Thank you for all the feedback. Just a reminder this tale is pure fantasy, and most scenes should not be taken too literally. However if any London Masters wanted to try to recreate some of the scenes that "It" has been involved it I'd be happy to oblige.
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"Comfortable"
"Answer the man" said Master.
"Yes Sir" "Yes Doctor Sir, or just Doctor" , I worked damn hard to get my qualifications, I'm not going to be disrespected by the like of you "
"Sorry Doctor Sir"
"How long has he been your slave ?" The Doctor turned to Master.
"Too long, and it's it not he" Master laughed. "As a slave about three months I think, it took a while before it broke down and accepted the fact" "One of those eh all, you have always liked a challenged, but I've never understood if you get that much reward from all the hard work"
The conversation between them continued, the only indication that he was taking any notice of my presence was the fact that he was examine my body. The latex covered hands ran along my back and chest. He lifted my left arm, then my right, looked into my ear, and eyes, and in a flashback to my childhood visits when unwell, told me to open my mouth wide and say Ah,
He lifted my balls sack and gave them a tight squeeze, and then pulled back my foreskin, before grabbing the tip and extending it forward. With the exception of the instruction to say Ah, this took place without a word being directed at me.
"So I'll pick it up tomorrow" "Yes, 10 o'clock?" Without uttering another word Master turned and left the room. No sooner had he left, he was back. "I forgot, you might like this, " Then threw something on the floor, and he was gone again."Do you want that?"
I jumped off the examination bench, and got on my knees, it was one of Master's jockstraps, white, with heavy piss stains, I held it to my face, and inhaled. I felt the tip of the Doctor's shoe against my dick. " Blimey, one sniff and that's got hard, not particularly big but hard." He pressed a buzzer on his phone "That's the last of the patients Jim, come in when you are ready" the voice at the other side responded "Yes Master" "
"Do you know why you are here?" "No Doctor" I said reluctant to remove the jockstrap from my face "You'll find out eventually, open wide"
He inserted his whole hand into my mouth first flat then as a fist I began to gag. His fist was huge, and I was worried that he would break my jaw. He slowly removed his hand but quickly replaced it with a finger, without thinking I began to suck. "Hmmm" He began to move his finger around my mouth
"Quite sharp teeth, I may have a remedy for that. but on the whole not too bad a technique, I look forward on checking out the real deal later
"Stand," he quickly turned me round and bent me over, the examination bench a lubricated finger was soon fucking me, it was then joined by a second. " Surprisingly tight" The fucking continued, I felt his breath against my neck as he moved in closer. "Like that bitch?" I knew by the tone of his voice an answer was not necessary. The force of the invasion of my arse continued to quicken, I wanted to shout out that I was about to cum but kept quiet, as the pace got into a more steady rhythm the doctors other hand grabbed my dick and began to wank. I was being milked. He broke the silence "How often do you get fucked? Not often enough by how this hole feels"
Suddenly I couldn't help it but I felt the sensation of relief as an explosion of cum escaped from my dick. The grip around the shaft was removed, and my hole was empty.
"Turn round, and kneel" the fingers that had been up my arse scooped up the cum in the palm of his other hand , without being instructed to I opened my mouth. "Greedy fucker, guzzling your own cum and arse juice, all without being told to. "
"Stand , Turn round, and again, squat, deeper, open those legs " The next ten minutes were spent with the Doctor issuing instructions that required quick changes of posture. "Ok" suddenly he slapped my face hard, I put my hand up to my face. "Let s do that again, but this time your hand stays down. " Another slap, my hand went half way down before I returned it to my side, a third slap my hand didn't move"
The Doctor briefly turned his back to me, and started rummaging in a cabinet. I'm going to have to test your pain threshold. Those slaps were just the start of it. He attached some clips to my nipples. Clips with tiny weights at the end. "Enough pressure to cause discomfort but nothing else."
He sat down in a leather revolving chair, He tapped his knee, "Up" I climbed up as instructed, he began to massage my gently, he briefly inserted a finger, I let out a groan, this was responded to by five quick slaps. I barely reacted. I was unsure how, or what I was to say. I wondered if I should have thanked the doctor, I wanted to ask for more, and that I knew was not acceptable. His fingers ran up and down my spine"Not as many marks as I would expect at this stage. How often does your Master beat you"
"Answer me. Daily, weekly , not at all , what?" I realised that my beatings from Master were rare, not even weekly. Especially as I had spent much of my time as his slave locked up either in a shed or in the room with the piss soaked mattress I explained this to the Doctor. "How do you feel about that? relief, happy, nervous, do you want more, want less?" My immediate answer to this was "I need more" I had no ides where that had come from, I certainly didn't necessarily enjoy the beatings when administered but I knew that to be a better slave they were necessary, to be a better slave I needed to be beaten more often
"Bend over that."
The Doctor pointed to a desk in the corner.I then heard the tell-tale sound of a belt moving in the air. The first whack hit me on the buttock, as did the second, the third and fourth on the back. I yelled out, in pain. "Stop swearing, bitch" The beating continued the belt being replaced with a cane and later a flogger.
