Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 00:51:37 +0000 From: Bastian Ward Subject SOUTHERN CROSS STATION Chapter 3 This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay authoritarian fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now. All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story. The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author's beliefs or sexual practices. If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Please consult with a health professional. Don't contact the author with commercial requests or advertising, I can find enough of that on the internet to fill my every want, need, or desire. Do contact me if you want to talk about the story, ask questions, send messages, or give feedback. Feel free to make suggestions but I do not guarantee that any of them will be used, particularly if they require any of the characters to act outside of parameters of the story or their bio. If you liked this chapter, or would like to find out what happens next. Please donate to Nifty, so they can keep the archive going and you can find out what happens next, or find something even better written by someone else Thanks. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html SOUTHERN CROSS STATION CHAPTER 3 LATER DAY 2 By Bastian Ward Sir came downstairs and found Eric in `kneeling rest'. He walked past Eric, ignoring him completely. At the sound of Sir on the stairs, Eric's heart leapt, but he was disappointed when Sir just ignored him kneeling at the base of the stairs. When Sir was almost at the stairs that led down to the dungeon, he uttered a one-word command, `Come'. Eric jumped to his feet and followed along behind Sir. Eric found Sir standing in the centre of the open space just inside the door. "Kneeling display," was the only thing he said to Eric, as he walked through the door. Instantly Eric dropped to his knees with his hands locked behind his neck and his eyes downcast. He watched Sir's boots as they disappeared from his line of sight while Sir made his selection from off the wall. Sir walked behind Eric and told him to put his hands behind his back. As soon as he did, Eric felt Sir put a pair of handcuffs on his wrists and locking them closed. At the sound of the audible click, Eric sighed. Sir grabbed hold of the loose end of the chain locked onto the collar around Eric's neck. He walked to the other end of the bench, in the room, and pulled on the end of the chain. When Eric had his pelvis hard against his end of the bench, and his torso lying on top of the bench. Sir continued to pull on the chain until it was tight and when Sir was happy that Eric couldn't move on the bench, he locked his end of the chain to an eyelet at his end of the bench. Now, Eric was held firmly in place. Sir made short work of securing Eric's ankles to the legs of the bench. When Sir was happy with his handiwork, he went and selected a blindfold from off the rack and secured it around Eric's head. Now, not only couldn't Eric move, but now he couldn't see either, and now his cock, balls, and arse were now totally exposed so that Sir could do anything he wanted to them and Eric had no way of protecting them. But Eric was far from being displeased with the situation. In fact, his cock was standing at full mast. Well, that is his cock was standing at full mast until Sir kicked him in the groin as hard as he could. Eric screamed. "What did I tell you about that, boy?" he asked Eric. Eric tried to get his breathing under control enough to answer him, but when Eric was finally able to open his mouth to reply. Sir stuffed his mouth with a penis gag and secured it behind Eric's head as well. Now Eric was totally secured to the end of the bench, blindfolded and gagged, bent over the bench with his arse and genitals totally exposed. While his cock and balls throbbed from the kick Sir had just given them, Eric prayed that his cock'd have the good sense to stay down this time. Eric felt Sir grab his nuts and pull them as far away from Eric's body as his ball bag would allow. Eric felt Sir wrap something around his nut sack. Eric then felt Sir pull on whatever was wrapped around his nut sack, pulling his nuts back towards his perineum and continued up his arse crack, which put more pressure on the butt plug that was still in situ. Sir continued to pull on it until he could tie it off on Eric's collar. Now Eric's groin was giving him a world of pain, and Eric was loving it. So much so that Eric was now moaning softly into the gag in his mouth. Eric wasn't concentrating on what Sir was doing until he felt the rattan cane make contact with his abused arse. If Eric hadn't been secured so tightly to the bench, he would have jumped. As it was, after the third or fourth switch from the cane, Eric's mind started to