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Tales from the Dungeon

The Golden Mask

By Rob Allie

Part 1

"Oh shit! What have I done now?" Ricky Doolittle thought to himself as he climbing out of his wet trunks.

Ricky was a member of the Ingleside Swim team. Ricky along with four other members of the team had an excellent chance of qualifying for the Olympics in two years time.

Coach Stevens worked them unmercifully, but he was hardest on Ricky, simply because Ricky had such a submissive nature and was also the hardest working member of the team.

Ricky Doolittle was a very deceiving young man. At 19 he stood 5' 8" weighing in at 175 lbs. of solid muscle. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere on his young, hairless body. He looked like he could tear you apart with one hand tied behind his back but he was as gentle as a new born lamb.

Ricky was a big hit with the girls and he never went without a date, although the coach was always on his case about women.

"They sap a man's strength, Ricky." was Coach�s favorite taunt.

"If you worked half as hard in the pool as you do fucking the broads you would be the top fucking swimmer in California."

Ricky just took the taunts, never answering back. Everyone thought he was a bit of a wimp actually.

Coach had been particularly hard on him today. After two solid hours of swimming lengths Ricky was dog-tired.

"I want you here for 6 AM, tomorrow." Coach growled when Ricky stuck his head in the door. "Now hit the showers."

"Yes Coach." he replied and returned to the dressing room.

Ricky arrived at his small bachelors apartment at just after 7 PM. He lived alone, his parents had been killed in a traffic accident three years ago and they had left him a tidy nest egg. His father's financial counselor, who also happened to be a boyhood friend, had taken Ricky under his wing when the boy�s parents were killed. With the counselors advice the inheritance was invested well and Ricky received a tidy income from those investments.

He had lived with his aunt Matilda until he came of age and the trust fund holding his inheritance became his. That was eleven months ago when he turned eight-teen.

He had just closed the door to his apartment when there came a knocking. He returned to the door and opened it only to find no one there.

He looked up and down the hall but it was empty and very quiet. He started to step out into the hall when his foot hit something hard.

He looked down and there at his feet was a wooden crate. It was square and seemed to be about a foot and a half by a foot and a half in size.

Ricky bent over and picked it up. The box was not all that heavy and he lifted it easily. He noticed right away that there was a card taped to the top with his name on it. He reentered his apartment, kicking the door closed with the toe of his left foot.

He carried the box into his small kitchen and placed it on the table. Picking up the card he read:

Hello Ricky.

My name is Seb, we met about a year ago, you probably don't remember. But I was very impressed by your swimming abilities and we talked for quite sometime.

During our discussion you mentioned that you were interested in ancient artifacts. Well I came across this one and thought of you right away. I bought it in a flea market in the orient.

Would you please have a look at it and let me know what you think.

One thing though, this mask belongs to me and me alone. You are not to put it on under any circumstance. The old man I bought it from told me that it has magical properties. The wearer can see the future when he puts it on. That's a load of bunk, but just the same, do not put the mask on.

I will call you tomorrow and we can make arrangements to meet and you can return the mask.

Your friend,

Seb.

Ricky couldn't help but smile. Of course the mask could not see the future. Only a fool would believe otherwise. He looked closely at the box and saw that it had four screws on the top. He kept a small screwdriver in the utility draw by the sink.

He removed the screws and lifted the top off the box. Inside he found a load of chipped foam. He plunged his hands into the foam and found the mask. It was quite large.

As it emerged it sparkled and reflected the light in the room. The mask was made of metal and was a highly burnished gold in color. It did not have a lot of features, openings for the eyes and two holes in the nose but no mouth opening; rather where the mouth should be was a red, cut and polished stone. It was a full mask in that the whole head went inside it, however when Ricky turned it over the neck hole was not big enough for his head to fit in.

He placed the mask down on the table and as soon as he did he heard a click. The mask opened a crack. The join line which had been invisible when he pulled the mask out of the box ran from ear to ear across the top and was actually hinged at the left ear.

Ricky opened the mask completely. The insides seemed to be lined with a soft velvety material that felt warm and tingly to the touch.

"The wearer would be very comfortable in this mask." he thought to himself.

The urge to try it on hit suddenly and forcefully. But the note had asked him not too.

"But whoever this Seb guy is he wouldn't know if I tried it on." Ricky thought.

He looked around his apartment, it was empty, but what else would you expect, he came home alone.

"What an idiot I am." he said out loud.

Then he picked up the mask. He stared at the insides and had this overwhelming desire again to try it on, regardless of what Seb had asked.

"Shit, I'll just place it over my face to get the feel." he said as he brought the front part of the mask to his face.

He placed his face into the opening. The warm velvety feeling enveloped his face and he felt a stirring between his legs.

"Oh, fuck is this a turn on or what?" he said out loud to himself.

"Fuck yes." he answered.

He had been holding the mask with two hands, one on each side. He let the backside go to reach down and rub his hardening cock. At the same moment the back end of the mask swung forward connecting with the front part and there was an audible click.

The mask had locked on Ricky's head. The erotic feelings running through his body increased. The mask seemed to be some sort of aphrodisiac. His cock was throbbing like it had never throbbed before.

He fumbled trying to get his zipper down and his pants undone. He seemed to be all thumbs and still the erotic feelings running through his young body increased.

He finally got his pants down and kicked them off. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down and kicked them off as well. It only took a second to get his shirt off and head for the bathroom, which had a full-length mirror.

In the bathroom he stood in front of the mirror. The mask shining on his head, his cock bouncing up and down. The sight of his naked, aroused body standing there with just that beautiful gold mask was the sexist thing he had seen in years. His breathing was now extremely shallow and he just had to wank.

He wrapped his right hand around his 7 inch, uncut dick and began a slow wank. He was in a total state of ecstasy. He had never in his young life been so turned on.

It didn't take long before long strings of white boy juice shot out of his cock as he frantically wanked it. Ricky's cum hit the mirror and began to flow down. This only turned him on more and he wanked harder. String after string shot out. The mirror from his waist down was an unholy mess.

Finally his orgasm ended and he moved back from the mirror feeling exhausted. He picked up a towel and whipped his hand and his dick. Then he reached up to try and remove the mask. But he couldn't find the catch to open it.

"How did I open it in the kitchen?" He asked himself.

"Shit, I didn't. It opened itself when I placed it on the table. Oh, fuck! What the hell do I do now?" He mumbled out loud to the empty room.

For the next ten minutes or so he tried everything he could think of to get the mask off, but it wouldn't open. He was beginning to feel the first stages of panic.

Then something happened that really caused him to panic. Little shutters began to close over the eye openings. In less then a second he could not see. He tried to find the joins on the shutters to pull them open but there were none; at least he couldn't feel any.

"What the hell is going on?" He screamed.

"I told you not to put my mask on." A voice suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Huh! Who are you? Where are you?" He called out.

"You were asked not to put the fucking mask on and you did it anyway. Then you even had the fucking nerve to masturbate wearing my mask." The voice accused.

"All I did was hold it up to my face and then it accidentally closed on me." Ricky tried to explain.

"Bull-fucking-shit. You put my mask on and now you must be punished." The voice said in anger.

At the same moment Ricky felt something trying to push into his mouth. He tried to resist it but it was much too strong for him. It was starting to hurt his lips as it pushed them against his teeth, so he opened up. As soon as he did something popped into his mouth and began to grow.

It felt like a sausage as it pushed towards the back of his throat. He tried to scream or cry out but it did no good, the thing was acting like a gag. In fact, what Ricky didn't know was that he was now effectively silenced by a cock gag.

"Now how does that feel asshole. Blind and dumb. You can scream from now till doomsday and no one would hear you. If you want that mask off then you will do exactly as I tell you." the voice said.

"The mask has a small built in camera and I can see in front of you. Until the mask is removed I will be your eyes. If you refuse to obey me the mask has other built in devices which can cause you severe pain and can even gouge out your eyes if I so wish." the voice said and then gave an evil laugh.

