The Masters Ball Part 6

bookworm - The Masters Ball (Part 6) Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 6)
Date: 27 November 2004



The Masters Ball (Part 6)

Kyle was un-locked from the stocks and the ring gag removed, but with quickness that he had come to know from the Protectors, he was pulled from the room and dragged into another room directly opposite. This was as dimly lit as the previous room that they had just left. This room just contained a stool with a butt plug attached to the seat, next to it was a table with shaving gear on it. In one of the far corners was a shower head hanging from the wall, attached to it was a set if cuffs hanging down, beneath which was a drain. Kyle was unceremoniously lifted up by the protectors and placed on the stool, the plug pushing into Kyle’s hole, groaning loudly. His hands were pulled to his side and cuffed to the stool as was his ankles, then the trainer Protector proceeded to shave him as he had not shaved or been shaved for over a week, and the Master General had all his slaves clean shaven. As the trainer Protector worked away, Kyle felt a tingling sensation to his skin, but put it down to the fact that he had not shaved for the week.. The hair on his head was then trimmed down again with bear clippers and then shaved clean, again Kyle was aware of the tingling sensation, but it soon wore off. He was then unlocked from the stool, as he was lifted of the butt plug came out with a pop. He was then pulled across to the shower head, placed beneath it, facing the door, his hands locked into the cuffs which was higher up than it looked, this stretching Kyle up.

The Protectors walked away towards the door, behind which was hanging rubber aprons, which they placed on themselves and tied them up behind themselves. Then one of them walked over to a tap on a pipe in the other corner and without warning twisted it hard and a forceful jet of ice cold water fell across Kyle, the shock shuddering his body. He was then washed all over with the same soap as he was shaved with, again with the same tingling sensation. After they had finished washing him, they dried him still attached to the shower head, and it was at this time that he looked down and saw that he was completely smooth, he had some body hair, but it was now gone, as was his pubic hair. The trainer Protector saw him looking and said “Don’t worry, that is the least of your problems.” With this he was released from the cuffs and lead out of this room and again into another room, but as he walked he could feel a covering over his skin, like a thin layer of rubber. Then he was placed into a one piece, neck opening rubber suit which had already been lubed up, feet attached and a built in butt plug which was inserted in, with a struggle, as it was bigger than he had ever taken up his arse and he thought it was going to go straight through him. His cock and balls was pulled through a cockring at the front, and as the suit was pulled up his arms were pulled into the sleeves which ended with attached fist mitts, holes at the nipples and the suit then stopped at the neck . He was then lifted up and placed onto a rack, which was then pulled to stretch Kyle but not to the extreme. Then he was left alone for about an hour, after which the Protectors returned with the Master General and slave in tow and another Protector, who was carrying a tray.

The Trainer Protector walked over to Kyle and lifted his head up to face the Master General, who just looked back for a moment then said, “ Now for the next step I wanted to be present, there is something that needs to be done to stop it being used as it is now really of no use to you.” With that he stepped back and the third Protector stepped forward and picked up something from the tray. Kyle could see that it was a metallic tube bent down with a thin tube coming down from the open end. And as the protector moved closer Kyle realised it was shaped like a cock, with a lip out on the open end. “What the fuck is going on?” he said anger in his voice as he tried to struggle in his restraints.

“Quiet!” The trainer Protector holding his head said.

The other Protector pulled at Kyle’s cock and began to push the small tube down it, heat spreading through it and Kyle began to get hard, but expecting this, the Protector picked up a bag of ice and placed it on Kyle’s cock which softened immediately. His cock then slid smoothly into the steel tube, with the thinner tube going down into the slit of his cock and it was then that Kyle realised it was a catheter, this forcing Kyle’s cock downwards. Then the protector picked up what looked like two halves of a steel ball, which he placed around Kyle’s balls tightly and over the lip at the base of the tube, then a sensation of heat as the steel cage was soldered shut permanently. Kyle began to shout out to take it off, but the Protector gripped his chin firmly stopping him from talking. Then the Master general walked back over but he was holding a mirror. “See, I told you that you would not be needing it any more!” He said as he placed the mirror to show Kyle his new steel cock. It was then that Kyle recognised what had been locked onto him, he had seen it on one of the slaves he had fucked at a previous Masters Ball. “One more thing to be added. And this is permanent.” The Master General said as he was handed a leather hood with a metal collar treaded through loops at the neck, and pulled it over Kyle’s head, strapping it tight behind his neck, the collar looked with a padlock which Kyle heard click shut, he then felt a tug at the lock and then heard a snap as the key was broken in the lock, then he saw a soldering iron and realised that the lock was going to be sealed. The hood had an open mouth and eyes. “That’s it, ready for tonight.” The Master General said. “I am sure you heard the lock shut on the collar, and it will not come off, the rest will when I am finished with you tonight after the small dinner party that I am holding and with you like that on my new frame, I feel that you will make the perfect centre piece.” With that he walked away stopping at a Protector. “Take him up!” With this a gag muzzle was placed over the hood but he still had vision, for what Kyle thought.