"Pain tolerance is a matter of balance, too low, and the slave won't be able to take more than a tickle, too high, and the Master doesn't get the joy of the screams of agony " With that the belt hit my back one final time. "And if you are really lucky you'll end up as a sobbing mess, unsure whether or not to beg your Master to stop, or ask for more."
I was now blubbing
"Ok enough of that , stand," The tears were stinging my eyes and I was finding it difficult to focus,
"So do you have a name?"
"Master calls me it?"
"What were you called before?"
"Peter I think Doctor"
"You think? Damn Kyle 's done a good job in making you forget you previous life. What would your parents say of they knew you'd forgotten the name they gave you"
"What would they think?" "Only Master's name for me matters Doctor"
"So how often do you wank? Are you allowed to wank? Before this afternoon when was the last time you came? Do you like your cock? I'm surprised that it's not locked away really permanently, it's much to look at except for the tight overhang in the foreskin." I yelped as he licked the tip of my cock.
He turned me round, "The colours gone" and grabbing the belt , gave me another ten whacks, I began to sob again," I'll continue until you stop with that noise" There were another ten whacks or more before my sobbing subdued, more from exhaustion than acceptance of the pain.
Whilst this was going on Jim had joined us.
He was kneeling beside us playing with his thick pierced nipples. The nipples were not the only pierced part of him, his large thick cut dick sported a heavy 00 gauge ring He was also covered in tattoos. Not ones of flower or tribal patterns but insults and slurs "cumdump" "piss pig" "shit face" "cunt" I wondered if he ever took his top out in public. The Doctor looked at him and grabbing the chain around his neck pulled Jim towards him and spat in his face.
,"Your slave is at your disposal Master" "Naturally. Looks as if I'm the odd one out here, being dressed."
He slowly undressed, throwing first his shirt then his shoes, socks and trousers at his slave. "That's better" he wasn't however quite naked , he had been wearing a leather harness under the shirt. He sported a rug of thick rough greying hair , through which appeared two large thick nipples. He sat at the edge of his desk, and started playing with them, which appeared to be a signal for Jim to start sucking him off.
Master and slave were obviously enjoying it , so it was a surprise when the Doctor ordered Jim to stop. Jim slowly started to play with his own dick. Knowing that such an action was off limits for me, I was filled with envy "Hungry?" I nodded, unsure if the question was directed to me or not. "Wait ten minutes and I'll have a treat for you "
It watched in amazement as the Doctor , squirted some lube over his arse crack, and lay on r his desk. Almost mechanically Jim approached him and started fucking his Master. Slow at first, but it speeded up, it seemed rather mechanical for Jim who remained silent, except for the telltale increase in breathing. The Doctor however was more vocal, calling Jim , his slut, bitch, fag, and every other degrading name you could think of. "You, get ready, as soon as he withdraws you eat my arse".
I watched attentively as Jim fucked, waiting for a sign that the end was approaching. "Now" Jim slowly removed himself from his Master, and within second I was slurping the contents , a mix of lube, cum, and god knows what. "I want to feel that tongue" Come on pig , deeper, and make some noise to show me how grateful you are. I began to grunt and oink, the Doctor made similar noises, and we were soon in synch, the juices started to drip down my chin, onto my chest. My grunting was getting louder and more animalistic, when I was ordered to stop.
"That's enough for now, go and clean him up" Jim joined me on the floor, and began to lick my face clean, a big grin on his face.
"Now to check out your holes" He clicked his fingers and pointed at Jim. Remaining on his knees he striated up, and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down towards his dick. "Suck him" Fifteen minutes or so after he fucked his Master Jim's dick was still rock hard, it's girth and length close up scared me. mThe doctor whipped my butt with his belt. I said suck him. I took it in my mouth and Jim placed his hand at the back of my head pushing me towards his groin. "I want to see that throat slide along his shaft. It's beautiful, so I expect you to show it the deference it deserves"
After a minute or so of spluttering I got my gag reflex under control, the dick tasted of the Doctor's arse. As I contemplated my position again of a slave who was serving another slave, I felt something against my arse hole. The Doctors dick was slowly entering me. Shorter than Jim's it was still thick, and despite the earlier invasion of his fingers my arse was still tight enough to feel every single millimetre as he pushed it in. For the next 15 minutes both holes were relentlessly fucked. Neither Master or Slave uttered a word to me, but the room was full of the grunts and groans of the three of us. Suddenly both of them came almost in sync Jim's cum this time without the extra flavour of his owners arse slid down my throat. Both withdrew, a dribble of cum fell from Jim's dick onto the floor , he bent down and licked it up. Licking his lips he smiled.
What happened next surprised me, I felt a tongue on my hole, the Doctor was eating my arse, and slurping the cum, his cum out. The intense sensation made my dick hard and I was concerned that it would make me cum, without permission. He then pulled me up so I was in a kneeling position , and grabbing my face started to kiss me, the cum transferred from his mouth into mine. Even after it had all slid down my throat he continued to kiss, and I could not help but return, our tongues duelling inside the ring that our mouths had created.
In a flash he pushed me away. A brief smile, and then a stern look. "That's enough for now I'm starving, and I don't know about Kyle, but I think my slaves need something more substantial than just the occasional cum shot."