Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 13:04:25 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Master Rob and Slave Boy Nick Pt 10.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

PART 10 - A REAL FUCK BOY BITCH SEX MACHINE IS BORN.


     After a couple of pints at the local pub, Master Rob took me back to
my flat, and on getting back into the flat I striped naked. It had now
become so natural for me I stripped off automatically once inside the
door. I then put back on the red sued 4 inch high heel ankle boots, I had
been wearing out that evening. Having got Mater Rob a drink from the
kitchen, he ordered me to go into the bathroom and give myself two enemas.

     I returned to Master Rob as quickly as I could having completed my
tasks, at which point he led me into the bedroom. I was then told to lay
down on the bed belly pressed down onto the red rubber under sheet and my
wrists and ankles fastened to the four corners of the bed. Then Master Rob
took one of the large vibrating dildos from the wall display and before
stuffing it up my pussy hole made me lubricate it in my mouth, till it was
covered in my spit. Once stuffed up my pussy, stretching and filling my
entire hole he switched on the vibrations. With the head of the dildo
turning left and right and rocking back and forth at a slow speed I moaned
in short sharp breaths, muffled by the fact my face was buried in the large
pink PVC covered pillow. "Oooooooooooohh, Yeeeessssssss, Ooooooohhh".

Master Rob : "Shut the fuck up you PUSSY BOY I did not tell you to say
anything, Did I ?"

Nick : "No Master Rob, Oooooooohhh, Yeeesssssss, Sorry Master, I cannot
help myself."

Master Rob : "Well we can soon fix that"

     He left the bedroom and came back in carrying a very large penis gag
from the display on the sitting room wall. Master Rob quickly pushed it
hard into my mouth and fastened it tight behind my head before I heard the
click of the lock being applied behind my head. The gag was large and I
could not utter a sound as it filled my mouth completely. He then proceeded
to increase the vibrations on the dildo that filled my pussy hole. As the
vibrations intensified my whole body felt like an electric shock was
passing through it. Master Rob informed me that he would leave it set like
that, on half setting for a while. My body started to twitch and spasm from
the vibrators action on my pussy hole and prostrate.

     I lay on the bed twitching and squirming as much as I could with my
hands and feet firmly fixed to the four corners of the bed. My breathing
heavy and laboured only being able to breath through my nose, as the penis
gag totally filled my mouth. Then I suddenly felt the sharp crack of the
whip on my back, three cracks on my back and three on my buttocks. By
twisting my head around, out of the corner of my eye I could see in the
mirrored ceiling my back and buttocks, shinny in sweat now and six large
seriously red welts on my back and buttocks. I quickly turned my head face
down to the bed again as a further three cracks of the whip landed on my
back again and my buttocks. The pleasure from the vibrating dildo causing
my whole body to shake in ecstatic pleasure mixing with the serious pain
now being inflicted to my pussy buns and back caused tears to well up in my
eye's. I was really getting very hot and horny and enjoying the sensations
I now felt, including the pain. Master Rob stopped whipping me and said he
would be back shortly, he was going to get another drink from the
kitchen. I heard him leave the room and heard his leather motor bike boots
clump off down the hallway towards the kitchen.

     On Master Rob re entering the bedroom, I was by now really writhing
about on the bed in shear ecstasy. Then Master Rob informed me that there
was a film on TV he wanted to watch, and as I looked to be having so much
pleasure he would leave me to enjoy myself. He then picked up the vibrators
control and turned it up to full power. I must have jumped despite being
bound to the bed, which had I not been would have hit the ceiling with my
entire body.

Master Rob : "I'll be back in a couple of hours PUSSY BOY, if you've had
enough before then just give me a shout, I'll be in the sitting room"

     I was by now bouncing around the bed like a demented rag doll, with my
rigid boner uncomfortable and painful as it was being hammered again and
again into the rubber under sheet. My slave nipple bells and cock bell on
the Prince Albert ring sounding out like a demented alarm clock going on
and on. Master Rob left the bedroom smiling and laughing to himself and
locked the iron gate to the bedroom, confirming to me that I was his play
toy here for his amusement and pleasure and not for mine. How long was I
going to be able to take this for, with the penis gag in my mouth there was
no way I could shout out to Master Rob, so it was going to be a very long
and painful two hours of shear tormented ecstasy.

     Master Rob returned to the bedroom after two hours, having finished
watching his film, whilst I continued to throw my body as best as I could
all over the bed. I was covered from head to foot in a river of sweat and
piss. My entire body now racked with pain from the continual pounding I had
given it in throwing myself around. I don't think one muscle in my body was
not battered and bruised. I had pissed myself three times at least through
my BABY BOYS PEE PEE TOY and it had not once fired a drop of spunk. It was
totally useless and may as well not be there as all it did was to stand
erect and ridged constantly. Suddenly Master Rob turned the vibrator off
and pulled the dildo out of my pussy hole, leaving it gapping and dripping
with its own juices as my pussy ring twitched and danced from the hammering
it had just received. My feet and hands where un cuffed from the corner of
the bed and I lay curled up in the middle of the bed worn out, exhausted,
body battered and bruised and shaking from its exertions. Master Rob
unlocked the ball gag and removed it and I gasped in lung after lung full
of air.

