Wednesday 25 January 2012

Borrowed 2

At last the doors opened by which time my sweat had cooled and I was shivering inside as well as out. He leant in and pulled himself up by the bars of the cage all the while shouting at me to prepare for some exercise and to watch out for myself, kicking the bars as he unlocked the door. He grabbed my head and unbuckled the gag. I thought he would unlock my arms, although all feeling had left them some while ago, but instead he simply pulled open his leathers and started to slap me around the face with his half erect cock. The precum splattered on my cheeks and the smell of piss mixed with dry cum and warm sweaty balls was overpowering. I did my best to open my mouth to take his cock which was visibly getting harder with every swipe of my face but only managed to gag a few times before he lost patience. He grabbed my ears and pulled my head forwards. I yelled as my balls were still tied to the rear bars and by doing so simply made it easy for him to choke the sound with his meat as he thrust it past my teeth into my throat. He didn't wait for me to suck or give him any pleasure, he just thrust violently as deep as his cock would go shouting at me to "take it bitch boi" no doubt hoping I could breath at least for some of the time. I tried, breathing that is, generally without success. I tried to grab a lungful to scream at the pain on my balls as much as anything, his hands simply held me in a vice like grip as he stuffed my mouth. Golden circles of light revolved in my vision and I felt my head swimming as his threats grew to a howl and he held his last thrust deep as his spunk pumped in to me. I couldn't gasp or swallow but as his cock head was past the opening of my throat that didn't matter. The warm cum simply slid into me. He withdrew as he was finishing ejaculating and I got a mouthful of him which dribbled from my mouth as I knelt panting.
He sat back and faced me. "Bet you hate me now boi don't you? Well, never mind, hate me or love me you're mine for a few hours yet so make the most of it." A final slap round the face as he leaned over the cage and unlocked my wrists and he jumped down. "Two minutes, I want you out here". He walked out of sight.

Wednesday 18 January 2012

Big Mistake - End

That was last week. A whole week ago and I'm still reminded of my error nearly every minute of the day.
Sir came back into the dungeon not long after he left me strapped tightly to the bench. I couldn't see well at all owing to the leather strap across my neck making head movement extremely limited but I heard his boots on the steps, slow deliberate strides, approach me from the front. When he stopped my view was one of his leathers and those wonderful knee high boots that I kept polishing as though my life depended on it, as it might very well do.
"I've been thinking about your punishment," he said, "although the crime itself has also featured heavily in those thoughts. We have always agreed that I don't need any reason to flog you, to tie you into excruciating positions or to use you in any way I please other than that of my wanting to. I need, and actually want in this case, to punish you for the errors of judgement you've made but I am determined that whatever punishment I administer will reflect your ill judged behaviour and not just be another whipping session for my pleasure."
I was seriously worried at this point. It was obvious from the position I was in that I was to receive a beating, or so I supposed. I was totally confused at this point.
"I think you'll be pleased with my conclusion. I'm not intending to take away the bike, well, for more than a couple of weeks anyway and you'll be banned from the car for the same period. Any journeys you make will have to be under your own steam. Running, walking, maybe your cycle, whatever way is most convenient at the time. Umm, perhaps the cycle only after a few days, say next week."
So......I was running through the possibilities in my head when he walked over to the table the gear was arranged on. He walked back with the Dragon Cane in his hand and ran it over my shoulder blades.
"Yes," he repeated, "I think this is an eminently suitable punishment."
The first thing I knew was that someone had taken a red hot dagger and stabbed me in the sole of my foot, driving the blade up through my lower leg and twisting it. My choked scream spat drool across the floor as I opened my mouth wider than I thought possible, allowing spit to shoot over and around the ball gag. The same pain repeated in my other foot and my legs went into spasm, pulling against both the straps and the ropes. He continued to beat me in a viscous bastinado, using that cruel instrument, for several minutes varying the strokes so they fell across my heels, my toes and the length of each foot adding several to my backside to allow the pain in my feet to sink in before adding to it. My screaming was reduced to a sobbing moan long before he stopped. I was crying, pleading between breaths, tears flowing freely as my head swam with the pain. I felt as if my legs had been plunged into boiling water or ice up to my knees. They had lost any natural feeling, it was simply a hot cold stinging endless burning.
I wasn't sure if and when he finished. As I recovered some of my sensibilities I found he had thrown the cane onto the floor and left without another word. My straps had been loosened although my feet were still tied to my thighs. I slipped off the bench onto the floor and landed on my side. I began to sob quietly again as I fumbled with the rope. I sat resting my back against the legs of the bench not thinking about anything but the throbbing pain in my feet. I couldn't bear to touch them.
At that moment he opened the door at the top of the stairs and called down. He wanted several jobs done and I was to do them immediately. I got up gradually and went to walk to the stairs. It was then I found how the punishment was to work. I took a step, it shot a pain up my legs and into my body. I cried out and fell down. I hauled myself up and managed to hobble slowly.

Although after a day or two it got gradually better I continually experienced an agony that reminded me of the error of my ways. No car, no bike, everything to be done on foot for at least a week. He was right. Even the bandages he allowed me to put on when several of the weals bled after my boots rubbed the sores open did nothing to lessen the pain.
Speeding, it was a silly mistake. Not trusting him enough to tell him, for fear of the consequences, was something that I would never repeat. It was a slip that could have damaged our relationship. I hated myself for it. I cried more to myself in bed that first night, embarrassed and feeling both guilty and sorry. I know that he forgave me though, the punishment was just that, a punishment. The effects lingered but it was over. Later, when I was allowed into his bed, I held him as never before.

