Will K 6

Author: plugged
Title: Will K 6
Date: 28 August 2007

Bit of A Lad 6 xxxxx

He then went off to find Paul, I heard them talking as they returned.
"So no great problems then?"

"Nah, John saw to him earlier and I've had him in with me since John
left."

"Has he been drinking? You remembered no to feed him I hope. If he is
hungry he'll be more biddable."

"Come to think of it, he hasn't had a drink for a while, maybe I should
get him something now."

"I'll take him, get him some milk for a change, just have to throw it
out anyway, he might as well have it."

There was a tug on my collar and I crawled off with Paul, Davy telling
him he'd tidy the workshop up and be right over.

I knelt at the kitchen door and Master Paul examined my piercings. I
heard Master Davy approaching as Master Paul disappeared inside to return
with a plastic bottle of milk. I was allowed to drink from the bottle
till it was empty, then the sack-hood was replaced after the gag was
inserted in place before I was led back to the workshop.

"Dirty boy! Your owner is going to be pissed with you boy, especially
when the bucket is right next to you." My uncle informed me as he
secured my chain once more.

He turned me round, lifting me bodily and sat my arse right on
something squishy! My nose rankled and I gagged a bit. Unmistakable odurs
filled my olfactory system. The bastard had shit on the floor and sat me
right on it. I tried to shuffle myself away from it and knocked a bucket
over which spilled piss all over me as well as the floor.

Strangely Master Paul never said a word about the shit except, "Hmm
seems we have an animal that should be outdoors."

He was removing the spreader bars at my knees and ankles then the
cuffs, I had hoped the mitts too, but they remained.

"What's this?" he asked as he was removing the coveralls from my
shoulders. He removed the cigarettes and lighter from my breast pocket. "How
did you get your hands on those I wonder."

He dropped the overalls on the floor and went off for something to
clean up the place. He put a bucket in front of me with warm soapy water
and told me to get busy.

"Scoop the worst up with your clothes then scrub it clean."

I did as he said and was left alone scrubbing, I of course still had a
shit plastered butt, not being allowed to clean myself. Finished I
looked up at him.

"No lad, you scrub the whole floor, get to it."

I scrubbed every bit of the floor as far as my chain would allow.
However he had meant the whole floor and simply moved the chain until we
were at the exit then I was informed that we would get my clothing then me
cleaned up.

I followed him trailing the chain behind me, my shitty overalls grasped
in my mitts. Davy was waiting by the kitchen door standing beside a
large tub. I first had to hose the shit off the overalls over a drain
then plunge them into the tub to rinse them out.

'Just spread them out on the ground', I was told when they decided I
had plunged and squeezed them enough, after about qurter an hour. Well by
now the mitts must have been clean enough but my arse was still caked
so I was ordered over the drain and told to squat while Master Paul
shoved the hose into my arse. The cold water sent shockwaves through me,
after a couple of rinses I was then taken back to the tub and told to
sit in it, by now the water which was tepid to strt with was almost as
cold as the hosepipes. Master Paul used a small brush and scrubbed me
from the neck down, no soft sponge/flannel full of soap just this small
brush. When it came to my nipples, they were extended by him pulling on
the rings as he scrubbed round them, same with my cock, the bandaging
being totally discarded.

Finally I was rinsed off over the drain but only after I had emptied
the tub and scrubbed it out.

"So where did you get the chocolate and cigarettes?" Master Paul asked.
I looked at the overalls trailing on the ground from Master Paul's
hand. I looked at Master Davy.

Master Paul, who had obviously retrieved the chocolate as I was
pre-occupied scrubbing the tub, handed Davy the chocolate and went off inside.


"You stole my fags and chocolate then boy! Well I'll have to teach you
not to thieve from your betters slave-boy." snarled my uncle.

I was still dripping wet when I was handed the clean bib-overalls so it
was with difficulty that I climbed into them, especially as the were
too tight being a smaller size. Turned down wellies completed my outfit.
The eyes of my mask were taped over and I recognised the unmistakable
smell of the sacking they used to hood me. My wrists were pulled out to
the front and roped together over the mitts then my ankles were
loosley hobbled before I was pushed to my knees. "Bring the rest of that
stuff from the kitchen please Davy."

