Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 05:47:28 -0800
From: slave@england.com
Subject: Diary of a Slave Part 3

Dairy of a Slave -- Part 3

The end of the beginning.

It had been nearly two weeks since I had signed the slavery contract with
my new master.  I had followed his every instruction and had returned home
from my job as a teacher and stayed in my flat each night -- naked apart
from the cock and ball harness.

My only contact with my master had been a telephone call from his mobile
three days into the first week.  I had been instructed to go to the window;
assume the St. Andrews position and rub my cock against the glass until I
came.  When I had finished the phone rang again and my master told me that
it had been an excellent display and that I could now finish by cleaning
the glass with my tongue.  Knowing that my master was watching me made this
a very erotic experience and in the days that followed I would think of it
while waiting for him to phone again and my cock would ache with stiffness
and a desire for release.  I was, of course, under strict instructions not
to touch it and to come in any way could have lead to a repeat of the
beating my cock received last time I showed a lack of control.

Eventually I heard from my master.  I was to wait in the bushes -- naked
apart from wrist and ankle restraints; cock and ball harness and ring gag
-- behind the car park on the edge of Hainault Forest by the pub.  He would
arrive in his BMW and I was to climb in to the boot.  I could wear only the
tight high-cut shorts he had given me to jog there and put on the straps in
the bushes.  This I did and then waited in the bushes.  An hour after the
time he had arranged his car drew up and he got out and went in the
pub. Horror!  I had expected that he would park near the bushes but he had
parked on the other side -- nearly one hundred feet away.  I looked around
the car park and waited for some people to get out of their car and walk
into the pub.  No one seemed to be around and so I made a dash for it.  As
I sprinted across the car park, my stiff cock waiving in the air, I
suddenly spotted a couple sitting in their car.  They clearly saw me in all
my glory with various straps around my body but I had no alternative but to
keep going until I reached the BMW when I just climbed in.  Only then did I
start to worry and expect the police at any moment.  After what seemed like
an age I heard the car door opening; someone get in and the car start and
move off.  I assumed it was my master and not the police.

It took about half an hour to reach my master's flat.  After parking the
car he got out and came round to the back and opened the boot.  My limbs
ached with being confined and it was nice to feel the fresh air.  He
reached in and pinched my nipples.

"Out, slave!"

I scrambled out feeling oddly embarrassed at my nakedness in front of my
macho master.

He pulled my arms behind me and padlocked the wrist restraints together and
walked out of the garage beckoning me to follow.  I padded after him into
the mews which was mercifully empty even from the gays who seemed to fill
the area.  We entered the door to the flats and immediately met the same
guy who had brought me off last time.  He was chatting to my master about
me as if I was not there and when my master casually mentioned that my only
problem seemed to be an inability to control my cock he saw his chance to
get me in trouble and reached out and started fondling it idly as he
continued in conversation.  As he gently scratched the underside of my cock
it responded by becoming as stiff as iron and 10 days' stored cum wanted to
get out.  I really did not want to get my cock battered again and I
struggled to think of anything but sex.  It was almost impossible.  I began
to perspire and the beginning of an ejaculation started to overwhelm my
body.  It was only that I was oozing my usual amount of copious pre-cum
that saved me for my tormentor stopped touching my cock and lifted his
dripping finger to my mouth and pushed it through the ring for me to lick.
From then on the stimulation of my cock was relieved by the interruptions
as he fed me my juice.  Even so I began to think that a beating was going
to be inevitable.  At last my master bade him farewell and we climbed the
stairs to his flat.

As soon as we entered he congratulated me on my self control and told me I
would now have my reward.  I thought he was going to allow me to cum but
instead he pushed me onto my knees; unzipped his jeans and began to
enthusiastically face-fuck me.  Holding on to my head he obviously enjoyed
the stimulation of the ring in my mouth as well as my tongue and it was not
long before he started breathing heavily and then shooting into my mouth.
My own cock remained stiff and unsatisfied.

My next task was to prepare his evening meal which I did as well as my
limited cooking ability allowed.  When it was ready he said that he would
have it on the sofa.  I took it to him on a tray but he told me that I
would be the tray.  I laid across his lap and the hot plate was balanced on
my stomach.  In between mouthfuls he would casually but painfully tweak my
nipples and as I writhed he would warn me that if one single piece of food
fell from the plate I would regret it.  The fear and the stimulation of my
nipples caused my cock to harden and I realised that it was sticking out
over the edge of his plate.  Occasionally he would jab at it with his fork
making me start and nearly cause a spillage.  When he had eaten enough he
fed me the rest. He then pushed me to the floor and went and got a beer.

"Would you like a beer, slave?" he barked.  I nodded.

"You say "Sir" to me", he retorted and slapped me across the face.  I was
still wearing the ring gag but I struggled to say: "Sir, Yes, please, Sir."
Somehow my distorted speech was more humiliating than anything else that
had been done to me.

"Well you can have the beer I had at lunchtime".  He unzipped his jeans and
again I had his cock in my mouth.  This time I was treated to a torrent of
piss.

