Date: Sun, 30 May 1999 07:16:21 -0700
From: slave@england.com
Subject: Diary of a Slave - Continued

Diary of a Slave - Continued.

My master commands me to reveal to the world the depths of my humiliation.
At first he allows me to tell you only my first name: Brian but if I
misbehave or in any way fail to satisfy him then he might make me reveal my
full name and address so that my humiliation will be total.  These pages
will appear as and when he thinks fit.

He commands me to write more of the start of my humiliation as readers have
told him they have enjoyed the previous part and have had a good laugh at
my expense.

The Beginning - - Continued

He untied me and I instantly fell to my knees and started licking my cum
from the window.  By this time he was back in his chair and he motioned me
over to him.  I knelt before him and he stroked my face before pulling it
down to his jock.  I instinctively put out my tongue ready to lick but I
found myself flung back on to the floor completely dazed.

"How dare you do anything that I have not commanded!  You are already due
to be punished for your disgusting performance downstairs.  Do you want
more punishment?"

"Sir, No, Sir!"  I was back on my knees in front of him trying to look as
contrite as possible.

"I think we had better start teaching you some real lessons.  You must call
me Sir or Master at all times - you already know that.  You must be naked
whenever possible even if I am not about.  You know that and I think you
enjoy it." He looked at my never-ending hard-on.  I felt like a mongrel in
heat. "You never do anything - even if you think it will please me -
without my telling you to do it.  When I am not using you as my plaything
you are to kneel by the wall with your hands behind your back and your legs
apart so that I - or any of my guests - can see your pathetic little cock
and balls.  That is the On Display position. Do you understand?"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

"Good.  Now let's attend to your punishment.  First we need to make you
look more of a slave.  Nakedness is not always enough."

He went to another room and when he had returned I had dutifully assumed
the display position.

"That's good - you learn fast."

He produced two clips with small bells attached and clipped one to each
nipple and then a third bell and clipped to the end of my foreskin.  A cock
and ball harness was then fitted and a weight hung from the d-ring.  My
balls felt that they were being dragged from their sockets but my cock
became even harder than before.  Finally he produced a gag of a kind that I
had not seen before, even in the magazine than led me here. It was a cock
ring with a strap attached to each side and as soon as he forced the ring
into my mouth and started to fasten it behind my head I realised that this
left me open or my mouth open for anything that he wanted to push inside.
He sat down and told me to jog round the room.  As soon as I started to
move I discovered that the weight on my balls seemed to double in weight
and as my cock bounced about and my chest heaved the bells were all
tinkling in such a humiliating way that my face flushed a deep red.  I kept
going and began to work up a sweat and then I began to salivate and with my
mouth fixed open drool began flowing down my chin.  Eventually he commanded
me to stop and uttered the single word: Display!  I fell to my knees, glad
of the rest.  He bent down and scooped his finger across my chest
collecting up the sweat and stuck the finger into my mouth.

"The next time you disobey me you will jog twice as long - and maybe
outside."

He stood up and went to the phone and made a call:

"Hi, John, I've got a slave here on trial.  I thought you and that scrawny
kid you call a slave might come over and show him a thing or two.  See you
in about 30 minutes?"

He put the phone down, went and dressed and poured himself a drink.  Sat
down and put a cassette on.  For the next thirty minutes I might just as
well not have been there.  I studied him, he was blond and almost pretty
but there was something almost cold about him but I knew I wanted to serve
him.  He was the man I had been waiting for.  (My master says he will
reward me for that later) Then the doorbell rang and he said, without even
looking at me:

"You will open the door and you will not attempt to hide your nakedness
from whoever is there."

I got to my feet and while it was likely that it was the expected friend my
heart pounded in case it was a complete stranger who was to be greeted by a
naked man with a gag, bells tinkling from his nipples and a weight slung
from his balls.  I opened the door wide and there stood a man of about 25
and a boy of about 16.

"Well, what have we got here."  He reached out and shook my cock making the
bell ring. He wiped the precum from the end of my cock and casually stuck
the finger in my mouth. I licked. "You certainly like them mature, Paul."

"I'm not a chicken rustler - like some!"

They came in and I detected a contemptuous sneer from the boy.  My master
looked at the boy who was wearing a tracksuit and said:

"I've told you before, you let him wear too many clothes.  It's not good
for them.  They need to know their place."

"Oh he knows his place without my running a nudist colony! Still, to please
you.  Strip!"

