Tales from the Dungeon

"Oh, gawd no!" Ricky thought when he saw the mask. "He is going to make me wear it again."

"What's wrong, Pussyboy?" Sebastian chided. "Don't tell me you are afraid of my mask? It didn't seem to bother you when you stole it from me."

"No, Sir." Ricky answered quickly afraid that the look on his face may have set him up for more pain.

"Good boy." Sebastian praised. "You must wear the mask into the play room. It will make you the hit of the evening. Every cock in that room is going to rise to full attention when you walk in."

Eric set the mask down on the side of the table. There was an immediate, audible click.

"Now pick the mask up, Pussyboy, place it on your head and close it." Sebastian ordered.

Trembling slightly, Ricky obeyed Sebastian's command.

The mask felt a little heavier than the last time he had placed it on his head, but he didn't have any time to think about it. Master Sebastian was eyeing him intently.

Ricky placed his face into the mask and once again a warm, erotic feeling enveloped him. The soft, velvety interior of the mask caressed his face, like the soft hands of a lover. His dick began to stir between his legs. "Oh, shit." Ricky thought to himself, "That's all I need."

While his mind protested the very thought of closing that mask onto his head, his hands obeyed Master Sebastian's command. Ricky gave a little shudder when he heard the click that told him the mask was now firmly locked on.

"Open your mouth, Boy." Sebastian's voice spoke into his ear.

Again, Ricky knew what was coming. However, with no other option available, he obeyed. The rubber gag began to expand and enter his mouth. It had a terrible taste that was causing his system to revolt. He had to fight to keep from throwing up, but that was not the worst of it.

To Ricky's horror the expanding cock gag did not stop with just filling his mouth. The fucking thing began to enter his throat. His gag reflex kicked in and he thought he was choking. He tried to scream out, but no sound escaped the mask. Ricky was right on the verge of hitting panic mode, when the cock gag finally stopped expanding. The gag reflex settled down, but that rubber cock poking into his throat, combined with the horrible taste, was not exactly a pleasant experience for the boy.

"There that will give you something to suck on while you wait for the party to begin." Sebastian said with a grin.

"Oh, one last thing, Pussyboy." he laughed as he punched in a code and the little shutters on the eyeholes began to close. "A little darkness to help you relax.

"No, please!" Ricky tried to scream but was silenced by the gag.

Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as the darkness enwrapped him.

"Eric will take you to the Dungeon when it is time for you to make your appearance." Sebastian's voice interrupted his distress. "And Pussyboy, you had better obey every single command you are given while in the Dungeon, or your fucking balls will be mush."

Sebastian turned and indicated to Eric to leave. Eric headed for the door and Sebastian followed, leaving a frightened, bewildered Ricky standing deaf, dumb and blind in the center of the room.

"How many Master's will be here tonight, Kurt?" Ron asked as he began to get into his Master's duds.

"Twenty five." Kurt replied. "There will also be about thirty slaves for us to entertain ourselves with." He said as he pulled on his highly shone, black leather boots.

"I am really looking forward to this, Kurt." Ron said, fastening his upper body harness. "It should be great fun."

"Oh, most definitely." Kurt replied. "Seb is going to unveil his latest NC conquest. He has been bragging that he got the kid completely turned in less than forty-eight hours."

"You sound doubtful, Kurt?"

"Well it is more likely he has the boy scared shitless. We don't all agree that his methods are best. I prefer that a slave get as big a rise from what we do to him as we do. I don't particularly like playing games with a slave that is scared of me. A slave is much more responsive if he is enjoying the games." Kurt explained.

"From what you have told me about Seb, I think it is about time he had the tables turned on him." Ron said.

"Perhaps, Ron. But that is a very dangerous game." Kurt warned.

The weekend festivities began with a formal, sit-down dinner, which was held in the dinning room on the first floor. Dinner was a fun affair with lots of good food and drink.

When dinner was finished they adjourned to the Dungeon.

While the Master's had been enjoying their dinner, some of the slaves had been brought into the Dungeon and chained at various spots around the room. All of the locks that secured the slaves could be opened using a Master Key. Each Master had one.

A number of slaves were left waiting in the cells and would not be brought in until later. "Fresh meat." the Master's called them.

Each of the Masters's paired off and picked out a slave to play with. Kurt was the host and the Dungeon Master, he roamed around the room, joined in here and there, but mainly kept his eyes open to make sure everyone played the games in a safe and sane manner. There was always the possibility that a Master may get himself so deep into the fantasy that he might forget or go beyond the limitations of the slave he was playing with. It was Kurt's responsibility to make sure that never happened in the Dungeon.

As he passed by the St Andrews Cross he couldn't help but smile when he saw how Ron was getting into the whole scene.

Ron had been paired up with Master Craig for his first session in the Dungeon. Master Craig was into spanking. He picked out a tall, well built, blond, blue-eyed slave for his first round of fun and games.

"Master Ron, meet Hotass." Craig said to Ron as he unlocked Hotass's chain.

"This boy likes to have his ass heated up but he is still a fucking wimp. He really can't take very much can you, boy?" Craig demanded of the slave that had not moved from his kneeling position.

"No, Sir. I am a wimp, Sir, and need to be toughened up, Sir." Hotass replied politely.

"Well let's see if we can oblige, follow us." Craig ordered as he walked away, still holding the chain locked to Hotass's collar.

"Have you ever used a St Andrews, Ron?" Craig asked, ignoring the slave who had to jump to his feet quickly or be pulled over by the chain.

"No, in fact never even saw a real one until Kurt brought me down here the other day." Ron replied, excited by the prospect.

"Good!" Craig exclaimed, "A great place to start your initiation."

"You fasten Hotass's left side and I'll do the right. Make sure the bonds are snug, but not so tight that Hotass will injure himself trying to pull away." Craig instructed.

They led Hotass up to the cross. Ron grasped Hotass's left wrist and quickly bound it with the rough leather cuff attached to the upper left extension of the cross. He checked to make sure it was snug but not so tight it would cut off circulation.

The first thing he noticed, as he bent down to shackle Hotass's left ankle to the bottom left extension of the cross, was that Hotass had a throbbing hard on in anticipation of the coming action.

Ron found it hard to believe that a guy could get so turned on from the anticipation of a good ass warming. Well if that is what the guy wanted Ron was only too willing to oblige.

"I think we should start with a hand warming first, Ron. A bit awkward when your slave is strapped to a St Andrew's, but I think we should be able to do a fairly good job of it." Craig said with a smile.