He was led up the stairs and out into the ballroom , through to the foyer and into the room that was a week before the crèche. This time a set of dining tables had been set out, almost making a square, but the last side not in place, this leaving access to the space in the middle. This contained a large steel square frame in a circular base. Kyle was pulled up to the frame and lifted into it, his feet locked into solid restraints in the bottom corners, feet placed on shaped plates., forcing him to spread his legs apart, the steel bands sticking into the leg just above the ankle. His arms lifted up and fixed in cuffs attached to short chains, stretching him up. A short chain was then attached to a ‘d’ ring on the top of the muzzle pulling his head up keeping it up and fix, not allowing any movement. The protectors left him and a table was placed in the space that was left to form a perfect square, this was laid out ready for the evening by some other slaves, who-Kyle thought- seemed to act like they were hypnotised in some way. Then they were gone, the door shut and Kyle was left alone, he began to feel warm in the rubber suit and could feel sweat beginning to run down his body and to his feet.

Kyle did not know how long he had been like this when he heard the door open and the Master General appeared in front of him, standing behind the table, his slave-Kyle’s slave- as ever behind him and Kyle could just see that the collar that the slave was wearing, was the diamond “Slave” encrusted collar that Kyle had brought for him. The General Master dressed in his black leather jeans, ‘Y’ harness the end disappearing beneath the waist band of the jeans and waistcoat, full leather gloves, generals cap and boots.

“Sorry to keep you hanging around!” The Master General said. “But I had other things to do before my guests arrive. I hope that they like my new centre piece, I try to find something new for them each time.” There was a knock at the door, and a Protector entered and walked up to the Master General and whispered something to him, then left. “Ah my first guest has arrived, but before I leave for the moment one more thing.” He picked up a small almost flat black box from the table. And pressed a button, Kyle began to feel a tingling in his balls. “I forgot to mention earlier, there is a small unit in the ball cage that you are wearing, and when you do not do as you are told, or I just feel like it I just press this button and you get a small electric shock but just in case you think that it is this strength only, this is the weakest setting.” He pressed another button and the strength heightened until Kyle bucked in his restraints for a few seconds, then it stopped. “So don’t get any ideas.” he then walked up to Kyle and pulled out a small chain and began to clip it to the nipple rings , pulling the nipples tight towards each other, like the slave from the Ball. That’s better!” He said. He then picked up another box and the frame juddered into life and extremely slowly began to swing round, he then left and the door closed again, as Kyle’s body relaxed from the shock, more sweat running down his body, in the suit.

Again after a time the door opened and the room began to fill with about ten masters and their slaves, each sitting at named seats, their slaves kneeling to their left, heads bowed down. The Master General sat in a carver chair at the head, his slave like the others kneeling next to him. They were all talking, filling the room with their chatter, conversations of sorts, some comments of the centre piece, as they were then served with their meals. As Kyle twisted round, he thought he recognised a couple of the voices, a Master wearing a leather executioners hood had a tattoo on his arm that he thought he had seen before.

As they finished their main course Kyle was facing the Master General, who was quietly watching him turn, as he did so he picked up something from his plate and fed it to his slave, who then licked the glove clean of all juices. He then slid his gloved hand up across the slaves face and began to casually stroke the slaves head, knowing that Kyle was able to see and not do anything about it. It was now that Kyle noticed something different about the slave, but could not tell what it was.

When the meal was over the Master General spoke. “Now I think it is time to entertain ourselves. The top table was removed and a whipping bench was placed in the middle just away from the reach of the turning frame. “Who will be first?” The Master General spoke as he pulled out a piece of paper from a small leather bag that he had been handed. A masters slave was called out and led to the bench, lifted onto it and strapped and tied to it. Then a masters name was called out who walked up to the trapped slave, given a condom and began to fuck him. After he had climaxed to applause from the other masters, his own slave was brought to him and the cum filled condom then fed to the slave. This was repeated until all the slaves were used. As the Master General fucked his chosen slave, the slave moaned, while Kyle could understand why. When the General Masters slave’s name was called another slave was brought in, but it was his own slave that was fed his cum.

Once all the masters had fucked a slave each, they then retired to another room where they could sit in more comfortable chairs. When the room was empty but for the Master General and his slave, he approached Kyle and the frame stopped moving. “I have been watching you tonight. Your eyes gave it away, you have noticed something different about My slave.” he said. “Yes he is different, more muscular. I, as you may or may not know have fingers in a lot of pies, all my own pies at that. One being a set of labs, which have pioneered a hormone that supplements a weight training programme. It builds up tissue, but there is also a more advanced supplement that builds up the bone, thickening the bones to take the extra muscle, giving the taker more height. How do you think I found all my Protectors?” With that he turned around and taking hold of the lead that was now attached to the slave, lead him out of the room, turning of the light off, leaving Kyle in darkness but for light that flowed in from the foyer as the door was left open on purpose, so that Kyle could hear all that was going on.

Gradually the noise died down as the masters and their slaves gradually left and after all had gone a Protector entered the room and released Kyle from the frame and leading him through the mansion back down the stairs, the muzzle removed, he was pushed into a room, which contained several single beds, all occupied. “Get some sleep.” The Protector said. “If no free cot, share.” The door closed behind Kyle as he squinted in the dimly lit room to see if a bed was free, but there was not, as some already had sharing occupants already, he just made his way to the nearest bed and climbed under the blanket next to the occupant, sweat running through the suit as he levelled off.</body></html> </body></html>