The Treatment----LeatherMASTER

Author: masohotlthrsm
Title: The Treatment----LeatherMASTER
Date: 21 March 2013

Tim after interrogation by Captain B has been in training for one purpose—its sale. the property in addition to serving its present controllers in continuing sessions will now be inspected by, service & endure torture from prospective purchasers. This is Tim’s first exhibition.
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‘Dog, a buyer is here to inspect the merchandise for sale- you are next. You will prove to him how valuable you are- you will make him want to buy you. Your MASTER will be watching------disappoint him and you will wish you were never born.

They removed its shock collar and a very thick leather collar was wrapped around its neck- its chin was pushed up by the wide front as Lee pulled the top rear strap tight and then the lower strap was fixed- a simple leash was clipped to the ring that hung beneath its chin.

‘Down’- it got on its hands and knees

The leash was pulled and Lee moved toward the door-- it crawled quickly behind him- it was led to the main interrogation room again.
It was led under the floodlights in the center of the room

‘In position- NOW’

It assumed the position it had learned- knees spread, fingers laced behind its neck- back straight. Lee snapped a cuff on his wrist and pulled it down behind its back- he then pulled the other wrist down and cuffed it

As its eyes adjusted to the floodlights it could see the Captain sitting in front of it, a naked slave, was enthusiastically worshipping the Captains boots- to his right was a man dressed in full leather- a young man naked and heavily restrained kneeled next to him- obviously his property.

The LeatherMASTER was about 50- short cropped blond hair framed HIS sharp features-. Powerful legs were covered by heavy leather riding breeches, HIS waist enclosed by a belt at least two inches wide, the buckle was huge just a polished metal blank above the bulge in HIS crotch, a tight black wife beater stretched across HIS well-defined pecs, a well-worn leather bike jacket hung behind the chair HE relaxed in, HIS 20 inch police boots shining like glass, leisurely crossed in front of HIM. The LeatherMASTER was talking to The Captain but the cold steel grey eyes never left the item displayed under the floodlights--- Tim felt like he was on an auction block being sized up, there was no question in Tims mind that to this man he was livestock waiting to be inspected, priced and if purchased, exploited.

The LeatherMASTER exuded power and with just one look at HIS slave it was evident HE totally controlled HIS property: a chain from its collar loosely hanging from the belt of The MASTER who controlled it, the boy’s head was fixed, level and straight, its eyes turned staring at those shining boots. its wrists & ankles had thick steel shackles & its neck was encircled with a two inch heavy collar at least ½ inch thick, security padlocks sealed each restraint- completely shaved there wasn’t a hair left on its body, his nose & teats had heavy steel rings implanted, Tim could see the rough welds. its cock and balls were completely locked down. A metal waist belt was locked in place connected to a ring around its genitals and a tube that jutted from its crotch, its cock head flared out of the end of that obviously tight metal tube- a padlock threaded through its PA and the tubes end—- beneath the tube metal bands ran between its balls and around their top, stretching the swollen dark orbs down, out and apart- the harness rivets were obvious & permanent , across the skin of its pectorals the word slavebitch had been tattooed in heavy black block letters----- this wasn’t art or fetish-- it was a statement of fact. The slave kneeling next to those shining boots looked familiar---- maybe 18, tall thin, then it remembered, --------- this was the boy used to demonstrate the water treatment. it had been transformed to the submissive creature Tim was looking at in just a couple weeks.

The LeatherMASTER stood and the slave rushed to get in front of its MASTER and kissed HIS boots- The MASTER swung the crop and struck the slaves cheek hard.

‘too slow—12 hour’s reeducation’

The slave kept its eyes on the boots and started to beg

’ MASTER, its sorry MASTER, please MASTER its sorry MASTER…’--- the crop struck the slave again

‘SILENCE- 2 additional days’

Tim wondered what ‘reeducation’ meant- from the fear in the slaves voice it had to be bad. The slave knew the hell that innocent word meant--- just a few hours earlier its last ‘reeducation’ had ended: strapped immobile to a post the pain escalating in its joints and muscles- the only adjustment of its punishment bondage was The MASTER cycling its immobile position, its weight resting on its knee caps then its feet. The MASTER played with it and it continuously fought to control the waves of panic HE created. HE manipulated its senses: the only break in the heavy leather padded hood it was tightly enclosed in was the wide grommet a rebreathing bag was plugged into- a restrictor valve allowed The MASTER to keep changing the mix as while frying its cock and balls with electro torture. HE slowly implanted HIS thoughts in its mind as the hoods headphones blared a tape over and over of HIS victims being tortured while they desperately repeated the MASTER’s rules. The MASTER truly loved ‘reeducation’- HE would sit for hours listing to its muffled moans and screams when the electricity surged through it- watching with amusement the pathetic object jerking from the shocks; it’s useless attempts to move to relieve its muscle cramps; its obvious terror as it desperately worked to keep the bag inflating and deflating fast enough to get enough air. ‘reeducation’ was so relaxing - at least for the man in control.

