Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:31:35 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Master Rob and Slave Boy Nick Pt 6.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

PART 6 - TOTALLY SHOCKED SLAVE IN ITCHY PUNISHMENT PARTY SHOW.


     After a while of riding around town we arrived outside what looked
like a disused factory on the outside of town, the sign over the door read
'GAY LORDS' in bright Pink and Blue neon lighting. I was feeling
embarrassed but at the same time proud, to have been exhibited so publicly
by my Master Rob on our Motor bike ride through the town. Which I assumed
my Master had intended having taken the long way all around town to get
here. There could certainly be no doubt as to what I was, sat as a pillion
passenger on the back of the motor bike, dressed as I was. The bright pink
crash helmet, bare back and chest, ladies white satin short style panties
showing through the crotch less tight pink leather chaps and red sued ankle
boots with at least a 4 inch heel and a red leather spiked and ringed slave
collar locked around my neck and a pair of handcuffs fastened as a bracelet
round my right wrist. The cold air having caused my nipples to peak like
little hills with the pierced stirrup rings in each and a slave bell
hanging from both. Even despite the cold my cock remained rock hard and the
Prince Albert ring with a slave bell attached stuck out from the top of the
panties. If there was still any doubt the bright red reflective lettering
on the pink crash helmet and the tattoo across my shoulder blades could not
leave any doubt, 'NICK - FUCK BOY BITCH - SLAVE BOY'.

     Master Rob had stopped right outside the front doors of the club, and
told me to get off, followed by him. He took off his black crash helmet and
placed it in the pannier. He looked terrific in his black leathers and
boots, dark ruffled hair, confident dark piercing eyes and designer stubble
chin, so strong virile and young in his early twenties. I just stood there,
tottering slightly as I had never worn 4 inch heels before and was having a
little difficulty, which meant I was seriously having to concentrate on
just standing up right. The concentration being made more difficult by the
pressure of Master Robs cocktail of his spunk and piss he had filled by
pussy with, before reinserting my shinny metal but plug. I then noticed the
large chain in Master Rob's hand, no not a chain a Dog Lead, which he
quickly attached to the front D Ring on my red leather slave collar, locked
tight around my neck with a heavy silver padlock.

     He turned to enter the club and just said to me "Come" and with a
quick tug on the lead, led me into the club. Standing in the high heels had
been difficult enough, but walking in them was definitely an art. So
slightly stumbling I was led in to 'GAY LORDS' club for Master Rob's
party. Being dressed as I was and still wearing my crash helmet and being
led by my Master on a chain lead for the first time in public I felt
humiliated but at the same time proud, what a mixture of emotions I was
feeling, but I knew I was wanting to do this and was willing to do anything
for my Master Rob.

     Inside the club was clean and well appointed, carpeted throughout,
large armchairs and settees, with large glass and timber tables dotted
around. It was very spacious and had a number of large rooms, with upstairs
a large club room which was stepped slightly down to the far end and a full
size stage. I was led on the lead to the stage by Master Rob and on
arriving so Steve or should I say Young Sir, standing waiting. Master Rob
handed the lead over to Steve and told me to go with Steve and his two
friends, they where going to prepare me for the first act of the show I was
now informed I would be putting on. Steve removed my pink crash helmet,
which by now I was pleased about as it was very hot inside that helmet,
increased even more than normal because of the excited and also humiliated
feeling I had welling up inside me. I was also in some discomfort now with
Master Rob's cocktail deep inside my filled pussy.

     It was also embarrassing to think he I was stood dressed as I was for
everyone in the room to see and look at Steve stood before me in my Levi's
and Fleece I had willingly given to him in that public urinal in town. The
young Sir, stood before me clean and smart and myself Slave Boy Nick,
dressed like the Slut Pussy Boy, Fuck Boy Bitch I was. The walk around the
club however had got me more used to the high heeled boots I was wearing,
my calf's and feet however where beginning to ache, but as I thought about
it a Slave Boys Life is not one of pleasure for the slave but of service
for ones Master, and deep down I was loving it.

