Will K 4 - Bit of a Lad

Author: plugged
Title: Will K 4 - Bit of a Lad
Date: 28 August 2007

Bit of a Lad 4


I glanced back at Paul and John but my tongue was out. I closed my eyes
expecting him to clamp it in those grips again but he didn't he was
slipping a rubber hood or mask over my head. He then asked me for a paw!

He untied my pa... hands and slipped a thick rubber mitt over each, he
pulled a bit at each one then pulled at the hood/mask making sure the
bit under my nose and the mouth were aligned properly. He lifted a small
lock from the pile beside his feet and locked the strap around the
mitt turning down the cuff to conceal strap and lock. He did the same to
the other before pushing my head down and securing the back of the hood.
When I raised my head he had a thick collar in his hands which he
fitted tightly to my neck before locking that on.

"Lick my lolly boy! Show me how grateful to me for being so gentle."
His hand groped his balls which hung ouside his overalls supporting his
long thick cock which stood like a flagpole. Under his direction I
licked up and down his pole, sucked in his balls, lapped at the ooz emerging
from his piss slit before he pulled my head right down on it and
humped his hips. I gagged and spluttered a few times but he kept pumping his
hips upwards as he pushed my head down right till he erupted and told
me to swallow and keep sucking till he was drained. When I looked up I
could see him inhale his fag. I stopped momentarily to watch him
exhale. He pushed me off his cock and pulled me up by the ring on the collar
and exhaled his smoke direct into my mouth. I exhaled and tentatively
reached up and licked his lips.
He responde by taking a long drag and kissing me hard as he exhaled
into me, I exhaled through my nose as he kept his lips over mine probing
with his tongue. I couldn't pull back as he held me by the back of the
head and the ring in the collar. He pulled off and ordered me to 'STAY!'
and with a wink, he added 'hold that for master' and placed the half
smoked fag between my lips.
When he came back he sat in front of me again and took the now smaller
cigarette from my mouth. "Used to get a lot of smokes inside selling
the boys I broke in, not as young as you but they soon learned their
places. John would have done OK in prison too, I've watched the way he
worked you."

I was only half listening as I was intent on watching his cigarette. He
laughed and took the packet from his pocket, opened it and offered me
one. I looked at the packet and my mitted hands. He laughed louder.

"Maybe you'd rather box then seeing as your 'gloved up'!" This comment
was followed by several playful punches at my shoulders then my chest
and abdomen.
When I tried to fend him off with my arms the punches got heavier and
two or three connected to my jaw. "Think I'll string you up as my
punchbag... had to do that with a youngster once, spent the next fortnight in
the block though. All because he thought his tongue was not meant to
replace toilet paper. Later on after his mouth healed the guys on the
wing said he gave excellent blowjobs. Knocked every tooth clean out his
mouth." He laughed again. "Maybe I'll show you how I did that too one
day!"

I was relieved when Master Paul called me to 'crawl on over here'.

I had a couple of buckets and deck scrubbers and told to get on and
scrub my mess up, including my shitty bag.

He watched a while as I scrubbed at the inside of the bag before he
left. I looked round, the others had gone too, I was alone. I continued
scrubbing the bag with the soap and rinsing it out for another few
minutes, it seemed to be getting cleaner. I looked around again, still no
one. I stood up and stretched, my knees ached from holding the bag as I
had to use both hands on the scrubber because of the mitts and the
constant rubbing and previous crawling had my knees red raw. Still nothing
happened, no shouts to get back to work.

I padded across to the doorway, OH joy! Not only was it not locked but
it was slightly open. I peeked out scanning as much as I could before
nudging it gently, just enough to get my head out. I re-scanned the
yard, this time including the area behind the door. No signs of life at all
they were all busy. A boilersuit was hanging by the door so I took
time and managed to get into it, couldn't fasten it up and it was baggy on
me, just as well or I couldn't have got my mitted hands down the
sleeves.
I'd make for John's car, he probably left the keys in it, I was at the
drivers door and he had left the keys in the ignition, when I reached
for the door handle I stopped. No thumb or fingers! I couldn't even
catch the handle never mind open the fucking thing. I saw the wellies lined
up at the back door of the house and made for them choosing the
nearest fit I slipped them on and made off up the yard sticking close to the
walls. Damn it was fields behind this barn, open fucking fields.
However I didn't want to chance going back to the other end which obviously
led to the road. I mean the bastards could come out at any time! So I
was over the gate and into the field and followed the fence and hedgerow.
I should have looked around that garage for something to break these
locks or at least rip or tear these mitts off. Too late, I was fucking
free, I'd worry about these problems later, for now I had to put as much
distance from this place as I could.

