Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 13:21:53 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take It Or Leave It - Ch 4

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
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continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
you proceed at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be
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Take It or Leave It

Chapter 4

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I slept well that night, and woke up feeling surprisingly good. The `kennel'
was not cramped at all, and the pile of rags made a passable bed. I was
stirring enough to be alert when I heard a whistle from within the house.
Responding to his signal, I crawled from my kennel and stretched quickly
before hurrying around to the front of the cottage and up the steps, waiting
on hands and knees at the door and looking in.

"Morning, doggy boy," he called, cheerfully. I smiled at his demeanour,
wondering what the day had in store. He was still stretching himself, and I
happily stared at the hairy, beefy mass of him, muscled and strong, his cock
hanging long and thick, the remnants of a sleep horn still on him.

"Time for an early morning wake up swim!" he declared, heading down the
steps and toward the river. I followed closely behind, drinking in the view
of his firm round butt clenching and rolling as he walked. By the time we
reached the creek, my own cock was taking on a life of it's own, growing
thicker and harder without prompting. He pretended not to notice as he undid
my harness and removed the collar and cuffs from me. When it came time to
approach my cockring, he chuckled to himself, "Randy fucking dogs. Can't get
enough!" as he unsnapped the leather band, leaving me completely naked.

He strode purposefully into the cool water and I followed him in, relishing
in the clean feeling as it washed over my body. The lightening sky was
overcast this morning, low clouds threatening rain, which would be a welcome
relief from the heat of the last few days. He laughed as he splashed water
over himself, and me, smiling at the grey day. "I think this is going to be
a good day, boy. I see some real fun for us today." My cock jumped at the
words, my mind wondering what `real fun' he had planned, but knowing it
would involve him using my body for his pleasure again, and in doing so
sending me into raptures of erotic delight.

I didn't have to wait long to find out. After our bathing, he climbed back
to the house quickly and I matched his pace, staying a respectful distance
behind. As he breakfasted on juice, I lapped at my water bowl in full sight
of him, knowing it pleased him to see me on all fours, face sunk into the
liquid like this.

As soon as he had eaten, he checked that I had dried off, and replaced my
`clothes' -- the harness, cockring, wrist and ankle cuffs, leaving me attired
the same as the previous evening. I swore his cock began to thicken as he
looked at me, now properly `dressed'. He went into the house, and a few
minutes later reappeared in the fantastic, shining leather chaps and cap he
had worn before. A metal cockring now encircled the base of his meat, behind
his heavy swinging balls, and the shine of it matched the shine of his
Prince Albert as he stood above me, at ease in his world.

He looked down at me, and muttered to himself, "Pity I don't have chaps to
fit the dog. It would look fucken good in them, but none here that'll be of
any use. Damn it!" he shrugged resignedly, and sat to roll and smoke a
cigarette while I patiently waited at his feet, daring to snuggle against
the gleaming leather encasing his calf and breathe in the aroma of the
tanned hide, making my cock swell yet again.

After finishing his smoke, he stood again, and commanded me "Heel!" I obeyed
by sticking closely to his feet and followed him around the side of the
house, until he stopped at a trapdoor arrangement near the rear corner of
the building. Lifting the door up and back, he started down into some steps.
This was obviously a cellar, constructed under the house. I wondered at the
need for such a place, then realised it would always be cool underground,
even in the fiercest heat of summer. As I descended behind him, I smelt the
earthy mustiness of the ground, and surprisingly, the inviting aroma of
oiled and polished leather. In the darkness of the cellar, he found and lit
a kerosene lamp, placing it on a shelf as its faint warm light illuminated
the room.

My jaw opened at the sight before me. I had expected a small dank pit, maybe
some storage shelves. Instead, the cellar was almost half the size of the
house built above it, the walls, floor and ceiling timbered and braced,
painted matte black. And what a room it was! Around the walls were shelves
holding numerous sex toys -- dildoes and butt plugs, anal balls and nipple
clamps, paddles whips and hand cuffs. To one side was a bench similar to the
one he had strung me across and fucked me over the previous night, but this
was higher, and had stirrups where knees would be placed so that whoever was
restrained on the instrument would be totally at the mercy of his master.
Chains hung from rings in the ceiling to more rings set in the floor.
Slightly to the back of the room hung a large black leather sling, gleaming
and polished, suspended by silver chains from the roof. Behind it again was
a man-sized `X' made of timber and covered in padded leather, with metal
rings for arms and legs to be chained to and restrained.

