URBAN OUTLAWS 
by maskedmn (bandana boy) with assistance...

The scenario: A big city torn apart by rival gangs. The heaviest and 
most ruthless in its training the lavender brigade, providing support 
to lesbian & gay organisations.     The hero (?) Andy, knows little 
of the brigade's methods but their reputation is well-known. Anyway 
he is an SM addict and regularly attends the local uniform club where 
he is well- known. He notices this particular night a new member comes 
along who seems known to many of the regulars. The man is dressed 
in army camouflage greens, well-worn rather than looking like they 
spent all week in the wardrobe. 

The stranger approaches Andy and they start talking. They share some 
interests, bondage, mummification, arse and ball games, playing games. 
Andy leaves the club with the stranger and gets into his van. Driving 
along the road, Andy's head is suddenly covered by a sacking hood 
and a gag wrapped around it across his mouth. 

He fumbles at the seat belt and realises it is locked. The stranger 
puts a reassuring hand on his thigh and tells him that he need not 
worry. This is all part of the fun, if he relaxes and goes along with 
it. In fact, he says, it could be more exciting than he ever imagined. 

Finally the van stops and strong hands haul Andy out of the van and 
into a building. His hands are cuffed behind his back and attached 
to collar fastened around the hood.  

Once inside the building a strange-smelling cloth is placed over his 
nose and he passes out... 

Andy comes to. His head feels strange, his mouth even worse, and his 
arms and legs tired. He cannot move. He is standing, spreadeagled 
between two posts. He is naked, his head is covered only by a woollen 
balaclava. A wide collar seems to be keeping it in place. Some bandanas 
have been stuffed into his mouth reducing his protests to muffled 
cries.                                                        

He opens his eyes and peers through the balaclava's eye holes. Ahead 
is a stone wall and nothing else. Behind him a door opens and a man 
enters. It looks like the stranger from the previous night, but Andy 
cannot be sure as he too is hooded with a balaclava, though no gag 
or collar. 

Once he starts speaking Andy knows it is the same man. `I'm sorry 
for this, but you'd never have had the courage to come along here 
on your own. This is the HQ of the Lavender Brigade. We need some 
recruits and your SM tastes make you an ideal candidate for our training 
sessions. The hoods are to preserve anonymity so if the other 
gangs capture you you can't identify us.' Somehow Andy couldn't 
remember the stranger's face any more. 

Andy's muffled protests and struggles against the bonds eased further 
when the stranger grabbed hold of balls and gave them a firm squeeze 
and pull. He enjoyed it and his cock started to harden. 

`That's good,' observed the stranger. `We'll keep you 
excited and as a reward you'll get the best wankings off you've ever 
experienced. But there's heavy training to follow. We need to transport 
some vital medical supplies to the gay hospital and carrying them 
is too risky.   'Your first assignment is to learn how to carry 
flasks of vital drugs up your arse. There's ten of you training for 
this. You'll all remain hooded and gagged so you can't betray the 
others if caught." 

Andy's cock was rock hard as the stranger's fist kept a firm grip 
on his balls. `You'll have a name while you're here. All you trainees 
are no be better than dogs until you pass the final tests, so that's 
what you will be called. 

The stranger fingered the collar and read something off it. `Rover. 
Sorry it's not very original. Now to get you prepared.' 

The stranger produced a round rubber ball with a flat flange to one 
side with a ring in it. 

`Silence now,' the stranger warned `or I'll ram those 
balls of your up your arse.' 

Andy was too excited and dazed to protest and the bandanas were dragged 
out of his mouth, and wrapped one at a time around the ball. The stranger 
manoeuvered the padded gag into Andy's mouth and kept removing and 
padding it out until it was a very tight fit and Andy's jaws were 
stretched so wide he thought they would snap. 

`Lace him up' the stranger ordered to some unseen colleagues, 
and left the room. Two hooded men came around the front holding a 
series of long leather laces which they threaded through the ring 
in the gag. The laces were pulled tight around his head in various 
directions, around his nose and over the top of his head, around the 
back, and down to the collar. One by one they were tightened up until 
Andy could barely move a muscle of his face. Further laces were used 
to stretch his ball sack, and more used to strap his cock tight against 
his belly. 

He was left for a while, laced up tight. His cock hard from the stretching 
of his balls and the tight grip of the laces around his cock.   Some 
time later another man arrived with a plastic bag, a large tube and 
a bucket. Unable to move, he could not resist as the flared end of 
the tube was slid up his arse and a series of enemas flushed in and 
out until he felt like his stomach itself was about to be plumbed 
as well.

By now Andy was convinced he was part of some pre-arranged sexual 
scene the stranger had set up with some friends. The lavender brigade 
was held in high regard by those with an interest in the spectacular 
but Andy had never met anyone who'd actually come into contact with 
them. So like many, he doubted they were more than a fantasy of some 
uniform freaks. 

The next hour removed any doubts. His arms and legs were unbound and 
refastened. His arms behind his back pulled high towards the collar 
by a wooden rod. His legs shackled with a chain from them to his balls 
making walking upright painful. 

The stranger returned. 

`Your arse is now empty and we're going to teach you how to use 
it as a carrying place, but it needs stretching first so we don't 
hurt you when the large flasks are inserted into you by our machine. 