Tim looked at the slave , it was kissing those boots again, its knees spread wide it was as close to the floor as it could get as it tried to show as much passion as it could, but what held Tim’s attention was the huge plug pushing apart the slaves asscheeks. Held tight in place by the wide strap running from the ring around its genitals to the belt, Tim could see the lube leaking around the plug—Tims ass was itching—-it could only imagine the feel of its hole stretched that wide, that plug sliding on its crushed prostate every time it moved--- it wanted that plug in its ass bad.

The LeatherMASTER walked up to Tim, his slave rushing behind him on its hands and knees-as he came into the bright light Tim could see this man’s leathers were a part of him- broken in from daily use they were shining in the light from the oils worked into them.

The MASTER had a crop in his right hand- HE swung it in an arc striking the kneeling figure in its cheek,

‘Eyes on those boots, slave’ immediately Tim shifted his gaze and responded ‘Thank YOU, Sir’

MASTER smiled ever so slightly – the crop hit tims cheek again—‘ SILENCE’

HE placed his gloved hand in front of its face
‘open slave’

It kept its eyes on the boots and opened its mouth as wide as it could strapped in a posture collar- The MASTER pushed HIS gloved fingers into its mouth, it felt the fingers feeling around and then three fingers slide to the back of its tongue and pushed into its throat- it started to gag-The MASTER slapped it with HIS other hand
‘pathetic- try harder’.

It tried to tilt its head up as HE pushed down its throat again and kept forcing it to gag and wretch. The MASTER pulled HIS fingers back- Tim instantaneously started to suck on them at the same time The MASTER noticed it was now hard- both excellent signs- it was already learning compliance & was easily sexually aroused, the slave on HIS leash was proof that a chastity tube, prostate milking & continuously full balls were very effective making whores eager to please—

‘ bend over- present your hole’

it immediately bent over and put its chin on the floor, arched its back and grabbed its asscheeks as best it could in its cuffs- it pushed its hole out as hard as it could
The MASTER unclipped the chain from HIS belt

‘Get my bag’. HIS slave rushed on its hands and knees across the room to the seats and lifted a leather bag from the floor with its mouth, it immediately rushed to return.

The MASTER kneeled and pulled thick rubber gloves from the bag- HE pulled them on up to HIS elbows and grabbed a tub of lube opened it and put it on the floor to HIS right- HE stuck the fingers on the right glove in the tub and started massaging its crack. HE pushed his middle finger up it hole and twisted it back and forth, then a second joined the first – it was tight, that was good, HE liked turning a tight hole into a gaping fist shute. HE withdrew HIS hand and lubed to HIS wrist—this time three fingers were pushed forward- the bitch was pushing back and moaning as the glove twisted side to side and back and forth, the captain had been right- it was a total whore.

HE pulled back and brought four fingers together , the tips in a square and slid in and started twisting- HE grabbed more lube with the other hand and slathered it around the moving fist, HE slowly twisted and pushed up to HIS knuckles. Tim was in heaven as he felt the bumping and stretching that kept changing on his ring. The LeatherMASTER slid back and folded his thumb and started on the home stretch. HE was pushing in and side to side until the knuckles were pressing hard on that stretched rosette

‘push that fist in bitch’

HE held his arm in place and HE felt it pushing back hard-this cunt wanted it--HIS knuckles popped in the ring---Tim could feel the incredible stretch

‘oooohhhhhgooodddd
’
The MASTER’s hand was locked in place- the twisting started again. For 5 minutes that hand never stopped moving.

