"The Wrong Boy"

Author - Doug Kent, idea suggested by Ian Beard

"And all because he had picked the wrong boy"


It is nearly time to get ready to go to "The Grapple"; I don't know if
you have been there, it is a BDSM club in the town where I live.

I go there every day or so, I generally go to find a slave to use for
the night, I always find one too, probably because I am 6ft 3ins, well
muscled (but no muscle mary) and bloody well hung. I am particularly
proud of my hair and beard, my body hair is well defined especially
where it frames my pecs and my 'treasure trail' is extremely
impressive.

The slaves I pick up practically run to me drool and beg for me to use
them. And quite rightly, I look good and I deserve to be worshiped, and
my meat deserves their attention. That's what slaves are for anyway;
any guy that is willing to take another guys cock up is arse is no use
for anything other than being a bitch for the use of real men. I have
never been fucked and never will be; in fact nothing has ever been in
my arse and again never will be.

I have looked out what I intend to wear tonight, I have shorts and
chaps that were lovingly cleaned and polished by a slave last week,
biker jacket equally well cared for by some cringing slave before I
strapped his arse to a pulp and my cap cleaned by a dogslave on
Wednesday. The best looked after is my harness; I enjoy a slave
bleeding over it before he polishes his own blood into the leather.

Ready at last, slow walk and I am there.

It's quiet tonight; I take a slow stroll around to see if there is
anything I fancy. I notice one new guy, obviously a dominant Master and
he has an old reject of mine in tow. I think the slaves name was joe or
john, possibly jack, I remember he didn't like the whip at first, but
like all of these slave he soon was begging for more, of the whipping
and of me. I stroll over and introduce myself, mainly to see if my
marks are still on the slave and I am gratified to see that the welts I
inflicted on him are still nicely obvious. The Master tells me that his
name is Ian and his gets his slave, who is apparently called jake to
lick my boots. Ian is dressed like me except that instead of a ring at
the centre of his harness he has a buckle with a large jewel in the
centre. We chat for a while, and smoke a cigar while his slave jake
serves our cocks, have a couple of drinks and use his bitch as a
pissoir. We continued to chat for a while but I started to feel drowsy
so I said my goodbyes and left, it was only when I arrived home that I
noticed that I hadn't picked up anything to service my cock. I decided
to take myself in hand and started to wank, but found a bit of
difficulty getting an erection so I started playing with my tits as I
find that generally brings the boys I use to erection although I have
never had the need to do it to myself, it worked and I shot a very
decent load but had to catch it in a strop cloth as there was no handy
mouth to use and had to clean my own cock, which was a change. Funny
how you miss a slave's mouth cleaning your cock after you have given a
slave a protein drink.



Missed having something to fuck last night, so I am off to "The
Grapple" again tonight, to find a fucktoy, I also need to let off a bit
of steam so I shall be looking for something to whip into shape
literally. I don't like getting welts up where there have obviously
been others in the past. I like my boy's fresh to pain, I like to look
on their faces when their first ever lash bites into their flesh. I
like that first scream as they realise that they are going to suffer
before I fuck them and above all I like them eventually begging me NOT
to stop when they discover that I have taught them that pain is now
their 'thing". I dress much the same as last night, but my nipples are
a bit inflamed from my treatment of them last night so I wear a soft
leather muscle top instead of the harness.

Ian is there again tonight and I notice he is still using the same
slave; I am surprised because a guy like him could have any boy in the
place just by snapping his fingers, as Ian is a similar build and size
to me. We chat a while and I watch as he tortures slave jakes tits, and
watch with interest as he tightens up the clamps on them, I find my
nipples tingling in response, must be from the workout I gave them last
night, funny I had never knew how erotic tit play can be for the playee
as well as the player. I may try it again tonight and may get whichever
slave I choose to try working on my nipples; hell I may wear clamps
while I fuck him. I stay for a while with Ian for a chat, a drink or
two and a couple of stogies then I head off home. I realise that again
I haven't brought home a slave, but what the hell, I go straight for my
toy store and get out the nipple clamps and start work on myself, the
tighter I turn them the more excited I become, suddenly I find myself
shooting a load of dicksnot without ever having touched my meat.

