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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 48
Naughty Slave
The house was in a dither of excitement. Apparently there was a plan already
set up to cover just such a circumstance. The escape of an NC slave is a very
serious matter, particularly should that slave decide to run to the law.
However the chances of Tweebles running to the law were none existent. He
would be seeking a safe house, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he still
had loyal friends in England.
The objective of the plan was to stop an escaped slave from leaving the
property in the first place. Jeff's house had not housed an NC slave in many,
many years. Security staff was none existent. Everyone in the house, Master
and slave alike, all joined forces to try to head off Tweebles escape plans.
The first objective was to secure the grounds. Tweebles had only been gone
less than a minute when he was missed. The chances of him having got out of
the building and off of the grounds in that short a period of time was very
slim.
Jeff had an electronic security system and it was on. If Tweebles tried to
exit the property by any way other than the main gate an alarm would indicate
his position. So one of Jeff's slaves was sent to secure the gate.
An organized search of the house was begun under the direction of Fred. He was
the expert as far as this house was concerned and finding Tweebles was more
important then a Master worrying about taking orders from a slave.
Tweebles was eventually found, hiding in a large wooden box, in a small storage
room not far from his cell. It took two hours and forty minutes to find him.
Fred's, methodical plan worked, but Tweebles had given us a good run for the
money. The basement with the cells is the last place we thought he would head,
so it was the last place we searched.
It was Pete and Larry that found him and they returned him immediately to his
cell then sent word out that he had been found. Everyone assembled outside the
door of Tweebles cell.
I was livid when I arrived. I had tried to be kind and understanding and the
sonofabitch pulled a stupid trick like this. I took the key from Pete and
entered the cell.
Tweebles was on his knees, in the center of the cell. He had adopted the rest
position.
"You rotten bastard!" I practically yelled at him.
His head was not completely down and I saw a small smile curl his lips.
"So you want to play fucking games, do you? Well if it is games you want to
play then fucking games we will play. We will start with 50 lashes of the
leather belt." I spit out at him.
I saw the smile leave his face.
"Fred." I said as I turned towards the cell door.
"Yes, Sir." he replied.
"That rubber cocoon suit you were telling me about. Is there one here at the
house?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir." he said with a big smile, he knew exactly what Tweebles punishment
was going to be.
"Bring it. This fucker is going to learn who is boss once and for all." I
ordered.
"Yes Sir." Fred answered with a big smile then turned and hurried away.
"Pete, Larry your help will be needed, as well as Gene. Pete, I want the
bastard shaved, from fucking head to foot. Don't leave a fucking hair anywhere
on the pricks body." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir." Pete smiled.
"Gene, is there a tattoo machine here?" I asked.
"Yes Sir." Gene replied.
"Good. Would you bring it please. I want the word, "SLAVE" tattooed on his
forehead, in red. Then I want, "Property of Master Harold", also in red
placed on the back of his head. Can you manage that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes Sir. My pleasure, Sir." he answered.
"Good, see to it please." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir." he replied, also with a big smile, then hurried off to get the
machine.
Man I sure was making a lot of slaves happy tonight.
"Steven." I said, turning back towards him.
"I will wear full formal Master's leathers while I am administering Tweebles
punishment. Would you please have them ready for me in ten minutes."
"Yes, Sir." he replied and hurried off.
"Pete, Larry, after you have him shaved I want him strung up by the ankles.
Larry get a water spritzer. I want the sonofabitch wet when he gets his lashes
so they will sting twice as much."
"Yes, Sir." now it was Larry's turn to smile.
Then I turned to Tweebles who was still kneeling in the center of the cell. He
had not said a word or moved since I had entered.
"Tweebles, after I have administered the 50 lashes you will be placed in a
rubber cocoon. You are going to be in that cocoon for approximately the next
forty-eight to seventy-two hours. During that time you will be force fed water
at regular intervals to make sure you piss a lot. You will also be given a
laxative mixture to make sure you shit and that it is runny. You will be living
in your own filth for the entire period. You will itch, you will sting, but
you will get no relief."
"You will be deprived of your sight, hearing and sense of touch while in the
cocoon. A twelve inch rubber dildo will be forced down your throat and will
remain there the entire time. Water and whatever the fuck else I decide will
be forced down the center of that dildo into your stomach." I said angrily.
I could see that Tweebles had turned pale. He suddenly realized that I was not
the panty flake he had thought. He had mistaken my kindness for weakness and
was now going to pay a very hefty price.
"I am going to administer your punishment as a true Master, your Master. Pete,
Larry and Gene will prepare you as per my instructions. When I return I shall
administer the 50 lashes." I said and then left the cell.
Jeff, Pat, Charlie and a few of the other Master's had all been standing
silently, watching and listening. There was a look of respect and pride in
Charlie's eyes as I exited the cell.
Well now, it looks like I have also made him happy, I thought to myself.
No one said anything and I headed towards the stairs. Another slave I had
never met before was pushing Jeff in a wheelchair. Everyone followed me up the
stairs except for Jeff. He was taken to an elevator and met us on the main
floor.
As soon as we were in the hallway up stairs, Charlie could contain himself no
longer.
"Oh, yes Harold, you are one hell of a Master. I couldn't have done better
myself." he said all smiles, his eyes sparkling.