I shivered wondering what 'stuff' this could be. I was pleasantly
surprised however when I discovered what they were pushing into my mouth was
food! Cold sausages, bacon, potatoes, rice. When I had been force fed
more than enough I tried to refuse but a finger hooked into my nose
ring held my mouth in place as they continued to feed me, slowly but
surely. Some of the stuff was beginning to feel slightly bitter by now
however they let me drink watered down beer then surprisingly gave me a
cigarette to smoke. It seemed to go on like that for quite some time. I was
left alone but tethered, then more food, another cigarette, I was
feeling bloated but they kept forcing food and liquids into me then finally
they patted my head and gave me dessert. I half chewed the chocolate
and swallowed it down to get the ache out of my jaws and bring this
feeding frenzy to a conclusion.

"Don't speak to it, just make sure it's OK, if it disobeys then half a
dozen strokes across its back with the strap should be enough."

"Yes Boss!"

Hallo, that's a new voice I thought. Oh John, or someone said there
were two guys who worked here permanently. Must be back from their days
off now. I must have been dozing on and off after my banquet as I was now
sitting with my back against a wall.

"Can I give.. has it got a name boss? .. a drink first."

"Yea Sam but save some."

"Plenty here Boss and Bart probably has plenty more too, he usually
has." The voice jovially informed the Boss, who I knew as Master Paul.

When my nose ring was twisted it seemed to come as a surprise that I
was the 'it' referred to, stuffed and sleepy were not conducive to clear
thinking when it came to me or should that be the nameless 'it'.

I drank the piss of Sam lazily, I felt it splash down my front, 'it'
soon payed more attention as 'its' ears rung from the hard thump.

"That'll be it's first half-dozen.. eh Sammy?" Says the voice of Master
Davy.

"Yep Mr Davy, seems it'll get quite a few stripes over the next few
days with its' attitude." Sam responded as he shoved the gag none too
gently into his current urinal. I bathed in the golden gifts from the three
men, soaking my hood that I felt difficulty in breathing. They must
have held it for some time as it seemd rather strong in odour.
I was then hobbling along with my hands stretched out in front behind
this new guy, my two masters' bidding him a 'Goodnight and we'll check
on it in the morning.'

I hadn't really noticed me being pulled to my feet, as I was pulled up
from my arse, Master Davy was saying something about chocolate...
"Likes his chocolate then, even though it was washed in his overalls, wonder
if he'll still like it tomorrow, there's still some of the other stuff
left. Pig farm is the right place for it to be!"

Then my bladder kicked in sending urgent signals that it was ready to
burst, the guy on the other end of the rope just jerked me harder when I
tried to communicate this to him.
A hard jerk landed me on my knees, Sam helped me by lifting me by the
collar and informing me that my bedtime 'treat' would be a dozen stripes
now and that I should be grateful that that was all, considering I had
pissed myself already.

I had pissed myself already? Bastard knows I need to piss anyway.
Wherever we were going we were there, well inside somewhere.

"Steps!"

I stopped but good ol'kindly Sam assisted by taking hold of my collar
and practically lifted me down.

"Catch this."

Catch?!?. My hands are tied you fool, oh someone else is here, I
thought as my arms were raised.

"Pull up. ... OK Tie it off Bart."

Bart was obviously the strong silent type 'cause I never heard a sound
from him. There was a loud clang, I tiptoed round in that direction and
mumbled. I was left with my arms high above and my heels just off the
floor, if it hadn't been for the thick soles of the wellies I'd be
swinging by the wrists!

"You can piss or do whatever you want now, you're the only occupant of
the cage. I'll give you an hour or so to settle in and we'll see about
those stripes you've earned." The voice seemed to float from above.

I laughed in my mind.. 'Too late ya fucker, I've already pissed!'
The piss was seeping down my legs between skin and material, warm,
satisfyingly relieving it was too.

In my mind I shouted, 'Yea, hurry back, I'll Just hang around here till
you do.' My mind filled again with laughter but my eyes stung with the
tears, they too squeezed between skin and material.

