Living for Master

I was a green cocky kid, 18 and legal. I had no idea what I was doing really but knew i liked cock in my ass and via someone I had met in a cottage was invited to my first…and last sex party.  I was so out of my depth but was having a great time.  There were all manner of fetishist there. My eyes were opened and I liked what I saw. The leather men, all in tight shiny leather, shades and usually with a leatherboy at their boots; mistresses with slaves, male and female, often in the shiniest of rubber of all colours and designs. Some were goths, some were naked and many were in various outfits of a bizarre nature that seemed only suitable for one thing, sexual gratification! All the details are somewhat vague now, but I still get flashbacks to that night when I ceased to exist as the recently out of school teen and became a man and then a slave all in the space of a few days.

I was getting my fill of servicing cocks and was getting fucked too.  It was an orgy of the highest class.  There seemed to be some decorum and class to the proceedings and I just sort of tagged along and got what I could.  The guy I went with disappeared into a rubber lined room soon after we arrived.  I never did see him again.

I was flying on the energy in the place, sex was happening all around me and I was getting my fair share of some vanilla action.

I remember I was sat in a corner having a drink.  Crouched down with my eyes closed taking in all the sounds, the breathing, the chatter, the muffled heavy beat of music somewhere, screams of pleasure, screams of pain…screams of fear.  I stood up and opened my eyes and was face to face with a guy in total leather.  From his cap to his shades he screamed Leather Master.  I couldn't see his eyes, but knew he was starring me out; and he did.  I looked down at his chest to avoid the shaded glare of his eyes.  He, perfectly leather clad, me so inadequate in my wranglers, cowboy boots, t-shirt and baseball cap. He grabbed my neck with his gloved hand and firmly pushed it into his jacket making me breath the leather he wore as a second skin. Intoxicated I submitted to his grasp.  I had no idea who or what this person was, but I knew that I had no power to resist his wishes.

He lifted my head and again I could feel his eyes behind his shades boring into me like a laser. He kissed me full on the lips and buried his tongue deep into my young mouth, exploring every crevice. 

Forcing me to my knees he pushed my head to his leather-clad crotch and I began to devour that shiny bulge. No part of it was left un-worshipped by my hungry mouth. My attempt to release his cock resulted in a slap on the back of my head. I so wanted to feel his meat in my throat and when it was denied I became aware of my own cock straining against my jockstrap and jeans. 

His first and only word came, 'Boots'.  I moved my attention immediately to the top of the shafts which were mid thigh height Left, right, right, left, I worked those boots, working my way down, caressing every delicious centimetre with my lust and tongue.  His power made me want him to want me.  He did nothing, but I knew I needed him to have me that night.

I dropped down to his feet and stopped.  In the gloom of the corner I couldn't see well, but these were not the boots I had expected, these were serious fetish boots.  Thin pencil heels which I guessed were at least 7 inches high, the toe of the boots were short and only an inch or two was in actual contact with the ground.  I was stunned for a second until I felt a leathered strap hit the back of my head indicating i was to continue my worship of this bizarre contradiction of a man...or was it a man?  I was sure it was a man, until the boots.  I began my worshipping with extra fervour.  I was confused and excited, curious and horny as hell to get to know who…or what this leathered god or goddess was.

I remember still my ejaculation, the most intense of my life ever.  I was on my back worshipping those heels first left, then right, and as my tongue was caressing the cool steel the other boot came on rest on my crotch.  Within a second I was spasming and screaming in ecstasy. I shot my load inside my jeans with just the stimulation of the boot gently resting on my denim-clad bulge.

Panting I laid there thinking now that I’d cum he would move on and seek out more prey.  How wrong I was!

He beckoned me to stand which I did, a little wobbly as I’d been on my knees for well over an hour by now. 

Before I knew it my arms were being strapped together in front of me in a wide leather belt with some sort of quick snap clasp.

My t-shit was ripped off my and from somewhere he produced a knife that was swiftly releasing me from my jeans.  I wanted to protest but as I opened my mouth his gloved hand filled my mouth preventing any form of objection.  My cock in its wet jock began to rise again, the mesh hiding none of my lust and excitement. It was swiftly dealt a with as he slapped it hard.  Once, twice, three times, until the erection was subsiding.