He shook my hand, pulled me close in a big hug and kissed me on the cheeks. I
hugged and kissed him back. Then it was Pat's turn. When Jeff joined us,
there was nothing for it but that I hug and kiss him as well, but he wanted to
be kissed on the lips and I obliged.
We discussed my reaction to Tweebles escape and everyone said I had done the
right thing. The punishment was severe, but it met the infraction. Tweebles
needed a solid lesson that I would not tolerate any misbehavior from him.
This would certainly show him that.
Jeff insisted we all go into the den and have a quick drink. It was going to
take the boys a while to get Tweebles prepared as I had instructed.
"Besides it won't hurt to let Tweebles hang upside down for a while." Jeff
said, his eyes twinkling.
That quick drink took at least an hour. We had got into a discussion about
punishments and how effective various types were. Charlie had explained how
forcing a new slave to eat slop from a garbage can would quickly strip away the
slaves pride. I could attest to that.
Then he got onto the subject of kicking a slaves food around the room and making
him chase after it. He looked at me with mirth in his eyes the whole time. I
must be perfectly honest here, I did not see anything funny about it at all,
although everyone else thought it was hilarious.
I was just about to make a disparaging remark about Charlie's ancestry when
Steven appeared in the door way. He made a very slight gesture to me and I
knew that it was a reminder that I had a slave hanging upside down, in the
cells.
"Well if you gentlemen will excuse me, I must go get changed. I want this to be
a formal punishment." I said.
"Right, Harold." Charlie agreed.
"Perhaps we should all go and change into formal Master attire to witness
Harold's first slave punishment." he said.
All of the Master's agreed and off everyone went to change.
Steven had everything laid out on the bed and he had me dressed in less then ten
minutes. I had a look at myself in the mirror, a big mistake. Fuck I was a
walking hard on maker again. One look at myself in all this wonderful leather
had my dick trying to force it's way out of my leather thong.
Steven didn't say a word, he just smiled. But then I noticed his dick was
rising too.
"Fuck, I am a walking, talking sex bombshell looking for a place to explode." I
giggled.
"Oh yes, Harold. One sexy bombshell." Steven giggled back.
We headed out into the hallway, giggling, and then down to the basement. The
other Master's were already there, even Jeff. The area outside the cell had
that wonderful aroma of leather. That set my dick to pushing even harder
against my thong.
Fred was standing beside the cell door. The cell was empty, except for
Tweebles. He was still in the center of the room, but instead of on his knees,
he was hanging by his ankles, his back to the cell door. His legs were spread
about thirty inches apart. His wrists were cuffed to the floor and also spread
about thirty inches apart. He did not look comfortable, but at this moment I
had no pity what-so-ever for him.
Fred opened the door and I entered, Steven was at my side carrying the leather
belt that would be used to administer the lashes.
I walked around Tweebles until I was in front of him. The first thing I
noticed was the big word, "SLAVE", which was now tattooed to his forehead in
big, bold, red letters.
"Tweebles you are my personal property. This evening I arranged for you to have
a good dinner in the slaves dining room. I also authorized you to attend the
movie. You were placed in a position of trust and you violated that trust."
I said loud enough for everyone to hear.
The others had all remained in the hallway because the cell was much too small.
"You caused all of us concern and placed me in a position of acute
embarrassment. You have only been my slave for a couple of days and you try to
escape. What does that say about me as a Master?" I asked rhetorically.
"This is a serious offense, Tweebles, and calls for severe punishment. You
must learn once and for all that I will not tolerate this kind of behavior.
Therefore I will now administer the first part of the punishment, 50 lashes with
a leather belt. To be sure the lashes sting as much as is possible, my aid and
your overseer will spritze your back with water regularly during the lashing.
Do you have anything to say before punishment begins?" I asked.
Tweebles said not a word. He just hung there looking pale and sick. Too
fucking bad, I thought. You brought this upon yourself, now pay the price.
"Spritze him, Steven." I ordered.
Steven stepped up and began to spray water all over Tweebles back and bubble
butt. When he had finished he stepped back against the wall.
I took up a position on Tweebles left side, raised the belt and let it fly. It
struck Tweebles square on the right cheek of his beautiful bubble butt. He
gasped in pain, but made no other sound.
Pete called out, "One."
I had instructed him to keep count.
I raised the belt and brought it down again. This one brought a muffled yelp
along with the gasp of pain. I had laid it directly on top of the first one.
A large, angry, red welt had formed and seemed to be getting larger.
"Two." Pete called out.
By lash five, Tweebles was begging me to stop and asking for forgiveness. I
paid no attention to his begging. His ass had four bright read welts. I
looked towards Steven and nodded. He came forward and spritzed more water over
Tweebles back and buttocks.
I laid lash 6 across his lower back.
"Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee." he screamed.
"No more. Please Sir." he cried. "Please Sir, I can not take anymore. Please
stop, I will behave myself."
I paid no attention, just lifted the belt and sent it down across his back a
little higher up. On and on it went, each lash a little higher. I had begun
to sweat. I hadn't realize what hard work it was giving someone lashes.
By lash 20 Tweebles back was a series of red stripes all the way up to the
shoulders. He was no longer screaming in pain, even though Steven was still
spritzing water after each fifth lash.
