To Server a Master: Chapter 15

The Chief Discipline master stood before a gathered crowd and read a statement.

“Slave 20376 you have been charged with unauthorised sex with another slave part of your commuted punishment is 20 lashes in public.”

He then began the whipping he did not hold any punches, finished he ordered me released and led to the main entrance.

Once at the main entrance at the junction between the STC and some of the other facilities I was chained to a tree and left for the 24 hours or so.

At the end of the time I was ordered to crawl round the whole estate and into each training lesson at the STC and the “Gym”. Before crawling back to the SDC where I was ordered to follow one of the Stable hands round the back and into a solid concrete building with no windows and only a steel door to the out side the first thing that happened was I was ordered to stand and fitted with a fetters chastity belt, once finished I was chained to the wall by my arms and metal collar with a chain fitted around my neck and there I stayed.

The stable hand informed me I would be fed once a day by a gagged rubber enclosed slave and released for one hour a day into the excercise Pen other than that I would remain chained to the wall, the light remained on when the thick metal door was shut.

I sat there unable to move more than to stand or sit not even to kneel, I began to cry.

I couldn’t tell you how long I sat there crying I contemplated all the things that had happened and just wished I could be free again.

I wished I had never become a slave, but I was trapped now never to be free again, and then it came to me I would try and escape when I was let out for excercise, I should be able to do it, surely it was just a fence.

I stopped crying and started to plot.

Some time later my first meal was delivered as promised by a gagged fully enclosed slave with not a single piece of flesh showing.

The stable hands were dressed the same when they came to collect me to take me to the excercise yard, they opened the metal door to the excercise yard and pushed me out there.

My legs stiff from the lack of movement I walked around the yard and moved my arms and legs, I did some press-ups and situps before running round the yard studying the walls. The walls were 10 feet tall and solid concrete along with the floor of the yard, there was no obvious way I ran round the yard until my hour was up the stable hands came to get me there was no words exchanged they just came up to me Crops drawn they then pointed at the door. I repeated the process on the next few days, buy now I was sweaty and stank of piss I managed to hold my dumps until I was outside, as I did not fancy the idea of sitting in my own mess.

I had also come to the conclusion that the stable hands who ran the isolation wing liked to play mind games as I would be fed and excercised at different intervals so I would not know if it was day or night.

I had been allowed to excercise twice in the dark, although I didn’t know if it was late at night or early in the morning, I wished I had paid attention to the night navigation courses when I was a cadet.

I was sitting back in my hole in a puddle of my own piss again waiting to be let out for my days exercise and decided I would make a run for it, I had decided the only way for this to happen was for me to shimmy up one of the corners.

When I was let out I tried I went to the corner between the outer wall and the building and pushing my back against the wall I jumped up and managed to hold my self there with my arms and legs I tried to lift a leg but slid back down, I tried again and again, in the end I was exhausted I knew my time was limited, and I knew I could not escape from the excercise yard I had failed my self I sat on the floor in the corner and cried.

I was collected and returned to my cell, where I stayed. I gave up I would just sit there and piss on the floor and eat when I was fed and excercise when I was let out, then I had tried talking to my self to keep sane, but it felt stupid I had yelled abuse at the walls, and I had screamed for nothing else to do but to scream.

I had no idea how long I had been in the Isolation wing, but one day a man in a white coat followed the stable hands in. “Remove the belt and the restraints and don’t go to far.” Stand up.

I did as I was asked the “Doctor” then examined me. “Ok some liaisons from the chastity belt, the welts on his back have healed ok, he stinks but other wise appears healthy, I am declaring him fit to enter the SDC main population.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Get on your knees boy.”

With that he fitted a lead to my collar and tapped my arse with his riding crop.

He led me to another room where I was ordered to stand.

Here they hosed me down and scrubbed me all over with scrubbing brushes and soap before handing me off to a slave who shaved my beard off and then proceeded to shave all my hair off, including what was on my head.

Satisfied the stable hands refitted the Fetters belt and had me kneel again.

They then led me out of the Isolation wing and in through another locked gate to a reception desk.

The stable hand who had led me into the “reception area” handed over the folder, and the keys to my fetters belt.

The Uniformed Guard at the reception desk took the keys and removed the fetters belt and my collar.

“Number”

“20376”

“Charge”

“Unauthorised sex with another slave.”

“Oh you got away lightly boy, oh I see why well you will need to learn to speak up boy your not in isolation now, you are in the “Slave Detention Center”. Here you will obey rules or face punishments.

“Whilst you are here you have no status you are merely Prisoner 20376, the SDC is run as a disciplined prison on military priniciples, you will have your wing supervisor explain it all to you.”

“Whilst you are here you will not wear any form of Slave gear, you will be treated like a prisoner, and the other prisoners will treat you how they see fit.”

Do you understand.

“Yes Sir.”

Very well place your hands behind your back.

I did as I was told and I was hand cuffed and sat in a holding room.

