This is my first story on Nifty, although I have written others in the past. The usual disclaimers apply, age, objections to man on man sex etc. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome!
Last time...
Master led me down the stairs on the length of chain i had brought with me and the three of us set off. It didn't take people long to start pointing and staring at me, crawling along the pavement, clad only in a too small rubber shirt with my belly hanging out the bottom and a pair of leather chastity shorts. i could feel myself blushing beetroot red, but on the other hand, i didn't give a damn - by allowing myself to be humiliated in this manner, i was serving my Lord And Master as He wished it to be. End Of! We didn't have very far to go until we were in the town centre, where i was led to a very prestigious tattoo and body piercing parlour - what now? i was soon to find out! Sir spoke first when he saw someone he knew behind the desk.
'James! How are you m'love?! I've brought my good friend Andrew along, complete with his slave. it needs some tit piercings and a 'Property Of Andrew Veitch' tattoo doing - can you do it today please?'
James was the campest wee queen i have EVER clapped eyes on - even more so than Ben, the receptionist at my office!
'Oh Daviiid, I don't knowww... We're reeaally busyyy todaaayy...' Sir whispered in James ear. 'REEAALLY?' he squeaked, 'it's a bit fat isn't it? I'll get Frankie on to it - He'll sort the whore out - I want seeing to as well mind!'
i couldn't help feeling i had been prostituted out to achieve something being done to me that i might not like...
Chapter 4.
Master wasn't looking terribly happy at this point, until Sir explained what was happening. 'Sorry about that Andrew, but your boi WILL be pierced and inked today. it will need to suck a couple of real men's cocks and drink some piss to show it's gratitude, but I thought that was a small price to pay really... Have you thought about what you want?'
By this point Master was grinning from ear to ear! me? less so... 'Ok James, let's talk turkey! I want the dirty slut's tits pierced twice. The first piercing will be a stainless steel segment ring, 1.6mm thick and 16mm diameter, so that it's heavy enough for me to hang weights on, and I want bars put through in front of them, but they need to be an inch long. As far as the tat goes, I want it above the left tit. An elegant script, but bold, Property Of on the first line and Andrew Veitch on the second line. On it's back I want SLAVE in nice bold three inch letters, across the shoulder blades so it stands out.'
James was getting extremely excited - i could see his bulge in his trousers. it was HUGE! Who knew a twink like that would have such a monster cock? i couldn't wait to try and deep throat him... At James' call, Master led me through to the private room, while Sir waited outside - that struck me as odd, but none of my business! James introduced us to Frankie, who was a massive muscled demi-god of a man and at least 6 foot 4. i suspect even Master's knees went slightly weak at the sight of him! He had a few tattoos, but nothing excessive - they were mostly celtic in design and there was one i recognised as a previous Pride logo with the related rainbow colours! He spoke in a deep baritone voice. 'Well now, what's this? Looks like a fat cunt starting to be owned!'
Master spoke, 'it IS owned - by ME! However, while it's ass is all mine, you are more than welcome to use it's mouth but it's excuse for a cock is pathetic and not worth bothering with! it's peepee is caged, but only to stop the fat slapper playing with it while it's unsupervised.'
Frankie barked at me, 'Right you fat douche, shirt off, up on the table and flat on your back!'
i looked at Master for permission, 'you heard the man, do as you're told or do you want a flogging when I get you home?' At that, i scrambled straight onto the table, removed my t-shirt and lay on my back.
Frankie was impressed. 'it's quite agile for such a lard arse really!'
'Thank you Frankie! it needs to add at least another 75lbs, because I want it's belly dragging on the ground as it moves around, so we'll see how it copes with that! If you need to strap my bumboi down, feel free...'
'Yeah, I think I will - slave cunts aren't always willing to be inked and pierced...'
Accordingly, i was secured into the cuffs attached to the table. Frankie also produced a ball gag, explaining to Master that as well as silencing 'the fat bastard' it would give me something to bite down on - and it was included in the price, so He would get to keep it anyway. That was fine, so the next step was the first piercing. Bloody hell! i screamed anyway, so Master took the belt from his skin-tight jeans, which were also held up with braces. That had always struck me as odd, but when he folded it in half and smacked my soft belly flesh with it, i realised why...
'Shut it fatty, or there's more of that!
i managed to contain my squeals for the remaining three piercings, then Frankie started tattooing my chest just above my heart. That wasn't a sharp, searing pain like the rings and bars, it was more like a stinging pain - like hundreds of bees. Once the front tattoo was done, i was released. 'Right fatso, turn over!' It was just as well i was gagged, because when i turned over, my not insubstantial weight was on my front and the pain from the piercings and tattoo was incredible... By the time he was finished, i was blinded by tears and snot. Frankie released my limbs and removed the gag. Master spoke, 'What do you say, douche-bag?'
i managed to sniff out a 'Thank You Master, and Thank You Mister Frankie for spending your time on a fat, worthless slave like me.' i felt Master's belt across my newly tattooed shoulder blades. 'Pathetic! Try again - and this time sound like you mean it!'
i dried my eyes with my fingers and wiped my nose on the back of my arm. 'Master, Thank You for spending time and money having my girly tits pierced and marking me as your property. Mister Frankie Sir, Thank You for spending your valuable time piercing my girly tits and marking me as my Master's Property. Please will you do me the honour of allowing a worthless slave to suck your handsome cock?'
