This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Life
By Rob
Chapter 17
The dungeon was a huge room located in the basement, not too far from rooms
where I was first kept upon arrival here at the Mansion. Memories of the
dreaded cage came flooding back as we walked down the hallway.
We all filed into the dungeon exactly on time. As we entered I noted a long
row of cells on the right side of the room. They didn't look very big, large
enough for a man to stand upright, but that was about all.
On the left were all different kinds of contraptions, the uses for which I did
not have a clue at this time.
In the centre of the room was a large wooden table. It had rings attached all
around the sides, so I assumed that they were used for securing a victim to the
table.
From the ceiling hung all manner of chains and rings, which again I assumed were
primarily for securing a victim. The question kept running through my mind,
securing the victim for what, punishment or pleasure?
Once we were all in the room Willie had Ed and I stand shoulder to shoulder on
the right side with the cells to our backs. John and Erin stood directly across
from us. The first thing I noticed was that John and Erin both had raging
hardons. mmmmm I thought to myself, this may not be as bad as I am fearing.
"When the Master enters, you will all go to your knees and stay there until
given further instructions." William stated this as an instruction in a flat
tone.
I could feel tension in the air. Something was going to happen I just hoped it
would be something pleasant and not one of those terrible, embarrassing
situations the Master seemed so fond of.
The door opened and Henry entered. He was dressed identical to William. He
stood to the side and held the door. The Master appeared in the door way and a
shiver of fear rippled through my body.
The Master was a terrifying icon of pure authority. He wore a black leather
hood with only his eyes and mouth showing. The hood came down and draped
partially over his shoulders.
He wore a black sleeveless leather vest that was open in the front, revealing
his very hairy, magnificently proportioned chest. Black leather straps similar
to William's could be seen beneath the vest.
The Master's black shorts however were much longer than Williams, but the crotch
was missing and replaced by a black leather pouch.
The Master's outfit was finished off with a pair of knee high, highly polished
boots, which were laced up on the inside rather than the front like the rest of
us.
From his waist belt hung all manner of things, handcuffs, a Billie Club,
cat'o-nine-tails, and a number of items that I was not able to recognize.
He walked into the room like a King entering the thrown room. He was very
regal and very incharge. Henry remained a respectful distance behind and on
his right.
He walked forward until he was opposite Ed and I. He stopped and turned to
face us.
"Pussyboy, you are a piece of shit and it is time that you were treated like the
slave you are. Henry put this piece of shit in number 1."
"Yes Sir", he said as he grabbed me with one hand around my neck and the other
around my wrist, which he twisted up behind my back.
I was taken completely by surprise. Henry squeezed tightly on my neck and
forced my arm painfully up behind my back as far as it would go. I let out a
moan of pain, but that didn't stop Henry.
I was waltzed smartly over to one of the cells. Henry pushed me up against the
wall and held me there. He removed his hand from my neck and unlocked the cell
door and pulled it open.
He ordered me to lift my arms over my head and grasp the opposite elbow. He then
pushed me roughly inside, told me to turn around, then shut and padlocked the
door. The cell had been designed to restrict movement and it sure was meeting
it's goal. The bars pressed hard against my chest and back. My arms over my
head grasping my elbows made it impossible for me to lower my arms.
As with the little dog cage that I had been held in on my first night, movement
in the cage was next to impossible. I was very much like the, "filling", in a,
"bar sandwich". I looked out through the bars with tears running down my
cheeks.
Henry gave me a smile and then headed back to the group. No one from the group
was looking our way at all.
"Ah, and now Fuckface", he sneered. "You messed up royally boy. You have
brought great shame and embarrassment to one of the most senior Master's in the
club."
"On top of that your Master has been obliged to pay me a great deal of money
plus the forfeit your services for a period of six months." His dark eyes bore
into poor Ed.
"You may have thought I would be much easier on you than Master Jackson, but you
are in for a big surprise Fuckface. I am going to eat you up and spit you out
like so much garbage."
I could see that Ed was now beginning to tremble. The Master was really laying
it on. Perhaps he was angry because of the way William had been treating us
and was now going to make us sorry.
"I don't think you deserve a nice name like Fuckface. So until you earn and
deserve something better you will be known as Garbageboy. That suits you
better."
"Henry, put Garbageboy in cell two."
"Yes Sir", Henry said. "Come on Garbageboy follow me."
What! He manhandled me over to the cell but is almost being polite to Ed.
Shit I guess I am in real serious shit here. If what William said is true I
guess they have to be careful how they handle Ed, he has a contract. I don't
have that protection so they can do whatever the hell they want with me.
Henry brought Ed over, opened the cell door, had him grab his elbows over his
head and told him to back in. Ed complied without complaint and the door was
shut and locked.
The Master then turned to William.