I followed the hedge towards a bunch of trees, surely that must be the
river down there. Follow it back to town, go to a mates after dark and
get rid of this mask and stuff. I looked through the hole in the hedge
the back of the farm buildings would be at the far end of the field.
Safe enough, a quick sprint across fity yards or so, over the wire fence
and into the woods.

I thought it safer to check though and stuck my head through the hole,
looked clear, pushing against the lower branches with my shoulders I
pushed through. Shit I was snagged. I laughed, well the mitts will be
handy for pushing the branches back. I pulled back and pushed at the
hedging with the mitts making the hole bigger before pushing through again.
Still I was snagged, only when I pulled right back did I notice the
rope following me. I pushed down on it and felt the pressure at my neck.
Panic set in and I tried to pull right away from the gap which only
tightened the noose! I inched forward till the the rope slackened then
groped under my chin but with the mitts I couldn't find it. I knelt there
like a dog pawing aimlessly at its collar and leash. It must be on the
collar, if I could find the slip-knot with both my paws I could ease it
loose. I couldn't! Find the other end I thought, so eased myself
through the hole and scrabbled under the hedge to find where it was anchored.
I found it anchored to the base of the hedge, I could see it wound
round a few times and several knots securing it. Hopeless! I pulled
against it but it didn't yield any at either end. All I managed was to
exhaust myself from pulling and jerking around and half choke myself of
course.

"Fuck it!" I shouted and lay down close to the hedge where I thought it
might be drier as the rain began again. I was freezing and soaked so
every ten minutes or so I would pull and jerk at the snare as if it
would magically slip free or break. I must have been there for a couple of
hours at least before I noticed movement. The scraping of metal from
the sliding door on the back of the barn alerted me. I moved out from the
hedge waved and shouted for help to the figure silhouetted in the
doorway. He must have heard me but didn't show it and I couldn't get off my
knees! The figure turned and disappeared.

I roared out several cuss words over and over. When that was getting me
nowhere I started mumbling and muttering them over and over,
interspersed with pleas for someone to come, even if it was one of those
sadistic cunts that had abused. Of course it would be one of them 'cause I
hadn't noticed any other signs of life around on my short trip to
'freedom'!

I stared intently at the doorway and muttered on and on.

Movement! I got off my heels and knelt watching the figure approach. I
sat back when he was a few yards away, desperately trying to think of
something to say. He was getting closer, just shaking his head and
grinning.

I looked at his boots, "Please Uncle Davy."

He squatted in front of me and lifted my chin and put his finger to his
lips. I squeezed every tear I could from my eyes blinking furiously as
I looked at his face.

"Open!" he said gently as he pushed down on my chin with his finger. I
looked at the black object he held in his hand and backed off, damn
that rope I thought as it reached it's limit. He crooked his finger. I
just sat watching his finger beckoning. He stood. I caught movement in the
corner of my eye and his belt cracked over my back. He drew his arm
back cocked his head. CRACK! This time it didn't crack till it connected
with my shoulder. The next three or four had me jumping around on my
tether so much that the noose had slipped off the top of the collar and
was now choking me. My legs, butt, back, ribs and back of my head had
all felt the heavy leather. When he beckoned this time I crawled to his
feet. He pulled the zip across the mouthpiece of the mask and pushed me
to the ground. He sat on my butt and pulled both my arms up towards my
shoulders and roped them off to the back of my collar. Still kneeling
over me he squirmed around for a bit, I couldn't see what he was doing.
He lifted my butt up and told me firmly to 'Stay'. I tried, I counted
six strokes before I rolled over. He stopped turned me onto my front and
sat on my head.
Kicking my legs didn't help any as the strap rained down across my butt
and down the back of my thighs. Shifted to my back I looked up at him,
his boiler suit was open right down, I could make out the vest and
jock, well stained.
Ah well looks like I was going to be fucked.
SHit! Oh shit NO! He can't have, he fucking did though I realised as he
fumbled inside his boilersuit with his hand and produced the black
object he had previously held in front of me. He opened the zipper, I kept
my mouth shut, he reached behind and grabbed my ball sac, I yelped.
Before my mouth could shut the penis gag he had warmed up in his arse was
in my mouth being tucked behind the zipper lips and the zipper was
closed. I gagged at the thought of it, then I gagged again as I tasted his
juices and shit. He laughed!

He then shook out a small sack and pulled it over my head, tucking it
carefully around my neck before he pissed all over the front of it and
hauled me to my feet as I panicked trying to shake and blow the wet
sacking off of my nose so I could breathe. He obviously strode off as the
noose tightened and I fell on my face at the unexpected tug. He helped
me regain my feet of course with a mixture of strangulation and kicks of
encouragement. He did this a few times naturally as he trotted me back
to the farm across the uneven field.