The boy pulled off the tracksuit and trainers and I noticed, from the
corner where I was now On Display, that despite "too many clothes" he was
completely naked underneath.  But my heart missed a beat as he went On
Display and I saw the thick steel ring through the end of his cock and the
matching rings through his nipples.  The rings were so thick I couldn't
believe that he was not in continuous pain.  The boy saw me looking and
despite his earlier contempt for me he now looked embarrassed. I couldn't
help but check out his body.  He was really lean and sinewy and his
half-hard cock was long and thick.  The slit in the end was forced wide
open by the thick ring.

My master and his friend each had a drink and chatted about some film or
rather until eventually my master said:

"I thought we might teach this specimen," nodding his head towards me, "how
a slave should show total obedience.  Your boy might show a good example."

"OK, Why not let him show what a good slave he is. Slave, assume the toilet
position!"

The boy jumped up and ran over to his master.  Knelt down, put his head
back and opened his mouth.  His master stood up and unzipped his jeans and
pushed his cock into the boys mouth.  A few seconds passed and and I could
see the boy start to swallow furiously.

"Do you need to go, Paul?"

"Yes, I think I just might."  My master stood and I saw the scene repeated.
This was my first glimpse of my master's cock.  It was thick but not very
long but with a particularly large head.

"You notice, slave, that not a drop was spilt."

"Shall we send him out?" said my master's friend.

The boy stood up and his master took a leather pouch from his pocket and
slipped it over his cock and balls.  This somehow made him look even more
naked but I suppose he was legal - just.

"You will go downstairs and out into the alley.  Walk across the road and
stand in the doorway in a St. Andrew's position.  Look in front of you and
don't move or say anything.  When I blow this whistle you walk back in."

"Yes, master," the boy replied and walked calmly out of the door of the
flat.  I was dragged by my balls to the window and watched as the boy
slowly walked across the road and stood in the doorway with his arms and
legs spread just staring in front of him.  It was getting late and there
was no one about, especially in this little side road.  The boy remained
motionless and then after several minutes a group of guys came along.  They
had obviously had a fair bit to drink and when they got to the boy I think
they thought they were in heaven..  they all ran there hands over his
smooth body and were obviously fascinated by the rings.  One of them
twisted a nipple ring in a way that must have hurt the boy but he showed no
sign at all.  He just looked ahead.  They were obviously discussing whether
he had a pierced cock or perhaps they saw the outline of the ring through
the pouch but pretty soon the pouch was ripped off and they were fondling
his cock and twisting the ring.  The only response the boy made was that
his cock started swelling and this was the cue for one of them to start
wanking it.  The wanking went on for several minutes but the boy did not
cum unlike my pathetic response earlier.  The boy's master then blew the
whistle and he just walked away from the men back into the building.

"You see how a slave should behave?  He does precisely what his master
tells him - no more, no less." My master had his arms around me - one hand
rolling a nipple backwards and forwards, the other squeezing my balls.  I
tried hard to follow the example of the boy and show no pain.

The boy walked back into the flat and went On Display.

"Shall we reward him and perhaps feed you slave at the same time? " said my
master's friend, "How about fruit salad?  Your last slave enjoyed that!"

My master grinned and went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of fruit
salad and placed it on the floor in front of the boy:

"How long is it since you came?"

"Eight days, Sir."

My master turned to me:

"Get behind him and relieve him of his load - onto the fruit."

I hurried across to the boy, the little bells ringing, and put my arms
around him.  One hand fondling a ring-pierced nipple, the other massaging
his impressive cock.  My cock was pressed down the crack of the boy's
arse. As the boy' s breathing quickened I checked to see that his cock was
aimed at the bowl.  I was just in time to see a deluge of thick cum spurt
from his cock and run over the ring into the bowl.  His whole body was
shaking and the outpouring seemed endless.  At last he stopped and I
reluctantly let go.

"There," said my master removing my gag, "you have fruit for your tea
complete with a generous portion of cream - lap it up!"

I knelt down on all fours and stuck my tongue into the food and began
licking and sucking.  It was not easy to do without cutlery and I realised
that i had voluntarily put myself in the position of a pet dog - a mere
possession.  To my surprise - and disappointment - I could not really taste
the boy's come as it was lost amongst the fruit flavour.  I felt proud when
I had a clean plate in front of me.  I sat up and looked straight in the
boy's face and saw that look of contempt again.  My master must have seen
it also because he was to use the boy to humiliate me - quite properly - on
many occasions starting in just a few minutes.

"What is that mess that you have left where you were positioned before?"