     Young Sir, Steve, led me up onto the stage and across to the centre,
where there was a large raised rectangular podium. I was ordered to strip
stark naked and hang my cloths on hooks on the back wall of the stage
standing the boots on the floor beneath them. So I was going to be shown
here on the stage naked and hairless to all of Master Rob's friends, shown
for the submissive baby boy I had become to a young man half my
age. Stripped of what clothing I had I walked back from hanging my cloths
up to Steve standing by the podium in the middle of the stage, my cock rock
hard and ridged, the useless piece of meat it was, it was now painful and
uncomfortable having such a constant bonner and despite everything what had
happened and all the orgasms I had felt it had not fired once, fucking
useless, may as well not have one.

     I was ordered by Steve to mount the podium, and get down on my hands
and knees, once down I felt the cold metal and the sound of the locks
clicking too. I was now shackled to the top of the podium on all fours, by
my hands and ankles to the four corners of the rectangular podium. The
Stage lights adjusted so I was in two bright white spot lights and the area
around just illuminated in a dark red light. So I was now the centre of
attraction and Steve stood in front of me could not fully be seen in the
dark red light. Steve has a radio mike in his hand and announces that the
first act of tonight's show will begin.

Steve : "Are you ready to begin PUSSY BOY ?"

Nick : "Yes Young Sir, what ever you want Sir"

Steve : "Louder PUSSY BOY everyone wants to hear"

Nick : "YES YOUNG SIR, PUSSY BOY IS READY YOUNG SIR"

Steve : "Sorry everyone I forgot one thing"

     Steve then moves round behind me and I feel his fingers at my Pussy
crack, I suddenly remember the butt plug and behind which my masters
cocktail has been fermenting. Ohh No I think to myself, please Steve not
that not here. Its to late he steps sharply back from my pussy pulling the
plug out from my hole. I quickly try to tighten my pussy hole muscles, as
tight as I can, but to no avail, all you can hear is a loud Whoosh followed
by a louder splash as Master Rob's Cocktail shoots out of my pussy and
lands two foot behind me on the stage, the flow dying slowly and creeping
towards my feet, finally empty I feel the remains running down my crotch,
balls and legs to my knees, where it pools around the top of the
podium. There is raucous laughter and wild shouts from the entire audience,
at this my total humiliation, and my unhappy feeling that I no longer have
Master Rob's seed inside me.

Steve : "So SLAVE BOY NICK do you like to suck cocks and eat cum?"

Nick : "YES YOUNG SIR, I LOVE TO SUCK COCK AND EAT CUM SIR"

Steve : "Do you also like to have your PUSSY FUCKED ? Though I think
everyone knows the answer to that one ( As Steve looks to the mess on the
stage ).

Nick : "YES YOUNG SIR, I NEED MY PUSSY FUCKED, I AM A FUCK BOY BITCH SIR,
YOU CAN FUCK MY PUSSY WITH ANYTHING ANYTIME, PROVIDING MY MASTER ROB AGREES
YOUNG SIR."

Master Rob : "Its my party night tonight and my SLAVE BOY NICK's PUSSY IS
FREE FOR USE BY ANY OF MY GUESTS"


     The open invitation made the first act starts, John is first up and I
open my mouth to receive his large cock, which I gratefully kiss, lick and
suck on till he cums, eating it all down but for a few drops that leak from
the corner of my mouth and down my chin. Then John is followed by Steve but
he decides he will take advantage of Master Rob's free Invitation to my
PUSSY. He rubs my pussy crack and circles my ring, teasing my pussy, which
is now screaming for his entry.

Nick : "PLEASE YOUNG SIR, MY PUSSY IS SCREAMING OUT FOR YOU, PLEASE I BEG
YOU FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR YOUNG COCK, FUCK ME HARD AND FAST I NEED YOU,
PLEASE SIR"

     I feel his erect cock enter slowly pushing in and ramming itself
against my prostate, and the sweat and warm of this young mans balls
slapping my pussy cheeks. Slowly he thrusts in and out of my pussy in
rhythm to the music which is now playing. The audience is cheering and
clapping as he keeps up the rhythm and fucks my pussy.