‘don’t move’

HE pulled HIS hand out of the hole, striped off his glove and put HIS hand in HIS bag and pulled out a massive plug. Unlike his slaves implement this one was steel, a fixing ring was welded to the center of its two inch wide metal flange. The MASTER put the implement against its hole and pushed it in slowly to the flare- all of a sudden it rocketed into the ring and locked tight in place--- its cheeks were spread just like the boy. The huge slug of metal was solid and incredibly heavy, its ass ring was burning & itching, its shute was stretched tight & cramping down---- it tried moving its ass/flexing its muscles but there was no give in the rigid invader. It had wanted to be plugged and now it was learning what a plug inserted by The MASTER meant- plugs humiliated/punished/ kept his property ready for use, they weren’t to give an inferior pleasure in any way.

Both The Leather MASTER and the Captain knew the last test for the merchandise was its usefulness as a torture object.

The Captain settled back for the coming entertainment. Covered with welts, cuts and bruises from its shaved head to its ankles, a shock collar tight on its neck, the slave licking the Captains boots heard a zipper being pulled down but it kept at its work carefully slicking the right boot upper, the tongue was flat to the leather as it kept its whole head moving—
The captain pulled out his hard cock—

‘suck it “pig” ‘

the bootlicker immediately raised up, bent forward and sucked the cock into its mouth, its cheeks pulled in as at created suction-its tongue massaging the perineum as its head moved up and down the shaft— during a week in cell 8 the former John Cameron had painfully learned to provide the special services that earned it its new name ‘pig’ —‘pig’ was desperate to please the men that would decide its fate but its desperate actions were useless- The General despised leaders of the underground like John, if not executed their life was to be as brutal and humiliating as possible. The Captain had already made a deal with a private club that met The General’s criteria-- it would spend the rest of its life from dawn to dusk under the lash at hard labor. A plus for The Captain and club would share the income it generated-- but for the club its prime value wasn’t economic but more specialized - its nights would be as a toilet for the members use. For now The Captain would keep it in fear of execution while letting it have its foolish hope for standard incarceration- it would make it easier to break when acquainted by its new owners to a new reality.

The LeatherMASTER bent and unlocked the cuffs on Tims wrists-----

‘in position’

as it laced its fingers behind it head, The MASTER pulled a pair of clejuso heavy weight handcuff from his bag. HE walked behind it and snapped the cuffs on its wrists and ratcheted them tight-

The MASTER pointed a foot in front of Tim and looked at his property ‘Slave, right here---same position’

HIS slave hurried into position, The MASTER put a large padlock through the rings in the slave’s wrist shackles

‘Stand up slaves- both struggled to their feet as The MASTER lowered a rope with a hook hanging from a pulley on the ceiling—HE pushed the slaves together chest to chest. Tim’s wrists were raised and the cuffs clipped to the hook, the padlock on the other slave was raised and secured the same way. The MASTER then pulled a heavy 3 inch wide strap from HIS bag and looped it around the slaves at their waists—HE cinched it tight. Tim felt the other slaves chastity tube pressed against his balls, the boy’s face an inch from his-he felt the hot breath as the boy breathed quickly, he was in obvious fear . The MASTER smacked Tim in the ass ‘squat and get your legs on either side of his’ Tim shuffled forward and The MASTER tied the slaves ankles side by side and pulled their splayed legs apart to rings in the floor. The slaves kept watching The MASTER as HE walked to the back table, Tim thinking about that ass in shining leather and what it would taste like if he was allowed to push his tongue deep in The MASTERs ass.

The MASTER grabbed a flogger, it looked about 3 feet long and was shining, it had 15 thin falls. HE walked up to the bound victims and pushed it between their faces---‘kiss it’ both slaves pressed their lips forward compressing the falls between their lips- each tasted the slightly bitter flavor of the rubber. HE stepped back and went behind Tim ‘absolute silence’ -a sharp sting hit tims shoulder, then the other, back and forth moving down its back as the strikes hit in a fixed tempo.

The LeatherMASTER started to move to his right continuously using a full Florentine stroke—the blows striking one victim, then both, then the other as he kept circling- each slave started jerking its heads back as far as its collar allowed and grunted whenever a blow hit it—HE kept circling and increased his power with each stroke, the grunts became louder, the jerking more intense as their sweat soaked bodies slid against each other as much as they could move in their bondage- the movements of the slaves were inextricably bound- they were now one entity in their continuous agony. The boy found it more and more difficult to maintain control, finally it began to yell when each blow hit. The MASTER smiled as HE walked behind Tim and started using an overhand stroke- swinging down as hard as HE could, it was Tim’s turn to show if it could obey The MASTER—it fought to keep from yelling.

right shoulder
UUH,,,,
then left shoulder
,UUUUHHHH,,,,
faster
UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH,,,
and faster
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----------UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
nooo pleezze’
The LeatherMASTER smiled—

‘you failed fuckers—now the punishment’

The MASTER walked back to the seated men and spoke to Lee, Tim couldn’t hear what was said. The two men walked to the table in the corner and picked up whips. Each man unfurled identical 3 foot singletails. Tim watched Lee moved behind The MASTER s slave- The LeatherMASTER walked behind Tim.

