This is a very heightened version of a real-life experience from pre-COVID days. The names have been changed to protect the kinky!
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Part 8 - in disgrace
fag was in pain. This was nothing really new for it anymore, it spent so much of its life in pain. fag felt degraded. This was also nothing new, since Master Daniel had taken ownership of it, fag had experienced degradation that it had never dreamed of before. fag was in Master Daniel's flat, bent over a chest in His hallway. The chest usually stood against the wall, but it had been pulled out into the centre of the hallway. fag was bent over it, not bound in any way, but it knew better than to move. Disobedience had brought it to this position, it wasn't going to risk any further punishment than it had already been sentenced to.
On the Thursday evening two days before, Master Daniel had ordered the fag to collect a friend of His from the station at 8pm and bring him to Master Daniel's flat. fag completely forgot about it as it had been fucked hard and long by Sir Stevie after work and then gone to the gym. Master Daniel's friend had, consequently, stood waiting for ages in the cold and, in the end, had to pay for a taxi to get him to Master Daniel's place.
To make matters worse, fag had left its phone in the locker room of the gym, and so had not heard Master Daniel calling it to find out where the hell it was. When it finally got back to its phone, it realised its mistake, but it was too late. The message on its whatsapp was clear,
<you have made me very angry, faggot, and you will suffer as a result. I do not want to see or hear from you for 48 hours. On Saturday you will report here at 12 noon exactly. You will travel on foot from your quarters, you will not use any public transport. you will, of course, walk barefoot. you will be in your uniform. you will be punished severely here and will not be released until Sunday evening, when you will walk back to your quarters. I expect you to arrive here with nothing on your person other than your doorkey and your mobile. Is this clear, faggot?>
<Yes, Master Daniel, Sir, it is clear.>
fag knew it was in deep trouble. it had never gone so long without contact with its Master. Master Daniel had obviously told Sir Stevie and Sir Andrew what had happened, as Sir Stevie messaged the fag not to bother reporting to Him at work the following day, and Sir Andrew did not contact fag either.
It felt very odd for the fag not to be serving Sir Stevie at work the next day. Sir Stevie pointedly ignored the fag as He went about His daily work. fag went to the gym that evening and tried to lose itself in its workout, but the shame of having let Master Daniel down made it difficult for fag to concentrate on its workout.
At midnight, fag heard from Master Daniel,
<Do not be late, faggot, 12 noon exactly. Make sure you leave plenty of time to get here. I want your body properly maggot smooth and your head shaved clean. your hole needs to be thoroughly douched. You will travel with your hole plugged with the large plug and your tits clamped>
fag did not respond, it had been ordered not to make contact for 48 hours. it had checked the map on its phone and it would take around an hour and ten minutes to walk. fag knew it would not walk as fast in barefeet as someone would normally shod, so it decided to leave at 10:20 to make sure that it reached Master Daniel's in time. fag got up early, showered and shaved its body and head smooth, douched several times until the water ran clean, lubed its hole and inserted the large plug that Master Daniel had had it buy some time before. fag struggled to get the fat base of the plug through its hole, but eventually its hole closed gratefully around the stem of the plug. fag pulled on its white boy briefs and applied the harsh clamps to its nipples. it gasped as the sharp teeth of the clamps bit into its flesh - despite spending a lot of time with its tits clamped, the pain that fag felt the moment they closed always took it by surprise. fag pulled on its short-sleeved white shirt over the clamps, the material pulling the chain and making fag wince. Finally, fag put on its uniform shorts, khaki with only a 5" inside leg. fag truly looked ridiculous, but it had got so used to being in its uniform that it barely gave it a second thought. Putting its phone in its pocket, fag left its quarters and headed to Master Daniel.
It was a warm day, but it had rained heavily around dawn and the roads and pavements were still fairly wet. fag felt self-conscious as it marched along, noticing how people did a double-take as it passed them and they noticed its bare feet. A few young lads shouted at it as it passed, but the worst moment was when it passed a group of old ladies standing outside a pet shop, who cackled to each other and tutted and muttered about `young people' as fag came by.
it timed it almost exactly right, it got into Master Daniel's road at 11:50. fag loitered for 10 minutes until, at noon precisely, it pressed Sir's buzzer.
"Post your phone and keys through my letter box, faggot, put your hands on your head and then you can wait there until I'm ready for you," Master Daniel said and then the intercom went dead. fag swallowed hard, but did as it was ordered and slipped all it was carrying into the box marked `8'. Now without any way out of this situation, fag waited outside. it had no idea how long it waited for. What it did know was that quite a few people walked past as it stood there. None spoke to the fag, but most gave it a disgusted look as it stood there like a kid that has been sent out of class. fag's hole and tits were really starting to ache now, and the pavement was hard under its bare feet. its arms were beginning to ache as well as it kept them on its head out here in public.
