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As soon as Boss had agreed that I was now under their control Master Jan and Lord Thomas grabbed me, blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed me. One of them lifted me above his shoulders and carried me down stairs and through the pub. It was still full of skinheads who were now rowdy and cheered, or possibly jeered as I was carried through It was disconcerting considering how I had been treated over the last two days to be gently lowered to the ground and carefully led inside the back of a car.
The only noise in the car was the occasional conversation between them, and the music on the radio. Every now and then a hand would gently rub my leg , in an almost reassuring manner. I worked out the journey had taken some three hours. The car door opened, and I could hear the dawn chorus, which made me think that we were out of London, I was lifted out and placed on the ground. That was the end of the gentleness, a hard tug on the chain indicated that I was to move forward "Come on crawl" the gravel underneath me dug into my knees and hands, and what I assumed to be their driveway seemed to go on for miles before we were indoors. I was led further into the house. I felt something being pulled over my head securing the blindfold. A faint click indicated that it had been padlocked on,
"A hood, just in case you manage to dislodge that blindfold. Now sleep." Silence. I was alone. I managed to work out that there was a thin mattress on the floor, I lay down. The handcuffs were digging into my wrists. I lifted them to my face, them stopped , months of training meant that I knew not to even dare try and see if I could move the hood.
Lying there on the mattress , I was aware of having slept for a few hours at least, but there was no indication that either of the Men who had brought me to the place was awake. What lay in store for me.
"Look at it trying to play with his pathetic excuse for a dick" "Yes really sad and pathetic" The sudden sound made me realise that I was more exposed than I had initially thought, and that where never I was did not have a door.
"Oh please don't stop Boy, not yet anyway, We're filming" I was pulled up onto my knees. "Now tell the audience how pathetic that thing in your hand is, and how grateful you are that your Masters are allowing you to wank"
I felt a slap to y head" We can't hear you "
"I'm a pathetic slave, this is a pathetic small miserable dick. I am so lucky that I have been given permission to play with it. "
I felt someone kneel down beside me, when he began to speak. It was Lord Thomas. "So pathetic, it's been wanking for over and hour and hasn't even got a dribble of cum. The audience is going to want better value for money than that. " I was pushed on my back, and I felt a dick slowly enter my hole. "Time to fuck that cum out of it"
Ten minutes later i was covered in my own and I was full of Lord Thomas' cum.
As I licked Lord Thomas's dick clean, Master Jan addressed me. "Whatever training you have had up to now forget it. We are starting from scratch, we expect total obedience. You can expect pain. Understand?" "Yes Master Jan"
"Good. Now time for breakfast." The collar was yanked and I was pulled across the floor. |"There are two bowls there. One for food, one for water, Eat if you can find it." It was clear that I would be blindfolded for a while yet .I moved my cuffed hands along the floor, it took ages before the metal of the cuff made contact with the metal of the bowl. I awkwardly dropped my head, and hit t the floor. I repeated this three more times.
"For fucks sake." My head was pulled back, quickly, just as quickly it was pushed down into a heap of cold mush, "Now eat" Having not eaten since the previous lunchtime I wolfed it down, the taste not even registering. The yanking process was repeated as my head made contact with a bowl of water. I tried not to show my disappointment that it wasn't piss.
As the last mouthful of water was falling down my gullet I was led back to the other side of the room. The noise indicated that the chain round my neck was being connected to one that was secured I guess either on the floor or the wall.
"Ok Boy this is the deal. Until Thomas and I have decided who to do with you this is where you will stay. We will ensure that you are fed and watered, and this chain is long enough for you to wonder around the floor , or stand, but not both. As you have been a good slave I've convinced Thomas that we can do without the handcuffs, but the blindfold and hood stay. We will be in to check on you, and we will undoubtedly make use of those holes of yours. And when we tell you to wank you wank.Understand?" "Yes, Master Jan" I replied although I had no idea if he was there.