Andy's eyes widened at the word machine as mechanical sex really excited 
him. 

`Take him to the waiting room' the stranger barked and the 
two other men guided him along to another room. There sitting on a 
bench around the wall were nine other guys. All were balaclava hooded, 
gagged, heads laced cocks and balls laced tight and ankles shackled 
to their balls. 

Their wrists too seemed pinioned behind their backs. 

Andy was sat down on the bench near door and his collar fastened to 
a hook in the wall. His balls were also locked to a ring in the bench 
so he had to remain seated. Eyes peered out from the balaclava hoods 
and Andy was aware of being sized up by the other trainees. 

The two men went over to the trainee seated on the other side of the 
door and unlocked his balls and collar and lifted him off the bench. 
Andy's eyes widened and he emitted a muffled gasp when a huge butt 
plug popped out of the trainee's arse. The plug was bigger than Andy 
had ever seen, never mind tried to use. He trembled at the thought 
that he would have to sit on it and looked anxious as the guards moved 
towards him. They placed reassuring arms around him to help him relax. 
This was no time for his muscles to get tense. 

They left him and went to the trainee sitting next to the empty space. 
His collar and balls were unlocked and he was lifted off the bench. 
A smaller plug slide out of his arse. But it was still huge by Andy's 
standards. One by one the trainees were unlocked, lifted up and lowered 
onto the next, larger, plug in line. Andy looked around at his nearest 
neighbour and wondered just how the big the 'smallest' plug was that 
his neighbour was clearly sitting on. 

A few minutes later came his turn. He was unlocked, lifted up and 
bent over while one of the guards placed a surgical grease gun against 
his arse and lubricated it well. His first plug was quite manageable 
and it was clear to Andy after a short while that endurance in time 
was going to be as important as endurance in size. Andy spent six 
hours in the room until he too was sitting last in line, his arse 
tingling wildly, relaxed and stretched beyond his imagination. 

His passage around the room hadn't been without incident. At various 
times one of the trainees would try to protest or struggle when lowered 
onto a new plug. The guards fastened a bandana mask across the protesting 
trainee's face and dosed him with some liquid which seemed to pacify 
him. Andy too had found the stretching unbearable at one point and 
tried to break free.  His drug mask was left on for a while and his 
head went all swimmy, sapping his strength and relaxing him onto the 
flared plug.

Once removed from the final plug he was hauled out of the room into 
another where there stood a strange contraption like a giant icing 
machine. Andy was strapped into a metal frame, bent over, arse in 
the air, and the frame wheeled towards the machine. The 'icing' nozzle 
slid into him. 

It was smaller than the final plug, for which Andy was thankful, though 
he still didn't know how he had taken even half the plugs he had sat 
on. The machine whirred and Andy felt his arse being inflated. 

A strong plastic liner was being placed inside his arse and was then 
filled with a liquid. The machine made various other noises and Andy 
guessed that the bag was being sealed. 

One final push and he knew that the spare end of the newly sealed 
bag was being slid far into his arse.

He was left in the frame for a while to relax and then taken to the 
briefing room. Walking was difficult because his guts now contained 
an unaccustomed weight. It reminded him of when he had been forced 
to walk around for an hour with an enema inside him. 

In the briefing room he was given directions of where the hospital 
was and how to identify himself when he got the there. Then he was 
told that he would be rewarded for his efforts so far. 

The stranger re-appeared and led him into a another room where there 
was a large bench to which he was strapped. 

By now all thoughts of his bound cock and balls were far away, but 
they soon stirred as the stranger unbound them and pulled and stroked 
them into life. 

A fresh stretcher was placed around his balls, and clamps fastened 
on his tits. The stranger gripped his cock with a well-greased hand 
and slowly pumped it into life until it was hard and eager. 

Further applications of clamps and stretchers brought him soon to 
a well-needed orgasm.  

After a while he was untied and taken out. The stranger warned him 
not stop on the way. The orgasm had been intentional as it served 
to tighten his arse muscles and make it impossible for the bag to 
either slip out accidentally, or for Andy to remove it himself. He 
was given his old clothes back. 

The army fatigues he had gone to the bar in now took on a new meaning 
and he was given instructions for how to remove the collar, balaclava 
and gag once he was out in the dark alley outside. 

All he need worry about now was finding the hospital and avoiding 
getting caught. 

Andy heard the door close behind him. He was now standing alone in 
the alley behind the Lavender Headquarters. He thought to himself, 
as he removed the collar and balaclava, that the gang must trust him 
,as although he could not name or describe any members, he now knew 
where the HQ was located. 

Placing the instruments of his anonymity and confinement at the bottom 
of the door, he felt proud as he set off on his important mission, 
to deliver to the gay hospital the much- needed drug. The load in 
his guts weighed lighter because of its importance and now served 
to stimulate and excite him. 

Following the directions he had been given, Andy carefully picked 
his way around the heaps of rotting garbage and past the burned out 
wrecks of cars and buses, victim of some long- forgotten riot. He 
knew that ahead of him lay danger. The hospital was about four miles 
from the Lavender HQ, in a safer part of town, but to get to it Andy 
had to pass through territory controlled by numerous bands of outlaw 
gangs. The most evil and feared of these gangs was a splinter group 
of thugs once part of a citizens' militia, set up in the late 1980s 
to combat the soaring crime rate. 