Finally, the door opened,
"Get inside, faggot," Master Daniel said, holding the door open, "Hurry up, I haven't got all day."
fag walked into Master Daniel's building with its hand still on its head,
"Get up the stairs, faggot. One each floor you can remove an item of clothing - shirt on floor one, shorts on floor two, and briefs on my floor. You will leave the discarded items in front of the lift doors on each floor. When you reach my floor and you have removed your boy briefs, you will wait for me by the windows on your knees, knees and nose to the wall in the corner by the window."
With that, Master Daniel got into the lift and the doors closed. fag walked up the stairs beside the life, hands on head and heart thumping in its chest. Before long it had reached the first floor of the building, where it unbuttoned its shirt, freeing the clamps and making the chain between them swing as it folded it and bent down to put it on the floor by the lift. fag put its hands back on its head and climbed the next flight of stairs. As it did so, it heard the lift doors open on the floor it had just left. Reaching the second floor, fag's heart was thumping even harder as it unzipped its shorts, folded them and placed them by the lift door. Whilst fag had visited Master Daniel more times than it could count, it had always been allowed to walk up the stairs to Sir's flat in its full uniform, and only had to remove its shirt outside Sir's flat door a couple of times. As its heart thumped, its fag dick swelled in its briefs. fag's face went red as it walked up the last set of stairs to Sir's floor. Again, it heard the lift doors open behind it, Sir was obviously taking His time and collecting the fag's uniform as He went. On reaching Sir's floor, fag looked around scared and, seeing no-one about, slipped its briefs down and off, feeling the plug shift in its hole as it did so. fag laid the briefs by the lift door and went across to the windows and knelt down as ordered. it was fully visible through the windows to the flats opposite, and anyone on one of the trains going past on the railway line beside the building might catch a glimpse of it as well.
As fag knelt, it heard the lift doors open and close and then, to its horror, heard voices on the stairs above it. Where fag was kneeling was at the bottom of the stairs going up to the next floor. It couldn't see as its nose was pressed to the wall, but it could hear two men's voices coming nearer down the stairs. fag wanted to run and hide, but knew it would be even more severely punished if it did. All too soon, the voices were right behind it and fag could hear the footsteps of the Men as they passed. But they made no reference to the presence of the fag and passed away down the corridor.
Some while later, Master Daniel called the faggot from the door to the corridor leading to His flat,
"Crawl in here, faggot," Master Daniel ordered, "And I do not want to hear a sound from you unless you're given permission to speak."
fag got onto its hands and knees and crawled to its Master, the chain between its clamps pulling down on its nipples and tugging on them as it swung. fag moved as quickly as it could, wanting to get out of this public area. It crawled behind Master Daniel and into Master's flat, where it silently kissed its Master's socked feet and took up boy position in the centre of the hallway. fag could hear voices in the flat as it waited. After some time, Sir reached beneath it and locked its collar around its neck. With the one word,
"Open!"
fag was gagged with the rubber ring gag that it had finally got used to.
"Back down," Master Daniel ordered, and fag resumed boy position as Master went into His living room and closed the door behind Him.
fag's knees were beginning to ache when it heard the door open and Master Daniel came out.
"Up," he ordered. fag knelt up, and Master clipped a leash to the ring at the front of fag's collar.
"Come on," he said, as he pulled on the lead. fag dropped to its hands and knees and crawled behind Sir into His living room.
"So, gentlemen, this is your fag for today," Master Daniel said.
fag looked up, there were five Men in the room with Sir, none of whom it had seen before.
Sitting on the sofa were two men, both probably in their 20s, fag guessed, both good looking and fairly `regular' guys. Sitting in one of the big armchairs was an old man, fag guessed he must have been around 75. In the other armchair was one of the fattest men that fag had ever seen. Finally, standing by the window was a very young lad, he can't have been much over 18.
"First things first, fag, let's get you despunked."
fag felt so pathetic, but lay down on the floor before all these strangers and began humping the floor. It was a long time since the fag had been despunked, so it wasn't long before it felt the orgasm building. Forgetting that it was being watched for the first time, it pushed its dick back between its legs and gave in to the feeling as it came on the floor. Panting quietly, 4 or 5 ropes of spunk issues from its dick. Normally at this point, the fag would ask Master Daniel for permission to lick up its mess, but it wasn't allowed to speak. Before it had to worry, Master Daniel moved over to it and placed a chair over fag's prone and spent body. Pulling fag's wrists and ankles up, Sir buckled them tightly to the chair and fag knew what was coming. Straight after a despunking, with the mess congealing on the floor, it was going to receive the bastinado.