I woke up this morning still wearing the tit clamps, I must have passed
right out after I came because the sheet were stuck to me this morning.
I took off the clamps and my cock exploded with another load as the
blood rushed into my nipples, the pain was so intense it took me a
while to focus and realise that I had covered the sheets with more of
my jism.

Must remember to pick up a slave tonight, I need the bed remade, as the
sheets are practically solid with my seed.



Dressed up and raring to go, found the nips a bit tender so I looked
out a latex shorts and muscle vest combination with nipple holes, it
looks fine with my leather chaps and leather waistcoat and it really
shows off my nipples which look good although a bit puffy.

Met up with Ian again, he was a bit surprised that I was showing off my
nipples until I told him, he offered to let jake suck my nips while we
chatted. I told him that I must remember to find a slave to tidy up for
me, so he suggested that I took slave jake to do the work and save me
having to look for one. I thanked him and we settled down to chat a bit
more. Time always seems to fly when I chat to Ian. When I looked at my
watch I decided it was time to go so I thanked Ian and took him up on
his kind offer and took slave jake back with me. I got the slave to
clean the place up and to be honest didn't feel like thrashing him so
just bent him over ready to fuck him and to admire my handiwork on his
back, it was a nice trellis of strap marks that he is carrying.
Somehow I couldn't get it up again so started playing with my tits,
that didn't work so I got the slave to suck on them for a while. That
only achieved a slight woody and that was when jake asked permission to
speak. I gave it and he suggested a dildo might make give me a better
erection. I gave him a backhander for the suggestion and then had a
change of heart and actually tried it with the smallest dildo I could
find. I got a bigger hard-on than I have ever had and of course jake
got the benefit of it, I found I could go long and hard and 2 minutes
later it was back up ready for giving him another reaming. We neither
of us got much sleep that night as I was insatiable, I even let him
sleep in my bed instead of having him stay on the floor. The next
morning I fucked him twice more in quick succession before removing the
dildo. I sent him on his way and got ready for work.

When I got back from work the first thing I did was to try out the tit
clamps again, I had found that I felt quite naked without them, wearing
them is such a turn on and though it embarrasses me to admit it, I
found that I noticed not having a dildo inside me, I somehow had gotten
used to it in that one night.

I am ready for the club again I hope Ian is there, I feel so
comfortable and relaxed in his presence. I have just got my biker
jacket and jeans on and a pair of Doc's, the jacket covers the tit
clamps that I really didn't want to take off.

Ian was there so I bought a drink for each of us and sauntered over to
him, he seems to give off an aura of relaxation, and I know that I can
say anything to him. He told me to sit down and undo my jacket, I was a
bit hesitant about showing my tits but I wanted to do as Ian said
because he does so much for me, he even lent me his slave last night
and I hope he will lend me jake again tonight. As always the night just
seemed to vanish and there I was walking home hand in hand with jake.
We went straight to bed and jake put a slightly bigger dildo in me and
again I developed an erection to die for; for which Jake was very
grateful. We slept locked in each other's arms and next morning I gave
him a good seeing to.


Back to "The Grapple", and to see Ian and Jake, I talked to Ian for a
while and found that sort of relaxed feeling flow over me as it always
does when I chat with him. When it was time to leave Ian lent Jake to
me again and when we arrived back at my place we started to try dildos
in me starting with the size I had used last and working up. I was
surprised that after a few minutes with one size I felt as if I must
try the next, with Jakes help I progressed thru to the largest I had,
which is about the girth of a beer can. Needless to say I was more than
erect and I fucked Jake for what seemed like and eternity while he
worked the dildo in my arse, when I eventually blew my load, Jake
carried on and started to fist me which got me started up again. When I
woke up Jake suggested that I would look good if I shaved my head and
face, so we set too with a vengeance and did it there and then. I felt
so good that when Jake suggested that I shave my entire body I agreed
instantly, but we decided to wait until tonight. Jake checked with Ian
and he is allowed to come back this evening so no "Grapple" tonight.


