"The Wrong boy - the right bitch"
Author - Doug Kent
"the story continues"
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 times. 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 Ian's 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 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 directly 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 separate 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 and 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, re-stocking 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.
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 leapt 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 that time has wrought in me, also Master Ian
hypnotises me to see myself as I once was to allow me to compare 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 one at a time in front of the club members, to show
that 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 re-absorbed 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 they
are pierced 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, some thing 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 slave-master until he tried to enslave the Wrong boy.