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It must have been about 10 to 10 30 in the morning by now. After Sir had virtually hanged me, wanked me and let me down he unclipped the wrist restraints and left. I don't know exactly how long I was curled up on the stone floor but when I had enough energy to move I found myself cold, stiff and sore. I had no idea if he had finished with me, why he had suddenly decided to up the stakes in pain and dominance or if there was more to come. The cellar door was shut which meant it was locked. I sat up and took the noose off my neck. I sat with my back against the wall and shivered.
I found myself thinking, trying to work out what was going on. I know I had more or less asked for some punishment because of the way I had performed the previous day but I had been cared for and cosseted when we had arrived back here. Sir had looked at my injuries, bruises over all parts of my body, scratches, whip marks and grazes all over my back, raw wrists and taken trouble to make me feel good to be home. Today I thought he was going to murder me. I was confused and frightened.
As I heard the bolts on the outside of the cellar door being pushed back I got onto my knees and kept my head bowed. I didn't want to look at him in the face. I felt half guilty, half embarrassed for some reason and could only deal with it this way. His boots clipped each of the stone steps on the way down and in a few seconds were under my nose.
"Hands in front" he ordered. I immediately offered them up to him knowing that tone would broach no objections. I kept them inside my head. "Why, what the hell is going on? This isn't normal. I have lived with him for long enough to know the pattern of how things run. I take what he decides to give, we both - enjoy might not be the best word here - mutually gain from the experience, physically, mentally and erotically.
The limits are pretty well secured in everything we do. There have been times when I have been pushed as far as I think I can go with pain and beatings but I could always see a point, a purpose if you like. There was a strengthening of our relationship. This made no sense to me at all.
Sir tied my wrists together so that my palms were flat and facing inwards, it almost looked as if I was praying. Indeed, inside I was.
"I think", he said holding my chin up and looking straight into my eyes, "that things have become a little lax around here. There seems to be a bit too much taken for granted, a few too many liberties taken. I get the impression that you don't show quite the respect you used to towards your Master and I intend to alter that."
I was about to protest but his black, leathered gloved hand pressed against my mouth.
"No, don't try to speak slaveboi, it'll only be more painful. Painful for you that is", he said smiling. "I have a bit of business to attend to which will take me a couple of hours, plus of course the driving time, so I'll be back mid afternoon. I want you to stay here and think about what I've said and to know that things will be a bit, lets say, tighter around here from now on."
I didn't like the sound of that one bit but resigned myself to sitting tied in the cold and dark until he returned.
"Now get into the centre of the room."
I was surprised but not worried by that. I could always move back when he'd gone. Leaning against the wall was preferable to sitting cross legged with no support.
But it was not to be. Barking out his instructions he had me lay face up on the flagstones. He pulled my arms above my head. He quickly locked them to one of the many restraint rings he had had set into the floor at intervals all round the room. He then set about my legs. Tying rope to each ankle he, in turn, tied them to more of the floor rings so that I was effectively spread wide, my cock and still tender balls flopping limply between my open legs. In doing so he had pulled each leg separately so that I was not only spread but stretched as well. It was enough to make each breath "noticeable" rather than easy.
"I said things would be a bit tighter around here and I meant it in every way, " he said.
The next thing that happened had me squealing, he grabbed my balls and working each nut downwards, tied a thin double cord around my sac looping the other ends through a ring directly in line with my body and attaching each individual end back up to each of my ankles. I could hardly move anyway, now any movement at all would pull on my balls. Before he tied them off he made sure each cord was very tight, to the extent that the pain in my balls was making me grimace. Three hours like this, maybe even more. Bloody hell.
"Sir, please..." I got no further. His boot came down on my mouth.
"Don't! he said. "You became my slave of your own free will. I respect that and I love you for it. But I am your Master not your partner. Things happen because I want them to. I got hard tying you and will be hard in the car thinking about you in that position with your balls crying out for relief. But you'll live. And maybe you'll think about things more clearly than perhaps you have lately. I've been far too easy on you. James may be a bastard but he's got the right idea about slaves." He stood between my legs. "If I want to kick you again I will. You'll say thank you Sir." I bit my lip. Not that pain again, please not that. He knelt down, leaned forward and put his arms either side of my chest. Then he bent forward and kissed me, no, he snogged me. Our tongues twisted together in each others' mouths and any feeling I had of pain or discomfort melted quickly away. My cock hardened against his. He sat up. Holding the cords from my balls he twanged them as if shooting an arrow from a bow. I yelped but said nothing. Smiling he turned.
"Don't go away."
His boots retraced their steps, clipping the stones on the way up. The door closed and I heard the bolts slide into place.