I felt so small, so inadequate, so pathetic.  I was horny as hell and my cock had just been prevented in that most normal of things, getting hard. Hid leathered hand firmly grabbed my neck and he whispered in my ear,

“That's something I need to attend to.  I never gave permission for an erection.”

Grabbing the belt securing my arms I was lead through the party until he found an empty bench.  With no effort he lifted me up and laid me on it.  He was immediately being assisted by several others similarly attired persons securing me to this bench.  Straps had soon been tightened around my legs and hips.  My torso was still free and I thought about fighting, but I was in too much of an aroused state to do anything.  It was overwhelming, frightening and yet I wanted what ever this was, more than id ever wanted anything.

My arms were released from the strap and my hands were soon encased in a sort of plastic wrapping. I was watching in awe of the power these people had over me as my hands disappeared and became shiny plastic tubes on the ends of my arms.  A mask was slipped over my face, which I naturally tried to fight but the hands came from everywhere and I was unable to resist the gas I was being forced to breathe. Someone said, ‘That’s it, deeply, this is going to hurt, you need the gas slaveboy.’

My mind began to fog, I never blacked out but everything became warm and numb.  I floated on a cloud of erotic experiences and gas.  I was aware that my cowboy boots were being removed and something was happening to my feet.  I had no perception as to what but in my semi coma it felt good.  People were counting, numbers were being spoken, and all I could do was breathe the gas and accept what ever my fate was going to be.

The gas stopped and was replaced by fresh air, its effects became a little less and I was soon more aware of my torso now also being tightly bound to the bench, only my arms were free and they too already had shackles on them but were not yet attached to anything, but were being held firmly by some of the leather assistants.  As the facemask was adjusted for a tighter fit, my arms were raised up high above my body and fastened at several points to what I could see was a bar suspended over the bench.  The mask for some reason was open to the eyes, but the mouth and nose were well sealed with tubes leading to I knew not where; I was forced to breathe whatever came though those invading tubes.  I soon tasted the gas again and began to float on a cloud of ecstasy.

Again came the voice in my ears, ‘Breathe deeply, you’re going to need all the gas you can inhale.’

Blindly I obeyed and I felt a rubbered hand starting to explore my hole: probing and prodding, stretching and expanding my 18-year-old boy ass.  As the intensity increased I felt my cock get hard again, and began to tense up in case again it was slapped for getting hard.  That didn’t happen but my ass was being stretched ever bigger.  It felt like the biggest cock in the world was invading me…raping me. It was now hurting and remembering the mask I inhaled as deep as my bondage would allow my chest to expand.

I felt my whole body relax and tense up at the same time. The gas changed and became more acrid and then the smell and taste of it changed completely and I felt my whole body become numb yet with enhanced awareness of what was happening to it.

I yelped through the mask as whatever was in my ass plunged deeper and seemed to me now half way inside my guts. In my numb haze I realised I was being fisted for the first time.  I was on a high of lust, sex and gas as the intense feeling of fullness and invasion kept growing inside me.  I could feel my hole being forced wider and wider.  I knew it should have been painful but it was pure numb pleasure.  I was hornier than I had ever imagined possible.  Even the smell of my own shit only served to increase my desire for more of what ever was happening to me. Time stood still as my hole was worked tirelessly and relentlessly, I cold feel it being widened and deepened. ‘Open your eyes slutboy’ came the order.  I did as I was commanded and as I began to focus I would see a tv monitor.  My ass wasn’t being fisted, but being worked by a machine; slow rhythmic strokes were being administered. Watching intently as if it was happening to someone else I noticed the machine and my bench were slowly being pulled closer. With almost every stroke my ass was being invaded deeper and wider. The thing inside me was getting ever thicker the more of it entered my hole.  I could see my cock standing upright and shiny with precum dripping down it.  The gas began to get the better of me again and I slid back into my own world.  I wasn’t knocked out, but I certainly wasn’t alert or fully conscious.

The raping of my hole eventually stopped and I was aware of things being done.  The intense fullness I felt didn’t subside but remained static and of intense pleasure. 