Sunday 15 January 2012

My Turn

He stood in the centre of the room, the cellar room. Concrete floor, concrete walls, dim lighting. All there to enforce the feeling of capture and submission. We both knew he could end it as quickly as he wanted to by giving the one sign we had agreed on, as long as I wanted to notice or hear it that is. But this was his choice as much as mine, him being here I mean. Did he realise what he'd got into. I doubt it.
Quite slight of build, about my height, no more than five nine, loose sweatshirt over jeans, trainers. Said he wanted to experience some bondage and perhaps some cp. Well, he'd come to the right man.
He stood silently. We'd agreed some basics. No talking unless instructed, eyes down at all times also unless instructed. I walked round him, about a 3 foot radius from him. I wore my full black leathers and made sure he saw and heard my boots. I also made sure he saw the horse whip as I tapped it against my right calf where the top of the boot was buckled tightly to my leg. I raised the whip and drew a line round his chest, over his arms and round his back, I drew it up his neck then down to his waist, slowly and purposely following his belt round to his buckle then down the front of his crotch. His cock jerked, almost unseen but I noticed.
After this slow and methodical inspection I suddenly changed the atmosphere. I shouted at him "Strip, quick, get those shoes off now. Move! Now! Now!" smacking first his legs then his arse with the crop. I kept shouting the words and whipping any part of him I could easily reach at the time as he struggled and heaved at his clothes. Breathless he finally flung the last of them to one side where I kicked them out of reach. That's what I wanted. He was now unsure, naked, shivering slightly, wondering.
I circled him again. This time the crop never left his skin as I drew it over various parts of him always making sure it had contact with his balls, his arse crack, his tits or cock. I tapped each one of them, variously hard or not quite so hard gaining either throaty noises or a short vocal yell, depending.
I felt I wanted to fuck him there and then, grab his shoulders from behind, push into him, hear leather against skin, the slick noise of precum against his arse as my cock pushed hard into that crack, him squealing, protesting then grunting in time with my piston action, my hand finding his hardening cock and coaxing it to full erection. But there was plenty of time for that, plenty of time to savour the thought. I know he'd not mentioned fucking but, well, when he's tied, immobile and gagged he'd not need too much persuasion. I'd get him to beg for it before I was finished.
Now down to business. Leather wrist restraints, heavy ones with two buckles each and a padlock over them. Once on they stayed there. I could see his eyes focus on them, felt the twinge of fear, or was it just expectation. Then two more, ankles this time. All done in quick succession. Now he was ready - ish. Still needed to be made immobile. Arms up was the instruction. I backed him until he was under the solid metal girder at least three feet out of his grasp and loosened the chain that lowered the heavy weight carabiners to where I could attach them to his wrists. Once on I stretched him until he was on his toes. That's about the time the fun really starts. I know the legs are still free and he could, at a stretch, kick out but it wasn't in his game plan. He was already submissive enough to accept whatever I was going to do, probably because he didn't know what I was going to do.

I stood in front of him and gently tapped his nipples. He scrunched up his face in a sort of "that tickles keep doing it" way so I stopped. Walking round behind him I drew back the crop and swung a powerful arc, hitting him an inch below his arse cheeks. Remembering from my own Master how painful this area was I wasn't surprised at the volume of his scream or the way he bucked, hanging by his wrists with his feet clear of the ground. The top of his legs now showed a raised scarlet line. I was a decent shot if nothing else. I  thought "just one more for luck" and aimed at exactly the same spot. This time I missed by a millimetre or two but the fact that it raised two minute spots of blood and was accompanied by a howling scream that lasted several seconds longer than the first made the inside of my crotch both warmer and wetter than it had been.
He gasped and pleaded for me to stop, "some hopes there boi" I thought. He had wet eyes that accentuated his long brown lashes, not exactly crying but tears all the same. And only two strikes so far. Again I ran the crop over him making soothing noises and again I played with his nipples. He came down to earth and began to breath softly once more. I noticed his cock was still semi erect as it had been as I had chained him up, so, my work wasn't unappreciated altogether.

Holding his cock with one hand, gently teasing it, I leant forward and kissed him. He was obviously not expecting this but immediately opened his mouth and accepted my tongue whilst pushing his back into me. His cock hardened in my palm and I felt the moisture gradually pool between my fingers.
Pulling away I took one ankle at a time and laced rope through the rings on the restraints, pulling each one through a sturdy ring set in the concrete floor far enough apart to dislocate both his legs if I wanted to and certainly enabling me to place him in a tight spread eagle. Isn't it warming inside to see those balls so unprotected and that rigid cock bouncing about above them. The pain I could inflict there without touching the rest of him if I wanted to was too much to think about.

I strode over to where I kept the toys and picked up a decent ball gag. It was black rubber, not too hard,  which gave slightly when you bit into it. I had been forced to wear this many times during a whipping and knew that being able to bite down, the tiniest amount, helped you to cope with the pain. I rubbed his lips with it and gradually pushed it into his now willing mouth. Once in I pulled the leather straps and the ball locked behind his teeth. Back to the toy store. This time I picked up a bull whip, short, only three feet on total, but quite heavy. I stood in front of him and played the plaited leather tail through my hands. I took a couple of steps towards him, looped the whip around his neck and pulled it so it slid in an arc and dropped down his chest. It was certainly more fear than expectation in his eyes now and I think the noises trying to pass the gag
were linked to this fear.
I stepped away, drew back the whip and swung it, reasonably gently, so that it encircled his waist with a satisfying smack. Yes, there was a yell and his body  reacted with a quick movement, but it wasn't more than I would have expected from a novice. For the next five minutes or so I continued to walk round him swinging the whip and striking him on various parts of his body, pulling the length of leather back through my hands each time and giving him chance to yell - or scream as they got harder -before the next lash emblazoned his pale white skin. I looked into his eyes each time. Sometimes we locked, most of the time his were shut. Once I had ensured that his back, chest and upper legs had a roughly equal amount of gorgeous crimson lines on them I stopped. He hung, panting, dribbling, his cock limp and his skin sweaty. Dropping the whip I ran my fingers over some of the lines on his chest as I spoke softly to him, reassuring him that it was time for some pleasure. I nuzzled his neck and alternately gently wanked him and played with his tits. Hie erection took a bit of time but once he had recovered I had a decent seven inches of hard flesh in my hands that throbbed in time with my hand movements.
"Think you can take a bit more?" was the question I asked. He very quickly nodded. My hand felt round his waist and over his rather striated backside until I played with the crack between his cheeks. With one finger I teased his hole always judging his reaction by the way his cock jumped which I held in my other hand. I wanted so badly to fuck this boi. My cock was hot and wet, I could feel my precum lubing the leather below my waist but something held me back. The last thing I wanted was for this to be our one and only meeting. I stepped round behind him. I unzipped and let my own cock rest on his crack while I continued to gently wank him. He relaxed totally now, almost, but not quite, hanging by the wrists as he swung ever so slightly back and forth allowing his movement to rub me in time with my hand on him. Only minutes later he yelled a guttural scream and pumped his spunk over my hand, down my wrists and over the floor. This in turn made me stiffen and cum, pushing my load over his back and the front of my leathers. I hung on to his shoulders for a few moments before releasing my grasp and wiping the excess spunk off my crotch onto his chest. His own spunk I wiped onto his face where he no choice but to feel it slip behind the gag.
Before I undid his bondage I wiped a warm flannel over him then used a large towel to dry anything that needed it. He needed some support as his arms were lowered and he sat on the floor as I unlaced his ankles. I gave him back his clothes and asked him how his first experience felt. Before he took his clothes from me he simply stood, put his arms round me and kissed me. No words were spoken as he dressed. As he left he said "Thankyou Sir, I would be thrilled if you could spare the time to see me again".

I think I may very well find the time.            