"Now Ron, the main objective here is to make Hotass cry out. To achieve our goal we must make it sting as much as possible. That is best achieved by spreading the fingers a bit when spanking. By spreading your fingers you actually increase the contact area. Now spread your fingers and let this soft, warm ass have the best you can administer." Craig instructed.

Ron spread the fingers of his right hand slightly, lifted his arm high and brought it down with as much force as he could manage. A loud slap assailed his ears, but that was all. He had expected Hotass to cry out, but the boy was silent. A fraction of a second later he was the one doing the crying out.

"Owwww, fuck that hurts the fucking hands." He complained.

Craig was too busy howling in laughter to hear Ron's complaint.

"Smarts a bit, huh." Craig finally said when he got his laughter under control.

"Fucking right." Ron complained.

"Well let that be your very first lesson, Ron. If you can't take it, you can't dish it out. But don't worry, if you do this enough, your hand will get used to it and you won't even notice it. Or you can do what any smart Master would do...." Craig grinned as he pulled on a pair of black leather gloves.

"Sonofabitch!" was all Ron could think of to say.

Then Craig lifted his hand and let Hotass have a good one. Again a loud slap assailed their ears, but Hotass didn't make a sound. However he now had two magnificent, bright red, hand prints, one on each cheek of his cream white ass.

Craig tossed Ron a pair of gloves and the fun began.

Fifteen minutes later they had progressed from using their hands to using a wooden paddle, but still Hotass had not made a single sound. But Ron could see that Hotass was totally turned on from the beating. Long strings of silver precum were making huge puddles on the floor benieth the boys spread legs.

The Dungeon was full of the sound of men in hot rut. Moans of ecstasy mixed with little cries of pain and heavy breathing. The Master's were having a grand time and from the erect, precum dripping cocks of all the slaves it was apparent they were enjoying themselves as well. Most of the Master's had shot at least one load and some had shot a second. Everyone was having a good time.

After Sebastian and Eric had left him standing alone in the center of the room, the mask locked on his head, the cock gag shoved down his throat and the little eye shutters closed, Ricky just stood there unsure of what the fuck he was supposed to do. Sebastian had not given him any instructions after he closed the shutters. Ricky didn't even know if he was alone or not.

So afraid that he might piss off Master Sebastian he just stood right where he had been left. But that was over twenty minutes ago. Ricky had no way of telling time and it felt like he had been standing there for hours. He was getting tired of just standing. The mask was heavy and he wanted to sit down.

Finally he decided to take a chance that Sebastian was gone. He knew that the table was right behind him so he turned, put out his hands and slowly made his way back to it. Once there he climbed up and sat.

It was over three and one half hours before Eric finally showed up to take Ricky to the Dungeon. This time Eric did not have one of the little devices that would allow him to talk to Ricky. Sebastian had ordered complete silence.

Eric connected a chain to Ricky collar and tugged gently. Ricky slid off the table at the first tug and followed whoever it was leading him to wherever his next living hell might be.

Ricky knew they had left the cell, the temperature of the air against his almost totally naked body changed. They did not go very far but they stopped twice and Ricky was sure it was because the person leading him had to open doors. After the second stop the temperature suddenly changed from the cool comfort he had been used to for the last couple of days to sudden heat. The person leading him stopped and Ricky felt him disconnect the chain. Then for a few moments there was nothing. He thought perhaps he was alone again, but where the fuck was he?

"Gentlemen!" Master Sebastian called out. "Here is our treat for the evening. A total straight eight I picked up a couple of days ago. I have managed to turn him in less than forty-eight hours. The boy loves to suck and be fucked. Gentlemen, I give you, Pussyboy."

It was at that exact moment that Eric opened the door to the Dungeon and ushered Ricky in. He walked him to where Master Sebastian was standing, disconnected the chain, and then left the room.

"As you know he can not hear or see us. Before we continue those that have not already done so please put on your hoods." Sebastian stated.

There was a bit of rustling as the assembled Master's began to put on their hoods. The hoods only covered the top portion of the face, from the nose up. It was important that Ricky never be able to identify any of those present.

"Now don't you think this is a fine looking specimen of virile, young manhood." Sebastian asked as the rustling ceased.

"This boy has been training for the Olympics and may make the US swim team. I say may because I believe his main focus in life from tonight onward will revolve around being fucked and sucking. It may be very difficult for his coach to ever get him to concentrate on swim training again." Seb boasted and then laughed.

"The boy thinks he has become a full time slave. We have pulled the old, "Power of Attorney," gag on him. He really thinks that I now own him body and soul. I would prefer gentlemen that he continue to believe that until the fun and games are over on Sunday afternoon." Sebastian continued.

"At that time he will be released and sent on his way to continue living his dull life or if he wishes, to voluntarily take part in further bondage experiences. I will help him to memorize the special phone number that will let him make contact if he wishes to take part in another bondage session. Now gentlemen he is all yours for the evening, enjoy." Sebastian said and took a small bow.

The Master's gave him a polite applause. As the applause was dying down, Seb opened the shutters on the mask. Then he pushed the code that caused the gag to start receding.

"You are a big hit, Pussyboy." Sebastian said into the mic on the little control device.

The shutters opened and Ricky saw the Dungeon for the first time. All those hooded and leather clad Master's sent a small shiver of fear up his backbone. One look at the Master's and all of the bondage equipment with young men strapped in was all Ricky's bladder needed to tell him it was time to pee again.

The Master's closed in and began to feel Ricky's muscles, his chest, his back, his bubble butt and then a big hand closed around his Thong enclosed cock and balls.

Ricky was devastated. He had never been pawed before. The feeling of all those hands touching every part of his almost naked body was extremely humiliating for the young jock.

"Take the mask off Seb so we can see his face." One of the Master's called out.

"Yeah, he can't do much sucking with that fucking mask on." Called out another.

"Ok, ok, hold your horses." Seb replied with a smile.

He pressed the code into his little hand held device and Ricky heard a click that let him know the mask had unlocked. He correctly assumed that he was supposed to now remove the mask and that is exactly what he did.

"Good, boy." Sebastian thought to himself. "It is amazing what a little pain training can accomplish in such a short time."

Ricky opened the mask and lifted it off of his head. Eric suddenly appeared at his side and took the mask from him. He gave Ricky a wink then left the room. Ricky liked Eric and was wishing he would stay to help him through this. His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sudden command almost shouted in his ear.

"On your fucking knees in the presence of your betters, asswipe." the voice shouted.

Without even thinking about it, Ricky dropped instantly to his knees. He didn't need or want any more pain and was bound, bent and determined that he would do whatever was necessary to avoid it.