release endorphins, and Eric slowly began to ride the high that was building inside his head. Eric didn't care how many Strokes he'd received from the cane, all he cared about was the buzz he was experiencing in his head. He had no idea that his glutes and thighs had started to spasm involuntarily. He didn't even know when Sir had switched from the cane to a paddle; he was only vaguely aware that Sir was now paddling his poor abused cock and balls. Sir stopped paddling Eric's cock and balls. He pulled the cord to one side and in one fell swoop pulled the butt plug out of Eric's arse. Only to replace it with his own cock as he finally fucked Eric for the first time. Eric had the presence of mind enough to clamp down on Sir's cock, mind you, Eric had never had such a big cock up his arse before. Even though he'd had the biggest butt plug he'd ever shoved up his arse before, it was still a bit of a struggle accommodating Sir's mammoth member. Eric felt Sir's cock buck in his arse as it spewed it's load of hot cum up his arse, and Sir collapsed on to Eric's back, and he laid there until he was able to catch his breath. Sir eventually got off Eric. He reinserted the butt plug and undid the restraints that bound Eric's ankles to the legs of the table. He walked down to the other end of the bench and released the chain, but left the cord tied to Eric's collar. Eric didn't change his position on the table but waited for Sir's next instruction. Sir told Eric to stand up, which he did and that relieved some of the pressure off his ball bag. Sir told him to stand in front of the cross that was attached to the wall. Sir secured him against the cross so that he was stretched spreadeagled on it. Sir added a length of rope between his ankles so that he had something to attach the cord from his nuts too. Having made sure Eric was secured tightly to the St Andrews Cross he went back to the rack and selected a whip. Eric didn't know anything about it until he heard the crack and felt the single tailed whip make contact with the skin on his back. Sir kept up the blows until he'd given Eric ten strokes, which kept Eric grunting around the penis gag in his mouth. Sir walked up and examined his handiwork, as a testament to his skill with the whip, no two stripes were in the same spot. Each red welt only crossed over each other on the far side of Eric's back. He ran his hand down Eric's back. He could feel the fine sheen of sweat that had started to appear on Eric's back. He continued to run his hand over Eric's arse and felt the heat still radiating off his glutes. Sir reached down and pulled on Eric's nut, increasing the pain that was radiating up from them, which caused Eric to moan all the harder into the penis gag in his mouth. Sir stood back from Eric and lashed his back some more with the whip until the sweat was dripping down Eric's back, and running over his arse and down his crack and continued down his legs and the cord to pool on the floor at his feet. Sir put the whip back and undid Eric's bonds and told him to turn around, and Sir reattached Eric to the cross. Sir found a bucket of pegs and starting from halfway down his inner upper arms he ran a line of pegs down both arms and continued down the sides of his chest. Then starting at the top of Eric's breast bone, Sir ran two lines of pegs down the inside of his pectoral muscles and continued to outline them until the line of pegs met up with the line of pegs already running down the side of his chest. Then starting at the base of Eric's breast bone, Sir outlined Eric's abdomen and well defined eight pack and finished the line just across the top of his pubic area. Sir continued down Eric's body outlined Eric's cock with pegs as well as down the outside of Eric's stretched ball bag and continued down his inner thighs almost to Eric's knees. Sir stood back and admired his handiwork. Realising he'd forgotten one important thing, Sir reached down and pulled down on Eric's foreskin as hard as he could and stretched it out and covered it with four pegs. Sir left Eric attached to the cross and covered in pegs, while he went and got himself a drink. When he returned, he selected a riding crop from the rack, then after taking a moment to admire his handiwork, he started to flick the pegs lightly with the riding crop. Ensuring he didn't start any kind of a pattern to keep Eric from being able to predict where he was going to strike the next peg. He loved watching Eric squirming from the pain. Sir increased the pressure he was using to knock the pegs until he started to knock them off, and by the time he got down to Eric's abdomen, Eric was screaming into his gag. But Sir totally ignored Eric and continued down and started to flick the pegs on Eric's cock until they also went flying off Eric's body. When the