Thursday 12 January 2012

The Blue Lamp

    I suppose I should really have guessed that I had made a serious mistake as soon as I walked into the bar.Call it naivety from an innocent abroad that I didn't catch on and do an instant runner.From the outside it just seemed to have that certain indiscernible quality that appealed to me.The place had a sort of a timewarp that reminded me of the kind of films I loved so much.Made around the middle of the last century and featuring locations around post war Europe.
   This was my very first night in Berlin.It was a city I had heard so much about but had never before visited,so far it hadn't disappointed.So as the autumn light faded I had ventured out into the district of the city that was comprised of bars and restaurants and it had felt good.A decent meal had contributed to the feeling of well being and it was shortly after leaving the restaurant that I passed the cellar bar called  "The Blue Lamp".
   The steep narrow stairs descended beneath street level and along a winding narrow passage lined with framed monochrome prints that were redolent of an earlier age.I vaguely recognised a couple of film stars of the thirties as well as others that were more esoteric,but all of which added to the pleasantly retro feel of the place.
  The heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a long,narrow rectangular bar with high stools in a row along the polished timber counter top.Two guys who looked to me like bikers were deep in conversation towards the far end and they appeared to take little notice of me as I ordered a beer and took a seat on one of the upholstered benches opposite.I sat for a while reading the English newspaper that I had brought with me on the flight earlier and sipped at the lager that the barman had served in the big litre glass,it was about half an hour by the time I drained it and I made a mental note to ensure that I only ordered a small one on the next occasion.
   I was getting ready to leave when one of the guys came over and introduced himself as Kurt.He was the bigger of the two,tall blond and broad shouldered,bright blue piercing eyes and dressed in black leather from the waist down.The well cut black leather breeches that he wore did nothing to hide the distinctly well developed bulge that hung to the right hand side of his crotch and he also wore a rather fetishistic looking pair of highly polished black leather motor cycle boots that buckled around his calfs with four heavy leather straps,beneath which the insteps had panels where laces criss crossed and were tied neatly in bows.From where I sat Kurt's bulge was at face level and I considered that he was either very big or he already had the beginnings of an erection under the black leather of those wonderful looking tightly zipped breeches.We were soon joined by Johann,the other guy from the bar.He was several inches smaller than Kurt,I guessed around five feet eight,but he too had a nicely developed body,it was clear that both guys worked out rtegularly.He was dressed much the same,identical breeches,but his black leather knee boots were laced from instep to knee.Both of them had left their motor bike jackets hanging on the coat hooks at the far end and the tight black short sleeved tee shirts they wore certainly showed off their muscled torsos to full advantage. 
    Unlike his friend Johann had short dark hair but I could easily understand their attraction to one another despite the fact that I certainly didn't consider myself to be in any way gay,having never had a relationship of any kind with a guy.The bar tender brought over three more litre glasses of beer and placed them on the table between us.I hadn't intended to have another but calculated that I would still have only drunk three and a half pints,I could handle that.
   They both spoke quite good English,albeit heavily accented  and I found them quite interesting.Kurt was a student of local history and he explained that although the city had been pretty comprehensively flattened by the bombing during the war the nature of the buildings had meant that much of the accommodation had in fact been below ground level,so a lot of this had survived,including the bar that we were in."Our apartment is an excellent example of this" he said "We have a very spacious basement area that remained completely intact,perhaps you might like to see it,it is  only just around the corner".
  In normal circumstances I most probably would not have accepted the offer and I had completely forgotten the two glasses of red wine that I had drunk in the restaurant with my dinner so by this time I was perhaps more than a little drunk and saw no reason to be cautious,after all,what could happen to me? We walked the few hundred metres from the bar to their apartment.It looked warm and inviting in the dark October night with the bright light spilling out from the windows onto the street.The apartment was spread over two floors above ground and was furnished quite sparsely in a minimalist style that used light wood and stainless steel to complement the expanses of cream painted walls.We sat in the lounge around a low coffee table and Johann pulled the cork from a bottle of white wine before placing a good sized glass in front of me.I rationalised,although I was fairly drunk I could still walk alright and could always call a taxi to take me back to the hotel.We drank the wine and more was poured despite my protests,which  were waved away in a friendly manner commensurate with good hosts.Conversation turned to the building and Kurt produced a faded sepia photograph that showed the entire street as it was in 1945.The houses were bare shells with no glass in the windows and roofs missing."Come and have a look at the basement" Kurt was on his feet and heading towards the stripped wooden door that led onto a flight of  concrete steps that descended to the cellar area.
    I don't know what I was expecting it to be like  really.Most likely a modern equipped office space where they worked from with chromium tubular chairs or maybe a leisure area where they listened to music,or painted or indulged in whatever their hobbies were.We  reached the bottom of the steps.The sight that now confronted me momentarily took my breath away.There before me was a scene from another world,another time.The room was large and probably about twenty feet by twelve but it was equipped not as I had imagined as an office but rather in the manner of a dungeon.The stone flagged floors were of dark slate like material and the wall at the far end had a steel body cage built into one corner as well as a pair of upright timber roof supports,substantial solid oak columns the best part of a foot square with iron rings set into them at intervals.I was struck into silence."What do you think of it?" The question came from Johann "It's..It's...v.very nice" I replied.I really was totally at a loss as to what to say."You should try it out" he continued.I felt a chill run down my spine.There was something in the way that this was said that told me that this was not so much a recommendation as an order.
  I tried to be casual and glanced at my watch "I really should be getting back to my hotel,I have an early meeting tomorrow". Kurt laughed "But you could stay here". Without warning a huge hand extended and took me by the scruff of the neck and then forced me down onto my knees where I knelt in shock."If you co-operate with us you will get to your meeting on time tomorrow morning" He could not have made himself more clear as to his intentions regarding me and at six feet four and heavily muscled there was no way that I was going to escape him.He pulled on a pair of black leather gloves in a meaningful way and then walked across to a table and picked up a vicious looking black riding crop which he flexed between his outstretched hands. "Get him ready" he said to Johann.
   The smaller man walked up to me,his leather boots clicking distinctly on the stone floor with every step."Take off all your clothes boy" he ordered.I hesitated briefly but as Kurt was within striking distance and still flexing the crop I did as he said and began to undress until eventually I stood naked between them.I noticed now that Kurt's bulge had grown appreciably as I had stripped off and he stepped forward and placed the riding crop on the ridge of my right shoulder blade. He began to trace the line of it with the tip of the crop."Now boy, for the next few hours you belong to us.You will address me as Master Kurt and you will address him as Sir.He pointed the crop towards Johann."Is that clear boy?" I heard my own voice say "Yes Master Kurt" I really couldn't believe that I had capitulated in such an easy manner.Johann approached and I noticed that he held a long leather tube covered in laces in his hands.He moved behind me and I felt him place the single arm glove over my wrists and proceed to tighten the laces.The effect was quite remarkable.As he laced it up my arms began to move closer together behind my back and the restricting feel of the glove grew inexorably.Finally he buckled the shoulder straps into position and tightened up the four leather straps that ran around my arms from the wrists up to just beneath the shoulders.In this way my arms were pinioned tightly behind my back.I struggled briefly to move them but they didnt budge a millimetre.
    Now they had me where they wanted.I suppose that had effectively been the case ever since we had entered the house as I had no doubt that had I attempted to leave at any point these two fit guys would have overpowered me easily.They stood side by side looking at their prey,beaten and submissive before them.I glanced from one to the other.Apart from their height and build they were pretty much identical,black leather boots and breeches held tightly at the waist by wide,heavy grade leather belts,skin tight  black tee shirts that showed every muscular ripple of their superbly developed torsos and fine black leather gloves. I kept myself in pretty decent trim but compared to these two I was a weakling.Kurt's blue eyes seemed to bore into me as he played once more with the riding crop,giving me the impression that he might well like me to give him the excuse to use it on me. "OK,finish preparing him" he said to Johann.
   The next stage of the preparation involved me being fitted with a black leather penis restraint.Johann grabbed my cock and pulled it through the circular aperture in the leather before buckling the strap underneath my balls and connecting it to the one that encircled me below the waist.He grabbed my balls roughly, screwing them into a painful bunch that caused me to yell out.This brought me a solid back handed slap across the face with his gloved hand that sent me reeling and I was ordered to remain silent.I was a bit shocked by the slap.It was the first time any violence had been offered and,subdued by the blow I meekly allowed Johann to buckle up the four thin leather straps  around my penis shaft.To my absolute amazement I found myself developing an erection as he deftly drew the buckles up tight and my cock was squeezed by their ever decreasing circumference.I gasped as much in pleasure now,wondering if it was the mere act of physical compression that was causing my arousal or whether the whole experience was in fact becoming an unlooked for erotic pleasure.I had never looked at a guy and fancied him but my eyes now fell again on Kurt's crotch.The way the dimly lit dungeon was illuminated cast him largely in shadow as he stood towering over me but the massive bulge that distended the black leather of his breeches was totally unmistakable now.I guessed that his cock must be huge as the line of the shaft lay diagonally positioned across his zipped fly as he lightly stroked himself with the flat leather tip of the crop.I looked at Johann and saw that his crotch too was equally strained .He now proceeded to fit me with a leather head harness.The heavy leather straps enclosed my skull as if it had been placed in some kind of rigid net.At the centre of this device  straps held a hard leather covered tube that he fitted inside my mouth and buckled into place.This ring gag served to hold my mouth fully open and I had a pretty good idea of what it's function was.Johann buckled a wide heavy black leather collar around my neckThis  forced my head back due to it's width and stiffness and finally he clipped on a short leather leash,rather like a leather dog lead.
