Will K 7

Author: plugged
Title: Will K 7
Date: 28 August 2007

Bit of A Lad 7 xxx

My nose chain went taut, I followed its direction. It took me some time
to reach the front as I bruised my knees several times on the collar
chain which was slack enough for me to drag through the ring. Stopped by
the bars, my face pulled hard against them, my chin was tapped and I
opened my mouth. Fingers! Two fingers rubbed along my lips and inside to
the tip of my tongue. Honey! I was being fed honey covered fingers. I
sucked and pressed closer to the bars as the fingers left my mouth, I
took the spoonfuls of oatmeal that followed and the cold milk was a
delight as I sucked it up through the straw. I fought the urge to speak
waiting attentively for a few words.
A few hours chained in this damned cage and I was silently begging to
hear a human voice. I wasn't going to speak though, no! I'd just get
that strap or cane across my back again.

No human speech was forthcoming, just that buzzer and I felt the
pressure on the collar as I was pulled back to my place in the middle of the
cage.

I was barely back, considering to myself whether I should crawl out to
the left or right when I needed to piss and shit. Ludicrous really, I
thought, 'cause I can't get my overalls off so it would still be filling
them. The buzzer went again.

I followed my nose to the bars.

"You used human speech!" The voice informed me and the buzzer went off.

This time when I got back the collar chain kept going till the ring on
the floor met my collar. Someone was in with me and as I lay there butt
high in the air he pulled my cuffs down and clipped them to my ankles
cuffs, this held me in place for six heavy strokes of the strap.
The pain was still evident but I was bemused as if I was apart from my
body and watching this pathetic animal sobbing into the hard floor.
Rough hands rubbed over my back where the strap had made its mark. They
moved under me and fumbled with the straps of the bibs and pulled them
down to expose my arse.

Whoever it was that was attacking my hole didn't seem concerned about
the shit, he just plunged in and out hard, bouncing my head onto the
floor. His fingers roughly digging into my hips as he pushed and pulled
his fleshy torpedo in and out. The fucking was hard and rough but
mercifully quick. I felt his body shudder as he pulled me hard onto his cock
and spewed his seed inside me. He didn't withdraw though just pushed me
forward slightly so that he could spill his piss into my arse. I
screamed as he almost immediately rammed something hard into my hole as he
withdrew.
I screamed again as he punched hard at it to make sure it was well in.
Then I was pushed and pulled like a rag doll as he fastened the bibs
again.

Maybe it was the position he left me in but it seemed a longer time
till the buzzer sounded. My nose was tugged a few times. I managed to
raise my head, I pulled at my arms hoping they would realise my wrists and
ankles were still attached. The tugs on my nose continued. Were they
trying to get me to speak again I wondered. I tried to shuffle a bit -
Yes, I could manage to move. I continued to shuffle, a slow laborious
process which put all my weight on my knees, at least I had the heavy
overalls for some protection to them.

I got to the bars just as the buzzer sounded off again. I felt the
chain on the collar tighten but couldn't turn, a hand pushed at me till I
toppled on my side. The collar chain still pulled at me, I felt like
someone was sandpapering my arm as the chain pulled me round. My legs were
grabbed and pushed till I was on my front. The chain started to pull
again, I yelled and screamed till the collar choked me as I was dragged
back to the ring. I coughed and spluttered, sobbed heavily when the
collar eventually made contact with the embedded ring, I had toppled onto
my side and was left lying there feeling like shit, wondering why they
had to abuse me in this way. I was chained and helpless before but this
was worse.

I groaned over and over muttering quiet pleas for help as my body
cramped. Belly cramps from the piss filled gut and arse, I tried pushing the
plug out but the overalls helped to keep it in place. My neck and
shoulder cold and stiff from the tight restraints and my ankles and wrists
in their heavy shackles locked together were numb from immobility. As
time dragged every noise, real or imaginary, raised my hopes to be
released.

I began to will the buzzer to go off so hard that I was sure I heard it
several times. When it did actually sound I lay there oblivious
certain it was another false alarm.

I was free, my mother was shaking my shoulder but I just pulled the
covers further over my head, I was warm, comfy and not ready to leave my
bed yet! Jeez! She trailed me by the scruff of the neck out of bed and
dragged me across the floor. My eyes should be open but I still can't
see. I bumped into the wall.

