The Masters Ball Part 7

Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 7)
Date: 03 December 2004

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<strong><u>The Masters Ball (Part 7)</u></strong></p></font>

Kyle soon feel to sleep, he was tired and although he was cramped and uncomfortable in the small bed and so close next to another slave who was naked, his cock began to stiffen at first in the metal confines of the cock cage, but he began to think of something else to stop his erection and the pain.

But it seemed that he had only just fallen asleep when he was roughly woken up by a Protector, “What are you doing in there? You’ve got no time to sleep.“ he said, grabbing at his collar, lifting him out the bed and dragging him out of the room. He could feel that his bladder was full and that he wanted to shit, but this was not to be. “The Master General wants you ready so that he can talk to you.” he was told as he was led into the room that had the rack in, led to the middle of the room and as like all the times before it seemed like there was more than one person at him. The chain attached to his nipples unclipped, giving some relief as the suit was pulled down his body, his arms yanked out of the sleeves and the suit pulled down his body, the cold air making him shiver slightly, and then the butt plug was pulled out, his arse muscles relaxing, but the cockring at the front took a bit more persuading, pulling the metal cage down and with it Kyle’s cock and balls, making him grimace each time the cockring was yanked down over it, his cock stiffening with each yank. Eventually the suit was off and Kyle was led back to the room with the shower in, his hands locked into the hanging cuffs and then he was showered, but this time the ice cold water was thrown over him from a couple of buckets. He was then dried roughly with a towel and then to his relief the catheter was opened and he was allowed to piss. He was then released from the cuffs and led across to another corner and told to get onto all fours facing the corner, his legs were pulled apart and paper was placed beneath his arse, then a booted foot was placed heavy onto the small of his back. “Now shit!” he was ordered but he did not need telling twice. The paper was pulled away and a without warning his arse cheeks were pulled apart and a cold, hard jet of water was squeezed up his arse.

He was then yanked back up to a standing position and dragged back to the room with the rack and his wrists locked in a set of leather restraints and with the rattle of the chains in the pulley, his arms were lifted above his head and lifting him up so that his weight was on his toes. Then he was left alone in the dimly lit room for awhile, the door locked.

After what seemed to Kyle to be a day hanging suspended in this position, the door suddenly swung open and a Protector stridded in followed by The Master General and the slave. The Master General in his leathers and the slave naked, this began to turn Kyle on and with pain his cock stiffened, but he did not know if this was because of the leathered General Master or the naked slave. He then felt tingling in his balls which got stronger and stronger until he began to buck in his restraints, moaning out loud as the pain become excruciating. Then it stopped and the Master General approached Kyle close to look into his eyes, he lifted up a hand and began to rub Kyle’s nipples, pulling at the rings as he did, then pulling down sharply as he let go, Kyle groan loudly. “I can read your mind, and thought I would just add to the pain.” He then turned around and walked into a shadow. “I just come down to see you to let you know how you did last night. And I am pleased with you. But that is not all. I could tell that you recognised some of the voices, and you did now some of them, one in particular,” he stepped out of the shadows and up to Kyle, lifting a hand up and gripping Kyle by the chin, poking a leather covered finger into Kyle’s mouth, playfully probing Kyle’s mouth as he spoke, pushing Kyle‘s tongue down.. “As you know I have a lot of businesses, and with that I have a lot of friends-some in high places, some in low places- and one of them is in your office!” Kyle picked his head up. “Yes, several rungs on the ladder above you. You did recognise the tattoo? Didn’t you! Tut tut if you didn’t. And by now they will through him, know that you have resigned, a snap decision to travel the world. And like your family and friends they will from time to time receive post cards, telling of your adventures, but they will get fewer and far between and of course, eventually stop. But because they do not know of your lifestyle, and where you went that Friday night, no one will know you’re here.” Kyle began to resist in the restraints, trying to free himself, but instead only managed to rattle the chains and made the Master General laugh in the process. “Oh yes now you remember him!” The Master General turned around and began to leave the room as he did he gripped the lead that had been attached to the slaves collar, stopping in the doorway he turned around and said. “Get him working! And begin with the diet.” Then he was gone.