In point of fact, Tweebles was getting turned on by the lashes. His dick had
stiffened, not fully erect but it was getting there. Instead of screams I was
hearing little moans that were sounding more and more like pleasure moans.
At lash 25 I called a break. I asked Gene if he could get me something cold to
drink. He left and was back in a flash with a cold coke. It hadn't taken
Jeff's slaves long to learn my preferences.
I chug-a-lugged almost half of the coke. It felt so good on my dry throat. I
took another long swig, placed the can on the floor and picked up the belt.
I moved to Tweebles right side to administer the last 25 lashes. This set would
cross the first set.
By lash fifty I was really tired. My arms were aching and I was soaking wet
from sweating. Tweebles back was a mass of angry looking welts, but he had
not cried out in pain at all during the last twenty-five. He had only moaned
in pleasure. That did not impress me in the slightest.
His dick was fully hard and throbbing. Long strings of silver precum hung down
from the big purple head. I was sorely tempted to lean over and take that
delicious looking cock in my mouth and suck to my hearts content. It took every
ounce of will power I posses to turn away.
"Ok, you can let him down and get him into the suit." I said to Steven.
While Pete and Larry let Tweebles down, Fred and Gene brought in the rubber
cocoon. It was a really strange looking out fit. Once laid out on the floor,
it looked like a deflated banana.
Fred fooled around with something and opened it up. Attached to the inside was
a rubber suit. Tweebles had to work his way inside the suit. Fred and Gene
assisted him. Once he was in, I noticed that his dick, still at full erection,
protruded through a hole in the crotch of the suit.
The suit was a complete body suit, even his head fit into a built in hood.
There were openings in the hood for his nose and mouth only. Before the hood
was pulled on, gauze patches were placed over his eyes and taped in place.
Then the hood was pulled on. A clear plastic hose was pushed deep into each
nostril through the two nostril holes. These hoses would provide his air while
in the suit.
Finally the 12 inch rubber dildo with the hole in the center was brought to his
mouth. He was ordered to open his mouth but bulked. Fred simply reached down
and squeezed his nuts, Tweebles opened his mouth instantly.
Fred then pushed the rubber cock all the way in. Tweebles started to gag, but
Fred didn't waver. The outer end of the dildo had flaps with Velcro. The
flaps stuck to the outside of the hood, all around the mouth opening.
A half inch, clear plastic hose was connected to the nipple on the outside of
the dildo. All of Tweebles nourishment would be provided through that hose.
It was now time to seal Tweebles in the cocoon. Once it was sealed he would be
completely cut off from the outside world. It was time for the final taunt.
"From what I have been told this suit is hell after the first 24 hours. I hope
it is hell from hour one. Each minute you spend in this suit remember that you
brought it upon yourself. There are a few other things about this suit that you
should know about." I explained.
"It has electrodes built in and these electrodes are in contact with some very
sensitive parts of your body. Any time the mood strikes, I can send a current
down those wires and give you electric shocks. You won't like it, but will not
be able to do a damned thing about it."
I then looked at Fred and said:
"Seal the bastard up."
Fred and Gene then did exactly that. The cocoon had an interlocking seal. It
took the two of them almost twenty minutes to get that seal together all the way
from bottom to top. An air pump was then connected to a valve at the bottom
and the thing was pumped up.
Fully inflated it looked like a big, black, sausage. The two nostril hoses
exited the cocoon at the top and were connected to an oxygen cylinder. He
would be given a mixture of oxygen and air while in the cocoon.
The half inch hose also exited the cocoon at about the same spot. It was not
connected to anything at this point.
He would be given the equivalent of one glass of water every hour. That should
keep his bladder working just fine. The idea here was to give him diaper rash.
Only this would be much worse. It would itch and sting but he would be totally
incapable of scratching or doing anything to relieve it.
While I was looking over this big, black sausage, I noticed a depression at
about the point where Tweebles crotch would be.
"What is that for, Fred?" I asked.
"Remember I told you we could keep him hard. Well you simply push your hand in
there and your hand will fit into a glove. You will feel his cock and can play
with it and his balls, Sir." he said with a smile.
I just had to try it and sure enough my hand fit right into a rubber glove and
there was Tweebles cock, still hard and throbbing. I gave it a few wanks then
pulled my hand out.
"That is fucking awesome." I said.
"Yeah. Master, Jeff spent years trying to figure out how to put it all
together, Sir." Fred said with pride in his voice.
"Well it looks like he did one hell of a job. Have you attached the electrode
wires yet?" I asked.
"No, will do that in a few minutes. There is also a glove at his back end,
Sir. If you want to fist him, you just use the same procedure. Only don't
forget there is no lubrication yet. Once he has had his first shit you can use
that for lube." Fred said.
"Ok." I replied.
"Well I think we will just leave him like this until morning. If you guys want
to wank him every once in a while go ahead, but don't use the electrodes or fist
him." I ordered.
"Steven make a schedule and make sure he gets his water and laxatives regularly.
You will have to consult with Fred on how long we can safely continue the
laxative treatment. Fred has already indicated that it is a very mild laxative
so he really shouldn't come to any harm."
