The Masters Ball Part 4

Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 4)
Date: 20 November 2004

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As Kyle was manhandled through the doorway, the natural darkness of the corridor was taken away and replaced by man made darkness as a blindfold was attached to the hood. He was dragged down stone steps and led into a room and with what seemed like hundreds of hands he was swiftly lifted up and placed onto a table, straps covering him and securing him to it, the butt plug still inserted and the metal gates of hell also still in place. Then the clinking of the Protectors boots disappearing from hearing range as they left the room, closing the door, locking it shut. Kyle was totally immobile, the feeling of leather under his skin cold. He tried to move, but it was useless, only the leather moved and creaked as it did. But it was not long before Kyle fell asleep, exhausted from the events that had overtaken him in the last twenty four hours.

He woke suddenly. Was it a dream? Had he dreamt it all? He opened his eyes still darkness, but not as before, at sometime the blindfold had been taken off the hood, but he was still strapped to the table and cold. Still silence. He resigned himself to the situation he was in and was soon asleep again.

He woke suddenly. There was a light somewhere in the room. He blinked his eyes trying to focus on what it was and where it was coming from.

“Welcome back to the world of the living Slave Kyle.!” he recognised this as the Master General’s voice. “I have been pondering on what I want to do with you until I can trust you enough to let you serve me properly. I am having difficulty in deciding what to do, so for now at least for the next week I have decided to leave you outside the house, but…”he paused. “you will not be free.” He walked over so that Kyle could see him through the eyes of the hood. He could just vaguely make out the shadows of other figures in the dim light. “You will be the dog that you have been behaving like. Your hands will be fisted and gloved to make paws. A Hogtie chain will be attached to your ankles and wrists so that you can not stand, only like a dog. The gates of hell that you are now wearing will be replaced by another one that is attached to a belt, which will be strapped around the lowest part of you abdomen, with your balls parachuted and pulled back by the chains and attached to the belt at the back. A half harness worn on the top of your body. A leather head harness and collar will be placed on your head and neck, but the harness will have a rubber dogs nose attached, which has two breathing tubes placed down the nostrils, a tube then slightly sticking out from the front will then be inserted into your mouth, locked in place by the straps of the head harness, rendering your chin fixed in place and unable to move or talk. A tail butt plug placed in your arse. And you will be chained by the rear door of the mansion, a kennel to sleep in, but there are rules, which if broken are as always punishable. There will be a bowl for water in reach and a bowl for a protein drink for food as you will not be able to eat for the week.. Two more things , your nipples will be ringed and you will be milked for one last time, so I would enjoy it if I was you, it might not happen for a while!

“Rules are simple, do not approach any other slaves or the Protectors. No fouling the kennel. You will be taken by the same trainer Protector from time to time, to relieve yourself on the green at the back of the mansion, the one with the large Oak tree on and only there. Is that clear?” he asked.

Kyle tried to utter something audible through the gag.

“I take that as a ‘Yes Sir!’” The General Master said, then as he stepped back out of view, hands were at his head and the straps holding it down were released the collar and gag undone and the hood removed., his head then kept pulled forward, he looked around to see two other protectors apart from the one holding his head as he opened and closed his mouth to ease the aching muscles. The Master General looking back at him with a sneering grin just visible in his thick goatee beard in the dim light, his leather jeans creaking slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Behind him Kyle’s slave, who he brought with him, was collared and leashed, naked and kneeling at the Master General’s feet. An arm looped around one of the Master General’s legs, a hand stroking the leather jeans and up to the Master Generals cock and balls as if he was paying homage to a god, but he just stared at Kyle strapped to the table. The Master General pulled on the lead, signalling for the slave to stand and said “Begin!”

It did not take long for the change to be done as each Protector worked independently to the others, his body bucking as he climaxed as he was milked, pain as his nipples were pierced and ringed . Kyle was soon being dragged through the outside corridor, his un-rhythmic walk not helped by the hogtie chain, the stride of the Protector and the lack of familiarity to walking like a dog on all fours.

He was blinded by the light as the exited the rear door of the mansion where the kennel had been set up, bowls nearby as promised, the heavy chain locked to the collar. Then in silence and within seconds he was alone again. He was thirsty and made his way to the water bowl, and after trial and error he managed to suck up some water through the tube. He then made his way back to the kennel and went inside trying to relax and sit somehow in a comfortable position and out of the heat of the strong sun, sick sore and sorry, beginning to feel sorry for himself, the feeling of wanting to piss began to enter his thoughts as his hard metal ringed cock began to get harder as he tried not to piss. The thought of work suddenly entered his head, what day was it? He had no idea how much time had passed since he was taken down from the stocks, he guessed that was then Saturday mid morning. Work! They would be wondering what has happened to him. Some knew he was gay, but they did not know about his love of leather and rubber. And the lifestyle.

He felt a tug on the chain, jolting back to reality, he had not heard the Protector approaching. He was pulled across the gravel towards the tree shaded grass lawn. As he was pulled up to the tree, he noticed a standpipe with a hose attached to it and he began wonder what it was for, hoping that it was to cool him down as the kennel was in the direct path of the sun and would be all day, but he was disappointed as he was told by the Protector to shit and piss, the butt plug then taken out with a pop as the muscle holding it in released it, his arse then pushed down by the Protectors booted foot, forcing Kyle to spread his legs out as far as they were allowed, so as not to shit on the chains. As he had been desperate to shit, he did, then he began to piss, a trickle at first, then flowing faster as he began to relax more and his cock soften up slightly, the piss running up his stomach slightly then dripping to the floor. The Protector then clipped the chain to a hook on the branch and paced over to the hose, pulling it over to Kyle, then forcing this butt open he released an ice cold jet of water up into Kyle’s arse. Kyle jolting with the shock and surprise of the cold water, as he could not see what the Protector was doing. Kyle was then dragged back to the Kennel, the chain locked to the wall again, the Protector disappearing as quick as he had first appeared. Kyle crawled back into the kennel and waited for time to pass, thinking of what was going to happen as the Protector training him was a top ranked Protector and known to be severely strict.. He soon fell asleep from the heat, but was awoken by the chain dragging him from the kennel again and across to the tree and the same procedure as before, but he did not pass anything only water, but he was still washed as before. He was then dragged to the kennel, this time beginning to get his rhythm to walk behind the Protector. When they were back, a protein drink had been placed into the food bowl which Kyle began to drink, he had not realised how hungry he had got.

He was alone again and began to cool down as the sun began to lower, he again entered the kennel hoping to be a little warmer as it was now chilling off. He found himself asleep again as he began to get used to easier positions to sit or lay in. Then he was awoken again by the chain being tugged and once again led to the tree, and as twice before ordered to piss and shit then washed before being led back to the kennel. Kyle began to feel tired physically, his body was beginning to ache, muscles aching in the chains, but as it was now getting dark, lights slowly going out in the mansion he fell into a deep sleep.</p></body></html> ;