I looked over the contents of the room, my cock throbbing and hard as steel,
then back to him. Forgetting my place for a moment, I turned questioning
eyes to him. He seemed to forget our deal as well, as he surveyed the room
with me. Almost sadly, he looked at what was actually a very well equipped
and erotic dungeon.

His voice was quiet and low as he spoke. "I bought this land and built this
place for myself and my slaveboy. We had decided to get away from the hassle
of the city, and live out our fantasies where no-one would disturb us. But
the total isolation was too much for him. He tried, but couldn't live here.
Disappeared one day without a word. I went looking for him, found out he
made it back to the city, but never found him again, so I came back and made
my own life. It's been a fucking long time since this place was used, took
me ages to clean it up properly yesterday."

Suddenly he seemed to realise that he had opened up to me, and became silent
again. My heart ached at the story he had told. He had treated me like a
dog, but I had agreed to let him do it, and he had treated me well. And his
fantasy had excited me, given me pleasure as I had never known. I dropped to
my knees beside him, rubbed my head against the leathered muscle of his
calf, and whined. As he looked down, I smiled at him, and licked his leg,
soaking the chaps in saliva as I gazed up at him. He broke into a huge grin,
reached down, and scratched me behind the ear. "Good dog! Damn good dog!" he
said, and I swore his eyes were moist for a moment.

Taking control of himself again, he chuckled. "Time this place got used the
way it was intended," he hissed. Moving into the dungeon, he became the
master, the owner of all he surveyed, including me. His cock had noticeably
swelled as he strode about the room, taking implements from the shelves and
placing them strategically, for easy reach later on. My own dick had never
lost its hardness from the initial sight of the dungeon of delights, and I
watched him fascinated and curious as to where he would place me, and what
he would do. It was as if this place infused sexuality and generated
arousal. His cock quickly grew to full length and jutted proudly from his
groin, and his eyes narrowed with lusty anticipation as he returned to his
obedient dog slave, patiently waiting for his orders.

He ordered me to stand, taking hold of my leash and dragging me to the back
of the room, where the cross stood, about three metres from the rear wall.
He backed me up to it, and clipped my wrist and ankle cuffs into metal rings
set in the side of the four arms of the `X' shaped equipment, leaving me to
mimic the form so that my arms and legs were spread wide. I could feel the
cool leather against the skin of my limbs and the joining piece at the small
of my back. Then he pulled wide straps of leather which were already fixed
to the cross around my upper arms and my thighs, and another even wider band
around my waist, pulling each of them as tight as he could make them. I
wondered at the need for these extra restraints, since with my wrists and
ankles already chained, I could hardly move away from where I was placed.

Kneeling in front of me, he chuckled at my throbbing erection, and quickly
snapped a leather ball parachute around the top of my sack. Small weights
hung from it, and as he let it fall from his hand the contraption pulled
down on my testicles, swinging slightly. The pain it caused was a slow, dull
ache which reached deep inside me, but an ache of painful pleasure as the
motion against my protesting nuts sent tingles of erotic agony through me
and heightened my senses, making everything I felt seem so much more
intense. He stood before me and took his massive cock in one hand, waving it
from side to side in front of me, droplets of his precum flying from him
onto my skin. He chuckled as he did, a menacing laugh as his manhood raged,
throbbing and angry, eager to take and use my body for its pleasure.

The next surprise he had for me was a pair of nipple clamps. Small metal
teeth, encased in rubber, were closed over each of my tits as he fastened a
tiny screw, forcing them to close tightly on my erect nubs. As my sensitive
nerve filled nips screamed out in protest, I gasped and puffed for breath,
grimacing and torn. When he was satisfied they were tight enough, he stepped
back and waited. Slowly the pain eased, or my chest became numb, I didn't
know which, but the agony dulled to merely an ache, uncomfortable but
bearable. As my face unscrewed and I opened my eyes again, he looked at me,
smiling. Without warning, he reached again to my chest and flicked each of
the clamps hard with his fingers. The jolts of sensation were like electric
shocks that pierced my chest, but they were lightning bolts of pure ecstasy,
my torso shuddering with delight and my cock bouncing and twitching with the
intensity of the pleasure generated.

Grinning and fondling his own nipples, his cock rampant in the dim smoky
light, he stepped to one side, and reached behind me. I heard a click, and
gasped as I felt myself falling back. He laughed out loud and I realised the
cross was actually suspended on a pivot. I found myself lying face up,
staring at the ceiling, the weights attached to my balls dragging them back
between my spread-eagled legs and sending more aching shivers of ecstatic
pain through my groin. As I fell back, my body was supported by my arms and
legs fixed to the arms of the X, but my head hung free, and fell backwards.
He moved behind me, and adjusted the cross so that my face was exactly level
with his groin.