The moment he was on his knees a huge, seven and a half inch, cut and fully erect cock was pushed up to his face. Again Ricky assumed, correctly, that he was supposed to use his mouth to stimulate the cock. Being completely inexperienced in these matters, Ricky just opened wide and took the big purple head into his hot mouth and began to suck on it.

"Well it looks like you were right, Seb. This kid sure likes his cock." Master J said as he looked down at Ricky slobbering away on his dick.

"But I think we are going to have to spend the evening teaching him how to do it right." he said and began to laugh.

The other Master's crowding around laughed as well.

"Is there a special order for using the boy, Seb or is it a first come first served thing?" Master J asked.

"He is on the house, J. Free to whoever wants him." Seb replied magnanimously.

"Ok, well guys I got him first so he is mine for at least the next half hour." Master J stated.

A few mock boo's and hisses echoed from the other Master's.

"Tough shit, guys. He's got his lips rapped around my dick and if I try pulling him off he will probably take my dick with him." Master J laughed.

"Yeah, either that or cause it to dissolve from all the slobbering he is doing." Someone called out.

"Well I am going to take him to room 1 and for the next half hour I am going to teach him how to be the best fucking cocksucker in this Dungeon." Master J announced.

"Hey, good'o." Someone shouted.

"Get up, boy." Master J ordered.

Ricky quickly spit out the cock filling his mouth and climbed to his feet.

"Follow me, and make fucking sure you stay back and to my right as you follow." Master J ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied and began to follow the big man.

Over the course of the following forty minutes, Master J taught Ricky everything he would ever need to know to please a cock orally.

Ricky took a liking to Master J within the first five minutes they were in that little room. He was nothing at all like Sebastian. He was friendly, never yelled, but best of all as far as Ricky was concerned he never did a single thing to cause him any pain. In fact it was quite the opposite.

By the time the forty minutes was up, Ricky had brought Master J off twice, just using his lips and tongue. After he came for the second time, Master J decided that Ricky deserved a reward for being a fast learner. He had Ricky lay back on the bed, went down between his legs and brought the boy off in less than five minutes.

The moment they walked out of that room two more Master's latched onto Ricky. They took him to the sling and had him bound in a flash. Ricky had seen pictures of slings in magazines but had never seen a real one before. He was a bit surprised by how comfortable it was. On top of that the straps were all made of fine leather and he loved the smell.

His legs had been spread and bound in a raised position giving unrestricted access to his vital parts. Once he was secured one of the Master's appeared between his legs. Ricky knew right away what was coming.

He didn't get to see anymore because the other Master was now standing over Ricky's head. His big cock throbbing right in front of Ricky's eyes. The man reached behind Ricky's head and suddenly the support that had been holding his head up dropped away.

The man placed a hand on Ricky's head and pushed down. Ricky knew instinctively that he was going to have to suck on that big cock. The man's big balls were resting almost directly on Ricky's eyes so he had to close them. He felt the tip of the cock head touch his lips and he opened up and stuck out his tongue to start licking.

He licked gently, teasing the warm, velvety cock head; surprised by the fact he was beginning to like the taste and feel of a cock. However being bound in a sling, with limited movement, restricted his ability to do much. He learned fairly quickly that he didn't have too.

The Master suddenly pushed forward and his big dick moved to the back of Ricky's mouth. Ricky's gag reflex began to kick in but almost at exactly the same moment the Master pulled back slightly and the gag reflex settled down. He pushed forward again only this time he didn't stop. The big seven-inch dick slid right down Ricky's throat.

The two Master's were co-ordinating their movements. At the same moment that big cock slid down his throat, another entered his back door. He felt a small shot of pain at his back end but it only lasted for a few seconds. Both Master's were now fully inside the boy.

Ricky had never had a cock down his throat and one up his ass at the same time. It was a most amazing feeling, as well as being highly erotic and his dick came to full attention.

After pushing into the boy, both Master's held still for a moment allowing Ricky's throat and sphincter to adjust to the intrusion of a big dick. It wasn't long before they both began a slow, gentle fuck, of Ricky's orifices.

If his arms had not been bound to the sling Ricky's hands would have been wrapped around his cock. He couldn't believe how good this all felt. Every nerve end in his body was on fire sending thrill after thrill to his now fevered brain. His fears of only minutes ago all gone as he swam in a sea of ecstasy.

Then a new sensation was added as the Master mouth fucking him began to tweak Ricky's nipples.

Ricky gave a moan of delight that sent vibrations up his throat and in turn gave the big cock sliding in and out of his throat some new stimulation. Ricky heard the Master moan in pleasure.

"Oh fuck yeah, boy. That is great." The Master gasped.

At first Ricky wasn't sure what it was he had done, then he remembered what Master J had said about humming when a cock was down his throat. To see if in deed it was his moan that had pleased the Master he tried to hum.

"Oh, fuck, Boy, yes, yes, that is fantastic." The Master gasped out again.

Ricky was pleased with this development. He found that he could give pleasure as well as receive even though he was bound up tight. He began to send little vibrations up his throat at regular intervals. For some reason he couldn't understand the Master's moans of pleasure turned him on even more than he was already.

The other big cock working away at Ricky's neither regions was rubbing Ricky's prostate on each in and out thrust. Precum was dripping in long silver strings from Ricky's throbbing cock.

The Master humping away at Ricky's back end brought a hand around and began to massage Ricky's balls, lightly. Ricky thought he had died and gone to heaven he was feeling so good. But things were going to get even better.

"Jason! Get your ass over here, Boy." Ricky heard someone yell.

A moment later he heard the same voice say:

"Clean up the mess and then work this cock."

"Yes, Sir!" A new voice answered.

A fraction of a second later Ricky felt a hot tongue licking his abs. The new feelings drove him even wilder. Ricky was climbing a mountain and it wasn't all that far to the top.

The top came even closer when Jason's hot mouth enveloped Ricky's throbbing phallus. Jason was a seasoned cocksucker and he went to work sending even more thrills through Ricky's now jerking body.

Ricky was very close to the top of his mountain. Fantastic sensations from the stimulation of all his vital parts had encased him in a circle of bright, coloured lights. Nothing existed but those feelings of pleasure exciting all of his nerve ends at the same time. His moaning was constant now and would be screams of delight if it weren�t for the hot cock fucking his face.

The two Master's had also reached the top of their mountains and it was their intention that they should all explode at the same time. They both picked up the pace, Jason, well tuned to this whole scene knew instinctively to keep up with the Master's movements.

Sweat was pouring from Ricky's body in large drops. His body involuntarily jerking to the ecstasy in which he was enwrapped. His moans were louder and longer now as he approached that final moment when the outside world would cease to exist and pleasure would take over completely.