This splinter group, known as the `Gelders', because of their practice 
of welding a tight brass ring around the cock and balls of any of 
their victims that were lucky enough to survive, had learned very 
early on that the easiest way to survive was to prey on others, in 
particular the gay couriers of the Lavender gang. With drugs being 
in very short supply, any consignments they were able to intercept 
sold for a high price on the black market, and besides they were able 
to have a great deal of fun with their hapless victims./ For although 
outwardly the Gelders appeared `straight', the majority of the gang 
was composed of sexually perverted types who would fuck a dog if it 
meant they could get their rocks off. 

Andy's heart beat a little faster and his stomach tightened as he 
turned a corner into a main street, unlit, but for one lamp flickering 
atop a dented standard. The reason for Andy's apprehension was obvious. 
Lounging beneath the light, their motorcycles parked nearby in the 
litter-strewn street, were three men. Andy's feelings were a mixture 
of fear and lust as he observed the men in their cycle gear, their 
helmets resting on their arms. 

He looked around for an easier route past them, wishing to avoid getting 
too near to the men. But he had no choice - to get past them he had 
to walk close to them as the building opposite had collapsed, blocking 
the right side of the street. Nervously Andy walked on, the men seemed 
to ignore him as he passed by, and he breathed a sigh of relief as 
he walked on. Suddenly, without any warning of what was to happen, 
his world was plunged into darkness. A large black sack had been thrust 
over his head and shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. A cord 
was quickly tied around his waist to further restrict his scope for 
movement and then the men, without any word, hoisted Andy into the 
pillion seat of one of the motorcycles, tying his ankles to the footrests. 
The men mounted their machines and the bikes sped along, buffeted 
by the uneven surface of the road. Andy prayed the bag in his guts 
wouldn't burst with the rough ride as he had no idea what the effect 
would be should the contents of the bag spill inside him. 

After what seemed like hours of riding the bikes came to a halt, voices 
barked orders, heavy metal doors slid, and Andy was pushed and dragged 
into the lair of the Gelders. Through the sack again came a familiar 
smell and black silence as the knock out drug too effect. 

Andy came back to life, his mouth gagged with a large bandana which 
tasted as if it had been used to wipe up weeks of cum from untold 
numbers of cocks. The bandana had been tightly screwed unto a ball 
before being inserted into his mouth and now expanded to fill it fully, 
stretching his aching jaws. It was held in place by a wide leather 
strap fastened behind his head. Over his head, down to the shoulders, 
had been placed a tightly fitting leather hood padlocked at the back 
of the neck. The only holes in it were a few small punctures to allow 
him to breath. The heat had already started to build up inside the 
hood and Andy's brow sweated with the heat and fear. The Gelders had 
gagged Andy to prevent him screaming as they searched his asshole 
for the drugs. They had been intercepting unlucky couriers for long 
enough to know the usual hiding place, and they weren't too gentle 
in how they got at the drugs.

Hooded, gagged, naked, lying on his back, his arms stretched wide 
above his head tightly secured to rings set into the bench, his legs 
unhindered, Andy lay shaking and sweating. Leather straps were quickly 
fastened around his ankles. To the rings embedded in the leather, 
chains were attached and pulled through pullies in the ceiling. As 
the pullies were set in the ceiling to the side and just above Andy's 
head, his legs were forced back over his chest causing his arse to 
rise off the bench and his legs spread open revealing the unprotected 
bud of his asshole. 

The men in the room all wore masks similar to those worn in mediaeval 
times by executioners, just in case their victim should accidentally 
see any one of them. One guy, taller than the rest, was wearing rubber 
gloves, though they were longer in the forearm than regular gloves. 
He took hold of a container of lubricating grease and liberally smeared 
it around Andy's anus, probing into the tight muscle, spreading the 
grease thickly. One of the other men handed him an anal enlarger which 
looked like to elongated spoons connected by a thread adjuster and 
hinged at one end. 

Taking the device he worked it past the tight sphincter into Andy's 
arse. Although fearful, Andy could not prevent the natural reaction 
of his cock as it filled with blood and jerked to full erection, causing 
amusement in his tormenters. SLowly the jaws of the spreader were 
opened, causing the asshole to enlarge wider and wider until Andy 
felt as if his anus would split. As the entrance became larger the 
bin liner containing the drug came into view, the sealed end poking 
out between the jaws of the device. A cheer went round the room as 
the men saw their goal. 

The operator of the enlarger cut a hole in the bag, taking care not 
to allow any of the content to escape, and taped into place a piece 
of tube which allowed the drug to flow out into a large glass container. 
Andy felt the fullness of his guts subside, bringing strange sensations 
to his cock and balls as the pressure on his prostate relaxed. All 
this time his cock had not lost its arrogant stiffness and a clear 
bead of pre-cum appeared at the end of his, gradually increasing in 
size until it strung away down onto his belly. 