   Bound in such a manner I was now under his total control and he was easily able to lead me wherever he chose,a feeling of sheer absolute helplessness now threatened to overwhelm me and I felt any resolve that I may have had to resist collapse.He tugged lightly on the leash and I followed him obediently to the centre of the dungeon where a four legged timber bench was positioned.He bent my waist  across it and secured both my legs to the rear uprights with wide leather straps and then lifted my arms up behind me in the glove before clipping a D ring at the end onto a steel ring that was set into the ceiling beam.Kurt stood against the far wall watching the performance before Johann appeared back in my line of vision.
   He now held a rather vicious looking coiled black leather bullwhip in his right hand which he proceeded to crack through the air a few times.If this was intended to frighten me it did a very good job.I desperately wanted to beg him for mercy but of course the ring gag that was forcing my mouth wide open prevented me from saying anything,or even making any sort of coherent sound.It now emitted a thin but steady trail of drool that fell in strings onto the dungeon floor beneath my face and this itself added greatly to my humiliation which I guessed was part of the reason for them fitting me up in this manner.Johann walked around me slowly. Every step reverberating as his polished black leather laced knee boots made contact with the dark stone floor.He stopped where I could see him and slowly and deliberately drew the braided whip tail through his left glove until he held the tightly knotted tip between his gloved fingers.It was a mesmerising performance that had me quaking in fear for how things would progress.
   The suspense was electric.I waited for the first stroke of the whip to land and time seemed to stop. Suddenly with a crack the air was split and an instant later I felt a sharp pain that spread across my body as if I had been stabbed in the back with a knife.I heard my own disembodied howl fill the dungeon.It was even more painful than I had expected and my howl quickly subsided into a soft sob as I contemplated my inability to influence in asny way at all what was happening to me,or indeed what might happen from here on.I had no idea of the time that elapsed between the first and second strokes but when it came the next stroke seemed to hurt even more than the previous one had.Kurt now moved forward and stood with his firm leather crotch right up to my face.He held the collar leash and stroked the side of my face with his gloved fingers in a way that seemed to be encouraging me to fall into the pain,to accept and embrace it.It was a strangely comforting experience and I felt the warm hardness of his body beneath the black leather as he pushed himself into me,an action that he quite clearly found quite stimulating too.Johann wielded the bullwhip with expertise and from the third stroke I felt the effect of the endorphins begin to take hold.I began to feel a euphoria that was out of keeping with the fact that I had been forcibly bound and gagged and was now being whipped soundly.My head became light and the strokes seemed to merge into one another until eventually I lost track of their number.When Johann eventually laid down the whip I lay exhausted across the bench.it was at this point that Kurt unzipped his breeches and withdrew his cock.It was quite simply magnificent.It must have been eight inches in length with a girth that defied even his big hand to encircle.it stood massively erect just waiting to spit it's load of hot creamy semen in my direction and,having seen it,I wanted it. I didn't have long to wait.Kurt moved forward and slotted his cock into the  ring gag.I was surprised that it fitted in,such was it's thickness.But the huge pink column did fit and I felt it's firm push as it made it's way like a thick,sinuous snake towards the back of my mouth as Kurt worked his leather clad hips back and forth to drive it deeper and deeper inside me.It was at this point that I realised that something was also going on behind me.The first evidence of this was the sensation of something being pushed into my arse.As it progressed I felt the cool lubricant as it was spread inside me and I knew that Johann was preparing me to be fucked.Eventually I heard him emit a low groan and I felt his erect cock enter and penetrate my virgin arse,burying itself deep inside me as he thrust himself forward.By this time Kurt had taken a tight hold on the leash attached to my collar and he was penetrating deep into my tight throat with long,slow strokes that he was quite clearly enjoying tremendously judging by the noises of satisfaction that were coming from him.His long thick cock at it's full extent now filled my throat,cutting off my airways completely.I began to splutter as I fought for air but being tightly bound as well as secured to the fucking bench by several heavy leather straps as well as having my bound wrists hooked up high to the overhead anchor point I was  totally unable to move as the two black leather clad guys spit roasted me from either end.It seemed as if my spluttering was stimulating Kurt even further as his wild thrusts became still more frenzied now and I guessed that he was nearing his orgasm.I hoped that he would soon shoot before I passed out from lack of air and suddenly my prayers were answered as I heard his scream and felt the first shot of hot spunk hit my throat.The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I tried desperately to move my throat muscles so as to milk as much cum from him as I could and I felt wave after wave of his juice as it at first spurt,and then trickled in a constant stream down to my belly.I had no idea of the quantity that he released into me but it seemed to me as if I might drown in his spunk.Eventually Kurt relaxed and,as he  rocked back on his heels  his orgasm subsided.Then I heard from behind me Johann's shout of pleasure,almost as loud as his partner's had been as his own cock unloaded it's hot cargo and propelled it deep into my arse.
   Of course I had no option to remain exactly where I was while they used me to clean the residue from both their cocks.Kurt removed the ring gag which I guessed had been put into place to prevent me from biting him,not that this was an option that would have crossed my mind while I was in such a vulnerable position.I obediently cleaned them both in turn,gagging slightly at Johann's which had been buried deep inside my arse,but the cause of this was more psychological than anything to do with any unpleasant taste.Having used me to cleanse them both thoroughly they zipped up and Johann released me from the  bench across which I had been bound and unstrapped my arms from the leather single arm glove.I was ordered to go into the corner of the dungeon and face the wall.They spoke in German of which I only understood a little but I guessed that they were discussing what to do next.I heard Johann say the word "Polizei" and I assumed they were deciding if would report them when released.
    The next thing I knew was that Johann had hold of the leash and I was being led on all fours across to the other corner where a rectangular steel cage was positioned.He opened the door and used his boot to encourage me to crawl inside.Once I was in there he brought a short length of steel chain from the rack on the wall and secured me to a steel bolt set into the cage floor by the D ring that was in the front of the leather posture collar that I wore.He produced a two small silver steel padlocks and slipped one through the bolt in the cage floor and the end link of the chain so that my face was only a few inches from the metal.He closed the steel door and used the other lock to shut me inside.My hands were free but of course being fixed by the collar and being locked in there was  absolutely no prospect of escape and I had to resign myself to the fact that it was their intention to keep me there until they made a decision on what to do with me.I had the hope of course that Kurt had said that if I complied with their desires I would make my meeting in the morning but I was unsure just how much I could rely on this.
  Being chained into that position soon became quite uncomfortable.However I moved my body the aching soon spread from my knees and thighs to my back and I was now left in pitch darkness as they had left,presumably having gone to bed in the upper part of the house.All kinds of possibilities went through my mind as to their intentions for me.In the darkness the more dire outcomes took on the aspect of reality and I imagined myself being found a couple of days later floating naked in one of the cities rivers or being disposed of in one of a variety of horrendous ways.I had no idea of how much time had elapsed either.I knew that I had left the restaurant at nine.Maybe a couple of hours at The Blue Lamp and it may have been another three since we had arrived at their house.I guessed it might be about two in the morning.
    Sleep was out of the question in the position in which I was held and there really was nothing that I could do but wait,changing my position as regularly as I could to relieve the worst of the aches and keep my circulation going.Eventually a shaft of light penetrated the darkness of my prison.It came from the top of the stairs and was followed by the sound of boots.Johann was carrying a stainless steel tray that consisted of two stamped out bowls.He unlocked the cage and  pushed the tray in so that it came to rest under my face.One bowl had a warmish liquid that as he put on a recessed uplighter took on the hue of coffee,the other  contained some grey coloured mass that appeared to be porridge.He laughed as he re-locked the cage door. "Kurt insists on treating guests in such a manner,I would give you cold water and stale bread" I was quickly forming the opinion that Johann was the guy I had to fear.He possessed a genuine streak of sadism in his personality and I had no doubt whatsoever that I was to be the subject of his attention.I guessed that my back already carried the scars of his bullwhip from the previous night.I drank and ate as best I could and then  settled down to manage the time.
    It was probably about two hours before the door at the top of the stairs opened again.I guessed that by now my business meeting would have begun and it would be noticed that I was  missing.They would check with the hotel and presumably find that my bed had been slept in because I had taken a nap the previous evening before I had gone out.I thought that they would most likely look at the CCTV and find that I had left the hotel the previous evening.It was Kurt who came down the stairs this time.His big frame was clothed in only a pair of brief running shorts and a tee shirt and he wore trainers.He unlocked the cage and released my collar from the floor bolt."Follow me" he said in a way that was not unfriendly.He led me up to the lounge that looked out onto the street.It was a bright,sunlit autumn morning outside.Johann sat at the dining table dressed in his leathers with a mug of coffee in front of him."We want you to stay" he said simply. "But I can't" I protested,adding "I have a family who will be missing me".He didn't speak but turned his laptop towards me revealing a picture of myself .I read the profile " Marcus Watkins,38 years old,single,sales negotiator,lives alone in Norwich.Next of Kin  Richard Watkins,Uncle ,Cape Town, South Africa .