final peg was flicked off Eric's foreskin his cock had started to rise to attention, but because his nuts were still tied to the chain between his feet. Eric's cock could only point to the floor just in front of him. Sir ignored his erection, for now, as he was having too much fun knocking all the pegs off. So, he continued to knock the pegs off Eric's inner thighs, then when he'd finally finished knocking all the pegs off Eric's body. Sir went back and rubbed all the red welts that were left by the pegs, again randomly to keep Eric on edge, now Eric was screaming continually into his gag. Which only caused Sir to rub the welts harder, until he tired of the game and left Eric tied to the cross, panting trying to catch his breath. Sir grabbed an old towel and dried the sweat off Eric's chest and genitals, giving Eric the false hope that Sir might have been finished torturing him for now, but of course, he was wrong. The next thing Eric felt was small burning pricks of pain as Sir dropped molten wax onto Eric's exposed chest. Because Eric was standing upright, the drops of wax had time to run down his chest a little bit before they cooled and hardened on his chest. Sir aimed carefully as he made is slow way down Eric's chest and abdomen. By the time, Sir had reached Eric's abdomen Eric was in a world of pain again, somewhere in Eric's brain he worked out where Sir was heading for, and he started to beg Sir not to drip any wax on his cock. But Eric could only mumble around the penis gag in his mouth, and of course, Sir just ignored him completely, and Eric screamed when the first drops of molten wax fell on his exposed erect cock. Of course, it had the desired effect, and Eric's cock started to shrivel, which didn't stop Sir from dropping the molten wax on it. When Eric's cock was totally covered in wax, it started to drip down into his nuts and sack, which was still tied to the chain between his ankles. Sir pulled on the cord, pulling his nut forward so that more wax fell on his exposed sack and balls. When Eric's cock, sack and balls were completely covered in wax, Sir stopped dripping wax on to Eric. Sir blew out the candle and leaving Eric tied to the cross he went upstairs and made himself something to eat, leaving Eric zoned out with the pain. After Sir had finished his meal, he went back down into the dungeon to find Eric slumped in his bonds, and he was pleased to see that Eric hadn't knocked too much of the solidified wax off his body. Very quietly Sir retrieved the riding crop from off the rack. He stood directly in front of Eric, and hitting Eric as hard as he could with the riding crop; he knocked all the solidified wax of Eric's chest and torso. By the time, Sir got down to Eric's pubic region, Eric was screaming at Sir to stop, which Sir couldn't understand around the gag in his mouth but Sir continued down until he was whipping all the wax from off his exposed cock, sack and balls. Consequently, by the time Sir had finished, Eric had almost screamed himself hoarse, and he was hanging on the cross with his chest heaving once again Eric was drenched in his own sweat. Sir returned the riding crop to the rack, and standing very close to Eric, Sir started to stroke Eric's face and talking quietly to him until he'd calmed down enough so that Sir could release him from the cross. Eric slumped to the floor as soon as his bonds were released, and Sir left him there while he put things away. When Sir had finished, he untied Eric's sack and removed the blindfold and penis gag. He ordered Eric upstairs to have his meal and to clean up the dining room and kitchen. Eric found his bowl on the floor, and he got down on all fours and wolfed down his meal that had been soaking in Sir's hot piss but was now stone cold, but Eric didn't care, he ate it anyway. When he'd finished, Eric cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen. Eric went back down to the dungeon and cleaned up, when he'd finished he went back upstairs, and Sir grabbed the end of the chain that was dragging on the floor. He led Eric outside and attached the chain to the clothesline, then leaving Eric tied up for the night, Sir went back indoors and turned out the outside light. Leaving Eric to make himself as comfortable as he could, and Eric fell off to sleep almost immediately. ************* Sunday dawned hot and clear, but that wasn't what woke Eric with such a start. Sir had just dumped a bucket of frigid water on him, and Eric lay there gasping from the shock. Sir unlocked the chain from around the clothesline and gave Eric the old towel to dry himself off. Sir reached down and grabbing hold of Eric's cock he pointed it at the garden and told Eric to piss, which he did. When Eric had finished relieving himself, Sir shook the drips off and held his hand up for Eric