My First Master: Chapter 3

As we neared the end of term he mentioned that he was trying to persuade his wife to visit her mother before christmas and if she did he would have the house to himself for a weekend. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. A whole weekend with him! He drove me up on the Friday evening stopping for a meal so it was approaching 10 o'clock when we got to his house. He told me immediately to go to his study, undress and kneel ready for him. Although I knew where it was Id never been in his study before and as I knelt waiting I looked around. There was a desk, smaller than the one in his office, a leather upholstered chair with arms pulled into the desk alcove, some filing cabinets and a couple of very solid looking wooden chairs. A computer screen and keyboard stood on a trolley with the PC and printer on a shelf beneath. He came in closing the door behind him and immediately unlocked several of the drawers in his desk placing on the desk in front of me a frightening collection of "toys".

I looked aghast at a set of handcuffs, a collar, some leather straps attached to a stainless steel bar, nipple clamps, padlocks, weights and a couple of wooden paddles. He went to the filing cabinet, unlocked a drawer marked "confidential" and pulled out several canes which he added to the pile on the desk. He smiled as he saw me paling as I surveyed what was lying there. "It will arouse me to see my little boy discomforted when I tease his tender body with some of these." He teased my nipples with the cane, then my cock which was standing out so hard I thought it would burst a blood vessel.

He buckled a collar round my neck and cuffed my hands behind my head attached to the back of it. He told me I could use the safe word at any time and he would stop but I wouldn't be allowed any pleasure. I was a jelly of fear but I wanted to cum so much I let him amuse himself with me. He stopped each time I begged with fear but as soon as I'd got control of myself again he re-started till I was wet with sweat and shaking in terror again. Several times he stopped to let me suck him and each time I thirstily drank every drop he shot into my begging mouth. My body ached from being contorted into whatever position gave him delight. Those sensitive parts of my body were raw from the loads placed on them or from the spanking with paddles of the caning. Many times I begged him to fuck me before he finally bent me over the desk and gave my sobbing body what it longed for. Although it still hurt when he stretched me, less than the first time, I revelled in the relief that he would now, or so I believed, let me rest and inflict no more pain.

Sure enough he packed the toys away and led me upstairs. He took me into the shower room and washed and dried me carefully before leading me into his bedroom, still with my hands cuffed to the back of the collar. He pushed me down by the bed. "If I wake in the night I will call you to pleasure me" he said quietly "you will be unable to pleasure yourself, you will only be able to pleasure me." He woke up several times and each time I heard a gruff voice command me to do what he wanted. My own cock was throbbing and when I awoke in the morning I have never been so hard but could do nothing to satisfy my aching need.

In the morning we showered and he laughed at my rigid member before going downstairs and coming back with a bag of ice cubes. He packed these around my cock till it shrunk enough for him to lock me into a cock cage before un cuffing my hands but leaving the collar in place round my neck.. "That will stop my little boy wanking till Master says he can". I helped him prepare the drinks and snacks for the visitors he clearly expected. He was obviously enjoying my nakedness as he regularly stroked my body and I shamefully got a thrill each time he did but I winced to as it made my cock strain again in the tight constriction of its restraining cage. He said the first guests would arrive any time after 6 pm and as that time approached I hesitantly asked to get dressed. He laughed and said that the cage and the collar were all I would be wearing that night.

The door bell went and I was dispatched with a crimson blush to show the visitor in and give him a glass of sherry. This was repeated until siix men were present, a couple of whom had brought boys of about my age. I gave the men glasses of sherry and showed the boys into the spare room to undress and rejoin us, naked, downstairs. My Master had put on some music and the other 2 boys were dancing with a couple of the men. A guy asked me to dance but I made the excuse that I had to keep the drinks flowing. I noticed that from time to time one or both the boys would disappear for a while with one or more of the men. I guessed what they were up to and wondered if my Master would take me somewhere but he didn't. A couple of the men tried to persuade me to "go somehwere private" with them but I refused even though I was flattered. I became adept at avoiding the attempts to grope me even though a few times I was cornered and couldnt stop the hands wandering all over me. About 10 pm people started to drift away and by midnight I was just left with my Master and one guy, in fact one who had made a couple of attempts to get me to go with him. I really wished he would go too as I was sure once we were alone my Master would want to use me and if I pleased him I would be allowed to cum at long last.

