Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 10:33:34 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK Pt 4.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

Pt 4 - SHAMED IN A STAIRWELL BETWEEN LEVELS.


     Surrounded, on the half landing between levels three and four of the
car park stairwell, by these four young teenagers, and with my hands cuffed
behind my back, I decided the best option open to me was to humour them as
best I could. In fact thinking really hard about it, it really was the only
option available. As I stood there I then heard the lad behind me say to
the leader of this gang, which I gather was named Brian, that they had to
be getting going soon if they where going to catch the movie they had come
to see in town. This was music to my ears, as I also knew that Master Rob
was waiting for me on level five to take me to his party night, but also
knew he would not wait forever and would be displeased if he had to wait
long for me. I had to get to him as I certainly didn't want to have to walk
home with my hands cuffed behind my back.

     Brian stood in front of me, telling me what a disgusting piece of shit
I was, and how the gang loathed such low life's as myself.

Brian : "Your just a cock sucking fagot bitch aren't you ?"

Nick : "Yes Sir, I'm just a cock sucking fagot bitch Sir." I said meekly
back.

Brian : "Louder. Say it so we can all hear you. Bitch."

Nick : "YES SIR, I'M JUST A COCK SUCKING FAGOT BITCH SIR"

Brian : "Who put the cuffs on you, your last customer was it cock sucker ?"

Nick : "NO SIR, I CUFFED MYSELF SIR TO PLEASE MY MASTER ROB SIR."

Brian : "You mean your willing to walk around town with your hands cuffed
behind your
                 Back, just to please your Master Rob, You sick Pussy Boy."

Nick : "YES SIR, THIS PUSSY BOY IS WILLING TO WALK AROUND TOWN
                 WITH MY HANDS CUFFED BEHIND MY BACK IF IT PLEASES MY
                  MASTER ROB, SIR."

Brian : "Look at you, you lump of shit, and anyway why have you got bells
on your tits?"

Nick : "YES SIR I AM A LUMP OF SHIT SIR. AND A SLAVE BOY, THE BELLS
                  ON MY NIPPLES AND COCK ARE MY SLAVE RINGS AND BELLS WHICH
                  I HAD DONE TO PLEASE MY MASTER ROB SIR."

     One of the lads in the gang commented on smelling some dog shit, in
between their laughter at my responses to Brians questions. Brian said it
was probably the lump of shit he had in front of him, meaning me of
cause. It was then he noticed he had some dog shit on his boots, which he
must have just recently stood in. He took one quick look at me and just
smiled before ordering me to get down on my knees. I dropped to my knees,
and stayed there looking up at him. I was then told to lick the dog shit
off his boot, and to make sure I cleaned the boot fully. This was degrading
kneeling before these young teenage boys, and being ordered to lick shit
from their boots. Brian raised his foot and I lent forward and started to
lick the dog shit from his boot, the smell and taste was foul, and I turned
my head away to spit some shit out of my mouth.

Brian : "No you don't you shit eater, get it eaten, and let me hear you
thanking me."

I swallow some of the dog shit in my mouth, nearly gagging on the foul
smelling stuff, but am pleased that I did not embarrass my self any further
by being sick.

Nick : "THANK YOU SIR FOR LETTING ME EAT THE DOG SHIT FROM YOUR
                BOOT SIR, I REALLY ENJOY EATING SHIT SIR."

I go back to licking his boot clean, and although with some difficulty
finish eating all the shit I have licked from Brians boot. Whilst all
around me the lads keep saying how gross I was and laughing their heads off
at my degradation.

     One of the lads has seen whilst I was bending forward the pussy tattoo
on my ass cheek, through the threadbare jeans and tells Brian about
it. Brian decides they should all have a closer look at this find and
swiftly his hands have undone my jeans and they are slipped down to just
above my knees. I am told to stand up again, which I do with slight
difficulty, due to the jeans around my knees.

Brian : "Look at that lads. The shit eater here has no hair around his cock
and balls, its
                As bald as a little baby boy. Why no hair shit head?"

Nick : "I REMOVE ALL MY BODY HAIR DAILY BY SHAVING MYSELF SIR, I
               LIKE TO SHAVE MYSELF SIR, I AM NOT MAN ENOUGH TO HAVE
               BODY HAIR SIR."

Brian : "And that bell on your cock. Give it a ring shit eater."

I swing my hips and give a small jump in the air and the cock bell rings
out loud and echoing, in the stairwell, joining together with the ringing
from my nipple bells. The laughter rises again from the gang of lads around
me.