"Now I want you to go to your bedroom. Move ahead." the voice ordered.

Ricky didn't know what else to do, so obeyed.

"Now turn slightly right, that�s it. Good straight ahead now. The door is only about five feet from you." the voice instructed.

"You are now passing through the bedroom door. Your bed is straight ahead, fuck you should know where it is from here so go to it, prick." the voice ordered.

Ricky followed the voices commands. He was scared shitless. The mask made him a helpless prisoner of whomever it was that had sent it too him.

"When you get to the bed climb onto it and lay down. You are to stay there until I tell you to get up. I am going to sign off now, but will be back at around 3 AM. At that time I will give you some instructions, which you must follow if you want that mask off. In the mean time, if you do anything to disobey my orders a little swirling knife will poke into each of your eyes and cut them to ribbons. All you have to do to activate them is move your head around. If you don't want to lose your eyes then I would advise you to keep yourself perfectly still. Even the slightest movement could set those knives to twirling. See ya later alligator." the voice said and gave another evil laugh.

Ricky then found himself alone and in total silence. Whoever had fooled him into wearing the mask knew exactly what he was doing. Ricky did not know whether the man was telling the truth about the little knives or not. The eye sockets had those little shutters that the man was able to control, chances were more than good he could carry out his threat. He didn't want to take any chances on loosing his sight, so he lay as still as he could, trembling from fear.

Ricky figured the time was around 8 PM so he would have to remain in the bed and very still for around seven hours.

"This is not going to be much of a fun wait." he thought.

In point of fact within an hour he was very uncomfortable. Holding his neck rigidly still had caused his neck muscles to tighten up and they were beginning to ache.

By hour four his whole body was aching and he desperately wanted to shake out the kinks. But by now he had psyched himself out and was terrified of activating those fucking little knives that would cut his eyes to shreds.

By hour seven he had pissed himself twice and it seemed that every muscle in his body was going into full cramp mode.

"How is my little fucking thief?" the voice suddenly said in his ear.

Ricky was never so happy to hear a voice in his whole life as he was at that moment. He wanted to answer but all that came out was a muffled bunch of nothing. The gag made sure of that.

"Bet your hurting, boy. Well serves you right for stealing my mask. Now if you want that mask off, do exactly as I say. You will not get a second chance. You will know you have failed if those little knives start tearing your eyes to pieces." the voice said.

"Now get your fucking ass up off the bed."

Ricky started to lift himself and let out a muffled cry of pain. He had lain still for so long, his muscles rigidly still, they immediately began to protest his movement. They protested by causing him some pain.

"Ummmph." Ricky moaned in his gag.

The voice laughed in his ear.

"A bit cramped are we? Too fucking bad, get up."

Ricky knew he had no choice, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. His muscles were a bit cramped but he figured they would work loose pretty quick. The most important thing was that the knives stayed wherever it was they were hiding.

"You will now leave your apartment and go downstairs and out to the street. Outside there is a van and you will get in the van. Listen closely to my instructions and I will get you down the stairs with no problems." The voice whispered in his ear.

"But I am still naked." Ricky tried to tell the voice however the gag made that impossible.

He knew he had pants hanging in the closet and he had a fair idea where the closet was so headed towards it.

"Stop! You fucking prick." the voice screamed.

"You go where I tell you. Take another step towards that closet and I will set the knives free. You are coming down here naked and that is that now fucking move your ass, boy." the voice practically screamed at him.

"Naked! I can not go out naked." He tried to tell the voice but nothing came out but a muffled sound. Ricky was scared. He did not want to leave the apartment naked, but it seemed he had no other choice. Afraid of those fucking little knives Ricky obeyed the voice.

The voice led Ricky out of his apartment and down the stairs. At 3 AM there was not much chance that he would meet anyone and the landlord never left many lights on in the hall and stairways at night.

Down stairs the voice directed him to the front door and out into the street. The early morning air was cool on his naked body and he shivered.

Ricky was really scared. Here he was wearing a fucking mask, blind, gagged and naked out on a public street. His only link with safety was a voice whispering in his ear.

The voice had him turn left and start to walk down the sidewalk.

"Where is he taking me?" Ricky wondered.

He didn't have to wonder for long.

"Turn right and walk forward about five paces." the voice instructed.

"Now turn right. Lift your arm up in front of you and move forward until you feel the truck."

"You will find a handle at lower center, just above the license plate, lift up on the handle and pull, the door itself lifts up."

Ricky followed the instructions and got the back of the van open.

"Now crawl up into the van and feel around. You will find a small cage, climb into it. You will have to fold yourself up to fit in completely." the voice instructed.

Again Ricky followed the orders given by the voice. He had just crawled into the cage and was trying to get himself completely in when he felt the door of the cage close. It pushed against the big toe of his left foot and hurt like hell. He screamed out his pain but who the fuck could hear him? No one, that's who.

He could not hear anything going on outside the mask. His captor must have closed the van door because he suddenly felt the van come to life and pull away from the curb.

"I think I am a dead man." Ricky thought.

"This guy is going to kill me. But why, what the fuck did I ever do to him?"

Ricky's imagination began to run wild. He was imagining himself in a muddy field. The guy had a loaded gun placed against his neck and was taunting him, telling him to say his prayers before he pulled the trigger.

All kinds of crazy thoughts ran through his mind during the drive.

It seemed to Ricky that the trip took at least a half hour. The van came to a stop, then began to back up. After it stopped again he felt the vibrations from the engine cease so he knew the vehicle had been turned off.

He also expected the guy to come and get him and take him wherever it was he was going. But that didn't happen. He was stuck in this little cage, unable to move and that is how he stayed for the next five hours.

He was stiff, cold and in pain when he felt a sudden draft. He figured it was the door of the vehicle being opened. He prayed the man would let him out now. He was really sorry he had screwed around with the mask. He wished he had never seen It.

Ricky felt the cage being moved. It was being dragged towards the back of the vehicle. Did that mean the man was not going to let him out. He tried crying out, begging the man to let him out but not a sound escaped from the mask.

At the edge of the van the cage was lifted. Ricky believed there were now two of them. One man could never lift him in this position. He felt the cage lowered and then set down.

Then he was being moved. The cage must be resting on a wagon or something. It was only moved a short distance before it stopped again.

Suddenly an ice-cold stream of water was being directed at him through the bars of the cage. He could not move to avoid the water nor call out to beg them to stop.

The stream was held close and it was under a bit of force. It was moved to different points so it washed almost every part of his body. The worst was when they shoved it between his legs and directed it at his dick and balls.

Besides being cold it hurt like hell. He was screaming and crying inside the mask. Begging them to stop. But they just continued washing him down.

It was a big relief when the cold stream was finally turned off. He was cold but at least it wasn't hurting anymore. He also noticed that the cold had made his aching limbs feel much better then they had before the wash down.

He felt himself being moved again.

"Where to this time?" he wondered.

Not far as it turned out. The wagon stopped and he was lifted up then set down. He had no idea where he was at all. After setting him down they left him alone again.

"Please, dear God." he prayed.

"Please get me out of this. I know I have not been faithful, but I swear, get me out of this and I will be. Please God, help me." he prayed silently.

After what seemed like hours he felt a vibration and knew he was in another vehicle. The vibrations were much different then before, louder, rougher, a truck perhaps. A few moments later it was moving taking him gawd knew where.

Charlie was dozing in his chair in the security office of the Dungeon. The elevator buzzer brought him around instantly. The buzzer alerted him whenever the elevators were descending.

He watched the elevator doors through his window. A few moments later the freight elevator doors opened. Mac, the owner/operator of Mac's delivery service pushed a trolley into the hall. Resting on the trolley was a dog cage and inside a young man in a golden mask.

Mac pushed the trolley up to the door. Charlie pressed the button that released the catch and the door swung open. Mac pushed the cart into Charlie's little security office.