Borrowed -conclusion

You know what it's like driving along when suddenly something, maybe just a paper bag, pops out in front of you. You see it, your brain acknowledges it's there but you can't do anything to stop or swerve, it all happens so fast. Well that's about the only way I can describe my reactions when Sir punched me in the face. I was kneeling in front of him, relaxed and expecting only to have him press my face into his crotch so that I could begin that ever so slow process of bringing him to a climax that would make him roar in pleasure as I swallowed his warm cum, sucking the last drops from his engorged cock.
Instead I felt a movement, subtle really, it was him bringing his arm up ready to strike me. I opened my eyes just in time to see that black leathered fist swinging round, aiming at my jaw. I saw it, I knew it was going to hurt but I did nothing. The reality was that there was precious little I could do as he held me by a leash but I made no attempt to move. The blow jarred my head. It hurt like hell; my mouth went hot, then numb, then stung and I once again tasted blood. As soon as I realised what he had done the next fist hit home under my eye. This felt like someone had rammed a block of wood into my face, it reverberated inside my skull. I could feel the echo of it singing round my brain like a high pitched whistle. The tension on my neck went slack and I fell onto the stone floor. I don't remember thinking anything in particular, it all happened too fast. But then his boot made contact. By this time I was frightened stiff. What had I done? Where would all this end? Was it simply the way I had let him down at James'. There was real purpose in those punches and now his kicks which he aimed at anywhere on my body. His hard soled shiny black boots hit home every time. He wanted to hurt me and he was achieving that purpose. I curled up, pulling at my arms which did no good at all, bringing my legs round to protect my belly, when he caught my balls with a solid full on swing. That made me want to die. The pain from a kick there is like nothing else. It travels up your spine into your throat, hot, hollow, achingly vomit making pain. Your gut is wrenched and you feel like someone has hit you inside your stomach and pushed that pain down your thighs. I collapsed inside. I wanted to melt into the ground. I had to know why all this was aimed at me. Slowly I managed to kneel in front of him. I thought a plea, a question, something. I looked at him standing in front of me. I lowered my head. About to speak. I saw him turn and pick up a rope. Not more bondage now, please. Then it became obvious this wasn't for bondage. My chest tightened, my breath quickened. It was a noose, a hangman's noose. Jesus Christ. What?
"Sir, ple.." was all I got out when he swung the back of his hand across my already bloody mouth. My head swam with the slap and before I knew it he had that noose round my neck. I couldn't see straight, everything went fuzzy. I felt myself pulled upwards. I tried to stand to keep up with it, the tension caught my throat. I started to panic. I gasped in air. I was standing on tip toe just to breathe now. But only just. I wrenched at my wrists, no good at all. There was no relief. I felt myself swinging in small arcs around the noose as it closed my throat in its grasp. My mouth was open and I heard a rasping that was me breathing. The room which was already dim was growing darker. I had no thoughts, nothing in my head made sense apart from trying to keep my balance on my toes. I passed from conscious to unconscious and back again. I sort of saw Sir walking round me. I tried to look at him, to look into his eyes. I was sure that they would be the last thing I saw.
Then I felt him, his hand was running round my cock which suddenly felt good, I couldn't understand it. Was I really hard, after all this. I knew it was said that hanging gave you an erection and eventually an orgasm. So, there it was. He was wanking me and I loved him for it. I swam in the pleasure I was suddenly feeling. The pain in my chest from trying to draw breath receded as the erotic feeling grew towards my need to cum. I swung in time with his hand action. I so needed him to continue. After a few minutes I fell into a dark bottomless pit, feeling the surge of my orgasm as it covered me in an envelope of warmth. I didn't feel anything else. I presume now that I passed out completely. When I opened my eyes it was the stone floor that was under my face. It was cold. I ached more than I imagined I could have. If I had any thought of Sir not  being as hard as nails when he wanted to be I was now thoroughly disabused of that idea. I closed my eyes.

Borrowed 4 cont.

The night passed in a blur. Sir was gentle as he untied me when we finally got home. I could barely stand but I had a bath which he prepared for me and went straight to bed.
The morning came soon enough. It all came back to me.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know that James didn't just untie me from that tree, didn't just put me, re-tied into Sir's car. I wanted him to know all of it. Not that it could make any difference now, but I wanted him to know. As Sir walked back to the house for a glass and something to eat James had returned. He grabbed the rope and pulled on it hard. I was lifted inches from the ground. Struggling, choking, he then booted me so I swung like a pendulum. I must have blacked out as the next thing I remember was lying flat on my back on the grass with my legs over James' shoulders as he violently fucked me. There was no feeling on his part, this was revenge. He was getting his money's worth. His breath came in grunts as he ground his thighs into mine until after only a couple of minutes he gasped and I felt him pump his spunk into my arse, warm wet and slippery. He withdrew, let go of my legs and put his weight on my chest. "Not only your mouth that's usable then," he laughed as he got up. Walking round he knelt at my head, one knee each side of my face holding my shoulders down. He was holding a hood which he went to put on me but stopped. Even in the dark I could see enough. Kneeling up he unzipped his jeans and pissed over my face saving some for the hood. Then he quickly pulled it over my face, hot, wet and rancid, tightening it swiftly so that some of his urine was held before it could run out down my neck. Flipping me over I was tied by the arms so tightly my shoulders felt like bursting but no sound, no sound. I kept my mouth firmly shut round the internal gag. His piss was everywhere inside that hood.  Finally he attached my ankles to a spreader and pulled me bodily up the field on my back and lifted me in one move into a car boot. Please God it was Sir's.

I wanted to let Master know all of that. I felt he should know. I was desperate to unload all those feelings which I had inside, being raped, being half strangled, the sheer abuse which Sir had never stooped to. I'd do anything, take anything from my Master. That was the bond between us. The more he gave the more I took the stronger the bond. But it was with him, no one else.
I dressed and got breakfast for Sir. Yesterday was over. Maybe we'd now get back to normal, which wasn't half bad for me recently. I got a bit nervous when I was told to kneel and saw Sir fetch the posture collar but after last night I was quite sure that a session of bondage couldn't be far away. Sir liked me bound as I pleasured him for as long as it took. He led me by a leash to the cellar steps, his beautiful leathered thighs inches from my face. I could smell the leather and it was turning me on. All I now wanted was to be allowed to suck his magnificent cock, to show him that he was the one, the only one who I would willingly serve. He pulled my wrists behind me and buckled them together. Now all I could see was his swelling crotch. I wanted him so much.

.............