Suddenly the hot acrid taste of cum filled Ricky's mouth. Almost at the same time he felt a warmth filling his insides. Then his world erupted into white light as his own balls released his pent up passion. Shot after shot of hot cum filled his mouth, more than he could swallow. The excess, under the pressure of his mouth squirted out the side of his lips.

Ricky had never known such pleasure. He was lost in world where nothing existed but feelings ravishing his body. Even Jason, with all his experience, was unable to swallow fast enough to keep up with the hot, gushing shots of Ricky's juice. As his passion ebbed with the last shots of his pulsing nuts Ricky felt himself entering a state of complete and total euphoria. His pleasure had been so great that he sucked and licked frantically at the cock filling his mouth, trying to get every last drop of cum which he suddenly found he liked.

The rest of the evening was a blur of sexual ecstasy for Ricky. To this day he still does not have a clear idea of how many times he dropped a load that evening. He only knows that it was the very best sexual experience he had ever had in his life up to that time.

The games went on until well after 3 AM. When it finally broke up for the night Ricky was worn out but a very happy young man. The ever-faithful Eric came to the Dungeon to escort him back to his cell.

"Well, Pussyboy." Eric asked once they were back in the cell. "Did you enjoy your evening?"

"Eric it was unbelievable. I never realized that bondage could be such a big, fucking turn on. If this is all I have to do to please Master Sebastian, fuck it will not be such a bad life after all. As long as he doesn't hurt me again." Ricky replied with a big smile on his beautiful face.

"I kind of thought you would enjoy the evening, boy. There are a lot of guys out there that think there are straight 8, just like you. However, in reality they are either gay and don't realize it or are Bi and can get it on with either sex but won't give themselves the chance to find out. I pegged you as being Bi, Ricky. I think from now on you will be able to enjoy sex with anyone." Eric explained.

"Do you really think so?" Ricky asked in surprise.

"I sure do, boy." Eric said. "Now enough of this chatter, get yourself to bed and get as much sleep as you can. They are going to want to start the games again in about seven hours."

"Ok, good night, Eric." Ricky said climbing up onto the table.

"Good night, Pussyboy." Eric said, then turned and left the cell, locking the door as he left.

Ricky awoke to the sound of Eric entering the cell the following morning.

"Good morning, boy." He greeted as he pushed in a trolley.

"Good morning, Eric." Ricky replied.

"Master Sebastian was very pleased by your performance last night and ordered a good breakfast for you." Eric said with a smile as he pushed the trolley over to the bed.

Ricky sat up and dropped his legs over the side of the table he had been sleeping on. Eric wheeled the trolley over to the bed positioning it directly in front of Ricky. He then pushed a hidden button and the trolley top began to lift up to Ricky's level.

On the top of the trolley was a large silver dome. Once the trolley top was at just the right height for Ricky to use as a table Eric released the button.

He lifted the dome up and the cell filled with those wonderful smells of breakfast. On a plate that had been under the dome, Ricky found a huge stack of pancakes, three fried eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries.

There was also a large coffee thermos, cream, sugar, an orange and an apple.

"I'll never be able to eat all this." Ricky said in astonishment at the amount of food.

"You don't have to." Eric replied. "I guess Master Sebastian wanted to cover all the bases. He can be quite generous when he is in a good mood."

"I guess so." Ricky replied.

"He said he would be down to see you around 10 AM, so you have a good hour or so to eat and get cleaned up. I will take you to the showers as soon as you have finished eating. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes or so. Eat up, boy." Eric said then headed out of the cell, locking the door as he left.

Ricky didn't think he could possibly eat all that food, but too his surprise he did. He was just finishing the second cup of coffee when Eric returned.

Ricky was feeling great. He'd had a good hot shower, then a shave and his belly was full from the great breakfast. He sat on the table that served not only as a bed but as his only chair as well. He had been sitting there for almost twenty minutes letting the events of last evening roll around in his head.

He had to admit that he'd had a great time. Eric had told him that the games would begin again today around 11 AM, he couldn't believe that he was actually looking forward to it.

The sound of the cell door opening intruded on his thoughts.

"Good morning, Pussyboy." Master Sebastian called out as he entered.

"Good morning, Sir." Ricky replied politely as he slipped down from the table and got down on his knees.

One of the Master's had explained to him that he should always show respect for a Master by getting down on his knees as soon as a Master approached. Ricky wanted to make sure Sebastian did not start beating on him again, so figured this may be a good way to avoid it.

"You learn fast, Pussyboy." Master Sebastian praised. "You are going to make a fine slave, boy."

"Did you enjoy the evening?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. I have never experienced anything like it, Sir." Ricky replied.

"I don't suppose you have." Master Sebastian laughed.

"Well the games will be beginning again soon and you will be going back into the Dungeon." Sebastian said and watched Ricky's face to see what kind of reaction he would get.

Ricky couldn't help but let a little smile curl his lips at this news.

"I see you like that idea." Sebastian grinned. "However, today you will have to work for your pleasures, boy. Last evening the Master's all took it easy on you. Today they are going to want to mix pleasure with pain."

The word, "Pain," got Ricky's interest right away and he jerked his head to look at Master Sebastian.

"Ah, you don't much like that word do you, boy. Well it is too fucking bad what you don't like. As I have told you before, a slaves' life is centred on pleasing his Master. Most Master's like to administer a good ass-warming to their boys every once in a while. Not only does it put a slave in his place, it can also be very, very erotic." Sebastian explained.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied through trembling lips.

"You are quite lucky, Pussyboy, that you belong to me. I won't be administering any of the spankings you are going to get today. They will be taking it easy with you, bringing you through the ordeal slowly so that you also begin to enjoy the experience. If it were me I would just say fuck letting you enjoy it. It is only my pleasure I am interested in. You are just a thing to be used in my books." Sebastian explained with an evil grin.

Ricky didn't know whether to feel relief from this knowledge or to start crying. He didn't want to be spanked by anyone, for any reason. But it was quite obvious from Sebastian�s words that he would be.

"Now before I leave I have an important task to perform." Sebastian said, changing the subject.

"I am going to give you a phone number and you must memorize it before you are taken to the Dungeon. Now I believe that pain is the best teacher going so I want you to lay over the bed with your cute bubble butt sticking up." Sebastian instructed as he started to remove a leather belt from around his waist.

Ricky saw what Sebastian was doing and became immediately frightened, afraid he was going to take a strapping to his ass. He was so scared, he started shaking before he was completely over the table.

"Relax, Pussyboy." Sebastian said. "You will not feel this strap unless you fail to memorize the number."