"Yes Sir." Steven replied.
I then turned and left the cell.
"That is one hell of a suit." Pat said as I exited.
"Yeah. He is probably the only person in the whole world that I would ever use
it on though. I guess I am still really pissed at him for what he did to my
nuts." I replied.
"Yeah, I can understand that." Pat said placing a big arm around my shoulder,
pulling me close and giving me a deep, hard kiss.
My cock lifted instantly and was trying to escape the thong again. I pulled
back slightly, looked him in the eye and smiled.
"Your place or mine, bigboy?" I said in the sexiest voice I could muster, my
right hand dropping and cupping his thong.
"Lead on Laddie, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth." he smiled.
We headed back to our room, but how the hell we got there I haven't the faintest
idea. We were kissing and grouping each other like a couple of lust crazed
kids all the way.
I remember I stopped in the hallway at one point, got down on my knees and freed
his dick from the thong. The need to feel it in my mouth became too powerful
to ignore.
Charlie and Jeff passed by and I heard Charlie make the comment:
"Even as a Master the kid is still horny all the time. Shit he is going to
wear poor old Pat right out." then snickered.
"That'll be the day, Charlie." Pat replied.
"On your feet Harold before Charlie starts selling admission tickets." Pat
laughed.
I regretfully pulled away from his big, throbbing dick and stood up. My right
hand wrapped around it while my left arm went around his shoulder. Somehow he
got us both to the room.
Inside the door I was back down on my knees in a flash. I wanted that cock and
I wanted the feeling and taste of Pat as he unloaded his nuts into me mouth.
It didn't take long. I had him all the way down my throat, luxuriating in the
feeling of being filled by the man I loved. I had started humming to increase
the sensations he was feeling as I rocked his cock gently back and forth.
He was moaning in pleasure when I felt his dick stiffen up prior to ejaculation.
My cue to start thrusting his dick all the way in and all the way out. To suck
and blow and make him feel wonderful.
"Oh shit yes Harold, suck me. Swallow my seed. Oh fuck yes, yes, yes. So
damned good Harold." Pat gasped as he began to unload his sweet nut nectar into
my eager mouth.
Pat shot six full loads and a couple of minor ones. I lapped it all up, not
missing a single drop. When he was finished I licked and sucked on his dick
making sure I got any residue.
He bent over slightly, grasped me under the pits and lifted. I stood, we
embraced and kissed deeply. Pats hand was now playing with my throbbing dick,
still encased in the thong and swimming in a sea of precum.
He found the clip and released my thong. My dick popped up, happy to be free
it began jumping up and down for joy.
Pat finally pulled his lips from mine. He kissed me on the forehead and then
nuzzled into my right ear.
"Ah, Harold you are such a good lover, I don't know how I ever got along without
you." Pat whispered seductively in my ear.
His words made me feel so good and my cock throbbed all the more.
Pat began to kiss his way down my body. Even though I had stopped shaving my
body I still did not have much hair. I was not a bear by any stretch of the
imagination unless you wanted to think of me as a bald bear.
The feel of Pats hot tongue on my sensitive nipples damned near made me blow my
load then a there. He worked each nipple slowly, milking it for every ounce of
pleasure he could. His teeth began to nip gently and I gasped in ecstasy.
While he was working on my nips he had been slowly guiding me towards the bed.
Before I realized what was happening he had me flat on my back and his hot
tongue was working it's way across my abs to my button.
His tongue circled around the outside of my button for a bit, then suddenly he
plunged it in and began to suck hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh yessssss, Pat. Feels so gooooood." I gasped out.
The fingers of his left hand were massaging my nuts, which were covered in slimy
precum from the thong. It felt so damned good I couldn't believe it.
Then his hot mouth was there, licking along my throbbing shaft. Licking precum
off the big, purple head.
"Oh, oh, oh, yesssss Pat. Oh yesssss." I gasped.
Then his precum covered fingers were playing around my back door. Oh, yes. I
thought, he is going to mount me. I loved the feeling of Pat's dick deep
inside my love canal.
Pat's index finger began to work gently around my rose bud while his hot tongue
and lips worked on my cockhead and shaft. I was in glory land.
Then I felt Pat slide his forefinger up into my love shaft. It sent a
wonderful thrill through my entire body. He worked that finger around for a
bit, giving me all kinds of thrills.
I was breathing really heavy by this time and wanted to feel his cock deep
within me, but I knew I could not rush him. He would take his time and I would
enjoy every second of it.
A second finger found it's way in and worked around, then a third and forth.
Pat worked slowly, methodically, he wanted my sphincter loose so I would have
nothing but pleasure.
I finally couldn't take the wait any longer.
"Mount me Pat. Fill me with that beautiful tool. Make me squeal with
delight." I managed to gasp out.
"You got it Harold." he said, lifting himself up and grasping my ankles.
He lifted my legs up and apart and worked his way between them. I raised my
arms and took hold of my knees to pull them up and keep them apart so he would
have an easier entry.
The feel of his hot, throbbing cockhead against my rose bud sent me into orbit.
Then it was inside and Pat was thrusting gently, hitting my prostate and making
me squeal with pleasure. His big, soft hands moved to my nipples and began to
tweak and pull. That just sent more waves of pure pleasure surging all through
my body.