Something then changed, I could feel deep inside me the thing was being manipulated and I was experiencing deep intense stimulation. Deeply I inhaled gas and opened my eyes again.  Straining to see I could see my cock oozing.  A steady flow of juice was being milked from inside and forming a pool on my belly as its steady flow seemed endless. I then felt a change to my ass lips, it was being pulled and pushed and then finally only pulled around the thing deep inside my ass.  On the monitor I could just make out the invading implement sticking out and around it was some kind of glass dome. I began to get dizzy from the milking as its intensity began to increase.  I must have been milked dry but the milking only increased, the gas wasn’t having much effect and I began to moan and gurgle that it had to stop I couldn’t take anymore, they were trying to bring me to climax but I knew that my balls were running on less than empty.

In my anxiety I became more aware of what was happening around me.  People were talking, about me, not in a commenting way, but in a serious and matter-of-fact way.  Things were about to happen.

My ass was now on fire and I heard someone say, “Initial prolapse had been achieved, intensity can be increased”.  With that my whole gut began to move.  I screamed as the thing inside me was not only still relentlessly milking my prostate but was now rhythmically manipulating my bowels.  I could feel the movement so clearly through my numb gas haze.  I hated everyone there and yet I loved them all, I had no conception of what was really happening but I wanted it to stop and yet if it had I would have screamed at them to continue and do more.

Numbers were again being spoken of, my ass was at stage 3 I heard and black 37 was also mentioned. I was dreaming, I was having an out-of-body experience, and yet I was there, it was happening to me, I was that out-of-body body. 

“Eyes open slutboy”.  I blearily opened my eyes to see my Leatherman towering over me. 

“slutboy is doing pretty good. I’m impressed so far, not happy, but impressed with the possibilities.  I am now your Master, your Owner, and your world.  You are mine.  You will be forever mine.’

I grunted and smiled with my eyes.  It was my first proper contact with Master.  That’s something that no slave ever forgets.

“Now slutboy, this is going to be a testing time, but you will get through it and you will be forever grateful.  Now breathe that gas and enjoy the ride”

Powerless to do anything else I obeyed and felt the gas work its magic on my entire body. 

Suddenly my cock and balls stung and I screamed, more from surprise that pain I think.  A thousand needles were being inserted into my cock and scrotum.  I fearfully opened my eyes to look and could see that indeed several assistants were injecting my cock and balls with huge silver syringes.  I could see there was already a catheter in my cock as it swelled with what ever was being injected.  Bigger and bigger they became, the pain was now increasing and I began to scream and struggle against my bondage. There was a slight respite and I calmed as the bench I was secured to began to bend in the middle. My upper body was now in a better position to see what was happening.  I was panting and inhaling vast quantities of gas but the pain was still intense.

“Gas 7 and eye clamps someone shouted, he needs to witness this crucial part of the treatment”.

With that rubber fingers put some drops in my eyes a tingling ran over my whole face.  I couldn’t blink my eyes were frozen.  A rubber finger flicked my eyelashes and when there was no reaction tiny clamps were attached to my eyelids and I was forced to see everything in front of me.

“Genital conclusion” someone said and the intense pain in my cock and balls began again. The four syringes had been refilled and the liquid was again being forced into my deformed and almost bursting genitals. 

“Cock syringes hold”.  The syringes were left dangling in my almost ruined member as the next order was given.

“Testicle syringes hold, scrotum syringes go”.

I could feel the intense pleasure and pain in my scotum as it grew and grew; it was the size of a melon and still growing.

“Testicle syringes stand by for final push on my word”

The orders kept on coming as I laid here helpless, drugged, and forced to watch my genitals being destroyed. I tried to yell, to scream, but no sound came out, movement was impossible, these evil bastards had me.  They were going to kill me.  I knew I was done for.

Then more numbers came…a countdown.

“10, 9, 8, 7, prepare for imminent rupture, 6…”

My sack now watermelon size was at bursting point.  Helpless all I could do was breathe the gas and pray.

“5, 4, 3, Testicular syringes, on 10 start pumping, 2, 1, 0.”

