Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 00:51:37 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject SOUTHERN CROSS STATION Chapter 3

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SOUTHERN CROSS STATION
CHAPTER 3
LATER DAY 2
By Bastian Ward

Sir came downstairs and found Eric in `kneeling rest'.  He walked past
Eric, ignoring him completely.  At the sound of Sir on the stairs, Eric's
heart leapt, but he was disappointed when Sir just ignored him kneeling at
the base of the stairs.

When Sir was almost at the stairs that led down to the dungeon, he uttered
a one-word command, `Come'.  Eric jumped to his feet and followed along
behind Sir.  Eric found Sir standing in the centre of the open space just
inside the door.  "Kneeling display," was the only thing he said to Eric,
as he walked through the door.  Instantly Eric dropped to his knees with
his hands locked behind his neck and his eyes downcast.  He watched Sir's
boots as they disappeared from his line of sight while Sir made his
selection from off the wall.  Sir walked behind Eric and told him to put
his hands behind his back.  As soon as he did, Eric felt Sir put a pair of
handcuffs on his wrists and locking them closed.  At the sound of the
audible click, Eric sighed.

Sir grabbed hold of the loose end of the chain locked onto the collar
around Eric's neck.  He walked to the other end of the bench, in the room,
and pulled on the end of the chain.  When Eric had his pelvis hard against
his end of the bench, and his torso lying on top of the bench.  Sir
continued to pull on the chain until it was tight and when Sir was happy
that Eric couldn't move on the bench, he locked his end of the chain to an
eyelet at his end of the bench.  Now, Eric was held firmly in place.  Sir
made short work of securing Eric's ankles to the legs of the bench.  When
Sir was happy with his handiwork, he went and selected a blindfold from off
the rack and secured it around Eric's head.  Now, not only couldn't Eric
move, but now he couldn't see either, and now his cock, balls, and arse
were now totally exposed so that Sir could do anything he wanted to them
and Eric had no way of protecting them.  But Eric was far from being
displeased with the situation.  In fact, his cock was standing at full
mast.  Well, that is his cock was standing at full mast until Sir kicked
him in the groin as hard as he could.  Eric screamed.  "What did I tell you
about that, boy?" he asked Eric.

Eric tried to get his breathing under control enough to answer him, but
when Eric was finally able to open his mouth to reply.  Sir stuffed his
mouth with a penis gag and secured it behind Eric's head as well.  Now Eric
was totally secured to the end of the bench, blindfolded and gagged, bent
over the bench with his arse and genitals totally exposed.  While his cock
and balls throbbed from the kick Sir had just given them, Eric prayed that
his cock'd have the good sense to stay down this time.

Eric felt Sir grab his nuts and pull them as far away from Eric's body as
his ball bag would allow.  Eric felt Sir wrap something around his nut
sack.  Eric then felt Sir pull on whatever was wrapped around his nut sack,
pulling his nuts back towards his perineum and continued up his arse crack,
which put more pressure on the butt plug that was still in situ.  Sir
continued to pull on it until he could tie it off on Eric's collar.

Now Eric's groin was giving him a world of pain, and Eric was loving it.
So much so that Eric was now moaning softly into the gag in his mouth.
Eric wasn't concentrating on what Sir was doing until he felt the rattan
cane make contact with his abused arse.  If Eric hadn't been secured so
tightly to the bench, he would have jumped.  As it was, after the third or
fourth switch from the cane, Eric's mind started to release endorphins, and
Eric slowly began to ride the high that was building inside his head.

Eric didn't care how many Strokes he'd received from the cane, all he cared
about was the buzz he was experiencing in his head.  He had no idea that
his glutes and thighs had started to spasm involuntarily.  He didn't even
know when Sir had switched from the cane to a paddle; he was only vaguely
aware that Sir was now paddling his poor abused cock and balls.  Sir
stopped paddling Eric's cock and balls.  He pulled the cord to one side and
in one fell swoop pulled the butt plug out of Eric's arse.  Only to replace
it with his own cock as he finally fucked Eric for the first time.  Eric
had the presence of mind enough to clamp down on Sir's cock, mind you, Eric
had never had such a big cock up his arse before.  Even though he'd had the
biggest butt plug he'd ever shoved up his arse before, it was still a bit
of a struggle accommodating Sir's mammoth member.  Eric felt Sir's cock
buck in his arse as it spewed it's load of hot cum up his arse, and Sir
collapsed on to Eric's back, and he laid there until he was able to catch
his breath.