"I will tell you the number and you are to repeat it whenever I ask for it. For each time you get the number wrong you get one wallop with this belt. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered, his lips trembling.

"Area code, 1Z1-5Z4-3498, (To the reader, not a valid phone number). I will repeat it. 1Z1-5Z4-3498. Now think about it for a few minutes then repeat it to me." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky quickly ran the number through his head, repeating it over and over to himself.

"Ok, boy, that should be enough time. Repeat the number." Sebastian ordered.

"1Z1-5Z4-3498" Ricky called out correctly.

"Good boy." Sebastian praised as though talking to the biggest dimwit he had every known.

Then Sebastian began to tell Ricky about all the different ways he was going to be spanked today. He went on and on loving the look of horror he saw on Ricky's beautiful, young face.

Then suddenly he changed the subject.

"Tell me the first three digits of the phone number itself, boy. Now." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky wasn't expecting this and had to think for a few seconds, but that was all the time that Sebastian needed.

"Too fucking long, boy." he yelled and at almost that same moment the belt hit Ricky's ass cheeks a resounding blow.

"Ayiiiieeee." Ricky cried out.

"What are those three numbers, boy. Forget the fucking pain, just give me the numbers." Sebastian screamed.

This sudden change in Sebastian�s demeanour was just too sudden for Ricky. That, coupled with the pain from the belt blow to his ass cheeks sent his brain into receivership. He couldn't remember the fucking number.

Sebastian didn't wait for the boy to get his thoughts together. He raised the belt and let it fly again against the poor boys, bare, unprotected ass.

"Ayiiiieeee." Ricky screamed again.

His mind was a total jumble now, the more he tried to remember the farther from his grasp the number seemed to move. Then a sudden, inner strength he didn't even know he possessed took over.

"5Z4." he suddenly screamed out. "The first three digits of the phone number are 5Z4, Sir."

Disappointed that the boy remembered so quickly, Sebastian lowered the belt.

"There boy, see how well a little pain can help the memory." Sebastian laughed.

"Now tell me the whole number." he ordered.

"1Z1-5Z4-3498." Ricky called out right away.

Sebastian continued his little game for another half hour. He would start talking to take Ricky's mind away from the number then suddenly ask for a part of it. Ricky however had learned his lesson. Sebastian had been right, a little pain does help the memory. Ricky was able to give Sebastian whatever he asked for instantly. For example the very last number, the first number of the last four, the last number of the first three, the middle number of the Area Code. By the time the half hour was up, Sebastian was quite satisfied that Ricky would always remember that phone number.

Ricky was extremely apprehensive as he was led back to the Dungeon later that morning. Thoughts of those big men spanking his bottom really did not appeal to him to the slightest degree. Master Sebastian had made if very clear that he would stop at nothing to meet his own ends, so Ricky felt he really had no choice.

Eric led him back to the Dudgeon using a chain that he clipped to Ricky's collar. He was wearing the very same things he had worn last night with the exception of a new Thong. One of the Master's had literally torn the other one right off him last night.

Eric led Ricky to the center of the big room. The specialized equipment the Master's used was all around him. Much of it held a slave and had a Master or two playing with him.

"Get down on your knees and wait for one of the Master's to take you, boy." Eric whispered in his ear. "I will see you later, have fun."

Ricky got down on his knees as instructed and waited. His fear grew stronger with every passing second. But it seemed none of the Master's was much interested in him. The time just seemed to drag as he waited for that dreaded moment one of them would take him.

Ricky caught movement on his right, out of the corner of his eye and glanced over. A big man, all dressed in the same black leather clothing all the other Masters' were wearing, entered. But there seemed to be something special about this man. The other Masters' stopped what they were doing and turned towards him.

"Morning, men." He called out. "Now where is this NC, that I have heard so much about."

"Hi Alfie." a number of voices called out at the same time.

"Right over here waiting for you, Alfie." Kurt called out as he made his way to the big man.

Ricky couldn't believe the size of the man. He made Ricky and almost everyone else in the room look like puny little runts he was so big. The muscles in his arms and legs were massive.

"This has got to be a world champion heavy weight lifter." Ricky thought to himself as the big man walked towards him.

Just as the man got up in front of Ricky another big Master, one that Ricky now new was named Kurt arrived and held out his hand to the new arrival.

"Glad you could make it, Alfie." Kurt greeted.

"Almost didn't, but after what you told me on the phone I finally said to hell with the business I was working on and headed over."

"Is this the kid?" He asked looking down at Ricky.

"Yes, that's him." Kurt replied.

"Don't look like much but skin and fucking bone." Alfie remarked.

Ricky took immediate offence to those words. He had a good body and was proud of it. Ok, he may not be six foot and weigh in at 300 plus pounds, but he certainly was not all skin and bone either.

"On your feet, boy." Alfie commanded.

Ricky immediately got up.

"Ever have a good spanking?" Alfie asked.

"No, Sir." Ricky answered politely.

"Was there such a thing as a, "good," spanking." he wondered.

"Well I think it is about time you had one, boy." Alfie stated.

"If he has never had a spanking before Kurt I would prefer to do it in one of the private rooms." Alfie said to Kurt.

"Sure, I figured you would want a private room, Alfie. We have number 2 all set up for you." Kurt replied.

"Great!" Alfie exclaimed. "I will talk with you after the session."

"Follow me, boy." Alfie ordered.

Scared shitless now, just by the size of this man, Ricky followed on trembling legs.

Room 2 was not much bigger than the room Master J had taught him how to suck cock in last night. It was ten by ten, had a big wooden chair in the center of the room and a large cupboard on one side. The cupboard had doors but they were closed.

After they were in Alfie ordered Ricky to close the door, then turned towards the trembling young man.

"So you are an NC, Boy." Alfie stated.

"I don't know what that means, Sir." Ricky replied.

"Oh, but you are green." Alfie laughed. "An NC is an Non Consensual. That means you are here against your will. Master Sebastian gets a big kick out of snatching a straight eight guy and forcing him into gay sex and slavery. You were forced here against your will were you not?"

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied.

"Well boy, that's life. It has lots of ups and downs, being snatched is a down, being at the mercy of Master Sebastian for a few days after being snatched is also a down, a big fucking down, from what I hear. But according to Master Kurt last night was a big high for you." Alfie said, trying to put Ricky at his ease.

"Yes, Sir. Last night was very exciting, Sir." Ricky replied still extremely nervous.

"Well boy, what I am going to do to you may seem to be a down, and it probably will be at first, but I am positive you will see it as a high before I am finished." Alfie smiled.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered doubtfully.