Haziness disapated. I wasn't free, just another bloody dream.

My handler shook me by the collar, slapping my head and bouncing it off
the bars. He stretched me on the floor and rubbed at my legs and arms
while I moaned in protest at my predicament. I couldn't place which
made me feel worse as the stiffness left my aching body parts.

"Please Master I can't." I whispered ever so low as the handler warned
me not to release my arse contents till he said so. I was kneeling as
he pulled at the plug. I did try but as he stood me on my feet and
pulled my overalls up my arse exploded. He continued to fasten my bib straps
as my piss filled arse spilled its load.

I think it must have continued over the next few days. Buzzer, get to
the bars, get strapped/caned if I spoke. Licking cock 'n' balls, getting
my arse used, being a urinal. Strung up and hosed down, left to dry.
Of course as I was never properly washed I grew accustomed to the smell
of piss and shit permeating my immediate area and my overalls could
have stood on their own as it seemed every part of the material had been
contaminated by body fluids and shit. My feeding was twice a day,
generally oatmeal, rice, leftovers. Plain and bland, often disgusting,
(leftovers included main course, deserts and I'm quite sure cockjuices all in
a dish which my handler pushed into my mouth). I learned not to speak
unless ordered, (though I was wary and got a few beatings till I
understood that I was to talk when they required it, Master Paul came and
explained it when I wouldn't perform for the others).

I was delighted when Master Paul removed the tape across my eyes, when
I focussed he was sitting with his back to the bars chewing something
and drinking coffee. One wellington boot was stretched towards me. I
kissed the toe, he grinned as I looked up. I sniffed as he refilled his
coffe from the thermos. The steam rising from his cup. He tugged on my
nose chain and wiggled his boot. I licked all over the rubber, glancing
up to see if he was still pleased. He was. He tugged again at my nose
and offered the other boot. He poured some of the coffee over it and I
set to licking it off. He threw a small piece of his sandwich in front of
me. I looked at him and back to the sandwich. I bent to take it in my
mouth. He tugged my nose chain and threw another piece down. Still
crouched low I took the first bit and swallowed. I looked at him as he
pulled my chain. He threw yet more pieces of his sandwich but wouldn't let
me take any.

"Take it!" he said, and I did.

He pulled gently on my nose until I was nearly up at his chest, he
twisted my head and put his mouth over mine and unexpectedly dropped a
mouthful of coffee into me. He did this a few more times and as I waited I
would lick his chin and lips catching the dribbles of coffee there. He
didn't complain so I grew bolder and stayed close to his face As he
chewed and drank he would lift his chin and face closer to me and tug
gently to encourage me to keep licking.

Disgusting would probably be the reaction of others but compared to my
'normal' feeding and drinking this was bliss as my master shared his
food and drink. I savoured every morsel of the chocolate biscuit he half
chewed before dropping it from his, into my mouth. He slapped me a few
times, telling me to 'calm down' when my exuberence led me to pushing
my mouth to wards his. I was lying over his leg, his boot at my crotch,
when he stretched his foot it would jiggle the plug in my butt. His
fingers were in my mouth for me to suck clean. He made no attempt to
remove them so I continued to suck and lick. My plug did a jig in my arse I
was losing control, my cock was hard inside the overalls, I was
holding onto master's leg and started to hump his boot and lower leg. He
gently pushed me away.
I returned and mumbled several, 'please masters', as i tried to
continue humping his leg. He punched me a bit harder, my chains rattled as I
shook my head. I looked for the clicking fingers, Master was over at the
back of the cage. As I crawled over he started to drop his coveralls
down to his boots.

His undershirt, which was once probably white but seemed heavily
stained with sweat and piss as his jockstrap was similar in appearance,
showed an abundance of dark fur around the neck and arms. My master was very
hairy!

He hefted his jockstrap enclosed package, I didn't move. He repeated
the hefting a few more times. He rapped me over the head with the cane
then as I put my head down it sliced across my right shoulder to my left
buttock. I whimpered and yelped as he leisurely laid new bruises on my
back and butt when he paused I reached up and licked his left hand
which still clutched his jewels. I twisted my head to the side to allow the
chain to pull my nose ring out of the way as I licked at the back of
his hand and fingers. Very soon I was licking the jockstrap then sucking
it, he patted my head urging me to keep sucking as he let go of his
piss. I sucked hard, his balls, hardening cock and swallowed down his
piss afraid to stop as pausing too long caused another welt to criss cross
the many already on my body.