I sighed in relief when we finally stopped. I heard the chain and soft
click as it was locked to my collar. As my breathing slowed returning
to normal I listened for his movements but could hear nothing. I inched
my way forward slowly so I could sit against the wall. No wall, but I
found a post it or rather I smashed right into it with my balls and sank
to my knees. Thats where I spent the next several hours, chained to a
post, on my knees, on my butt and eventually helplessly on my front.

I was wakened by the pulling of my collar, still groggy I was pushed
and pulled to my feet and led off. My back was pushed against the wall
and I was told to sit.
"Drink!" was the next command after he had accessed my mouth by opening
the zip and pushing a tube into the centre of the gag. "JDP - the
Masters' Special. Fresh this morning."

I sucked, but the taste was strong and burning in my throat, cold piss
from all three of them from this morning I surmised.

"Drink!" and my throat filled with the acrid fluid. He kept putting
pressure on the bottle squeezing the contents along the tube when he
thought I was dallying. I shook my head from side to side as several belches
shot some of the piss up the back of my throat and down my nose.
Master was busy fixing the chain on my collar so that it pulled tight
against the wall before splaying my legs wide and tying them down. He pulled
the rest of the sacking off my face and head and tucked it into my
crotch.

Master Paul warned me not to utter a word as he removed the gag but as
usual I paid no heed, "Please I can't feel my arms can't you untie
them?"

He ignored me.

"Please MASTER!"

He simply shrugged and retrieved the gag and replaced, I meekly opened
my mouth to accept it.

"Now your nose, a choice of three, do you want this one?" he held up a
small ring.

I shook my head.

"How about this one?" I shook my head vigorously again and mumbled I
didn't want any fucking ring in my nose.The thing was almost two inches
or more wide.

"OK then this one is it, it's the only one left." This one looked thick
and was around an inch wide.

He then decided that I was too 'frisky' and wouldn't keep still so he
used a piece of rope around my forehead and under my chin fixing it
behind my head to the wall. Not any movement whatsover was left for my head
as I watched the plier like object approach, I felt the cold as they
went up my nostril there was a crunch and wondered what it was,
something warm dripped down my front, I couldn't feel it at first just the
initial sensation as it dropped on my skin. I had to blink furiously as my
eyes had welled up. It started to sting like fuck. My eyes cleared
enough in time to see the ring being brought closer on the end of these
pliers which held it open. It snaked up one nostril and with some jiggling
down the other and Master Paul smiled at me as he screwed at
something.

He looked me staight in the eyes and winked, I stared back, well
couldn't turn my head away from him.

"Are you listening boy?"
I could feel his fingers brushing over my nipples. I made a kind of
clicking or clucking sound in my throat behind the gag. The sensation was
tremendous, the first gentleness I had felt in ages.

"Make that clicking noise again - once for yes, twice for no. Are you
listening?"

I clicked once. He then gently mopped around my nose with damp cloth,
or alcohol wipe and went on to explain that he would keep turning the
rings for me. He showed me the pliers although he didn't call them that,
screwing them up opened the rings and screwing it down allowed them to
close. However once they closed he would put extra pressure on them and
they would lock together permanently leaving an almost seamless ring
through my flesh.
All the while he massaged and played with my nips, he would grin and
wink and I found myself trying to grin under the mask even with the gag,
and would wink back.

I was surprised and confused when he told me, that there was only one
more to go. I tried to think what it was, one more what.... I found
myself trying to imagine what it would feel like if he held me tight in his
arms. What would that dark stubble feel like against me. The tightness
and fluttering in the pit of my stomach distacted me and I closed my
eyes. I had just orgasmed without touching myself! His fingers stopped
plying my nipples. I opened my eyes as he turned the ring in my nose. I
winked and clicked once as he stroked my ball-sac and cock.

I clicked furiously as he let go, got up and walked away.

He turned and grinned,"I'm not going anywhere, just need to get some
stuff for you."

He was soon back and I relaxed as he pulled at my cock, I grunted as he
nipped me as he played with my piss slit.
"Did that hurt," he asked without waiting for me to answer, "this will
sting as the ring goes through, a bit worse. Just try and relax."

Surely he means as my cock goes through the ring, I knew about
cockrings. So I just closed my eyes as he worked, I opened them to see if he
was angry. I could feel the dampness I must have pissed on him. Nope he
was still concentrating. He was right it did burn and sting a bit.

"All done, we'll just let it soak for a wee while then bandage it. OK?"

Oh why the fuck doesn't he just remove the fucking gag and I could
talk!

"NO? I've just ringed you. Do you know what that means?"

I clicked no.

Realisation was dawning quickly as he touched the ring in my nose, then
my nips. OH FUCK! He stuck a ring in my cock!!

Releasing my head from the wall he continued to talk quietly explaining
how he had to wash my piercings again and bandage my well pricked
prick. How he would fit a spacer between my knees and my ankles, so that I
wouldnt catch my cock and set it off bleeding again. "Handy also for
fucking you my pet slave!" he laughed.