As time went on the room filled with other similar naked men. Shortly after 4 pm a group of 4 “Guards” came into the cell “Stand up all of you and line up, don’t mess around or you get one of these round your fucking leg.”

We all stood up and lined up.

When we come to you give us your number you were given on arrival.

I was first in line.

20376.

“Ah yes you are a cat b prisoner” He wrote my number and a B beneath it on my chest.”

He went through the rest some of those in the line had a “C” before there number, I wondered why at the time.

Right all of you turn to your right and follow this Trustee to the Medical room.

We did as we were told and followed the Trustee who was dressed in a bright orange boiler suit to the medical room where we lined up.

One at a time we were called forward and with the assistance of a card the doctor gave us a thorough medical including drawing blood.

Once we had finished we were led out into the yard where three “Trustees” held an “A”, “B” or a “C”.

Line up against your category.

I did as I was told.

Once The last prisoner had been inspected we were led off to different parts of the SDC.

I arrived at “B” Wing along with 5 others we entered another reception area where we were issued with Pants, trainers and a boiler suit.

This is “B Wing” you will stand to attention when a guard is in the room or walks past you, you will not move look round or talk when a guard is in your presence, every day you will be taken into the yard and excercised, you will be given tasks around the prison, you will obey each one of you will be given a card with 3 boxes on it, these are strikes, if you get three strikes, you will be taken to the warder who will issue you with a punishment.

You address the guards as Sir.

IS that clear.

“Yes Sir” Most of us yelled.

Someone yelled yes mam, to which the guard walked up to him.

“Number” C2033

Well C2033 here is your card and here is your first cross.

“Why thank you sir.”

He replied to this the guard slapped him round the face.

“Sarcasm Son will get you another cross.”

“Yes Sir” said the now chastised prisoner.

We were taken one at time into the main wing, this prison was like an American prison with open caged doors at the front a metal toilet with no seat, and a sink each bed had a sheet blanket and a pillow.

Me and C2033 were put in a cell on the second tier the others on various other tiers.

“What you in for” asked C2033.

“Unauthorised sex with another slave.”

“Oh right, me I am paying to be here, I heard of people like you, you are a true 24/7 slave.”

“Yes.”

“So what your life is in the control of someone else and they chose to send you here for having some form of sex.” I wasn’t sure how to answer that so I decided that I would just agree and not tell him the whole truth.

“Yes thats correct.”

“Blimey rather you than me mate, I like this as a bit of fun for a week or two but not all the time.”

Suddenly a guard came onto the tier I jumped up to attention.

C 2033 stood slackly.

“Stand to attention boy.”

He did.

Numbers.

“20376”

“C2033”

20376 put your hands through that whole in the door. I did as I was told and he handcuffed me. You he said pointing at the other guy stand at the far end of the cell.

He did as he was told noticing the guard had his truncheon out.

I was led down the tiers and into the office.

“You 20376” said an guy in his 40’s with a stomach.

“Yes Sir” I replied standing there at attention.

“Right you are in with a civilian who is paying for the privalage of being imprisoned, you will not tell him about the IMA, you will admit to being a slave which I guess you already have and if he asked you entered into a contract with the master only, not the IMA. Is that clear.”

“Yes Sir.”

Very well get him out of here he said to the guard I was returned to my cell.

Your cell mates will be joining you shortly once they have finished in the yard, you all play nice together now.

“Yes sir” I replied.

Shortly after that two guys in similar overalls came in, they looked at each other and smiled.

“New meat for the taking 20300.”

“Looks like it 20290”

So who are you.

“20376” I replied, and you he said pointing at the other one.

C2033 he replied, “Oh Ok” said 20290.

“What you in for 20376”

I explained it to them, 20290 said I was unlucky, in the mean time 20300 was chatting to c2033.

They both looked at me and smiled.

I had a feeling my time in the SDC was not going to be a good one.

We chatted for a while until a buzzer sounded.

“You Boys follow exactly what we do, don’t fuck it up, otherwise they will just put a big red ex on that card, and you especially 20376 will never get out of here.”

I followed them exactly as they had said with my arms down my side I shuffled out of the cell and followed the queue going down the tier to a door, the other side of the door was a canteen with plastic food trays with two holes in them.

Trustees behind the counter slopped some undescribably food into the first hole, and a paper cup of water into the other along with a slice of bread.

We all sat at the same table.

“So 20376 your a bitch then.”

“Pardon”

“Your a bitch.”

“No”

“I think you are your going to be our bitch boy.” Said 20300 20290 laughed and said, look boy just do as we say and your life will be easy, fuck us around and you will be in all sorts of shit.

Yeah 20376, I heard from one of the guards about you, you have been in isolation pissing and shitting your self haven’t ya, maybe we should ask the doc to give you one of them nappys to wear when your sleeping.

“No thanks”.

“SHUT UP OVER THERE AND EAT YOU HAVE 10 Minutes.” I quickly stuffed the Bland tasting grey meat and potatoes down my throat.

I went to get up.

20300 said, “Dont move yet boy for fucks sake.” When the 10 minutes were up the guard said stand and line up.

