Beginnings II

  We went back a long way.Well at least as seventeen year olds that's the way it felt.I hadn't really noticed him in the early years but when we had sat together on a school trip it had grown from there.Our first experience of sex had come a couple of years later.We had been on the beach together during the Easter holiday and  we failed to notice the gathering clouds until a heavy,squally shower had blown up,seemingly from nowhere.We ran through the cloying shingle to a fishing boat that was drawn up on the steeply sloping beach.It was covered with a green tarpaulin,offering us an ideal haven from the driving rain.
    Underneath the tarpaulin it was a bit dark and kind of cosy,intimate even,not that as thirteen year olds we really had any concept of what intimacy was.But with the rain battering down a foot above our heads we had talked of sex."Have you done it yet?" I asked Jake.He had misunderstood me at first,thinking that I meant with a girl but I quickly explained that I had only groped Angela,the pretty little blonde in our class at school, running my hands over her nascent tits and feeling the strange wetness between her legs as I had stroked her pussy until she had cried out in what I had,in my youthful ignorance,mistaken at first for pain.
  "No" I continued "I mean wanked until you cum". Jake's blank look told me all I needed to know."You know you get stiff some times?" He looked at me as if he was confused "You mean like after the cross country?" I sighed as I slid down the zipper of my jeans and took out my cock."Oh that" he said "Yes usually first thing in the morning when I wake up" I thought to myself "Have you got an experience coming to you?" I stroked my cock a few times and it grew inexorably in my hand.I loved the way the erection transformed it from a soft,squidgy piece of flesh,useful only for pissing through into a thing of beauty and pleasure as it hardened beneath my touch and the little bead of crystal clear liquid formed in the slit at the tip.
  "Try it,it feels good" Jake hesitantly took his cock out.It was smaller and thinner than mine but still quite respectable and I felt my own harden a bit more as I looked at his.The idea of being gay didn't even cross my mind this was just what boys did.I continued to coax it with long,slow strokes until I felt the now familiar tightness in my balls and I knew that the end was close.I closed my eyes as the intensity grew and stroked faster,harder.
   I had knelt up on my haunches with my cock pointing towards the shingle.Suddenly it was upon me as with a little cry the furious little milky jet shot from my slit,splashing onto the damp stones.When I opened my eyes Jake too was kneeling up facing towards me and clearly getting close himself as his hand moved back and forth in a frenzy of pleasure.I watched his face as it contorted until he too shot his load with an endearing little cry.That was the very first time that I wanted to kiss him.I fancied Angela and over the ensuing years I would fuck her in a variety of ways and places,often with an intensity and sophistication that belied our years.But it would not be until more than another four years had passed until the opportunity presented itself to take him in my arms and kiss him in the way that, looking back now,I knew that we both had always wanted.

Beginnings

The two seventeen year olds sat looking across the kitchen at each other, both hot and sweaty from an afternoon in the forest on the dirt bike they shared. Rob was 5 months older than Jake and sat on the worktop looking at his friend rocking back on a chair.
"Just don't let it worry you, get over it" he said.
"It's ok for you," Jake answered, "Girls follow you around like sheep" and some boys too he thought. "I don't get that sort of attention."
"Well it doesn't matter to me,"Rob went on. "You're either gay or straight or maybe a bit of both. I don't care what they call you. We're friends, right?"
Jake stared at his best mate. Rob was bigger, generally what you'd call more masculine than he was. But they had been friends for as long as they could remember and it didn't seem to be a problem that Jake was the butt of jokes around some parts of the school.
"But I've never, you know, never had...."
"Sex. Is that all? So what? Nothing wrong with that. It's up to you when and who with. I seem to remember we used to have those races not that long ago, who could cum first." He laughed out loud.
"Yeah, and I always lost! That makes me feel a whole lot better," Jake looked down.
"Look," Rob went on more seriously, "If you feel that bad about it why don't you try it?"
"I don't know anyone who'd look my way," Jake answered.
"I know a few girls who have mentioned you" and a few boys too he thought. "You just don't know till you give it a chance."
"But what if I really am gay," Jake muttered, and wondered to himself about what that would mean.
"What if I am," Rob answered.
"You? Fuck off" Jake said. "Stop trying to make me feel better."
"Bit of confidence is what you need my son," said Rob jumping down from the counter. He bent down and looked straight into Jakes face. "You kissed anyone?"
Jake just blushed.
Rob stayed where he was. Jake found he was staring at Robs crotch, his denims were tight over the bulge which was his cock. He continued to gaze at it. Rob put his hand under Jakes chin and pulled his face up.
"I said have you kissed anyone?" he repeated.
Jake pushed Rob's hand away from him but found the stronger boy held him tight.
"Don't start Rob. You know I get embarrassed."
"Try this then." As he spoke Rob leaned forward and kissed his mate fully on the mouth. Jake made an attempt to pull away, the noise he made in opposition to this assault immediately was drowned out as Rob smothered it with his tongue.
Jake's head swam. All he could feel was his mouth, his tongue, his lips. His body felt like it was hanging over a deep pit, there was no bottom to it but he wasn't falling, yet, simply hanging in mid air.
Pulling away Rob smiled. "There, you've kissed someone now."
Jake was breathless, he sat quite still and had no thoughts, or at least none that made any sense. He stared at the floor.
"Well, say something," Rob whispered. "Was it that bad?"
Jake raised his eyes. "I, I'm not, ...
"Sure?" said Rob. "I think bits of you are though. You didn't have that lump in your jeans a minute ago."
"Jesus Rob, what've you done?
"Just accept it a bit more," he answered, " I told you, it doesn't matter to me what you are. Does it worry you to know I can kiss a guy?"
"But, you're, Oh shit, Rob, I don't know anything anymore."
"But, you enjoyed it, didn't you. Just go with it. I'd better be off now, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you" Jake answered quietly. His head was still too full of Rob's smell, his feel and the sensation of pleasure he felt to think straight.

Next

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.