'That's better fag, I'm almost proud to own you now! Well Frankie, its mouth is all yours if you want to abuse it!'
Frankie did take Master up on his offer and i was not disappointed. His cock was indeed a handsome specimen - 9 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter, and not even rock hard yet! i was instructed to open His trousers using my teeth, so i started with His thick black leather belt - i wouldn't mind a spanking with that some time! - i struggled a bit with the button, but i managed it eventually and the zip was easy. Frankie helped me by pushing His trousers down, but it was up to me to release His cock. With His trousers out of the way, i nuzzled at His growing erection and licked at the head through the fabric of His AussieBum boxer trunks in the True Blue style - i know this, because all of my underwear at home is AussieBum and i love it! - anyway, i pulled at the leg with my teeth, then the other side until the waistband was low enough for me to grip it between my teeth. i pulled and Frankie's by now rock hard dick sprang free and smacked me in the face. Like the cocksucking whore i am, i didn't have to be told to open wide! i tipped my head back, so that the angle would be right for Frankie to rape my throat - and rape it he did! He forced his monster straight in, without mercy, and i'm proud to say i swallowed it whole! i lifted my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of the cock that was invading my gullet and closed my lips around it to create a vacuum of sorts. i knew i must be doing something right, because very shortly, He started moaning in pleasure, 'Oh yes, damned faggot cocksucker, suck my dick, take my seed, Oh YES! I'm breeding your slutty throat, swallow it cunt, yes, yes, OH YES!!! Aahhh... Fantastic! Andrew, that's one of the best blowjobs I've ever had - Thank you!' As Frankie was withdrawing, i 'accidentally' scraped my teeth on His shaft, eliciting a sharp exclamation and a slap. 'Ow! You careless cunt! I've a good mind to take my belt and thrash your fat arse!' YES! Exactly what i wanted! i looked to Master for His response.
'I am extremely disappointed in you slave, I thought I had trained you better than that. I suppose I need to let Frankie thrash you, you do deserve it after all - but whatever he gives you, I'll give you 4 times that when I get you home! STAND!'
Master unlocked the various padlocks on my shorts and said, 'Ok Frankie, all yours! Do NOT let me down again slut!'
Frankie barked at me, 'Right you fat slag, drop your shorts and bend over! Hands as far down your legs as you can manage and count. I will decide when to stop!'
With that, He removed his belt, folded it in half, slapped it against His leg and started on me... 'Sir! One Sir!' and so it went on until we got all the way to 30. That meant i had earned 120 from Master! Bloody hell!!! Frankie's thrashing hurt too - He's a BIG man and he certainly put some force into belting my ass which was red raw - and i still had Master's thrashing to come! i remembered my manners and thanked Frankie humbly and profusely, kissing the toes of His shiny black Doctor Marten boots. Asking for permission to speak, i asked if i was to service James too, as per the arrangement he had set up with Sir? Frankie stuck his head round the door and roared, 'JAMES! In here, NOW!!' James scurried in and knelt on the floor, obviously awaiting further instruction. 'Strip and present, BITCH!' James stripped out of his tailored slim fit shirt and pin-striped trousers, then stood up, legs spread and hands on top of his head. i realised that the bulge i thought was a monster cock was in actual fact a chastity cage of similar design to my own.
'You will have realised that James is my bitch and should not have tried to elicit any sexual favours for himself. He will now have to face the consequences of his actions. Andrew, I punished your boi, so it seems only fair that you should punish mine for trying to rise above his station with yours! I would suggest 15 lashes with your belt.'
'That sounds appropriate, although I'm sure you will be adding to that total - perhaps in your own time?'
'Oh yes! Like you, I will be quadrupling the punishment!'
James took his punishment, although he lost count at 12, so Master started again which meant he got 27.
'Useless bitch!' Frankie spat the words at James. '4 times 27 is 108, but I may as well round it up to 120 - that will teach you to lose count faggot! Kneel!' Frankie pointed to the floor at His feet. He then proceeded to piss on James' head, which ran down his body and onto the floor. 'Clean that up slag, then get dressed and go back to work.'
Master told me to pull up my shorts and lock myself in, then He put my gag back in and put my shirt in His bag, attached my chain and went out to find David. Sir was waiting where we had left Him, but had got Himself a new tattoo in the process - a nice Celtic band around His right bicep. He commented on the work Master had had done to me. 'Nice job Andrew, very smart!' 'Thanks David, I'm pleased with it myself! Fancy a beer on Rose Street? It's a nice day, so we can sit outside...