"Those two slaves look awfully lonely locked in their cages, don't you think
William.", the Master asked his son.
"Yes they do dad," he answered, "Is there anything we can do to make them feel
less lonely, Sir."
"Well now I think maybe we should send John and Erin over there to keep them
company."
This dialogue had my full attention. These two were up to something and I had a
very bad feeling that Ed and I were going to take the brunt of what ever it is.
"Sounds like a great idea to me dad."
"John, Erin why not go over and keep Pussyboy and Garbageboy company. A little
cocksucking should make them feel wanted.", the Master made sure we heard that.
Well I thought that would be worth being locked in this stupid cage. Both John
and Erin were great cocksuckers.
As the boys started over the Master stopped them and said something that Ed and
I could not hear. Oh, oh I thought here it comes. There is going to be a
catch to this. When the Master had finished with whatever it was he was
saying, both the boys mouthed a, "yes Sir.", and headed over to us.
Erin knelt down in front of my door, put his hand through the bars and lifted my
dick. It was still flaccid, but Erin soon had it rising up. As it became
erect it pushed through the bars and Erin placed his warm lips around it,
sending a great sensation from my dick to the top of my hair roots. I gave a
little moan and just relaxed and enjoyed.
John had knelt in front of Ed and was busy sucking away on Ed's root. I had a
full and almost totally unobstructed view of John and Ed. This added to the
erotic pleasure I was receiving from Erin's expert mouth.
Erin had also increased my pleasure by playing with my balls. His other had
was rubbing up and down my asscheeks. All and all it was wonderful.
All of these ministrations eventually had their effect and I could feel my balls
begin to rise. Erin pulled his head off my throbbing cock and gave my balls a
sharp squeeze. A sharp, painful shock shot from my nuts up through my groin.
I gave a short scream of pain and my dick dropped.
Erin got up and went over to a sink on the wall and got himself a drink of water
while the pain in my balls settled down.
He was soon back and started fingering my dick again getting it to rise. It
was then that I realized the diabolically evil little plan the Master had for Ed
and I.
John and Erin's orders were obviously to not let us cum. Well that didn't
bother me too much, hell it meant that I was going to be in for a couple of
hours of great cocksucking. All I had to do was relax and enjoy. So I just
looked down at Erin, who just happened to be looking up at me. I gave him a
big stupid grin and then put my head back against the bars, closed my eyes and
enjoyed.
An hour or so later I was not quite so smug. In fact I was not smug at all, I
was desperate.
"Please Erin," I begged. "Let me cum, please."
Erin had brought me up 10 or 12 times then taken me down with a quick squeeze on
my nuts. My balls felt like they were full to bursting and had started to
ache.
I was ready again and my balls were quivering ready to shoot. Erin pulled his
mouth away from my dick and gave my balls a quick tight squeeze. The resultant
pain caused my dick to deflate. Erin was an expert at knowing just exactly
how much pressure to apply to make my dick go down. The pain never lasted more
than a couple of seconds.
He stood up, that smile still creasing his handsome face. Not once since this
began had he said a single word to me. I didn't think he would either. If
the Master had not given him specific instructions to speak he would remain
silent.
Just as he stood up to stretch, the door to the dungeon opened. I hadn't
noticed before but the Master, William and Henry had left the room. Henry and
William came in. Just as they approached I heard Ed give a little groan of
pain and knew that John had just made him deflate.
John stood up and turned towards William and Henry.
"We have come to give you a break", William said to the boys.
"Henry has coffee and snacks ready for you out in the lounge.", he said.
"Thank you Sir," they both said at the same time and left the room.
William kneeled down in front of me and Henry took on Ed. In no time at all
William had me hard again and I felt his wonderful mouth wrap around my
throbbing dick.
It didn't take William very long to have my balls ready to blow.
"Please William," I begged, let me cum. "My nuts are so sore, just once William
please, let me empty them just once."
Of course my begging landed on deaf ears. William paid no attention, he just
kept on working my dick. Waiting for just the right moment.
William suddenly stopped, stood up and stepped back. My cock was throbbing
like mad, my balls felt so tight. I wanted release and so tried once more.
"Please William, don't leave it like this. Make me cum, please."
"Sorry Pussyboy. Until dad gives the ok we must keep you on edge. But look
on the bright side, you are getting all this attention and don't even have to do
anything." He gave me a big smile and went over and jumped up on the table.
A few moments later Henry joined him. My cock was still throbbing. Why hadn't
he squeezed my nuts to make it go down? Was this a new form of torture. My
cock was throbbing, my nuts wanted release. I was starting to get a pain that
seemed to emanate from the centre of each nut. I was kind of like a dull
headache.
I don't know how long it was, but eventually my dick started to deflate. As
soon as William observed it dropping he came back. It rose right up at his
first touch and soon he had it deep in his warm, beautiful mouth again.