   I swallowed hard.Somehow he had managed to access my file and that had revealed  just how unlikely it was that I would  be  missed by anyone other  than my employer. "But you can't do that..." my mind raced to think of valid reasons to back up my assertion but Johann was there before me "Oh but I think you will find that we can. Before  I could say anything else he asked "Can you honestly say that you didn't enjoy your little introductory session last night,you certainly seemed to be"."Look that isn't the point.,what makes you think that you can just take a guy off the streets and turn him into some sort of...sex slave".As I said it I realised that this was exactly what I had been taken for.Johann suddenly appeared to harden in his line."Look there are two ways we can do this.You can either give in and allow us to make of you whatever we choose,or you can resist.In a way I rather hope that you will because I will break you boy".The riding crop that Kurt had carried the previous night was lieing on the chair and Johann stood up and flexed it between his hands."Now which is it to be?" The inference was quite clear.If I did not acqiesce to their demands Johann would use less than gentle methods to make me comply.I really had no other option.I decided to play along with it until I got the chance to escape.I considered that it would be very hard for them to guard me twenty four hours a day and I would take the opportunity as soon as it presented itself.
   So I agreed to their terms.They laid down what my duties would be.It amounted to a combination of houseboy and sex slave.I was given a uniform consisting of a pair of lace up ankle boots,a black leather collar emblazoned with the word "slave" in silver letters and a black leather thong just big enough to contain my genitals.I was told that I should speak only when spoken to and apart from that I should obey any orders given by either them instantly or a punishment would be carried out.johann led me into the kitchen and placed a box of cleaning materials on the work top.He still carried the riding crop which he used to point to the various places that needed to be cleaned and I set to work.After a short while I decided to check that the back door to the house was actually locked.I tried to turn the handle but they had obviously thought of that.As I worked I began to think logically about my situation.My treatment of the previous night had not actually been that unpleasant and I had been very much turned on by the spit roasting by two extremely fit guys.Even the whipping had not been too bad,certainly once the endorphins had begun to flow.On the down side I was pretty sure that Johann especially had rougher stuff planned for me but for now I just kept my head down and did as they said.
   I was working for maybe two hours when Johann returned.I had worked diligently and everything looked sparkling in the kitchen.He still carried the riding crop which he had a habit of flicking against the top of his right boot in a somewhat threatening way as I worked and I must admit that my cock twitched as I took in the sight of his muscled body confined by the skin tight black leather.He walked elegantly with an economy of movement that fascinated me even though the threat of the crop scared me to the core.My eyes fell on his crotch.His cock was quite clearly erect beneath the leather which showed quite clearly the outline and dimensions of his shaft.My mind wandered to the memory of it from the previous night's session.It wasn't as big as Kurt's but it was nevertheless most impressive and I had no doubt whatsoever judging from it's current condition that it would not be too long before I saw it again.He walked up to where I knelt as I worked and picked up a short braided black leather leash from the worktop,clipping it deftly to my collar.He looked down at me unsmiling ash is gloved fingers pulled on the leash until I felt the transmitted warmth of his body beneath my lips.I began to kiss the firm bulge,drinking in the heavy aroma of the leather that now filled my senses completely.Johann began to breathe more heavily as I kissed the still firming bulge,my lips performing a sensuous dance.The leather felt good and I realised  that my erection too was growing as I teased him with my kisses.He reached down and stroked my cock with his riding crop."Getting excited are we boy,did Master tell you that you were allowed to ecome aroused?" "No Master" I heard my words of abject compliance fall from my lips and I knew that Johann was following a plan that would result in my total enslavement.I was on the slope now but powerless to resist as I slid inexorably towards complete submission.My kisses grew in both strength and intensity and the bulge beneath the leather responded."Take the zip down boy" My fingers responded  to his command and the zipper slid effortlessly down it's track as the fly of his breeches parted.The aroma now changed as his rampant maleness mingled with the smell of leather to form an erotic cocktail and his erect shaft appeared before me.I regarded the hard pillar of flesh for a second and then extended my tongue to take the bead of glistening liquid that had welled in the slit at the centre of the pink dome.I felt Johann shudder briefly and then his hips thrust forward as he took what he clearly considered his right and his cock penetrated deep into my throat.I fought back the choking sensation as best I could,well aware that I was a novice at this but nevertheless determined to make a good job of it,partly due to the threat of the riding crop but partly because deep down inside I knew that I wanted to. Johann's actions now became much more aggressive.Tucking the riding crop into his heavy leather belt he now grabbed my head with his left hand and screwed my hair into a painful bunch,his other hand holding the leash that was attached to my collar.He now proceeded to violently fuck my mouth with complete disregard to the fact that his cock had now cut off my airways.His own satisfaction was his sole concern and,even as I fought for air I recognised for the first time his right to put his sexual pleasure above my welfare,he was turning me into his slave in my acceptance of his domination.

