I was going to have to think about this, I was in the situation where
they won, I lost every damned time. Just do what they want till I get
the chance to get away from it - impossible as long as they kept me
chained down or tied up. Someone coming, damn I'll beg if I have to, even to
that fuckin'sadistic bastard of an uncle.

'JEEZUS!' I squirmed and tried to get back on my toes, the stinging
blow having taken me completely unawares. I had barely composed myself
before another landed on my chest. A hand grabbed at me as I tried to turn
away. I thought I had no piss left but felth the front of my overalls
getting that warm wet feeling, my feet were already steeping in the
piss filled wellies as I lost control of my bladder just after they strung
me up. I danced up a jig for my punisher as he laid the strap across
my chest, back, inner and outer thighs. When he stopped I think I was
still jigging away. My agony was multiplied when I heard and felt the
warm watery wind breaking from arse. I had piss all over my front and now
shit was filling up the butt of my overalls and sliding down the back
and insides of my legs. I was gasping and sobbing begging for release
through the damned gag stopping up my mouth but I heard nor felt any
response. The clanging confirmed my fears that I was to be left like this.

My head jerked backwards, I stretched up on my toes but found little
relief, I could feel the chill below my waist as my sodden clothing clung
tight with its now cold waste. I tried not to release the wind I felt
but it won through, another cascade of loose product filled my bibs.
How long were they keeping me here? How long had I been here? I pulled my
feet off the ground just to see if I could feel something in my arms,
I certainly felt it in my shoulders as I slumped back down. I returned
from my semi-comatose state when the strap cut across my shoulders.
I choked as the liquid was forced through the tube in my gag. I paid
attention, waiting for it to start again, so that I would be able to
swallow it. As I drank someone was busy at my arse, no, think they were
just looking down the back of my overalls. Not a word was spoken, my arms
were lowered and rubbed hard. I squirmed in discomfort which seemed to
be interpretted as my circulation being fine because my arms went back
up to their former position. I heard someone pissing, then the sodden
hood was pulled back over my head. Shit! It was rank, I mean rank. I
think they had wiped some shit from my arse or back with it before soaking
it in piss and replacing it. I garbled into the gag and got more
fluid, warm fluid. Bastards had left the tube connected so the slightest
suction would pull more piss into me.

I was fast becoming a burbling sobbing wreck. Had I been allowed to
speak I would have begged to be allowed to do what they want, promised
them whatever they wanted me to promise.

As it was when the rope was loosened I went down on my knees, my head
on the floor between my still bound arms and waited.

The silence was unsettling as I was led out by the chain from my nose,
the rope from my wrists pulled between my legs causing me to stoop
forward. My feet squelched, the caked shit at my arse and down my legs
cracked. I negotiated the steps, the coldness of my wet clothing increased,
we were outside. I squelched onwards.

"Right," the voice was Master Paul, "Same punishment once a week till I
tell you different. It has to learn not to steal..ANYTHING!"

The emphasised last word was followed by a swift lash across my back.

"Put it back in the cage and start its training properly guys, if it
speaks gag it and give it half a dozen strokes." There was a mumbling I
couldn't make out.
"Yes every time it utters a word, I didn't buy it for its' conversation
abilities. It can get cleaned up later tonight."

I had to stay like this, stinking worse than the filthiest gents you
could imagine!

The gag was being removed!
"Please Mas.." The gag was shoved hastily back in, this time taking
some of the foul sackhood with it.

Bent over by the collar, six strokes landed across my back and down the
back of my thighs. Not one landed on my butt, obviously the shit caked
there might absorb some of the blows force or they didn't want the
cane soiled.

It was only on the third attempt at the gag removal that I had enough
control to remain silent. I sure as hell didn't need any more of that
cane nor the strap.

I shuffled a bit and let a few yelps slip past my lips as Master made
sure my piercings were doing OK. The alcohol stung as he wiped the rings
as he turned them, so I earned several hard slaps across my head and
face. I knew it was definitely Master Paul and I thought hard on how I
could do something to make my treatment less brutal, I wanted to show
him that I could be good and do as he wanted.
When he finally stopped examining and cleaning I knelt and pushed my
face where I imagined his crotch would be and nudged at him. I must have
been off the mark because he moved and pulled my face into his crotch.

