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 produced a large industrial sized bottle of hair remover. 'Right bitch, this is supposed to only be on for three minutes, but I'm going to leave it for fifteen minutes which means your hair will never ever grow back. Once your pussy is done, we'll do the rest of you too. Only Real Men have body hair, pussy-bois like you don't.'
Master and Sir proceeded to cover me in the vile smelling potion from my neck to my toes. They even did the part of my face where my beard grew! Once they had done that, Master got out a pair of barber's clippers and took my head down to a 0.5 buzz cut. While they were waiting for the fifteen minutes to pass, Master got out a bottle of malt whisky and poured the two of them a sizeable dram. 'David, here's to slavery!' 'Absolutely Andrew! Cheers!'
Chapter 3.
So, i'm covered in a vile smelling potion, which will remove ALL my body hair FOREVER, but i'm actually quite excited! Master and Sir are drinking whisky while they wait for my follicles to dissolve. Finally, Master barks, 'Right bumboi, into the shower! you better enjoy it, because it's your last hot shower - ever! From tomorrow, it's cold water and carbolic soap!'
i don't understand that last comment, but i'm not brave enough to question it - i've had a long and emotional day, i am quite sure it will be made clear in due course! i do enjoy my shower - my Master has left me out his expensive moisturising shower gel, which i enjoy. He has also left me out big soft fluffy towels which are faboulous and gorgeous, although i have a feeling this will be the last time i use them... When i crawl out of the shower-room - fat, hairless and naked - Master is waiting for me.
'Looking good you big fat poof! Right, come and get that cage that you bought fitted - shame to waste it!'
i'm sure i saw a glimmer of a smile flicker over Master's lips, perhaps he was in a better mood than i had thought... As He fitted my penis with the cage i had bought for it, he explained that i was to spend the night in the extra large dog bed at the foot of his bed, while David would sleep with Him. The reason i had been commanded to bring the ten foot length of chain was to attach to my collar at one end and round the foot of the bed at the other. That would allow me access to my water bowl and enough to move around, however Master had had a set of shackles made that would attach to my collar. Master put a blanket over me, secured me to the bed, kissed my newly shaved head and said, 'Sleep well fatso, busy day tomorrow!'
Next Day...
Master woke me up by whipping the blanket off me and slapping my arse with the studded paddle a couple of times. 'Oi, pisspot! Open wide, I need to piss NOW!' Needless to say, i did as i was told, but Master's morning piss was strong and acrid and bitter. i remembered my manners and thanked Him. Sir was next, however He gave me my morning shower while i was still sitting on my bed. Again, i showed my appreciation by proffering humble thanks and licking the last few drips of urine from his magnificent cock.
Master showered etc., then dragged me through to the kitchen and presented me with the ingredients of a substantial breakfast for all of us. i was to cook, whilst remaining shackled. Indeed, i was literally chained to the kitchen sink! i cooked everything that Master had given me, scrambling the eggs as i knew He liked them, soft and creamy. When i was done, He came through and plated up. He and Sir had a fairly minimal breakfast, 2 bits of bacon, 1 sausage, half a tomato and the equivalent of 1 egg each. i had cooked 8 rashers of bacon, 8 sausages, 6 eggs and 6 tomatoes! Master tipped everything that They weren't having into my dog bowl, unchained me from the sink and put my bowl on the floor. He then took Their plates through to the dining room, with the coffee and juice that i had prepared for Them. i ate quickly, because i was absolutely ravenous! i was seriously hoping for lots of treats today, however they were delivered... i was ripped out of my daydream by Master's roar,
'SLAVE!!! GET THAT FAT ARSE THROUGH HERE, AND CLEAR THESE PLATES!'
i scrambled through on all fours and went to my Master's side. He told me to kneel and gave me His plate, then i went to Sir who gave me his plate as well.
'Open wide you fat bastard, here's the bacon fat for your fat girly tits.' As He dropped the fat into my waiting mouth, He bounced my left tit and said, 'these will look SO much better pierced!' and grinned wickedly. Master added,'and load the dishwasher too boi! Not the pots though, do them in the sink - and I WILL be through to check your work in five minutes...'
i loaded the dishwasher quickly, then washed the grillpan, the frying pan, the egg pot - and finally i washed my bowl. I sat on the floor and waited for Master to come through and check my work. He did - and quickly exploded with rage! What had i done?
'You stupid fat slag! Did I say to wash your bowl? NO! Get that fat arse bent over the sink - NOW!'
As i scrambled to my feet, Master produced a flogger from His back pocket and told me to count to twenty-four. He proceeded to thrash me twelve times on each of my ass cheeks, alternating between right and left. It stung like buggery, but i enjoyed it although i couldn't get hard because of my cage... When he was done, he dragged me through to the bedroom by my chain lead.
'David, you might want to watch this!' Master called Sir through from the Dining Room, where He was finishing His coffee.
'What are we doing to the worthless whore now Andrew?'
'Oh, just getting it ready to go out, I've got some stuff to make it entertaining for Us though!'
With that, Master produced a box from Extreme Restraints. He extracted, a pair of leather chastity shorts, a Kali's Teeth chastity device with 4 rows of teeth, a Rude Boy Dual stimulator, a large pack of small padlocks and a tube of Deep Heat cream... YIKES!!!
'Right bumboi, stand!'
i stood up and he closed the heavy metal Kali's teeth around my scrotum and locked it on. Next, He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and had me turn round and bend over the bed. He must have used the Deep Heat as lube on the Rude Boy, because he shoved it up my hole with a great deal of force. As you know, i am a complete slut, so my hole isn't exactly tight, but the cream took a minute or two to react on my insides, but Heaven help me when it did! i was determined not to squeal though, so i just took a deep breath and held it for a minute until the stinging started to subside... What i didn't realise, however, is that it vibrates if you move in a certain way - and that just rubs the Deep Heat in further...! Finally, Master released my ankles while i put the chastity shorts on. Once i was in them, he started locking them up - one strap goes round each leg, so they were locked, the flap that covers my cage was zipped up and the belt round my middle was locked and finally, the zip which allows Master and Sir access to my pussy was closed and locked.
'Where's the shirt you were wearing when you arrived faggot?! Find it and put it on. Come on, come on, don't dawdle or I'll need to give you six of the best!'
i had absolutely NO idea where my white rubber t shirt was - and six of the best meant the Lochgelly Tawse across my bare hand, which was how they did it originally in the schools! Think, patrick, THINK! Where did you last have it on? i know! By the cross! i crawled through as fast as i could - and there it was. Hallelujah! i squeezed into it and crawled back to Master's feet.
'Well done fatboi! Right David, it's ready. Let's go.'
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...