"It is not my way to beat a boy senseless just for the fun of it. When I engage in a sex game I want my partner to enjoy the game as much as I do. If at any time during the next half hour or so you honestly feel you cannot go on then call out, stop. Just that, stop, and I will discontinue the game. You must remember at all times, boy that the things that happen in a Dungeon are games, they are not reality. The whole idea is mutual enjoyment. Do you understand?" Alfie asked.

"No, I don't think so, Sir." Ricky replied honestly.

"Well I think before the day is over you will." Alfie said and smiled.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied.

Alfie then went and sat in the chair.

"Remove your Thong, Boy." Alfie ordered.

Ricky quickly pulled the little tag at the back of the thong that permitted it to easily be removed. He stood there, his dick hanging limp, his face turning red in mild embarrassment.

"Nice looking piece of equipment you have there." Alfie said.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come over here and lay across my lap, boy." Alfie ordered.

His legs still trembling in fear Ricky obeyed the order of this man he was beginning to like.

"I am going to start off very gently, because this is your first time. But as you get turned on I will increase the force. My objective will be to make you cum just by spanking your bottom." Alfie explained.

"I don't think that will happen, Sir." Ricky answered.

"I think you are in for a big surprise, boy." Alfie laughed.

Alfie then raised his hand and gave Ricky's pink bottom a gentle slap. Then rubbed his warm hand gently over the spot.

To Ricky's amazement that gentle slap caused a stirring between his legs. The same gentle slap and rub was repeated, and repeated. With each slap Ricky felt his dick get just a little stiffer.

The slaps were not painful in the slightest degree, but Ricky's bottom was starting to turn a pretty shade of pink.

After the tenth slap Alfie had Ricky stand up.

"Look down at your dick, boy." He ordered.

"Do you still think it will not be possible for me to make you cum by giving you a spanking?" He asked with a big grin.

Ricky's face turned a deep shade of pink. His dick was semi ridged, the man was turning him on with just slaps to his ass. "Shit I must be pretty fucking sick to be liking this shit." Ricky thought.

"No, Sir. I guess you can make me cum with just a spanking, Sir." He answered.

"Damned right I can and will. Now lay yourself down and let's get right into this game." Alfie ordered.

Ricky lay himself back down across Alfie's lap. A moment later he felt a stinging slap to his backside.

"Owwww." he cried out from the sudden shock of the sting.

"Smarts a bit, huh, boy." Alfie laughed, "Well it will get better, boy, but first you have to have the down side."

A second slap followed Alfie's words and Ricky cried out again.

"Boy, a good slave tries not to let his Master hear his distress. You must keep it inside. Having to listen to a slave crying and begging like a little kid could piss the Master off and then he might do something that causes real pain." Alfie instructed.

"Yes, Sir. I will try to keep it to myself." Ricky responded.

"Shit, not only do I have to take a beating now, I must also keep the pain to myself." he thought, "Fuck, these guys are fucking crazy."

Alfie continued to spank Ricky's ass using the same amount of force. Ricky was doing his best to keep his distress inside but was not having much luck. He gritted his teeth and tired to keep his lips tightly closed, but his little moans of pain escaped through his nose. But at least he was trying.

His ass was on fire and all he wanted was for Master Alfie to stop. But he had taken a real liking to Master Alfie and was afraid that if he called for a stop, Master Alfie would think he was a real wimp. For some strange reason it had suddenly become very important to Ricky to look good in the eyes of this man. So he stuck it out.

It was somewhere around the tenth or was it the fifteenth slap that Ricky's cock began to respond again. Well it was more than just a beginning, the fucking thing just suddenly popped right up into full erection. The next slap came down, but it didn't sting anywhere near as bad as the first bunch. The next one didn't sting at all, in fact if anything it felt good and Ricky moaned in pleasure.

Alfie sensed the change and began to increase the force of the spanking. He smiled as felt the boys' boner brushing against his leg. "Yup." he thought. "We got us another boy that is going to want to come back for more."

It took Alfie almost thirty minutes to bring Ricky up to climax. As he sensed Ricky getting more and more turned on, he increased the force. Within 20 minute Ricky was breathing hard and wanting to grab his dick to wank, but Alfie would have none of that. The boy would have to cum just from the spanking itself.

Each slap of that hand on his bare ass was sending electric thrills throughout Ricky's body. His cock was bouncing up and down and slapping against Alfie's bare leg. Each time it rubbed against Alfie's leg a new thrill would travel through Ricky's body. He was now lost to the world, living in a world of his own that consisted only of his throbbing cock and the constant rhythm of the spanking that Alfie had set in motion.

His ass felt red hot and that heat had travelled down to his cock and balls. Coloured lights had surrounded him in his lust filled world where all that mattered was the feelings travelling through his body. He tried to increase those feelings by grabbing his cock, but each time Alfie would push his hand away.

Then suddenly Ricky felt his balls lift in their little warm sack.

"Oh, fuck yes!" he screamed out. "Beat my ass, Master, beat my miserable, good for nothing ass."

Ricky's balls had lifted and he was shooting his hot man juice down the leg of Master Alfie. Shot after shot of hot cream squirted out of his dick while he continued to scream for Master Alfie to beat his ass. Nothing mattered but to unload his spunk and in his lust he would have done anything to achieve that end.

After ten solid squirts his balls were empty and he quickly began to fall from that glorious high. Alfie stopped spanking the boy the moment he knew that Ricky had finished shooting his load. He sat there, not speaking, just gently rubbing his hand across the hot, firm bubble ass he had so recently been spanking.

Ricky was panting and gasping for air after his climax. It took a good five minutes before his system began to return to normal. He felt fantastic. His ass felt extremely warm and added to the contented feeling that had taken over his body.

Alfie let Ricky lay across his lap for a few more minutes. It was imperative that the first spank be one that the slave, particularly an NC, never forget without fond memories. Alfie was sure that was the case here. He would have bet just about any amount that within a few days Ricky would want to be spanked again. Well if Sebastian had done his job right the boy would be calling that number before the week was out and that number just happened to be one of Alfie's private lines.

When Ricky's breathing returned to a more normal rhythm Alfie decided that Ricky had, had enough rest.

"Up you get, boy." he ordered.

Ricky raised himself from Alfie's lap. He still felt tingly all over. Never in his life had he experienced anything like this.

"Well, boy!" Alfie asked, "Did you enjoy your first good spanking?"

"Yes, Sir!" Ricky exclaimed, a big smile spreading across his face.

"It was unbelievable, Sir."

"How does your ass feel?" Alfie asked.

"Warm, Sir, but no pain." Ricky replied.