My Master and Richard (I'd discovered that was his name) sat on the settee and my Master told me puzzlingly to kneel in front of them. "Well now," he said "tell me how david has done this evening." I listened while Richard recounted how several men had asked me to go to a private room with them and how he himself had tried several times to get me alone, how each time someone had tried to grope me I'd slipped away. I smiled and glowed inwardly imagining myMaster's satisfaction at my faithfulness to him. His voice was hard and his face stern! "Oh dear, oh dear oh dear", david, what DID you think you were doing?" I stammered a reply "b....but............." then shut up blushing crimson. Master continued "do you not realise that a sub's sole role in life is to give whatever pleasure to anyone his Master chooses,....hmmm? "Richard, what punishment do you suggest"

Richard grinned and thought carefully before replying "well, if we said one stripe of the cane for each time he rejected a reasonable request that would be at least 20 stripes!" I gasped remembering the six I'd had and how that was as much as I could bear. "Maybe we could substitute 5 strokes for a kilogramme weight somewhere sensitive" My Master chuckled, "aaahhh, david can carry 500 g on each nipple and he has taken a Kg from his balls so that would equal 10 strokes". He disappeared and came back from his study carrying nipple clamps, a padlock and various weights. They made me stand while they each snapped a nipple clamp onto my tender flesh bringing tears to my eyes. I moaned as they hung a 500g weight from each one. "Legs apart" they ordered and snapped a padlock round my balls under the cock cage. I sobbed as they hung a 1Kg weight from where no man should carry such a load then stood back to admire their handiwork.

They made me help to clear away the glasses and trays of snacks laughing as I waddled uncomfortably around moaning as my nipples twinged or my balls ached. They kept reminding me about the 10 strokes still to come. Finally they took me into the study and my Master handed the cane to Richard telling him to spare no effort, Richard teased the weights on my nipples with the cane, made me stand legs apart and then poked the weight on my balls so it swung and made me gasp. "Of course I might, just might, reduce the strokes on one condition" he said "would you like that". I nodded, remembering the pain last time. My Master chuckled as I guess he knew what was coming. "Stand on the chair" said Richard. I climbed up painfully and stood perched precariously waiting for further instructions. "Now, hands on head" he said, "Ill take off one stroke for each time you can jump off!"

I put my hands on my had, clenched my fists, gritted my teeth thinking this can't be too bad and jumped. The pain in my groin was like a dagger stabbing up my inside, I shrieked in agony and collapsed to the floor grabbing the weight to ease the gut wrenching agony in my balls. As I sagged the throbbing ache pierced my tender tits and my nipples burned like fire. "Hmm," said Richard, Ill count that one but dont drop to your knees or grab your balls next time." I struggled back onto the chair feeling sick, and put my hands on my head, did I have the courage to stand that pain again. I thought of those 10 strokes and jumped. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH. I nearly passed out I felt the room swaying and tasted blood in my mouth as I realised Id bitten my lip in pain. "Please" I said "I....I'm going to wet myself". If you do" said Richard sadistically," thats another 5 strokes." I nodded and climbed back on the chair. Twice more I jumped but the second time I collapsed sobbing in pain.

They helped me to my feet and positioned the two chairs near the desk. They made me spread my legs wide to stand one foot on each and I whimpered pitifully thinking they were going to make me jump off again. They bent me over so I was on all fours with my hands on the top of the desk. I groaned as the weights swung and my tortured tits and balls took the full strain. Richard selected a cane and stroked my buttocks gently with it. I heard the swish and shrieked in pain as he landed it with all his strength across my exposed backside. Again I nearly passed out and hardly heard him say "just six more!". I screamed aloud at the second and felt the room spinning, I heard a swish again and heard myself scream a third time then found myself falling and felt that agonising stab in my belly and chest as the weights came on my tender bits! They helped me back onto the chair and my Master steadied me sobbing as I heard the swish and felt the stinging blow again.

Somehow I got thro it and felt gentle hands unsnapping the clamps and unlocking the padlock and I experienced the wonderful relief for a few seconds before the tingling started as the blood flowed back into my raw nipples. They helped me still sobbing up to the Masters bedroom and I knelt in an exhausted heap as they undressed and presented themselves to me. I sobbed for forgiveness as I sucked each in turn and was reassured when first one then the other filled my mouth with their creamy spunk. My Master tossed me to tube of gel and I bent over obediently fingering my hole with a generous gob of lube to get myself ready for them. Oh god that was good as first one then the other fucked me. They kept swapping to make it last but finally they'd both shot their load and I felt gentle hands lifting me onto the bed and covering me with the duvet. I felt them climb in either side of me before sleep closed my eyes until late the next day.