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 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...
Chapter 5
I was walked, in an upright position - so that passers-by could see my new tattoos and piercings - to a bar in Rose Street. i was allowed to walk upright because Master said that it was perfectly obvious to any one with an ounce of common sense that i was a slave whore, collared, shackled, gagged, pierced and tattooed. In fact, He was already thinking about my next lot of tattoos - that filled me with as combined sense of dread and excitement! We got to the pub and i sat on the ground like a well trained dog. Sir was left in charge of me while Master went in and got the drinks for the two of them. He came out with a pint for each of them.
'What about the pig Andrew?'
'What about it David? it disgraced itself earlier, grazing its teeth on Frankie's cock - I thought I had trained it better, but it would appear I have some work to do so if the fat ba'bag needs a drink, it can drink our piss. Nothing more, nothing less!'
i didn't realise how angry i had made my Master, so i just sat quietly. In time, after 3 or 4 pints, they both needed to piss. 'Between my knees dickhead!' i shuffled over to Master as He undid the middle three buttons of his fly, then removed my gag. 'Open' As i opened my mouth, He pulled out his magnificent man meat and waited for me to close my mouth around it. Once He was happy that there was a good seal, He let go and i swallowed every last drop, knowing that if i spilt a single tiny drop, all hell would break loose! Besides, i already had 120 strokes waiting to turn my ass into a red raw mess - that's a lot, even for me... Sir was next and we went through exactly the same procedure. i couldn't believe i was drinking piss straight from the tap as it were, in public. How hot was that?! Once my gag was back in, we were ready to go. We were almost home and Master decided that i should be given the chance to pee too. He unlocked the front of my shorts and opened the flap, led me to a storm drain in the street, pointed at it and said, 'Ok nancy-boy, pee. It's your last chance today.' We went home after that and Master opened the door.
'Ok faggot, into the playroom.' i guessed i was about to get my punishment. Master and David released me from my shackles, removed my shorts and attached one of my arms each to a device that looked for all the world like an oversized coat hanger suspended from the ceiling by a steel rope which was connected to an electric winch. The hanger was about 4 feet long, so my hands were that far apart, then my ankles were attached to a spreader bar of similar length and i was hoisted to a point whereby even if i tried to put my tiptoes down, they wouldn't touch the ground although i could feel it. Next, they produced a large box of clothes pegs and proceeded to pinch some of my flab and attach a peg to it. i counted in my head and there were about 250 pegs all over my body, including my scrotum and perineum and on my newly pierced nipples... i was in ecstacic agony. Then they turned out the light, locked the door and went away.
i don't know how long i hung there, it could have been 30 minutes or 3 hours. All i know was that my arms ached and the pegs were hurting too, but in a good way. It would be agony when they came off, especially when the blood rushed back into my nipples... Suddenly, the room was flooded with light and Master marched in, swinging his riding crop. He proceeded to use it to remove every single peg from my body, leaving the three pegs that were attached to each of my nipples. Master lowered the winch so that i was on my knees, ankles still in the spreader. He then proceeded to release my right arm from the hanger and put one of a pair of spherical steel fist mitts on my hand, locking it in place and repeating the action on my left hand. i put my hand on the floor with the other one, only for Master to kick them away. i landed flat on my belly and Master spoke,
'Right you fat fuck. you have 5 minutes to pick up all these pegs and put them back in the box. Once you're done, come and find me in my study.'
i have to say, i struggled to get up, but i managed eventually and using my mouth i picked up every last peg. As i turned to the door, my heart sank - it was shut tight... Well, i had to make the effort. Thankfully the door had a lever type handle, not the round variety, so i tried opening it with my teeth - and i succeeded! Huzzah! Now all i had to do was make my way to the study, i was dreading what i was in for, because i must be well over the time i had been allotted for the task... i made my way, albeit incredibly slowly, to the study - it's hard when you have steel balls for hands and your ankles are locked in a spreader bar! The door was ajar, so i nudged it open with my head. Hearing the door rubbing on the thick carpet, Master looked round from His desk, 'Oh, you're there fatboi! What kept you?!' Taking the question as permission to speak, i said, 'Master, you closed the door and i had to open it using my mouth. If i have displeased you, i am truly very sorry and i will gladly take any punishment You deem me worthy of...' Master actually SMILED at me and said; 'No slave, I didn't realise that I had closed the door and I told you to come and find Me, so I will overlook the timekeeping issue on this occasion. I still need to punish you for your infraction at Frankie's this afternoon though, so here's how that's going to work. I am going to hang you from the ceiling again - feet off the ground so that when I hit you you will swing, then you will get three lots of 40 strokes. I will give you 40 with the paddle, 40 with the tawse and 40 with the riding crop. After that, you will get into the sling, where I will hook you up to your feeding tube. The feed you will be guzzling down is extremely calorific, 2000 kcal per imperial pint. You will be sucking down a gallon, so in total you will consume 16000 kcal. Twice a day should see your gut dragging along the ground fairly quickly!'
Had my dick not been enclosed by the cage, it would have been rock hard! As it was, the points of intrigue were digging into my hot flesh! i took my flogging from Master, then as directed, i got into the sling. my ankles were released from the spreader bar while i got into the sling, but they were cuffed to the chains suspending the sling from the ceiling once i was in. Before Master put the feeding tube onto me, i asked for permission to speak which was granted.
'Master, PLEASE will you fuck me while i suck my fatboi food down? i know i am a worthless whore, but i like to think i am YOUR worthless whore! You know how much i crave cock, especially Your magnificent rod of steel! i need you to breed me, i need to feel your hot seed filling my pussyboi cunt, then slowly leaking out because you have stretched my hole so much that it can't quite close against the cool evening air... Please Master, fuck me into oblivion, fuck the cum out of me, BREED my fat ass!'
Do you know what my Lord and Master said? 'We'll see. Perhaps...'
For Fuck's Sake!