Nick : " THAT'S WONDERFUL YOUNG SIR, THANK YOU SIR, PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER
FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM, Ohhhhh, YES, YES, Ahhhh MORE MORE, HARDER,
HARDER, Ohhh Yessssssss"

     My ball sacks are boiling, stomach tight knotted, and my whole insides
tremble as I climax and orgasm. With my cock bell throbbing and my slave
bell end ringing loudly I fire, NOTHING, just a small amount of pre cum
leaks from my cock. Once again I think what a useless lump of meat my cock
has become, I am also humiliated to think that in front of all these people
it is obvious that I have climaxed and NOTHING, such a proud erect bonner
and yet NOTHING, so pathetic, what a PUSSY BOY I MUST BE. Then I feel the
hot jets of spunk shoot up my pussy filling my pussy with Steve's boy
juices, and I give out a low guttural scream of shear ecstasy to the
rousing applause of the audience.

     The next two up are Steve's two friends, which take me from both ends
together, shackled to the podium in the middle of the stage with two young
men. One fucking me in the mouth the other up my pussy. This must be
heaven, and I want them both, need their juices inside my stomach and
pussy. I am so hot and horny and climax myself again, but once again
NOTHING comes from my cock. Well I might not be able to give anything but I
can sure receive and after a short time and to two loud shouts from the two
young men now using my pussy and mouth to service themselves they both cum
together.

Nick : "THANK YOU SIRS, BOTH OF YOU, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED USING ME"

     The next hour went by fairly quickly for me, sucking more cock from
the audience and getting my pussy filled with more cum than I imagined it
could ever hold. My pussy had got so loose though I now had problems
holding all the cum in and it started running out and down my thighs. Steve
noticing this as MC came across to me and inserted my shinny metal butt
plug into my Pussy.

Steve : "Well Masters, Mistresses, Guests, and favoured slaves, that
concludes the first act for tonight's show. Slave Boy Nick will now take an
hours break before he will be back with you for the second and Final Act
for tonight. I had really enjoyed myself even though I felt tired and a bit
battered and bruised. The shackles where released and I got down of the
podium legs slightly wobbly from the exertions of the first act and the
number of climactic orgasms I had had, but still NOTHING had allowed my
swollen and boiling ball sacks to release their treasure. Steve told me to
towel myself down and just to put the red sued high heel boots back on and
to go to my Masters table.

     I left the stage throbbing cock, naked except for the boots with my
stomach and pussy full of young men's cum. I found that by swinging my hips
more and taking shorter strides I could walk better in the 4 inch high
heeled boots, back to my Master Rob's table. As I arrived I noticed to
Masters left was an empty babies high chair, which I thought rather odd,
but presented myself back before Master Rob.

Master Rob : "VERY GOOD FIRST ACT MY PUSSY BOY, YOU BETTER DO AS WELL IN
THE SECOND, NOW SIT DOWN IN YOUR CHAIR, AND DRINK YOUR DRINKS PEOPLE HAVE
BROUGHT FOR YOU."

     The chair indicated as mine you guest it, was the babies high chair,
with a tray top over the front which lifted up allowing me to just get my
pussy wedged into the seat before it was lowered back down and locked into
place. My feet where dangling clear of the ground and I sat high up above
all the seated people around. I must look like a right little baby boy sat
here like this. Master Rob gave me my lipstick and told me to re apply it
as it was all smeared off. Then I was given six pint glasses full of
different coloured liquids, thirsty and tired I was glad of the sit down
and a drink, so started drinking. I don't know and didn't care what was in
the glasses but after 4 of them I felt slightly the worse for wear and
realised I needed to go to the toilet quite bad. I also realised that the
tray was locked down and holding me in my babies high chair so I would have
to ask to go to the toilet. I asked Master Rob if I could go to the toilet
but was firmly rebuked and told not to speak until told to do so and get my
drinks finished as I had only 15 minutes left before I would have to start
the second act. Sat in the high chair I wriggled and squirmed as best I
could in the confined space, and drank the last of my drinks which only
heightened my need for the toilet. Eventually I could hold out no longer
and peed all over a huge jet shot up and hit me in the face and chest and
ran down my whole body over my red boots and onto the floor. I was so
ashamed of what I had just done, but I just could not stop. Master Rob
called Steve over and told him to get me the naughty little baby boy out of
his sight and cleaned up. He also told Steve to prepare me ready for act
two.