Sir eventually got off Eric.  He reinserted the butt plug and undid the
restraints that bound Eric's ankles to the legs of the table.  He walked
down to the other end of the bench and released the chain, but left the
cord tied to Eric's collar.  Eric didn't change his position on the table
but waited for Sir's next instruction.  Sir told Eric to stand up, which he
did and that relieved some of the pressure off his ball bag.  Sir told him
to stand in front of the cross that was attached to the wall.  Sir secured
him against the cross so that he was stretched spreadeagled on it.  Sir
added a length of rope between his ankles so that he had something to
attach the cord from his nuts too.  Having made sure Eric was secured
tightly to the St Andrews Cross he went back to the rack and selected a
whip.

Eric didn't know anything about it until he heard the crack and felt the
single tailed whip make contact with the skin on his back.  Sir kept up the
blows until he'd given Eric ten strokes, which kept Eric grunting around
the penis gag in his mouth.  Sir walked up and examined his handiwork, as a
testament to his skill with the whip, no two stripes were in the same spot.
Each red welt only crossed over each other on the far side of Eric's back.
He ran his hand down Eric's back.  He could feel the fine sheen of sweat
that had started to appear on Eric's back.  He continued to run his hand
over Eric's arse and felt the heat still radiating off his glutes.  Sir
reached down and pulled on Eric's nut, increasing the pain that was
radiating up from them, which caused Eric to moan all the harder into the
penis gag in his mouth.

Sir stood back from Eric and lashed his back some more with the whip until
the sweat was dripping down Eric's back, and running over his arse and down
his crack and continued down his legs and the cord to pool on the floor at
his feet.  Sir put the whip back and undid Eric's bonds and told him to
turn around, and Sir reattached Eric to the cross.  Sir found a bucket of
pegs and starting from halfway down his inner upper arms he ran a line of
pegs down both arms and continued down the sides of his chest.  Then
starting at the top of Eric's breast bone, Sir ran two lines of pegs down
the inside of his pectoral muscles and continued to outline them until the
line of pegs met up with the line of pegs already running down the side of
his chest.  Then starting at the base of Eric's breast bone, Sir outlined
Eric's abdomen and well defined eight pack and finished the line just
across the top of his pubic area.  Sir continued down Eric's body outlined
Eric's cock with pegs as well as down the outside of Eric's stretched ball
bag and continued down his inner thighs almost to Eric's knees.  Sir stood
back and admired his handiwork.  Realising he'd forgotten one important
thing, Sir reached down and pulled down on Eric's foreskin as hard as he
could and stretched it out and covered it with four pegs.

Sir left Eric attached to the cross and covered in pegs, while he went and
got himself a drink.  When he returned, he selected a riding crop from the
rack, then after taking a moment to admire his handiwork, he started to
flick the pegs lightly with the riding crop.  Ensuring he didn't start any
kind of a pattern to keep Eric from being able to predict where he was
going to strike the next peg.  He loved watching Eric squirming from the
pain.

Sir increased the pressure he was using to knock the pegs until he started
to knock them off, and by the time he got down to Eric's abdomen, Eric was
screaming into his gag.  But Sir totally ignored Eric and continued down
and started to flick the pegs on Eric's cock until they also went flying
off Eric's body.  When the final peg was flicked off Eric's foreskin his
cock had started to rise to attention, but because his nuts were still tied
to the chain between his feet.  Eric's cock could only point to the floor
just in front of him.  Sir ignored his erection, for now, as he was having
too much fun knocking all the pegs off.  So, he continued to knock the pegs
off Eric's inner thighs, then when he'd finally finished knocking all the
pegs off Eric's body.  Sir went back and rubbed all the red welts that were
left by the pegs, again randomly to keep Eric on edge, now Eric was
screaming continually into his gag.  Which only caused Sir to rub the welts
harder, until he tired of the game and left Eric tied to the cross, panting
trying to catch his breath.