From his jacket pocket he pulled some papers and handed them to Charlie. Charlie looked at the papers, bent down to his desk and signed the top copy. He tore off the bottom copy and gave the top copy back to Mac.

"Just place it up against the wall Mac, Eric will look after it in a few minutes." Charlie said.

"Must be a big party this weekend. This is the fifth one I've delivered this week. This is one of the specials though isn't it?" Mac asked, not expecting an answer.

He was one of the official delivery services used to transport slaves around. Mac had been found in a very, very compromising situation, which could have brought him total ruin. In return for silence and a very attractive fee, Mac had been convinced to sign a long-term contract to transport slaves.

That was three years ago and Mac had not looked back. The contract had proved so lucrative that he didn't have to go searching for other work. Now all he did was haul slaves.

"Yeah, Mac this one is one of the specials." Charlie laughed.

"Wanna coffee, just brewed a pot?" Charlie invited.

"Sure why not. Don't have another pick up until this afternoon." Mac replied.

A few moments later Eric entered the office.

"The NC is here, Eric." Charlie said.

"Give me your card then put it in number one."

Eric reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a red plastic card, much like a credit card and handed it to Charlie. The card permitted access to any part of the Dungeon. However the rules were very explicit. No one, not even Master Kurt, the head honcho, was permitted to enter the cells or the Dungeon with that card when there was an NC in residence.

Eric opened a door just to the left of Charlie's window and pulled out a hand dolly.

"Tilt the cage, will ya Charlie, so I can get the dolly under it?" Eric asked.

Charlie tilted the cage and Eric pushed the flat plate of the dolly under the cage. Charlie set the cage end back down and Eric tilted back on the dolly. The cage lifted up off the floor.

Have you got your hood, Eric? Everyone has to wear the hood whenever we are in his presence after the mask comes off."

"Yeah, I got it. Shit! I hate that fucking hood." Eric replied.

"Tough shit, wear it anyway." was Charlie's response.

Eric wheeled the cage out of the office and down the hall to the cells. Number one cell was a high security cell. Once the door was closed and locked it would take dynamite to get out.

He pushed the cage into the center of the room and set it down. He then unlocked the padlock that kept Ricky locked in. From his pants pocket he pulled out a small black box, similar to a TV remote. Now he knew why Master Sebastian had sent it. The mask was probably sound proof and the poor bugger wearing it could not hear anything.

He pushed in a code then brought the device up close to his lips.

"Ok, boy. The cage is open try working your way out. I know you are probably stiff and sore but if you want relief you must work your own way out. I'll be back in a few minutes." Eric said into the device.

Ricky was so relieved to finally hear a human voice. He had felt all the movements and knew he was being moved around. But no one had spoken a word to him since the man had locked him in the cage early this morning. He wondered what time it was, he knew he had been in that cage for hours, but how many he had no idea.

He tried to get himself out of the cage, but his legs were cramped and hurting like hell. They just would not move no matter how hard he tried to get them too. He finally manage to get his arm down to the calf of his right leg and he gave a push.

The leg straightened out causing the muscle to cramp up a bit. He cried out inside the mask, but the cock gag made sure it went unheard. He rested a minute and then tried the same thing with his left leg. Again a pain shot through the leg but at least they were both now out of the fucking cage.

After resting for a moment he placed both hands down on the floor of the cage and pushed hard. Slowly he managed to get himself out. It was a painful ordeal but it was so good to be free of that small confining space.

Eric had not gone far. In fact he had only stepped out of the cell for a moment and had wheeled back a leather doctors examining couch, bed or table or whatever the hell they called them.

The boy was out of the cage and Eric could see that he was hurting. Why did Sebastian have to treat these NC's so fucking bad. Shit he was going to have to work for at least an hour to get the boys muscles working again.

"Charlie." he called out.

"What is it, Eric." Charlie's voice answered from the ceiling.

"Get Dameon to come in here. I can't lift this guy by myself and he can't get up on his own." Eric said.

"Ok. He will be there in a sec." Charlie answered.

Eric fished in his pants for the device again and brought it to his lips.

"In just a moment we are going to lift you up and place you on an examining table. It may hurt like hell but there ain't anything we can do about it. Once you are on the bed I will give you a good massage to loosen up all those tight muscles. Within an hour or so all the pain will be just a memory. So just hang in there." Eric said softly.

"Got a bad one have ya?" Dameon asked, more a statement then a question, as he entered the cell.

"Ya the poor bastard can barely move and when he does he is cramping up. Grab his feet and we will lift him gently onto the table. He is going to suffer enough this weekend without us adding to it so be careful." Eric answered.

"Ok. But if he is hurting that much it would be easier on him if we pick him up from the side." Dameon said.

"Ok, lets do it that way." Eric replied.

Dameon placed one strong arm under Ricky's ankles and the other just above his knees. Eric placed a hand across Ricky's chest and the other across his abs.

"Ok, Dameon on three. One, two, three." on the third count they lifted together.

They felt a tremble of pain shoot through Ricky's body, but there was not a damned thing they could do about it. They were doing their best to cause him as little pain as possible.

Once they had him up they walked carefully to the bed and set him down.

"This is the part that is really going to hurt." Eric said.

"I want him on his stomach so we have to help him lower his legs."

Eric kept his arms in position while Dameon grasped Ricky's ankles and pulled back. They both heard the very faint cry of Ricky's pain, muffled by the gag and mask, as his legs were stretched out.

"Dameon get your arms beside mine and help him lower himself. I will have to tell him what to do and need my hands to work this device." Eric explained.

As soon as Dameon's arms were in place Eric explained to Ricky that he would have to lower his arms. He told the boy that Dameon would help him down so he could do it slowly.

Ricky started lowering himself. There was still some cramping in his upper thighs and this movement of his upper trunk was not helping. At least whoever was giving him the orders was trying his best to help.

It took a few minutes but finally Ricky was laying flat on his stomach. Dameon brought Ricky's arms to his sides.

"Thanks Dameon. I can manage from here." Eric said.

"Ok, just call if ya need any more help." he said cheerily.

Eric spoke again into the device.

"Sorry if we hurt you boy, but we tried not too. The massage may hurt a bit at first as well but it won't take long to get your muscles to relax. I wish I could remove the mask, but only your owner can do that, sorry." Eric said.

He picked up a bottle of strong liniment and poured some onto the back of Ricky�s right calf and slowly, gently began to work the muscle.

"My owner!" Ricky reflected on Eric's words.

"Someone owned me? How could that be possible? I am a free man, an American citizen, no one owns me."

The cold liniment hit his leg at just that moment. Then a pair of warm hands began to gently rub the liniment into his aching calf. It did hurt, but just for a moment, then it began to feel so good.

Ricky was very, very tired. He had been awake since six AM the day before and in constant pain for at least the last twelve hours. The feeling of the hands that were massaging his aching body felt so good and were so relaxing that he soon fell into a deep, sound sleep.

When he awoke, Ricky found himself still lying on the table. The mask was still firmly attached to his head, the eye shutters closed and the gag still in his mouth. The sleep had helped and the massage had removed all of his aches and pains.

He sat up on the table. He had no idea where he was or why he was here. The voice that had given him the massage said he had an owner. He wondered if he had been kidnapped and was now the slave of an Arab. He had heard that they did things like that. He was worried.

"How are you feeling?" the voice suddenly spoke in the mask.

"Lift your right hand for yes and your left for no." the voice said.

"Are you feeling better?"

Ricky lifted his right hand.

"Good. Do you have to go to the toilet?"

Again Ricky lifted his right hand. He hadn't realized that he did until the voice had asked him. Now he had to go so bad he thought he might loose it right where he sat.

"Ok. Stand up and take my hand. I will take you to the can."

Ricky felt the warm hand grasp his and he was led forward. The toilet was in the same room because he had only gone a few steps when the voice helped him to sit on It.

Ricky felt kind of embarrassed sitting on a toilet relieving himself in front of a stranger. A stranger he couldn't see. However he had no choice and he did have to go.