     Steve takes me into the stage dressing room and I have to get a
shower, give myself an enema to clean my pussy out, get my boots back on
and be back in front of the stage in 20 minutes. I finish as quickly as I
can and get the boots back on but I am in a state of panic when I cannot
find my butt plug. The time is up and I have to race to the front of the
stage, where I find Steve standing waiting for me. I notice a smirk on his
face and he just tells me to turn round and bend over, as I do so I feel
him ram home in my pussy my shiny metal butt plug, which he must have had
in a freezer because it was cold and I mean really cold.

Steve : "Next time pussy boy dress correctly"

Nick : "SORRY YOUNG SIR, I WILL DRESS CORRECTLY NEXT TIME, THANK YOU FOR
HELPING ME SIR"

      Steve explains to the audience what is going to happen next, which at
the same time is also telling me my instructions. The second act is going
to be my six punishments, to be carried out publicly. The first five are
easy he says, Slave Boy Nick will now dance round the room dressed as he is
to the next five records. His punishment will be to stop at every table and
not only dance but with his own hands slap his own balls as if they are tom
tom drums, to the rhythm of the music and must not stop unless the music
stops. If any one is not happy with the volume of the drums they must tell
him to play louder. This is going to be painful especially as my balls are
nice and ballooned in the cock ring I am wearing and the boiling they have
received earlier from my orgasms. The music starts, yes it's 'Dancing
Queen' by Abba. I start round the room dancing up to the first table
slapping my own balls like they are a tom tom drum. It is really painful
and I try to ease off on the slapping in rhythm with the music. I arrive at
the first table and straight away told to play louder. This is totally
humiliating, degrading and very painful but I carry on willingly doing it
to please my Master Rob. I move slowly round the room and stop for a short
period at each table, the pain in my balls and in my groin is intense and
tears are streaked down my face while I try a grimace of a smile. Every now
and then I am re told to increase the volume, as I try and get a
respite. The room is filled with each record in turn as I dance and wriggle
my body round the room, my slave bells ringing out and the slap, slap of my
tom tom drum balls hang in the air. I arrive at the final table which is
Master Rob's hardly now able to move for the pain in my groin and balls red
and burning. I finish to the record "Relax don't do it.." Really slapping
away at my balls, after all this is my Masters Table.

Nick : "THANK YOU MASTER ROB FOR PUNISHING ME YOUR WORTHLESS SLAVE IN SUCH
A PERFECT MANNER I AWAIT YOUR FINAL PUNISHMENT FOR TONIGHT MASTER ROB."

     The five punishments complete I stand before Master Rob at the
present, with my hands behind my head. The butt plug is removed from my
pussy by my master and I feel his fingers inserted up my pussy and rubbed
about inside me. Then they are out and I see he has a rubber glove on and
dipping his hand in an unmarked jar of green coloured cream. Next my pussy
crack and ring are smeared with the cream, followed by my crotch, balls and
erect cock. A further handful of cream is obtained and rubbed into my arm
pits and inside the thighs of both my legs finally with a small amount on
the glove his hand is pushed into and around my mouth. Master Rob explains
this will be my final punishment for tonight, the cream should help and is
a cold cream mixed with some plant extract. My hands are then handcuffed
together behind my head and clipped to my slave collar. Master Rob then
tells me what the plant extract is, it's specially made for him by a friend
in America. The plant extract used is 'POISON IVY'. I ask him in utter
disbelief, but doesn't that cause a rash and severe irritation to the skin
master. He just smiles back and nods his head, just at which point I feel
my pussy hole start to itch which quickly intensifies to a volcanic type
itch of such intensity I can hardly stand. Master Rob then points to Steve
on the stage and I look to see Steve placing what look like toilet brushes
in different bits of apparatus on the stage. The final brush placed in a
hole in the centre of the stage. By now my pussy, pussy crack, crotch,
balls cock, thighs, armpits and mouth are all in a state of volcanic
proportions, ITCHING LIKE WILD FIRE.