to lick clean. When Eric had finished, Sir told him to get his breakfast ready. Eric ran inside and quickly got Sir's breakfast on, and while he was waiting for it to cook, he got his own Weet-bix out of the cupboard and put them in his bowl. He found the jar of Sir's morning piss and poured that over his Weet-bix and left it on the floor to soak while he turned his attention back to Sir's cooked breakfast. He served Sir his breakfast and his coffee, and then he went back to the kitchen and got down on all fours and ate his breakfast out of his bowl. When he'd finished, Eric washed his bowl in the laundry and went back to the dining room to see if Sir had finished his breakfast. As he hadn't, Sir just pointed at his crotch, and Eric crawled under the table, he got Sirs' cock and balls out of his pants and sucked as much of them into his mouth as he could, and there he stayed sitting on his arse with Sir's genitals in his mouth. When Sir had finally finished his breakfast, he removed his cock and balls from Eric's mouth, dried them on the napkin and stuffed them back into his pants and left Eric to clean up. When Eric had finished cleaning up the dining room and kitchen, he gave downstairs a quick dusting and swept the floors. Having finished all of that he went into kneeling display at the base of the stairs and waited for Sir's next set of instructions. Sir came back downstairs and again totally ignored Eric kneeling at the base of the stairs until he was almost at the stairs to the dungeon. Then he uttered his one-word command, `come' as he continued down to the dungeon, while Eric scrambled to his feet and ran after Sir. Eric found Sir waiting for him standing just in the entrance to the dungeon. Sir pulled the key out of his pocket and undid the padlock to Eric's collar and chain. The chain fell down until it was running down the crack of his arse. Sir told him to bend over and spread his arse cheeks. When Eric complied, and the chain fell to the floor, Sir pulled the butt plug out and gave it to Eric to lick clean. When Eric had finished cleaning the butt plug, Sir told him to go to the toilet and have a shower, Eric scooted into the toilet and leaving the toilet seat up he had a big shit. When he'd finished, Eric went into the bathroom and had a cold shower; there was a hose attached to the shower head so that Eric could give himself an enema at the same time. When Eric was all clean, both inside and out, he got out of the shower and picking the old towel up from off the floor, he dried himself thoroughly and went to find Sir waiting for him in the dungeon. When Eric had the `flat' installed under the house, he'd had the floor lowered so that there was enough room to be able to suspend him from the ceiling without being able to touch the floor. Not that he told the builders that, he just told the builders it was because he was so tall, he didn't want to feel as though he had to keep ducking all the time. So, when Eric had finished his shower, he found Sir waiting bellow the rope and pulley set up, that Eric had installed. Sir attached the cuffs to Eric's wrists and hoisted him towards the ceiling until his feet were off the ground. Sir tied off the rope and selected a whip with three tails and proceeded to whip Eric while he hung suspended. When Sir had finished with Eric's back, arse, and the backs of his legs, he spun Eric around and proceeded to whip his chest and upper thighs. At some point, Eric gave in and started to scream with each strip he received from the whip. When Sir tired of whipping Eric, and while he was still tied up like a side of meat, Sir got the razor and covering Eric in shaving crème he proceeded to give Eric a full body shave. Paying particular attention to his arse and cock and balls, and even though Sir hadn't broken Eric's skin with the whip. Eric's skin was still tender, and it hurt him being shaved straight after getting whipped, which made him scream that much more. When Sir was happy with the shave he'd given Eric, he let him down, and while Eric was laying on the floor Sir undid the cuffs at Eric's wrists and moved them down to his ankles. This time when Eric was hoisted back up towards the ceiling his legs were pulled apart, and Sir shaved his perineum, and when he'd finished Sir got a dildo from off the wall and forcing into Eric's arse, he started to fuck Eric with it. Until Eric's cock was rock hard, Sir picked up the bucket of cold water he had by him and poured it over Eric. Eric's cock shrivelled the moment the cold water hit it, and it left Eric gasping as the cold water ran down his torso. Sir got a tube of sports liniment and started to massage it into Eric's exposed cock and balls, and at first, Eric thought it was a good thing, that Sir was finally giving him some enjoyment. Until the