Most of the rest of the evening was spent with me laying on the floor
sucking on his toes or fetching beers from the kitchen.  He watched the
television and used me to change channels, volume etc.  As he said why
should he waste money on batteries when I could do the work?  During
commercial breaks I would have to stand in front of him and he would toss
my cock threatening me with castration if I should shoot my load over him
and that he might never let me cum again anyway.

Eventually it was bedtime. My straps were all removed and I was allowed to
take a shower.  After that I was shown my bed -- a large plastic dog basket
next to my master's bed..  I was to buy one to use at home as well.  My
master took a shower and then returned naked to the bedroom.  I expected
some savage sex but in fact all that happened was that he stood over me and
tossed himself off.  Showering my face with cum.  I could get as much off
as possible with my fingers and lick them clean but the rest remained all
night.

I slept as well as can be expected in a plastic dog basket.  In the morning
I was awakened by my master's voice.  He had tossed himself off and needed
me to clean it up with my tongue.  I really enjoyed running my tongue over
his slime covered belly and sucking the cum out of his navel but, of
course, the highlight was draining the last drops from his cock itself.

"I have a surprise for you.  We are going out.  You can wear these."  He
pointed to the inevitable brief shorts but at least I was allowed a T-shirt
even if I was very skimpy.

We walked a few streets from where my master lived.  On the way he went
into a coffee shop and told me to say outside resting my backside against
the railings along he edge of the road with my arms outstretched along each
side.  My cock was pressing against the shorts and I attracted some very
odd looks.  I was sure that someone was going to offer me money for sex.
We carried on to a small shop with the sign outside: TATTOOS AND
PIERCING. I knew what was to happen.

"Hi, Gavin," my master said, "I want him pierced -- Prince Albert and
nipples -- both." And then to me: "Strip!".

I pulled the T-shirt over my head and dropped the shorts.  I stood naked in
front of my master, the piercer and some other guy who was sitting at the
side as if it was the most usual thing in the world.  I was told to lay on
a couch and once again they talked about me as if I was not there.

"Can't you get a younger slave. This one is a bit past it. Nice cock,
though."  They all examined my cock as though it were a sausage in a
butcher's shop.  The piercer pulled back my skin and then lifted it to
examine my balls: "Why not have some rings in these?"

"Business bad is it?  Well maybe another time."

The piercer went to work.  I was expecting the cock piercing to really hurt
but in fact the nipples hurt much more even with what I took to be some
sort of anaesthetic.  As I gasped as the needle went in my master squeezed
my hand.  The first affection he had shown me.  That deadened the pain far
more than any anaesthetic.

When the job was done they stood me up and admired the work. As he turned
me towards a mirror the piercer fondled my arse and let a finger explore my
crack. I looked at my naked body and the rings with admiration.  I really
felt like a slave and it was wonderful!

"A good job." Said my master, "Perhaps he should walk back to the flat like
that so everyone can enjoy the view!"

My heart pounded.  I knew deep down that he could not mean that but then
anything seemed possible.  He laughed at the look of panic on my face and
told me to put my clothes on.  I slipped into the shorts and T-shirt.

"Well, let them at least have a peep," he added and tore a whole in the
T-shirt over my left nipple.

As we walked back to his flat -- my master striding along in front and me
running behind like a puppy my nipples began to tingle as the anaesthetic
began to wear off with the result that my cock began to stiffen which in
turn made me aware of the piercing in it which then made it stiffen more.
The feect of my tight T-shirt and shorts, the exposed, pierced nipple and
my stiff cock was not lost on the gay men that we passed and there was more
than a little body contact with passing strangers.

Eventually we reached the safety of my master's flat and I responded to his
casual over-the-shoulder command: "Strip!".  He then attached a metal chain
between the rings in my nipples and another chain from that down to the
ring in my cock so that as I moved about my bouncing cock pulled on my
nipples -- an effect that ensured my cock remained rock hard.

My master had lunch and then produced a dog bowl of fruit salad:

"Would you like some cream on this -- my cream?"

"Sir, yes, please, Sir", I replied.

He put the bowl down in front of me and stripped naked: "The quanity of
cream depends on the quality of the wank you give me."

I reached out and stroked his soft cock until it was stiff and the tip
glistening with his juice.  I lend forward and sucked the tip into my
mouth.  He pulled my mouth away and slapped me round the face: "I told you
to wank it, not suck it!"  I did not make that mistake again but continued
to massage his beautiful dick while fondling his balls with my other hand.
It did not take long. Suddenly he grabbed at his cock and pointed it at the
bowl and as I continued to rub it he shot his load into the bowl.

"Now eat your lunch!" he snapped and left the room.

Left on my own I bent over and dipped my tongue into his cum and enjoyed
the taste again.  I did not want to spoil it with the taste of the fruit
and so I very carefully licked his cum from the top of the fruit. I thought
how lucky I was.  All those years wasted before I found what I really
needed.  Here I was naked in front of a dog bowl licking up another man's
cum with my nipples and cock pierced at his wish with no a consideration of
what I wanted.  What I did want was to cum.  Ten day's stored cum with the
piercings, sex and humiliation was making my cock ache more than I had
known for years.