Once all the drug had been collected the bag was pulled a little of 
the way out of Andy's arse and the anal enlarger was released and 
removed. Taking the end of the bag in his hand, the tall man pulled 
it out of Andy's guts and discarded it in a bin. It was a large bag 
and Andy felt as if his arse was on fire from the friction of the 
plastic as it ran past his sphincter. 

Andy's legs were lowered and his arms released. roughly he was dragged 
to an upright position. His head reeled and he stumbled. Those holding 
him allowed him to fall to the ground when they fell upon him, grasping 
his arms and forcing him onto his belly. His wrists were handcuffed 
and pulled as far up his back as possible and fastened to a collar 
placed around his neck. They dragged him across the floor to a pair 
of upright posts embedded in the floor and secured to the ceiling. 

Andy realised that he was in for some heavy interrogation. Obviously 
the Gelders would like to know the location of the LAvender HQ, and 
Andy was the key to that information. His wrists were released from 
the collar, only to be attached above his head to a ring in the ceiling. 
This caused him to bend forward at the waist. His legs were pulled 
wide and secured to the base of each post. 

Andy breathed in sharply as each tit was clamped into adjustable tit 
clamps. From each clamp a light chain was pulled tight to rings in 
the posts at each side of his body. SOmeone took a tight hold of his 
balls, pulling them hard away from his cock base. Leather thonging 
was wrapped around his ball sack forcing them to stretch. The loose 
ends of the thongs were tied to a heavy chain on the end of which 
hung a battered old leather motorcycle boot. Andy's cock, which was 
jerking and swinging with the pain and stimulation, was enclosed in 
a cock cover the inside of which was lined with pins. A length of 
cord passed through the top of the cock sheath and with this Andy's 
cock was held tight against his belly. 

The boot was filled with bits of scrap metal and weighed heavily on 
Andy's tortured balls, pulling them even further down and sending 
sharp stabs of pain into his guts. Anyone not heavily into SM like 
Andy would have cracked by now. But to Andy it was bearable as he 
was treating the interrogation as if it was a sexual encounter and 
he hoped that somehow he would get out of it in one piece. 

The interrogators left him hanging in the frame for some time, perhaps 
to allow their victim to realise his predicament. Andy heard the familiar 
hiss of beer cans as they were opened, and muffled talking as the 
Gelders appeared for the next stage of the interrogation. 

Andy heard something heavy being pulled across the floor behind him, 
and then felt hot metal grease being squirted up his arse, stinging 
and inflaming his asshole. A cock solid object was placed against 
his anus - it was a cock replica of mammoth proportions, and some 
kind of jacking system started to move the cock into Andy's asshole 
a fraction of an inch each minute. It would take a couple of hours 
before all twelve inches were inserted. Andy was thankful he had been 
trained to take large objects up his arse or his would, by now, have 
been split apart. 

`The location of the Lavender HQ, punk! And then we'll stop,' 
the harsh voice commanded. Through the gag Andy hissed. The gag was 
removed. 

`Screw you, you bastards,' he replied. 

The black cock moved further in. Suddenly it felt as if his back was 
being burnt off as a number of lit candles were held over him, dripping 
a flood of skin-searing was. Andy groaned but could not evade the 
onslaught. Any movement sharply reminded him of the weight on his 
balls, the clamps on his tits, and that black cock penetrating his 
arse.

`The location, cocksucker?' 

More wax. More weight. The black cocks touched base, sending a signal 
from Andy's prostate to his captive balls, jerking his tightly encased 
cock. The machine was switched to `fuck' mode and started to fuck 
Andy's aching asshole, slowly at first, then with added momentum. 
The juices ran from his arse, his cock flared in the confines of the 
sheath and his ball struggled to crawls into the protection of his 
crutch, only the thongs binding them prevented their retreat. 

Andy was aware that he was suddenly alone. The Gelders had left the 
scene of his torture to allow him to stew in his own agony. 

The Andy felt his cock being released from the sheath and the black 
cock removed from his arse. 

Someone was releasing him. But who? 

A firm, well-greased fist wrapped itself around Andy's cock, wanking 
his meat in rapid rhythm. The first surge of spunk shot its way onto 
the floor, then more followed as his cock emptied the cum from his 
bound balls. 

Had Andy found a rescuer? 

Andy was confused. Here he was, spreadeagled, hooded, bandana gagged, 
his body aching from hot wax, menthol butt fucking, and someone had 
just placed a warm greasy hand around his cock and wanked him off... 

Andy sagged in his bonds as the orgasm drained his nervous energy. 
The unseen man who had gripped his cock so tight now supported and 
untied him. The hood and gag were left, as were the weights hanging 
from his balls. He was lowered to the floor. 

'You're a pretty good courier, my lad,' the voice said. 'You obviously 
enjoy all this rough treatment or you would have revealed the whereabouts 
of the Lavender Brigade's headquarters quite some time ago.' 

The figure bent over and started kneading Andy's tits between his 
firm fingers. 'I could do with someone like you round here. You've 
seen and heard too much for us to let you go, and I'm in need of a 
new slave. It doesn't really matter whether you want to remain here 
and be my slave or not, because I'll put you through such heavy treatment, 
mixed with such intense pleasure, that by the time I've finished with 
you you'll not want to be anywhere but here by my side.' 

Despite having just cum, Andy's cock was starting to swell again, 
something which his new captor had obviously noticed. Andy could feel 
a boot pressing slowly down on his cock. 