liniment soaked into the skin, and Eric started to scream as it felt as though his cock and balls were on fire. Between his screams, Eric begged Sir to stop rubbing the liniment into his cock and balls. Even after Sir had stopped rubbing in the liniment, Eric's cock and balls burnt for a good five minutes, and by the time the pain had subsided Eric's chest was heaving, and he was covered in sweat again, and it ran up his nose and into his eyes. Sir left Eric suspended upside down and went upstairs to get himself something to eat, by the time he came back downstairs, Eric had air dried and had started to doze. Sir slapped Eric's arse hard to wake him up. He let Eric down and gave him his butt plug, collar, chain, and padlock, and after Eric had inserted the butt plug and reattached the collar and chain around his neck with the padlock. Sir waited for Eric to clean up his mess in the dungeon, and when he'd finished, he followed Sir upstairs where he found his lunch that Sir had left for him in his bowl, and of course, Sir had pissed all over it. Eric ate his lunch and cleaned his bowl in the laundry, and then cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, when he'd finished he went to find Sir sitting in the lounge. Sir informed Eric that he was having a house warming party, and he wanted Eric to prepare something for his guests to eat, as well as getting something for them to drink. Also, Sir informed Eric that as the boy of the house he would have to greet all of Sir's guests and make them feel welcome. `Finally,', Eric thought, `now he'd be able to get dressed.' Mind you, he mused to himself, he was beginning to get used to being naked in the house with only his collar, chain, and butt plug on. He was certain that Sir wouldn't want him to answer the door naked. Eric had no idea just how wrong he was going to be. Sir sent Eric shopping late in the morning, and again he was only clad in his work gear, his very crusty jockstrap, his running shorts with the splits up the side, which did absolutely nothing to cover his jock, and consequently his cock and balls in his jock. He wore his skimpy t-shirt and of course his butt plug remained in situ, and he wore his collar with its full-size padlock. As Sir said, it was to remind Eric that he was Sir's slave. Sir's property. No one else was allowed to make use of him without Sir's permission. When Eric returned home with the shopping, his jock strap was very wet and dripping from all the pre-cum he'd leaked while out in public. What with the butt plug pressing on Eric's prostrate something fierce, added to that was Eric's embarrassment of shopping in his attire. Mind you; it was the exact same outfit he wore to work every day. Eric's justification for wearing this ensemble to work, was because he was a labourer, and he ran around the worksite all day, and he got very hot. Consequently, he got very hot, particularly in the summer, to wear anything more, that plus the fact that he liked all the looks he got. But adding the huge butt plug and collar complete with the brass padlock, made Eric very self-conscious. And being self-conscious gave Eric's cock more attention that it really needed; consequently, it was semi-hard, and it was very noticeable in the jock strap as it did tent the fabric quite a lot. And, being semi-aroused meant that his cock leaked pre-cum the entire time he was out, which is why his jock strap was a wet, sodden mess again by the time Eric got home. So much so that it was dripping pre-cum. Eric put the shopping by the door, and stripped out of Sir's clothes and folded them neatly and placed them by the front door. Only when that was all done, did Eric ring the front door bell and he went into kneeling display, facing the street of course. That was how he waited for Sir to come and let him inside, and although he'd been doing this all weekend, he still wasn't comfortable with it at all. So much so, that his cock had almost reached full mast before Eric heard the door, but still he didn't move. He knew enough, after the last time, to wait for Sir's command to enter. `Come,' Sir barked at him. Eric picked up his clothes and put them under his arm so that he could pick up the bags of shopping. When he put pressure on the clothes, to keep them in place under his arm, he could feel the pre-cum being squeezed out of his jockstrap and start to trickle down his side. Eric picked up the bags of shopping and went through the front door, where he reversed the process. He carefully put the bags of shopping on the floor. Then he took the clothes out from under his arm and placed them on the floor beside the shopping. Then, and only then did he gently close the front door. All the while ensuring he didn't cover himself up, or hide behind the door so that anyone who wanted to could see him