"We can not feed or water you, boy. So you will just have to hang on until your owner arrives. If he is in a good mood he will let us feed you, if not....well there is nothing we can do." Eric explained.

He led Ricky back to the bed and told him to go back to sleep.

"Your owner is supposed to arrive later this afternoon. I will check in on you every once in a while to make sure you are ok. Now with your right hand reach over your head and touch the edge of the table. Move your hand around until you find a small button. Yes, that's it. It is connected to the security office. If you need help just push the button and I will come right away. Now go to sleep."

The big, black Roles Royce pulled up to the mansion at three that afternoon. The driver jumped out and hurried around to the right rear door and opened it. A tall, heavily built man with a well trimmed, salt and pepper goatee stepped out.

He was dressed in black leather, crotch less pants but with a codpiece attached to the waistband. His huge chest was covered by a black leather vest and under the vest a black leather harness.

He had a black tribal tattooed around the top of each bicep. To complete his outfit he wore a black leather cap and on his feet, high top, highly shone, black leather boots.

He walked to the door of the mansion, which opened, instantly at his approach. Sid, the house slave, was on his knees with his hands behind his head just inside the door.

The man walked through the door, stopped and looked down at the kneeling slave.

"Look up at me asshole." he ordered.

Sid lifted his face and looked at the man.

"You sure are one ugly piece of shit." the man said then hocked a large ball of spit onto Sid's still up raised face getting him right between the eyes.

"Lick that shit off your face, asshole." he ordered.

Sid lifted a hand to his face and pulled the spitball to his mouth then licked his hand clean. The man watched as Sid obeyed and a smile crept across his face. Although his face didn't show it, Sid was in his glory. He loved to be treated like a piece of shit.

The man then passed on into the mansion. Sid closed the door and then quickly followed the man.

"Am I in the usual suite, asshole." the man asked.

"Yes Sir, Master Sebastian. The usual, Sir." Sid answered.

"Good. Make sure you let your Master know I am here. I am going down to The Dungeon." Sebastian said without turning around.

"Yes Sir." Sid answered.

Then Sebastian had another thought and stopped.

"Come and stand in front of me, shithead." he ordered.

Sid rushed to obey but he didn't get his eyes down fast enough.

"Did I give you permission too look at me, asshole?" Sebastian demanded.

"No Sir, Master Sebastian. You did not give me permission. I should be flogged, Sir." Sid replied.

"I'll decide what your fucking punishment will be prick. Spread your fucking legs." Sebastian practically yelled.

Sid spread his legs instantly. Sebastian brought his knee up with full force into Sid's nuts. Sid turned white, doubled over and fell to the floor in agony, but not a sound escaped his lips.

Sebastian smiled as he looked at the stricken slave.

"Better learn some fucking manners, asshole." he said and walked away.

Sebastian went straight to the elevator that would take him down to The Dungeon. He wanted to spend some time with his new slave.

Charlie had been alerted that Sebastian was on his way down. He was sitting up straight looking out the window when the elevator door opened and the big Leatherman stepped out.

Charlie was afraid of this man. He was weird and he always brought NC's to The Dungeon and abused them something wicked.

Sebastian walked to the window and Charlie pushed the button to open the door.

"Hi Charlie, how's it hangin'?" he greeted the security guard.

"Just great Master Sebastian and how about you, Sir?" Charlie replied in his most palsy walsy voice.

"Going to be fantastic as soon as I drive my fucking cock up the ass of that young jock. Can't wait to hear the little prick scream." he laughed.

From experience, Charlie knew he should laugh too, even if he did have to fake it.

"He is in number one, Sir. I will ring you through. May I have your card please." Charlie asked politely, but Master Sebastian knew it was an order and complied.

Charlie pushed a button and the door to the cells clicked. Sebastian pulled a black, latex hood from the pocket of his vest and pulled it over his head. Once in place his entire head was covered except for eyeholes and a large opening that permitted the lower portion of his face to protrude. He opened the door and entered the hallway.

He walked down the hall and then through the door that led to the cells. Number one cell was just inside the door from the hallway. As soon as Sebastian entered the cell room Charlie hit the button that released the lock on Ricky's cell.

Ricky was lying on the table. He wasn't asleep but he had nothing else to do. Suddenly the shutters on the eyeholes began to open. Ricky's heart skipped a beat. Something was going to happen and he was very nervous.

Then the gag began to recede. It felt so good to have that thing out of his mouth.

"Hello thief." the voice from last night said in his ear.

Ricky sat up and looked towards the door. He saw instantly that he was in a kind of jail cell. There was a big man all dressed in leather standing in the doorway. Being all in black leather and wearing that hood, Master Sebastian was a terrifying sight. Ricky felt a tremble begin at his toes.

"I am your Master, boy. You will fucking well obey me or I will beat the shit out of you. You were told not to put that mask on and yet you went ahead and did it anyway. That makes you a thief. Thieves don't deserve to live with honest folks so you will now live in a cell."

"But I didn't steal it. It closed on me and I couldn't get it off." Ricky protested.

"You fucking liar." the man screamed.

Ricky watched in horror as the big man unfastend a heavy leather belt from around his waist. He wrapped the buckle end around a massive hand a couple of times and headed straight for him.

"You little fucker I am going to teach you not to fucking lie to me." Sebastian said as he raised the belt high over his head and brought it down on the trembling Ricky.

Ricky tried to dodge out of the way of the belt but it caught him across the left shoulder. He screamed in pain and got down off the table to try and get away as he saw the belt being raised for another strike.

Sebastian laughed.

"Little prick you can't get away from me. Now get down on your hands and knees, stick your fucking ass up in the air and let me give you the beating you deserve for lying. If you don't, I will just have to make your punishment more severe."

Ricky had moved to a corner of the cell and was trembling in fear. His shoulder was stinging something fearful from the blow. Now this man wanted him to voluntarily get down on his hands and knees and present his ass for a beating.

"Please Sir. Please don't beat me. I didn't steal from you, it closed and locked by accident. I will do anything but please don't hit me anymore." Ricky begged through the mask.

"You get down on your fucking thievin' hands and knees, NOW." Sebastian screamed.

Ricky was in a dither, he didn't want to be beaten with that belt. He looked at the man with pleading eyes. At that very moment a liquid squirted into both of his eyes from tiny jets built into the mask.

Ricky's hands flew up to his eyes but it was too late, the eye shutters snapped closed. Ricky screamed in agony as the liquid began to burn his eyeballs. His hands were frantically scratching and tearing at the shutters, but he could not get to his eye's.

"That is only a high concentrate salt solution. Get down on your knees now or I'll turn on the fucking knives." Sebastian growled.

Ricky knew when he was beat. He could not fight this man. His eye's felt like they were burning right out of his head. The shutters were closed and he was blind again.

In defeat he dropped to his knees. He was crying now, which was a good thing. The tears began to wash away the salt solution.

"Please don't beat me." he begged once more as he got on his hands and knees.

"Shut yer fucking trap and crawl forward, ya fucking thief?" Sebastian yelled.

Unable to see, his eyes burning, Ricky crawled forward until Sebastian told him to stop.

"Now place your forehead on the floor and stick your ass way up in the air." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky finally began to do as the man ordered.

"Spread those legs a bit.....yeah, that's better."

"Now thief, let me explain the rules. Thieves deserve to be punished. Lying to your Master also calls for punishment. For lying to me I am going to give you 50 lashes with my belt. You are a thief and you will admit to it. You will count out each lash of the belt and say, "I am a no good fucking thief. Please Master teach me another lesson." If you lose count or get any part of your admission wrong I will add ten more lashes to your punishment."

Ricky was terrified. His eye's still felt like they were burning out of their sockets. His tears had helped but the salt was wicked stuff. He was trying to concentrate on what the man was saying.