Came straight home and Jake was waiting for me with a bath run, I had
had a lot of good comments during the day about my 'new look' so I was
eager to continue. I slipped into a warm bath and laid there letting
the tension just drain out of me, I think I must have dozed off for a
while, because I thought the Ian was there talking to me, but it must
have been a dream.Whenever I looked at Jake I seemed to see Ian's face
staring back at me. Jake lathered me all over and started shaving me,
first my back and legs then my arms and chest, I was surprised when he
started towards my pubic hair, but as he said the rest was done and
looked good so why not that as well. Right enough when it was finished
and I looked in the mirror I was very pleased with the hot looking boy
that stared back at me. Jake said I looked hot too, and how sexy I
looked as he took me to bed and started fisting me. I don't know how
many times I came but I was totally exhausted but happy as I fell
asleep.


No Jake waiting for me today, so I am getting myself ready for an
evening with Master Ian and Jake, I couldn't decide at first what would
look good with my new look, but finally settled for a slashed white
muscle shirt and a pair of ripped cut down denim shorts, they are so
short that they practically show my arse crack, so having shaved all
that I could reach I set off. When I arrived they were both sitting in
a booth dressed almost identically in leather harness, trousers, boots
and caps, their identical dress accentuated the similarities I had
noticed earlier. Master Ian explained that He and Jake are brothers and
He told me what they wanted to drink. I brought the drinks over to
them and watched them drink them; Master Ian said I could get one for
myself as well this time. We chatted until it was time to leave and
Master Ian took Jake and I back to his place. As soon as we arrived
there Jake helped me get naked and did the same himself and then he
helped me put on a collar, to fit the biggest dildo I have ever seen
and to really tighten my nipple clamps. We waited until Master Ian was
ready for us. Jake started playing with Master Ian's tits and kissing
Him while I got down on my knees and started blowing him. The taste of
that cock was fantastic and when He grabbed my head and pushed it all
the way down his shaft I was in ecstasy. Master Ian began by fisting
me, as he said to 'open Jake's boy up a bit', He has such large
wonderful hands, I could feel my heart pounding as I knew or at least
guessed that He had decided to make me his tonight and I wanted nothing
more than to be fucked by this wonderful guy. He is everything I could
want in a man, so strong and masculine looking, so dominant, and so
"Masterful".

I am not to be fucked; I am being given to Jake, sorry Master Jake for
His pleasure. Master Ian explained that after what I did to Master Jake
when He was my slave, Master Ian decided that I would make up for it,
so He has been hypnotising me over the last week or so and I will now
spend the rest of my life as Master Jakes slave. I am to be submissive,
passive and a masochist, but I will retain the memories of what I was
and to suffer accordingly as I beg dominant men to fuck me, torture me
and use me in the most degrading and humiliating ways. I will spend all
my time collared, clamped and with a dildo up me permanently except
when being fucked, I will be kept in a chastity device and will develop
a desire to drink piss and eat shit and when not in use by Master Jake
and His friends I will be whored out, but firstly I am being taken to
"The Grapple" to allow all the patrons to see me as I am now and for
them to take their pleasure with me. So the big, beautiful Master I
thought I was is no more for the rest of my days I will be a
snivelling, grovelling slave, grateful for any kicks and beatings I get
and begging to drink piss.

