The Masters Ball Part 3

bookworm - The Masters Ball (Part 3) Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 3)
Date: 20 November 2004



The Masters Ball (Part 3)

Kyle stood arms locked behind his back in restraints, struggling to free himself without success. The crowd booed loudly, then the Master General raised his right hand and the crowd went silent, waiting for his next words. “The master you see before you is charged with physical abuse of a slave! My property!” The crowed jeered again. “Furthermore, tonight is not the only time!” More jeering. “What say the jury?” He beckoned.

“Guilty!” The reply.

“Are you sure?”

“Guilty!” The reply again.

“Wait, there is evidence.” The video wall sprung to life. The door opened and Kyle walked in stopping for a moment looking at the slave, “Ah utopia!” he said a hint of ecstasy in his voice, slipping his waistcoat off, dropping it to the floor, he then walked over to the slave, who sensed a presence, tensed slightly in his restraints. Kyle positioned himself at the slaves hole and began to rub the flesh with his hand, then rubbed his enclosed cock, up to the slaves hole, then pulling back he wiped his jeans from the residue of lube from the previous Master. He stepped back and began to circle the immobile slave stopping at his head. He crouched down and twisted the slaves head to the right as far as it would go while chained. “Ready for the best fuck of your life? Huh slave?” He then backhand the slaves leathered face and stood up, laughing as he then walked over to the table, grabbing at the tissues to wipe his jeans from the lube. He then picked a tube and walked back to the slave. “Are you ready?” He said as he slapped the slave across the arse. “I didn’t hear you.” he said as he slapped the slave again. He squeezed some lube onto the slave and began to push a finger in the hole before him, spreading the cheeks apart as far as he could. He pulled it out then pushed two in as far a he could, feeling the slave react, then pulling out again. “Don’t worry.” he said, “Just for starters.” He said as he let the slave go and then whacked him again harder than before. Kyle’s cock strained in the leather of his jeans as he they were then unbuttoned and the zip pulled down, he pushed the jeans down until they rested onto the top of his boots. He the rested his rock hard cock at the slaves hole, again spreading the cheeks apart as he rubbed it against the slaves hole, but not entering him, he pulled back again. “This wont hurt!” He said as he whipped the slave again, pushing himself in before his hand had left skin, forcing his cock in fast and hard as far as he could go, then stopped still, the slave tensing, then Kyle began to pump the slave slowly at first but building up faster and faster. As he pumped away at the slave he was grabbing at the slaves back, still from time to time, whipping him across the back, the slave moaning into his gagged muzzle.

Kyle pumped away until he was ready to climax but pulling out just before he did, pushing his body against the slave he masturbated until he came, shooting a large stream of hot cum across the slaves back, Kyle kept on masturbating until he had finished shooting his load onto the slave then he stepped back breathing hard, standing looking at his work on the slave as he steadied himself, then pulling up his jeans again he pulled out a tissue from a pocket and wiped his now softening cock, then finally closing up his jeans. He walked over to the table, placing the lube back and throwing the tissue into a provided bin. He walked back to the slaves head and twisted it round as before saying. “I know you enjoyed that, I can’t hear you complaining.” He then backhanded the slave like before. Standing up he began to walk away then stopped looked around. “Bye pigboy!” he said, a touch of laughter in his voice.

He walked over to the door, picked up his waistcoat and knocked, but there was no immediate response, he knocked again, still it did not open, again he knocked and this time it began to open slightly at first then it flew open and the next Kyle knew was he was on his back on the floor, strong hands grabbing at him and then darkness as a heavy duty mailsack was pulled over his head and secured.

The screen blackened and the picture slid back across the screen into its original place. The crowd silent as the master spoke. “Now that you have seen the evidence, what is your verdict?”

“Guilty!”

Kyle struggled in his restraints.

“How do you plead Master Kyle?”

“You bastard!” He shouted at the Master General.

“Nothing in your defence? “ The Master General asked Kyle. “Well there is only one sentence I can give the accused.” The crowd bayed for punishment. “The Stocks!”

As if by an implanted command in the Proctectors minds, at the word ‘Stocks’, they at once began to roughly strip the clothing of Kyle, leaving on his collar.. A 7 bar Metal Gates of Hell was pulled onto his cock which began to stiffen and a parachute attached to his balls. He was stood. held behind the open stocks, his hands again restrained behind his back, his ankles placed into stocks attached to the upright stocks but set back, spreading them wide apart, his head pulled down and held into the stocks which was rapidly closed and locked, his restrained hands pulled up his back and locked to the stocks by a short chain, chains were then attached to the parachute and pulled down tightly towards the base of the upright stocks, tit clams placed on his hardened nipples, chained together then pulled down and attached to the chain from the parachute .Kyle was still cursing at the Master General.

