Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 07:53:49 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK Pt 3.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

PART 3 - THE PICK UP.


     I finally made it home, looking a real site, in the well frayed, worn
and threadbare Levi's that looked as if I had been pored into them they
were so skin tight. My cock like a giant ramrod tenting the front of my
jeans, with my cock and balls tightly encircled in their metal cock ring,
feeling the pressure on my prostrate from the metal butt plug stuffed up my
pussy hole. The woollen hat on my head soaking wet now with a brownish gunk
seeping out slightly and my scalp starting to itch.

     At the door was a parcel with large black lettered address on, TO
PUSSY SLAVE BOY NICK INSTRUCTIONS ENCLOSED. I picked it up quickly,
wondering how long it had been there, and hoping non of the neighbours had
seen it. As I picked it up I was reminded of the bright pink nail polish I
was wearing on my fingernails and remembered that my toe nails where
likewise painted. I quickly got into the house carrying the parcel and with
every movement heard the slightly muffled ringing from my nipple ring bells
and cock bell. I could only think how embarrassed I had been having to come
home like this, and although I had kept my head and eyes fixed to the
ground, hoping that it might open up and swallow me, I had on some
occasions out of the corners of my eyes, seen some very strange and
disgusted looks on peoples faces around me.

     I stripped off and dived into the shower, after removing all the gauze
covering the new tattoo's now adorning my body, and shampooed my hair
several times till the water was running clear and took the opportunity to
re shave my body including my cock, balls and pussy ass, as best as I
could, ready for tonight. Stepping out of the shower a moved to the full
length mirror, my mouth dropped open and my stomach churned over as I
looked at the sight before me. My hair had been cut to a short rough and
chunky appearance and looked as if I had just got out of bed, it was also
not its natural brown colour but bleach blond, bordering on white, just
like Steve's and his two friends had been. The two large stirrup shaped
nipple rings with bells attached and my pierced cock with its large Prince
Albert ring and bell attached, all glinted back in the light and as I moved
rang out clear and loud. I turned round in trepidation at what I was going
to find on my back, and could not believe it. Across my back from shoulder
to shoulder in large scrolled capitals "SLAVE BOY" with in the small of my
back a decorative design of my birth sign VIRGO under which in capitals
"NICK". There also seemed to be a small dotted line below this, which I
took to be just decorative. Then on my left ass cheek was a black cat, a
PUSSY, and on my right thigh a large red heart with the letter R in it,
surrounded by handcuffs and barbed wire and capital letters underneath "SEX
SLAVE".

     I slipped my Levi's back on, boots and grabbed a T-shirt from the
draws in the bedroom, before I went to get a coffee. Well it was done now
and I had willingly done it for my Master Rob, signing all the forms and
making the payment, though I still had four instalments left to pay John
back for all his work he had done that morning. At the same time as I drank
my coffee I opened the parcel up that had been left on the door step. There
was a letter from Master Rob with Instructions on for Pussy Slave Boy
Nick. It also contained an enema kit, bottle of bright pink nail polish and
lipstick to match, and a pair of handcuffs (no key).

     The instructions where simple and straight forward, Master Rob wanted
me to ensure my pussy hole was as clean inside as outside and I had to
ensure this was so by giving myself at least two enemas and three rinses,
using the enclosed kit. I was also told to renew the nail polish on my
finger and toe nails and apply the lipstick, which I then had to take with
me to the party tonight, as he was sure that I was going to need it,
keeping my lips glossy and slick, for all the work my mouth was going to
have to do. Excited at the prospect of the work my mouth was going to have
to do I got on with the job of cleaning my pussy hole out with the enema
kit. What with the thought of the night ahead, the pressure and pain of the
enema I was really getting quite hot and horny, I felt I needed to release
the pressure building in my balls, but remembering Johns instructions and
Master Robs earlier instructions I just had to let it build up and leave my
cock well alone. It was also a very tricky job having to apply the bright
pink nail polish, having as a grown man, never ever worn nail polish
before. It was also quite humiliating and embarrassing having to apply such
polish now and to think I was going to go out wearing this nail polish,
that everyone around could see I was wearing and even worse still the same
bright pink coloured lipstick. The things Pussy Slave Boys do for their
masters.

     The final part of Master Robs instructions was a change to the pick up
time which was now 17.30 hours not 19.00 hours. It was still outside the
same address but I had to carry the handcuffs with me, then once I had got
to the address I simply had to handcuff my hands firmly behind my back and
wait to get picked up. It was simply signed Master Rob in large red scroll
and a PS. "PUSSY SLAVE BOYS DO NOT BUTTON UP THEIR JACKETS AT ANYTIME
UNLESS TOLD TO DO SO BY THEIR MASTER" I now had to finish getting ready as
quickly as I could because of the time being brought forward.

     I arrived at the pick up point just on 17.30 hours, it was a warm
Saturday evening, in a reasonably quiet area of town, with most of the
properties being small trade factories and suppliers, only opening during
the week not at weekends. On the way here I had again kept my head and eyes
down but had seen a few strange glances from people I passed. I suppose it
was understandable really, here I was a grown man, short bleach blond
scruffy cut hair, bright pink lipstick on my lips, worn frayed and
threadbare Levi's jacket and jeans that I looked as if pored into they
where so skin tight, the jacket open fully showing a bare clean shaven
hairless chest, with the occasional glint from a large stirrup shaped
nipple ring and hanging bell, jeans tented at the crotch indicating the
massive bonner I was throwing, black leather winkle picker boots with two
inch cuban heels and bright pink fingernail polish. If I had to sum it up I
would have to say I looked the complete fagot I had become.