The captain called Henry over--- ‘”pig’ needs a good fucking from both ends’ Henry smiled and unzipped his pants- he kneeled behind “pig” as it worked. Henry stroked his cock, grabbed and lifted its hips and drove it home ‘pig’s fuck hole was greased each morning and the swollen cock slid in easily. As Henry pushed to the hilt, “pig” grunted but its heads movement never varied- it knew any change in its oral ministrations and its punishment would be brutal. The Captain grabbed its head and both Sadists started thrusting in unison, they worked up to a leisurely rhythm,.

—both torturers began to lay out their whips to set their distance. Tim and The LeatherMASTER s slave were looking at each other waiting- hearing the cracks both knew what was coming. The first sharp hot blow fell on Tim- he jerked forward- the boy jerked seconds later and screamed. The whipping was slow and deliberate- neither torturer was concerned if the strike cut- the blows fell all over their bodies- neither knew where the next shock of fire would hit from their ankles to their necks. It was a short time until both victims were screaming and bucking pushed into their own headspace -oblivious to the slave they were bound to. After 30 minutes The MASTER s slave passed out—the Captain interjected’ Lee, show our guest how we keep our subjects alert. Tim watched Lee approaching with a syringe- one thing Tim already knew was that there was never any escape from the agony in this place until its Superiors decided it would end. Lee smiled as he pumped the victims with stims as The MASTER clipped an alligator clip on the plug in Tim’s ass and a second to its right ear, in a few seconds the boy revived as The MASTER clipped an alligator to the boy’s pa and another to its ear.

Tim stared as Lee had walked back and started rolling that fucking cart toward them- covered with wires and electro torture boxes-the only question in Tims mind wasn’t what this meant but which box he was going to be on the business of. When the boy finally saw the cart he panicked-begging its MASTER for mercy he started fighting uselessly to escape his bondage, his pleas and crying were ignored, its MASTER laughed at it as Lee connected the slaves wires to a field telephone. Lee was speaking quietly to The MASTER & then Tim watched as Lee connected his wires to the black box---fuck-this was so bad- it had been on this box, it knew it was totally fucked and then The Leather MASTER flicked on the transformer---the familiar hum filled the room --Tim was sick to his stomach waiting for the box to send pulses into his body.

Lee grabbed the telephones crank and started to turn it fast-then slow- then fast again, the slave was rigid and screeching then silence and the boy hung from the hook limp, breathless and shaking. The entire time Tim couldn’t move his gaze watching The MASTER with HIS finger on the silver button- god what was it set on, please not 10 this time. The MASTER stared back at Tim his unblinking eyes boring through HIS victim, Tim felt like prey, a smiled crossed The MASTER s face and HE pressed the button- its ass clenched driving the metal deeper up the shute as the shock burned through its skin—every inch touched by that plug was on fire, he felt stabs radiating deep into his guts. The button stayed down and tims throat stayed open shrieking- lee started twisting the magnetos handle again- two voices stayed joined in agony. The juice stopped and the two slaves rested their foreheads against each other as both fought to breathe. All of a sudden the boys head jerked back and it started to scream again, Tim was still shaking and fighting for breathe when the next shock burned into his ass, the steady overwhelming pain went on and on and on.