 He knelt meekly before me,his face barely an inch from the bulging black leather of my crotch.He clearly expected my cock to come out in the usual manner and be forced into his waiting throat. Instead I drew back my clenched, gloved right fist and brought it round to make contact with his face. He reeled back in shock but was checked by the leash that I still held tightly. He let out a cry of shock as the unhealed lip where James had punched him spilt blood down his chin and onto his chest. I quickly jabbed at him again catching him around the left eye and released my hold on the leash. He toppled to the dungeon floor and I swung my right boot, catching him square on the right shoulder, causing him to roll over onto his back. I quickly placed my boot on his chest just beneath his throat.
  The implication was obvious as I stood over him looking down into his face.For the first time since our relationship had begun I saw the look of fear in his eyes as he realised just what I might be capable of. His fear thrilled me sexually and I felt my cock jerk inside my leathers. It was at this point that I think we both knew that I could take him to the very edge, if not actually over it. He tried to protect himself from the kicks that I now aimed at him but with his wrists strapped securely behind his back his room for manouvre was extremely limited. He tried to curl into a ball but my next kick was aimed between his legs and the highly polished black boot hit home, crushing his soft, sensitive testicles and causing him to cry out in anguish.
   I stood back and watched him as he writhed on the stone dungeon floor.I knew that I had upped my brutality a notch.We had discussed this early in our relationship.It was the day I had first used the cavalry whip on him and I had regarded his bloody and bruised body after the vicious heavy whip had cut into him in several places.After I had bathed and dressed his wounds I had held him to me in bed and he had told me quietly that not only had he accepted the thrashing but had actually enjoyed the experience of suffering for his Master.Now recalling this my mind went back to the previous night when I had first seen his body hanging from that tree branch.Amongst the shock at what James had done to him was the strangely stirring eroticism of that situation.His power was diminished to the point where James could quite easily have taken his life merely by leaving him dangling on that rope as the weight of his own body squeezed the life from him.
  He managed to get himself to his knees and I picked up the rope that I had fashioned into a hangman's noose.He never tried to refuse any punishment that I decided upon but now he was shaking his head vigorously.His fear was palpable now and the effect on me was dramatic.I slipped the noose over his head and drew it tight.My cock felt as if it might burst now.He began to plead and I slapped him hard across the face as I hooked the end of the rope through the hook of the overhead hoist.The electric motor whirred and bladeboi rose to his feet,lifted by the neck.I didn't stop until he was taking his weight on the toes of his ankle boots,his heels well clear of the dungeon floor.
  I walked slowly around him as he emitted a soft choking sound as the noose restricted his air.His feet scrabbled to maintain their contact with the floor,he was stretched to the very limit.Another inch and he would be effectively hanged.His face began to turn red.I watched carefully for blueness around his lips.This was uncharted territory now,one moment of misjudgement and I knew that I would be working out how to dispose of the body.As much as I feared that outcome the raging excitement of my situation drove me on.His body twisted back and forth in the noose.I watched in morbid fascination as he fought desperately to avoid being hanged,to prevent the ever tightening noose from squeezing that last life giving oxygen out of his lungs as his supply became depleted.A cruel smile played across my lips as I watched this struggle for life or death.
  My gloved hand reached out and gripped his cock.It had become as erect as my own,a bead of pre cum dripped from the head as I realised that,bizarrely given the desperation of his situation,that his excitement matched my own.I slipped off my glove and took a bottle of oil and squirted a good measure into my palm before smearing it around his stiff member.I began to stroke him in long,slow firm strokes,each one starting at the base of his shaft and extending to the swollen purple head.It didn't take long before his whole body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through him.Strangely he was silent as the orgasm ran it's course.Normally he was very vocal and would squeal in pleasure but of course this relied upon him having air.As his shaking subsided I released the hoist and his body sagged to the floor.I reached down and loosened the noose.

Borrowed Ch 4

I found a bucket with some cloths under the sink and began to clear the puddles on the floor. As I did it I began to get more and more angry. I was hurting, inside and out. My face ached with the gag and I dribbled onto the floor that I'd just cleaned. That was it. I grabbed the buckle on the gag strap and pulled it open. Throwing the gag across the floor I got up. I'd not consented to this. I wasn't his slave. If I was going to get punished then I'd let Sir do it, not this sadistic leather yob who seemed to enjoy degradation rather than owning a slave for sexual pleasure. It wasn't ancient Egypt and I wasn't his property.
He soon came back into the room alerted by the noise of the manacles as I kicked the bucket over and started for the door.
"Oi, you fu..." was about all I heard. I felt the blow before I saw it coming, his fist catching me across the jaw. I fell sideways hitting the kitchen cupboards with my shoulder and remember seeing the room sway in front of me. "What the fuck you think you're at?" He followed that with some more punches to my shoulders and body as I curled myself into as small a ball as I could to protect my face from more punishment. Next thing I knew he'd got some rope, rough, heavy working rope, and was tying my arms together, finishing up by looping the ends round my neck so my hands ended up under my left ear.
"So, a slaveboi with some guts. Didn't do ya a lot of good but decent try anyway." He dragged me towards the door, opened it and pulled me into the garden. I was tripping over the chain round my ankles, half stumbling, half kneeling and twisting on the end of that painful rope which he was pulling. I spat blood from the cut on my lip, felt it ooze over my chin and saw it splatter drops onto my chest.
What was he doing? There was no shed this way, no garage. Just the edge of the forest. It was dusk and the light was fading fast, I remember feeling a chill and feeling the cold grass under me as we made our erratic way across a small field.
"Think you need cooling off slavemeat" he said as he reached up to an overhanging branch of a large tree at the edge of the field. He pulled the ends of the rope until I was hauled up onto tip toes, bent over to the right as the knot was under my left ear. I struggled to breathe, the rope tight round my neck. He grabbed my balls and held them tight. Pulling them down he smiled into my face from about an inch in front of me. "Piss poor attempt really wasn't it? Couldn't even make it to the door without my help". He twisted his hand, I gasped as the pain from my balls hit my stomach. "Do.. do..." I stammered.
"Do what you like? Was that what you were saying? he finished my sentence for me. "Thanks for your permission master but I don't think I need your advice." With that he gave me a final squeeze which made me scream then punched me in the stomach, silencing the only protest I could make.
He simply walked away. I yelled something but it didn't make much sound. I could taste salty blood, my face was wet with tears and I was trying to remain as upright as possible. I knew if my legs gave out I'd very nearly strangle myself. And I was cold. Cold from the now late evening and from the fear inside me. I not only had James to deal with but my Master would be here too before long. I wasn't sure what I'd done but it didn't feel good.