     I stepped back into the doorway of the address I had been given and
whilst keeping a sharp eye out, up and down the road, I handcuffed my hands
behind my back as instructed. I felt very foolish and once the cuffs had
clicked closed felt very vaunerable. I just hopped Master Rob would get
here soon, and that nobody would come along and see me in this state. I was
getting very nervous as I stood in the shop doorway, which was only
slightly recessed, and could make out the clock on the wall inside the
shop, through the glass in the door, each minute seemed like an hour and it
was now 18.00 hours. The humiliating thought passed through my mind, What
if Master Rob didn't come, how the hell was I going to walk home again
dressed like this with my hands now cuffed behind my back. In the half hour
I had been waiting I also realised where I was, as up and down the road at
intervals, where a number of very tartishly dressed women and nearer to me
standing around where some lads, dressed similar to myself. This was the
towns red light area by the look of things and a number of cars kept
touring up and down the road, stopping occasionally picking up the women
and men working the street. If I get caught here I'm dead meat I thought,
please hurry up Master Rob, I promise I'll do anything for you, only please
get here.

     I was brought back to reality by a large Mercedes car pulling up at
the curb in front of me, but I couldn't see in for the heavy tinted
windows, I thought it must be Master Rob, I didn't know what car he had,
but if this car was his he must have some money. I moved to the car as the
front window slid down and a voice I hadn't heard before said "Master Rob
told me I'd find you here" My stomach returned from my mouth only to come
back up within seconds.

Lad in Car : "How much for you to give me a blow job then ?"

Nick : "Twenty Pounds" a blurted out meekly not sure of what to say or
charge.

Lad in Car : "Get in then, we'll go somewhere a bit quieter"

Nick : "Could you open the door please Sir, my hands are cuffed behind my
back"

     The lad in the car just laughed and asked why my hands where cuffed,
and had it been an earlier customer of mine. I must have gone completely
red in the face, as here I now was being taken for a common street
prostitute, turning tricks for money. At the same time Master Rob had sent
him and set me up so I had better play along so as not to displease my
Master Rob. I also remember Master Rob telling me if asked anything I must
answer truthfully any questions put, so I explained, I was only following
my Masters instructions and had cuffed my own hands behind my back. This
made him laugh even more as he leaned across and opened the door. As I
climbed in my slave bells rang out loudly from both my nipples and cock.

Lad in Car : "What the hell was that ringing ?"

I then had to humiliate myself further by explaining about my slave nipple
bells and cock bell piercing I had had done to myself for my Master
Rob. The lad in the car just laughed even harder, sending my face even
redder than before.

     He drove us in the car into a multi storey car park in town, normally
used by shoppers and at this time fairly quite, and parked up on the ground
floor at one end of the level. I then had to get to work as the common male
pussy slut prostitute I had just become. It was difficult with my hands
cuffed behind my back but using my teeth I managed to get his trousers
undone and smelt the musky sweat from his crotch filling my nasal passages
and feeling his black bushy pubic hair brushing against my cheeks. I kissed
and licked his cock as it gained in stature becoming erect before my
eyes. Then taking his well endowed pole in my mouth I sucked, licked the
length of his shaft. Then moving my lips slowly back and forth over his
full length I brought him to climax. He had warned me that I better not get
any of his spunk on his cloths, so when he erupted in my mouth I hungrily
swallowed as fast as I could. He was pleased and satisfied that I had not
spilt a drop on his suit trousers, but some had run out the side of my
mouth and was dribbled down my chin. He had cum in such a rush and with
such an amount I felt I had been very lucky catching it all. He adjusted
his dress, got a twenty pound note from his wallet and stuck it in the top
pocket of the Levi's jacket. Then leaned across opened the door and told me
that Master Rob was waiting for me on the fifth level of the car park, the
stairs up where at the far end and Master Rob would be furthest away from
the stairs. I looked slightly apprehensive at this latest instructions, at
the same time pleased to have serviced this lad so well even if it was as a
prostitute. The lad just told me once again to get out and be quick about
it, Master Rob was not going to wait all night and if I didn't get up there
soon he would leave me to get home by myself. I didn't need any further
encouragement, after all I hoped Master Rob would have the keys to these
handcuffs I had put myself into. I ran down the level for the stairwell and
started up the stairs for level 5, what a sight I must have looked like,
and I was only pleased there weren't many cars and people about, especially
with my chin covered in cum.

     I had managed to get to the half landing between the third and forth
level without any problems. I was sweating and breathing slightly heavily
and stopped to get my breath for a few seconds, eager to get to my Master
Rob before he decided not to wait any longer. I noticed a clock on the wall
on the level four landing above me and it was nearly 19.00 hours. Just then
the doors from level four burst open and four teenage lads bounded through
into the stairwell. They were laughing and joking amongst themselves as
they started to descend the stairs. What the hell would they think when
they saw me I was wondering, in two minds now to descend to level three and
wait in the car park or just press on as Master Rob might not wait for
me. It was too late, they had seen me, as I heard one say, "What the fuck,
look lads it looks like one of those fagot bitches" They where now on the
half landing and I made to push past them and continue up the stairs,
ignoring their remarks.

Leader : "Not so fast there fagot. Get him lads"

Two of them grabbed my arms and with my hands cuffed behind my back I was
not going anywhere. The third gave me a quick jab in the stomach with his
fist and I doubled over slightly as the wind was knocked out of me. All I
could think about was getting away from these lads and up to level 5 and
Master Rob. I also realised that I could be in some trouble here and with
my hands cuffed felt very vaunerable and I had already been picked up once
tonight.


To be continued ........