My master returned with a carrier bag.

"Stand!" he said.  I was getting used to the short commands.  He removed
the chains from my rings and fixed a leather harness around my torso:
Straps over my shoulders and round my sides joined to a steel ring at the
front.  Then a triangular leather device which was covered in metal studes
with a steel ring at the bottom was fitted to my loins so that my cock
stuck through the ring and straps attached to the top of the triangle were
linked behind me holding it in place. Finally I was fitted with riding
boots.

My master took hold of the ring in my cock and lead me to his bedroom where
he showed me myself in the mirror.

"See how you might look as a Master rather than the pathetic little slave
that you are!"

I was truly amazed at the transformation by just a few pieces of leather.

"Come with me, I have a surprise for you."

I followed my master out of his flat and down into his garage.  On entering
I could not help but gasp! The garage was dark apart from a spotlight
shining onto a naked figure whose arms were outstretched sideways and tied
by thick ropes to the sides of the garage.  This naked figure was
boy-slave.  I could see that clearly enough even though he was blindfolded,
the thick rings though his nipples and cock had gone and all his body hair
had been shaved.  He looked so vulnerable and so young.

"He's yours to play with!  Do what you want with him. Only I want a good
show!"

My master stepped back into the darkness and I stepped forward reaching out
to fondle the end of boy-slave's cock.  What happened next was more of a
shock than seeing him there in the first place:

"Oh please don't hurt me again!  Just let me go -- I won't tell anyone what
you've done!" He pulled away from my hand as much as he was able and
started to sob.

I stepped back and my master's voice came from the darkness: "He's been
told to put on a good show too!"  Now, I fully understood the game we were
playing -- only how much more I would like to have been tied and
blindfolded!

I slapped him across the face: "If you don't stop blabbing you'll never get
out of here at all.  You'll leave when I'm finished with you." I twisted
his left nipple between my fingers and he screamed.  I ducked under his arm
and pressed myself up behind him while lewdly fondling the cheeks of his
arse. Again he cried out: "Oh please, please not that again.  It really
hurt.  Anything but that!"  I thought for a moment and realised that with
my freshly pierced cock I could not do "that" at the moment so I went round
to the front and pushed my fingers into his mouth.  He said nothing but
continued to sob quietly and I could feel tears running down his cheeks.

God, he looked so hot and my cock was really aching for release.  I ran my
hands across his smooth body and twisted both his nipples to make him
writhe and struggle more.  I slid my finger across the head of his cock and
squeezed his balls. I leaned forward and licked and then nibbled his
nipples. I found that there was enough slack in the ropes for me to pull
him down on his knees although it meant his arms were pulled very tight.  I
pushed my dripping cock to his lips which he kept tightly closed and so I
pinched his nose and waited for him to open his mouth to breathe and then
pushed my cock in as he struggled to avoid it.  I really did not want to
hurt him but I was so wound up I just fucked his face like I had never had
sex before.  In only a few seconds I exploded with the most earth
shuddering orgasm I can remember.  My whole body shook and I felt I would
never stop shooting into his mouth.  As my sweaty body pulled free he
opened his mouth and let the cum pour out.  I fell to my knees and licked
up my cum and forced it back into his mouth while reaching down and
squeezing his balls.

I dragged him to his feet and started licking his balls and sucking on his
cock alternately.

"Now you just give me a nice load of your cum or you might leave here with
no balls," I said as I again squeezed his balls tight before continuing to
suck on his dick.  He took longer to cum than I had done but with continual
work on his cock and balls and the occasional tweak of his nipples he
eventually came in my mouth.  I stood up, held back his head, pinched his
nose closed and as he opened his mouth I let his cum spill from my mouth
into his.

As I stood back my master clapped: "That was great but now it's time for
you to return to being the slave you really are.  Untie him and kneel in
front of him."  I untied boyslave and knelt as ordered.

"I expect you want to piss, now, don't you?" It was my master's voice but I
knew it was directed at boyslave, who took of his blindfold and with a
quick "Thank you, Sir," proceeded to hose me down.

Some two hours later we were back in my master's flat.  Boyslave had gone
and I was On Display wearing leather straps more appropriate to me slave
status.  My master had been in his study for about an hour and eventually
returned to the living room where I was positioned exposed in the window.

"Now, slave, you may have heard that it is the slave who is really in
control as he can leave whenever he wants but I want you to know that in
your case that is just not true.  If you ever disobey me or try to leave
then a copy of this will be sent to your head teacher, the head of the PTA
and some of your pupils.  Now come and watch."

I scurried over to my master and knelt beside him as he put a video tape in
the machine.  I was stunned!  What I saw was me apparently having sex with
a young teenager against his will.  I was clearly recognisable but boyslave
was not.  He just looked like a fourteen year old boy tied and blindfolded
and forced to have sex with a middle aged man wearing a leather harness and
boots and with body piercings.  My face was clearly shown and my voice
quite recognisable.  I knew I was now completely at the mercy of this man
to whom I had quite voluntarily given myself.  The tape finished.

"Now, come and suck me off.  That tape's made me horny!"