Nick : "Thank you Master Rob for that wonderful time YOUR PUSSY BOY HOPES
HE HAS PLEASED YOU"

Master Rob : "You have not finished yet my PUSSY SLAVE BOY, get on your
knees with that pussy of yours over the side of the bed"

     I adopted the position as quickly as my tired and exhausted body would
allow, hoping not to up set my Master. I then felt Master Rob's large and
well endowed manhood sliding up and down my worthless pussy crack.

Nick : "Please Master Rob I beg you please fuck my pussy, fuck me hard and
deep, please Master, fill my worthless pussy with your spunk."

     His large and erect meat slides into my well worn pussy and I
concentrate at tightening my pussy hole. I feel my Masters balls slapping
methodically against my buttocks as he thrusts in and out, long slow and
deliberate. As he speeds up I feel myself moving back and forth with my
hips, pushing back as he thrusts forward, slamming my prostate with the
head of his cock. After only a short time Master Rob shoots his full load
of manly spunk up my pussy filling me with his warm rich seed. I notice
that I am once again pissing myself and apologise to my Master immediately
for pissing myself. Master tells me not to worry about it as he understands
how embarrassing it must be for me, not having a cock, but a BABY BOYS PEE
PEE TOY which I can only pee through, but we can get that sorted later
today. Then before Master Rob pulls his cock out of my pussy hole he takes
a piss himself, filling my pussy with his warm and glorious golden piss. He
stuffs my butt plug which was lying on the floor back up my pussy whole
before he says good night to me and leaves the flat to go home. I collapse
onto the bed completely spent and quickly drift off into a deep sleep,
lying there in my own piss and sweat, with my insides warm with my Masters
spunk and piss. A thought drifts briefly through my mind before a fall
asleep, 'What did my Master mean, my pissing would be taken care of later
today ?'.

     I woke up late after 10 am and quickly got up bathed, enema, shaved my
face and body, renewed my nail polish on my fingers and toes and my
lipstick before I cleaned up the bedroom, replacing all the toys used in to
their respective wall displays. I then sat down for a coffee, thinking
about the fantastic night I had just spent with Master Rob.

     I suddenly remembered I needed to get my Levi's jeans and trucker
jacket washed, as they still stunk of piss and spunk. I was just heading
back with them in my arms to the kitchen when Steve and Mark one entered
from the internal stairs. Steve told me I had better hurry up and get
dressed as I had an appointment to go to, which Master Rob had arranged. I
looked down at the jeans and jacket and took a deep intake of breath
smelling the pungent odour of piss and spunk arising from them, which had
the effect of turning me on rather than that of disgust. I poured myself
into the skin tight, worn and threadbare Levi's and trucker jacket and went
into the bedroom to get my black winkle picker boots. Mark stopped me and
told me I should wear the red sued high heel boots, as they looked much
more PUSSY like. I asked where we were going but received no reply. We left
on the motorbikes from the garage and headed out of town. Steve with Mark
on the back of his bike and me on my bright pink trials bike, with my pink
crash helmet with the lettering on the front 'NICK' and on the back 'FUCK
BOY BITCH'.

     After nearly three hours riding we turned into a long winding drive up
to some large mansion house. The had been a sign on the wall at the gate
but we past it so fast I did not get a chance to read it. Once parked up in
a large car park at the front of the large house, Steve told me I had to go
in as I had an appointment with a Mr Ian Smith, I had to report to the
reception desk and ask for him, if I was asked my name I had to say I was
PUSSY SLAVE BOY NICK.  As I was also going to be here sometime Steve and
Mark where not waiting for me and Mark would take my bike back with him. I
entered the house having watched Steve and Mark zoom off down the drive and
out of sight. There was a lady sat behind the reception desk so I went over
and told her I had an appointment with Mr Ian Smith, I then had to tell her
whom I was "PUSSY SLAVE BOY NICK" I replied slightly humiliated at the
slight laughter I received in return. I was told he would see me shortly
and I needed to go to room one and wait. I found room one at the top of the
stairs and entered to find a small sitting room which was furnished with
plush chairs and a couple of small coffee tables.