Master, with his cane, straps and other 'toys', would be patient as
they trained me to please him and his friends as well as work hard on his
farm... or indeed whatever else he required of me. The cane snapped
against my back if I paused to listen so I had to listen whilst licking my
master from the neck down to his crotch, sucking and mouthing his
flesh through the vest and jock. My teeth were full of hair from his pits
and chest, I choked on a few occasions but master insisted I lick up and
swallow anything that was spat out or coughed up.
My mouth and jaws ached long before he stopped me.

His foot was under me, I couldn't stay completely still. I squirmed
enjoying the sensation of the plug gently fucking myself, my head faced
his crotch but my eyes kept shifting upwards, stealing glances at his
face.

He stood up but still I kept my paws around his leg reluctant to let
go. Part of my desperation was in pleasing this man that he might just
decide to remove the irons and allow me more freedom. Yes if I succeeded
in pleasing him I might be less tortured, beaten and restrained.

He brushed me aside and kicked off his coveralls then removed his
heavily soiled underwear.

"Right. I'll leave you to get on with it, I should be back in two or
three days."

I looked up at Master quizzically.

"No problem Boss and Master Dave will be here later I believe."

I turned to see who had spoken.

"Yea well just let it run around the cage loose for now Sam."

My understanding of 'loose' was obviously different from theirs, as
both men left.

I was still in the same place a few minutes later when Sam returned.
The damned buzzer went off and I found myself crawling to the bars.

"Well might as well tidy your cage up seeing as you've got the run of
the place," he grinned down at me as he patted my head.


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Bit of A Lad 8 xxx

I looked behind me and to the side, the place must have been all of ten
feet wide and maybe fourteen foot long.
Solid walls on the back and side, open bars over the top and along the
front. Sam was on his way to the front of my cage when I turned back,
he carried two buckets and a mop.

He threw the head of a brush inside and told me to get all the debris
brushed to the door. I started at the far corner working my way across
after a few false starts trying to work out how to use a shaftless brush
with mitts covering my hands. Sam encouraged me by tugging at the
chain from my collar or nose.

"Put them in your wee cage, and look after them seeing as your master
made a gift of them to you." he stated when I reached the corner next to
the box master Paul had been sitting on earlier and where his
discarded his undergarments now lay.

When I hesitated I was forced to scurry over to the bars when Sam
pulled me there by the nose.

"Please Sir I don't..." I didn't get to finish my sentence as Sam
hunkered down on the other side of the bars and pulled my face hard into the
bars.

"You do not speak without permission. I am not a master or sir. If you
are allowed speech you may call me Mister Sam. If you don't listen to
and follow closely what you are told you will end up like Bart. Master
Paul tried long and hard to get him to behave properly like a slave
should but he wouldn't listen. Master told him one day that if he didn't
stop complaining and start doing what he was told he would take his voice
and balls away. Stupid fucker still didn't conform, probably didn't
believe that Master was serious. Two days later the vet came and cut or
burned his vocal chords out. Since then he has been quiet and docile as
a lamb." He stopped there and laughed. "I suppose he couldn't be
anything but quiet with his vocal chords gone. Anyway he knew Master Paul was
serious and still gets a bit anxious in case he upsets Master in case
he loses his balls. I suppose therefore that you being even less than
Bart could be in the same boat."

Sam had released the grip on the nose chain but I still pressed my face
hard against the bars as I digested this information. Was it scare
tactics? Or was it for real?

"Git!"

I jumped back as he rattled the bars and snapped out the order. A loud
cough interupted me as I tried to scoop the underwear up in my paws.
Turning to the bars I saw Sam, MR Sam, pointing to his mouth. I grabbed
the soiled, smelly, sodden gear in my mouth and turned to the bars
again. Sam was pointing behind me. I turned and moved in that direction.
Closer inspection revealed that there was indeed a wee cage, not a box
under the tarpaulin.

I dropped the garments inside and backed out, I must have stank myself
but the stale overpowering mustiness inside the tarp covered cage
surpassed even my body and overalls smell. I went back to brushing the floor
trying to blot from my mind the thought that they might force me to
spend time inside that small place.

