Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 15:34:27 +0000
From: Graeme Paterson <graemepaterson110@hotmail.com>
Subject: Humiliated Slut - 4

This is my first story on Nifty, although I have written others in the
past.  The usual disclaimers apply, age, objections to man on man sex etc.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome!

Last time...

Master led me down the stairs on the length of chain i had brought with me
and the three of us set off. It didn't take people long to start pointing
and staring at me, crawling along the pavement, clad only in a too small
rubber shirt with my belly hanging out the bottom and a pair of leather
chastity shorts. i could feel myself blushing beetroot red, but on the
other hand, i didn't give a damn - by allowing myself to be humiliated in
this manner, i was serving my Lord And Master as He wished it to be. End
Of! We didn't have very far to go until we were in the town centre, where i
was led to a very prestigious tattoo and body piercing parlour - what now?
i was soon to find out! Sir spoke first when he saw someone he knew behind
the desk.

'James! How are you m'love?! I've brought my good friend Andrew along,
complete with his slave. it needs some tit piercings and a 'Property Of
Andrew Veitch' tattoo doing - can you do it today please?'

James was the campest wee queen i have EVER clapped eyes on - even more so
than Ben, the receptionist at my office!

'Oh Daviiid, I don't knowww... We're reeaally busyyy todaaayy...'  Sir
whispered in James ear. 'REEAALLY?' he squeaked, 'it's a bit fat isn't it?
I'll get Frankie on to it - He'll sort the whore out - I want seeing to as
well mind!'

i couldn't help feeling i had been prostituted out to achieve something
being done to me that i might not like...


Chapter 4.

Master wasn't looking terribly happy at this point, until Sir explained
what was happening.  'Sorry about that Andrew, but your boi WILL be pierced
and inked today. it will need to suck a couple of real men's cocks and
drink some piss to show it's gratitude, but I thought that was a small
price to pay really... Have you thought about what you want?'

By this point Master was grinning from ear to ear! me? less so... 'Ok
James, let's talk turkey! I want the dirty slut's tits pierced twice. The
first piercing will be a stainless steel segment ring, 1.6mm thick and 16mm
diameter, so that it's heavy enough for me to hang weights on, and I want
bars put through in front of them, but they need to be an inch long. As far
as the tat goes, I want it above the left tit. An elegant script, but bold,
Property Of on the first line and Andrew Veitch on the second line. On it's
back I want SLAVE in nice bold three inch letters, across the shoulder
blades so it stands out.'

James was getting extremely excited - i could see his bulge in his
trousers. it was HUGE! Who knew a twink like that would have such a monster
cock? i couldn't wait to try and deep throat him... At James' call, Master
led me through to the private room, while Sir waited outside - that struck
me as odd, but none of my business! James introduced us to Frankie, who was
a massive muscled demi-god of a man and at least 6 foot 4. i suspect even
Master's knees went slightly weak at the sight of him! He had a few
tattoos, but nothing excessive - they were mostly celtic in design and
there was one i recognised as a previous Pride logo with the related
rainbow colours! He spoke in a deep baritone voice. 'Well now, what's this?
Looks like a fat cunt starting to be owned!'

Master spoke, 'it IS owned - by ME! However, while it's ass is all mine,
you are more than welcome to use it's mouth but it's excuse for a cock is
pathetic and not worth bothering with! it's peepee is caged, but only to
stop the fat slapper playing with it while it's unsupervised.'

Frankie barked at me, 'Right you fat douche, shirt off, up on the table and
flat on your back!'

i looked at Master for permission, 'you heard the man, do as you're told or
do you want a flogging when I get you home?' At that, i scrambled straight
onto the table, removed my t-shirt and lay on my back.

Frankie was impressed. 'it's quite agile for such a lard arse really!'

'Thank you Frankie! it needs to add at least another 75lbs, because I want
it's belly dragging on the ground as it moves around, so we'll see how it
copes with that! If you need to strap my bumboi down, feel free...'

'Yeah, I think I will - slave cunts aren't always willing to be inked and
pierced...'

Accordingly, i was secured into the cuffs attached to the table. Frankie
also produced a ball gag, explaining to Master that as well as silencing
'the fat bastard' it would give me something to bite down on - and it was
included in the price, so He would get to keep it anyway.  That was fine,
so the next step was the first piercing. Bloody hell! i screamed anyway, so
Master took the belt from his skin-tight jeans, which were also held up
with braces. That had always struck me as odd, but when he folded it in
half and smacked my soft belly flesh with it, i realised why...

'Shut it fatty, or there's more of that!

i managed to contain my squeals for the remaining three piercings, then
Frankie started tattooing my chest just above my heart. That wasn't a
sharp, searing pain like the rings and bars, it was more like a stinging
pain - like hundreds of bees. Once the front tattoo was done, i was
released. 'Right fatso, turn over!' It was just as well i was gagged,
because when i turned over, my not insubstantial weight was on my front and
the pain from the piercings and tattoo was incredible... By the time he was
finished, i was blinded by tears and snot. Frankie released my limbs and
removed the gag.  Master spoke, 'What do you say, douche-bag?'

i managed to sniff out a 'Thank You Master, and Thank You Mister Frankie
for spending your time on a fat, worthless slave like me.'  i felt Master's
belt across my newly tattooed shoulder blades. 'Pathetic! Try again - and
this time sound like you mean it!'

i dried my eyes with my fingers and wiped my nose on the back of my
arm. 'Master, Thank You for spending time and money having my girly tits
pierced and marking me as your property. Mister Frankie Sir, Thank You for
spending your valuable time piercing my girly tits and marking me as my
Master's Property. Please will you do me the honour of allowing a worthless
slave to suck your handsome cock?'