     I am told to turn around and face the corner, so that they can all see
my PUSSY, I realise then that I no longer have an ass or ass hole, it is
now my PUSSY and PUSSY hole, marked up as such for all to see. Brian sees
the tattoo in the small of my back.

Brian : "So your a Virgin Virgo, Nick, that your name shit eater ?"

Nick : "YES SIR I AM MASTER ROBS SLAVE BOY NICK AND MY PUSSY IS A
                 VIRGIN SIR"

Brian makes sure that every thing I say, I have to say loud enough for
anybody in the stairwell, from the seventh level to the bottom level, can
hear me. If I say it and he thinks I have said it to quietly I have to
repeat it twice and twice as loud, in order to cause me maximum humiliation
and degradation standing here in the stairwell between levels, with my
hands cuffed behind my back, cum stained chin, mouth coated with dog shit I
had eaten from the sole of his boot, and now with my Levi's pulled down to
around and just above my knees, and my cock and balls encased in their cock
ring, rampant and rigid like a flagpole with its bell end ringing out with
every movement I make.

Brian : "What's the numbers below your name then Nick ?"

Nick : "IT'S JUST DECORATIVE SIR"

Brian : "I don't think so shit eater, what are the numbers ?" (reads out
numbers)

It dawns on me as he reads the numbers out, but because they are small I
had been unable to make them out in the mirror.

Nick : "SORRY SIR THAT NUMBER IS MY MOBILE PHONE NUMBER SIR"

     Brian tells the other lads that must be so that this shit eating
Pussy's customers can phone me up to rebook my Pussy hole, which at present
appears to be on hold with a plug up it. More howls of laughter from the
gang. My heart suddenly dives when Brian tells one of the lads to make a
note of my phone number, In case they decide they want to have some further
fun with me in the future.

      Well come on lads we better get of to the movie if we want to catch
it as they now had my number they could always call me later. One of the
lads ask Brian if there where any toilets nearby as he needed to have a
pee. Brian and a couple of the others also decided they to needed to have
pee's but at this time the public toilets would be locked. Then Brian
looked and smirked at me, and pointing to my Levi's around my knees said
"That looks like a shit eating urinal we can piss in that"

Nick : "YES SIR, I WOULD BE PLEASED IF YOU AND YOUR GANG WOULD
                LIKE TO USE MY JEANS AS A URINAL AND PISS IN THEM, PLEASE
                FEEL FREE YOUNG SIRS."

     They do feel perfectly free, as three of them gather round to my
front, me standing with my back in the corner they piss into the bowl of my
Levi's as they hang around my knees. Once finished they allow me out of the
corner and I stand there their hot young piss dripping from my soaked
Levi's. It had all been quite a turn on for me and I felt hot and horny
about everything that had happened in the stairwell. Brian the leader
called the lads together and they moved off down the stairs, after Brian
had slapped my Pussy cheeks on both sides hard with his hand. I was now
left with two burning red hand prints on each pussy cheek, cock rampant and
pulsing wildly for release, which despite the erection I had just would not
come. The lads had not even bothered to pull my jeans up, and they still
piss soaked and dripping hung around above my knees. I suddenly pulled back
and realised that Master Rob was waiting, the clock on the stairwell wall
still read 19.00 hours, stopped, great I thought as I tried to climb the
stairs to the fifth level and my meeting with Master Rob. At the same time
I was trying to get hold of my jeans with my cuffed hands, but just could
not get them pulled up.

     I got to the fifth level and came out of the stairwell, thank goodness
there was no one around. If anyone had caught me like this I would be
arrested for indecent exposure and what ever else. At the far end of the
level I could see Master Rob, standing by a Motorcycle, large sleek and
black in colour, and Master Rob dressed in Black Leather Jacket, Jeans and
Boots. I just thought how hot he looked and I felt the excitement rising in
my stomach. Then as I waddled towards him, dressed as I was, or undressed
in fact, I realised I was a complete mess, leaving a dripping trail of piss
from my soaked Levi's. I was hot and horny after being humiliated and
degraded, in the stairwell between levels, by Brians teenage gang, but
shamed now at presenting myself to Master Rob in this condition and state.

Master Rob : "You look as if you need some pleasure but your also late and
for that and
                           Other indiscretions you have made I will have to
punish you"

Nick : "YES MASTER ROB I WOULD LIKE SOME PLEASURE AND AWAIT
                   YOUR PUNISHMENT WHICH I SO RIGHTLY DESERVE, MASTER ROB."

To be continued.....