"Now when you're loose on the chain like now, all... that's ALL, your
business is done in that cage. There's a drain at the back of it," Sam
explained as he tossed the two buckets of water over the floor of what
must be a cell rather than a cage. I was tempted to roll over the floor
as the water contained some detergent and disinfectant by the smell of
it, but the buzzer went off so I wandered to the ring in the floor,
getting there before the chains had pulled me. Sam came into the cage,
well cell I think we had decided now, unbuckling the belt at his waist.

"How many times did you speak boy?"

"Just once Sir, err Mr Sam."

"That'll be the second time then!" He responded shaking his head.

Damn, they always seemed to catch me out somehow. I braced for the
punishment strokes. I had half a dozen laid on when the buzzer went off
again, the remainder rained down as I dragged myself to the bars. I
couldn't help myself, the buzzer would go off and I would find myself
automatically going between the bars and the ring. The boot in my arse nearly
shoved my head through the bars, Sam had said something and I missed
it, winging it I turned and followed him back to the ring.

Shit! Not again. Was this the second or third time. Could I have been
here for three weeks! When were they going to stop this punishment. When
my wrists were secured Sam gave me his piss and placed the gag with a
feeder tube into my mouth.

Another night passed with me shitting and pissing myself, I had rumbled
the fact that whatever they fed me contained stuff that made me shit
and piss. A piercing whistle resounded through my prison and I was
lowered to the floor.

My shackles were removed apart from the chain to the nose-ring. Mr
Bart(!?!), was that what I should call him I wondered, guiding me with the
springy cane to remove my overalls, fold them and put them in the wee
cage at the back. He poked my ribs, slashed across my arms and legs to
keep me moving around and on my knees. After several minutes of
following the commands of the cane he led me out of the cage and put me into
an old tub which had been filled with hot, well rather tepid water and
proceeded to scrub me with an old flannel and what felt like a
deckscrubber. I stepped out onto the floor and he pointed the cane at my face
then the floor. He still held my nose chain and as he moved me to the
right with it slashed my left buttock, then pointed at my feet. I looked
down and shuffled a bit earning myself a hard thwack across my shins. I
knew now that he was telling me to 'STAY'!

I stood looking down at the floor watching the chain hanging from my
nose swing slowly. It rattled as it swung between my legs and hit the
ballstretchers hanging on my nuts. Bart dropped a package at my feet,
looked like a black bag, but before I could examine it further he started
to rub my arms and upper body with a rough hessian sack which seemed to
smell of hay. When he felt I was dry enough he pulled my arms to my
back and tied my thumbs together, I grunted as he pulled them together
tightly. I was pushed to my knees and he removed the rubber mask. I sighed
inwardly in satisfaction to myself as the air hit my head and face. It
felt cold at first but I was grateful to be free of that damned mask.
Bart rubbed his hand over my head which felt somewhat damp, strangely I
was aware that there was hair growing there, I smiled in self pleasure
as I realised this. Who the hell wants to run around bald, at least I
knew now it was growing back. I gulped, Bart was slapping soap over my
head, I wanted to scream and shout at him to stop but knew I would
suffer if I uttered a word. I bit on my bottom lip as he expertly razored
the growing hair from my head, well almost, he seemed to be carefully
avoiding the strip up the middle. I knelt there relaxing as Bart massaged
my fresh shaved head with some warm oil or lotion. He rubbed gently
with his fingers all around pausing only to twist my nose ring and push
his cock into the back of my throat. So we mutually massaged each other
I massaged his cock with mouth tounge and throat while he surprisingly
for the size and roughness of his workman like hands massaged my scalp
tenderly. I was licking my lips while he washed his hands, my head felt
like it was warm and glowing, most of his cream was deposited in my
stomach by now, I turned my head as I heard him return only to be
drenched with a bucket of freezing water. I coughed and spluttered as he had
by now brought a hose and continued to hose every inch of me with cold
water.