'There are a number of masters here within the Gelders and we each 
have our own personal slaves. When we allow you your sight back you'll 
recognise mine because like you they'll be wearing my personal insignia 
- some red bandanas used as part of their bondage. Other masters use 
different colours. You've already got one in your mouth and that'll 
be joined by another that has just soaked up your cum.' 

Andy could feel the leather strap around his jaw being loosened and 
another large bandana forced into his mouth until he almost choked. 
The strap was retightened. 

'We're called the gelders because we fasten tight metal bands around 
our slaves balls. Not so tight that their balls drop off, but tight 
enough to remind you that you're my slave. Now to show you what is 
in store for you.' 

A blindfold was snapped off his hood and Andy blinked as he look around 
the bare room. Standing on either side of the doorway were two naked 
men. They too were leather hooded with bandana gags. Each of them 
had their balls encased in a bandana encircled with a number of lockable 
metal bands. 

'These too are my slaves,' the master said proudly. Slaves around 
here are not permitted to talk. But lively fellows like yourself are 
prone to forget their position and engage in unnecessary and distracting 
chatter, so they remain gagged except for feeding time. You will notice 
their balls have some metal bands around them. They are training shackles. 
When we are satisfied we've stretched their balls sufficiently they 
will be encircled with a permanent wide metal band. Your balls will 
be similarly bound very soon. 

'Now to show you some of our premises. And then we'll put you to work 
in the mill.' 

Andy was lifted off the floor by the other two slaves. They fastened 
straps through his wrist bands and pulled his arms up behind his back, 
shortening the straps as much as possible so his wrists almost touched 
his collar. Andy stared in fascination at the cloth and metal shrouded 
balls and was aware of how exciting he found the prospect of his own 
balls being similarly stretched. 

The two slaves then fastened short chains between his balls and his 
ankles so that walking was a slow and deliberate process, and making 
an escape would have to be conducted at a snail's pace. He was escorted 
out of the room by the two slaves who pulled him along after their 
master rather faster than his balls would have liked. 

Along the corridor they passed other slaves, naked except for hoods, 
gags and ball bondage. Some of them had leather sheaths laced tightly 
around their cocks. From behind, Andy could see that some of them 
had large rubber plugs in their arses. All the doors were shut but 
through them Andy could sometimes here the sounds of belts hitting 
buttocks, cries of pain/pleasure, and strange noises of unfamiliar 
machinery, possibly like that which had fucked him earlier. 

At one point the Master stopped to talk to another Master. The Masters 
were noticeable not just because they tended to be clothed in military 
clothing, but by their open-mouthed hoods which were often decorated 
with studs. Andy's would-be Master also carried some red bandanas 
loosely flowing out of his pockets, no doubt as much for ready use 
as for identification. 

Suddenly Andy noticed that the slaves too had let their attention 
slip as they strained their ears to hear their Master's conversation. 
Andy decided, despite his extreme bondage and discomfort, to try to 
escape. For all he knew, none of the doors were locked, and one of 
them might lead him out of the Gelders' den. 

As fast as his chain-restrained balls would permit him, Andy tried 
to slip quietly away down the corridor. And promptly fell over. The 
clatter of the chains alerted the slaves who quickly grabbed Andy 
hoisted him to his feet. The Master also noticed and came over to 
the threesome. 

'You, my lad, will be punished for that. And as for you two, you'll 
join Andy spending some time in the box room. Now come along.' 

Andy was taken to a large open room. Scattered over the bare wooden 
floor were large packing cases, around four foot by two foot by around 
two foot high. 

Two other slaves came over and grabbed Andy. They obviously knew what 
to do with him. One of the cases was lifted off the floor to reveal 
a number of metal rings rivetted to the floor. 

One of the slaves produced a plastic tube and smeared the greasy stuff 
over Andy's cock and balls. Andy's nose twitched as he smelled the 
menthol and he could sense the heat starting to penetrate. He was 
then forced to lay face down on the floor and a wide leather belt 
anchored around his waist and to the floor so he could not move. The 
bandana gags were removed from his mouth and were laid under his cock 
so that any menthol could not be rubbed away on the floor but would 
stay in contact with his cock. 

Before he could utter a sound with his now usable mouth a wooden dowel 
rod wrapped in towelling was forced between his jaws. The towelling 
was very thick and stretched his mouth wider than he thought possible. 
Ropes were fastened from the ends of the rod to the belt and tightened 
forcing his head back as far as possible. His jaw stretched even wider. 

His ankles too were pulled back and fastened to the sides of the belt. 
Further straps attached to his thighs and still pinioned arms totally 
immobilised him. The straps pulling his wrists to his collar were 
tightened further. Finally a large vibrating dildo, again smothered 
in menthol grease, was placed in his arse and kept there by the chain 
attached to his balls which was pulled tight to his waist belt. 

The wooden box was lowered over him. 

Andy started sweating and his cock, balls and arse started to glow. 
The vibrating dildo sent pulses through his body, and he could feel 
a vibration in the floor beneath him which indicated that he was not 
alone in this situation. 