"And there shouldn't be, boy. You are a natural for spankings. Do you think you would like another?"

"Yes, Sir, I think so." Ricky replied.

"It is too soon right now, but I am sure before the day is out another of the Masters' will be only too happy to give you what you need." Alfie said.

"But right now you have my cock hard and throbbing. Now what do you propose to do about it?" Alfie asked.

"I don't know, Sir." Ricky replied turning a bit pink. "Should I suck it, Sir?"

"Well boy, that would be a good start." Alfie laughed.

Alfie was still wearing his codpiece and he stood up expecting that Ricky would get down on his knees and remove it. However, Ricky was still very green. He was totally unsure of himself or what to do.

"You have not been given much in the way of instruction; have you, boy?" He stated.

"Uh... no, Sir." Ricky stammered.

"Well you should get down on your knees, remove my cod piece and sniff it. Then I would like to watch as you lick all of the precum from it. That boy, is what a Master expects from his Slave, particularly when he has just provided that Slave with pleasure." Alfie instructed.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered and dropped to his knees.

He remembered how to get the codpiece off and a few seconds later he was sniffing the insides of the garment. His senses were immediately filled with the odour of male musk. Not too strong or over powering. In fact he was finding the scent intoxicating. His dick responded by rising to a semi erect position.

He stuck out his tongue and gave the insides of the leather piece a touch. It didn't taste bad. It was kind of sweet and he took a tentative lick. Before he realized what he was doing he was licking the insides of the cod like it was his last meal.

Alfie watch and smiled as the boy got right into it. "Oh, yes! This boy is definitely going to want to come back for more." He thought to himself.

The scent of male musk and leather mingling with the sweet taste of Alfie's precum had Ricky turned on again. He was extremely disappointed when the codpiece was clean and he could not get that sweet taste any longer. Reluctantly he pulled the codpiece away from his face and looked at the big seven and a half inch cock throbbing right in front of his face.

A small silver drop of precum appeared at the piss slit and began to drip off. In his now lustful state Ricky automatically leaned forward and caught that drop with his hot, eager tongue. He savoured the taste; wanting more.

He remembered what he had learned yesterday about sucking cock so began first by kissing the throbbing, purple head. He flicked his tongue lovingly across its soft, velvety surface. Alfie gave a gasp of pleasure. That spurred Ricky on and he began to tease the head with little flicks of his tongue. Each time his tongue touched his cock head, Alfie gave a gasp.

Ricky then began to flick and lick his way down the throbbing, pulsing shaft, all the way to Alfie's hairy pubs. He brought his right hand up and began to massage Alfie's balls. Gently kneading each one in his soft, warm fingers. Alfie loved every touch of that tongue and those fingers.

Another drop of precum appeared at the slit and Ricky was ready for it. He was not going to loose a single, precious drop of the male nectar.

Alfie breathing had become raspy and Ricky figured, from what he had been taught, that it was time to take that cock head into his hot, moist mouth.

He opened just a little and pressed his lips up against the cock head. Then he pushed gently forward letting his warm lips rub along the head as it was forced into his hot mouth.

"Oh, fuck yes, boy. That feels so fucking good." Alfie called out.

For reasons which Ricky didn't understand Alfie's words made him feel really good and spurred him on to give this cock as much pleasure as he could.

Once the cock head was inside his mouth he worked his tongue lovingly around it while at the same time sucking gently.

"Yes, yes, that's the way, boy." Alfie moaned.

These new words of encouragement gave Ricky the courage to try and get that big cock down his throat. When he had tried it with the instructions of the Master's yesterday all he could do was gag. He only managed to get a cock down his throat if a Master forced it down.

Ricky was determined that Master Alfie would not have to do that. He wanted to give this man as much pleasure as he had given him.

Ricky took a deep breath and suddenly pushed his head forward. The big cock slid right to the back of his throat. Ricky felt his gag reflex begin but didn't let that stop him this time. A fraction of a second later that big cock head was lodge as deep into his throat as he could get it. His nose was buried deep in Alfie's pubic hair.

With the cock down his throat Ricky remembered that he was supposed to let it rest there for a few moments. He held himself still luxuriating in the feeling of a big cock down his throat. His own cock was now throbbing and demanding attention. But he also remembered that he must never touch his cock unless given permission to do so by his Master.

"Oh shit, boy, that feels so fucking good. You have learned your lessons well. Yes, that feels so fucking good." Alfie encouraged.

Ricky was proud of himself for being able to do for Alfie what he had not been able to do for any of the other Master's. But he now knew he had to start fucking his face with that big cock and that is exactly what he did.

Ricky set up a slow, full in/out rhythm. As he worked Alfie's cock Ricky instinctively brought a hand up and began to massage Alfie's balls. At some point Ricky remembered that one of the Slaves had gently rubbed a finger around his rose bud while sucking him last night. Ricky remembered how good it felt and wanting to please Master Alfie he brought his free hand up and gently rubbed around Alfie's rose bud.

"Yes, yes, boy. Oh fuck that feels so good." Alfie gasped out.

Pleased with himself Ricky continued to give Alfie as much pleasure as he could. It didn't take long before he felt Alfie's balls begin to lift in their sack. By now he knew that this meant Alfie was about to blow.

Ricky prepared himself. He had also learned last night that the Master's were especially pleased if the slave managed to swallow all of his cum without loosing a single drop. Ricky was determined that he would not let any of Alfie's precious seed escape.

"Oh yes suck me, boy." Alfie cried out.

At that same moment he began to unload his seed into Ricky's throat. Ricky picked up the pace slamming his face into Alfie's pubs with each forward thrust.

Alfie unloaded shot after shot of hot man juice deep into Ricky's throat. Ricky found that if he timed his forward thrusts correctly, each of Alfie's squirts would be in the throat not the mouth. That made it easier to swallow the entire shot without any oozing or shooting out the side of his mouth.

Alfie shot eight big loads and two smaller ones. Ricky was pleased as punch that not a single drop of Alfie�s juice escaped. When Alfie was dry, Ricky licked the cock clean.

He continued to lick and suck on Alfie's cock until Alfie pulled away.

"You did real good, boy. You sure have learned how to please a Master." Alfie said as he placed a big hand on Ricky's head and gave a friendly rub.

"Thank you, Sir." Ricky replied pleased with himself.

"Well put your thong back on and we'll go back out to the Dungeon. I am sure there are still quite a few Master's that want to have a go with you. You should have a pretty good day, boy. Enjoy it."

"I hope so, Sir." Ricky replied as he retrieved his thong and got it back on.