I didn't realise the Master Ian lives above "The Grapple", so in a
matter of moments I was in the club in which I used to find my slaves,
only now I was one of the slaves paraded there. I don't know if Master
Ian and Master Jake had put the word out, but the club was busier than
I have ever seen it. Slowly Master Jake took me around the members and
introduced me as His slave and offered the use of my body whenever and
however they wanted. After I had been shown to everyone I was taken to
the centre of the dark room and chained to the horse that I had used so
often before. I was fucked continually, I don't know by whom, stretched
over a horse you cannot see who is using you, some I discovered when
they came around to the front of me to tell me that I had ignored them
at one point or had spurned them or had misused a slave of which they
were fond. The list seemed to go on and on, but thats what slaves are
for isn't it, for use, to fuck if you want to, or beat if you want to,
slaves don't matter. I have just realised what I am saying, I am now a
slave, do I want to be used like that? The answer is yes, my memory
tells me that I am a Master, but my body and especially my mind, is
doing what Master Ian intended when he hypnotised me. I want to be
used, I want to be humiliated, I want to be degraded, I get such a rush
when I am used in that way although I am at the same time totally
ashamed of my feelings and cannot rationalise them.

Eventually the club thinned out and the last stragglers left, my
Master, Master Jake, threw the clothes I arrived in at me and told me
to get dressed and go up to Master Ian's house. Master Ian sat me down
in a dimly lit room, took the jewel from his harness and placed it in a
bracket in front of a lamp on the table and started to talk softly to
me. I don't know how long I sat there, I didn't seem to hear what He
was saying but I knew that He was giving me instructions. After a
while, that could have been a minute or a month, He took me into the
bathroom sat me in the bath and gave me a Golden Shower, my mouth was
drawn to it and I wanted to drink my fill but as I got close to the
stream of life-giving liquid, He would aim in another direction.
Eventually He was finished and I looked at the bottom of the bath and
tried to drink as much as I could but the plug was out and that
wonderful golden fluid was running away. Then Master Jake came in and
stood in the bath and put His cock in my mouth and started the piss
into me, it was wonderful I knew at that moment that I would never
drink anything else again, I was made to drink piss and from that
moment on I would drink my fill whenever I had the chance. Master Jake
told me that I was a very good boy because I had not spilled a drop.

I was told to go home which I did, and I was happy to run back to my
house in my piss sodden clothes, I rushed back in the hope that there
would be some piss left in them that I could wring out and drink.

Next day I went to work as normal, and as soon as possible afterwards I
headed to the club, having first dressed in the clothes I had worn the
night before. Master Jake was there with good news for me, because I am
unable to wear my nipple clamps and dildo at work, He has persuaded
Master Ian to give me a job at "The Grapple", so I can be properly
dressed at all time. Tomorrow I am to hand in my notice and to give a
letter to my lawyers so that Master Jake can sell my house and car for
me and move what possession I will need, because I will have a room at
the club so I can be near my work. Tonight was similar to yesterday,
except that the horse was placed in the bathroom at the club, I had
been in the john there many times but had never seen this room before,
it had always been closed and I had assumed it was the cleaners
cupboard or some such thing. During the evening I was fucked and fisted
constantly and best of all I was pissed on and in by most of the
members. Again when the club closed, Master Jake told me to get dressed
and go up to Master Ians apartment, I did and Master Ian pulled a cover
over the chair I had sat in yesterday and sat me in it and started
talking to me again, like last night I didn't hear what was said but
knew I was being given rules to govern my new life as a slave.

I was again taken to the His bathroom and this time told to get down on
my knees on the floor, Master Ian went away and eventually He and
Master Jake returned carrying a large dish that they fitted into the
toilet pedestal, they then put the seat down and first one then the
other sat on it and shit into the dish. Master Jake then took the dish
out placed it in front of me and told me to eat. I have never felt so
hungry, I wolfed down their shit and was still ravenously hungry
afterwards so they kindly shit directly into my mouth and allowed me to
lick them completely clean.