Sir grabbed an old towel and dried the sweat off Eric's chest and genitals,
giving Eric the false hope that Sir might have been finished torturing him
for now, but of course, he was wrong.  The next thing Eric felt was small
burning pricks of pain as Sir dropped molten wax onto Eric's exposed chest.
Because Eric was standing upright, the drops of wax had time to run down
his chest a little bit before they cooled and hardened on his chest.  Sir
aimed carefully as he made is slow way down Eric's chest and abdomen.  By
the time, Sir had reached Eric's abdomen Eric was in a world of pain again,
somewhere in Eric's brain he worked out where Sir was heading for, and he
started to beg Sir not to drip any wax on his cock.  But Eric could only
mumble around the penis gag in his mouth, and of course, Sir just ignored
him completely, and Eric screamed when the first drops of molten wax fell
on his exposed erect cock.  Of course, it had the desired effect, and
Eric's cock started to shrivel, which didn't stop Sir from dropping the
molten wax on it.  When Eric's cock was totally covered in wax, it started
to drip down into his nuts and sack, which was still tied to the chain
between his ankles.  Sir pulled on the cord, pulling his nut forward so
that more wax fell on his exposed sack and balls.  When Eric's cock, sack
and balls were completely covered in wax, Sir stopped dripping wax on to
Eric.  Sir blew out the candle and leaving Eric tied to the cross he went
upstairs and made himself something to eat, leaving Eric zoned out with the
pain.

After Sir had finished his meal, he went back down into the dungeon to find
Eric slumped in his bonds, and he was pleased to see that Eric hadn't
knocked too much of the solidified wax off his body.  Very quietly Sir
retrieved the riding crop from off the rack.  He stood directly in front of
Eric, and hitting Eric as hard as he could with the riding crop; he knocked
all the solidified wax of Eric's chest and torso.  By the time, Sir got
down to Eric's pubic region, Eric was screaming at Sir to stop, which Sir
couldn't understand around the gag in his mouth but Sir continued down
until he was whipping all the wax from off his exposed cock, sack and
balls.  Consequently, by the time Sir had finished, Eric had almost
screamed himself hoarse, and he was hanging on the cross with his chest
heaving once again Eric was drenched in his own sweat.  Sir returned the
riding crop to the rack, and standing very close to Eric, Sir started to
stroke Eric's face and talking quietly to him until he'd calmed down enough
so that Sir could release him from the cross.

Eric slumped to the floor as soon as his bonds were released, and Sir left
him there while he put things away.  When Sir had finished, he untied
Eric's sack and removed the blindfold and penis gag.  He ordered Eric
upstairs to have his meal and to clean up the dining room and kitchen.
Eric found his bowl on the floor, and he got down on all fours and wolfed
down his meal that had been soaking in Sir's hot piss but was now stone
cold, but Eric didn't care, he ate it anyway.  When he'd finished, Eric
cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen.  Eric went back down to the
dungeon and cleaned up, when he'd finished he went back upstairs, and Sir
grabbed the end of the chain that was dragging on the floor.  He led Eric
outside and attached the chain to the clothesline, then leaving Eric tied
up for the night, Sir went back indoors and turned out the outside light.
Leaving Eric to make himself as comfortable as he could, and Eric fell off
to sleep almost immediately.

*************

Sunday dawned hot and clear, but that wasn't what woke Eric with such a
start.  Sir had just dumped a bucket of frigid water on him, and Eric lay
there gasping from the shock.  Sir unlocked the chain from around the
clothesline and gave Eric the old towel to dry himself off.  Sir reached
down and grabbing hold of Eric's cock he pointed it at the garden and told
Eric to piss, which he did.  When Eric had finished relieving himself, Sir
shook the drips off and held his hand up for Eric to lick clean.  When Eric
had finished, Sir told him to get his breakfast ready.  Eric ran inside and
quickly got Sir's breakfast on, and while he was waiting for it to cook, he
got his own Weet-bix out of the cupboard and put them in his bowl.  He
found the jar of Sir's morning piss and poured that over his Weet-bix and
left it on the floor to soak while he turned his attention back to Sir's
cooked breakfast.  He served Sir his breakfast and his coffee, and then he
went back to the kitchen and got down on all fours and ate his breakfast
out of his bowl.  When he'd finished, Eric washed his bowl in the laundry
and went back to the dining room to see if Sir had finished his breakfast.
As he hadn't, Sir just pointed at his crotch, and Eric crawled under the
table, he got Sirs' cock and balls out of his pants and sucked as much of
them into his mouth as he could, and there he stayed sitting on his arse
with Sir's genitals in his mouth.  When Sir had finally finished his
breakfast, he removed his cock and balls from Eric's mouth, dried them on
the napkin and stuffed them back into his pants and left Eric to clean up.
When Eric had finished cleaning up the dining room and kitchen, he gave
downstairs a quick dusting and swept the floors.  Having finished all of
that he went into kneeling display at the base of the stairs and waited for
Sir's next set of instructions.