I couldn’t scream I couldn’t cry I couldn’t react in any way.  All I could do was witness my scrotum explode and shower the ensemble with its contents.

“10”, came the order and with such speed I witnessed first one and then the second of my now exposed testicles explode, flesh and fluid spraying all around.  There wasn’t even any pain; I was beyond pain. Rubber and leather murderers were destroying me; I was convinced I was going to die.

“Cock syringes, your final push please”.

Seconds later my cock exploded.  This was even more dramatic as it had been covered with a glass cover, and on explosion my cock hit the glass and splattered.  I was spent I wanted to die, but it was all too obvious that that was not going to be allowed to happen as my wounds were now being treated and sutured.  Ragged flesh was tidied and trimmed and within an hour my crotch was bandaged with the catheter hanging through the dressings.

The clamps were now removed from my eyes and the mask from my face.  I was still unable to blink or to speak but the cool room air felt wonderful on my sweaty head.  Still in a semi prone position I was given a drink from a feeding cup. I began to wretch and it was removed, it was foul bloody liquid.  I saw it was my Leatherman. He slapped my face and was instantly forcing a throat gag into my mouth and down into my throat.

‘Breath fucker’ he commanded.

I helplessly complied as the gag and tube entered me.  Tightly strapped I now had no option but to ingest what ever was poured into my open mouth.

The foul liquid was now poured into me. I was happy I couldn’t taste it.

“You like eating cock don’t you, you little piece of cockshit?  Well this is the ultimate ‘COCKtail’; it’s the remains of yours you piece of nullo worthless trash.  NOW FUCKING ENJOY THE DRINK!”

My eyes were pleading with him but I could see no reaction, his glasses still in situ and he emptied my cock into my guts. I was spent, I was helpless, I was at the end.  I could tolerate no more.

Then his gloved hand stroked my head and comfortingly told be that I was almost through stage 1.  Just 4 more adjustment had to be made.

The gag was removed and I found I was able to gurgle some sounds as the effects of the gas began to diminish. Before any intelligible words came out of my mouth another gag was inserted into my mouth and nose.  Tubes invaded me and with dexterity rubbered hands manipulated the tubes deep into my windpipe and for all I know my lungs.  “Go with the flow fuck bitch’ was shouted at me, “you’re going to get all you need to cope with this through the tubes.  Let them help you”

With that I felt the familiar sensations of the gas affecting my body again.  A numb calm acceptance overwhelmed me; I began to feel euphoric.

“Lower the arms”, someone said and my arms were lowered in line with my eyes.  They had been strapped up and raised well above my head since this had started.  I felt the tingle as the blood began to circulate again, I knew I was grateful for the gas at that point, my Leatherman did at least care a little for me.  I knew the pain would have been excruciating with out it.

I noticed my bound hands shining in the light, the tight black shiny bindings forming my hands into smooth extensions of my arms.

From the ceiling two covers were lowered and my hands were inserted into them.  I noticed the gas had intensified and that the covers were now starting to glow.  I maybe couldn’t feel much pain, but I could feel heat.  My hands were getting warm and the covers around them glowed ever brighter, ever hotter.

The gas stopped and seemed to be replaced with air as the heat began to become intolerable. There was then a strange sensation, my hands began to feel tight; the shiny plastic gripping them ever tighter.  Fuck, my hands were being shrink-wrapped. I let out muffled screams as I tried to thrash about, of course to no avail.  I was weak and my bondage was never going to be broken my feeble efforts.

I began to cry. I could blink again and I was crying.  The heating covers were removed and my hands had become shrunk wrapped lumps of plastic.  “Don’t worry shitfuck, you’ll be having the most wonderful prosthetics on those stumps in due course.”

I was mind fucked.  I had no longer any idea what was happening or who I was.  I was just a lump of flesh being abused and tormented for these black rubber and leather beings.  I laid there, tears running down my face.  I was done. ‘I’ was no longer.  How could I ever get out of here?

“..yes 43, well 38 if we can but nothing  bigger than 39.  He will be made to fit”.  I was taking little in.  I wasn’t interested.  I was broken.