Thus began an endless cycle walking and crawling getting fucked, being ridiculed for having a small penis, forced to wank, and pathetically trying to locate my food dish, and eat what ever mush that Master Jan, and Lord Thomas had placed in it.
I worked out that if they were providing me with three meals a day, it was now day 7.The lack of sight had already meant that my hearing had become more attuned to sound. As soon as I heard the thud of bowls being placed on the floor, I was down on the floor my head flat on the ground and my hands spreading my buttocks waiting to be fucked.
I had still not yet mastered the ability to successfully locate the bowls to feed and water myself without assistance. Something which both Masters thought was hilarious. " What kind of pig is unable to find it's own food?"
"Wanking time" It was Lord Thomas. He cupped my balls with his left hand and began to play with them gently as he did his index finger slid into my hole. "Let's see if we can get you nice and hard for your fans" I had been subjected to this three time already since breakfast. Two days earlier I had been made to wank seven times, and I had to beg to be allowed to stop knowing that I would fail to ejaculate. The torture than Lord Thomas put me through was even worse as I had spent the last months training myself not to even think about what was between my legs, where now I was being constantly reminded of its existence, even worse being reminded that I was the owner of a tiny pathetic dick.
As his finger hit my prostate my dick got hard. "I still need a magnifying glass to see that? Can you actually feel it. Is it actually a dick, or is it a pimple?" The venom in his voice increased as he thrust his finger in deeper. I was relieved when without much effort I felt a dribble leave the tip."You won't get anyone pregnant with that you know" Lord Thomas laughed as he traced the finger over my upper lip.
"Have you asked it?" It was Master Jan. "Not yet, we've been having fun wanking haven't we?" "Yes, Lord Thomas" I tried but failed to summon enthusiasm. I wanted to tell him that I'd happily never wank again.
"It's up to me I suppose" The sound of falling metal was an indication that I was not secured to the wall. This usually indicated it was time for a meal. "Kneel"The back of my head was pushed into soft leather. The first time I had smelt it since I had been with Sir Michael. I began to lick I wanted to get as much of the taste and smell into my brain as possible.
Master Jan laughed" I knew that would get you excited, god knows what you're going to be like when you see it. "Next the padlock that secured my hood was opened, and the hood removed, I felt a gloved hand caress my face, the first time I had felt anything directly against the skin of my face for a week
We're going for a little walk, I followed Master Jan, trying to move quickly on all fours as he dragged me along. Although it was less than a minute I guessed that we had left the room that had been my prison for the last week.
"Thirsty Boy" "Yes Master" "Piss or water' Without thinking I said piss. There was a moment of silence. I contemplated my almost immediate instinctive answer. I had reached the stage where articulating my true thoughts and feelings were difficult, but I knew that I was desperate to drink and savour the salty acrid liquid
"You're luck's in." I opened my mouth ready , would I soon have a dick in my mouth at the same time, or would Master Jan simply aim his large dick at me. I hoped it would be the former as the sensation of a hard dick in my mouth as a Man emptied his bladder was unbeatable. The latter brought the risk that I'd not get to drink every drop, of course the choice was not up to me.
I sensed that he had moved closer, in seconds I felt my head and upper body being moved forward as t was submerged in container full of liquid. As my head was brought up I took a deep breath just in time before I was dunked for a second time. As I coughed Master Jan undid and removed the blindfold, I didn't have time to adjust to the light before I was dunked yet again. This time I heard a countdown, from ten to zero. On Zero I was brought up, and his grip on me released.
Piss was now burning my eyes, throat and the inside of my nose. As I coughed and spluttered he spoke. "Like that Boy". It's a week worth off piss, mine, Thomas's and a couple of our neighbours. "Yes, Master Jan" I bent down and kissed his boots. I looked up and saw his face for the first time since I was fucked in Boss' pub. Without thinking I returned to the container which turned out to be a large black bucket and took a mouthful of the cold stale piss. "Thank You Master Jan" before taking another mouthful.