Ricky did have a good day. He was placed in a stock, tickled and masturbated. He was hung upside down by his ankles with his legs pulled apart as a Master used different sized and shaped dildos on him. He had two more spankings, by different Master's and came for each one.

He was placed in a small cage in which he had to stay on his hands and knees while he sucked and was fucked.

He was placed in a slightly larger cage where he could lay down in a fetal position and was left for two hours to rest.

For dinner he was placed on a table in the center of the Dungeon, his hands cuffed behind his back and had to eat beef stew from a dog dish just using his mouth while the Master's and other slaves jeered him on.

By the time he was taken back to his cell at two in the morning, he was totally wiped out, sucked out and fucked out. It was an experience he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The following morning Eric brought him another big breakfast. Then it was off to the shower to get cleaned up. Ricky thought he was going to have another day in the Dungeon but was to be very disappointed.

He was sitting on the table waiting to go back to the Dungeon when Master Sebastian entered the cell.

"Well Pussyboy, did you enjoy your time in the Dungeon?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Would you like to go back?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you like the idea of being my full time slave for the rest of your life, Pussyboy?"

That question threw Ricky for a loop. He remembered back on all the cruel things Master Sebastian had done. He also remembered that Master Sebastian had told him point blank that he didn't care if Ricky had pleasure or not, he only cared about himself.

"Should he tell Master Sebastian the truth?" He wondered. "If he did would Sebastian beat him again?"

These thoughts were racing through his mind as he tried to decide how to answer. He could see an impatient look on Master Sebastian�s face so decided that the best path the truth.

"To be honest, no, Sir, I don't. But I know my feelings are of no consequence. I did enjoy my time in the Dungeon, but I want to be a free man, Sir."

Sebastian didn't say anything. He just stared into Ricky's eyes with a dark forbidding look. He continued to stare until Ricky couldn't take the stare any longer and looked away.

Sebastian broke out into a side-splitting laugh.

"Your a good kid, Pussyboy. You played our games and you enjoyed it. I gave you a phone number to remember, what is it, boy?"

"1Z1-5Z4-3498" Ricky repeated quickly.

"Eric, bring in the mask." Sebastian called out.

The cell door opened and Eric entered carrying the Mask in one hand and a large leather case in the other. He brought them over and placed them on the table, then left the cell.

"You didn't much like having the mask locked on your head, did you boy?"

"Well at first I didn't mind, Sir, but when I couldn't get it off I didn't like it much."

Sebastian laughed at that.

"Well boy, this mask is yours. You will keep it in this leather case." Sebastian said opening the case.

Ricky looked at Sebastian in confusion.

"Don't look so confused and surprised, Pussyboy. From the moment the Mask was placed outside your door we have all been playing a game. For you it was a reality game, but never the less it was a game. Those papers you signed were not legal documents. You are not a slave. I do not own you. As a matter of fact in about one hour from now you will be released and free to go home."

Ricky was in shock over this statement, it was so unexpected.

"You�re not joking, are you, Sir?" Ricky asked when he finally found his voice to speak.

"No, I am not joking. In about one hour you will be taken from here and released. But before that happens there are some things that need to be explained to you."

"First you had a good weekend. Ok so you had to endure a bit of pain, so what? You also had some of the best sexual experiences you have ever had, correct?"

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered with a bit of doubt in his voice.

"Well boy, we are going to give you the opportunity to engage in these games again, only next time it will be of your own free will."

Sebastian paused for a moment to let this sink in.

"That's right, your own free will. If after you are released you decide you want to play more of these types of games call that number you have memorized. Tell whoever answers your name and that you want to play more games, then hang up. That is all you have to do."

"A short time later you will receive a phone call giving you directions. You must follow those directions explicitly. If you don't you will not be permitted to play the games. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered but his mind was running round in circles trying to take in all that Sebastian was telling him.

"One last point before I leave. The directions you will be given will tell you to go to a specific location. You must take the mask and any other items that are given in the instructions. When you get to the location remove the mask from the case. It will open and you must put it on. In other words you will always wear the mask to or when leaving the Dungeon."

Saying that Sebastian stood up.

"Well Pussyboy, I do hope we will see you again, if not you have a very nice souvenir of your weekend in the Dungeon. Goodbye, boy."

Sebastian turned and walked out of the cell not waiting for Ricky to make any reply.

Ricky was stunned. He couldn't believe what Sebastian had just told him. Well he had plenty of time to digest it all.

Eric arrived an hour later.

"Well Ricky it is time for you to head home. You will be taken to a place where you will be permitted to remove the mask. There you will find clothes so that you can get dressed. You will also find your car there so you won't have to walk home. Ok?"

"Yes, I guess. But this was all so unexpected I am still trying to get it all together."

Eric laughed.

"Yeah, most of the NCs say the same thing once we get them ready to go back home. But Ricky almost every one of them will call that special number within two weeks of being released. I hope you will. I have taken a liking to you."

Ricky blushed.

"Thanks Eric, but I really don't know what I want right now. It is going to take a while for me to get it all straight in my head."

"No Problem. Now you will have to put on the mask. The eye shutters will close as soon as it locks. Unless you become a full time player in the games you will never be permitted to know where the Dungeon is located."

Ricky picked up the mask and was surprised to see that it was open. He placed it on his head and closed it. There was an immediate click as it locked in place. A moment later the shutters closed.

Ricky was taken to a large warehouse. He was driven there in the back of a big black limo, although he knew was that it was a very comfortable vehicle. He was ushered to a room in the warehouse and his guide had him sit in a chair, then left.

Ricky sat in that chair for a good ten minutes before he heard the click that told him the mask was now unlocked. He removed the mask and found that his clothes were on a desk, neatly folded and waiting for him. The case for the mask was there as well.

After getting dressed and placing the mask into the case Ricky left the office and found himself in a large warehouse. His car was sitting just outside the door of the office, the keys in the ignition.

Ricky tried to pick up his old life, but all he could think about was the time he had in that Dungeon. At night he would lay in his bed reliving those experiences in his mind and masturbating to them.

By the end of the first week he knew without a doubt that he wanted to go back for more. On Friday he couldn't wait any longer so he picked up the phone and dialled, 1Z1-5Z4-3498.

On the third ring the phone was answered:

"Yes."

"Ricky Doolittle calling, I want to play again."

Ricky hung up the phone as he had been instructed. Ten minutes later his phone rang.

"Hello."

"Go to the same warehouse where you were dropped off last week. Flash your headlights three times at the door and it will open. Drive into the warehouse and park you car outside the same office. Go in, strip naked, sit in the chair and put on the Golden Mask." Then the line went dead.

The End.

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