  When I arrived at James' house the car headlights swept across the field at the far end of the garden. Something caught my eye and I put them onto full beam.Then I realised that it was bladeboi.He was hanging from a length of rough rope that had been flung over one of the lower branches.I could see that he was struggling with the way he had been bound,standing on his tiptoes as he tried to relieve the pressure."You were right about him being a good mouth fuck" James said as he appeared at the back door."He's a spirited little thing isn't he? Maybe I could loan him again when I have a party".We crossed to where he hung,twisting in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure of the rope.James shone a powerful torch on him as I heard his pathetic cries carrying across the field.He looked pretty miserable as he shivered in the dark.I noticed the dark streaks of dried blood on his face and chest.It was obvious that James had given him a going over.Well it was more or less what I had expected given his reputation as a sadistic bastard.
  I decided that he had probably had enough for one night."Cut him down and put him in my car" I said.Naturally being James I knew that it wouldn't mean bladeboi getting a comfortable chauffeur driven ride home and sure enough when I went out to the car the boot lid was up and bladeboi lay face down on the carpet.He was trussed up with rope rather like a turkey ready for roasting.His arms were pulled up behind his back and roped from his wrists to above the elbows.It was a nice,neat job with each of the four bindings individually cinched with separate lengths of rope.His ankles were locked into a pair of leather cuffs connected by a steel spreader bar and the bar itself had been linked by another rope that was wrapped around his bound wrists.This had been tightened to such an extent that his back was arched.He wore a black leather hood and an inflatable gag prevented him from crying out. I had to admit that James had made a good job of it and I didn't envy him the next hour that it would take us to get home,riding like that in the boot was going to be no joyride.
  When we arrived I untied him,taking my time as I slowly untied the neatly knotted ropes.It gave me plenty of time to take in the variety of bruises that covered his body and I realised that perhaps he had a bit too easy a ride with me.I resolved to put him through his paces over the next couple of days.I sent him to take a bath and then to get a good sleep as I had planned a tough regime for him.
  As he served breakfast the following morning he looked good.The bruises were still there but  the black leather shorts that I had put out for him looked so fucking hot in the way that they fitted so closely to his finely muscled little body.My cock hardened between my legs as I ate,I had not had sex while he had been away and I desperately needed to take him,to mouth fuck him and hear his cries as he satisfied my urgent lust.I resisted the temptation and taking the black leather posture collar from the work top I carefully buckled it around his neck and adjusted it.I slipped on the slim leather leash and led him on his knees towards the dungeon.I wrapped the leash tightly around my gloved left fist and kept him close to my tight leather clad arse.I tugged him repeatedly as much as anything to demonstrate that no quarter would be given today,that he was in for a genuinely hard time.My cock swelled in anticipation of the torture that it was my intention to dish out.I had been strict with bladeboi in the past but James' treatment of him had been much harsher than I had ever been and I didn't want him to assume that I was a soft touch.We arrived at the foot of the dungeon steps and I paused briefly to strap his wrists behind his back.Using a double buckled leather cuff I secured them tightly together.

Borrowed Ch.3

I took several minutes untying my balls as carefully as I could but still caught myself yelling as the rope and my numb fingers made a hash of the job. I crawled out of the van and landed unsteadily on the grass where it was parked. James was yards away and walking up a track that led to a red brick house standing by itself in a clearing by the edge of the woods we seemed to be in. He turned and called me to hurry. I did the best I could with pins and needles in all my limbs catching him up as he unlocked the side door. This led straight into a good sized kitchen which he pushed me through and into a hallway. Stairs on the left, door straight in front. He opened the door to what I expected to be a sitting room but I found myself looking at a completely black space. The walls were black, the ceiling was black, the floor boards were stained black. No window showed so I presumed it was boarded over. There were three hand rails running round the room at ankle, waist and ceiling height, fixed carefully to the wall by substantial brackets every few feet. He switched on a series of lights and the room glowed dimly everywhere with only certain parts being highlighted.
"Playroom boi, your playroom in fact, or pain room." He laughed at his own joke and ushered me further in. "It's nearly time for you to see to some food for me and whatever I let you have from what's left over. But first we need to get you ready. You'll be working away in the kitchen and I'll be watching you but I hate to see a decent body like yours going to waste. I like to see some signs that you have been enjoying yourself". He grabbed my wrists and cuffed them to the high rail. I had to keep on tiptoes to keep the thin metal from digging into my skin where he'd locked them tightly on me. He then did the same to my ankles on the lowest rail. "Ok boi, now to put some art work on you, give me something of interest to look at while you work."
I'd taken many beatings from my Master and I was used to his methods. He'd generally warm up with some lighter strokes, timing them so that each impact was felt fully before the next landed. It built up the pain in a way that the endorphins could work with, making it painful for one of us and both erotic and sexy for both of us. Even punishments were handled in a way that he got complete satisfaction from my agony. But James, well he was simply a complete sadist. He took what I thought was either a very bendy cane or a riding crop without the leather end and started to beat the shit out of me. I screamed at the first blow as it landed on the backs of my knees, the rest followed in very quick succession, only a second or two between each one. That bastard worked his way up my body to my shoulders and back down again, purposely aiming at the places where the skin had broken. I was hoarse in a very short time, gulping in air, thrashing in the cuffs which were now making my wrists bleed although the pain from them was overwhelmed by what I felt everywhere else. I could hear him yelling every few strokes with "Yeah" or laughing as I screamed for mercy. It was only about five minutes later that I hung panting and felt his sweaty body pressing up against mine his fingers drawing lines from under my arm pits to my waist. I was too beaten to struggle but couldn't hide the stupid giggle and the twitching I involuntarily made."Oh oh, ticklish are we?" he said into my ear. "Must remember that." He stuck his tongue into my ear and kept running his hands over my ribs. I felt exhausted but that feeling of his warm chest against my back and his tongue playing on my skin made me aware of my cock as it grew slightly. "Oh yes, we'll remember that."
He unlocked my ankles and then one wrist. I held onto the middle rail as he unlocked the other allowing both my arms to grab it as I recovered my balance. Moving away he kicked a length of chain over to where I stood. It had manacles on each end and he told me to lock them on my ankles. I found once snapped on there was no way of releasing them without the key. As the chain was about two feet long I could easily walk. "Kitchen." was all he said and pushed me towards the door. For the next hour or so that I worked away under his supervision he sat with several beers in one hand and slowly worked his crotch with the other. My back and legs burned. He simply grinned. When the meal was ready I took it over to him where he sat behind the kitchen table. "Kneel boi, under the table."
I got down on all fours and did as I was ordered. Under the table his cock was at full erection, wet and slimy with precum after he'd slowly wanked for the last hour or so. "Take it, no sucking, just play your tongue over it, if it comes out of your mouth I kick your balls."
I tasted the salty juice that oozed from the head and smelt his piss covered crotch. My tongue licked the length of the shaft, over and round playing with the piss slit. I drooled as the length of it was pushed further into my throat, his left hand behind my head as he ate with his right. He didn't seem to notice or care about the choking noises I made although he often let go and I was able to withdraw my face about half way. It felt like hours but it was only twenty minutes or so when he got up, pulling his cock away from me. I stayed where I was not knowing what else to do.
Moving his chair he grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. "Hungry boi?" He pushed his plate over the table to me. It had a few bits left on it. I used my finger to pick up the scraps none of which were in any way satisfying. "That's just the starter boi, man meat for the next course." He walked out of the room leaving me on my knees. When he returned he had a handful of things which he dropped onto the table. "Open your mouth wide boi" he said as he picked up a metal ring gag. Forcing it behind my teeth he strapped it tightly behind my neck. I could now only grunt and make other animal noises couple with which, my mouth being forced open so wide, I soon started to dribble down my chin. He grasped my wrists and pushed them behind and upwards. My body was forced forward and as I was still on my knees my face now faced the floor at knee level. His cock was hanging semi limp from his leathers. "Get me hard again boi, taste my juices and you might get some more nourishment." He allowed me to raise my face as far as his crotch and I once again licked and sucked at his fleshy organ. It soon rose, filling with his blood. I felt it pumping into it, growing thicker and longer with every pulse until it was back at a full, thick eight inches or so, enough to choke me anyway. I had no control over the depth he thrust it into me. The ring held me firmly open, my tongue could only resist so much and he swung his hips to and fro hitting the back of my throat with each swing. I gurgled and choked, retched, coughed up phlegm, snot ran from my nose and tears covered my cheeks but the piston continued. My knees buckled but I was kept in position by my arms being twisted and pulled up behind. I was simply an object to be fucked. Eventually he came. He yelled something and held himself as far inside me as he could as he gushed spunk down my throat pulling out half way so he could spread his cream over my face as well. He held my face up with one hand as he wanked the last drops onto me, finishing by wiping his hand over my mouth, nose and eyes. Breathless, he told me I was even better than my Master had told him and he'd make sure he got as much from our time together as he could. "But first..." Holding my hair again he pissed into my face. ".....clean this bloody mess up." He kneed me in the chest, pushing me over backwards and left. I was naked, wet with spunk and piss, my jaw felt like it had been punched hard and I felt like vomiting. I didn't dare release the gag. Exhausted I lay still for a few minutes. Slowly I got up, found some cloths under the sink and started to clean up.