I followed the others in line we returned the trays and then placed the cups in the bin.

We were then returned to our cells for the next few hours with nothing to do but chat, it turned out 2033 was a merchant banker who had a thing for being treated like a prisoner, except he loved to bully the other prisoners, I knew then I was in for a bad time.

20300 looked at me and then said I know you, you were only finished training this year.

“I don’t know what you mean”

“You do, you were at the STC when I was there as a stable hand you were a tough fucker had to be put in isolated to break, I know exactly who you are.”

I don’t know what your talking about I signed a private contact with my master.

“Dont be daft boy, these guys aren’t stupid, they know there is more to the IMA than what is on there website, you are trash, I bet you have not long been graded.”

“I don’t know what you mean, my master sent me here.” I said nervously.

Look bitch you are a slave like the rest of us owned by the IMA and your master together, is that not correct.

“Look I cant say anything else” I whispered, please don’t say anymore yourselves otherwise I will have to let the guards know.

“You fucking dare boy and you will end up being a Snitch and that will make your life a whole fucking lot worse.”

With that the lights went off and we all settled down to sleep. I dozed off quickly as I had not seen a bed in a month. I was woken by 20300’s breath on my face.

Come on bitch time to slip out of that little boiler suit and show your arse to uncle 300.

NO FUCK OFF I shouted.

“HELP ME” I shouted.

“No be quiet they wont come listen I heard other shouts.”

“They may watch and even get you to service them, but they wont fucking help you.

I grabbed him by the collar of his boiler suit and pushed him away kicking him in the balls.

“FUCK OFF and leave me a lone you little prick I shouted. Alright tonight I will, but tomorrow, I am going to make you my bitch boy, he snarled.

I went back to sleep, I was to tired to care, the same routine happened for breakfast before a morning of me mopping floors and sweeping stairs.

In the afternoon we all had an extensive PT Session.

By the time I got back to the Cell I was knackered I lay on my pit only to here my number called by a guard I was again taken to the Wing supervisor.

20376 one of my guards heard you say you would have to say something to the guards what was it.

“Nothing sir.”

“Dont lie to me boy otherwise I will put a strike on your card.” Honest Sir Nothing.

“LOOK SHIT HEAD, I aint no fucking pussy, I am the Wing Supervisor, I can put three crosses on that there card and no one would say a word.”

He lunged at me and pulled the card out of my pocket and got a pen from his pocket.

“NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TELL US.”

He put the pen close to the card, just as he was about to write I said 20300 mentioned the IMA to c2033

“OH FUKCING REALLY.”

Return this snitch to his cell, I have use for him, he is mine now.

20300 was called out shortly after my return, he returned only a few short minutes and came up to me whilst I was sitting on the bed.

“YOU FUCKING WANKER, you grassed, you fucking grassed me, for that you will fucking pay, everyone on this wing will make you pay.”

With that he slapped me across my face and said “Welcome to hell bitch.”

20290 asked what had happened and he said look, I have been returned to Prisoner status from Trustee and that wanker of a warden has given me two fucking strikes in one hit.

In dinner as I went to pick up my tray I was shoved out of line so I was forced to go to the back getting little more than gravey and potatoes.

The other 3 spent the night chatting amongst them selves whilst I lay on my bed.

When the lights went out, I lay awake waiting for it to happen and sure enough just as I fell asleep I felt my arms and legs being grabbed as I woke up I tried to struggle but couldn’t move.

20300 looked at me, and said “You cost me, my comfortable little trustees job, you can suffer with that he started ripping my overalls off me.

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my side as he struggled to rip it off me eventually he did followed by my white underwear.

Finished he had the other two roll me over.

Now bitch lets put you to use and he did fucking me whilst I was held there immobile.

Finished he got off and he let 20290 on, followed by 2033 who was thrown a condom.

My arse was red raw by the time they had finished I lay there naked 20300 came over with my card he had picked off the floor and handed it to me I looked at him and ripped it up in his face, FUCK YOU I shouted.

“No boy I think it is you who is fucked, especially when I tell them you ripped your own clothes off and these two back me up.

In the morning at revallie when we all have stand up and be counted I stood there butt naked my cock was rigid as I stepped out behind the others and began walking down the corridor.

YOU BOY STAND STILL shouted one of the guards. I stood still the queue stopped behind me.

Number

20376

“wheres your uniform?”

“Ripped up in the cell “

“Why!!!”

“Cause someone ripped it off me Sir”

“Who.”

“Not saying Sir”

“TELL ME BOY”

“No sir otherwise worse things will happen to me I am sure.” Wheres your card, ripped up in the Cell Sir.

“Why!!!”

Well Sir I got pissed off when the person who ripped off my suit handed it to me and I ripped it up.

“STEP OUT OF THE LINE NOW!”

I did as I was ordered.

“Face the wall boy!”

I did as I was told he handcuffed me and then once everyone was in breakfast he led me to the Wing Supervisor.

I stood before his desk naked my cock still rock hard.

