Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 22:46:15 +0000
From: Graeme Paterson <graemepaterson110@hotmail.com>
Subject: Humiliated Slut - Chapter 5

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 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...


Chapter 5

I was walked, in an upright position - so that passers-by could see my new
tattoos and piercings - to a bar in Rose Street. i was allowed to walk
upright because Master said that it was perfectly obvious to any one with
an ounce of common sense that i was a slave whore, collared, shackled,
gagged, pierced and tattooed. In fact, He was already thinking about my
next lot of tattoos - that filled me with as combined sense of dread and
excitement! We got to the pub and i sat on the ground like a well trained
dog. Sir was left in charge of me while Master went in and got the drinks
for the two of them. He came out with a pint for each of them.

'What about the pig Andrew?'

'What about it David? it disgraced itself earlier, grazing its teeth on
Frankie's cock - I thought I had trained it better, but it would appear I
have some work to do so if the fat ba'bag needs a drink, it can drink our
piss. Nothing more, nothing less!'

i didn't realise how angry i had made my Master, so i just sat quietly.  In
time, after 3 or 4 pints, they both needed to piss. 'Between my knees
dickhead!' i shuffled over to Master as He undid the middle three buttons
of his fly, then removed my gag. 'Open' As i opened my mouth, He pulled out
his magnificent man meat and waited for me to close my mouth around
it. Once He was happy that there was a good seal, He let go and i swallowed
every last drop, knowing that if i spilt a single tiny drop, all hell would
break loose! Besides, i already had 120 strokes waiting to turn my ass into
a red raw mess - that's a lot, even for me... Sir was next and we went
through exactly the same procedure. i couldn't believe i was drinking piss
straight from the tap as it were, in public. How hot was that?!  Once my
gag was back in, we were ready to go. We were almost home and Master
decided that i should be given the chance to pee too. He unlocked the front
of my shorts and opened the flap, led me to a storm drain in the street,
pointed at it and said, 'Ok nancy-boy, pee. It's your last chance today.'
We went home after that and Master opened the door.

'Ok faggot, into the playroom.'  i guessed i was about to get my
punishment.  Master and David released me from my shackles, removed my
shorts and attached one of my arms each to a device that looked for all the
world like an oversized coat hanger suspended from the ceiling by a steel
rope which was connected to an electric winch. The hanger was about 4 feet
long, so my hands were that far apart, then my ankles were attached to a
spreader bar of similar length and i was hoisted to a point whereby even if
i tried to put my tiptoes down, they wouldn't touch the ground although i
could feel it. Next, they produced a large box of clothes pegs and
proceeded to pinch some of my flab and attach a peg to it. i counted in my
head and there were about 250 pegs all over my body, including my scrotum
and perineum and on my newly pierced nipples... i was in ecstacic
agony. Then they turned out the light, locked the door and went away.

i don't know how long i hung there, it could have been 30 minutes or 3
hours. All i know was that my arms ached and the pegs were hurting too, but
in a good way. It would be agony when they came off, especially when the
blood rushed back into my nipples... Suddenly, the room was flooded with
light and Master marched in, swinging his riding crop. He proceeded to use
it to remove every single peg from my body, leaving the three pegs that
were attached to each of my nipples. Master lowered the winch so that i was
on my knees, ankles still in the spreader. He then proceeded to release my
right arm from the hanger and put one of a pair of spherical steel fist
mitts on my hand, locking it in place and repeating the action on my left
hand. i put my hand on the floor with the other one, only for Master to
kick them away. i landed flat on my belly and Master spoke,

'Right you fat fuck. you have 5 minutes to pick up all these pegs and put
them back in the box. Once you're done, come and find me in my study.'

i have to say, i struggled to get up, but i managed eventually and using my
mouth i picked up every last peg. As i turned to the door, my heart sank -
it was shut tight... Well, i had to make the effort. Thankfully the door
had a lever type handle, not the round variety, so i tried opening it with
my teeth - and i succeeded! Huzzah! Now all i had to do was make my way to
the study, i was dreading what i was in for, because i must be well over
the time i had been allotted for the task...  i made my way, albeit
incredibly slowly, to the study - it's hard when you have steel balls for
hands and your ankles are locked in a spreader bar! The door was ajar, so i
nudged it open with my head. Hearing the door rubbing on the thick carpet,
Master looked round from His desk, 'Oh, you're there fatboi! What kept
you?!'  Taking the question as permission to speak, i said, 'Master, you
closed the door and i had to open it using my mouth. If i have displeased
you, i am truly very sorry and i will gladly take any punishment You deem
me worthy of...'  Master actually SMILED at me and said; 'No slave, I
didn't realise that I had closed the door and I told you to come and find
Me, so I will overlook the timekeeping issue on this occasion. I still need
to punish you for your infraction at Frankie's this afternoon though, so
here's how that's going to work. I am going to hang you from the ceiling
again - feet off the ground so that when I hit you you will swing, then you
will get three lots of 40 strokes. I will give you 40 with the paddle, 40
with the tawse and 40 with the riding crop. After that, you will get into
the sling, where I will hook you up to your feeding tube. The feed you will
be guzzling down is extremely calorific, 2000 kcal per imperial pint. You
will be sucking down a gallon, so in total you will consume 16000
kcal. Twice a day should see your gut dragging along the ground fairly
quickly!'

Had my dick not been enclosed by the cage, it would have been rock hard! As
it was, the points of intrigue were digging into my hot flesh! i took my
flogging from Master, then as directed, i got into the sling. my ankles
were released from the spreader bar while i got into the sling, but they
were cuffed to the chains suspending the sling from the ceiling once i was
in. Before Master put the feeding tube onto me, i asked for permission to
speak which was granted.

'Master, PLEASE will you fuck me while i suck my fatboi food down? i know i
am a worthless whore, but i like to think i am YOUR worthless whore! You
know how much i crave cock, especially Your magnificent rod of steel! i
need you to breed me, i need to feel your hot seed filling my pussyboi
cunt, then slowly leaking out because you have stretched my hole so much
that it can't quite close against the cool evening air... Please Master,
fuck me into oblivion, fuck the cum out of me, BREED my fat ass!'

Do you know what my Lord and Master said? 'We'll see. Perhaps...'

For Fuck's Sake!