Boss

    The 737 from Berlin finally rolled to a halt and the passengers began to spill out into the terminal building.I glanced at my wristwatch,nearly four thirty,I wouldn't bother going back into the office.As I only carried hand luggage for the one night stop I quickly got through the airport and collected my car from the car park.It was then that my mobile rang and Linda said "Mr de Jong wants to see you tonight,he said you can either come into the office or if it is easier you can call at his house".
    The prospect of fighting my way into the city from Heathrow and then out again didn't appeal and as he lived near to Amersham it made good sense to go there.I wondered what could be so important as to require my immediate attention at his own house.The financial planning meeting at our Berlin office had been pretty much routine and there wasn't anything of consequence to report.
    Kurt de Jong was a good boss,although most of the male employees found the effect he had on the female members of staff quite annoying.He was six feet four tall and the body that he had displayed by the side of the pool at the de Jong Aviation Systems summer party left very little to be desired or imagined.It wasn't just the chiselled torso and six pack,the tiny,shiny black speedos clearly held a pretty impressive package too.He had piercing blue eyes,a shock of blond hair that belied his forty five years and usually displayed a couple of days light stubble that had a vaguely red tinge.
   Despite this apparent eligibility Kurt had never married or been known to have a girlfriend.This had inevitably led to speculation about his sexuality.This speculation was usually  promoted by envious male colleagues and equally strongly denied by the female contingent who all clearly regarded the idea as anathema.As I left the M25 and headed off into the verdant Buckinghamshire countryside however Kurt de Jong's sexuality was not high on my list of concerns.
    Latimer Hall was an early twentieth century red brick ediface constructed in the quiet wooded lanes that comprised this up market commuter belt just twenty miles from the capital.The high black painted metal gates swung open automatically as I turned into the long,tree lined drive that approached the front of the house.Kurt's pale silver blue Bentley Coupe stood  in front of the separate garage,ostentatiously displaying the registration KDJ1.The number plate alone cost more than most people's cars. I parked beside it and got out.He had obviously seen my arrival on CCTV because by the time I was  out of the car he was already standing on the front steps.He greeted me in a friendly enough manner with his usual firm,manly handshake.He had apparently been working out in the gym as was evidenced by the black running shorts,high cut on the hips to show his long muscled legs,and a matching vest displaying a his finely muscled torso and the nicely developed six pack."Do come in Michael". He motioned me into the hallway."Come through to the kitchen I have some fresh coffee brewed".He placed an orange mug in my hand and continued talking "Why I asked you here tonight was that there is something I want you to see" Without furrther comment he left the kitchen and walked into the hall.I followed him,curious now as to what this was all about.
   Once in the hallway he opened a door on the right and flicked on a light."Do come down and take a look at this".I presumed that this was where his gym was situated and I followed him onto a flight of bare stone steps that led down to some sort of cellar beneath the main part of the house.It was an intense shock to me what was now revealed.As I reached the bottom of the steps spread out before me,instead of the gym that I had expected to see appeared to be some kind of subterranean dungeon,complete with steel barred cages and all manner of strange,worrying equipment that I had never even seen before.
    Suddenly it came to me the reason that I had been asked to visit."Look Kurt I don't really mind how you live your life,but you need to know that I am not into this sort of thing,and I am certainly not gay".His reaction was  not at all the one I had expected,he laughed long and loud and laid a big hand on my shoulder "Yes Michael I I know that".I looked at him and said "I must admit then that I don't know why you have taken me into your confidence in this way". "Come back upstairs and I will show you".We went back up and he led me into a large oak panelled study with french windows that looked out onto an immaculately lawned back garden that extended as far as the eye could see.I noticed with the first hint of concern that on the desk in the corner several accounts books had been systematically laid out and bore several markings from an orange highlighter."What do you know about Treschmann Digital Systems?"The question came like a bolt out of the blue.I had been dealing with Marcus Treschmann for three years and had received around two hundred thousand Euros in cash for software that had not gone through the company books but had been paid directly into my bank account.It had seemed a relatively risk free scam at the time.
   Kurt  continued "You see Treschmann has got himself into some serious financial hassle with the German tax authorities and the result is that your little indiscretion has come to light" There was nothing that I could say and I just stood there with the coffee mug in my hand saying nothing.The silence was broken by Kurt. "There are two ways we can handle this".He stood with his back towards me looking out of the window and I was struck by just how massively powerful he was."I can either pass all this" He swept a hand casually towards the desk "over to the fraud squad with all that it will entail,a substantial prison sentence I would have thought or..." I awaited the alternative with bated breath,hardly daring to think it but in reality knowing what was coming"..or,you can take one month's unpaid leave". I could not believe what I was hearing.A months salary amounted to around three thousand pounds "And pay back the two hundred thousand Euros?" I asked.
  "Not necessarily,not if you agree to the second part.Because that money is all water under the bridge,most of it in tax year 2010.But the second part is that you will spend that month serving me as my personal slave". I gulped and wondered if I was hearing correctly but still did not speak. Eventually i regained my equilibrium sufficiently to muster my thoughts together "I am sure there must be another way...." Kurt cut me off short "No,there isn't,either you agree to my proposition or you don't it's as simple as that.