Kyle was released from the restraints and taken from the room and led out to the back of the mansion where he had been chained before, but the kennel was now gone. There was a row of several dozen boots all belonging to the Protectors. “I want them shining!” He said as he stood over Kyle’s shoulder, when he did not move he was pushed forward and when he still wasn’t obeyed, he felt the sharp tingling in his balls as the cock cage was activated, at this he moved forward and picked up the first pair of boots and began to polish them with the gear provided. After a while he was given food to eat, but had to carry on with the boots. This lasted into the night and as the temperature cooled down, the boots began to shine, the Protector checking each one, rejecting when not up to standard and punishing Kyle with a shock when not. At the end of the night he was led to the dormitory and climbed into a bed, uncaring if it was empty or not.

The next day he was led out again, this time he had to clean all of the Master Generals rubber clothing, the next day leather clothing. After a week Kyle felt as if he was not in control of his body, his mind active, but his body being controlled by someone else and his mind watching everything that was happening and losing all control of his actions, like a puppeteer controlling a puppet and Kyle was the puppet. Time seemed to drift, days into days and weeks into weeks. Then it seemed to Kyle as if he was coming back to reality. He was then one morning woken suddenly, as he was being dragged out of bed and across the hall into the other room. Here he had a butt plug inserted into his arse, held and locked in place by a leather harness, a muzzle harness placed on his head and his hands held behind his back as he was then led out of the room and out to a van behind the mansion. As he was led out he noticed that the Protectors were dressed in denim jeans and white t-shirts, one a Master Generals own personal Protector. He was pushed into the high roofed van, the back long and floored with wood. He just saw the glint of chains hanging from the roof nearer the back of the van, as he was turned around and his hands locked in cuffs hanging from the ceiling, stretching his arms, his legs stretched and locked in chains on the floor, but he was facing the open side door, then a pin holed leather eye patch was attached to the hood, allowing some visibility, which was soon lost as the door closed.

A few seconds later the engine of the van started and then there was motion, but in what direction Kyle could not tell. The time went on and from time to time the van stopped the door opened and he was feed or given water, plug removed and ordered to shit or the catheter was opened. Then there was a different kind of motion but the vans engine was not switched on..

Then the van stopped, the door opened but it was a dull light, then he was released from the chains, his hands locked behind him. He was led by a lead up to the steps of a mansion, he thought was the Master Generals, but through his limited vision, he could see someone approach them, the figure dressed in leather “Ah you made it in time.“ The voice had an accent. “Your Master General has good taste. We will set up ready, and then you will be shown where you can change.” They were led to a room which had been set up as a buffet room tables along one side with mountains of food on, the other side drink. And in the centre was a raised platform, which had a frame up over the centre of it. Kyle was led up and attached to the chains that hung from the corners and base. He was stretched out again like he was in the van, but he could feel other leather restraints hanging by his wrists. He felt the harness holding in the butt plug taken of and the plug removed and he felt something else being pushed in, but it felt like it had a slight bend in it at the base, then he heard movement, and a body pushed against his back, the ankles cuffed to his and the he felt the plug being moved as the other end was inserted into whoever was behind him and he then realised that it was a double headed dong, and that he was connected to another slave, his wrists connected to the restraints hanging by Kyle’s, a short link was attached to the collars pulling the back of their necks together, pushing their heads forward, Leather belts strapped around their arms, thighs, chests pulling them closer and tighter together.

When the Protectors were finished they were left alone in the room and it was then that Kyle tried to look around but could not, he could see a hole at the end of the platform in front of him and wondered what it was for.

