Sunday morning, i groggily woke, i started to panic has i woken through my alarm, doing so would mean another punishment. As i become accustomed to the light i realised i wasn't in Master Darren's bedroom, i wasn't even in Master Darren's flat.
I then remembered the events of the night before, being at the beck and call of Five Dominant Men. The punishment inflicted by Simon, i could still feel the pain of the pubes being ripped straight from their roots, and the comfort i felt afterwards by lying against Master Darren's legs. After the desert the party became one where the Men exchanged stories of how they had dealt with previous slaves, found them used them, and on occasion discarded the. Michael and Peter had a stable, , Simon preferred to just dominate on an irregular basis picking them up from the apps, and being in the vicinity of Vauxhall, he was never in short supply. Darren however only had me. Neal benefited as he made a decent amount of money from his `slave special breakfast'. I fell asleep whilst this conversation was going on, the smell of cigar smoke helping me drift off, as i inhaled Master Darren's scent in my position between his legs.
I then noticed I was on Neal's living room floor, and that the first time in a week that i had not woken up with a piss soaked blanket, i also realised that at no stage had i been woken either to be used. Although this was a relief, it also made ask myself why, it wasn't as if Neal himself was averse to using piss pigs.
The flat was quiet, i assumed that Master Darren was asleep somewhere, as was Neal. The remains of the meal, dirty plates, and overflowing ashtrays were piled on the table. Slave mode kicked in. I began to clear up. I moved all the dirty crockery into the kitchen, and then went about cleaning. I had just about finished the plates, and was about to start on the pans, when i heard Master Darren call me.
I walked into the living room, there he stood naked, i suddenly knelt, and bowed my head. Sir did I wake You Sir, sorry Sir.
You did Boy,but I forgive you. The fact that you have instinctively cleaned up last night's mess proves that your need to serve and take care of Me and my friends is strong. No orders were needed, you just did it. Follow me.
I crawled behind him, as he walked out of Neal's living room, and entered what turned out to be Neal's bedroom. Neal was sat up in bed, a four poster bed.
"Neal, Tommy Boy here has been cleaning the aftermath of last night's party. That deserves a reward dont, don't You agree."
Thank you boy, although i'll admit i wish that I'd had the opportunity to drag you out of bed, and ordered you to do the cleaning.
Darren, returned to bed, he ordered me to lie in between him and Neal. As i lay down Darren pushed my head into his left arm pit. The scent of my Master immediately hit me, its muskiness, and sweaty odour taking me further under his control. Darren moved my head in further, i started to lick and taste the salty sweat. Behind me i felt my hole being stretched, Neal slowly pushed a finger in, joined by a second and then a third, as I licked Masters armpit he slowly moved the fingers in and out. My dick was staring against the cage.
Darren then pulled me closer to him, my arse suddenly empty, and for the first time he gave me a deep passionate kiss, i responded, and tongue battled with his, although i knew that it was a battle that i would never win. Meanwhile Neal had again started to invade my arse, my prostate was fully part of this experience, the kissing became more passionate, as Darren turned me over on my back on the bed.
Then the kissing stopped. He lay on top of me, his hand over my mouth.
"Now" said Darren, who sat on me reducing my ability to move. I then felt cold metal on my ankles, and realises that they were now secured to the end of Neal's bed. Still lying on top of me Darren moved my arms to the top of the bed, and Neal secured each to the corners.
Darren got off me.
"Did you think that you'd escape punishment, swearing at Simon, falling asleep whilst there were Men to serve, and making a noise in the kitchen, that's quite a list. But it's going to be a different type of punishment. Look up."
I looked up and saw a pulley system above Neal's, bed.
A bit of Cock and Ball torture to set us up for Sunday, He undid my cage for the second time in 12 hours, but again my dick isnt going to enjoy its freedom, he started to wrap some rope around my balls, which He then threaded through the pulley. He then started to pull.
Tell me when it hurts.
It already was so I quickly told him
Tell me when it really hurts, he said pulling some more.
Sir..
Tell me when it really really hurts
Sir it really really hurts hurts.
Good . He let go of the rope briefly, but before i could relax, He repeated it this time there was no need to tell Him that it hurt, He just continued to exert pressure.
Ok from the look on your face that's about right He said, and started to tie the rope to the end of the bed.
My balls started to feel as if they were going to be ripped from my body.
Hush, you make far too much noise. He disappeared, on his return he had three pairs of underpants. He waved them under my nose, smell rank don't they. Lots of skid marks
"Pungent and sweaty aren't they" he said Covering my face with both.
"Ok we're off for breakfast , try and have a rest"
There i was my arms and legs splayed out, and my balls feeling as if they were on the verge of being ripped off.
I heard the bedroom door close. Then the door to the flat. I was alone. A few minutes later i heard both open again.
"It's me Neal. That hole of yours is almost as uptight as you. It needs relaxing." I felt some cold liquid being applied, as a dildo was slowly pushed in. "That better still be there by the time were back. Or you'll be cleaning it with your mouth. "
I then heard both doors close again. I eventually became used to the discomfort of the shackles, and again my mind started to think about what had led me here, a loose fitting cock cage, and a slow gradual acceptance that i had to serve. I realised that at this time the close contact and hands on nature of my service to Darren was what i needed, would i have lasted the distance with Master M's more distintrest approach.
Suddenly i felt a slap to my face.
Falling asleep Tommy Boy.? I should have put a bit more pressure on your balls.
Master Darren removed the makeshift blindfolds, and stuffed them into my mouth, which meant that the scream that resulted of Him pulling firmly on the rope was muffled.
Finally the pain subsided, as Darren undid the rope, as he did so i again screamed into the underwear gags. Darren started to play with my dick and balls, a now long forgotten sensation, as they started to get harder he stopped, and put on the cage.
"Nothing better than seeing a semi hard dick being locked away. Even such a small one as yours"
Look. I watched as he pulled my balls and dick through the cock ring, and then as the penis tube pushed back against my cick, hiding it from view,
Notice anything different?
At first I didn't
A new cage Sir. Yes Tommy Boy, You`ve gone down a size. Mine is big enough for both of us.
He then undid the shackles, and lifted me off the bed. As he put me on the floor, my butt relaxed, and Neal's dildo fell out.
Darren, picked it up, looks clean, but let's make sure. Open up, give it a clean , he pushed it in and closed my jaw around it.
Taste nice?
He removed it, By the look on your face I suspect not. You need to start douching more. Now get dressed, he threw my clothes at me.
He then escorted me to the living room, Neal was sat in his armchair,
We're off, this one needs a rest.
Before you go, I need a piss.
Go on Boy, I crawled over to Neal, he grabbed the back of my head my nose taking in the ripeness of his crotch, as he started to piss, he pushed me in even closer, when he finished he pushed me away, then leaning forward whispered in my ear, "one day we'll discover how much of a toilet pig you are"