     I run, squirming and screaming demented for the stage and those round
headed hard bristled toilet brushes. As I get onto the stage I see all the
brushes around the stage are covered in shit, vomit and spunk, but at the
present moment I could not care less. I kneel over the brush in the centre
of the stage and push down to get the brush inside my pussy hole. Once
impaled I bob up and down feeling relief from the intense itching inside
me. As relief dawns the itching in my crotch pussy crack and balls take
over and I get of the brush I have just humped with my pussy and move to
another brush which has a hollow ring made of hard bristles and really go
to town on humping this brush over my cock and balls. There are brushes at
higher angles that allow me to get at my arm pits and some lower so I can
get at my thighs together with another for my pussy crack and groin. I move
spastically from brush to brush as each area in turn burns with the intense
ITCHING. As I move around the brushes are removed by Steve and fully dipped
into fresh buckets of shit, vomit and spunk, before they are replaced for
my use.

Nick : "YOUNG SIR HOW MUCH LONGER WILL THIS ITCHING KEEP GOING FOR?"

Steve : "It normally last about 3 to 4 hours at the full intensity, then it
drops drastically to just mild itchiness for about 24 - 48 hours"

     After nearly 4 hours of this humping every shit covered brush going
including the one set on a mike stand at the front of the stage, which I
used on my mouth, the itching eased greatly and only needed gentle
rubbing. I dropped on my knees to the stage exhausted humiliated, degraded
and well and truly ITCHY PUNISHED. The audience thought it had been great
and I stayed slumped on my knees panting and sweating covered under my
arms, in my mouth, pussy, groin, cock and balls and inside thighs in shit
vomit and spunk. I had orgasmic many times whilst humping the brushes in an
attempt to get relief and through out had not once fired any spunk of my
own, just small amounts of leaked pre cum had seeped out of my piss slit. I
was led into the changing room, showered cleaned up and booted, butt
plugged and led back to my baby boy high chair and fastened back into it.

      I then got the shock of my life there across the table was the man I
had given a blow job to in the car park, his name was Chris. The shock
however was the fact that sat next to him was my wife, smiling and
laughing. Master Rob escorted my wife away to the bar whilst Chris told me
what was now going to happen. Chris was a solicitor and had all the legal
papers ready. I didn't even both to read them all, shocked and humiliated
by this sudden turn I accepted every thing Chris told me.

     I now had no home, money, car, or marriage within a few months we
would be divorced, all the necessary papers Chris now had. The only thing I
did have was my party cloths hanging up on the stage and a pair of piss
soaked Levi's jeans and jacket and winkle picker boots in the panniers of
Master Rob's motor bike. I even had to hand my house keys over to Chris
there and then, which Steve had got from my Levi's. I was also required to
go back to work on Tuesday and take the letter of resignation I had now
signed in the sealed envelop, work till lunch time and see my boss and
leave at that time. The night class I myself attended at the local college
I would also attend on Tuesday night and hand in my letter of termination
of the course. I was now totally Master Rob's Slave Boy Nick, and he would
look after me from now on. Master Rob then returned with my wife who just
laughed at see me in this situation, naked except for collar and boots
trapped in a babies high chair with all the markings of the Pussy Fuck Boy
Bitch slave markings. She asked Chris if they could now go home and they
both started for the exit hand in hand. Turning back to me she just told me
that it had been a good idea of hers to get me in contact with Master Rob
after all, Every thing had worked out fine for her, "YOU PATHETIC PUSSY
BOY, SEE YOU AROUND MAYBE Then she was gone.

     I had 6 more pints now on my baby tray to drink up, I had lost
everything, but deep down even though shocked, humiliated, degraded and
broke, I now had my new life with Master Rob just starting and I felt
elated at the prospects ahead. I finished my drinks, as I was really
thirsty, got dressed back into my party cloths and was led out from "GAY
LORD's" on my lead by Master Rob. He told me he had a flat in town I could
use till things sorted themselves out and as I sat pillion behind my Master
Rob I smiled and thought about the evening I had just enjoyed as my Masters
Slave Boy. The only thing now was I wish this mild itching would hurry up
and stop as I rubbed my useless balls and cock with my hand and my pussy up
and down the seat. Riding off into the night to find my new all be it
temporary home.


To Be Continued....