The Crowd was silent as the Master General was handed a board which listed names of some of the Masters in the crowd. He began to call them out as one by one they proceeded up to the stage and lined up bend the Master General. Ten names called, none of them Kyle recognised. The Master General crouched down, gripping Kyle’s chin in his fingers he whispered to Kyle. “You broke two of my rules, now you must pay the price“. Standing up he undid the collar and lifting it aloft in both hands so the diamond encrusted “Master” label glinted in the lights, the crowd cheered. Then the Master General walked back behind Kyle, his slave as always still linked to his Master. “Let the punishment begin!” He called out as he was handed a leather covered wooden paddle. With one swift, sharp swing of his arm, he brought the paddle down across Kyle’s arse. Kyle wanted to scream out in pain but clamped his mouth shut, knowing he could not give in and yell out, as this would show weakness. The acute snap of the paddle smacking against flesh pierced the silence of the baying crowd, who then after the hit began to cheer. The General Master handed the paddle back to a Proctector and signalled to the first Master on the stage to come forward, his condom covered cock already standing out and hardening, he placed it at Kyle’s hole and began to push into Kyle. Pain shot through his body which momentarily covered in a cold sweat, as he was a Master and had not been fucked before. After several minutes the Master pulled back and finished climaxing using his hand, the condom catching his hot cum. The condom was then carefully taken of the master and the contents placed into a jar. The Second Master was then beckoned forward and followed the procedure of the first Master, pumped Kyle until his was ready to climax, pulling back and climaxing by hand into the condom, the contents added to the jar. This was down by all ten Masters, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd and the music from the orchestra that was still playing in the background, after which a plug was inserted.

After the last Masters cum filled condom had been emptied into the jar, they were dismissed by the Master General, applauded by the crowd. The Master General then took the jar and again came to Kyle’s head crouching down, he dipped a finger into the jar and proceeded to wipe a small amount of the cum across Kyle’s face. He tried to avoid it but to no avail. The Master General then signalled to a Proctector who came forward holding a funnel gag which was locked around Kyle’s head. The Master General stood up lifting the jar above his head showing the crowd, then he brought it down to the top of the funnel, Kyle’s breathing rapid as he could only watch what was happening. The Master General tipped the jar forward with one hand, then pinched Kyle’s nose closed with the other hand, forcing Kyle to gulp the cum down so he could breath. The crowd cheering quiet at first but getting louder as the jar was emptied. Then as the Master General heard the gasp of air sucked through the funnel gag, he released Kyle’s head, which fell forward. The gag was then swiftly taken off and the Master General was handed a leather hood which was just as swiftly placed over his head and laced up. Kyle then heard a click as the collar was strapped on and locked. The a gagged muzzle was placed over the top of this and again locked on. Kyle found he had limited vision as the hood had pin hole eyes. Then his head was yanked back and attached to the stocks, like his hands by a small chain clipped to a ring connected to the top of the muzzle. The Master General then appeared in Kyle’s vision grinning. Then standing up he called out, “Punishment executed!” to the loudest roar of the evening. He then crouched down again to Kyle’s ear and said. “But not over! Enjoy the rest of the evening!” Then he come back to face Kyle with a smile before disappearing from view.

Kyle was then left alone on the stage still in the stocks, but with wit a metal pole placed under the lowest part of his stomach to stop him from lowering himself.

He was left there to the end of the night on full view of the other Masters, who on approaching jeered him.

Gradually the masters and slaves left but for a few select Masters, a couple with slaves, who were personally invited by the Master General to stay for the weekend. It was now perhaps mid morning as Kyle remembered from a previous Ball that he was invited to stay. The Orchestra had by now stopped playing and in the quiet of the hall only the clipping of the masters boots could be heard as the small select group followed the Master General (who still had his slave behind him, but now leashed), climbed up onto the stage. He knelt down so he could face Kyle to talk to him. “I don’t believe that you are remorseful of breaking my rules. I also don’t think that you are sorry for abusing my slave. But I am not talking about the slave from last night, I am talking about the slave that you took-sorry-cheated away from me a couple of years ago. You have not treated him well and he is now being cared for by my other slaves. For this your punishment is to continue for a bit longer until I am satisfied that you are sorry. As you know I am a fair man and treat Master, Slaves and my Proctectors with the same respect each deserves.” He stood up and signalled to the Protectors nearby. “Take him away!” he said. Kyle then felt hands over him as the chain holding his head was suddenly released, his head falling forward from weakness, his limited vision was focusing at the floor of the stage when he heard through the hood the muffled clinking of chains and then, his eyes caught a flash of something falling, then focusing on something sparkling, the words “Master’s Slave” in front of him. Then it was gone as a Protector picked it up and attached it to his collar as he was hoisted up, half supported half dragged, he was taken from the stage and over to a door that appeared, like the video screen, from behind a painting. The door already open and into darkness he was led.</body></html> ;