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