  What I did know of Kurt of course was that just like most high flying businessmen he possessed a remarkable single mindedness in getting what he wanted and I didn't really rate my chances of negotiating much away from the position he had already set out.Of course I had the option of calling his bluff,but what if it wasn't? I knew someone who had been caught doing what I had and he had received a five year jail sentence.
"And what are the limitations on my treatment during this month?" "Absolutely none" came the reply. "A slave is a slave,you will be treated in exactly the way I wish to treat you.I warn you I am an extremely  hard taskmaster and if your performance falls short of my requirements in any respect you will be severely punished.But it is a month not a few years which will be the case should you refuse" "Can I have time to consider this?" Kurt glanced at his expensive wristwatch."You have twenty four hours.Either you return here at six pm tomorrow or I hand all this over to the police,you don't need to bring anything with you".

  My mind was in a maelstrom as I drove home. I suppose had it been a female boss it would not have been so hard a decision,but a man!I was straight but when I thought about it I supposed that this really was the punishment and the more I thought about it a month seemed so much better than the three or four years I would probably have to serve,albeit most likely in an open prison.So just before six on the following evening I arrived at Kurt de Jong's house and rang the bell.After a minute or so I saw a dark shape appear in the hallway and the door was thrown open.What I now saw before me took my breath away. Kurt was dressed from head to toe in what was obviously a very expensive and professionally tailored black leather outfit.His heavily muscled legs were encased in the  most exquisitely riding jodphurs cut from the finest leatherThey were skin tight but characteristically flared at the hips in the classic style.I could not fail to notice the bulge of his penis that lay from the right of his crotch,pointing down diagonally onto the top of his thigh.Below the knees,and reaching right onto them he wore a pair of gleaming black leather riding boots with criss crossed lacings all the way up from the instep and tied on the knees with neat bows of the black leather laces.At the crotch the  bulge once more drew my eyes and I guessed that his cock was semi erect already,I imagined that when it was fully erect it was going to be about eight inches in length and quite substantial in girth,Kurt was certainly well endowed.Around his waist he wore a wide saddle leather belt with triple brass buckles .A body hugging matching leather  shirt and gloves completed the outfit  he wore together  with an SS style leather peaked cap on his head.He held a leather riding crop loosely in his glove right hand which he flicked casually but ominously against his right thigh.