Fifty lashes with that belt on his bare ass. He would never be able to take it, he thought to himself. He was scared, he didn't want to be beaten. He wanted to go home and forget this nightmare.

How could he admit he was a thief, he wasn't. But he couldn't take another ten lashes for each time he failed to answer. What the hell was he going to do?

He made his decision very, very quickly.

"Ayiiiieeee." Ricky screamed as the belt landed against his bare ass.

"One, I am a no good fucking thief. Please Master teach me another lesson." he cried out.

The belt whistle through the air again.

"Ayiiiieeee. Two, I am a no good fucking thief. Please Master teach me another lesson." he gasped.

A third, forth and fifth lash crashed down on Ricky's cute, exposed, bubble butt. Sebastian was having the time of his life. He loved to get these, "straight 8," jocks and make them whine and beg. Making them admit to something they hadn't done and asking for more punishment was a big turn on for him. His seven-inch cock was pushing against his codpiece, begging for release.

Again and again he hefted the belt and let the poor kid have it. Ricky was still keeping count and admitting to being a thief. His cries of pain had lessened. His ass cheeks were now almost numb.

"Ahhhh...thirty-five, I am a no good fucking thief. Please Master teach me another lesson." he called out wearily.

Ricky's ass was a beet red, just the way Sebastian liked to see a young studs ass. But he also knew that Ricky would not be feeling the pain quite as much as at first. It was time to make him hurt again.

On the next lash Sebastian brought the belt down across the center of Ricky's right thigh.

"Ayiiiieeee." Ricky screamed as he fell to the floor holding his thigh.

This had been the worst of them all. His leg was on fire. He rolled around the floor screaming in agony.

"That will be ten more lashes added on. You failed to make the count or the admission. Get back into position thief." Sebastian said after waiting a few moments.

Ricky could barely move as he got himself back into the position.

Sebastian brought the belt down again, only this time it hit across the small of Ricky's back.

"Ayiiiieeee." he screamed again.

Sebastian smiled. Gawd he loved to do this. The little fucker was in agony.

"Thirty-six......" Ricky gasped, "I am a no good fucking thief. Please Master teach me another lesson."

Ricky didn't even realize that he had robbed himself of one count. His back was now burning as badly as his thigh.

It took ten more minutes for Sebastian to finish the sixty lashes. He kept varying the remaining lashes. So Ricky's whole back and the backs of his legs was a mess of angry red welts that matched the red of his ass cheeks. Sebastian was very satisfied with his master piece.

The shutters over Ricky's eyes began to open again. His eyes were still burning slightly and his sight was blurred, but at least he could still see.

"Now boy, you are an admitted thief. Thieves should not be allowed to run around our streets. Therefore you will no longer be free to go around stealing from decent, honest folks. You are going to become a cum-dump." Sebastian said.

"You will be a Pussyboy. You will be fucked and you will suck. That will be your life from now on. No more fucking stealing."

Sebastian walked around until he was standing in front of Ricky.

"Get up on your knees, Pussyboy." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky too dazed and sore to fight did as his Master commanded.

"I am now going to remove my mask, Pussyboy. If you so much as move a muscle without my permission I will have the fucking thing back on you in a flash. Do you understand?" Sebastian commanded.

"Yes, Sir. I understand." Ricky replied quickly.

He was finally going to get this fucking mask off his head. He hated that mask with a passion.

The shutters on the eyes closed and then there was a click inside the mask. It swung open and cool air enveloped Ricky's head.

Sebastian lifted the mask away and placed it on the floor in the corner of the room. He walked back and stood in front of Ricky.

"You will remove my cod piece with your teeth, Pussyboy. If you don't want me to enter your ass pussy dry then you may suck on my cock for a bit to give it some lubrication." Sebastian grinned evilly.

Ricky couldn't believe his ears. This man was really going to fuck him. He was going to stick his cock up his ass. To make it even worse he was going to have to suck on the bastards cock to make it wet.

Tears were flowing down his cheeks again. He also began to shake.

"Please don't do this." he begged softly. "I am not Gay."

"Please, just leave me alone. Kill me if you must but please don't fuck me."

Sebastian laughed at the trembling boy.

"I am going to give you exactly thirty seconds to remove my cod piece." Sebastian growled, ignoring Ricky's pleas. If it is not off, I am going to start beating the shit out of you. I won't be using no wimpy fucking belt either, it will be my fists and boots."

Ricky looked at the leather codpiece. He could see the outline of the man's cock throbbing and pushing against it. He had never seen another mans dick in full erection. And he had definitely never seen another man's dick this close up before.

Part of him was fascinated by the idea of seeing a hot, throbbing dick, the other part wanted to get up and run.

Ricky looked at the codpiece, how the hell do I get it off with just my teeth, he wondered. He had never worn a cod piece and had no idea how they fastened.

"How do I get it off, Sir?" he asked through trembling lips.

"Look at the top center. There is a little tab sticking out. Just grab that with your teeth and pull back." Sebastian instructed.

Ricky leaned forward, saw the tab and grasped it in his teeth. The taste and smell of leather filled his senses. He liked it.

He pulled back on the tab and the thong pulled away from the waistband. Before Ricky realized what was happening, a big, hard cock that had been held down by the cod sprang up and hit him just under the chin.

It continued up past the top of his head and then dropped down to eye level. There right in front of his eye was a big, throbbing, purple cockhead.

"Now if you want it wet before I ram it up your ass pussy start wetting it with your fucking mouth, Pussyboy." Sebastian grinned evilly.

Ricky opened his mouth and tentatively touched the big purple head with trembling lips. It felt warm and velvety and there was not much of a smell, just a kind of male musk odor.

"Come on, Pussyboy. I don't have all night to just stand here while you play games with your fucking lips. Lick it with your tongue then take it in your mouth just like your bitches used to do to you." Sebastian demanded.

But Ricky had never had his dick sucked by one of his, "bitches." He had wanted it, but was always too timid to ask any of his bed partners to do it. He had certainly eaten a few cunts, but they never seemed very anxious to reciprocate.

Ricky stuck out his tongue and gave that hot, velvety head a tentative lick. There was no bad taste, he had expected it to taste bad, so was mildly encouraged. Fearing this guy would do something else to him, Ricky took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide and took the big, throbbing cockhead into his mouth.

Sebastian, ever the evil Master, quickly place his big hands behind Ricky's head and pulled forward. Without any warning, his big cock went sliding down the poor boys throat.

Ricky began to gag instantly. He turned red and felt like he was going to puke. The big cock was hurting his throat and he couldn't breath. He started to jerk around.

"Keep fucking still, Pussyboy and don't even consider biting. You just keep nice and still and get used to feeling a big dick down your pussy throat. Your going to become the worlds greatest cocksucker or I'll break every fucking bone in your body."

Ricky did as he was told. He wanted the cock out of his throat and he knew this guy wasn't fooling. If he bit that cock the man would break every bone in his body. So he kept still and suffered. He was starting to get short of air and panic was also starting to set in.

Just when he didn't think he could stand it any longer the man released Ricky's head and pulled his big dick out of Ricky's throat and mouth.

Ricky gasped in a lung full of clean, fresh air.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it, Pussyboy. Your pussy throat was just made for a good hard cock. Within a week or so you will be begging to suck cock." Sebastian laughed.

"Now I want you to lay down on the floor, on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I take your cherry, Pussyboy. I want to see the fear, the pain and then the ecstasy that will be in your eyes. Now get down!" Sebastian ordered.

Ricky lay down on his back on the floor. He looked up in dismay at the still standing Sebastian. Sebastian�s big dick still bobbing up and down in anticipation of what was to come.

"Lift your legs up in the air and spread them, Pussyboy." Sebastian commanded as he got down on his knees and worked his way up between Ricky legs.

"I could do this easy and break your cherry gently, but I ain't going too. I am going to take you hard and fast. It is going to hurt like hell when I ram this big pole into you and I am going to get off on your screams of pain." Sebastian taunted.