I have handed in my notice, it was accepted with immediate effect, my
boss said that they were going to let me go anyway as there had been
complaints about my personal freshness. I went dirctly to the club and
Master Ian was waiting for me, He is going to employ me as a cleaner in
the club, with special responsibility for the toilets. He took me to my
room, it is the same bathroom that I was shown and used in yesterday,
It is to be my room, this is where I will live and work, I am allowed
to sleep in the bath when the club is not in use, when the club is in
use I am to go into the bath so that the club members can piss on me, I
am allowed to ask or rather beg them to shit on and in me too. Master
Ian told me to strip, which I did, He then put a large heavy stainless
steel collar with spikes in it around my neck and padlocked it, a
bulldog clip on each nipple and fitted me into a chastity device. Next
was a heavy metal ring arrangement around each ball and he explained to
me that further rings will be attached from time to time to stretch my
scrotum into two seperate low hanging pouches with a bollock in each,
they will be stretched continuously and eventually my nuts will hang
down below my knees for easy access when torturing my balls. Although I
am only wearing bulldog clips at the moment my nipples will also be
stretched abd pierced for the same reason and I am to expect many rings
pierced through my nipples and from time to time I will be strung up by
my tits to help stretch them more and more.

During the day I am to clean the club, I started immediately sorting
and cleaning the glasses, restocking the bar, cleaning the ashtrays,
some of them had cigar butts in them and such was my hunger for
nicotine that I lit them and smoked them. Master Ian saw me doing it
and came over and sat me down again and flashed the jewel in my face, I
felt that strange lassitude overwhelm me once more, and I knew that I
was being hypnotised again to further change me into even more of a
slave. Master Ian says I am allowed to smoke any cigar butts I find in
the club, I am to smoke them down as far as possible and then finally
eat them. He tells me that this will only partially satisfy my craving
for tobacco which He has made much stronger in me than it was. I am
also to eat any cigar butts that I find floating in the urinals to give
me the nicotine that I need.

After I had cleaned up to Master Ian's satisfaction, He and Master Jake
started on my fisting training, I wear a beer can permanently up my
arse, although Master Jake has ordered a larger expandable dildo for
me. I was strapped over the horse and both Master Ian and Master Jake
started to fist me, my cock lept up but the chastity device in which my
cock is imprisoned would not let it go to attention, the pain was
excruciating but although my Masters said that if I asked they would
stop fisting me until the pain went away, I was unable to because I
need to feel mens fists in me punching and torturing my prostate so
much that I will endure anything to feel the abuse of my prostate.

Three months have passed since I became Master Jakes slave and my body
has changed dramatically, there is a full length mirror in my room so
that I can see the changes the time has wrought in me, also Master Ian
hypnotises me to see myself as I once was to allow me to compared the
past with the present. I am completely hairless including eyebrows and
occasionally member use tweasers to remove my eyelashes as well. I
caught someone with my teeth when blowing a member of the club, so my
teeth were removed so it would not happen again, my nose runs
constantly after someone thought it would be a good idea for me to
smoke cigarettes with my nose, lighted end up. Gone is the muscular
build of which I was once so proud, I am only ever fed shit and I am
always hungry and the muscle tissue I once had has been reabsorbed into
my body. My nipples are about 3 inches long now and covered in scar
tissue from the torture and from members who like to stub out their
cigars on my nipples and piered 4 times down their length with 4mm
rings. Master Jake had to get a smaller collar made as my body reduced
in girth. I have lost any tan I ever had because I am never allowed out
of the club, my cock is shrivelled and covered in sores and my pussy
has opened so much that now I wear a champagne bottle in it with the
neck out which allows me to fuck myself with it, something that the
members never tire of watching. Most members can easily get both arms
into my pussy now and I am often used for fisting competitions. I have
my Masters mark on my right tit and my left arse cheek and my ball sack
now reaches my knees, Master Jake is so impressed with the growth and
stretching there that He is increasing the weights more and more so
that eventually they will drag along the ground. My entire body is
marked with welts from whips and straps, with burn marks from cigars
and from sores because of the effect of being constantly covered in
piss and shit.

There is really nothing left of the guy who thought he was a beautiful
dom slavemaster until he tried to ensvlave the Wrong boy.

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