The guard explained what had happened, and the supervisor tried to get me to tell him but I refused saying that I would most likely get beaten if I Snitched again.

“If you wont tell me then we will give you 3 strikes and send you to the warden.”

“Then Sir that is what you will have to do.”

Very well boy you had your chance, with that I was led out of the wing and over to the offices near the gates of the SDC in there was a series of offices, one for the CDM which we passed, and at the far end the warden.

By now the supervisor had filled out a report, the Warden questioned me for about an hour before giving up and telling me that as I would not tell him, then I would be held responsible for it, there for on a per item basis, boiler suit one strike, underwear one strike, and ripping up my card one strike I now had three strikes and subject to wardens punishment.

20376 you are sentenced to the following. 20 strokes of the cane for lying to the prison staff.

7 days in shackles for reaching 3 strikes

If you want to rip up your issued clothing then you can stay naked for all I fucking care, this is a prison not a welfare center for wayward slaves.

Place your hands on my desk and bend over.

He then drew his cane of the desk and caned my arse 20 times.

Finished he ordered me to leave the Supervisor and the guard were waiting with the shackles

The fitted them to me and hand me walk back with them they kept pressuring me to hurry which was difficult in the Leg irons and wrist shackles.

When we got back to the wing I was informed by the Supervisor I was going to move from basic cleaning tasks to the labour section to carry out tasks around the Detention Centre or the STC establishment as a whole.

So it was I was moved to the Labour team and had to carry out tasks like digging garden plots for the gardeners or moving heavy logs sometimes they would have us planting out in the gardens or perhaps shifting furniture from one room to the next, during the night I was subjected to further abuse from the three in the cell and one of the night guards, after a further 7 days I decided enough was enough, I knew the next day I was working near one of the walls with one of the guards who was a bit Lax and lazy who often lazed about on the road rather than up close to us where we working on the mud.

I had been working the same place on and off for the last few days and I had noticed that wall could be scaled, I just needed a good run up.

This guard, like others would remove my shackles when I was working and put them back on when I was finished for the day.

I decided, that tomorrow was the day and I would do it around 3 when he was normally leaning against the wagon we pulled our tools on, or sitting on it.

I was not going to stay here, I would escape, I didn’t care anymore I would make my way to the nearest town and beg on the streets, I would hitch hike back to kent and try and get help from some of my friends, I was not willing to stay here and be treated like this.

The next morning I shuffled along in my shackles to breakfast and then joined the work party I was on, and started the shuffle to the plot we were working, as expected around mid afternoon our guard was sitting on the cart and day dreaming I took my chance I took a run and jump and got hold of the wall and hauled myself over to the shouts and hoots of the other slaves.

I heard the guard shouting for me to get back but I kept running through the wood that lay behind the wall, after a short while I heard a claxon in the distance I knew that was to warn the residents of the STC there had been an escape I started to look for a hiding place when I noticed a thick bushy area I crawled under the bush as far in as I could get and found a small clearing of sorts in the middle it was only a meter or so wide, but enough to hide in.

I stayed there I heard voices and footsteps several times during the next few hours, I decided there and then that whilst I was now out I would need to get some clothes before I headed towards the town.

Once it was pitch black I crept slowly back towards the STC and followed the wall round till I found a spot where I could get over the wall, I scrambled over the wall and found myself near the main building, I went around the side of the main building to a courtyard at the rear which I had never seen before, but inside the courtyard was a god send there was a washing line, and on it were some clothes, I wasted no time I slid into the court yard and grabbed the clothes putting them on I ran back to the wall and hopped over the wall where I had got in and I headed back into the wood, and started making my way to the far side, when I got to the far side I found a small country road which I decided to start following away from the direction of the STC as I started off I heard a motor from an engine coming from behind me and the direction of the STC I quickly ducked into a ditch at the side of the road and stayed out of site.

A little way up the road the Minibus that had passed me stopped and everyone got out and started to line up. Shit I thought they are doing a sweep of the area. I quickly scurried back into the wood and found a hiding place.

Whoever was searching was being methodical they were moving through the wood searching I realiased they were doing a detailed search of every thicket and bush so I decided to move out of my hiding spot and try and work my round the searchers.

I realised quickly that the ones in the minibus must have been one of many as I tried to follow the line to the end from a distance it covered the whole wood, I decided to move backwards towards the wall and then navigate around the wall and try and get out then suddenly I was grabbed from behind.

“Who are you.”

My name is Peter I said lying.

“I don’t think so, do you.”

With that I set off sprinting to the sound of a whistle blast I dodged around trees changed direction, I could here rustling in the back ground and then suddenly my legs stopped moving and I was falling hard to the ground.

I was quickly cuffed and my legs restrained before being hauled by 5 or 6 men back to a Van which they loaded me on the back and drove back to the STC.

I had escaped for no more than 12 or 13 hours and I was back and in deep trouble, I just did not know how much trouble yet.

I was unloaded and tied between two posts on a patio at the back of some bungalow in the grounds of the ST, and left until daylight.