Stepping forward, he shoved his huge prong between my lips. I licked quickly
at him, generating saliva as fast as I could, as the Prince Albert tickled
my tongue and began its invasion of my throat. Slurping at his meaty weapon,
I sucked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, making him sigh softly. In this
position, with my head backwards and down, my throat was open and extended
as far as it would go, and he pressed in, forcing me to take the entire
length of his giant rod. I tried not to gag, fought the urge to regurgitate
as I was forced to deep throat that throbbing swollen manmeat. He fucked my
face easily, forcefully as he shoved himself into my gullet, his huge hairy
nuts crashing into my nose and swinging back again. As he did, again he
flicked and pulled at the clamps attached to my nipples sending waves of
pleasure/pain racing through me.

Pulling himself from me, he stepped back again, and gave the contraption
another push. I went into an upright position again, then forward. This
thing could rotate through 360 degrees, and suddenly I was hanging, face
down, a metre and a half above the floor, held in place by the supports
around my waist, arms and legs. As I swung around, the weights hanging from
the parachute around my nuts bounced and pulled, so that with every movement
more waves of aching intensity were driven into my testicles and radiated
through my pelvis. He kept pushing the cross forward so that my head went
down, and I was suspended upside down, my head almost at the level of his
groin, my legs pointing to the ceiling, my cock and balls dragging down
toward my abdomen, but at shoulder level for him. I felt his finger,
slippery with lube, enter my arse hole, probing in and twisting, exploring
my sphincter. But it was only a brief insertion before he removed his digit,
and the cool solidity of rubber pressed at my rosebud.

A set of anal balls dangled from his hand. Five large black rubber spheres,
connected by latex enclosed string with a loop at the end. Smearing
lubricant over the balls, he nudged and eased the first one into me. As my
sphincter closed around it my gut swallowed it up, drawing the string in as
well so that the next ball was quickly drawn against my hole. A second and
third solid round form were pushed into me as I felt my rectum fill, the toy
jiggling within me and riding against my prostate, making me tingle with
delighted pleasure. Massaging the outside of my abdomen with his palm, he
pressed again, and a fourth and finally the last orb of black latex was
lodged within my bowel. The short piece of string still hanging from my
closed hole was looped, and to that loop he attached a clip and a metal
weight, leaving it to hang from my arse and pull at the jiggling balls
filling me.

Stepping back from me, he pushed again, and I swung backwards, facing the
floor, then upright, then falling onto my back again, all the way around as
he sent me through a full circle. By the natural action of gravity, the
weights dangling between my legs had swung around, and now dragged across my
butt, pulling my nuts with them, and stretching my cock so that as I
returned to the upside down position, blood running back to my head again,
my cock was pointing almost directly upwards. I felt a touch at the base of
my root, which twitched and leaked at the attention. A tightening sensation.
He was winding a long piece of leather cord around my shaft.

Starting at the cockring already restraining me, he wound the string of hide
around and around, tightly, as he enveloped my cock in leather. Upward he
worked as the cord rolled on, round and round and round, until the full
length of my rigid prick was encased in the twisted leather cord from its
base to the lip of my glans. Tying a knot in the cord to keep it firmly in
place, he then hung another small weight from the end of the cord, smiled at
his handiwork, and swung me back again so I was upright.

I was suspended now from the leather covered cross, weights dangling from my
arse, cock and balls, my tits throbbing with pleasurable pain, and the
slightest movement sent jolts of intense sensitivity throughout my body. He
stepped back from me and looked hard, enjoying the sight of my adorned and
leathered frame.

"Looking good, pussy boy'" he declared, and the tingling sensations wracking
my body were joined by the contentment of pleasing my Master. Turning to one
of the shelves around the dungeon, he picked up another object and came back
to stand before me. In his hand was a black leather paddle, two arms joined
near the handle, set with tiny rounded metal studs. Without a word, an evil
look in his eyes, he stepped up to me and landed the paddle squarely on my
gut. The sting from the slap was sharp but only slight, but the crack of
sound it made as it hit me, and the two leather pieces connected, rent the
air and shot into my ears. I gasped with surprise, and shuddered as the jolt
of pain and pleasure raced through me setting off a chain reaction of
intense sensation from every part of my body. Another slap with the paddle,
this time on my thighs, and I ached and bit my tongue at the desire to
scream out.