   What happened next was completely unexpected,although knowing what I do now it was clearly all part of a planned process to shock me and to bring about my complete submission.Kurt de Jong strode quickly and purposefully forward and grabbed me by the neck.Before I could react,or even protest he had put me into an armlock and forced me to the floor in the hallway.I am six feet tall and quite fit and strong but he straddled my body with his full body weight and overpowered me with ease.He unhooked a length of white rope that hung from his belt and quickly and efficiently bound my wrists tightly behind my back.I now knew that any thought of changing my mind was hopeless,it was going to be a long,tough month ahead.Kurt had now drawn a dagger and proceeded to skilfully cut all my clothes off me.The gleaming steel blade touched my body several times but he sliced the fabric deftly and I was not cut at all.Within a couple of minutes I stood naked  before my captor with my wrists tightly bound behind my back,looking quite pathetic I imagined,in the hallway.
  Kurt took a heavy,wide black leather collar from a table which he deftly buckled about my neck and clipped on a leash before leading me  like a dog towards his dungeon.I was dragged down the steps,struggling to maintain my footing,and thrown roughly onto my knees in the centre of the cold,stone flagged floor.He looked massive from where I knelt,and of course he was six and a half feet tall in boots and cap.The bulge in his jeans now seemed even bigger and I guessed he had very much got off on the act of overpowering me and cutting off my clothes.
     My fear was palpable as I looked up at the towering leather clad figure and then suddenly,with a shock I realised that I too had the beginnings of an erection.I was embarassed because I wasn't gay but somehow what had happened had possessed some kind of sexual charge that was translating in a totally involuntary way into a firming of my cock between my legs.The hope that Kurt wouldn't realise was soon shattered  as he jerked me to my feet with the leash and my cock sprang out before me.Kurt laughed aloud when he saw it and I was soon dragged over to where a pair of heavy timber pillars extended vertically from the floor to the ceiling,where they were bolted to the crossbeams.Kurt strapped leather cuffs around my ankles and I was soon standing between them.He anchored  my legs  with ropes to steel ringbolts set into the base of each upright post.He now untied my wrists and fitted a leather cuff to each before roping these to steel rings towards the top of the posts so that I was spreadeagled on my toes.I was barely able to reach and as he tightened the ropes I soon became totally unable to move as much as a centimetre from the position he had put me in,such was the effectiveness of this carefully calculated bondage.
    He stood before me now  completely triumphant.The dungeon was only dimly lit by hooded downlighters set into the walls but they cast enough light onto the massive figure for me to see the cruelty in his cold blue eyes as well as his magnificent leather clad body as he contemplated with obvious satisfaction his now helpless prey.He was like a spider who had coccooned a fly in it's web and was now ready for the final denoument.He moved forward and stood close to me,my eyes  at the level of his stubbled chin.I awaited the first blow of the vicious looking crop but it didn't come.I smelt the pungent aroma of leather as his gloved hand encircled my neck with a gentle but firm grip.Without warning his face moved closer to mine and our lips touched.My first reaction was to try to pull away,but mindful of my situation and the fact that I had agreed to anything he wished to do I did not.A moment later I felt his tongue touch my own.My surrender was inevitable and I parted my lips and allowed him to kiss me.The kiss became deeper and more intimate as his strong tongue explored  my mouth.I was aware of a full erection now,my cock standing out horizontally between my legs and his other gloved hand held my hard shaft firmly as he stroked me to a still higher level of  excitement as we kissed.As a straight man I hated to admit it,but really I had to,this totally unlooked for assault was turning into one of the most erotic experiences of my life and I felt myself crumbling before the power of this black leather clad God who now had me totally under his control physically,and I guessed was well on the way to conquering me mentally also.
   His kiss seemed to last for an eternity and was both aggressive and insistent in the way that no female kiss had ever been.His gloved hand moved from my neck and took me by the hair.He grabbed it into a bunch,holding me painfully in exactly the position he demanded.I didn't struggle.Partly because I didn't want to and  partly because being bound spreadeagled between the uprights there was nothing I could do anyway.I knew that my helplessness was driving him on and I realised it was doing it for me also.Looking back on it I was falling under The Master's spell,something from which I would never recover.
   Eventually the kiss ended and he drew away from me,his boots reverberated on the cold stone floor as he moved across to a  table by the wall rack.When he returned I could see that he had something in his hand.I realised that it was a small pair of scissors and he began to clip away at my pubic hair,it fell in clumps to the floor.Then he returned with a razor and a can of foam.I felt the cool of the foam at my crotch and  shaving  continued until I guessed that I was completely smooth down there.He went back to the table and came back with something in his hand.I cast my eyes downwards and saw the  stainless steel device which he slid over the shaft of my still semi erect cock.I felt him buckle the leather strap around my waist and another went under my crotch and fixed to it.I realised that my cock was effectively contained inside a tube that restricted it to something less than a full erection."You won't be having an orgasm for at least a month" Kurt announced. "This will allow you to pee but apart from that nothing else.I think before the month is out you will be begging me to allow you to cum".Nothing could underline the symbolic control of one man by another than locking his genitals into what was in reality a male chastity belt,he locked the device and slipped the key into the back pocket of those superb leather jodphurs.I hung in the ropes and watched Kurt carefully as he moved about the dungeon.I was still pretty sure that I wasn't gay but nevertheless there was something about the way that he looked as he moved and the  reflection of the light on his black leather as he walked that served to harden me up inside the cock restraint.His magnificent body just oozed power and control and I knew that I was to be little more than a living sex toy who would be  serving him in whatever way he required before very long.For the very first time as I watch the reflection of the light flicker on the shafts of his expensive hand made leather boots I began to wonder if I might even end up  as a willing slave to Kurt De Jong.The prospect of my servitude that only twenty four hours previously had filled me with trepidation was beginning to mellow.
    Then the world suddenly went dark.I realised that Kurt had moved behind me and the next moment a mask had been pulled across my face.I felt and smelled the wonderfully pungent aroma of the soft leather that comprised the face mask as he buckled it into place.It covered the top half of my face from the bridge of my nose upwards.The leather over the eyes was fitted with softer, padded areas that served to fit closely and excluded even the slightest vestige of light from penetrating.My world was thrown into a pitch black void.My lips were forced apart and I tasted the distinctive and vaguely unpleasant tang of rubber on my tongue as a gag now intruded into my mouth.I felt leather straps being tightened and buclkes drawn up tight over the top of my skull and behind my neck.Then the flat rubber bulb that lay on top of my tongue began to take three dimensional form as Kurt pumped air into it.It grew bigger and bigger and I felt my cheeks start to swell as they accomodated the growing rubber sphere.Eventually,at the point where my breathing became laboured due to it's size it stopped growing.In my mind's eye I saw my body,hanging suspended between the two timber pillars.I realised how it must look to Kurt as hooded,collared and gagged I stretched myself painfully up onto my tiptoes to allow for the cruelly