For The Sadists the sights and sounds were exquisite as the bound creatures were pushed deeper and deeper into their personal hells- the torturers were incredibly excited and painfully rigid in their pants, they would put the torture objects to work worshipping them in a few minutes- The Captain and Henry were listening to the ‘pig’s grunts mixed with the screams radiating across the room as they brutally fucked “pig’s” throat & ass. All three slaves were only animals reacting to their controller’s whims: the victims on the ends of those wires could only think about their pain, the “pig” was totally focused on keeping those cocks deep in its holes.
When tims pain stopped Lee kept spinning the crank-- the boy had no rest-his voice rose and fell, he would go rigid then jerk until Tim felt warm piss running against his balls as it poured out of the boys harnessed cock. Finally the boy went silent and almost immediately Tim started to shriek again—minute after minute the pain increased as The MASTER very slowly turned up the rheostat. The MASTER held the button down savoring each time it hit the crescendo of shrieks only to be muffled as it vomited. The boy waited in pure terror feeling the violent spasms from tims body and then the pain started working on it again, harder and harder until he was in the same condition as Tim—both were in extremis . The torturers pushed the victims hard, taking their agony up and down but the pain never stopped, only the reactions forced out of them changed. Over 45 minutes the torturers had fried their victim’s tender flesh- now the torturers cockheads were slick with precum- it was time for these whores to show their gratitude with their holes.

“Lee, take them down’

The Master walked back to his seat- ‘pig” was back to servicing the Captains boots.

Lee uncuffed the slaves

‘on your knees, cunts

‘get to those chairs- dog, in front of that MASTER- he pointed to The Leather MASTER---he pointed at The MASTER’s slave, ‘you’ll worship me’

The two slaves unsteadily moved towards the chairs

Lee had already returned and sat down when the slaves got there- the boy moved between Lees spread legs, the object of his worship was exposed in front of its face. Tim moved between The MASTER’s thighs and kissed the huge leather covered bulge.

The MASTER spoke to the slaves in front of him—‘ get those holes working--- fuck up and you will be dancing on the end of those wires again—'

The captain leaned over- ‘Henry give the whores some encouragement’

Henry retrieved a prison strap while Tim leaned forward and bit the pull on The MASTER’s zipper, its posture collar restricted its movements and it worked hard to pull it down. Henry started to belt each cocksucker in sequence. The boy was hard at work sucking enthusiastically on Lee’s helmut as The MASTER’s pulled out HIS swollen cock and balls and put them and inch from Tims face. Tim was fixated on this man’s appendage- it was so large and it wasn’t hard yet- HIS balls were like plums, they looked delicious. The MASTER saw Tim unconsciously lick his lips- the whore was getting stiff---a natural cocksucker.

‘ prove your worth to ME’

Tim sucked The MASTERS head into its mouth, locked its lips behind the broad ridge and went to work. this man was truly its Superior and it wanted this man to buy it , it wanted to give this man as much pleasure as it could, it wanted this cock.

The MASTER, The Captain and Lee talked as the slaves kept to their work totally focused on their tasks. None of the men paid much attention to the slaves at their feet only infrequently directing the creatures that serviced them. This was the way things were meant to be & the inferiors were doing what they were born to do--serve powerful men.

Lee came first & the boy moved next to The Master and kneeled in position. Henry moved directly behind Tim and all the blows of the hit its asscheeks but Tim didn’t miss a beat- the cock in his throat, the burn on his asscheeks, the pumping in his balls--- all felt so good, he wanted this forever.

When The MASTER finished shooting his loads down Tim’s throat he slapped its face

‘what else do offer me cunt’

Anything MASTER

‘That’s right--ANYTHING

HE was going to bid on this property- -this cunt would have real value serving HIM and HIS friends as a pair of holes, The MASTER’s slave would serve HIS other needs. Training it was going to be easy- a few weeks under pressure as he cycled ‘reeducation ’ sessions with hours of it riding/sucking/throating – dildoes/cocks/fists & it would be permanently converted. The icing on the cake- it was born to be tortured, Satan himself would keep this one around.
The Captain spoke—‘dog- get on my other boot’—he hurried next to ‘pig’ and went to work- it felt so content.

The Leather MASTER turned--‘Lee, grade the slave’

‘Passable SIR’

The MASTER looked at his slave—‘ I told you what would happen if you disappointed me- get back under the hook’

The boy started rushing on its hands and knees to where its agony had been so recently inflicted-

The Captain looked down—‘Lee, ‘ show ‘pig what the black box does to those that disobey- give it a good lesson’

The MASTER smiled at LEE---‘we’ll show these worthless pieces of crap the full price of disobedience’.

Lee immediately led ‘pig’ to the center of the room—the torturers bound the victims for their ordeal.

‘Henry – take dog to its cell- another buyer will be here soon’ he clipped a leash on it and started to lead it away when the first screams radiated across the room. Tim thought-maybe The MASTER would buy it- it wished it was suffering with the boy again for The MASTER.


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