  

Wednesday 11 January 2012

Big Mistake 2

So, it's been several hours now and no response. He's acting as if nothing has happened and I'm shitting myself. I know he's enjoying this, there's that smile at the corners of his mouth. It's the same one I see at the edge of my sight when not blindfolded,  bound between those heavy pillars in the dungeon and he's about to swing the whip for the first time. There's a certain erotic pleasure in the few seconds before the first stroke for me as well as him although I don't usually smile at this point. You know the feeling, just before you pick up your cutlery before you start your favourite meal, just as you step over the hotel foyer at the beginning of a well earned holiday, it's all to live for, stretching in front of you.
I have thought of offering certain self punishments, self inflicted tokens of remorse but he doesn't need to accept any of these. He can think up his own far better ones and hardly needs me to rely on me. I'd give anything to get over this particular hurdle, I can't concentrate on anything, can't eat and I know if it goes on I won't sleep.
It's his "nothing has happened" attitude that's driving  me insane.
After supper I find myself standing in the kitchen,eyes shut, leaning with my palms on the pine work table when he rests his hands on my shoulders. I jump as I didn't hear him behind me. He turns me round and looks straight into my eyes.
"You can't make any offers. Don't say punish me Sir as I can and will anyway. I can do with you exactly as I please. I can put you on your bike, lock the gates behind you and never see you again. I can manacle you, chain you in the most extraordinarily painful position in the punishment cell, gag you, lock the cellar and go away on holiday if I choose to. So don't think you can offer me anything in recompense for helping you out here."
I look down, there's nothing I can say. I want to cry but am not going to.
"Yes Sir. I understand. What will happen is my own fault. I just want you to know I feel I have let you down, and that makes me feel worst of all."
"Well, as you've thought about it, and about time I may add, perhaps you ought to go down to the dungeon  by yourself and stay there for a while and reflect on things."
"Yes Sir."

It's been a couple of hours. I've put myself in the punishment cell and shut the door. It's very warm, I'm shiny all over. I've tried to wank slowly but I've not even got an appetite for that. Drops of precum ooze from the tip of my cock and slide down the side of my sweaty thigh. Something makes me taste it. Not as good as his.
Maybe I slide into some sort of half sleep because the next thing I know is that he's there, outside the cell, in his leathers with his hands on the door.
"Better come out now boi, I need a bit of exercise. Don't think this will get you off the hook but it may make me feel altogether better about you and, well, anything that makes me feel better about you at the moment has got to be good."
I crawl out backwards and stand, head bowed in front of him. He throws the key to my shorts on the ground in front of me, a sign for me to lose them. Half a minute later I'm standing as before but the slave collar is the only covering I now have. He points to the whipping/fuck bench. There's no need for words, I know the drill. He carefully wraps the thick, pliable leather restraints around my wrists and pulls them down the legs of the bench until my arms are stretched tight, then fixes each one to the nearest ring screwed securely into the heavy wood. I feel my chest pressed into the leather top of the bench, already I have to make an effort to get a lungful of air. He does the same to each thigh, pulling each leg hard to make sure there is no give whatsoever. No other restraint is necessary but that's only the start. A leather strap about 2 inches wide is pulled over my neck keeping my head in place over the end of the apparatus, another wider one is pulled with some force over my waist. Breathing, not easy before, is now difficult. Walking round to my head he offers me a solid looking leather gag attached to a harness that he straps to my head, carefully making sure each separate strap is locked before starting with the next. No blindfold yet anyway. He then goes round to my backside again and grabs my feet one at a time bending them up and tieing them to my thigh restraints. If I could touch the ground at this point I'd be balancing on my kneecaps, the soles of my feet facing upwards. With my mind racing he walks away, his boots clicking on the bare concrete floor, slamming the dungeon door behind him.
This doesn't look good.