"You are getting 20 to each foot, fag. You will count the stroke, thank me for it, apologise to me for your disobedience and ask for another."
fag heard the swish of the cane a few times, before Master Daniel tapped it on his right foot. Seconds later it landed there again, only this time with the full force of Master Daniel's right arm.
"One, Sir, thank You, Sir, i am sorry that i disobeyed You, please may i have another?"
By the time fag had forced out,
"Twelve, Sir, thank You, Sir, i am sorry that i disobeyed You, please may i have another?"
it had tears in its eyes, and by the time it finally reached stroke number 40, it was sobbing quietly. Master Daniel allowed it to recover for a few seconds before uncuffing it and directing it to clean up its mess. The spunk which had poured forth with overwhelming pleasure earlier was now cold and disgusting. fag licked it up miserably, while the Men and Master Daniel discussed the bastinado and how the fag had reacted. Once it had licked up all the congealed semen from the floor, fag automatically adopted the boy position, backside up in the air, chest down to the floor, knees spread wide but feet together, so all the Men there could get a good view of the plug which was stuffed in its hole.
it wasn't tuned in to the Men's conversation, it was focussed on the pain in its tits, mouth, anus and feet, so fag got a bit of a shock when it felt a cold hand grasp the shaft of its plug and begin easing it out of its hole. fag had found it difficult to get the plug in, but it didn't seem any less reluctant to come out, and fag had to use all its concentration not to gasp as its cunt was stretched by the rubber plug being worked slowly out. When it had finally been fully removed, fag could feel its cunt lips gaping, as if hungry for the stopper so recently withdrawn.
fag's lead was pulled and it was led over to the dining table. it knew what was going to happen now, as it lay over the table, stretching its arms out in front of it to grasp the other end of the table. As it did so, the clamps on its tits were both pressed into the wood of the table and pulled by muscles stretching. Again, it had to work hard not to yelp. Again it heard the swish of the cane, this time behind it. And then a strange voice spoke,
"So, you're getting 24 of the best, lad. You will count each stroke, say `thank You Mr Jones' and ask me for another."
The cane swished again, but this time landed squarely on fag's unprotected buttocks. it couldn't help itself this time, and yelped before beginning its litany,
"One, Sir, thank You Mr Jones, please may i have another?"
The Man wielding the cane was clearly an expert. fag could feel that the first stroke had landed in the centre of its buttocks and the subsequent strokes worked their way down his backside to that sensitive crease where buttock meets leg, and then back up to the middle again.
Again, after the caning, fag was left to crawl into boy position while the Men talked. After a while, it was sent to get all the Men coffee and then sent back into boy position. Inevitably, after drinking the coffee, the Men needed to piss. And where else would they piss but into the human urinal that Master Daniel had provided. Master Daniel removed the fag's gag and then, one by one, they called it over to where they sat. Hotching to the front of their seats, the Men carried on talking and took no notice of the fag as it undid their jeans or trousers and reached in for their Cocks. fag had never had a cock as old as that of Mr Jones in its mouth before, but the old man let loose a stream of dark pungent urine that the fag had real difficulty swallowing without choking. it had no sooner buttoned Mr Jones' fly than the fat Man had called it over. There was a definite whiff of BO as fag took out the fat Man's cock. Putting its lips around it, fag realised that the Man wasn't that careful of His personal hygiene, his cock was cheesy and strong. But His piss was fairly clear and more or less tasteless as fag swallowed it down rapidly.
The most difficult for the fag was the young Man. Firstly, as soon as fag wrapped its lips around His cock, He became erect, which meant that it was both harder for Him to piss and harder for fag to keep it in its mouth. Worst, the young Man seemed to have the bladder of a horse - fag kept thinking that surely there couldn't be anymore piss to come out and then a fresh burst poured from this young Man's erect penis. And all the while, the group of Men were laughing and joking at fag's efforts to keep up with the flow and keep its head on the Man's erection. Finally, the stream ended and fag was about to put the Man's cock away when He said,
"Dan, I've got the raging horn here. Do you mind if I knock one out down the fag's gob?"
"That's what it's here for, Alfie!" Master Daniel replied, "If you want privacy, take it in the hallway."
"Nah, that's alright, mate, I'll just do it here if you don't mind?"
"Of course not, we're all going to see fag taking cock at both ends before the day is out!"
And with that, the young Man began fucking the fag's face, still joining in the banter of the group, until He let loose several thick ropes of cum down the fag's throat, the taste of the semen mingling with the piss. Out of the corner of its eye, fag caught sight of the clock on the wall. Only 2pm - there was at least another 4 hours of this in store.