All the while my dick was bouncing up and down, throwing strings of silver
precum all over the place. Pat would not touch my dick again until just before
I was ready to cum. He would concentrate on massaging my prostate with his
cockhead and tweaking my nipples.
I was sweating profusely and throwing my head from side to side. I was in
pure ecstasy, nothing in the world matter except for the incredible feelings Pat
was generating through my body.
But all good things must come to a natural conclusion and my nuts were full and
wanted release. Pat sensed I was about to blow so he grabbed my hard dick and
increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts deep in my bowels. I could
feel his nuts slapping against my ass, just like the beating of a drum.
"Ayiiiiiiiiiiii oooooooooohhhhhh yeeeeeeeesssssssssss" I screamed out as my nuts
began to shoot my built up passion high into the air.
A long, thick string of cum shot almost to the top of Pat's head, made an arch
and started back down heading straight for my face.
I opened my mouth and caught it. I could never have aimed better if I had
tried. The string filled my mouth and I barely had it swallowed before another
shot was heading towards my face.
I tried to catch it in my mouth but it hit my chin and splattered over my neck
and chest. Six more shots followed each with a little less intensity, which
was a bit of a disappointment. Would love to have caught another.
While this was happening Pat had begun to shoot his load deep in my bowels. I
could feel his hot seed washing the walls of that dark place. At that moment I
felt so loved, so wanted, so needed.
When we were both sated, Pat dropped down and lay beside me. We were both
trying to catch our breath. He turned his head and said:
"I love you Harold."
"I love you too, Pat." I replied and moved over closer and we brushed our lips
together.
Then we just lay quiet, enjoying the euphoria that sets in after a good round of
love making. We fell asleep, locked in each others arms and that's how we
awoke the next morning.
I was laying on my right side and Pat's morning woody was throbbing between my
ass cheeks. It felt wonderful, I can't think of a better way to wake up in the
morning.
Unfortunately we didn't have time to play. Pat had an early appointment and
had to hurry to get ready. We both showered, shaved and gave each other our
morning enema before rushing downstairs for a quick breakfast together.
Pat gave me a quick kiss before leaving for his appointment.
Steven met me in the dining room after Pat had left. He informed me that
Tweebles was doing fine. He'd had two bowel movements and had been emptying
his bladder regularly.
"Do you think we will be able to leave him in the suit for the full seventy-two
hours?" I asked.
"I think so, Sir. We will have to watch him closely though. If all we give
him is water his urine shouldn't have that much acid so his burns shouldn't be
that bad. The rash will only be around his crotch. The rest of his body is
encased in the rubber suit so it is not likely the urine will touch him. Fred
says it will look and feel a hell of a lot worse than it really is." Steven
answered.
"Ok Steven. Although I don't like being purposely cruel we have got to make
Tweebles realize that I will not tolerate him causing trouble." I said.
"Fred has all the electrodes hooked up to the cocoon now. Will you be wanting
to send him a message, Sir." Steven replied, a gleam in his eye.
"Yes, I guess we had better, I did tell him I was going to, so I had best follow
up on my threats. Lets go do it." I answered getting up from the table.
The cocoon was still laying in the same spot as it was when we put Tweebles in
it last night. Larry was sitting in a chair beside the cocoon. It was
essential for safety reasons to always have someone close to the cocoon in case
the encased slave should run into difficulties. The suit did have an emergency
release. The slave could be removed from the suit in less then sixty seconds.
"Hi Larry how is it going?" I asked as we entered the room.
"Fine, Sir. He just had another piss. At this rate he will be floating in
the damned stuff before we get home." Larry grinned.
"Well he is about to loose control of his bladder completely in just a few
moments." I said.
"Has Fred instructed you on how to administer the shocks?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir. We are all fully briefed, he even demonstrated on us." Larry
replied with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh I am sure you guys really enjoyed that." I responded with a smirk.
"As a matter of fact........." Larry laughed, but didn't finish.
"Ok. Well I have come to brighten your dull day. You may give him a few
shots every hour. I don't want the intensity too high , just enough that it
makes him very, very uncomfortable." I said.
"Ok, Sir. Fred already figured you would say that and has instructed us not to
administer more then point 6. We start with 1 and work up to 6 slowly." Larry
explained.
"Good." I replied. "Well go ahead and have your fun."
Larry walked to a tray that held a black box with a bunch of wires sticking out
the back. The wires ran to various spots on the sausage.
"I will send a very low shot to his right nipple first, Sir. He will jerk a bit
and the cocoon should move from his reaction." Larry explained as he flicked a
switch and turned a knob.
The cocoon gave a slight bounce.
"That was just a 1, Sir. If it had been a 6 he would have given one hell of a
jump." Larry explained.
We stood and watched for a bit while Larry sent little jolts down to various
parts of Tweebles body. Each time the cocoon gave a little jump.
"Well I want to go check on Rupert so I will leave you to it, Larry. Just
don't get too carried away. If you give him too much at once the punishment
effect will not be as great. It is the unexpectedness that is the worst of
it." I said.
"Yes, Sir." Larry answered.
Steven and I left the cell and headed to Rupert's cell. I had not seen him
since we introduced him to the joys of male on male sex yesterday afternoon.