I was scared about what was going to happen next, I really didn’t know, no one knew where I was outside the IMA, they could do anything to me, I began to cry.

What you crying about boy, you worried what is going to happen to you, or are you still saying you are peter smith.

“My Name is peter smith” I said.

“Look boy don’t lie it will only make things worse, you have a lot of people really pissed off with you at the moment.”

“What is your number.”

What number my National Insurance Number I don’t know it off the top of my head.

“You know what number tell us now.”

I don’t know what number you are talking about.

I was rock hard again the fact I was being dominated in this way was making me hard, they could see it through the ¾ lengths I had stolen.

“Gag him rob”

A ball gag was forcibly inserted into my mouth and then one of guys ripped the bottoms off me and then my top.

He picked up a whip from the floor and said “You going to tell me your number boy nod for yes.

I just stared at him.

My eyes were welling up.

“Its going to hurt you more than me boy.”

With that he went behind and started to whip my arse and back, the other guy waited till he stoped and then bound my balls and looped the rope through an eyehole in the patio and pulled it tight.

The guy who seemed to be in charge asked again. I was in pain, but I wasn’t going to give in.

Then I heard a voice that I recognised it was Adams. 20376 you are a fucking slave and you have attempted to escape you little shit.

Boy give me that whip, Adam administered another 20 or so lashes before saying, take him to the holding cells and have him shipped to the IMA for a hearing he is going to fucking get it from me I tell you.

“Yes Sir” said one of the boys they tightly chained my wrists to a metal collar and left only a few inches of slack between my ankles so I had to shuffle painfully slowly the 500 meters or so to the holding cages in the SDC, they put me in the one next to the guard who I had escaped from, he was naked and collared like all the others in the cells, he looked at me and said if your still in the SDC when I finish my sentence I am going to make your life hell boy I tell you.

SHUT UP in there.

We were kept in the holding cages until the Next IMA Meeting which was two weeks away, as I was marked as a flight risk I was not allowed to excercise I was hauled out of my Cage once a day for it to be cleaned.

On the Friday Morning we were all loaded into the van and shipped to the IMA Club where again I found myself being prepared for a Discipline case against, me except this time I deserved it, worse still I was considered a flight risk so was bound severly tightly on my knees so I couldn’t move.

First up for discipline was the guard he was charged with laziness and dereliction of his duties he had already pleaded guilty.

In respect of you honesty said the CDM I am sentencing you to a public spanking in the STC, but no slaves in the SDC are present, and demoting to you to grade 1 stable hand in the SDC which means you will return to internal guard duties until you prove your self.

“Yes Sir, thank you sir.”

“Release him and send him away.”

The Master of Ceromonies announced the hearing for slave 20376.

The CDM asked who was charging me and Adam Stood from the punishment committee and stepped forward.

“I am as he is my slave.”

I am charging him for the following.

4 counts of disobeying a direct order.

1 Count of Escape from slavery.

1 Count of Escape from the SDC

1 Count of disrespect to a master.

2 counts of lying.

How does the slave plead.

“I am not a fucking slave.”

Well the CDM said thats 2 counts of disrespect gag that fuckers mouth someone, my mouth was promptly gaffer taped shut.

“Adam do you wish the slave to be released from his contract if he gets the most severe punishment.”

“No I want him retrained, humiliated and taught a fucking lesson.”

Very well, we will consider the slaves outburst as a plea of not guilty.

They had a brief discussion and the CDM stood.

20376 you will not be released from your contract at your masters wishes, however escape is a serious charge, to this end your sentence is as follows.

1. 50 lashes 25 for each escape to be carried out by Adam at the STC in front of all those present, including SDC residents.

2. Reorientation under the direction of a senior discipline master, this will happen until such a time as the master feels you are fit as a slave.

3. Loss of all time served.

4. Loss of status as a slave and returned to the status of apprentice slave.

5. No Reassessment for one year.

6. Loss of all privalages including the right to a roof over your head you will be caged like the animal you want to be treated like.

7. One month as an STC Guard Dog.

8. Two Weeks Humilation to be directed by me.

Due to your current state of mind you have no choice you will be punished in this manner.

As I was still considered a flight risk I was thrown straight in a cage on wheels where my binds were cut free but not the gag.

I was loaded in a small estate van of some description and driven straight back to the STC.

I was promptly tied to the cross in the main hall of the STC and left there I had not eaten in 24 hours.

In the morning I could hear the slaves being positioned behind me and then the CDM read out my crime and punishment and Adam Began.

Adam did not hold back my back arse, thighs were all systematically whipped I was howling in pain and begging for him to stop which he did briefly to change arms. Finally he stopped I was a weeping mess on the cross by then.

I was quickly gathered up by two burly stable hands and dragged off, out into a pen, with a caged roof and a solid metal open cell door, no toilet, no way of getting food, and a cold concrete floor.

“Welcome to your new home bitch, enjoy it, we will take you to your trainer tomorrow so he can break you in.”

With that they left.

