This is my first story for Nifty -- I hope you like it. Feel free to let me have suggestions, thoughts, etc. to spnkinguk@live.co.uk.
Cheers
Matt
Andy finished work as usual on Friday afternoon. He went down to the work gym, but didn't do his usual evening workout. Rather, as he had done almost every Friday afternoon for the previous 8 years, he undressed, put his suit into a suit carrier, folded the rest of his clothes and put them into a holdall. From the holdall he took out a pair of running shorts, a singlet and a pair of trainers. He then went and had a shower, spending a long time making sure that he was thoroughly clean. He made sure he was alone, and unscrewed the shower head so he could use the hose as a makeshift douche, and cleaned himself out inside as well as out. Once he was clean, he had a careful shave, dried and dressed in the shorts and singlet.
He headed for his car, putting the suit and holdall in the boot. He drove out of London, on auto-pilot almost as he covered the route he covered every Friday, until he was out in the countryside. He took smaller and smaller turnings off the road, until he arrived at a gate to a track through a wood in an isolated lane. Next to the gate was a locked mail box on a post. Andy got out of his car, and quickly removed his trainers and trhe minimal amount of clothing he had been wearing. He put these in the boot of his car and locked it. Now naked in the open, he took a small key from his car key ring, and opened the box. Inside was a locking leather collar and padlock, a red ball gag and a butt plug and lube. With his cock now hard, Andy put the mail box key onto the ring of the padlock and locked the collar around his neck, he put the gag in his mouth and buckled it behind his head and then lubed his arse and slowly inserted the butt plug. When his anus had closed around the head of the plug, Andy put his carkeys in the box and shut it on it, hearing the lock spring shut. He now had no choice but to go on -- naked, collared, gagged and plugged.
Andy was a sight to behold. 36 years old, blond, in good shape, his body hair waxed apart from a small, tidily trimmed patch of pubes above his cock, which was now fully hard as the plug in his arse massaged his prostate as he walked to the gate. Opening it and passing through, he closed it behind him and walked down the track, leaving his car, his clothing, and his life as an executive behind him. Like every weekend since he was 28, he was now his Master's slave until he was released on Monday morning. As he walked, barefoot and on display, down the track he just felt like he was coming home, knowing every inch of the ground under his feet.
Finally, he turned a corner to see a small cottage in a clearing in the wood. A car was parked outside, and it looked like a regular country holiday cottage. Andy padded round to the back of the cottage, climbed the three steps to the verandah at the back, and knelt on the doormat outside the back door, clasped his hands behind his back and waited. After a while he heard a noise, but didn't move. He heard footsteps and then realised that someone was climbing the steps as well. A naked form came into his peripheral vision and Andy's cock and heart climbed. His slave brother, Julian, was going to be spending the weekend with him and Master. Andy was really pleased; Julian was only able to get away about one weekend in six, and Master hadn't told Andy that he was expecting him. Andy looked round as Julian knelt next to him and tried to smile though his gag. Julian did the same, and nuzzled close to Andy as they knelt awaiting their Master.
Julian was a contrast to Andy. Shorter and wiry, he was also dark-haired. His body hair was completely shaved, unlike Andy's small amount of hair above his genitals. Julian's cock was longer and thicker than Andy's when flaccid, but much the same size when erect, as it was now. Andy's, however, pointed straight up to the sky, while Julian's was more inclined towards the horizontal. Like Andy, Julian was collared, plugged and gagged. Andy guessed that Julian had brought his with him, so as to surprise him when there was only one set in the box at the gate.
After what seemed like forever, the door opened in front of the two boys. There stood their Master, dressed in boots, jeans and a white t-shirt which showed off his toned torso. He reached down, and clipped a leash onto each of the slaves' collars. They fell onto all fours and followed him into the house. Master sat down, stuck his boots out in front of him, and the two naked boys joyfully set to work licking and kissing their Master's gorgeous black boots, happy to know that they were home and where they ought to be again.