"Please Sir, don't do this." Ricky begged again, even though he knew his plea was falling on deaf ears.

Sebastian grabbed Ricky�s legs and suddenly pulled forward with all his strength. His big cockhead entered into the virgin ass pussy of the boy. Ricky had not been expecting this sudden lung and so had not tightened up in fear.

That didn't really make it any easier. The pain was excruciating. It felt like his ass had just been torn apart.

"Ayiiiieeee." Ricky screamed.

"Get it out. Fuck, get it out, it is tearing me apart."

Sebastian just looked into the boy�s eyes and laughed.

Then he began to hump. He was not gentle and at first did his best to avoid hitting the boy�s prostate. No fucking way did he want the young stud to enjoy this just yet.

Ricky was squirming and crying and begging for Sebastian to pull that monster cock out of his ass. Sebastian paid no attention and kept on pounding and thrusting into Ricky's virgin ass pussy.

After a good ten minutes or more of this agony, Sebastian decided it was time to give the boy some good sensations. He aimed his dick downwards on the next inward thrust and hit the boys prostate.

Ricky had never had his prostate massaged before. That first pass of the big dick across his prostate caused him to take in a big lung full of air. He couldn't believe how good that felt.

On the next inward thrust, Sebastian hit the prostate again. Ricky let out a moan of pleasure and he felt his dick begin to rise between his legs.

In just a few minutes, Sebastian had changed this from a torture session to a pleasure session for the boy. Ricky�s dick was fully erect and throbbing from the great feelings he was getting every time Sebastian thrust his big dick home.

Ricky was in ecstasy. His head was flopping from side to side and his breathing was rapid and shallow. He had never had such fantastic feelings in his whole life. He had moved a hand down to start wanking his dick, but Sebastian slapped it away.

"The only pleasure you get is the pleasure I give you, Pussyboy, and that is how it will be from now on. You touch your dick without permission and I'll cut your fucking hands off."

"Didn't you say just a few minutes ago that you were not, Gay?" Sebastian asked with that evil grin. "Well boy, your fucking cock says you are a faggot of the first fucking order. Only a true faggot likes having their ass pussy reamed. You really like this don't you, Pussyboy, faggot?"

Ricky was dumbfounded by Sebastian�s words. Yes he was enjoying this. Was he really a fucking faggot? He was suddenly totally confused.

Precum was dripping from Ricky's cockhead. Sebastian looked down and decided the boy had had enough pleasure for one day. He dropped a big hand to Ricky's balls and squeezed hard. At that exact moment he also hit the boys prostate.

Ricky began to shoot his load even as he screamed out his agony from having his balls squeezed. The screaming was all Sebastian needed to reach his climax and he began to shoot his wad deep into Ricky's bowels.

Each time he shot a load he squeezed Ricky's nuts. The boy was screaming and begging him to stop, but still Sebastian continued to squeeze the kid�s nuts. The more he squeezed the more he shot. He got off a good ten shots before his nuts finally emptied and he let Ricky's sore balls drop out of his hand.

He rested there, panting hard. Fucking was hard work, he thought as he finally pulled out of the boy�s ass. His dick was covered in a brownish slime with small specs of blood mixed in.

He crawled up to the still crying boys head and then sat down on his chest. He placed his big hands under Ricky's head and pulled up a bit.

"Clean my cock you fucking pervert." he commanded.

"You got shit all over my cock now clean it up."

He pulled Ricky's face right up to his slime covered cock. Ricky tried to fight it. He was determined that this time he would not obey. He was not going to put that filthy cock in his mouth.

That didn't bother Sebastian in the least. He moved one of his massive hands up a bit and forced a thumb into Ricky's right eye and pressed in. Ricky opened his mouth to scream. Sebastian simply pulled Ricky's head forward at that moment and his filthy cock went into the boy�s mouth.

"Start sucking the crap off boy or I am going to gouge this fucking eye right out of your thieving head." Sebastian threatened.

A foul taste invaded Ricky's mouth. It tasted fucking awful and he began to gag. He could smell the shit as well as taste it and his stomach was rebelling. A few seconds later he was puking his guts out.

Sebastian had been expecting this and jumped out of the way just as Ricky began to spew. Ricky started to turn over on his side to finish puking, but Sebastian was having none of that. He quickly grabbed the boy�s ankles, spread his legs apart and lifted.

No matter how hard he tried Ricky could not turn over. Puking with your head between your legs or into a toilet bowl was bad enough. But puking when you are lying on your back is a fucking horrible sensation. The puke keeps running back down your throat and gets into your lungs.

You start choking and coughing and then another load of puke comes up from your gut and makes everything even worse.

Sebastian watched all this and enjoyed the boys discomfort immensely. It had been quite a while since he'd had a boy that provided him with so much fun.

When it seemed that the boy had finished Sebastian grabbed the kid by the hair and tugged him up off the floor. The rancid contents of Ricky's stomach was all over his face and neck and was running down to his chest.

He cried out from the pain of being lifted by his hair. Sebastian practically dragged him all the way over to the toilet. He lifted the seat and then plunged Ricky's head into the bowl and pulled the flush handle.

Water gurgled down and filled the bowl. Ricky's head was completely submerged in the swirling water. He had not had time to take a lung full of air and was now forced to hold his breath until the water flushed away.

Ricky's head was preventing the water from flushing down. In effect his head had clogged the toilet. His throat was burning from the stomach acid, which coated his mouth, and throat and he needed to spit some of it out. However his head was being held under the water and he desperately needed a lung full of air but Sebastian was holding his head firmly down in the toilet bowl.

Ricky began to thrash around in panic. Gone were all thoughts of Sebastian, of the tortures he had gone through. All he could think of was getting a lung full of fresh air.

Sebastian had to use more force to keep the kids head in the bowl. He was waiting for Ricky to try and take a breath underwater. As soon as he saw bubbles he would let the kid up, but not before.

He was amazed at the kid�s stamina. Many other young men had completely lost it long before this. He had made a good choice this time and the boy would make a great pussyslave for the weekend. He would be the envy of all the attending Master's, again. He smiled at the thought.

Ricky was still fighting trying to get his head out of the bowl. But even the strongest willed man in the world must have oxygen to stay conscious. Ricky was quickly running out of the life giving element.

Even as he fought to get up he was beginning to feel dizzy. The dizziness increased and then suddenly his mouth opened and he tried to breath in the water. His lungs filled and he began choking.

"Sonofabitch!" Sebastian exclaimed.

He quickly pulled Ricky's head out of the bowl. Ricky was choking and gagging. Sebastian gave Ricky a firm whack between the shoulder blades. Ricky gave a cough and wretched up sour water from his gut and some from his lungs.

Sebastian then let the boy sit on the floor coughing and trying to clear his lungs.

"Take slow deep breaths, boy." Sebastian said calmly.

Ricky did as he was told and in a few minutes his breathing was back to normal.

"Quite an interesting and fun afternoon, don't you think, Pussyboy." Sebastian said with a smile.

"I am really going to enjoy using you. The best part of it all is you can't do a damned thing to stop me. Tomorrow night there will be a shit load of Master's here and we are going to have a party in The Dungeon. You, Pussyboy, will be the main attraction." Sebastian taunted.

"Please, just let me go home." Ricky begged.

"You are home, Pussyboy. Forget that little flea bag apartment, you will never be going back there." Sebastian taunted. "You have effectively disappeared from the face of the earth. There may be a small search for you, but it won't be anything serious. The powers that be will figure you just decided to go seek your fortune."

"I will be back later and at that time you will sign a legal document giving me power of attorney. Everything that is yours will then be mine including your body. Ricky Doolittle will cease to exist, only the Pussyboy will remain." Sebastian laughed.

"No, no you can't do this. I didn't do anything to you. Please let me go, I'll do whatever you want but just let me go." Ricky begged.