The next day I was dragged out by three Stable hands and half dragged half marched into a room in the Induction wing.

Unlike the first time I was here where I got to sit down my arms were bound above my head and a lycra hood placed over my head and then Nipple clamps attached I then felt my legs and body being tightly bound, I knew then and there that who ever was going to brake me meant business.

I could not see through the mask, but I could hear and speak all though it probably was muffled.

I felt something brush across my back which was still painfull from the punishment, then I felt something across my balls, and then the nipple clamps were tugged.

“You awake in there boy.”

“Let me go.”

“Oh no boy I am going to break you and turn you back into a little fag slave boy like you should be, now do you want to say “Sir this Slave Submits” or not.

“NO!!! PISS OFF!”

“Ok I felt something being fitted to my balls suddenly they were being stretched.”

“How about now?”

I remained silent

He waited and then I felt more weight go on what must of been a parachute.

Just tell me when boy.

I said nothing I was clenching my teeth though to stop from crying out.

Shortly after another weight went on the parachute.

“Ok Boy I will be back in a little while until then you think about it.”.

With that I heard the door slam shut and I was in total darkness I did not know if some one was there or not, but I was determined not to break.

The master came back periodically and added weights to the balls or pulled hard at the clamps, then he changed the clamps for harder and heavier ones I cried out.

Then I felt something being inserted in my arse I heard it being pumped up until I was moaning.

Suddenly I felt myself being forced to kneel and then the mask was taken off, but the master was wearing one so I couldn’t see who it was.

He got a metal mouth gag which he adjusted so my mouth was open wide, and could receive cock.

I want every slave in the STC to fill that mouth with cum, then I want him hoisted and left all night in pain, he is not to be allowed to sleep, or eat, he is allowed 2 liters of water.

“Yes Sir”

And so it was over the next two hours I was face fucked by every slave possible then to add to my humiliation some of the stable lads from the SDC came up and pissed on me for no other reason than they could. Finally the stable hand carried out his orders and refitted the Mask and then with one other frog marched me away still with the clamps and the cbt swinging around when we got to where we were going I was bound first by the arms then by the legs so that I was off the ground then I felt the weight released from my balls by them to be pulled along with by nipples being weighed down.

I was now in pain and grunting and moaning.

These guys knew how to make me hurt and how to degrade me and this was only the first day and already I was regretting my decision to disobey a master and to try and escape.

If it even looked as if my head was dropping someone would pull on the chain weighing my nipples down.

I was outside I knew that from the breeze and I knew we had walked off of the tarmac onto a gravel track then mud then what I assumed was grass.

With the mask on I just had no idea where I was I remained there all night and during the day my “Trainer” punished me there before having me moved back to the block, were I was chained to a wall and then fitted with a funnel mask, I was again to be the slave toilet, but this time I was not to be released until the trainer said so, even if I begged to be released.

And so the first day was a relief the second boredom, and the returned taste of nothing but piss, by the third day I stank and my own piss was all around me, I had, had enough.

I started “Calling out in a muffled way through the funnel “This Slave wishes to serve the IMA and any master who owns me please let this slave go.”

I knew I was beat, my will to fight was gone I knew I had no choice but to submit

But I was not released for ages and ages it must of been days but could of been hours who knows.

Finally the mask was removed and the master said to me.

“Boy I want you to prove to me you are truely submitting, I am going to take you to a club and then in front of everyone we are going to stick a BIG Dildo up your hole and I want you to stand with it in there for as long as I tell you.

If anyone asks you why you are just standing there with a dildo up your arse, you will answer my master ordered me to show the world I am a big prick.

Is that clear.

“Yes sir.”

“Good well go next door and prepare your self.”]

I showered and shaved my self all over, cleaned my teeth and moth washed a few times and then came out, “Put this on” demanded a stable hand it was a rubber jock and a harness which he fitted he then had me put on some big doc marten boots.

Right boy come with me.

We went outside and there was a car.

“Sit in the back”.

I did as I was told he then got another slave who sat on the other side of the car he was dressed normally whilst all I looked like the submissive that I was, to my surprise I was not cuffed but I guessed the child lock was on as well so I wasn’t going anywhere.

We stopped at a few places on the way down deliberately so I had to just sit in the car so people could see me.

On Arrival we parked outside the club and the stable hand let us both out he led me and the other slave inside and then told the other slave where to go and then had me wait in the lobby facing the wall whilst he changed.

Once he was changed he led me inside and we looked round until he found Adam.

Now boy get on that platform and kneel I did as I was ordered.

I was pleased to see Adam until he said, now boy lets see if you can follow my order from earlier with that I felt him lubing my arse.

Grab hold of that stable hand.

With that he started working the dildo up my arse further and further I was moaning and crying in Pain.

Now boy cletch your cheeks and stand up.

I want you to stand there for a minimum of two hours without letting it drop out of your arse.

“Yes Sir” I mummered my arse was already burning as the dildo was so large, it felt as if it was right into my stomach.