"Let it go, shithead," he hissed into my ear, his free hand pulling at my
head as his mouth was pressed against my cheek. "In here you're a slave, not
a dog, and I want to hear you scream!" His voice was guttural, commanding,
and it released my tongue. Finding the voice I had not used for two days, I
whispered at first, hoarse and throaty, gradually finding volume.

"Fuck yes, Sir," I answered, "use your shitty little toy, Master." As more
blows rained down on my body from the paddle, falling across my legs and
gut, my arms and chest, I began to scream out in earnest.

"Thank you, Sir, slap your dog-boy and make it do what you want, Sir. Use it
and fuck it, Sir. It's nothing but a toy for you to play with Sir." As the
paddle connected with my skin, the metal studs stinging and biting at me, my
body twisted and wracked with intense pain and even more intense pleasure,
my brain went into shutdown, surrendering to the indescribable pleasure of
the erotic torture he delivered. I yelled and hissed, screamed and begged
for more as he attacked me, my voice ringing in the darkened dungeon, and
sending him into a frenzy with every shouted obscenity. He wielded the
paddle firmly, but carefully, making sure he did no real damage, as I
trembled and shook with passionate abandon.

As his burning need grew, and I shook and shouted at him, he gripped his
raging purpled cock in one hand as he continued to rain down slaps upon me
with the other, jacking at the massive meat between his legs and flailing at
the giant throbbing weapon jutting from the leathered towers of his strong
legs. Reaching the edge, he joined me in screaming out, throwing the paddle
aside as his eyes glazed and his hand flogged at himself. With a bellowed
"Ffffuuuuuuuuccckk!!!!", he erupted, large globs of searing white hot cum
spewing from his cock, arcing high into the space between us and spattering
onto my reddened, twitching body. For minutes he heaved and spasmed, load
after load of his essence shooting from his enraged manhood to drench my
body.

Finally he subsided, his cock still throbbing and hard, pointing at me. He
grinned with the release, and used the paddle as a utensil, smearing his
ejaculate all over my skin. I shook with urgent need, desperation in my
face.

"Please, Sir, let me cum, Sir, I'm going to explode." He looked at me with a
laugh, and slapped at the clamps on my nipples again. My head lolled back at
the new round of shocks and I moaned, loud and long. He unsnapped the
parachute from my nuts, and quickly unwound the leather cord from my dick.
The incredible, instantaneous relief that flooded my nuts, the painful rush
of blood back into my sack, made me shudder and sob. Taking my aching prick
in one hand, he pulled at the dangling weight still attached to the anal
balls gripped in my gut. The renewed massage on my prostate was all the
stimulation I needed as I let out a throaty "uunnnhhhhh" and drenched his
hand with my jizz. I would have slumped down in exhaustion if I had not been
held in place by the restraints on my arms and legs.

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

We spent the entire day in the dungeon. He had remarkable recuperative
powers, and never seemed to lose his erection after he blew a load. Within a
matter of minutes from emptying a bucketload of cum, he would be dripping
and horny yet again. And I seemed to keep up with him. Maybe it was the
room, maybe it was him, but he was a raging lusty animal, insatiable, and I
was his equally needy, randy slave, his toy. He used me that day, for hours
and hours, in every position imaginable, on every exotic, erotic piece of
equipment. He ensured my body was teased, tortured and treated to the
pleasures of every item in his arsenal of exquisite toys. He took me down
from the giant `X', re-attaching the parachute to my balls and weighing them
again with aching pleasure.

He paraded me around the dungeon with the weights dangling from my nuts and
my arse, and strapped me to the saw horse bench, reefing the anal balls from
my body and plunging his gigantic cock into my guts to replace them, fucking
me hard and rough. He yanked himself from me with a squelching wet sound and
plugged me with a large black rubber butt plug as he whipped my back with a
leather whip, and I screamed out for more, lost to the twitching, trembling
delights of passionate pain.