We met Fred on our way and he joined us.
"Master Jeff would like to give you a demonstration, Sir. Would it be okay if
we ask Rupert to volunteer to be the subject for the demonstration?" he asked.
"Certainly, Fred." I replied.
Fred didn't say anything more about the demonstration, but went on to tell us
that Jeff had, had a good night and was looking really good today. It was plain
to see that Fred adored Jeff and would do anything for the old man.
Rupert was laying on his bed, his hands behind his head when we arrived outside
his cell.
"Good morning, Rupert." I said as Fred opened the cell door.
"Good morning, Sir." he answered politely, sitting up.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir." he replied.
"Good. Have you had breakfast?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you. It was quite good." he replied.
"Good. Any complaints about your treatment so far?" I asked.
"None, Sir." he replied.
"Fred has something to ask you." I said.
"Would you be willing to demonstrate to Master Harold your willingness to
cooperate?" Fred asked Rupert.
"Yes, Sir. He has been fair and honest with me, yes I will cooperate." he
replied.
"But this is something special." Fred explained. "You don't have to do this
unless you really want to."
"What would you want me to do, Sir." he asked.
"Master Jeff's Company has developed a new, stronger, latex material. It is
paper thin, but almost as strong as steel. It is also very erotic, Rupert, just
the touch of it on your skin could cause you to get hard." Fred continued to
explain.
Rupert blushed at that and his hands started to move towards his exposed jewels,
but he thought better of it and dropped them back to his sides.
"The material has been thoroughly tested and has turned out to be almost
indestructible. Only special tools will cut it, it will not tear and it is
fireproof. We have had some made into latex clothing and it has been undergoing
tests for a few months now." Fred explained.
"What would I have to do, wear some clothing made of it." he asked.
"No, nothing like that. It has also been made into sheeting, which can be used
for a very erotic form of bondage. Master Jeff would like to demonstrate this
new sheeting for Master Harold. As you are Master Harold's newest slave we
thought perhaps you would demonstrate your loyalty by allowing us to vacuum pack
you in this new product." Fred said carefully.
Rupert seemed to turn pale. Interesting color changes I thought. From cherry
pink to chalk white in a flash.
I couldn't blame him for turning white, I would have gone pale as well if anyone
had suggested placing me in a vacuum pack. I wasn't sure whether I should
intervene and put an end to this or just let it go and see what Rupert's
decision would be.
I thought about it for a few seconds, then decided that I would wait. It would
be a great way for me to find out if he was serious about behaving himself.
Good old Jeff had done it again.
Rupert stood there in panic, I could see it in his eyes. He wanted desperately
for me to say forget it, but I clenched my fists behind my back and held firm,
waiting for him to make his own decision.
The tension in the cell was high. The four of us stood their silently waiting
for the answer.
Rupert finally took a deep breath, then answered.
"Sir, the very idea of this scares hell out of me, but I would like to show
Master Harold that I will truly cooperate. He has shown me a side of myself
that I did not realize existed and I would like to discover more. So, yes Sir
I will cooperate if you wish to vacuum pack me." he said, but he was still
pale.
"Good man." Fred said with a smile. "I knew you had balls."
"But relax, Rupert it is not a bad experience at all. I have had it done to me
and I loved it, in fact I blew three loads while I was packed. We have vacuum
packed 31 men so far using this method and each has asked to have it done again.
Not one of them didn't like it once they were in the vacuum. So I know you will
like it as well, Rupert." he explained.
A little color returned to Rupert's cheeks as Fred explained about having been
vacuum packed himself.
Fred then turned to me.
"You would like to see this process would you not, Sir?" he asked.
He kind of caught me off guard. I thought it was a forgone conclusion when he
had got an approval from Rupert.
"Of course." I answered stupidly.
"We must go upstairs to do this. Master Jeff would like to watch as well. Do
you want us to place Rupert on a leash to go up?" he asked.
"Most certainly." I answered. "He is a new slave is he not?"
"Yes, Sir." Fred answered with a smile.
I am sure Rupert was totally embarrassed being forced to walk up to the main
floor, led on a leash and completely naked. A few times I watched him try to
hide his package with his hands, but each time Fred would look at him sternly
and shake his head. Rupert would quickly drop his hands to his side and his
face would get a little pinker.
Fred led us to a rather large room on the main floor. We entered and I was
surprised to see that all the Senior Master's and some of the guests from the
dinner the other night were present. They were seated on chairs that formed a
large circle around a table that was low to the floor.
Steven and I were directed to seats that gave us an excellent view of the
proceedings. My chair was right next to Jeff's of course. Charlie and Pat
were sitting to Jeff's left.
Rupert was directed to lay down on the table. He was then told to spread his
legs about 24 inches apart. Then he had to extend his arms out from his side
and bend his elbows so his hands were now above his head. (The standard,
"Hands up", position used by the film directors in the old Cops and Robbers
movies.)
Fred began to explain the process to Rupert, but loud enough for all to hear.
"Ok, Rupert, there is nothing to be afraid of. As I mentioned before you are
really going to like this. It feels fantastic. Ok?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir." Rupert responded.
"Now open your mouth. These hoses will provide you with air so you can breath
once you are vacuum packed."