I stood tenderly cletching my buttocks, I could not stand fully as it was just to much and I was hunched over.

Several people asked me why I was just standing there with a dildo up my arse and I explained exactly as my master had told me.

The club was busy and he left me there for ages my arse constantly trying to squeeze the dildo out I had to force myself not to lose control finally Adam returned he pulled the dildo out gently and ordered me to my knees.

With that he stripped off everything and had me led back to a van where I was loaded into a cage on the back and returned to the STC, but instead of the Main wing we stopped at the inner security fence where I was let out remaining on my knees I was sent to the dog handler. “This is 20376 he is to be one of yours for the next 4 weeks.”

Ok very good.

The dog handler signed some paper work and took the lead he led me into his kennels and placed me in a cage.

“Ok Boy you are now a guard dog, you will patrol the grounds between the inner and outer fence during the day or patrol the grounds with one of my handlers, you will not speak only bark if some one is in between the fence or if ordered to you will chase after someone.

You will be expected to behave like a dog at all times, you will never be expected to speak for the duration of your stay as a guard dog.

You will go out in the morning.

And so it was with another “Guard dog” I was released into the barrier fences to patrol.

This I did for two whole weeks, we were hosed down by two slaves at the end of each day as well as have our beards shaved.

For the next two weeks I was given to one of the stable hands as his own pup to handle and he had me running around chasing nothing more than a rustle in the bushes or a stick.

I was knackered by the time my 4 weeks as a guard dog was over and I knew that worse was to come one I spent the next two weeks being humiliated.

I was returned to the IMA Club on the Friday evening and made to stand in the middle of the dining tables naked with no collar I had to look down at the floor and no where else.

The Chief Discpline master stood.

20376 I see you have submitted to your rightfull place in life, as part of your punishment there is to be two weeks of humiliation, and that starts now.

You will lay in a rubber pool all night and will be pissed over all night by slaves and masters alike.

You are to thank each one for pissing on you.

And so it was for the whole night I was laying there being pissed on at the end of the night I was taken and bound in the slaves quaters with a label saying “Urinal” over my neck I was ordered to be exactly that.

In the morning I was taken from the slaves quaters to an office on the first floor of the building, I had not been in this bit before, it was a professional office layout with Desks and Cubicles, I was taken to a corner office and ordered to kneel.

The CDM came in with someone else he looked at me an said, 20376 for the rest of your humiliation I am putting you in some very capable hands, look around, I looked around and saw to my horror the Stable hand I had escaped from he was dressed in a business suit.

Well boy, first we have to get you cleaned and shaved, I think I am going to do this all my self.

Follow me, but on all fours.

I got down on my hands and knees and followed the stable hand.

He led me through the entire office area taking me round all the occupied offices where he asked if the guys, they were all guys would like to get sucked off by me, most agreed, those that didn’t were offered the chance to fuck me or spank me, some fucked me others just spanked me hard 10 or so times.

Satisified that I was suitably humiliated he then led me back into the main IMA area where he took me to the basement hosed me down and then shaved me smooth with a manual razor having me stand there with out moving all the time until he was satisfied, with that he gave me an adidas swim suit. Put that on, I did as I was told along with some trainers he threw at me we then set out for a run along to the river about half way along he he had me stop on a busy bridge and stand there in just the swimsuit, I was embarssed but my cock was rigid to my horror when I looked down there was a damp patch around the top, we set off again after several minutes turning into a wood where after going deep into the woods he turned off the main track and we went just into the wood a little way at this point he produced some handcuffs and cuffed me to a tree, making sure I could be seen from the path.

From there he walked off he was gone some time, I knew I could be seen from the path and several people did walk past a couple pointed and laughed a young lad of about 17 came over to me and said, you seem to be a bit tied up.

“Just a little sir” I replied.

“Sir, Sir he laughed I aint no fucking sir, I tell you what though lets make it a little more embarssing for you, with that he grabbed my cock through the lycra he started stroking it and kept going I knew what was going to come next and I could feel my balls constrict and then release I came into the speed suit with cum showing threw the suit.

The boy laughed said to me to have fun and walked off.

The stable hand appeared and laughed even better boy, you have to run back like that now, come on lets head back. So we did through the wood and along the river path before turning onto the streets which were a lot busier than when we left and my clothing attracted a lot of looks.

We returned to the IMA’s club via the rear entrance and he ordered me to strip outside in the middle of the yard he then threw me a hoody and tracksuit bottoms and told me to get in the car.

Doing as I was ordered I got into the car we drove around for a little while until we came to an estate where there was a brick building that was surrounded by trees and with a few cars in the car park, he had me get out of the car walk over to the wall nearest what appeared to be the entrance, he then pulled down my tracksuit bottoms exposing my arse and cock to the world.

Now boy, you can stand there until I call you. With that my legs started to shake and quiver I was exposed in a public place if these people see me they might call the police, I was in big trouble if they did.