The heavy bondage was very uncomfortable but it was very exciting. 
Andy knew that, sometime soon, his cock would get hard and he would 
cum again. He did not know if this was allowed, forbidden or even 
expected, but he knew for certain it would happen and the evidence 
would lay on the floor beneath him. 

Hours passed during which Andy came two or three times. Sometimes 
he could hear other boxes being moved and captives being imprisoned 
or released from their bondage. On occasions groans of pleasure would 
seep out of one of the boxes as another slave climaxed on his bondage. 
This raised Andy's excitement and he too would cum soon after. 

Finally he heard footsteps approaching and his box was lifted. It 
took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light. 

His bondage pulled his head upwards off the floor forcing him to stare 
straight at the Master's cock and balls which were hanging out of 
his camouflage trousers. There was no sign of Andy's careless escorts 
and he assumed their sessions in the box would be longer than his. 

'Now we'll put you to some work, my boy. If you spend any time here 
you've got to earn your keep. I've assigned you to the mill. This 
is no ordinary mill - it generates our electricity. It is, in fact, 
a large treadmill and you will join my other workers there. A few 
hours in that will get your body loosened up and give you an appetite 
for something a bit more stimulating.' 

Andy's mind filled with images of hamsters in cages running endlessly 
in little wheels. But he knew, from what had gone on so far, that 
this would be no ordinary treadmill... 

The master called two other slaves over to where he and Andy were 
standing, following Andy's ordeal in the box. 

`Prepare him for the mill, the usual outfit, and request my presence 
when he's ready.' 

And with this the MAster turned on his booted heels and left the room. 

The slaves took hold of Andy, one on either side, arms firmly pinioned 
behind him. He was frogmarched between them out of the room and back 
along the same passage he had, many orgasms before, been dragged along. 
No conversation passed between them, the bandana gags made certain 
of that. But Andy sense a feeling of power from the two slaves. Perhaps 
they felt it was now their chance to work out some of the pent up 
frustration of always being on the receiving end of some MAster's 
sadistic lust. 

Through a heavily barred door they entered a windowless and brightly-lit 
ante-chamber to the actual mill room. Andy heard the metal door noisily 
bang and the clang of many locks being pushed home. No hope of escape 
from here, that's for sure he thought. Sure it was, as this was one 
of the most secure areas in the whole of the Gelder's hideout. The 
electrical supply on which they depended was beyond this room and 
would be protected at all costs. 

The slaves released Andy's arms and pushed him against a bare wall, 
securing his wrists to a bar fixed in the wall. As they stood back, 
looking at their victim, Andy couldn't help but notice that the bandanas 
about their encased cock and balls had filled out, the material stretched 
and taut. This sight, and his own hopeless predicament brought about 
fresh arousal to his abused cock, gradually filling with hot blood 
it rose stiff above his shackled balls. The other two noticed this 
and, releasing Andy from the bar, they handcuffed his wrists behind 
his back. One of them took a firm hold of Andy's bouncing cock and 
forced him to follow across the room. 

Still handcuffed, Andy was pushed into a tiled and semi<197> enclosed 
area. A chain was attached to the handcuffs and his arms pulled back 
and up as the end of the chain was attached to a ring set into the 
wall. Each ankle was tied with a cords to rings at either side forcing 
his legs wide apart and putting a strain on his upper arm and shoulder 
muscles, which stood out in hard relief. 

A heavy wad of grease was worked into Andy's anus by rough hands. 
This was followed by the insertion of a hard rubber tube pushed far 
into his guts. Hot water flooded into him as he strained against his 
bonds. 

`Got to make sure your asshole's empty before we put you into 
the suit,' said one of the slaves. `Don't want you messing 
it up.' 

The tube was removed and Andy was relieved to let go the contents 
of his arse which flowed away down the sump. He was then assaulted 
with a large butt plug, `just in case we've missed anything,' 
one of them sneered. Pushed past Andy's tight sphincter, the end of 
the plug came to rest against his throbbing prostate, adding to the 
stimulation affecting his engorged cock. 

Andy's body was thoroughly lubricated with oil that mist have come 
from a clapped out old banger, it was so black and thick. 

releasing him from the `shower', the two slaves guided Andy to one 
of the lockers arranged against the wall and told him to put on a 
one-piece rubber suit. Andy saw that, to get into it, he would have 
to put his feet in first at the neck and shoulder end as there was 
no zip along the front or back, only across the shoulders. 

Sliding into the suit, Andy was surprised to find that his cock and 
balls were not encased in the rubber suit as an opening had been left 
at the crotch. Elsewhere the suit fitted tightly like a second skin, 
and around the arse it was tight enough to prevent the butt plug from 
being dislodged. 

His wrists were once more fastened behind his back as he was pushed 
ahead of the slaves into the mill room. 

Before him Andy saw a number of similarly dressed slaves except for 
the gas-mask like fittings on their heads and something Andy couldn't 
quite make out attached to their genitals. They all appeared to be 
attempting to climb stairs, but weren't getting anywhere. What the 
Gelders had done, in fact, was to adapt old one person lifts from 
some disused building - in normal use they would be constantly moving 
with people stepping on and off at the required level. 