Rupert opened his mouth and Fred inserted a small mouth piece to which was
attached two small hoses. Fred quickly adjusted the hoses so they went down
from the mouth and tucked under the neck.
"The hoses are now connected to valves in the table. One hose will deliver
fresh air the other will carry away the carbon dioxide. You will have to
breath through your mouth, Rupert." he explained.
Fred then held up two little red things, I couldn't make out what they were from
where I was sitting.
"These are nose plugs, Rupert. Once I insert them you will have to start
breathing through the tubes in your mouth." Fred said as he pushed a plug into
each of Rupert's nostrils.
"Ok, Rupert we are ready to begin. Just one more thing. Do not move while the
vacuum is created, you could end up with a pinch on your skin and I wouldn't
know about it and you would have no way of letting me know. That could prove
to be quite painful. So be sure to keep yourself perfectly still." Fred
explained.
"Once you are in vacuum you will not be able to move at all. Don't panic. I
am here, monitoring you. I will not let anything untoward happen and can have
you out of the vacuum in less than thirty seconds if you should have trouble."
he explained.
"Ok, now lay still while the latex sheet is placed over you. It may feel a
little cold at first but that will change to a wonderful warmth almost
immediately."
Gene stepped forward with what looked like a folded sandy colored sheet in his
arms. He and Fred opened it up then placed it over top of Rupert. He was
completely covered and the sheet drooped over all edges of the table all round.
Fred and Gene then walked to the wall and lifted what looked like a large frame
and brought it over to the table. Carefully they lowered it down until it fit
perfectly on the table, framing it. The excess latex sheeting protruding from
the bottom of the frame. There were clips on the sides of the frame and Fred
and Gene quickly snapped them downward.
The frame was now secured to the table and Fred explained what it was.
"This frame locks the latex sheeting to the table, forming an air tight seal.
In just a moment I will start the pump that will suck all of the air out of the
space between the top of the table and the sheeting. Rupert will then be
locked in a vacuum."
There was a small whirr of a motor and we watched in fascination as the air was
sucked out and the sheeting tightened all around Rupert. As it was pulled
around him it stretched and started to become translucent, he was perfectly
outlined and we could see him through the latex cover. It was truly an amazing
sight to see.
"This slave is now effectively immobilized, Master." Fred said turning towards
me. "He can not move at all nor can he be removed unless the air is returned."
"This sheeting can not be cut with normal tools." Fred explained as he picked
up a knife and jabbed it down into the sheeting.
We couldn't believe that it didn't cut the sheeting. Fred then invited us all
to come up and take a closer look. He even handed the knife to a few of the
Master's to try for themselves.
Fred then took the knife and demonstrated that it was sharp by lightly sliding
it across an apple. It cut a slice off the apple with no effort at all.
"Now we can all see that Rupert here is lost in his own little world of
pleasure. Just look how his cock is throbbing under the sheeting." he said as
he rubbed his hand up and down Rupert's throbbing dick. The sight was very
erotic, my own dick was trying to jump out of my pants and I was wet.
"Would one of you like to try cutting his cock off?" Fred asked.
The room went quiet. No one moved.
"Well you may want to, but as long as he is under this wrap it is totally
impossible, observe." he said as he took the knife and pressing down with
obvious effort pulled it across Rupert's throbbing cock.
I almost screamed for him to stop once it clicked in my brain what he was about
to try. Luckily, Fred had completed the act before I could yell. It would
have proved very embarrassing.
We could see the indentation the knife was making from being pushed down on
Rupert's dick. However the knife passed harmlessly across his cock, not even
leaving a mark on the material. There were a few murmurs of amazement. I
could see the wheels turning in more than one head.
"Although the material can not be penetrated, it is still possible to administer
pain to the slave while vacuum packed. For example I can grab his nuts and
squeeze and he is going to feel it. The sheeting will stretch a bit, it must
to allow him to breath, but that is about all." Fred explained.
Everyone had a million questions and they all started asking them at once.
Fred had to ask them to quiet down and ask one at a time. He started answering
the questions, but his eyes kept a close watch on Rupert the entire time.
He was answering a question and stopped in mid sentence.
"Observe, gentlemen, Rupert is unloading."
All eyes turned to Rupert's throbbing, pulsing dick. It was shooting gobs of
dick snot all around the big purple head. Walt placed a hand on Rupert's dick
and began to massage back and forth. A low moan of pleasure could be heard
escaping from the vacuum packed boy.
"You will notice that the vacuum pack is also almost sound proof. The sound
you just heard was actually the latex sheeting itself vibrating from Rupert's
moan underneath." Fred explained.
"Rupert can not hear a thing we say out here. What he will hear is just some
vibrations created by the latex sheeting. That is why you must watch him so
close once you have him in the vacuum pack. He has no way to tell you he is in
trouble, you must be ever watchful."
Rupert shot two more loads while Fred patiently answered questions. After an
hour and thirty minutes, the valves under the table were opened and Rupert was
released from the vacuum pack.
Fred and Gene removed the frame and the latex sheeting. Steven removed the
mouth piece.
"Well Rupert, how did you like that experience?" Fred asked.
"It was awesome, Sir. I have never in my life felt anything so erotic." he
replied, a big smile on his face.