I stood there for ages I felt like I was going to wet myself with fear, I was almost in tears at the thought, my cock was varying from soft to hard depending on what I thought about, if I thought about how I was it would go hard, but if I thought about being arrested in seemed to shrivel for a shortwhile, before the idea of jail sprung to mind.

Finally the stable hand called me over.

“DONT Pull your trackies up just walk over with them round your ankles boy” He said. I shuffled as fast as I could eager not to fall flat on my face. We returned to the IMA club where I was locked in a cage in the middle of the bar for the night naked.

The next day the humiliation continued.

He woke me had me shower and shave, he then picked the clothes for me to wear today.

“Today Boy we are going to take a walk around the sites of London, and you boy are going to wear exactly what I pick for you.”

“Yes Sir.”

With that he pointed me to a pile of clothes in the corner put them on   There was a pair of white lycra shorts a t-shirt and a pair of trainers.

With that we headed for the rear exit of the club, just as we got to the door he told me to get my self hard.

I stroked my cock through the shorts, and it sprung to attention.

Satisfied we set off.

We took the tube to oxford street where he had me walk into various stores, we then walked down through Soho, and other places every now and then he would have me get my cock hard again in public, the problem was I was generally hard anyway so my cock was dribbling precum and this was embaressing I really didn’t know what to do.

We ended up in hyde park, and here he added the icing on the cake.

He had me sit facing him and a row of bushes and rub my cock through the lycra until I came, when I shot my load my cock exploded with cum, I looked down at my shorts and could see the damp patch.

Satisified I was ordered to walk around the park, a couple of times I was propersitioned by some men, and I had to tell them to ask the stable hand this was embarrassing finally as the afternoon began to draw to a close and rush hour start we headed back to the tube, he had me stand in the door way of the tube making sure I always faced the opening door of the tube with my cum stained shorts in view. I was bright red and in tears.

Finally we reached our stop and we got off I had never been so glad to get to the IMA club until instead of going inside he did something that I could not believe and still cant till this day he ordered me to strip and then even though the IMA rear entrance can be seen from a number of buildings he bound me to two posts naked all night.

In the morning he collected me and had me showered before he told me we were returning to the STC for the remainder of my humiliation.

The next two weeks were just plain humiliation to one degree or another, with the final week being bound outside the main entrance to the STC door completely naked so that anyone could see me.   On the last day I was released and taken to a wash room where I was ordered to shower and shave completely with the final touch being that I had my hair on my head shaved completely bald.

Once finished I was given some clothes to wear and taken by car all the way back to Sevenoaks and Adam. We arrived at adams and he was not in so the stable hand who transported me there ordered me out of the car and stripped naked and then left.

I was now naked outside of Adam’s house waiting for him to come back which he did later that day.

He reattached a collar and then some bondage mits and led me to a tree where a chain was already looped round it. This boy is where you are going to stay until I am sure you have truely learnt your lesson, unless I use the words “You may speak” you are to say nothing only bark or act like a dog, you will eat, sleep and play out here, here is a dog’s chew toy every time I come out you are to play with the toy and continue to play with it unless I tell you otherwise. If you make a mistake or fail in this simple task you will be punished.

So it began he left me out there with nothing but this chew toy and a bowl of food and water.

He would come out every so often and just stand and watch me play with this chew toy, a few days later I heard a number of cars pull up on the drive and Adam came out and lit the BBQ I immediately played with the chew toy and kept playing with all the time that Adam was outside shortly after he had lit the bbq other people came into the garden, I did not know who they were all dressed in street clothes some looked over at me and laughed others just ignored me until one of them came over and tried to take the chew toy from my mouth and I wrestled with them until they yanked it out of my teeth and threw it I went off to get it but could not reach because the chain was to short.

Adam came over and stuck the toy in my mouth and ordered me to sit there and not to move until all his guests had gone which I did just sitting there like the dog he had me act like He refilled the water bowl and left me outside the next morning he came out threw a jock at me and a boxers head protector and then removed the mitts he then removed the chain and had me follow him out the back gate which he unlocked, once out side he had me stand up and then he had me start running following him whilst still on the lead, after a shortwhile he had me run in front and he ordered me not to let the lead go slack, otherwise he would punish me, and he would every so often he would slap me if it went slack finally he got bored and had be get to my knees and do some situps and press-ups and some other excercises before having me crawl back to the house. Once back at the house he locked the back gate and had me kneel waiting by the gate. He then came back out with some cuffs, cuffing my hands behind my back he then proceeded to cane my arse several times. When he finished he had me stand and then he opened the gate and had me step outside the gate which he locked behind me, I will come get you later boy. Now this gate led out on to a foot path, I didn’t know how regularly it was used, but I had heard people walking behind the house a few times and I now knelt there naked apart from a Jock strap with my wrists cuffed behind me.

I was so embaressed, but yet my cock was rock hard aching for release.

I stood there praying no one would come along the path my arse was stinging from the caning and I wished I could do something about it.

A while later I heard the gate go and I was ordered to follow Adam back in, this time he led me to a set of stairs downwards, I had seen them before and swept them and knew they led to a heavy metal door.