Date: Tue, 02 Mar 1999 01:04:26 PST
From: Vic Paine <vicpaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master Vic takes Dennis Out

	It was a cold night in San Francisco when Master Vic decided it was
time to take his slave for a public viewing. He had been training him for
some weeks and the time had come to find out whether the training had paid
off. They left home at about 9.30pm and set off towards the club in Vic's
car. Master Vic was wearing jeans, with leather chaps and waistcoat. This
revealed his lovely torso, while making his authority clear. Dennis was
afforded no such pleasure. He had a leather collar and a pair of brief
leather shorts. Nothing else.

	They arrived in the car park and the Master leant over to his
slave. He quickly attached a lead to the collar and told him to get out of
the car. It was not very far from the car to the club entrance, but the
cold soon made its mark on Dennis. His firm muscles were quickly covered in
goosebumps, and his nipples rose to become two small rivets in the centre
of his broad chest.

	They entered the club and were hit by the warm glow of the
atmosphere. It was quite dark in there, but their eyes soon got used to the
light and they could see. At the far side was a bar and there were small
tables dotted around. In various places Masters were sitting with their
slaves by their sides. There was obviously some action going on at some
tables while others were sitting just watching the scene. In the centre of
the room was a small stage. At some stages in the evening it was open to
anyone to go up onto the stage and to perform in whatever way they felt
appropriate.

	Master Vic found a suitable table and sat down. He led Dennis
across the room on his leash and both were aware of the crowds watching and
assessing the new arrivals. Dennis sat on the floor beside his Master,
bursting with pride. Just the walk across the room had set his heart
pounding. He had been with his Master for some weeks now and had loved the
feeling of being owned and dominated. He revelled in the fact that he had
no decisions to take and that his Master would look after him. His trust of
his Master was now almost complete. He knew that whatever happened, painful
or pleasurable, it was at his Master's command and that Vic would ensure
that he was kept safe throughout. Pain and safety have a close
relationship. Most people kept them apart, thinking that pain could not
play a part with safety, but Dennis and Master Vic knew better.

	They sat in the corner and watched the action. On the far side of
the room a Master was being sucked off under the table by his slave. In
another are two Masters sat at one table and were encouraging their slaves
to fuck each other beside the table. Then there was a table where the
Master sat with his slave behind him, licking and rimming his ass as he sat
and watched the scene around him. It was all so very different to anything
Dennis had ever experienced and he began to get very turned on. Master Vic
leant down and removed the leather pants from him leaving him naked except
for his collar. this attracted the attention of more people around the
room, who checked him out. It was strange how different nakedness can feel
from one situation to another. In this public place, in front of so many
strangers Dennis felt he had entered a new depth of nakedness.

	After a while a spot light came on to illuminate the stage. One of
the Masters had decided it was time to show off is slave. He was a huge
muscular man who looked distinctly mean. Dennis was glad that his Master
was more attractive and less mean looking. He watched in awe as the stage
show began. The Master took out a truncheon and waved it over his slave. It
was about 60cm long, 4 cm in diameter, and black. The first 20 cms were
smooth and thick. Then it had a ribbed centre section, with what looked
like a series of 3 ball shaped bumps each sticking out about a further 2
cm, with each ball increasing in diameter. It looked horrendous. The slave
did not look like he wanted anything to do with it.

	First the slave was forced to lick the long black rod. He began to
do so with obvious apprehension. This did not please the Master. He hit him
across the face and told him to do so with more enthusiasm. The slave
licked on looking more keen, but Dennis was not convinced that he was keen
at all. Then the Master began to feed the rod into his slaves mouth. It was
all he could do to open wide enough to take the top. When he had it in a
way it was clear that it hit the back of the slave's throat. He gagged and
it would go no further. It was one thing to take a cock in your throat: it
would bend and help a little. But this thing. It was merciless. The Master
spoke.