from the street. When Eric had quietly closed the front door, he picked up Sir's clothes and put them back under his arm, so that more pre-cum could run down his side. He gathered up all the bags of shopping and took them to the kitchen where he found the key to the padlock, as well as the chain. Eric put the shopping on the bench and placed Sir's clothes on the floor. Standing upright Eric picked up the key and unlocked the padlock, then picking up the chain he put one of the end links onto the shank of the padlock. Eric then cinched the padlock closed, so it was still attached to the collar. So, once again the chain was hanging from the padlock and collar. Eric turned his collar around so that the chain was again hanging at his back. He leant forward arching his back, and while he was in this position, he spread his arse cheeks and trapped the chain in his arse crack. Eric then held his arse cheeks together while he stood upright. This way, Eric found that the chain didn't pull on his collar so much. When Eric had got himself `dressed' he put Sir's clothes in the laundry for himself for next time. Which Eric suddenly realised would be tomorrow when he was going to work. `Oh well', Eric thought to himself, he couldn't worry about that now, besides, he thought, if he throws a good party for Sir tonight, he just might be able to wear clean clothes tomorrow. Anyway, pushing those thoughts aside Eric went back to the kitchen to prepare all the food he'd bought. It took him a couple of hours, but he'd finally had all the finger food prepared, and either on platters in the fridge or on trays in the oven; with the oven on a low heat to warm the food. Sir walked into the kitchen just as Eric had finished cleaning up. "Come," was all Sir said to Eric as he headed down to the dungeon. "It's time to make you presentable before my guests arrive." With that, he unlocked the padlock and removed Eric's collar and chain. He told Eric to bend over, and he pulled out the butt plug, and because Eric had worn his collar, chain, and butt plug so consistently over the course of the weekend, he now felt naked without them. Sir picked up a set of stocks and rested it behind Eric's neck, and across his shoulders. Without being told too, Eric put his wrists in the grooves cut out for them; and Sir locked the stocks closed. Sir picked up some other items and told Eric to "come". Eric followed Sir upstairs, which was now a little difficult because he didn't want to get the stocks caught on the walls or the doorframes. Eric also found it a little difficult to walk full stop, but he did as he was told, and followed Sir to the entrance hall. Sir told Eric to sit on the chair that was there, and Sir proceeded to encase his feet and legs in Eric's thigh high, 12" stiletto leather boots. Which Sir laced up as tightly as he could. Sir told Eric to open his mouth, and he inserted the penis gag and cinched it closed behind his head. Sir told Eric to stand up, which he did somewhat shakily. Sir told Eric to lean forward, and when he'd complied, he felt Sir insert something cold and metallic into his arse. When Eric's arse lips closed over the ball at the tip, Eric realised that it was his anal hook as Sir pushed the hook all the way in. Sir then had Eric stand up straight; he threaded one end of the cord that was attached to the ring at the end of the anal hook through the eyelet in the back of the stock just behind Eric's neck. He had Eric lean back as far as he could and tied the two ends of the rope together, then when Eric stood upright again, he found the hook attached to the stocks forced him to stand ramrod straight. Sir held up a silver tray with a raised edge running all the way around it, and a handle running over the top from side to side. Attached to the handle in the middle was a short length of chain with a very large clip on the end. Eric thought he knew what Sir was going to do with it and prayed he was wrong, but he wasn't. Sir reached down and pulled Eric's foreskin as far down as he could, and then he clipped the tray to Eric's foreskin. So, now it hung between his legs. Sir attached a spreader bar to the backs of Eric's boots so that the tray hung freely of the end of his cock. When Sir was happy with his handiwork, he picked up the blindfold and put it over Eric's eyes and cinched it closed behind his head. Eric heard Sir exclaim about the time and that he had to go upstairs to get changed before he left he told Eric that he had to greet all of Sir's visitors. While Eric was trying to puzzle out just how he was going to do that, he heard Sir unlock and open the front door wide, and clip it back against the wall so it couldn't blow closed. So, once again Eric was on full view to the street almost completely naked; and when he'd finished, Eric heard Sir go