tight ropes that held me.My genitals were tightly locked into a steel and leather device that had been designed with the express purpose of torturing me for his enjoyment as well as denying me the satisfaction of orgasm.I fully comprehended  that power exchange could not be much more total than this.This strange new dark,silent world enveloped me and my disorientation grew.I had no understanding  of the passing of time after the first few minutes and of course no idea of when I would be released.I had heard the soles of those wonderfully erotic looking leather boots as they disappeared up the stone steps that led from the dungeon to the house above but as to how long had elapsed since that event I really had  not the slightest clue.Time passed slowly.My leg muscles tasked with supporting my body weight began to ache and then gave out.As they did so my weight transferred to my arms and those muscles took over the job.I tried to take the weight again on my legs but they seemed to have turned to jelly.I crumbled and sobbed silently into the gag,the level of pain ratcheting up with every passing minute.As I did so I felt the occasional tear try to escape and track down my cheek beneath the leather mask but these became entrapped by the padded eye covers and absorbed by the material,even this small piece of solace was to be denied to me.As my mind wandered I understood his motivation for what he was doing to me.Kurt was a sophisticated sadist who had thought this all carefully through.I shuddered as I contemplated where this particular road would end up.The level of pain increased as my leg muscles went into spasm and cramped but my desperate cries were confined to my throat by the rubber gag that filled my mouth.Each spasm caused me to twist in desperation  but I knew that due to the tautness of the ropes this translated into nothing but a slight movement, my tortured body rocking uselessly and almost imperceptibly between the heavy uprights of carved oak.
   I knew that even had there been anybody there with me to see these small effects of my protest nothing I could do could have any influence on the torture,let alone do anything to relieve the pain. Only much  later would I discover that a CCTV system was relaying every movement and  every attempted plea through the cruelly effective rubber gag to a screen upstairs in the house where Kurt De Jong sipped a chilled glass of wine as he savoured  the effects that his bondage was having on me.After a while my mind went blank and I entered a trance like state,the result of endorphins released by the brain to deal with the pain.Later I would have absolutely no recall of the length of time I had been left bound between the pillars.
    Something registered in my brain.It was difficult to decide exactly what it was such was my state of disorientation.Then I was falling to the floor and I realised that I had been lowered from the position between the  beams.I tried to move but my numb limbs failed to respond.Then the mask and gag were removed and I was aware of his boots moving within my line of sight as I lay on the stone floor.Slowly the feeling returned to my limbs and I forced myself up onto my elbows.The sound of the boots had stopped and for a moment I thought that I was alone again.Then I managed to sit up and I realised that Kurt De Jong was sitting at the far end of the dungeon in a large chair made of carved oak.
   He still wore the magnificent black leather riding boots but the jodphurs had been replaced by a pair of black leather chaps and a matching thong with a front zipper."Crawl to your Master slave" The command was issued in a strong voice with his  usual clipped Dutch accent.His riding crop lay across his thighs and I began to slowly crawl towards him.As I got closer he stood and reached forward with something in his hand.I felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs click into place around my wrists,pinioning my arms behind me.He returned to the heavy throne like chair and made himself comfortable before his gloved fingers slid down the zipper on the leather thong.His massive,fully rampant cock appeared.It was as I had guessed a full eight inches in length.But it's length was only the beginning.The impressive domed head projected out above the veined shaft,encircled by a firm,raised ridge.His head was already glistened from the copious pre cum that ran from his open slit at the tip."Lick your Master's cock slave!" He held the shaft firmly between leather gloved fingers,angling it towards me.It was huge and ribbed with thick dark purple veins.As I got closer he took hold of the leash that was still clipped to my collar and tugged me towards him.I moved forward and bent my mouth down towards his cock head.My tongue made contact with the tip of his cock and I tasted the pre cum."Take it all slave". I had no idea what to expect and was vaguely surprised that the pre cum had a slight sweetish tang to it that was not at all unpleasant.
  Obediently,and still fully aware that he maintained the wicked looking black leather riding crop to hand I opened my mouth wider and took the whole of his cock head into my mouth.The leash tugged insistently drawing me onto his shaft that was now completely rampant and had a rigidity that could not have been  more had it been carved from a block of stone.I realised that my submission was responsible for his state of high arousal and I had no illusions about just how  Kurt de Jong's sadistic inclinations might unfold over the month ahead but for now I concentrated on the task before me,which I assumed would be to bring him to orgasm with my mouth.Having never sucked cock before I had not realised just how the insertion of such a foreign object into my throat would feel and I was not prepared for the choking sensation  that it brought on.My eyes began to water but my choking only served to add yet more stimulation for him,partly because of the physical stimulation that the vibration of my throat brought about and partly because he was turned on by my abject submission to him. It seemed as if his cock shaft had swollen yet more if that were possible.Kurt once again took hold of me by the hair and began to set up a rhythm pulling me first onto his cock,then releasing his grip slightly and allowing me to withdraw.Not fully though,even at the furthest point of the stroke his cock head was still in the back of my mouth by the throat entrance and then I felt the firm,insistent pull once more as he drew me onto him and the rampant cock reamed deep inside me,feeling as if it reached halfway to my belly.He began to sigh louder now as the stimulation moved him closer towards the inevitable orgasm.I was suffering from  the lack of oxygen as  my airways  were effectively cut off for most of the time.Kurt allowed me a few brief gulps of air but then pulled me firmly back onto him as his sighs turned to loud groans that were unmistakably ones of pleasure.
     I lost count of the number of times I felt myself penetrated by his rock hard meat as his groans now escalated to full throated screams that echoed around the dungeon walls.It was clear that he was seconds away from a spectacular orgasm.Suddenly I felt the first shot of spunk as it was ejected from his cock at full force.Kurt was at the  extent of his stroke,his shaft buried inside me to the hilt and as he ejaculated he withdrew spilling his hot,thick creamy semen into my mouth.I tasted it on my tongue,unlike anything else I had ever tasted ,a pungent saltiness that contained the very essence of his maleness.I guessed that I was meant to swallow and I did so without hesitation,unheeding of the fact that my subservience in taking another man's spunk was in fact part of the process of control.
  Kurt withdrew,his cock still semi erect and still spilling his juices as he did so.A substantial blob of semen splashed onto his right boot on the instep just below the lace panel.He picked up his riding crop and pointed to the little white puddle,set like an island on the gleaming black leather ."Lick!" The word defied me to disobey and I bowed my head and extended my tongue to take the spunk from his boot "Yes,Master" I said without thinking before scooping it up with my tongue and instantly swallowing it."Good boi,I think you are learning" Those words were the first sign that my  performance had satisfied my master.Sitting back on my haunches I realised for the first time that my own cock was straining against the confines of the stainless steel tube that Master Kurt had locked onto me.

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.