Monday 9 January 2012

His Mistake

Oh how I love it when he is scared.I watch for the body language as the shoulders droop and he loses confidence in his ability to handle the situation.It's cruel of me of course,but then cruelty is what it's all about,it's what our relationship began  with and what it has grown and developed around.
    There are different sorts  but they are all equally delicious.When I am got up in all my leathers and I am holding the cavalry whip in my gloved right hand I can see the fear in his eyes.It's good,cock hardening fear.The kind of fear you see in a guy when he knows that you can destroy him.I've often wondered what it would be like to bind him securely,say to a good solid tree trunk,and to use that whip to it's full potential.
  With a weapon like that,heavy and unforgiving you know that it wouldn't be long before it started to carve it's way into his flesh.I tend to take aim on his arse and give him maybe thirty of forty moderate to heavy strokes.The whip makes him bleed,beginning at about the halfway point.I realise that it's pretty painful but by the time I have finished he is still capable of going down on me and bringing me off delightfully into his mouth and throat.
    Then  now and again I get these dark thoughts.I love the vulnerabilty of his body in suspension and I get to thinking about how it would be if I really decided to hurt him.I see his body slowly rising as the electric hoist lifts him towards the ceiling by the heavy leather ankle cuffs.I stop when his head is about crotch level and buckle the wide black leather thigh cuffs on him.They have the wrist ones attached and,as I tighten their silver steel buckles his arms are soon secured neatly at his sides.
   He looks  so good hanging there in the dimly lit dungeon.The low lights reflect from his neatly sculpted shoulders giving areas of shade all down his back where his body narrows towards the waist and I just have to touch him.My black leather fingers trace the line of his spine and I feel the delightful outline of his muscles.It is so sensuous to touch them and to feel their firm resistance.I slide the black leather hood over his head.The gleaming jet hide is supple yet strong and the act of buckling it up tight so that it follows the profile of his skull is erotic in the extreme.This one has extra leather straps that extend right around the sides and buckle down on the base of his neck and as I meticulously tighten each individual strap I savour the gradually increasing restriction of his movement.
    Finally all the straps are tightened to their full extent and the effect is erotic in the extreme.The marketing blurb called it a  "Sci-Fi" hood,and certainly the price was pretty astronomical.Nevertheless I do appreciate the amount of work that went into it's creation and it looks sublime.I buckle the blindfold section into place and pick up the gag attachment,which I have a feeling that I am going to need today.He feels the  hard rubber plug being slid between his teeth and I tighten the buckles on either side of the mouth aperture that serves to pull the  rubber in deeper.He makes a soft gurgling noise and I run my hands across his torso as he hangs motionless in mid air.
    The cavalry whip always feels good.It is about four feet long and gloriously weighty,carved from a single piece of heavy leather.When I draw the tail through my gloved hand I can feel it's destructive potential just by holding it.I stand back and set my booted feet well apart.My own reflection catches my eye in the mirror on the wall.I think that maybe it is just as well for him that he is hooded,the sight would surely be fearsome to him as I prepare to take aim.
    Suddenly I am aware of the pleasurable throbbing at my crotch.The build up has produced a substantial erection and the resultant pre-cum is already beginning to soak through the tight black leather  of my breeches.I draw back the whip and bring it round in a full blooded sizzling curve and it impacts mid way between his shoulder blades.His body sways and tosses  as the heavy tail leaves a broad dark red mark on his flesh.A strangled scream comes from beneath the gag and before he has stopped swaying I land a second stroke across the first.Gradually I build into the rhythm.The whip sings followed by the impact and then the next stroke.Mentally I count to ten in between strokes,six a minute cutting into his swinging body.
   I lose count of the number as I realise that I am reaching a trance like state of pleasurable mental satisfaction,the regular noise of the heavy whip landing on his body pushing me further and further towards euphoria.The whip has begun to open wounds now and his back bleeds freely from them the streams of blood finding their way to his shoulders from where they begin to drip onto the dungeon floor.

Sunday 8 January 2012

Big Mistake 1

It's Tuesday morning. The post has just arrived. I have seen one envelope that makes me feel as if I've swallowed a food mixer. Brown, A4 and I'm sure of what's inside. Sir has seen it too and I know he knows even though he hasn't looked at me.
"Sir"
"Boi?"
"Sir, I have something to tell you, something I should have told you before now."
Silence. He simply looks at me with a very slight smile on his lips.
"I'm sorry Sir."
Still silence. I hate this bit, simply HATE it. It screws me up inside more than anything. A couple of weeks ago I was caught in a speed trap. I was on the bike, the long way round from doing some shopping. Clear road, clear day but didn't notice the copper with the radar gun. I even stopped to try and explain it was a "mistake", like he believed that. 81 in a 70. 3 points and sixty quid - plus tax! He said I got off easy.
Trouble is, when I got home I didn't mention it. I don't know why. It's not that I thought he'd beat the shit out of me, he probably will anyway, I just felt such a fool. It's been over three years since my last trip into this territory and now this. And what if,  what if he thinks of different ways to punish me, not for speeding but for not owning up. Does he think I don't trust him? God, I hope not. That's the last thing he needs to think. I just don't know why I didn't own up. Embarrassment, looking stupid, letting him down. All of those.
"Sir, I know I should have told you and I know I'm an idiot but I think I got caught in a radar trap on the bike."
He still looks at me in silence.
"I'm really sorry Sir."
Thoughts race through my head, 60 with the cavalry whip, 60 days without the bike, 60 days in chastity? Worst of all, 60 days without him touching me.
He gives me the envelope. I open it. As I expected, £60 plus 3 points.
I show him the summons.
"And you didn't care to mention it because...?"
"I felt such a fool Sir and I didn't want to look a fool in your eyes Sir."
"Well, what's done is done. This is the punishment for a moments recklessness, you'd better pay it."
"Yes Sir, thankyou. It really was a moment's inattention."
"Ok boi."
"So, you will pay it Sir?"
"Me boi? No indeed. It's your fine. You pay it."
"But I don't have any money Sir, apart from that which you allow for housekeeping and some petrol."
"Should have thought of that should you not, boi?"
"But Sir...If it's not paid in 30 days I could be charged with non payment of a fine, doesn't that carry a custodial sentence?"
"As I said, you should have thought of that."
We look at each other. He sees the fear in my eyes. I look down. Surely he wouldn't.

Saturday 7 January 2012

That Fireblade.

