It was a cold night in San Francisco when Master Vic decided it was time to take his slave for a public viewing. He had been training him for some weeks and the time had come to find out whether the training had paid off. They left home at about 9.30pm and set off towards the club in Vic's car. Master Vic was wearing jeans, with leather chaps and waistcoat. This revealed his lovely torso, while making his authority clear. Dennis was afforded no such pleasure. He had a leather collar and a pair of brief leather shorts. Nothing else.
They arrived in the car park and the Master leant over to his slave. He quickly attached a lead to the collar and told him to get out of the car. It was not very far from the car to the club entrance, but the cold soon made its mark on Dennis. His firm muscles were quickly covered in goosebumps, and his nipples rose to become two small rivets in the centre of his broad chest.
They entered the club and were hit by the warm glow of the atmosphere. It was quite dark in there, but their eyes soon got used to the light and they could see. At the far side was a bar and there were small tables dotted around. In various places Masters were sitting with their slaves by their sides. There was obviously some action going on at some tables while others were sitting just watching the scene. In the centre of the room was a small stage. At some stages in the evening it was open to anyone to go up onto the stage and to perform in whatever way they felt appropriate.
Master Vic found a suitable table and sat down. He led Dennis across the room on his leash and both were aware of the crowds watching and assessing the new arrivals. Dennis sat on the floor beside his Master, bursting with pride. Just the walk across the room had set his heart pounding. He had been with his Master for some weeks now and had loved the feeling of being owned and dominated. He revelled in the fact that he had no decisions to take and that his Master would look after him. His trust of his Master was now almost complete. He knew that whatever happened, painful or pleasurable, it was at his Master's command and that Vic would ensure that he was kept safe throughout. Pain and safety have a close relationship. Most people kept them apart, thinking that pain could not play a part with safety, but Dennis and Master Vic knew better.
They sat in the corner and watched the action. On the far side of the room a Master was being sucked off under the table by his slave. In another are two Masters sat at one table and were encouraging their slaves to fuck each other beside the table. Then there was a table where the Master sat with his slave behind him, licking and rimming his ass as he sat and watched the scene around him. It was all so very different to anything Dennis had ever experienced and he began to get very turned on. Master Vic leant down and removed the leather pants from him leaving him naked except for his collar. this attracted the attention of more people around the room, who checked him out. It was strange how different nakedness can feel from one situation to another. In this public place, in front of so many strangers Dennis felt he had entered a new depth of nakedness.
After a while a spot light came on to illuminate the stage. One of the Masters had decided it was time to show off is slave. He was a huge muscular man who looked distinctly mean. Dennis was glad that his Master was more attractive and less mean looking. He watched in awe as the stage show began. The Master took out a truncheon and waved it over his slave. It was about 60cm long, 4 cm in diameter, and black. The first 20 cms were smooth and thick. Then it had a ribbed centre section, with what looked like a series of 3 ball shaped bumps each sticking out about a further 2 cm, with each ball increasing in diameter. It looked horrendous. The slave did not look like he wanted anything to do with it.
First the slave was forced to lick the long black rod. He began to do so with obvious apprehension. This did not please the Master. He hit him across the face and told him to do so with more enthusiasm. The slave licked on looking more keen, but Dennis was not convinced that he was keen at all. Then the Master began to feed the rod into his slaves mouth. It was all he could do to open wide enough to take the top. When he had it in a way it was clear that it hit the back of the slave's throat. He gagged and it would go no further. It was one thing to take a cock in your throat: it would bend and help a little. But this thing. It was merciless. The Master spoke.
"It's no good. It won't go there. I will have to find another hole for it!" A huge cheer went up from the now watching crowd. Dennis sat in wonder and horror at what was going on. If this was where his Master had brought him, what had he in mind?
The stage-slave was told to turn around and to bend over. He did so, exposing his butt and asshole for everyone to see. The Master moved around him, circling him and raising the tension. He moved to the right angle and placed the head of the truncheon at the slaves hole. Nothing. Even at this distance Dennis could see the small puckered hole twitching in anticipation. The was no pressure applied for some time. The Master just let it rest and the crowd cheered and cajoled him to do more. Then the moment came. He moved a fraction closer and pressed. There was a brief moment of complete silence. Everyone held their breath. Then, after just a couple of seconds the force of the Master overcame the force of the slaves instinctive attempts at self preservation, and the top of the rod pushed him wide open. It slid slowly and gently into the slaves ass. Another huge cheer went up, so loud that it drowned out the scream of the slave. But Dennis didn't miss it. He was up there with that slave mentally.
The rod slowly sunk further into the salve who seemed to be able to take it, despite his loud protest as it entered. But then the moment arrived where the rod reached those bulges. It seemed unbelievable that they might be intended to go into him as well. But the Master kept on pushing. On reaching the first ball there was a pause. More pressure was applied and gradually the anus opened even further. Dennis drew breath and kept watching, transfixed by the vision before him.
The first ball popped in. Dennis gasped. He was rock hard and totally turned on by what he was watching. He suddenly felt Master Vic's hand reach down and take his collar. He was pulled up to his Master's lap and told to open the fly. He did so, keeping an eyes on what was happening on stage. He was clearly not the only one who was turned on. Maser Vic was also rock solid. He pushed Dennis's face down onto his hard cock and told him to suck. Meanwhile on stage the second sphere entered the slave. Another gasp from the crowd. Could this slave really take all three?