Andy was placed in a metal frame, opposite and some distance from 
a vacant generator. The handcuffs were removed from his wrists and 
replaced with heavy leather wrist cuffs which were firmly locked above 
his head and to one side to the sides of the frame. Around his middle 
a wide leather belt was fixed and at either side strong metal D rings 
attached the belt to the frame so as to firmly immobilise Andy's waist. 
Only his legs were left free for the tortuous work ahead. 

The frame was moved on runner, up to the generator, and adjusted for 
the length of Andy's legs to enable him to perform his task. 

`There are a couple of devices which have to be put in place now,' 
one of the slaves said, `but your Master will do that.' 

And with this the two slaves departed. 

The groans and muffled yelps made Andy wonder what the other slaves 
were having done to them as there was no-one around administering 
any punishment. Andy wondered if they were suffering from cramp. 

`Ah, I see you are nearly prepared for your duties.'

The Master had arrived. 

`I just have to place in position the two incentive devices,' 
he said in a sardonic tone. 

Now the gas mask type device was locked in place, the eye parts were 
clear so Andy could see where to put his feet on the steps of the 
generator. Next he felt his cock and balls being greased up and through 
the filters the familiar aroma of menthol caressed his nostrils. His 
cock, now semi-stiff, was placed into a rubber sheath from the end 
of which ran a long tube. The sheath was kept in place by leather 
straps tied between Andy's legs and around his waist to a ring at 
the back of the bondage belt. 

`That's in case you need to piss. We don't want you pissing all 
over the electrics, do we? COuld be quite shocking.' 

The loose end of the tube disappeared into a drain. A red bandana 
was tightly fixed about his balls and his bandana covered balls squeezed 
into t tight fitting box with wires hanging from it. Padlocks and 
chains kept the box in place around his captive balls. 

`Now, I think, an explanation of the incentive devices,' the 
Master intoned. `The generator must be kept going above a certain 
speed, so many steps per minute you might say.' 

The Master gave a sadistic laugh. 

`To ensure that this is so you have been fitted out with a couple 
of my more nasty toys. The gas mask will deliver a dose of drugs, 
guaranteed to get your blood pumping and incidentally your cock and 
asshole pulsing at the same time. The box which encloses those precious 
nuts of yours will deliver a kick to them, not hard enough to do permanent 
damage, but enough to cause your guts to ache and your balls to try 
to crawl up into your belly. It works on a miniature hydraulic ram 
system and, like the drug, will come into operation every time that 
your leg output falls below the required rate. Now get started, and 
don't disappoint me slave, I expect to see a very good recording from 
the monitor of your output.' 

With this the Master left. 

Andy must have been too slow in starting as suddenly his lungs were 
engulfed with a gas which made his head reel, his hear pound and his 
sex organs pulsate. The butt plug in his arse felt as if it had doubled 
in size. But worst of all was the blow to his balls. Agony crawled 
up his guts into his belly as he desperately attempted to gain a foothold 
on the generator. 

After what seemed an eternity of pleasure and pain Andy started his 
never-ending ascent of the `stairs'.

Andy had no idea how long he was kept on the treadmill. Numerous times 
he had tired and received shocks to his balls and arse. His nose was 
now sore with the drugs which had been pumped into his nostrils to 
keep him active and running on the endless belt. His rubber suit was 
filled with sweat and he slid around inside it, despite its original 
tight fit. 

Eventually, hours later he thought, he was released. The gas mask 
was removed and he almost fell over as the fresh air rushed into his 
lungs. The compression device was removed from his balls and his arse 
was also released from its intrusion. A water hose was poked down 
inside the suit and he shuddered as the icy water swirled into the 
suit and out again through the openings front and back at his groin. 

The suit was peeled off and he was thrown to the floor and ordered 
to lay face down hugging the stony flooring. 

His overseer arrived and stood with his boots right next to Andy's 
face. `Take him to the kennels for his dinner and leave him there 
for the night.' 

Andy wondered what the kennels were as he'd not heard or seen any 
dogs around the hideout. But he wasn't bothered. His aching legs were 
already having to compete with his aching stomach and he realised 
that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink since his capture. 

He moved to stand up and a booted foot forced his face to the ground. 
`You move when and how we say. Don't move a muscle otherwise.' 

Andy was too weak to protest. The forced exercise had drained all 
the fight out of him and he would gladly have agreed to stay on the 
cold ground permanently in return for some sleep. 

A wide leather belt was locked around his waist. Hanging from either 
side of it by short metal hooks were two ankle straps into which his 
feet were fastened. His legs were now bent tightly in half and his 
knees strained into an unaccustomed position. Around his neck was 
locked a leather collar with wrist straps also attached by short metal 
fastenings. These were used to bend his arms in two. A long rubber 
bung gag was strapped into his mouth and a leash attached to the collar. 

`Walk!' commanded one of the supervising slaves. Andy didn't 
understand how he was expected to walk with his legs bent up by his 
side. 

`Walk on your knees and elbows, dog. Or else we'll drag you and 
scrape your balls off on the concrete.'

Andy propped himself up on his elbows and knees and unsteadily followed 
as best he could. The floor was cold and slippy and he would sometimes 
fall over as his elbows or knees would slither out from under him. 