Sir came back downstairs and again totally ignored Eric kneeling at the
base of the stairs until he was almost at the stairs to the dungeon.  Then
he uttered his one-word command, `come' as he continued down to the
dungeon, while Eric scrambled to his feet and ran after Sir.  Eric found
Sir waiting for him standing just in the entrance to the dungeon.  Sir
pulled the key out of his pocket and undid the padlock to Eric's collar and
chain.  The chain fell down until it was running down the crack of his
arse.  Sir told him to bend over and spread his arse cheeks.  When Eric
complied, and the chain fell to the floor, Sir pulled the butt plug out and
gave it to Eric to lick clean.  When Eric had finished cleaning the butt
plug, Sir told him to go to the toilet and have a shower, Eric scooted into
the toilet and leaving the toilet seat up he had a big shit.  When he'd
finished, Eric went into the bathroom and had a cold shower; there was a
hose attached to the shower head so that Eric could give himself an enema
at the same time.  When Eric was all clean, both inside and out, he got out
of the shower and picking the old towel up from off the floor, he dried
himself thoroughly and went to find Sir waiting for him in the dungeon.

When Eric had the `flat' installed under the house, he'd had the floor
lowered so that there was enough room to be able to suspend him from the
ceiling without being able to touch the floor.  Not that he told the
builders that, he just told the builders it was because he was so tall, he
didn't want to feel as though he had to keep ducking all the time.  So,
when Eric had finished his shower, he found Sir waiting bellow the rope and
pulley set up, that Eric had installed.  Sir attached the cuffs to Eric's
wrists and hoisted him towards the ceiling until his feet were off the
ground.  Sir tied off the rope and selected a whip with three tails and
proceeded to whip Eric while he hung suspended.  When Sir had finished with
Eric's back, arse, and the backs of his legs, he spun Eric around and
proceeded to whip his chest and upper thighs.  At some point, Eric gave in
and started to scream with each strip he received from the whip.  When Sir
tired of whipping Eric, and while he was still tied up like a side of meat,
Sir got the razor and covering Eric in shaving crème he proceeded to
give Eric a full body shave.  Paying particular attention to his arse and
cock and balls, and even though Sir hadn't broken Eric's skin with the
whip.  Eric's skin was still tender, and it hurt him being shaved straight
after getting whipped, which made him scream that much more.

When Sir was happy with the shave he'd given Eric, he let him down, and
while Eric was laying on the floor Sir undid the cuffs at Eric's wrists and
moved them down to his ankles.  This time when Eric was hoisted back up
towards the ceiling his legs were pulled apart, and Sir shaved his
perineum, and when he'd finished Sir got a dildo from off the wall and
forcing into Eric's arse, he started to fuck Eric with it.  Until Eric's
cock was rock hard, Sir picked up the bucket of cold water he had by him
and poured it over Eric.  Eric's cock shrivelled the moment the cold water
hit it, and it left Eric gasping as the cold water ran down his torso.  Sir
got a tube of sports liniment and started to massage it into Eric's exposed
cock and balls, and at first, Eric thought it was a good thing, that Sir
was finally giving him some enjoyment.  Until the liniment soaked into the
skin, and Eric started to scream as it felt as though his cock and balls
were on fire.  Between his screams, Eric begged Sir to stop rubbing the
liniment into his cock and balls.  Even after Sir had stopped rubbing in
the liniment, Eric's cock and balls burnt for a good five minutes, and by
the time the pain had subsided Eric's chest was heaving, and he was covered
in sweat again, and it ran up his nose and into his eyes.