As Dennis sucked his Master another silence fell across the bar. After what seemed like an eternity the third ball entered this willing butt and a great cheer went up. There was now about 40 cm of club in the slave. The Master on stage raised is hands in triumph, leaving the black rod sticking out from his slave. He had taken the full extent of the weapon and the triumph of both Master and slave was clear. Dennis felt his Master's large organ throbbing in his throat. He had not been told to bring his off so he went slowly, not wanting to do so until he was told. The feel of that pole in his throat while watching the erotic scene on stage was thrilling. He was perfectly at home with his Master, although he did harbour some lurking thoughts about how the rest of the evening might go. Did his Master intend to take him on stage? Only time would tell.
Soon the stage show went into reverse. The rod was removed. First the three balls, Each popped out: one, two three. Then slowly, so as not to cause any damage, the rod itself was extracted. Taking it out was an amazing reminder of just how big it was. It finally plopped from the ass and the slave was free of his bondage. They left the stage, Master leading his slave and returned to their seats. Dennis was deeply impressed. How could he have taken such a size? It was beyond Dennis's imagination. He waited to see what would happen next.
As the stage lights dimmed for a while Dennis felt Master Vic remove him from his cock. The leash was refixed to his collar and he was led across the room. Slowly filling with fear he wondered what his Master might do to him. He had been in his service now long enough to trust him, yet he was still uncertain as this moment approached. He would have been less nervous had the previous stage show not been so violent an assault.
They went up on the stage and Master Vic was announced. The crowd was told that Dennis was new to his Master and that this was their first public exhibition. Again a cheer of encouragement went up. It was always good for the crowd to see some new action. Master Vic leaned forward and whispered to Dennis. "Just do as your told and enjoy it. Trust me."
With that he told Dennis to stand up and wait for him to start. Dennis stood in the middle of the stage and his Master took a couple of paces back. He then began to circle him. He walked round, looking at him and letting the crowd see what was on offer. It is funny how some circumstances can make you feel more naked than others. Here on the stage, exposed in the flesh, and under the spotlight, encircled by his Master and viewed by the crowd Dennis felt totally exposed. Master Vic came round in front of him stood and looked. He began to feel the blood engorge his penis as he waited. The suspense and the atmosphere were getting to him.
Master Vic came in front of him and took hold of one of his nipples firmly. He twisted it and pulled at it hard. It sent a wave of pleasure through Dennis. His cock grew harder. By the time the same treatment had been issued to the other side he was fully inflated. His Master took hold of his cock and began to pull it about roughly. This sent Dennis even higher. It had been his fantasy for some time that his Master might put him on public display and now it was happening. He was so turned on by the experience.
Next Master Vic told Dennis to bend over. He did so. He felt his Master's hand rub gently over his ass cheeks. Then, suddenly he felt a hard slap land on him. It stung and he flinched. But there was much more to come. His Master began to give him a thorough spanking there in the middle of this bar for all to see. The pain and heat grew and Dennis felt totally humiliated. He even had tears running down his cheeks. But he could not have yet known that his Master had more plans for this evening. Being spanked was not going to be the end of the public humiliation.
He felt Vic's hand run along his hot crack then a finger began to probe at his hole. It entered him, and the crowd began to subdue. The first finger went in as far as the knuckle. It wound around and sent shivers of passion through Dennis's body. Then a second finger joined the first. After some movement and stretching a third went into that tight space, now so greatly extended, and finally the fourth was there. After gently but firmly extending the hole by movements of his hand, Vic pushed the fingers in and out up to his knuckles and the crowd watched in awe and wonder. It was always so revealing to watch the reactions of a new slave.
After playing with his slave for a few minutes in this way Master Vic removed his hand and began to move round his slave once again. Still he instructed him to keep bent, with his ass high in the air. He stood in front of Dennis and unzipped his flies. He slipped out his rock hard penis. It looked so lovely to Dennis in these lights. He had seen it many times before, but in this new and strange circumstance it looked so very different. He was told to move enough to just kiss the tip once, and he did so without hesitation. He then dropped his head back down.
Master Vic then moved back behind Dennis and began to rub him again. His as was still flexing and twitching following the fisting he had received, and so Vic was able to enter him with ease. He slipped his long stiff pole into the hole. The tip slipped easily in and he began to push gradually deeper and deeper until his whole length was inside. Compared to the size of his hand it did not feel too bad to Dennis, but there is nothing to compare to the feel of Master's cock in his slave. No hand, however large, can ever replace the feeling of being taken and fucked by your Master. Dennis began to revel in the feeling. Master Vic began to rock and roll in him, taking him stroke by stroke. He felt the need to come much sooner than he wished, but assumed that this was a combination of the atmosphere at the club, and the sheer turn on of taking Dennis in front of others. He pushed harder and faster until he was able to take no more. He spilled his seed deep inside his slave, and came as hard as he had done for some time. The whole thing had been a great turn on for him.
Dennis was by this time totally sexed up, and hoped for some relief. Vic's next action came then as a shock. While he stood bent hoping for an instruction to do something about his own erection Dennis heard his Master do his zip up. He was then told to stand. He did so and his cock stuck out begging for relief. Master Vic hooked the collar onto the leash, and walked off the stage, giving Dennis no choice but to follow him, still wearing nothing but his collar. He walked across the bar and out of the door to the car. There was to be no public relief for Dennis. His duty had been to serve and only to serve. He longed to cum and enjoy the release that would bring. Would that happen once they got home? Only time will tell.
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