"Would you like to do it again?" John asked.
"In a flash, Sir." Rupert replied.
After a bunch more questions, Steven escorted Rupert out of the room. He was
being taken to the showers. He would then be dressed in the standard slave
outfit and would join us in the dining room for lunch.
There was still an hour before lunch so I went to Fred and whispered in his ear.
He looked at me with a big smile and shook his head in the standard code for,
"yes."
I went to Pat and whispered in his ear and he also smiled and gave the yes sign.
Then I whispered something to Steven and the two of us left the room together
and went up to the room that Pat and I had been using.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I went into the bathroom
while Steven opened the door. Jeff was in his wheelchair and Fred was pushing.
"Please come in Master Jeff. Master Harold will be with you in a moment."
Steven said.
Fred pushed Jeff into the room then he and Steven left. Jeff didn't know what
was going on. He turned his head to say something to Fred, but saw the door
closing.
From the bathroom I said:
"Rrrrough." and Dinky doggie began his last appearance.
Jeff's eyes sparkled and a small tear of joy escaped from the corner of his left
eye as Dinky doggie entered the room.
Steven had helped me get into my old Dinky doggie outfit. I had told Jeff that
Dinky might make one last visit and I intended on keeping that promise.
I went right to him, wiggling my ass so the tail would wag and began to lick his
weathered old hand. His other hand went to the top of my head and patted me.
"You really are a wonder, Dinky. Thank you." he said.
I nuzzled my nose into his crotch and gently moved it around. I could feel his
old dick begin to rise. I was going to give this wonderful old man the best
damned blow job I could manage.
I was having a bit of trouble getting his fly down so he helped. His cock may
have been old, but it was still a force to be reckoned with. It pushed right
out of his pants once the zipper was down.
I began to lick the big purple head right away. I heard him give a little gasp
of pleasure when my hot tongue touched it. I licked all the way down one side
of the shaft and back up the other. My lips and tongue worked to give him as
great a feeling as it was possible for me to give him.
Taking just the head in my mouth I worked it in and out quickly. I soon had him
breathing hard and the precum flowing like a river. I loved the taste of his
precum, it was sweeter than the sweetest honey.
I used every cocksucking trick I had learned. Jeff was off in a world of pure
ecstasy and I was ready to feel that wonderful old dick down deep in my throat.
I pushed forward and it slid down past my tonsils and into my throat. I pushed
it as far down as it would go and held it there. I set up a gentle hum to
create vibrations around it. This was too much for Jeff and he began to
involuntarily thrust his hips up.
I got the hint and began to fuck my face on his throbbing dick. Being in
doggie mode has limitations. I would love to have been massaging his nuts and
playing with his pussy hole or tweaking his nipples, but the doggie paws
prevented this.
I tried to make his pleasure last as long as possible, but it really wasn't very
long before he was ready to start emptying his nuts.
I could feel it in the tension in his throbbing dick as it slid up and down my
throat. It suddenly stiffened and seemed to grow then he was shooting male
nectar into my greedy mouth and throat.
Jeff shot seven healthy loads and a couple of smaller ones before his nuts
emptied. I swallowed it all and loved the taste of him. When he was
finished I licked him clean, then placed my paws on the arm rests of his chair,
pulled my self up and licked his face.
His arms went around my shoulders and he pulled me close.
"Thank you, my boy, thank you. I have met a lot of men in my life and enjoyed
a lot of slaves, but I have never met anyone like you. I know it most likely
will sound silly to you, but I have fallen in love." he laughed.
At that moment the door opened slightly. I looked up and could see Steven
peeking in to see if we had finished. I nodded, yes. He opened the door and
he and Fred entered.
I climbed down from Jeff. Steven and Fred then got me out of the Dinky doggie
outfit. I asked them both to excuse us for a few more minutes. When they were
out of the room I turned to Jeff.
"I want to thank you for all your hospitality and your help, Jeff. I love you,
oh not the way I love Pat, but I do love you and will never forget you. Perhaps
with a little luck we will meet again." I said as I walked over to him.
I got down on my knees beside his chair and we embraced. I gave him a real
kiss, not a peck on the cheek. He held me tight and we stayed like that for a
good ten minutes. Not saying a word, just holding each other, not wanting to
let go.
We said our private good bye to each other and I got up and went to the door to
let Fred and Steven back in.
"I must get myself cleaned up a bit before lunch." I said as Fred pushed Jeff
out of the room.
"Will see you both downstairs."
Lunch was held in the big dining room. All of the Senior Masters and the
slaves assigned to them, including Max, were there, this would be our last meal
together.
While we ate and enjoyed ourselves, Tweebles, still wrapped tightly in his
cocoon, was being transported to the plane. He could have been with us in the
dining room enjoying this last get together if he hadn't been such an ass.
After lunch we all said goodbyes. The Master's would all be heading home as
well, but they would all be going via commercial flights on company planes.
Pat, Charlie and I piled into a large, black limo for the ride to the airport.
Steven, Pete, Larry, Carl, and Rupert were in a large van and followed along
behind.
At precisely two o'clock our plane left the runway and climbed into the
brilliant, sun filled afternoon sky leaving London far below and behind. I was
finally on my way home.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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