Sir left Eric suspended upside down and went upstairs to get himself
something to eat, by the time he came back downstairs, Eric had air dried
and had started to doze.  Sir slapped Eric's arse hard to wake him up.  He
let Eric down and gave him his butt plug, collar, chain, and padlock, and
after Eric had inserted the butt plug and reattached the collar and chain
around his neck with the padlock.  Sir waited for Eric to clean up his mess
in the dungeon, and when he'd finished, he followed Sir upstairs where he
found his lunch that Sir had left for him in his bowl, and of course, Sir
had pissed all over it.  Eric ate his lunch and cleaned his bowl in the
laundry, and then cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, when he'd
finished he went to find Sir sitting in the lounge.

Sir informed Eric that he was having a house warming party, and he wanted
Eric to prepare something for his guests to eat, as well as getting
something for them to drink.  Also, Sir informed Eric that as the boy of
the house he would have to greet all of Sir's guests and make them feel
welcome.  `Finally,', Eric thought, `now he'd be able to get dressed.'
Mind you, he mused to himself, he was beginning to get used to being naked
in the house with only his collar, chain, and butt plug on.  He was certain
that Sir wouldn't want him to answer the door naked.  Eric had no idea just
how wrong he was going to be.

Sir sent Eric shopping late in the morning, and again he was only clad in
his work gear, his very crusty jockstrap, his running shorts with the
splits up the side, which did absolutely nothing to cover his jock, and
consequently his cock and balls in his jock.  He wore his skimpy t-shirt
and of course his butt plug remained in situ, and he wore his collar with
its full-size padlock.  As Sir said, it was to remind Eric that he was
Sir's slave.  Sir's property.  No one else was allowed to make use of him
without Sir's permission.

When Eric returned home with the shopping, his jock strap was very wet and
dripping from all the pre-cum he'd leaked while out in public.  What with
the butt plug pressing on Eric's prostrate something fierce, added to that
was Eric's embarrassment of shopping in his attire.  Mind you; it was the
exact same outfit he wore to work every day.  Eric's justification for
wearing this ensemble to work, was because he was a labourer, and he ran
around the worksite all day, and he got very hot.  Consequently, he got
very hot, particularly in the summer, to wear anything more, that plus the
fact that he liked all the looks he got.  But adding the huge butt plug and
collar complete with the brass padlock, made Eric very self-conscious.  And
being self-conscious gave Eric's cock more attention that it really needed;
consequently, it was semi-hard, and it was very noticeable in the jock
strap as it did tent the fabric quite a lot.  And, being semi-aroused meant
that his cock leaked pre-cum the entire time he was out, which is why his
jock strap was a wet, sodden mess again by the time Eric got home.  So much
so that it was dripping pre-cum.

Eric put the shopping by the door, and stripped out of Sir's clothes and
folded them neatly and placed them by the front door.  Only when that was
all done, did Eric ring the front door bell and he went into kneeling
display, facing the street of course.  That was how he waited for Sir to
come and let him inside, and although he'd been doing this all weekend, he
still wasn't comfortable with it at all.  So much so, that his cock had
almost reached full mast before Eric heard the door, but still he didn't
move.  He knew enough, after the last time, to wait for Sir's command to
enter.

`Come,' Sir barked at him.  Eric picked up his clothes and put them under
his arm so that he could pick up the bags of shopping.  When he put
pressure on the clothes, to keep them in place under his arm, he could feel
the pre-cum being squeezed out of his jockstrap and start to trickle down
his side.  Eric picked up the bags of shopping and went through the front
door, where he reversed the process.  He carefully put the bags of shopping
on the floor.  Then he took the clothes out from under his arm and placed
them on the floor beside the shopping.  Then, and only then did he gently
close the front door.  All the while ensuring he didn't cover himself up,
or hide behind the door so that anyone who wanted to could see him from the
street.