He chained me to rings in the floor and the ceiling, forced me to stand on
my toes as he re-wound the leather cord around my aching cock and hung yet
another weight from it, and snapped at my nuts and my dick with a black
leathered cat-o-nine. He made me count the blows he landed on me, begging
for more as I ached with the intensified sensitivity of every nerve. He
swung a chain from the clamps attached to my nipples, pulling and twisting
at them as I bellowed out my pleas for his attack to continue, then released
my screaming tits, the pain intense as the blood returned to the sensitive
nerve ends. He tied me down, spread-eagled on the floor as he ravaged my
hole with a large rubber dildo, flexing and bending the toy inside me to
drive my body into a frenzy, then stood above me and masturbated while I
urged him on with whispered obscenities and begging invitations to use and
abuse me, until his essence showered over me, splattering onto my skin and
spraying over the leather straps of my harness.

He threw me back onto the sling and plumbed my opened ravaged arse with his
raging cock, fucking deep into my body and roaring with delight as I
screamed for more, his ringed prick scraping in and out as the PA rubbed and
dug at me, stimulating my prostate into bucking orgasm. As he attacked and
invaded me, penetrated me with his toys and himself, raw animal lust and
urgent masculine sexuality the dominant force in the dungeon, I accepted his
assaults, welcomed his attention, and begged for more. I didn't plead for
him to continue just to keep him happy. I truly needed him, ached and
groaned with my own animal longings to be stimulated and satisfied by his
rampaging beast of powerful sex. My mind succumbed to the overwhelming power
of lust which permeated my being, and I surrendered totally to his every
whim, becoming no more than a living breathing toy, whose only purpose was
to give him pleasure, and in doing so I found the most incredible heights of
blissful arousal and peaking passionate sensuality.

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

Eventually, the ardour of our day and the exertions of his sex took its
toll. Late in the evening, he finally came to a rest, sitting heavily on one
of the benches, his leather chaps squealing against the covering of the
table as he relaxed. I was swinging in the sling, my legs upended in the
stirrups and my arse leaking from the latest deposit of his manjuice humped
into me a few minutes earlier. My body was limp with sated desire, exhausted
from the hours of abuse he had lavished upon me. The smell of rain was in
the air, the downpour having started hours earlier as we ignored it in our
passionate coupling. He sat up, and lifted my feet from their restraints,
assisting me to stand on wobbly legs. "Come on, fucker," he said, making his
way to the door of the dungeon and up the steep steps to the open air.

The grey leaden sky was almost blinding as I stepped out of the dim
basement. The rain was pelting down, the air fresh and clean after the sex
of the cellar. Turning his face upwards, he let the water shower onto him,
and sighed, then laughed and set off at an easy run across the fields. I
breathed in the sweet smell of the rain, my spirit soared, and I followed my
owner, loping along, skipping and jumping across the grass, revelling in the
pouring skies and experiencing an incredible freedom, harnessed cuffed and
ringed as I was, my cock swinging free and my ravaged body gaining renewed
strength from the elements. Laughing with genuine pleasure, he waited for me
to catch him up, groping and squeezing at my butt with his big strong hands,
and suddenly he reached beneath my legs and back, scooping me up into his
arms before throwing me limply over his shoulder. He let out a bellowing
yell of animal joy, and wandered along the path, the storm drenching us both
as he carried me like I was a sack of flour.

When we neared the creek, he dropped me to the ground again, taking my face
in his hands and looking deep into my eyes. Then, stunning me completely, he
planted a kiss on my lips, as I tasted his manliness. It was only a quick
connection, before he lowered me to lie beneath him, but I was overcome, my
heart pounding and my head a confusing morass of emotions. As I lay there
beneath him, his legs astride me, I looked up at his flaccid cock hovering
above me, and whimpered.

"Good dog!" he said, softly, almost tenderly. His hand fell to his dick,
holding the shaft gingerly, and a shower of warm urine began, pouring down
over my face and chest. I watched it begin, and smiled with delight as the
first drops hit my skin. The contrast of the cold rain with the heated piss
sent tingles across my skin, as I writhed below him, delighting in the
shower of his golden stream. Looking into his eyes, making sure he saw that
I was watching him, I opened my mouth and followed the flood wherever he
directed, drinking of him, swallowing the salty liquid and grinning up at
him.

He finished his relief, and started to shake his cock, but I sat up quickly,
and clamped my mouth over him, licking and sucking to finish his toilet,
playing my tongue over his cockhead and teasing his PA as I did. Finally
letting go, I lay back again. He took my arm, and together we dived into the
creek, a final cleansing before he climbed out and I followed. Quickly then,
he removed his own wonderful leathers, and unsnapped and released mine,
carrying them back to the house to dry and oil them before they suffered
permanent damage from the water. I followed him as far as the steps, and
settled myself on the verandah, sitting compliantly near his feet and
resting as he worked.

To be continued ...


Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!