He threw the hose aside and released my thumbs from my back and started
to rub me all over with the sacking, as I looked at my naked body I
could see it glowing reddish pink from the deckscrubbing in the bath to
the cold shower and the rubdown with the sack. He finished off by
rubbing and massaging my legs and arms with his massive hands. He then took
my right arm, bending it at the elbow and placed my hand against my
shoulder. He smoothed the tape down around my wrist and upper arm as I
knelt wondering what the fuck was happening now. I still hadn't a clue when
he started to similarly bind my legs with the tape. He then opened out
the 'black bag', lifted me and shoved my legs inside it, he stopped
and laid me on my back. Producing pads of rubbery material he packed them
around my knees and taped them in place, my elbows were given similar
treatment but those pads seemed more tailored as they extended up over
the elbow and arms and had thick cushioning bottoms. I was quite dizzy
and huffing and puffing a bit when he finally stopped manhandling me, I
was looking directly at the floor. When I looked back towards my legs
I could see my cock and weighted balls in stark contrast to the smooth
rubber that covered my body and legs. Flipped to my back I looked up
into the smiling face of the muted man. He patted me softly and stroked
my cheek. I watched as he worked a black sheath over my cock and
stretched sac. He stoked my ringed nips through the rubber, flicking with his
thumbs, my organ swelled within its black sheath. On my front I looked
between my legs again, even deflated I knew my cock would be lying
along my body encased in this strong rubber. I yelped when the object
entered my anus, and again as it seemed to grow once inside. My cock jumped
as the object moved inside me, I could feel the zipper being closed
that would help keep it in place. Bart lifted me at the front, I jumped,
so did my member as the plug jarred my hole, it seemed to be hanging out
a bit. Bart was holding something at my face, a black piggy snout, two
little eye holes stared back. The mask seemed to be halved as a split
ran across the top. As he pulled the mask over my head I realised that
it would be a tight fit. I wondered what I looked like as he pushed and
pulled to manipulate it into position. The collar fitted snugly round
my neck, high at the front to force my head up from the floor, although
I still couldn't see further up than thighs of any one standing
nearby. The bottom of my nose ring apparently reached out from the pig-snout
as Bart managed to clip the chain back onto it as well.

Well what the fuck am I supposed to do now I thought as I stared
straight ahead at the knees and rubber boots of my personal valet! I couldn't
turn to watch as he moved behind me, I was too busy wondering if I
could move anything.
I felt him at my arse, then cool air hit my butt, I grunted as he
started to push something into me. Shit just what I need the damn butt plug!
What the fuck? I felt it going in but how did it get in it felt
enormous!
No wait it was growing, all I could say was whoa... wow... argh...
please stop...
He didn't of course until he could lift my back legs off the floor with
it, as he put me down I could feel it vibrate inside me. He felt my
rubber encased cock and made the plug vibrate again.

Bart lifted my rear with the plug and I awkwardly moved forward on the
padded elbows. He did this a few times adding an occasional slap to my
ribs. I had already gathered that he wanted me to move but my
restricted limbs were too confused to co-ordinate. I screamed as he made two
cuts of the cane across my ribcage. He squatted in front of me pulling at
the nose-chain gently. I moved toward him, he shuffled slowly backwards
and stopped till I reached him again. This time he put his fist under
my chin, I cringed backwards but he held me steady, surprised when his
open palm shoved something into my open mouth. I sucked on the piece of
chocolate and wondered if he knew I was grinning in delight under the
mask. He just watched, his face expressionless. Finished, I moved the
few steps forward on my own and shoved my snout into his hands which
were resting on his knee. I bounced up on my front paws to catch sight of
his face. He smiled. I licked his hands. He gave me another piece which
I relished as he lay back flat on the ground. I watched his hand as he
placed a piece on his lips. I sat back but the plug jumped inside me
before I could get my arse close to the ground, I cocked my head
slightly to the right staring at him suspiciously and wondering how he had
moved the plug. Damn I wanted more of that chocolate! I laboriously made
my way alongside his outstretched body. Cautiously I shoved my snout
closer to his face, he lay still. I backed off as he turned to face me the
chocolate secured by his lips or teeth. He pointed to it, an
invitation I couldn't resist. I stretched forward and kissed him! Pulling back I
saw him push the choc out between his lips. I lunged forward nearly
overbalancing, but it had disappeared again. I smelt the chocolate on his
lips. I unashamedly licked the dribble from the side of his mouth then
licked at his lips like some cub or pup encouraging its' parent to
give up some food . It worked, he allowed my tongue to squeeze between his
lips, his teeth were closed so I licked around them sucking up the
chocolate juice till he relented and pushed his tongue out. I felt my cock
harden as I sucked and licked his tongue and mouth. Sucha sweet taste
after the bland diet I had been kept on. He pushed me off but I
tottered right back into him, whining in my pleas for more. My torso was lying
up his leg as he pushed his boilersuit to the sides opening his hairy
chest revealing thick fur to his crotch. I watched eagerly as he placed
a small piece of chocolate on his nipple. He rubbed it till it went
soft leaving an erect chcocolate topped nipple, he did the same with his
right nipple then allowed me to suck on his fingers whilst he
manouvered me down toward the choc-capped tits. I licked, sucked, chewed his
nips and the area around, he squirmed under me and I occasionally humped
his thigh with my rubbered cock. I followed the chocolate trail on his
body under his coveralls to his pits and sucked and licked them with my
tongue and lips, hoovering up the chocolate and his sweat which I
hardly noticed in my frenzy for the sweet chocolate.