When Eric had quietly closed the front door, he picked up Sir's clothes and
put them back under his arm, so that more pre-cum could run down his side.
He gathered up all the bags of shopping and took them to the kitchen where
he found the key to the padlock, as well as the chain.  Eric put the
shopping on the bench and placed Sir's clothes on the floor.  Standing
upright Eric picked up the key and unlocked the padlock, then picking up
the chain he put one of the end links onto the shank of the padlock.  Eric
then cinched the padlock closed, so it was still attached to the collar.
So, once again the chain was hanging from the padlock and collar.  Eric
turned his collar around so that the chain was again hanging at his back.
He leant forward arching his back, and while he was in this position, he
spread his arse cheeks and trapped the chain in his arse crack.  Eric then
held his arse cheeks together while he stood upright.  This way, Eric found
that the chain didn't pull on his collar so much.

When Eric had got himself `dressed' he put Sir's clothes in the laundry for
himself for next time.  Which Eric suddenly realised would be tomorrow when
he was going to work.  `Oh well', Eric thought to himself, he couldn't
worry about that now, besides, he thought, if he throws a good party for
Sir tonight, he just might be able to wear clean clothes tomorrow.

Anyway, pushing those thoughts aside Eric went back to the kitchen to
prepare all the food he'd bought.  It took him a couple of hours, but he'd
finally had all the finger food prepared, and either on platters in the
fridge or on trays in the oven; with the oven on a low heat to warm the
food.

Sir walked into the kitchen just as Eric had finished cleaning up.  "Come,"
was all Sir said to Eric as he headed down to the dungeon.  "It's time to
make you presentable before my guests arrive."  With that, he unlocked the
padlock and removed Eric's collar and chain.  He told Eric to bend over,
and he pulled out the butt plug, and because Eric had worn his collar,
chain, and butt plug so consistently over the course of the weekend, he now
felt naked without them.

Sir picked up a set of stocks and rested it behind Eric's neck, and across
his shoulders.  Without being told too, Eric put his wrists in the grooves
cut out for them; and

Sir locked the stocks closed.  Sir picked up some other items and told Eric
to "come".  Eric followed Sir upstairs, which was now a little difficult
because he didn't want to get the stocks caught on the walls or the
doorframes.  Eric also found it a little difficult to walk full stop, but
he did as he was told, and followed Sir to the entrance hall.

Sir told Eric to sit on the chair that was there, and Sir proceeded to
encase his feet and legs in Eric's thigh high, 12" stiletto leather boots.
Which Sir laced up as tightly as he could.  Sir told Eric to open his
mouth, and he inserted the penis gag and cinched it closed behind his head.
Sir told Eric to stand up, which he did somewhat shakily.  Sir told Eric to
lean forward, and when he'd complied, he felt Sir insert something cold and
metallic into his arse.  When Eric's arse lips closed over the ball at the
tip, Eric realised that it was his anal hook as Sir pushed the hook all the
way in.  Sir then had Eric stand up straight; he threaded one end of the
cord that was attached to the ring at the end of the anal hook through the
eyelet in the back of the stock just behind Eric's neck.  He had Eric lean
back as far as he could and tied the two ends of the rope together, then
when Eric stood upright again, he found the hook attached to the stocks
forced him to stand ramrod straight.  Sir held up a silver tray with a
raised edge running all the way around it, and a handle running over the
top from side to side.  Attached to the handle in the middle was a short
length of chain with a very large clip on the end.  Eric thought he knew
what Sir was going to do with it and prayed he was wrong, but he wasn't.
Sir reached down and pulled Eric's foreskin as far down as he could, and
then he clipped the tray to Eric's foreskin.  So, now it hung between his
legs.  Sir attached a spreader bar to the backs of Eric's boots so that the
tray hung freely of the end of his cock.