    He thought that by agreeing to him keeping the Fireblade and being allowed a weekly ride I was being kind and considerate. Well I suppose in view of the fact that I regularly thrash him soundly he was entitled to expect a little leeway.But it is only in part kindness that motivates me.As well as the fact that I knew he loved the blood red Honda there was the additional motivation that every time I watched him dress for his ride I got that wonderful feeling between my legs.
     As the neat,firmly muscled body became encased in the tight black leather racing suit I felt my erection grow.The act of putting on the suit.boots,gloves and helmet wrought a remarkable change in his identity,.He went from the slaveboi who served me,either naked or at most in boots and shorts to a rather different character,somehow less vulnerable,more aggressive looking.I heard the subdued hum of the engine as it burst into life and watched as he surged away down the drive.I knew that his riding style was what I regarded as rather too fast.Although I hadn't seen him personally I had watched the rows of black leather clad riders out on their sunday jaunts as they wheeled in and out of the families in their cars in that daredevil manner.
     He had been warned of course,and freely admitted that there had been close shaves.I could easily imagine him spinning through the air before the sickening crunch of breaking bones and tearing joints as he made contact with the tarmac,or worse.But that was his way.Something in his psyche forced him to take risks,in exactly the same way as he had on that first day we had met.
  It takes a certain type of person to allow another man to  tie his arms behind his back in the silent privacy of that stranger's house.Naked and secured on the floor before him the vulnerability would be off the scale.The stranger fits an effective gag and the job is complete.Whatever indignities or punishments he now decides to inflict can only be borne with stoicism and hope.The power exchange is complete and the bound man is as helpless as if he was sailing through the air having been thrown from his speeding mount.It's in his personality and,although I have the ability to control him in every other part of his life once he  takes off down that drive he is on his own.
   I question him of course on his return.And if he has taken risks he can expect to be punished by his Master for that.Of course I know that it won't prevent him doing it.

Thursday 5 January 2012

Borrowed Ch.1

It was warm in the kitchen that Sunday morning, warm enough to be comfortable in leather chastity shorts locked on round the waistband and each leg and a leather collar. Too warm in fact at times as my sweat made the inside of the leather rub against my skin and chafe it. Never the less I was carrying on with my tasks when he came into the room. I stood still as I was trained to do.
"Small adventure for you boi," he said feeling my arse and running his hands round my waistband. "You need to be ready in a few minutes. Leave that in the sink and get your trainers on."
Any chance of leaving the washing up was great with me and I at once legged it out of the room, only to be drawn up smartly by his voice.
"Sorry Sir, thankyou Sir" I muttered hoping I wouldn't get a slap or worse.
He just looked, one of his "it's stored in the memory for next time" looks.  I got my socks and trainers on and returned to where he was waiting. Dressed in his leathers, something that had not struck me when I was in the kitchen, considering he generally only wore them when we were about to "play" as he often called the painfully erotic torture he put me through, he looked as powerful and elegant as ever. Taller than me, broad and muscular, someone you did not want to argue with as I had found out before, he put his hand on my shoulder as I stood next to him.
"Interesting couple of days I have lined up for you, well us in fact," he said. "I have a friend who's calling round to borrow something of mine, you actually. I owe him a favour and this was simple and cheap even though I'll have to fend for myself for some of the time you're away which doesn't appeal. I will, however, join you both tomorrow sometime."
"But, do I know.....?" He stopped my question with a swift look sideways at me.
"Just do as you're told, nothing more and nothing  less, and hope your host doesn't get carried away. He has some odd ideas at times and I know he wants to try out a few things on you but you'll live."
"Great," I thought. "Some friendly psycho to watch over me." I'd have willingly died for my Master but I wasn't keen on doing anything near it for a stranger however friendly he was with him.
It wasn't long before the sound of a vehicle in the drive focussed our attention. Round the corner of the building appeared a Transit van, shiny black, smoked windows. As the van came to a standstill the driver's door opened and out stepped a leather clad man, as tall as Sir but of slighter build and with a hard face behind dark glasses. My gut immediately twisted and I automatically clenched my arse cheeks in a sort of nervous twitch.
After they exchanged pleasantries, ignoring me completely, his friend looked at me or at least turned towards me. I couldn't see his eyes through the glasses but felt them on me all the same.
"Get in the back of the van boi. You'll see what to do. Strip and use your imagination, if you don't I'll use mine."
I was beginning to have real fears about this man. I'd learnt to trust my Master implicitly but now had some doubts about his choice of friends. I opened the back doors and jumped up over the sill. James, as I heard Sir address him, walked over and slammed them shut behind me. The interior light stayed on, dim but allowing just enough of a glow to see by. They couldn't be opened from inside. It was obviously that way for a reason and I had an idea what that reason was.
In the centre of the floor of the van was a steel cage, bolted to the floor and with it's door open. It wasn't as small as the punishment cell Sir had built into the cellar but still only just allowed a person to sit upright cross legged.  Sir had unlocked the shorts although the collar stayed in place so stripping meant only losing my trainers and the shorts. I got into the cage and saw a pair of handcuffs joined by a foot or so of chain hanging over one of the cross bars in the roof of the cage and "using my imagination" went to put them on. I stopped suddenly as I wondered if just slipping them on would be enough "imagination" so I closed the cage door which locked as I slammed it and shuffled round inside. Thinking that I would at least try and please James and consequently improve what looked like they could be frosty relations I knelt down putting my arms up and behind me. With  bit of effort I could cuff myself as the length of chain allowed just enough movement to do this. So there I was. Kneeling, head forward and down, facing the floor of a van about to take me goodness knew where for at least 48 hours. My only relief being that I knew Sir wouldn't let me down, he would join us sometime the next day.
It was a hot and sweaty hour in that position before I heard the van door open and the engine start. I was already sore and cramped and hoped the journey wouldn't be too long. I was bumped and swung about for, I suppose, half an hour when we stopped and all went quiet. "Thank god", I thought. "Whatever happens now will be a relief." But it wasn't. The back doors swung wide open and from where I was chained I could see only fields behind James' leather clad sillhouette.
"I thought I said imagination came into this" he almost shouted. "That took you about 30 seconds to work out did it? Well, we'll see what modifications we can make."
With that he got into the van, rummaged about in a box and produced a decent sized black butt plug, one with a cock head top followed by a ball followed by a shaft before, finally, the base plate. Grabbing my left thigh with one hand he pulled me up against the rear bars and began to work the plug into me, his spit being the only lube. I winced, I clenched my teeth but finally let out a howl before I screamed. Tears flowed involuntarily. As the pain in my arse felt it was being split apart I could do nothing to stop them. I hated the idea of crying in front of this stranger so soon but had no control. Finally it was rammed home. My face, wet with tears and my nose running, must have looked a sight  but I doubt if he noticed. "How's your balance?" he asked as he started to tie a loop of leather round my balls. "Better be good or you'll arrive later without these." He finished by attaching an elastic strap to the loop and tied it to one of the rear bars, tight. he leap down and slammed the doors. I was balanced on my knees, could not grip the roof bars and there was enough room in the cage to swing from side to side when we went round corners. I braced my feet against the cage sides and prayed. On reflection I think he drove like a madman for that final part of the journey. I was in a fairground ride. My feet kept slipping off the smooth metal and my balls were pulled painfully every few seconds. It grew quite intense and when the van finally stopped I was a wet sobbing bundle, sweating, exhausted, bruised and sore. And the doors remained shut.