Bart lay back with me astride his leg sucking his cock and balls
occasionally pausing and looking at him with his boner still in my mouth,
checking if there were any more rewards. He tugged the chain to my nose,
shifting his leg till I was between them and across his crotch lying on
his cock with my rubbered organ touching his balls. I humped his organ
and mine, his back arched lifting me from the floor. I could feel or
sense he was playing with his own arse as I still tried humping and
rubbing our cocks together. He stopped abruptly, pulling himself out from
under me and was on his knees, his arse at my face, I couldn't back off
as he held my chain over his shoulder. He pulled his coveralls at his
butt and they split open. His hands reached back and spread his cheeks. I
pulled back at the shit stained crack but he still held me with the
chain. His hand pulled the chain forcing me toward his dirty arse. I
moved forward quickly, surprising him and managed to get my front paws on
his back. Not for long though, as he quickly recovered and tipped me on
to my back. Helplessly flailing my restricted limbs I watched as his
arse descended on my face.

A sharp twist on my balls opened my mouth and his arse was pressed
firmly down, pushing both my rubber snout and ring away.
'Chocolate? His shit smelles and tastes like chocolate!'.
He lifted his arse and I gulped some air and licked at my lips, before
his crack descended on me again.
It was chocolate he had smeared chocolate along his crack, another
sharp twist on my balls and I started licking up and down the crack, the
choco-crack. I licked at the puckered centre of his crack and found it
was chocolate too. I felt him press down, his hole expanded. I panicked.
Blowing and pushing up with my tongue but still I felt it coming. He
pressed down harder, I was pinioned under his arse - a soft squidgy log
pushed into my mouth. Surprise, relief washed over me as the soft outer
shell disappeared and I could feel the square blocks of chocolate. Not
that there was much I could have done if it hadn't been chocolate. He
raised his arse and I took a breath then my tongue flicked back to his
hole. My shortened forelegs erm, arms flailed as he knelt up out of
reach his hand shoved another row of chocolate squares into his arse.

This time was different, he offered me his fingers which smelled of and
were covered in chocolate. I sucked and licked his fingers clean. He
didn't let me stop when I was sure the chocolate was all gone.
He continued jabbing the back of my throat with his fingers if I
stopped sucking.
"It's open...ready for you boss...Mr.. please." I grunted and squirmed
as he squatted over my mouth squeezing and pulling hard on my balls.
His arse opened and he squirted the melted chocolate right to the back of
my mouth causing me to splutter some back. He just pressed harder
forcing me to swallow as quickly as I could. The last segment seemed a bit
more solid. That was definitely not chocolate but suffocating under his
arse I had no other option but to swallow. My stomach churned as I
fought for breath, when he did raise his arse I was gulping air and too
busy to think about the turd he had deposited in me.

I saw the rough piece of rope as he doubled it over before inserting it
through my snout ring and felt more than saw him thread the other end
through the loop securing it to my snout. What the fuck do they need
rope for, there's already a bloody chain attached to the ring.
However when I was righted it was the rope he used as a leash, the
chain dangled and was left to trail on the floor. I was already shattered
by the time we got to the top of the stair so I appreciated the rest as
he dropped the rope and left for a few minutes. I didn't even have the
energy to look around me, I just watched the crack of light from the
doors to the barn that was my prison. I didn't even flinch as he wrapped
the black rubber strip or bandage round my head cutting off my vision.