My Leatherman, appeared again, and with unusual kindness wiped my brow and kissed me. “You’re going to be perfect slutboy, just perfect.  Almost done for today; we’re all happy so far and so will you be in time. He dabbed my dry lips with a moist cloth and the cool water felt like nectar as it trickled around my gas gag.

For this tiniest of kindnesses I loved my Master, one tiny act of compassion, and I was His. I was broken, I needed something, anything to grab on to.  He slowly uncoupled the gags and removed the throat gag leaving the nasal tubes in place.

Again he ran the damp cloth over my parched lips as he whispered in my ear:  “now the best part, you arrived a 43 cowboy, but you’re leaving a 38 slut”. 

I had no idea what he was talking about.  My brain couldn’t function clearly.  The bench was moved again and my head was now at his crotch height.  Firmly he inserted a big rubber ring over my teeth that also forced my mouth wide open. His gloved hands unzipped his leathers and a huge mountain of semi erect meat went straight into my open mouth.  His prince Albert piercing stimulating my gag reflex was enough to get a gloved slap across my face.  Being unable to move, Master was sliding his manhood in and out of my mouth, feeding me His meat, letting me taste Him for the very first time.  Even a slow face fucking didn’t prevent him releasing his piss directly down my gullet into my guts, the probe still in there working my guts to His desires.

The pissing stopped and the momentum picked up.  I was desperate to please this man, he had shown me kindness, which I must repay, but with the gag I could only use my tongue to pleasure Him.  His pace picked up and the fucking became more rapid, more intense, more violent.

Again the gas began to flow into my nasal tubes and I started to drift on its pleasures as this hunk of a Master fucked my face.  I suddenly felt pain in my feet. I couldn’t see because of Master fucking me but I knew.  They were doing the same to my feet as had just been done to my hands.  I was being shrink-wrapped again.

He pulled out and removed the gag.  I screamed as loud as possible as saw what was happening.  The pain was intense, not only were my feet being shrunk wrapped, they were in some sort of clamping device, one on each foot.  I inhaled as deeply as I could from the gas tubes, but the pain just increased as the 2 halves of each clamp were gradually brought together to form one unit on both feet.

I screamed again, as Master rammed his rock hard cock down my throat, relentlessly he pounded me until I was choking on his vast eruption of cum.  I choked and gagged as he continued pounding his seed down my throat like a ramrod.

He pulled out, kissed my forehead as I screamed again from the brutal pain in both my feet increased yet again.

His gloved hand entered my cum-tainted mouth and muffled my protests.

“Quiet slutboy!” he commanded.

I tempered my protesting to hear the bones in my feet cracking and breaking as the moulds finally came together and formed one unit on each foot.  The gas flowed again and I calmed a little more.  I could feel everything; although the moulds were now clamped together the pressure inside just kept increasing.  I could feel the bones moving and breaking as my feet were crushed ever tighter ever smaller. Once the crushing ceased the heating intensified and a new different wave of pain enveloped my entire being. As the heat increased the crushing began again, as the plastic wrap shrank around what once was my feet.

I passed out and was woken a moment later by Master.  I saw the clamp moulds were being removed.  Carefully the clamps were separated and revealed two tiny black shiny pointed stumps.

“Boot her up as soon as you can, don’t let them cool and set”

A pair shiny black boots were soon being forced onto my plastic stumps.  They were sleek and oh so sexy.  The heel must have been at least 6 inches, and shiny chrome.  Forcibly my stumps were made to fit into these stiletto prisons. They hurt, but the pain was nothing like I had experienced earlier.  Once I was fitted to the boots they were laced up as tight as possible and left suspended slightly higher than my body. I could not take my eyes off them.  Through all my distorted thoughts I knew these were special boots, they looked so sexy, so tiny, so….so me.

I noticed Master watching my reactions.  He slapped across my face several times and chastised me for not thanking him.

I began to blubber my thanks.  It all seemed to be over and the relief was too much.  I thanked him time after time.

I was broken, I was his.  My only focus was Him and my boots.

“Six inch heels Master?” I enquired.

Proudly and with an evil glint in his eye he replied, ”Size 38 with 7inch heels slutboy, you’ve already gone down several sizes  and I haven’t even started yet!”