The doors then opened again and the Protectors walked in, Kyle’s and who he assumed was the other slave-who he was attached to-his protectors, now dressed in their uniforms. They walked up to the stage and stood at each end, one each at what could have been the corners, Kyle’s protectors in front of him, standing almost to attention, upright, hands clasped behind their backs.

Kyle could just see from his position that there was other people filling up the room outside, all dressed in various leather outfits, some slaves , one slave caught Kyle’s eyes, through the pinholes, a slave hooded, naked, his hands locked to the neck of the hood, his ankles locked in leather cuffs attached to a small bar that was part of an upright rod that had a dildo connected on the top and placed in the slaves arse, the slave struggling to keep up with his Masters pace as he hobbled behind him, this making Kyle hard in the metal cage and it was then that he realised that he was at someone else’s Ball, and he was part of the decorations. The people began to enter the room and talking, but Kyle could not understand anyone, then the thought dawned on him that he was in another country.

Kyle did not have any concept of time or how long he had been chained to the frame, he tried to listen to the voices, trying to work out where he was, but there was to many voices, too many languages, some Masters talking in Kyle’s own language, but not many. Kyle thought to himself that it seemed as if it was a multi-national convention of Masters and Slaves.

Then Kyle glimpsed the man that had greeted them when they arrived, approach the Protectors and spoke to them for a moment and then they disappeared out of view. Then Kyle felt hands at him and all the straps were released, the clip holding their necks together released, their arms unlocked from the chains, but the wrist straps still remained on, the double headed dong removed, their ankles released and Kyle momentarily collapsed but was caught by a Protector, but it was an extremely brief respite as he was twisted round to face the opposite way and to face the other slave, who was like him, it was like looking at a mirror, but before he could take it in they were pushed together, their metal cased cocks clinking together, screeching as they were rubbed together as their legs were placed so that Kyle’s left leg was placed outside the other slaves right leg , clipped together at the ankles then his right leg placed next to it and clipped together, and then clipped to what was the other slaves left ankle. Their arms pulled behind the other slaves back and a chain clipped to the wrist restraints and pulled across the back and around the other slaves back and clipped to the slaves other wrist, pulling them tight together. Their muzzles were then taken off and as quickly before they could breath, another gag was placed in their mouths, a custom made gag, but the gags were attached to a solid tube-the same tube-which had a longer tube in the middle going up above their heads, from the side it looked like an upside down ‘T’, giving them the same air to breath, clips attached to their noses, stopping them from breathing through their noses.

Kyle then heard a small low cheer as a Protector was handed a large roll of cling wrap and began to wrap this tightly around the slaves legs, leaving their feet just protruding out from underneath. The wrap was then wrapped up their legs and around their waists, further up their backs, which was pulled tight, pushing them even closer together, ending up above their heads, stopping around the breathing tube.

Kyle could not see anything clearly now, only the eyes of the other slave, staring back at him through a pin hole blindfold same as his, but he just heard a cheer as he felt hands at his ankles again and felt tugging at his feet and he realised that tape was now being added. This was slowly but tightly wrapped up and then, eventually closing them completely and then in darkness, Kyle tried to keep his breathing so that he inhaled as the other slave exhaled to keep the wrapping looser. A strap was locked around their heads and attached to the top beam of the fame, keeping their heads up. Kyle then felt someone feeling around his arse and then felt cooler air as the wrap was cut, he then felt a dildo being pushed into his arse, he could also feel this being done to the other slave. He then felt some shoving again at his own dildo as a pole was attached to it and then pushed down and locked into the hole that Kyle had seen earlier. This was acting as a brace as the Protectors let them go leaving them standing on their own, keeping one another balanced.

Kyle could not tell what time it was or how long they had been standing there, but they began to sweat, in their hoods, in the wrapping, the sweat slowly running down their bodies, their body heat rising as they both heated each other up. Time seemed to drag, but eventually he passed out from exhaustion and heat.</p></body></html> ;