"Pussyboy, you are going to do whatever I want anyway. Why should I let you go, that wouldn't be much fun, now would it? You are all alone in the world, Pussyboy. No one will be concerned if you should disappear. Not one blessed soul, I know because I research very carefully. I know more about you then you do yourself."

"You are mine now, Pussyboy. You will be spending the rest of your life as a cum dump and play toy." Sebastian taunted the boy.

"Nooo, nooo. You can't do this, you can't do this. Let me out of here." Ricky screamed as he tired to get up.

Sebastian wrapped his big left hand around Ricky's throat and pushed him down. The hand squeezed tight cutting off Ricky's oxygen supply. Ricky tried to fight but it was a losing battle. Weak from all the prior abuse he just did not have the energy needed to fight Sebastian.

Sebastian just laughed at Ricky's feeble attempts to gain freedom.

Sebastian raised his right arm and slapped Ricky hard across the face. The force of the blow stunned Ricky. He cried and tried again to get up but Sebastian raised his arm and the sound of another slap resounded across the cell.

Ricky finally collapsed in complete capitulation. He receded into an inner world where all was sweetness and light. Away from the horror that had become his reality.

Sebastian got up off of the boy. He looked down at the unconscious figure and smiled. He had got himself a real prize this time what a great time they would have with him in the Dungeon.

Sebastian left the cell for a few minutes, but returned shortly with shackles, cuffs and chains. First he shackled Ricky's ankles and tethered each ankle to rings built into the floor. Ricky's legs were spread about fifteen inches apart.

Next he put a leather cuff on each of Ricky's wrists. These too were tethered to rings in the floor. From his pocket he pulled what looked like a silver tube, however it was hinged and opened.

He grasped Ricky's balls and pulled upward. Ricky's nut sack stretched to accommodate the pulling. Sebastian quickly snapped the open tube around the stretched nut sack and let go. Ricky's two walnut sized nuts were outlined tight against the now stretched nut sack.

"Charlie, lower the cable." Sebastian ordered.

A soft whirring sound filled the chamber. From the ceiling a quarter inch steel cable, with a hook on the end, began to descend. When it was within reach Sebastian grabbed it and pulled down. When it was approximately an inch above Ricky's nut sack Sebastian gave Charlie the command to stop.

From his pocket he pulled a steel ring to which was attached three quarter inch steel cables about six inches long. On the end of each cable was attached a kind of hook. This hook fit into holes predrilled in the tube locked around Ricky's nut sack.

Once he had the hooks firmly set in the hole, Sebastian lifted up on the ring and flipped it over the hook on the ceiling cable.

"Ok Charlie, lift slowly." Sebastian ordered.

The winch began to pull the cable back up to the ceiling. The tube around Ricky's nuts pulled tighter. Ricky's nuts were much too big to squeeze through the tube so as the cable continued to rise so did Ricky's back end.

If Ricky had been conscious he would be screaming in pain. But mercifully for him, at least for now, he was lost in a world of blackness.

Sebastian kept the cable lifting until Ricky's ass was just starting to lift off the floor. Satisfied that Ricky was high enough, he called for Charlie to turn off the winch. Sebastian looked down at the boy again.

"Have a fun evening kid. Enjoy the pain." Sebastian said to the still unconscious boy.

He walked to the cell door and left. The door closed and locked behind him. From his pocket he pulled a padlock. The cell door had a hasp where a Master could place a second lock to ensure no one went in and fucked around with his slaves. Sebastian inserted the padlock through the two halves of the hasp and snapped it closed.

He checked to make sure the red tag was visible on the door. No other Master was permitted to touch a slave behind a door with a red tag.

He walked to the security office.

"Well Charlie, that kid should have a nice pain filled evening don't you think?" Sebastian said with a smile.

"Yes Sir, he will certainly have quite a bit of pain once he wakes up." Charlie replied.

"I want to lock his winch switch as well, Charlie. I know you guys sometimes have pity for these little pricks. But this bastard is not getting down until I let him down." Sebastian stated.

Charlie opened the panel with the switches that operated the winches for each cell. Each cell was clearly numbered. Sebastian found switch number one. He looked at the security monitor for cell one.

Ricky was right where he had left him, partially suspended by his nuts. Just to be extra cruel, Sebastian flicked the switch to lift. Ricky's body stretched just a bit more. Then Sebastian switched it off and put a padlock through the holes in the switch that would not permit anyone to let Ricky down.

"Don't look so green, Charlie. By tomorrow evening his balls will be as good as new. A pair of sore balls is a great way to teach a young stud like Pussyboy there to tow the line.

"Yes Sir." Charlie replied."

Ricky returned to the land of agony about twenty minutes after Sebastian left the cell. The pain in his nuts was excruciating. He screamed and cried for relief but no one came near the cell. No one came to help him.

The only relief he could get was to push up with his legs and arms, but he could only hold this position for a short time. Then it was back hanging in agony by his nuts. Ricky kept changing his position, getting relief until his legs and arms gave out then back to hanging by the nuts. It was over an hour before he finally blacked out again, retreating to that wonderful world of nothing but blackness.

Over the course of the next two hours Ricky would awake and scream and cry for help. But help never came and after a while of shear agony he would fall back into that black world.

He was coming out of the blackness for the about the sixth time. He cried and screamed.

"Help me. Please, someone help me. Oh Gawd, please have mercy. Please someone."

"Ain't no one can help you but me, boy." Sebastian said.

Ricky opened his tear filled eyes.

"Please, Sir. Please let me down, my nuts are hurting so bad. Please Sir, I will do anything. Please let me down." He cried.

"Ah, but boy I am having such a good time watching you scream, you do it so beautifully. My nut sack is full and needs emptying again. Now what do you think I should do about that?" Sebastian asked.

"Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me, but let me down. Oh please let me downnnn." Ricky begged desperately.

"Oh, but boy it is so much more fun to fuck a Pussyboy when he is hanging by his balls." Sebastian taunted.

"However you are in luck, Pussyboy." Sebastian said. "It is a bit awkward trying to fuck a Pussyboy when he is hanging by his balls. I might accidentally tear them from your body."

"You say you would do anything if I let you down, Pussyboy. Do you mean it?" Sebastian asked with an evil grin.

"Yes, Sir, anything only please let me down." Ricky cried.

"You must be very thirsty, Pussy boy. After all you haven't had a thing since you stole my mask last night?"

"Please Sir, let me down." he begged.

"No not yet, Pussyboy, you still have a few other things to learn first." Sebastian tormented.

Tears filled Ricky's eyes, he wanted down so badly. His nuts were still in terrible pain.

"Now I asked you if you were thirsty, don't make me wait any longer for an answer or I will start beating on your fucking nuts with my riding crop." Sebastian warned.

"Yes Sir, I am very thirsty, Sir." Ricky replied quickly.

"Good, open your mouth and don't spill a single drop or I will start beating your nuts." Sebastian grinned.

It then dawned on Ricky what Sebastian was going to give him to drink. Hot piss. Tears filled the boys eyes, would the horror never end?

Sebastian didn't give a shit about anything but enjoying himself. He began to slowly piss into the boys open mouth.

"Now don't loose a drop or I will get Charlie to raise the cable so your entire weight is hanging from your balls." Sebastian warned.

He let out a little sigh of contentment as he watched the boy drink the hot piss.

It was amazing what a little pain could make a man do. All you had to do was get a man compromised and then get him into bondage and you could pretty well force him to do anything you wanted.

As his piss slowly dribbled into the boys� mouth he started to taunt the boy again.

"This is only the beginning, Pussyboy. Only the beginning! It is all going to get worse and worse. You are on a journey into hell where your only chance for reprieve from constant pain and degradation is to obey. You must never think about my orders, you must just obey them."

When his bladder was empty, Sebastian got up.

"Ok, Charlie lower the winch." Sebastian ordered.

Back in the control room Charlie flicked the switch to start lowering the winch.

Charlie had seen a lot of things go down in those cells and in The Dungeon, but not very often did he see out right cruelty. Sebastian was the meanest Sonofabitch he had ever seen.