     After a short wait a woman came in, wearing a bright white uniform,
and I was asked if I was PUSSY SLAVE BOY NICK, which I replied yes to. She
told me Mr Ian Smith was slightly delayed but would be here soon. She then
told me that Master Rob had telephoned and left instructions that I should
treat this house as if it was my flat, and I would understand what that
meant. She then asked me if I would care for a cold drink whilst I waited,
I accepted and asked if I could have an orange juice, which she went away
to get. I then realised what Master Rob's message meant and stripped of my
jacket and jeans but kept the boots on as the floor felt cold on my
feet. When the lady returned she entered and gave me my orange drink and
didn't raise an eyebrow at this naked and shaved hairless man standing in
this waiting room. "Please she said sit down and enjoy your drink, and
could you just sign this form for me before I go." I sat down signed the
form quickly and sipped my orange, which was very refreshing after the long
ride down. I started to feel very sleepy and remember seeing the lady
picking my cloths up from the floor before leaving the room. I then must
have drifted off to sleep as I remember no more.

      When I came round I was in a different room laid in a bed covered
with a white sheet my arms and legs felt heavy and it took all my strength
just to open my eyes. Master Rob was there and another man Master Rob was
calling Ian, obviously this was Mr Ian Smith the man I had the appointment
with. What had happened though, I just couldn't remember. Both saw I was
awake and came over to the bed. Rob explained that the other man was Mr Ian
Smith a consultant surgeon and a very good friend of his. I was then
briefly told that Ian had been kind enough as he had had a cancellation to
take me in for the past 10 weeks to help sort me out. My mind swam and
fogged and cleared again. What did Master Rob mean 10 weeks, I had been
here ten weeks. I tried to shake my head and clear it more and ask what had
happened. I was told not to speak yet as it may strain the operation Ian
had done on my vocal cords. This was weird and to wild for words.

     I was told everything Ian had done for me, and as my mind cleared more
and I got more feeling back into my body I tried to comprehend what master
Rob had got Ian to do. The tendons and ligaments in my legs had been
shortened, this would mean that I would have to walk about in tip toes if
going barefoot. I could wear a minimum two inch heel but my legs would ache
after three to four hours. The best footwear would preferably be 4 inches
or higher. Ian had decided on the height himself having seen my preferred
boot heel size from the boots I had arrived here in, at his clinic.

      He had also carried out implant surgery on my calf's, thighs making
them larger and fuller and my buttocks making them fuller and firmer. My
waist had been reduced and the small amount of fat removed. The breast
implants had been reduced from the large B cup suggested by my ex wife for
a pair of firm pirt large A cups with erect nipples which he had put
increased sensory implants into, making my nipples 200 to 400% more
sensitive. The Adam's apple had been removed and vocal cords operated on so
I would now have a higher pitched quite wispy voice. I was also told about
the cosmetic surgery to my face, more pronounced cheek bones, fuller
pouting lips, laser removal of all facial and body hair which combined with
hormone treatment would stop facial and body hair growth completely. My
nose had also been shortened and narrowed, in total my face was a great
deal more boyish in looks bordering on feminine.

     Finally Ian told me about my penis, which he had removed my testicles
from their ball sacks and placed them in specially developed man made
plastic sacks inside my groin, the sacks had implants in them which help to
stimulate my testicles to produce sperm. As I had asked he had reduced my
penis to a small stub which when fully erect stood no longer than of an
inch. It was now sat in the front of my groin and the skin from the ball
sacks he had used to make protective cover for my penis. This gave the
outward impression as far as I was concerned of having a clitoris. Also
when erect my penis would actually stand out just proud of the lips and
point straight down between my legs. When the penis was flaccid it would
retract under the skin lips and all one could see was the Prince Albert
Ring and slave bell protruding between the two lips of my clit, it was
really now a slave clit ring and bell.

     This was going to get some getting used too, but as Master Rob
explained I had wanted the changes, I had begged and pleaded in public. The
breasts looked good as well and as my ex wife had said would remind me for
the rest of my life how I had humiliated her by becoming the slut I now
was. Ian also added that the sensory implants in my nipples had also been
implanted in my pussy hole and on my prostate however because of the
operation on my penis I would have very limited feeling in my BABY BOYS PEE
PEE TOY which really was now nothing more than a clit cock. The sperm my
hidden testicles would now produce with the implants would mean that I
would be able to produce spunk every half an hour to an hour. It would not
however fire out quickly but would run out of my clit cock more like a
tap. Master Rob concluded by putting it al into context, I had to agree
apart from the breasts everything else deep down I did really want, I was
simply a PUSSY SLAVE BOY and did not need a cock of my own as I was not
there to please myself but to please my Master and his friends. The work
performed on my body now made me look about 25 to 30 years old and a very
feminine FUCK BOY BITCH and with the sensory implants would make me a real
mean sex machine. So here I was A REAL FUCK BOY BITCH SEX MACHINE born from
the work of this kind and generous Master Rob. Within two hours I was fully
able to get up out of bed get dressed and head back home to my flat sat
behind my Master Rob astride his large black throbbing motor bike, my pink
crash helmet telling all what they could now see in my body and face NICK -
FUCK BOY BITCH.


To be continued.........