upstairs. Eric was trying to work out how he was to greet Sir's guests, and what the tray could be possibly used for; when he felt, someone, rub a calloused hand down his back and over his arse. Somewhat appreciatively. The contact almost made Eric jump out of his skin. "Fuck, Bruce wasn't lying when he said he had a beautiful house boy. Fuck, mate," he continued as he continued to run his hand appreciatively over Eric's abdomen and down to cup his balls. "Man, you are one prize filly, boy, aren't you?" Eric could only try to grunt around the gag in his mouth, and with the guy fondling his nuts, Eric could feel his cock trying to stiffen and lift the tray. Which again made Eric wonder why the tray was even hanging off his cock for in the first place, when the first guest, after having finished rubbing his hand all over Eric, took his set of car keys out of his pocket and dropping them on the tray. Thanking Eric for looking after them for him. When the weight of the keys hit the tray, Eric nearly jumped through the roof with the sudden pain in his cock. And he rightly assumed that all of Sir's guest were going to leave their keys with Eric to `look after'. Each guest touched Eric in some way or other, some rubbed their hands over his body, while some of the others hefted his balls. One guest even worked his finger up Eric's arse beside the ass hook that was in situ, but eventually, all the guests had arrived, and they all left their keys on the tray hanging from Eric's foreskin. It felt, to Eric as though his cock was being stretched bellow his knees. He kind of hoped that Sir wouldn't leave him like this all night, particularly as he was in full view of anyone who passed on the street and could look in the open door. Eric had no way of knowing that the guests had stayed for almost six hours before the party finally broke up and the guests took their leave. By now Eric was getting very stiff and sore from having to stay in the one position for so long. All of them took the chance to once again grope Eric's body in any way they saw fit, but Eric didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that they were all taking their keys from off the tray that was hanging from his foreskin and pulling on his cock. Eric heard Sir close the front door, and Eric prayed fervently that Sir was going to release him from his outfit. That was until Sir undid the clip that was holding the tray to Eric's foreskin, and the blood rushed back into his foreskin. Eric screamed into the penis gag in his mouth, and he kept screaming as Sir massaged his foreskin for him. By the time the sensations had returned to normal in his foreskin, Eric was panting from the effort of his screaming. Sir untied the hook from the back of the stocks, and then unlocked the stocks and placed them on the floor. He undid the blindfold and let that fall to the floor as well, while Eric blinked madly at the amount of light that was now assaulting his eyes. Sir undid the spreader bar and told Eric to sit on the seat while he unlaced the boots and allowed Eric to take them off, and while he was sitting down, Sir removed his penis gag. When Sir had finished releasing Eric from his bondage wear, he told Eric he was going up to bed and that he expected Eric to clean up before he went to bed. Sir asked Eric what time he had to get up for work, and after Eric had told him, Sir left him to clean up. Eric stood up on very wobbly legs, he closed and locked the front door, and he gathered up all the bondage gear and returned them to their rightful places in the dungeon. When Eric went back to the kitchen, he found his collar, chain, padlock, and butt plug waiting for him on the bench. Eric inserted the butt plug, and placed the collar around his neck, catching the last link of the chain in the shank of the padlock, he passed the shank through the loops on the collar and cinched it closed. He twisted the collar around on his neck until the chain ran down his back, and again he leant forward to give himself some slack in the chain. While he was in that position, he pulled his arse cheeks apart to allow the chain to fall down his crack, and when it was in situ. He held his arse cheeks closed, effectively holding the chain in place, and stood up. When he was happy that he had his attire, all sorted, he set about cleaning up the dining room and the kitchen. Eric had noticed that Sir had left something for him soaking in his bowl, so when he'd finished cleaning up, he got down on all fours and ate his meal. He washed his bowl in the laundry, then picking up the other padlock, Eric let himself out the back door and went down and locked the chain around the base of the clothesline with the other padlock and drifted off to sleep very happily. Don't forget to let me know what you think Cheers Bastian