"Good boy." he muttered and patted the top of my head as I nudged and
mouthed around his crotch. I was left mouthing fresh air just after that
until the tug at my nose told me we were off to the cage.

Back at the cage I was stopped. Still in silence, I was moved and
commanded by hands. I turned in the direction of any noise, this particular
noise ended in a heavy clunking at my feet followed by something being
clamped round the boots. Only one wrist was clamped in metal but it was
attached to a heavy chain and possibly another cuff by the weight that
dragged on my wrist.

A hand at the back of my collar guided me forward. I looked blindly
down, instinct I guess as I sure as hell couldn't see anything but
blackness interspersed with those strange sometimes coloured bursts you see
when your eyes are closed. The weight and the noise as I moved forward
were intimidating but the hand just kept pushing.

Jerked to a stop, my keeper pushed my head downwards till was on the
floor. I gasped and started coughing hoping that would cover me as I
nearly shouted out - 'what the fuck?' I thought I was being clamped to the
floor as a heavy weight was pulled over my neck and closed with a
clang! The guy straddling me punched my ribs when I pulled my arm back as he
tried to take it. He sat back on my abdomen once my other wrist was
restrained and ran his hands up and down inside my bibs, tweaking and
pulling at my ringed nips. I resisted at first but soon began to moan in
pleasure, that's when he stopped, moved upwards and deposited his balls
over my lips. He stayed a while, enjoying my tongue and mouth
pleasuring his balls. I managed a few times to suck both in at the same time, my
chain was looped over his neck keeping my hands up out of his way, he
kept tension on the chain to my nose. He caught my nosering and with a
twist pulled his balls out of my mouth to replace them with his
cockhead. By twisting, pulling and pushing at my nosering I gathered he wanted
me to just work on the head. I tasted the bitterness as I ran my
tongue behind the foreskin, the 'cheese' coming away on my tongue. As his
control wavered he moved forward pulling my arms out above me as more of
his cock slipped forward into my mouth. It must have looked like he was
doing pressups over me, my arms were pulled as he thrust up and down
shoving his meat in till it hit the back of my throat. It was over!
I swallowed down his cream and was left there on my back panting like
an overheated hound. He just lay on top of me his shrinking cock still
in my mouth. I tried to suck and lick, I sucked hard hoping he was one
of those guys that were sensitive after they came but he wasn't he just
lay there. When he did get up I of course went up with him, my wrist
chain still behind his neck, as he pulled away from it I braced myself
for a smack as he dropped me back to the floor but he gently lowered me
back. His piss splashed over my mouth and up and down my body till he
knelt down and had me lick and suckle till every last drop was sucked
from his cock.

Footsteps and the door closed. I just continued lying there till began
to feel uncomfortable. I turned over and made to get up, I'd find a
wall and lounge against it for a change. I couldn't get up though, the
heavy collar was attached to a heavy chain, I could crawl only a few feet
around the tethering point.
I tried to free my nose chain which stretched out from me but like the
thick chain from the collar it wouldn't budge. My head was pulled down
by the combined pull on my nose and neck, the iron collar itself must
have weighed quite a few pounds. I was stuck on my hands and knees, head
drooping, I lay back down. I went from my side to my back, even onto
my front, which was a bad idea as I had difficulty getting anywhere with
my body weight pressing on my fettered hands.

The only sounds were the constant rattle of my fetters and my own
breathing.
"Is there somebody there? Please." The voice startled me.
"Please come somebody..." It was my voice!

I cocked my head to the side listening. I reversed back and pulled at
the chain to the collar, I pawed at the mask hoping to dislodge the tape
around my eyes.

I started to explore the chains with my mouth, laying them on the floor
and following them with my tongue and lips. The iron collar was
definitely massive, something akin to the chains tree fellers use for
dragging trees around. The nose one I had already seen of course but it felt
larger than I remembered, then I thought but everything feels bigger
when it's in your mouth. The iron collar one led through a ring in the
floor and toward either a wall or the doorway. I pulled at the ring with
my teeth, the rusting metalic taste bitter on my tongue. I stopped, was
that someone coming? A buzzer went off somewhere. I sat up, tilting my
head to the side, left and right listening.

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