I was only half listening but certainly heard the last comment, I was
preoccupied with the silver ring disappearing into my piss slit, feeling
the weight as he gently wrapped some gauze around it then pulled a
condom over it to hold it in place.

He lifted me to my feet and faced me to the wall before releasing my
arms. I wept openly and pressed my forehead close to the brickwork as my
armstwitched and spasmed as they hung useless down in front of me.

"Careful don't touch that cock!" he soothed as he massaged my arms and
shoulders. He turned me round and placed handcuffs on my wrists.
"You'll be able to move your arms and wrists with these but I have to lock
them to your collar so you don't reach for your cock."

They had a fair bit of chain between them, enough to be reasonably
comfortable but short enough to keep me away from the groin.

"Now master gets his slaves' thanks," he says bending my top half over
a stool. He ripped the seam of the overalls and spat a couple of times
right on my hole and rubbed it in and around. He eased himself ever so
gently inside me and waited a few minutes, he had one hand round my
balls. He began with long leisurely strokes and as my grunts got louder
and I clicked 'no' as my cock got painful as it tried to erect he would
stop and squeeze my nuts till my meat deflated. Totally different from
the rape by my brutal brother, so much so that even with the fresh
piercings I didn't want him to stop. He did though, I just felt him deep
inside me his groin crushed into my arse.

I made those clicks again when he finally withdrew. When I was back on
my feet I tried to hold onto his arm to pull him to me. He stood
looking at me and I tried to stroke his face. He smiled and patted my head. I
must have looked like some sort of ape as I ambled slowly after him,
my knees and ankles splayed by the spreaders. He tidied up the gear he
had been using chuckling as I aimlessly shuffled around trying to be
near him.

"Come on then, we'll wash them, put some cream over them and let you
spend some time in the open."

He finished the cleaning and creaming and I had managed to get close
enough to put my head on his chest, I felt his chest rise and fall as he
laughed and wrapped his arms around me letting my head lie on his
shoulder where I could gently nudge his cheek with my forehead. The chain
from my collar trailed as I followed him to the door, only then did he
take it up and wink.

"C'mon you useless piece of shit. The animals around here understand
more than you. Just a fucking piece of livestock, that's what you are."
He turned and winked again as he tugged at the chain and pushed his face
into mine, "YOU GOT THAT! Just another farm-beast!"

I looked around Master Paul to see who he was shouting hello to, John
was striding towards us.

"Morning Paul, want me to take it now? Fuckin'nice!" he gave a low
whistle and reached for the nose ring.

"Careful mate don't mess with them too much or they'll no heal
properly." Master Paul warned.

"Ach its OK. I promised my little bro' here I would always take real
good care of him." he pulled my head up and down and from side to side by
the nose ring. Admittedly he was gentle although my eyes did water a
bit.
"Don't cry bro', you'll soon get used to your new life."

He moved to the side between Master Paul and me and turned his
attention to the nipple rings.
"What should we have him doing today Paul?" he smirked in my face as he
tugged at my right nipple. I grabbed his arm.

"What the fuck are you doing, grabbing me like that! Paul this animal
needs reminding of his place."

"It was just reflex John, they will be tender, I'm sure he didn't mean
to grab you." Paul moved round and looked at my nipples, "See it's
bleeding a bit."

"Aye cause the fucker grabbed me when I was turning it." John was
admamant.

Master Paul looked at me as I clicked 'No... No', his face told me he
wasn't happy. I wasn't sure if it was me or John though. "Well a slave
has to learn, give him half a dozen, just watch the piercings."
Guess it was me he was pissed off with then!

"Try no to give him or your uncle any chance to get at you, they'll
whip your arse if you as much as look at them wrong." Paul whispered as
John walked back to the outhouse.

Master Paul held me by the collar allowing me to place my hands on his
wrists. With the spreader bars I was already sticking my arse out a
bit. I heard Johns boots on the cobbles.

"Easy." Paul soothed under his breath as I trembled.
John was coming at a run and had Master Paul not been supporting me I
would probably have landed on my face when the strap connected. Every
blow seemed worse than the previous, each one delivered at the run.
The two men talked over me as I clung to Master Paul.

Paul was saying something about being back for dinner as he
straightened me up and walked away. I ambled forward after him till the chain at
my neck was tugged hard from behind. Looking behind I could see John
fastening a thick belt around his waist. "Might as well keep it handy." he
said patting it.

I looked over as the car moved out of the yard, I had been taken to a
storehouse and for the last ten minutes, John had loaded my back with a
bag of feed which I then had to deposit in the cart outside, although
he had at least released my cuffs from the collar. I was even more
miserable as I realised it was Paul who had just driven off.