This just went on and on and on. Eventually John and Erin came back and
relieved William and Henry. John did me this time while Erin did Ed. Then
they were relieved again by William and Henry.
It had to have been four or five hours since this thing started. My nuts were
aching worse than the worst headache I had ever experienced. It was a
throbbing pain that seemed to radiate from the centre of each nut outward. It
traveled up the scrotal sac and into my lower groin.
I was extremely tired and wanted it all to end. On the last change over it was
Henry's turn to wrap his lips around my dick. After what seemed an eternity
the door opened and I thought it was John and Erin coming to relieve William and
Henry again. But I did a double take when I saw it was the Master.
"That will be all, Henry, William.", he said.
"How do your nuts feel Pussyboy," he asked with that damned gleam in his eye.
"They are sore Sir," I answered as respectfully as I could manage under the
circumstances.
"Full of juice huh?" he stated giving a little laugh.
"Would you like me to have John and Erin come back in and continue on?", he
asked in that fatherly voice that I had learned to mistrust.
"No Sir please," I answered carefully. "My balls are so sore Sir, please no
more Sir."
"How about you Garbageboy," he said turning and looking Ed in the eye.
"Have you had enough as well?"
"Whatever your wish Sir is my duty to obey.", Ed answered in a very hushed
voice.
"Ah, now that is the kind of answer I like to hear. Did you hear that
Pussyboy?", he said turning to me.
"Yes Sir I did.", I answered.
"Remember it," he said sternly. "That was how you should have answered."
"Henry, finish Garbageboy. Let him cum."
"Yes Sir," Henry said getting down on his knees and taking Ed's still throbbing
dick in his mouth.
"Afraid I cannot give you the same reward Pussyboy.", the Master said looking at
me.
"Remember this lesson, it will make life easier for you in future."
"William put Pussyboy in a number 4 belt.", he ordered.
William went over to a cupboard pulled something out and came back over. It
looked like a mass of straps with a metal cup.
The Master opened the door of my cage and told me to step out. It felt so good
to be able to move again after being held immobilized for so long. He then
told me to drop my arms. They were stiff as I tried to lift them. The I just
let them drop to my sides.
I was immediately sorry. All of the muscles in both arms seemed to cramp up at
the same time. I let out a terrible scream of pain.
William dropped the straps he was carrying and rushed over and grabbed an arm
and lifted it up. The Master grabbed the other. They both began rubbing up
and down my arms like mad working the cramps out. I had broken out in a cold
sweat and was biting my lower lip trying to ease the pain.
When the cramps finally released, William had me move my arms around, bending at
the elbows, lifting and lowering.
"I didn't realize you would cramp up so badly Pussyboy, my apologies," the
Master apologized.
"How is it now, the pain gone?"
"Yes, Sir they both feel fine now.", I replied.
"Good."
"Ok William lets get the belt on him and then we can put him to bed for the
night."
William bent over and picked up the straps and whatever else it was that he had
dropped, in his hurry to help me.
"Spread your legs wide, Pussyboy and keep real still," he ordered.
I spread my legs and wondered what they were going to do to me now. My cock
had finally dropped. The pain in my arms had quickly taken away all desire for
sex.
William worked quickly. He fastened a belt around my waist. Another strap
that held that metallic cup or whatever was attached to the belt at the back by
another strap that hung down. William reached between my legs and brought it
up. The cup looked a little like a jock cup, however on the inside there was a
strange looking, bent piece of pipe.
William brought this up to my crotch, took hold of my flaccid dick and inserted
it into the pipe. As he worked my dick in he brought the jock cup closer and
closer until it completely covered my now encased cock and my balls.
There was a thick solid strap attached to the top of the cup in the middle and
two thinner straps attached at each side.
William brought the thick strap up and pushed it against a buckle in the centre
of the waist belt. He then took each of the little straps and attached one on
each of the waist belt about 8 or so inches from the centre. He then took
hold of the jock cup and tried to move it. But it was solidly in place. It
would move only enough to permit me to walk, bend and perform other normal
activities.
Once it was all in place the Master decided to let me in on what it was they had
just done to me.
"Have you ever heard of chastity belts Pussyboy?", he asked inquisitively.
"Ah, yes Sir. I think they used them in medieval times to protect their women
from the conquering hoards."
"Mmm yes I guess they did," he said with a giggle.
"Well Pussyboy you are now the proud owner of a genuine male chastity belt."
He said that with a wicked smile and paused to let the implications sink in.
Oh shit I thought he had had me worked up for four or five hours to get my nuts
full with the intention of locking me in this damned thing. How the fuck was
I going to empty my nuts?
"Ah, I see by the look on your face that you have realized that you may have a
wee bit of a problem.", he had more than a smile on his face while rendering
that little bit of good news.