One of the guards produced some metal shackles and fastened them around 
Andy's balls, stretching them well out under him. As he waddled along 
they swung heavily underneath him. And he only needed to slip once 
more on the floor to realise the consequences of crushing his stretched 
balls under his own body weight. 

They came to the end of the corridor where there was a kennel- shaped 
enclosure. Andy was led into it and fastened into it by his waist. 
At the far end was a dog bowl of what he assumed was his dinner. It 
looked brown and sloppy like dog food. And it probably was dog food, 
but Andy was ravenous. 

The gag was removed and Andy's head shoved into the bowl and fastened 
there by some straps. Andy slurped and ate as well as he could, licking 
the bowl clean. His face was covered with the food in places his tongue 
could not reach. 

The guards saw Andy had finished and one came over to release his 
head. He pulled a couple of bandanas out of his pocket and used them 
to wipe Andy's face clean before ramming them into his mouth. He almost 
choked his dinner up but managed to control the reflex. The guard 
used a number of his fingers to work the bandanas well into the far 
reaches of Andy's mouth. Removing his fingers the guard filled the 
space in the middle with another bandana so Andy's mouth was well 
and truly filled and stretched. Before Andy could even attempt to 
spit them out a leather head harness muzzle was strapped over his 
head. 

The leather straps covered his mouth and brow and tightened on either 
side of his jaw as well as at the back and top of his head. The muzzle 
was slowly tightened one strap at a time until Andy felt his head 
would explode from the pressure. If was being forced to be a dog, 
it was certainly going to be a silent one. 

Andy heard a rustling behind him and felt a rubber jock-strap being 
fitted around his waist. At the front his cock was greased well and 
slid into a heavy rubber sheath. The inside of the sheath was covered 
with thousands of small rubber spikes and it felt like the outside 
was covered in rubber studs. His balls were tucked into the garment 
and strapped into it. 

Like a real jock strap, the back was open except that two strong rubber 
straps were pulled from behind his balls up to either side of his 
waist. These straps pulled tightly against his arse cheeks, keeping 
them spread and exposing his asshole. 

A long greased pole was slid into his arse, but them removed leaving 
a thick lubricating covering. But the grease seemed to smell - it 
reminded him of the deep heat he had endured earlier in his adventures. 
Before he could think any more he was released from the cage and led 
through the adjacent door into a dark sweaty room. Around the room 
he could see other 'dogs', laying down or hobbling around on their 
elbows and knees as he was. 

In the middle of the room were four large high leather boots fixed 
to the floor. Andy's arms and legs were inserted and strapped into 
these so he had no choice but to remain 'standing' and at the centre 
of attention. 

`Most of these dogs have been here quite a long time, so they'll 
soon teach you the rules. And they've also been out working all day, 
with no relief.' 

Andy couldn't quite grasp what the last comment was intended to convey. 

The other dogs paid him little attention. It was common for the new 
'dogs' to be kept this way on their first night or two. Andy looked 
round as best he could and saw that all the other dogs also wore rubber 
jock straps, though some of them had their arses filled as well, and 
not all of them wore the same muzzles. Some had full leather hoods, 
some knitted balaclavas, and some bandana masks. 

Andy slowly realised that his arse was beginning to itch. A sort of 
deep persistent itch like a heat rash. He tried to move but only succeeded 
in wriggling his arse around in the air. He tried again, hoping that 
at least he could get the outer muscles of his arse to rub together 
and relieve the itching. But all he succeeded in doing was arousing 
the attention of the other dogs. 

One of them 'walked' over and started investigating Andy's arse with 
his nose. The other dog could smell the irritant cream and knew that 
Andy would soon be desperate for something to scratch his internal 
itch. Other dogs came by too and smelled the cream. 

From the far corner Andy saw a large dark shape moving. It was another 
dog, but heavier and larger than the others - an alsatian where the 
others were more like terriers. As the alsatian approached the smaller 
dogs moved away in deference and Andy could see that hung under the 
large man-dog was a very erect studded-rubber-covered cock. 

Andy's arse had received quite a few fuckings and stretchings this 
far, and he felt tired of the continual probing. So when the large 
dog came round to his arse and starting sniffing around, Andy made 
as loud a deterrent noise as he could which, through all the gags 
and muzzle emerged as a growl. Quite appropriate he thought. It was 
clear that the 'relief' referred to earlier had been sexual and that 
many of these dogs were as randy as anything. Clearly he was now the 
bitch on heat and there was little he could do to protect himself. 

The large dog took another sniff of Andy's arse and moved away slightly, 
slowly rubbing his cock against the side of one of the other dogs. 
Andy tried to relax a little but his arse felt itchier than ever and 
he wiggled around some more to try to relieve the sensation. 

Soon it was clear to the large dog that Andy's arse was well ready 
for a good fuck and that Andy's resistance was petering out as the 
itching increased. The man-alsatian approached Andy from the rear 
and mounted him, gripping his sides with his doubled-up arms and sliding 
his studded cock into Andy's arse. 

The studs were hell, but they were wonderful too. Andy's itch was 
being scratched all the way inside him. When the alsatian had finished 
other dogs took their turn fucking Andy until they all seemed satisfied 
and went off to their corners to sleep. 

That night Andy slept 'standing' in the centre of the room. The next 
day his life as a dog started in earnest...