Ricky could feel the winch begin to lower. He thought that would end the hours of agony he had endured. But oh how wrong he was.

The moment his ass touched the floor the pressure on his nuts eased and brought on a whole new round of agony. Blood rushing back to areas deprived for so long caused excruciating pain in his nut sack and nuts.

"Ayiiiieeee." he cried out.

Sebastian paid no attention. Once the winch slackened he released it from the ring attached to the cables that were attached to the tube around the boys balls.

"Take the cable up, Charlie." he ordered and the cable began to climb back up to the ceiling.

Sebastian roughly removed the cable hooks from the tube and then hit the tube release and it popped open. Poor Ricky felt more pain and screamed out his agony again.

Ricky's nut sack had a red, angry looking ring where it had carried some of Ricky's weight. The nuts themselves had swollen slightly from all that pressure.

"Oh yes, Pussyboy. Those nuts are nice now. They are going to provide me us lots of fun tomorrow night. I am afraid you won't enjoy it, but that is unimportant." Sebastian smiled.

He released Ricky�s wrists and ankles from the cuffs and shackles.

"Security will come in and hose you down, Pussyboy and then they will feed you. You probably won't like your dinner tonight, but that's too fucking bad. Dried dog food and water is good for you, boy. You get nothing more until tomorrow so make sure you eat it all. After your feeding get some rest, you are going to need it." Sebastian said and then left the cell.

Ricky lay on the floor, unable to move. His whole body was in agony. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to try and shut out the pain, but of course it didn't work. A moment later the cell door opened.

Eric the security guard opened the door and entered dragging a green garden hose. Eric was dressed in black jeans, a black T and black boots. He also wore a hood on his head almost identical to the one that Sebastian wore. The hood hid all of the features that would make it possible for Ricky to ever identify him.

"I am afraid I have to hose you down. I have no choice, it is my job. I will try to be as gentle as possible. It is cold water, I'm afraid, but it will actually make you feel better." Eric said.

"It's ok, Eric, he's gone." Charlie's voice came over the speaker hidden in the ceiling.

"Thanks, Charlie." Eric replied.

"Look kid there is nothing we can really do to help you. But here, these are pain killers." he said pushing two little yellow pills into Ricky's mouth.

"They will at least give you a couple of hours of relief."

Eric brought the hose up to Ricky's mouth and opened the nozzle just a fraction. A small dribble of water started to leak out.

"There that should make it easier to swallow." Eric said kindly.

Ricky grateful for Eric's kindness swallowed the two pills. It wasn't easy. His throat was raw and dry from all the screaming he had been doing. From the sound of Eric's voice Ricky knew right away that this was the man that had helped him earlier and had given him the massage.

Eric started to pull the hose away.

"Just a bit more water, please." Ricky begged through dry lips.

"Sure, as much as you want, but be careful it could make you throw up and you don't want to lose those pills." Eric advised.

Ricky took just a few more sips then indicated he was finished.

"I am going to give you about five minutes for the pills to have time to take effect before I begin to hose you down." Eric said.

Ricky was grateful for even a few moments of respite. He liked this man, but he knew the man would only go so far to help him and that's it. Well it was better than nothing, he thought. If he could get at least a couple of hours of relief from the pain he would be in a much better position to cope with what was happening to him.

The pills were pretty powerful. It wasn't long before Ricky felt all the pain disappearing. He found he could lift his arms and bring them to his sides. He was able to stretch his legs out full. Then he was able to move his body a bit. It was at this point that Eric returned.

"Ok, looks like the pills are working. That will make this a little easier for you, but I am not going to try and kid you. It is no fun getting hosed down with cold water, but that is all we have and orders are orders." Eric explained.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, lets get it over with." Ricky replied, remembering the hosing down he'd had while still trapped in that small cage.

Eric had been correct the cold water stung when it hit his body. The pills helped to ease some of the pain but it was still not pleasant. It was obvious Eric had done this many times before. He knew exactly how to aim that hose to get the slave to move around the way he wanted.

His orders had been to give the boy a complete wash down that meant head to toe, with no exception. Eric really didn't want to play that hose on the boys sore nuts but had no choice. He worked Ricky around into position and then directed the stream onto his nuts.

Pills or no pills, Ricky's balls were extremely tender. He let out a hell of a scream. Eric had never had a slave scream so loudly before. "Poor bastard." he thought.

When the hose down was finally finished, Eric dragged the hose out of the cell and returned with a floor squeegee.

"Here," he said, "handing the squeegee to the still prone, Ricky. Push all the water to the drain against the wall. The more you get scrapped away, the sooner your cell will dry."

Ricky found that even though the hose down had been uncomfortable he could still move around without too much pain. He took the squeegee and used it as a crutch to help himself get up.

Eric had left the cell and closed the door.

"Go ahead and finish scrapping the floor and I will go get your food. Won't be much I am afraid, only dried dog kibble and water." Eric said as he headed for the control room.

"It's ok, it is better than nothing." Ricky said with very little enthusiasm.

He had just finished pushing the last of the water down the drain when Eric arrived. Ricky did not like the looks of the dish Eric was carrying.

"Place the squeegee up against the wall, here by the door then go stand against the opposite wall, facing it." Eric ordered from outside the cell.

A bit confused by Eric's orders, but grateful for how the man had treated him, Ricky did as he was told. As soon as he was against the wall, Eric opened the cell door, grabbed the squeegee and pulled it out of the cell. He leaned it against the wall in the hallway then entered the cell and pulled the door closed behind himself.

Eric knew he had to be very careful with NC's. Ricky could have used the squeegee as a weapon. The boy had suffered severely at Sebastian�s hands and knew the torture was not over. Eric did not want to take any chances.

"Ok, you may turn around now and come to the center of the room." he told Ricky.

Ricky followed Eric's instructions exactly.

"Look, I don't want to do this but have no choice. Please get down on your hands and knees." Eric asked politely.

Ricky did what he was told because he suddenly knew exactly what it was that Eric was going to make him do.

Eric then bent down and placed the double-sided dog dish on the floor in front of the boy. One side held the dried kibble and the other fresh water.

"You must not use your hands to eat or drink, only your mouth. If you touch your food with your hands we are required to report that to Master Sebastian and you know what that means." Eric said looking Ricky in the eye.

"It's ok, I won't touch it. I will just use my mouth." Ricky said.

"Ok, remember that Charlie can see everything that happens in this cell. If he sees you using your hands he will write a report for Master Sebastian."

"I understand." Ricky answered.

"Master Sebastian has made it very clear that you are not to have anything but dried dog kibble. He would be very angry if you were given anything else. So forget asking." Eric said quietly and then winked at Ricky.

Ricky had no idea why Eric had winked. "What a strange man." he thought.

"Ok, I will be back in about thirty minutes to pick up the bowl. After you eat go lay down on your bed and try to get some sleep. You really are going to need some rest. The party tomorrow night could last well into the wee hours of the morning." Eric warned. "And there is no telling what Master Sebastian will do to you during the day. So get as much rest as possible. Ok?"

"Thank you, Eric" Ricky replied as he bent down to take a mouthful of kibble.

"Can't say anymore. Just get lots of rest." Eric said, then stood up and left the cell.

Ricky started to eat his dried kibble, which didn't taste all that bad. He had only taken a couple of mouthfuls when he found something under that first layer. Someone had cut an apple into bite-sized pieces. Ricky then remembered Eric's words and the wink.

He ate the bits of apple, making sure not one of the pieces would be visible to the camera lens. The pieces of fresh fruit felt wonderful on his slightly swollen tongue and in his dry, parched throat.

As he ate the kibble he took drinks from the water-side of the dish. Ricky had not realized how hungry he was. When the bowl was empty he was wishing there had been more. So he just finished off the water.

With his stomach full and the pain eased considerably he went to the bed, lay back and fell into a deep troubled sleep.

To be continued.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2003. All rights reserved.

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