"You will be able to piss and shit, but you will not be able to cum until you
earn the right. The reason you will not be able to cum is because you will not
be able to get or sustain an erection. William, demonstrate."
William came over, put his arms around me and started to give me a deep erotic
kiss. His hands moved up and down my back and one moved down and rubbed up and
down the jock cup. The sensations were enough to start my cock arising.
However that was all it did. The little pipe that encased my cock, restricted
the growth and at a certain point began to cause pain. The pain was enough to
cause my dick to go flaccid again.
"Now how long you remain in that chastity belt is entirely up to you. It could
be a day, two days, a week, two weeks, a month or even longer. As you can
guess the longer you are in that belt the more desperate you will become for
release. So the incentive is there Pussyboy for you to start learning to obey."
"If you behave yourself and do what you are told, when you are told, you just
might earn yourself a chance for relief."
I looked at him in stunned disbelief. Tears were welling up in my eyes again.
I had a terrible feeling that the Master was really going to play with this one
and that I would not like the game.
"There is only one unlocking device for that belt Pussyboy," he said. "It is
locked in the safe upstairs. Without that device that belt cannot be removed.
You see it has special reinforcements built into it. Bolt cutters could not
cut it even if it were possible to get them under the strap. So you are in that
belt until I release you."
"Now it is time for you to go to bed and get some rest. Follow us."
With that he turned and he and William headed out of the room. I followed
close behind. As we traveled down the hall I knew where we were. I had been
here before. The Master then did the one thing I feared the most. He
stopped in front of the door to the room that held that little tiny dog cage
that I was kept in on my first night.
My body began to shake, assuming that he was going to lock me in that fucking
cage again. I was terrified. Tears were flowing steadily as he unlocked the
door and opened it.
We entered and sure enough there in the centre of the room was the horrible
nightmare.
"Well what do you know, Pussyboy," he said joyfully. "There's your cage.
I'll bet you have really missed it haven't you? How would you like to spend the
night in there, it would be just like old home week don't you think?"
I was about to beg him not to put me in that cage when I remembered what had got
me into this present mess in the first place.
"If it pleases you for me to spend the night in the cage Master I will do it
gladly.", it was the biggest fucking lie I had ever told in my entire life.
Tears were falling down my cheeks and I was shaking in abject terror as I spewed
it out.
"Really," he said in mock surprise. "Well Pussyboy I don't think I would like
to see you in there again. It causes such terrible pain. No I think I would
be much happier if you spent the night in a proper bed."
With that he turned and we all marched out of that fucking room and back into
the hall. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Shit I must have come just a
hairs breath away from being locked up. I must remember to always say, "if it
pleases you Master". That is sure to keep me out of trouble.
He continued on down the hall until he came to the room where William and I had
spent two hours together. The room with the huge four poster bed. The room
where William had introduced me to gay sex. The room where I had fallen in
love.
He opened the door and we entered. Nothing had changed. The huge four poster
bed was still there. The bedside tables, the dressers. Except for the size of
the bed it was just a normal bedroom.
"You will sleep on the left side of the bed and you will be chained Pussyboy.
William will help you prepare for the night and will chain you in once you are
ready. I will see you in the morning. Good night."
"Good night Sir," I said but he had already turned and was heading out the door.
William leaned up close and whispered quickly in my ear.
"Sorry Rob I don't have any choice. I must obey my father." He said it quickly
not even stopping as he ushered me to the bathroom.
In the bathroom I emptied my bladder and removed my boots, the only item of
clothing I was still wearing. I then stepped into the shower and let the hot
water drench my aching body.
William had everything I needed ready when I came out of the shower. He handed
me a towel, I vigorously rubbed my body all over. Then it was off to the sink
to brush my teeth. When the absolutions were completed it was back to the
bedroom and onto the huge bed.
William picked up some quarter inch, stainless steel chain that was attached to
the bed at one end. He opened a drawer in the bedside table and withdrew a
small padlock. He threaded the open end of the lock through the chain then
attached that to my collar. I heard the lock click closed and knew I was in
this bed until someone came to release me.
"Have a good sleep Pussyboy," he said bending over and giving me a kiss on the
lips. I returned the kiss.
"Good night William, thank you.", I said as I lay back.
William went to the door. He opened it then turned to give me one final look.
His hand flicked the light switch and the main lights went out. There seemed to
be some kind of recessed lighting which provided just enough light that the room
was not in complete darkness. Something like what you would expect from light
coming in through a bedroom window.
William exited and pulled the door closed gently behind him. I was alone and
the silence was deafening. My mind start to go over the events of the last few
days. So much had happened. My life had changed so radically. Was I happy
with the changes? Was this the kind of life I wanted? These and other
thoughts circled round and round in my mind as I drifted off into a deep,
dreamless sleep.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