	"It's no good. It won't go there. I will have to find another hole
for it!" A huge cheer went up from the now watching crowd. Dennis sat in
wonder and horror at what was going on. If this was where his Master had
brought him, what had he in mind?

	The stage-slave was told to turn around and to bend over. He did
so, exposing his butt and asshole for everyone to see. The Master moved
around him, circling him and raising the tension. He moved to the right
angle and placed the head of the truncheon at the slaves hole. Nothing.
Even at this distance Dennis could see the small puckered hole twitching in
anticipation. The was no pressure applied for some time. The Master just
let it rest and the crowd cheered and cajoled him to do more. Then the
moment came. He moved a fraction closer and pressed. There was a brief
moment of complete silence. Everyone held their breath. Then, after just a
couple of seconds the force of the Master overcame the force of the slaves
instinctive attempts at self preservation, and the top of the rod pushed
him wide open. It slid slowly and gently into the slaves ass. Another huge
cheer went up, so loud that it drowned out the scream of the slave. But
Dennis didn't miss it. He was up there with that slave mentally.

	The rod slowly sunk further into the salve who seemed to be able to
take it, despite his loud protest as it entered. But then the moment
arrived where the rod reached those bulges. It seemed unbelievable that
they might be intended to go into him as well. But the Master kept on
pushing. On reaching the first ball there was a pause. More pressure was
applied and gradually the anus opened even further. Dennis drew breath and
kept watching, transfixed by the vision before him.

	The first ball popped in. Dennis gasped. He was rock hard and
totally turned on by what he was watching. He suddenly felt Master Vic's
hand reach down and take his collar. He was pulled up to his Master's lap
and told to open the fly. He did so, keeping an eyes on what was happening
on stage. He was clearly not the only one who was turned on. Maser Vic was
also rock solid. He pushed Dennis's face down onto his hard cock and told
him to suck. Meanwhile on stage the second sphere entered the slave.
Another gasp from the crowd. Could this slave really take all three?

	As Dennis sucked his Master another silence fell across the bar.
After what seemed like an eternity the third ball entered this willing butt
and a great cheer went up. There was now about 40 cm of club in the slave.
The Master on stage raised is hands in triumph, leaving the black rod
sticking out from his slave. He had taken the full extent of the weapon and
the triumph of both Master and slave was clear. Dennis felt his Master's
large organ throbbing in his throat. He had not been told to bring his off
so he went slowly, not wanting to do so until he was told. The feel of that
pole in his throat while watching the erotic scene on stage was thrilling.
He was perfectly at home with his Master, although he did harbour some
lurking thoughts about how the rest of the evening might go. Did his Master
intend to take him on stage? Only time would tell.

	Soon the stage show went into reverse. The rod was removed. First
the three balls, Each popped out: one, two three. Then slowly, so as not to
cause any damage, the rod itself was extracted. Taking it out was an
amazing reminder of just how big it was. It finally plopped from the ass
and the slave was free of his bondage. They left the stage, Master leading
his slave and returned to their seats. Dennis was deeply impressed. How
could he have taken such a size? It was beyond Dennis's imagination. He
waited to see what would happen next.

	As the stage lights dimmed for a while Dennis felt Master Vic
remove him from his cock. The leash was refixed to his collar and he was
led across the room. Slowly filling with fear he wondered what his Master
might do to him. He had been in his service now long enough to trust him,
yet he was still uncertain as this moment approached. He would have been
less nervous had the previous stage show not been so violent an assault.

	They went up on the stage and Master Vic was announced. The crowd
was told that Dennis was new to his Master and that this was their first
public exhibition. Again a cheer of encouragement went up. It was always
good for the crowd to see some new action. Master Vic leaned forward and
whispered to Dennis. "Just do as your told and enjoy it. Trust me."