I looked back to where I had been On Display and saw the puddle of precum
on the floor.  My cock always produces a great quantity of juice when I am
aroused and I had certainly had been that evening.

"Go and lick it up!"

I scampered across the floor, again the bells making their humiliating
tinkling sound, and licked up the puddle.

"Now lick it up from John's slave's arse.  The way you were squeezed up
against him there must be plenty there."

I just saw the smug look on the boy's face before he turned round, at his
master's command, and presented me with his arse.  I quickly buried my face
between his well-formed orbs and licked and sucked for all I was worth.

"Perhaps that is all you are good for, licking another slave's arse!" The
two masters laughed.

"Come here!"

My master refixed my gag and removed the weight from my balls - a great
relief - and then pulled the clips from my nipples and cock.  The pain was
excruciating and I let out a gasp.

"That boy is half your age and he knows how to take pain.  I'll have to
teach you some more later."

The two masters then left us two slaves and poured themselves drinks and
watched a new porn video in the bedroom.  We were both On Display.  The boy
and I looked at each other and he obviously felt he was the star of the
evening as he continued to look smug and flicked out his tongue mimicking
the way I had lapped up his cum and later cleaned his arse.

After an hour or so the boy and his master left and I was left alone with
my master.

"You have done quite well for your first session but you have much to learn
and the pain and humiliation will only get worse but then that is why you
are here.  Another lesson.  Lay over this table."

I crawled onto the coffee table and wondered what was to come next.
Suddenly there was pain across my arse as my master began beating me with a
short whip.  Every lash was slightly harder than the last and I gripped the
legs of the table.  I managed not to cry out and then there was a pause.
Seconds later I felt something invade my arse.

"If you think that is my cock then you are unlucky.  I told you earlier
that you need to earn the privilege of my cock inside you but I might let
you have some of my cum later.  What you have in you is the smallest of my
butt plug collection.  Every night you will enjoy a larger one.  OK that's
the back done now its time to work on your front - the part that gave us
the problem earlier.  On Display!"

I climbed off the table and assumed the position.  My master produced wrist
and ankle straps and strapped my ankles together and then my wrists to my
ankles.  I was completely immobile.  He then got out a device that looked
like a miniature set of stocks - a hinged board with a small hole in the
middle.  This was clamped around my cock and balls and padlocked shut.  My
cock and balls were now painfully jutting out in front of me and I was
totally helpless.  My master produced a piece of hosepipe and ran it across
my lips and then in an instant he had beaten me across the cock and balls.
He grinned as I tried to pull back and launched into a continuous volley of
whippings across my poor cock.  Despite the pain my cock became rock hard
and this made each beating even more painful.  Then he was done and he
removed the stocks and the restraints:

"Do you need to piss?"

"Yes, master."

"Then, I'll let you out like any other dog."

He opened the door and I realised that I was to go out in the street and
urinate.  I tried to copy the teenage boy I had watched earlier and walked
out into the street as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  I
thought my master would be watching so I walked to the middle of the road,
stood with my legs wide apart and just let the piss stream from my battered
cock.  As I looked towards his window I could see that he had not even
bothered to watch.  I climbed the stairs back to his flat.

"Now shower and into the bedroom"

I showered with some difficulty - clenching the butt plug - and then walked
into the bedroom.  My master was not yet there and I then heard the shower
running.  I assumed an On Display position in the corner and waited.  He
walked in completely naked and I scanned his entire body.  He really did
look like a Greek god and as I looked at his erect cock i longed for it to
invade one end of me.  He pulled a large dog basket out from under the bed
and motioned for me to get in it.  I quickly did so.

"Normally you would be chained at night but this is your last opportunity
to leave.  If you are still here in the morning you will sign the slave
contract and I will take you home.  You will then come whenever I summons
you.  Finally a little TASTE of things to come!"

He stood over me and started to wank.  Slowly at first but then speeding
up.  One hand pinched one of his nipples and he tossed his head back in
ecstasy.  Sweat broke out all over his body and he began to thrust his
pelvis backwards and forwards.  He looked down at me and edged forward.  He
came.  Spurt after spurt of his thick cream landed on my face, lips and in
my mouth.

"There, I think you wanted that!"

"Thank you, Sir"

He almost fell on me, twisting my nipples aggressively:

"Don't you ever speak without permission!"

I cringed down into my basket and that it how I spent the night - still
covered with my master's cum.


My master tells me this is enough for now and that I will write as people
seem interested in my pathetic little life.

Slave Brian