When Sir was happy with his handiwork, he picked up the blindfold and put
it over Eric's eyes and cinched it closed behind his head.  Eric heard Sir
exclaim about the time and that he had to go upstairs to get changed before
he left he told Eric that he had to greet all of Sir's visitors.  While
Eric was trying to puzzle out just how he was going to do that, he heard
Sir unlock and open the front door wide, and clip it back against the wall
so it couldn't blow closed.  So, once again Eric was on full view to the
street almost completely naked; and when he'd finished, Eric heard Sir go
upstairs.  Eric was trying to work out how he was to greet Sir's guests,
and what the tray could be possibly used for; when he felt, someone, rub a
calloused hand down his back and over his arse.  Somewhat appreciatively.
The contact almost made Eric jump out of his skin.  "Fuck, Bruce wasn't
lying when he said he had a beautiful house boy.  Fuck, mate," he continued
as he continued to run his hand appreciatively over Eric's abdomen and down
to cup his balls.  "Man, you are one prize filly, boy, aren't you?"  Eric
could only try to grunt around the gag in his mouth, and with the guy
fondling his nuts, Eric could feel his cock trying to stiffen and lift the
tray.  Which again made Eric wonder why the tray was even hanging off his
cock for in the first place, when the first guest, after having finished
rubbing his hand all over Eric, took his set of car keys out of his pocket
and dropping them on the tray.  Thanking Eric for looking after them for
him.  When the weight of the keys hit the tray, Eric nearly jumped through
the roof with the sudden pain in his cock.  And he rightly assumed that all
of Sir's guest were going to leave their keys with Eric to `look after'.
Each guest touched Eric in some way or other, some rubbed their hands over
his body, while some of the others hefted his balls.  One guest even worked
his finger up Eric's arse beside the ass hook that was in situ, but
eventually, all the guests had arrived, and they all left their keys on the
tray hanging from Eric's foreskin.  It felt, to Eric as though his cock was
being stretched bellow his knees. He kind of hoped that Sir wouldn't leave
him like this all night, particularly as he was in full view of anyone who
passed on the street and could look in the open door.

Eric had no way of knowing that the guests had stayed for almost six hours
before the party finally broke up and the guests took their leave.  By now
Eric was getting very stiff and sore from having to stay in the one
position for so long.  All of them took the chance to once again grope
Eric's body in any way they saw fit, but Eric didn't care.  All he cared
about was the fact that they were all taking their keys from off the tray
that was hanging from his foreskin and pulling on his cock.  Eric heard Sir
close the front door, and Eric prayed fervently that Sir was going to
release him from his outfit.  That was until Sir undid the clip that was
holding the tray to Eric's foreskin, and the blood rushed back into his
foreskin.  Eric screamed into the penis gag in his mouth, and he kept
screaming as Sir massaged his foreskin for him.  By the time the sensations
had returned to normal in his foreskin, Eric was panting from the effort of
his screaming.  Sir untied the hook from the back of the stocks, and then
unlocked the stocks and placed them on the floor.  He undid the blindfold
and let that fall to the floor as well, while Eric blinked madly at the
amount of light that was now assaulting his eyes.  Sir undid the spreader
bar and told Eric to sit on the seat while he unlaced the boots and allowed
Eric to take them off, and while he was sitting down, Sir removed his penis
gag.  When Sir had finished releasing Eric from his bondage wear, he told
Eric he was going up to bed and that he expected Eric to clean up before he
went to bed.  Sir asked Eric what time he had to get up for work, and after
Eric had told him, Sir left him to clean up.

Eric stood up on very wobbly legs, he closed and locked the front door, and
he gathered up all the bondage gear and returned them to their rightful
places in the dungeon.  When Eric went back to the kitchen, he found his
collar, chain, padlock, and butt plug waiting for him on the bench.  Eric
inserted the butt plug, and placed the collar around his neck, catching the
last link of the chain in the shank of the padlock, he passed the shank
through the loops on the collar and cinched it closed.  He twisted the
collar around on his neck until the chain ran down his back, and again he
leant forward to give himself some slack in the chain.  While he was in
that position, he pulled his arse cheeks apart to allow the chain to fall
down his crack, and when it was in situ.  He held his arse cheeks closed,
effectively holding the chain in place, and stood up.  When he was happy
that he had his attire, all sorted, he set about cleaning up the dining
room and the kitchen.  Eric had noticed that Sir had left something for him
soaking in his bowl, so when he'd finished cleaning up, he got down on all
fours and ate his meal.  He washed his bowl in the laundry, then picking up
the other padlock, Eric let himself out the back door and went down and
locked the chain around the base of the clothesline with the other padlock
and drifted off to sleep very happily.



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Bastian