	With that he told Dennis to stand up and wait for him to start.
Dennis stood in the middle of the stage and his Master took a couple of
paces back. He then began to circle him. He walked round, looking at him
and letting the crowd see what was on offer. It is funny how some
circumstances can make you feel more naked than others. Here on the stage,
exposed in the flesh, and under the spotlight, encircled by his Master and
viewed by the crowd Dennis felt totally exposed. Master Vic came round in
front of him stood and looked. He began to feel the blood engorge his penis
as he waited. The suspense and the atmosphere were getting to him.

	Master Vic came in front of him and took hold of one of his nipples
firmly. He twisted it and pulled at it hard. It sent a wave of pleasure
through Dennis. His cock grew harder. By the time the same treatment had
been issued to the other side he was fully inflated. His Master took hold
of his cock and began to pull it about roughly. This sent Dennis even
higher. It had been his fantasy for some time that his Master might put him
on public display and now it was happening. He was so turned on by the
experience.

	Next Master Vic told Dennis to bend over. He did so. He felt his
Master's hand rub gently over his ass cheeks. Then, suddenly he felt a hard
slap land on him. It stung and he flinched. But there was much more to
come. His Master began to give him a thorough spanking there in the middle
of this bar for all to see. The pain and heat grew and Dennis felt totally
humiliated. He even had tears running down his cheeks. But he could not
have yet known that his Master had more plans for this evening. Being
spanked was not going to be the end of the public humiliation.

	He felt Vic's hand run along his hot crack then a finger began to
probe at his hole. It entered him, and the crowd began to subdue. The first
finger went in as far as the knuckle. It wound around and sent shivers of
passion through Dennis's body. Then a second finger joined the first. After
some movement and stretching a third went into that tight space, now so
greatly extended, and finally the fourth was there. After gently but firmly
extending the hole by movements of his hand, Vic pushed the fingers in and
out up to his knuckles and the crowd watched in awe and wonder. It was
always so revealing to watch the reactions of a new slave.

	After playing with his slave for a few minutes in this way Master
Vic removed his hand and began to move round his slave once again. Still he
instructed him to keep bent, with his ass high in the air. He stood in
front of Dennis and unzipped his flies. He slipped out his rock hard penis.
It looked so lovely to Dennis in these lights. He had seen it many times
before, but in this new and strange circumstance it looked so very
different. He was told to move enough to just kiss the tip once, and he did
so without hesitation. He then dropped his head back down.

	Master Vic then moved back behind Dennis and began to rub him
again. His as was still flexing and twitching following the fisting he had
received, and so Vic was able to enter him with ease. He slipped his long
stiff pole into the hole. The tip slipped easily in and he began to push
gradually deeper and deeper until his whole length was inside. Compared to
the size of his hand it did not feel too bad to Dennis, but there is
nothing to compare to the feel of Master's cock in his slave. No hand,
however large, can ever replace the feeling of being taken and fucked by
your Master. Dennis began to revel in the feeling. Master Vic began to rock
and roll in him, taking him stroke by stroke. He felt the need to come much
sooner than he wished, but assumed that this was a combination of the
atmosphere at the club, and the sheer turn on of taking Dennis in front of
others. He pushed harder and faster until he was able to take no more. He
spilled his seed deep inside his slave, and came as hard as he had done for
some time. The whole thing had been a great turn on for him.

	Dennis was by this time totally sexed up, and hoped for some
relief. Vic's next action came then as a shock. While he stood bent hoping
for an instruction to do something about his own erection Dennis heard his
Master do his zip up. He was then told to stand. He did so and his cock
stuck out begging for relief. Master Vic hooked the collar onto the leash,
and walked off the stage, giving Dennis no choice but to follow him, still
wearing nothing but his collar. He walked across the bar and out of the
door to the car. There was to be no public relief for Dennis. His duty had
been to serve and only to serve. He longed to cum and enjoy the release
that would bring. Would that happen once they got home? Only time will
tell.


Comments and ideas for stories always welcome vicpaine@hotmail.com