'That's better fag, I'm almost proud to own you now! Well Frankie, its
mouth is all yours if you want to abuse it!'

Frankie did take Master up on his offer and i was not disappointed. His
cock was indeed a handsome specimen - 9 inches long and about 2 inches in
diameter, and not even rock hard yet! i was instructed to open His trousers
using my teeth, so i started with His thick black leather belt - i wouldn't
mind a spanking with that some time! - i struggled a bit with the button,
but i managed it eventually and the zip was easy. Frankie helped me by
pushing His trousers down, but it was up to me to release His cock. With
His trousers out of the way, i nuzzled at His growing erection and licked
at the head through the fabric of His AussieBum boxer trunks in the True
Blue style - i know this, because all of my underwear at home is AussieBum
and i love it! - anyway, i pulled at the leg with my teeth, then the other
side until the waistband was low enough for me to grip it between my
teeth. i pulled and Frankie's by now rock hard dick sprang free and smacked
me in the face. Like the cocksucking whore i am, i didn't have to be told
to open wide! i tipped my head back, so that the angle would be right for
Frankie to rape my throat - and rape it he did! He forced his monster
straight in, without mercy, and i'm proud to say i swallowed it whole! i
lifted my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of the cock that was
invading my gullet and closed my lips around it to create a vacuum of
sorts. i knew i must be doing something right, because very shortly, He
started moaning in pleasure, 'Oh yes, damned faggot cocksucker, suck my
dick, take my seed, Oh YES! I'm breeding your slutty throat, swallow it
cunt, yes, yes, OH YES!!! Aahhh... Fantastic! Andrew, that's one of the
best blowjobs I've ever had - Thank you!' As Frankie was withdrawing, i
'accidentally' scraped my teeth on His shaft, eliciting a sharp exclamation
and a slap. 'Ow! You careless cunt! I've a good mind to take my belt and
thrash your fat arse!' YES! Exactly what i wanted! i looked to Master for
His response.

'I am extremely disappointed in you slave, I thought I had trained you
better than that. I suppose I need to let Frankie thrash you, you do
deserve it after all - but whatever he gives you, I'll give you 4 times
that when I get you home! STAND!'

Master unlocked the various padlocks on my shorts and said, 'Ok Frankie,
all yours! Do NOT let me down again slut!'

Frankie barked at me, 'Right you fat slag, drop your shorts and bend over!
Hands as far down your legs as you can manage and count. I will decide when
to stop!'

With that, He removed his belt, folded it in half, slapped it against His
leg and started on me... 'Sir! One Sir!' and so it went on until we got all
the way to 30. That meant i had earned 120 from Master! Bloody hell!!!
Frankie's thrashing hurt too - He's a BIG man and he certainly put some
force into belting my ass which was red raw - and i still had Master's
thrashing to come! i remembered my manners and thanked Frankie humbly and
profusely, kissing the toes of His shiny black Doctor Marten boots. Asking
for permission to speak, i asked if i was to service James too, as per the
arrangement he had set up with Sir? Frankie stuck his head round the door
and roared, 'JAMES! In here, NOW!!'  James scurried in and knelt on the
floor, obviously awaiting further instruction. 'Strip and present, BITCH!'
James stripped out of his tailored slim fit shirt and pin-striped trousers,
then stood up, legs spread and hands on top of his head. i realised that
the bulge i thought was a monster cock was in actual fact a chastity cage
of similar design to my own.

'You will have realised that James is my bitch and should not have tried to
elicit any sexual favours for himself. He will now have to face the
consequences of his actions. Andrew, I punished your boi, so it seems only
fair that you should punish mine for trying to rise above his station with
yours! I would suggest 15 lashes with your belt.'

'That sounds appropriate, although I'm sure you will be adding to that
total - perhaps in your own time?'

'Oh yes! Like you, I will be quadrupling the punishment!'

James took his punishment, although he lost count at 12, so Master started
again which meant he got 27.

'Useless bitch!' Frankie spat the words at James. '4 times 27 is 108, but I
may as well round it up to 120 - that will teach you to lose count faggot!
Kneel!'  Frankie pointed to the floor at His feet. He then proceeded to
piss on James' head, which ran down his body and onto the floor. 'Clean
that up slag, then get dressed and go back to work.'

Master told me to pull up my shorts and lock myself in, then He put my gag
back in and put my shirt in His bag, attached my chain and went out to find
David.  Sir was waiting where we had left Him, but had got Himself a new
tattoo in the process - a nice Celtic band around His right bicep. He
commented on the work Master had had done to me. 'Nice job Andrew, very
smart!'  'Thanks David, I'm pleased with it myself! Fancy a beer on Rose
Street? It's a nice day, so we can sit outside...