The talk at the table seemed to go on and on. My knees were aching something awful and now my back was starting to stiffin form holding myself so ridged and I was begining to feel a bit light headed. The Master, for some reason took that moment to look at me.

"Henry", he said quietely, but loud enough that I could hear him, "the Pussyboy is in distress get him relaxed".

"Yes sir", Henry replied in an equally quiet voice. I am sure no one at the table heard the exchange except the three of us.

Henry got up from the chair, took the chain from the Master and said, "Come with me, Pussyboy".

Getting up, however proved to be easier said then done. My knees had really become stiff and later I found out that they were also a little swollen from all the dropping I did back in the bar. But I wanted to move so badly that I forced myself up. I was a little light headed and it took a moment for my head to clear.

Henry started back the way we had come in. At the doors the same two boys were there to open them for us. We exited into the bar which was now completely empty, except for the barman and a number of lads, again dressed identical to me, who were cleaning tables and the floor.

As we entered the bar Henry turned left and I followed. We finally came to a door which Henry opened and we went through into a long hall. About halfway down Henry removed a key and opened a door. We went inside. It was a fairly large room that had a sofa and two matching easy chairs. A coffee table with reading material seperated them. "You were doing so well there Pussyboy", he began. "The Master was very proud of you, I could see it in his eyes. But then you had to try looking around, that was not good, and you will probably be punished for that later. But he did warn you".

"I didn't mean to disobey", I whined, tears forming in my eyes again. "But there was so much happening around me and it was so difficult not to look around".

"Well you can see what happens when you disobey", he said. "This is a club for Masters, anyone not dressed like you is a Master and they like nothing better than to find fault with another Masters Slave. You are being watched every minute and the moment you do something wrong one of those Masters will apply discipline and then gloat as he informs your Master of your disobediance. It is very embarrasing for the Master to have his slave put him in such a position".

"I didn't know Henry, why didn't you warn me before hand. I really don't know anything about this Master/slave stuff".

"Well Pussyboy", he said, "the rules of the club do not allow a new slave to be given much of an intro about what to expect. You are completely on your own. If you obey the Master as you were warned to do before entering the club, you will not have any problems. So remember, obey the Master".

"I am trying Henry, I am really trying", I answered.

"That cuff on the head is making you try too hard. Now you are making yourself ill. You must keep still but you must also relax while you do it. It is not necessary for you to kneel at attention. You may sit back on your heels. Just try not to move once you have a position or someone will surely discipline you".

"Ok Henry I will do my best", I said.

"The floor show will be starting soon and you will not be the focus of attention as much as you are now, and will have some leaway to shift your positions slightly. Just do it very carefully and you shouldn't get caught. Also remember what the Master said about your performance on the stage. Watch everything that is going on and try to come up with the sexiest routine you can think of. Anything goes and you will be awarded points based on originality. Now we had better get back the floor show will start soon and we must be in the theatre when it starts".

With that he turned and headed for the door, being as I had a chain leash attached to my collar and that Henry held the other end I had no choice but to follow.

When we got back to the table Henry passed the end of the leash back to the Master and went to his chair and sat down. I plopped back down on my knees, but did it carefully so as not to cause anymore pain then necessary. Then I sat back on my heels and waited.

It was another 10 minutes or so before the house lights dimmed and the curtain began to rise. As it rose I could see that behind the curtain was a stage set resembling a dungeon. It was a scene right out of an old movie and looked real.

A voice permiated the hushed theatre, "Good evening Master Scott, Master Muller, Master Fitzroy and Master Anderson. Welcome distinguished members of Slaves Unlimited to our monthly evening of fun and entertainment. We have a wonderful show planned for you this evening and as a special treat we have enough new slaves that we shall be able to have a, "Dance of the Slaves", event". That brought a big cheer and clapping of hands.

"As if that wasn't enough, Master Scotts new slave has only been in service for 2 days, which should really make for an interesting contest".

With that the spotlight travelled quickly from the Master of Cerimonies to me.

The Master gave a one word command, "Stand", and I obeyed instantly.

I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, this was terribly humiliating. Thankfully the spotlight only lingered for a moment and was gone. The crowd was clapping maddly and hooting. Once the light left me the Master gave another one word command, "down", and I dropped back to my knees. As I dropped down and started to rest back on my heels I noticed that my dick had started to rise again. Oh shit, that's all I needed.

The MC went on for a while telling a few jokes and in between, announcements about upcoming events and the like. Except for the jokes which I found almost impossible not to laugh at, which earned me a severe look from the Master when I did, the remainder of his dialogue was boring.

Finally he finished and introduced the first act. It was a couple of slaves that had been in training for six months, apparently they belonged to different Masters and had never met before. There assignment was to make each other cum.

Slave number one, I have to call them One and Two because no names were given, was at least 6' tall, had pitch black hair, a broad chest with very well defined pecs and a well developed six pack. His buns were perfectly shaped and beckend to be held and carressed through the tight leather of the pant things..

Slave number two was equally as good looking, the only real difference was his blond hair and he seemed to have an inch on One.

In a movement so quick I didn't even see it coming, One grabbed Two by the arm, twisted it up behind his back and placed his other arm around Two's neck. His right leg shot out and kicked Two's legs out from under him and in a second Two was tits down on the floor. Before Two could recover from that little bit of action, One whipped some rope out of thin air it seemed, and had Two's wrists securely fastened behind his back.

Well the crowd in the theatre went wild. They screamed, shouted, whistled and clapped their approval, it seems these guys like rough stuff. Not good I'm thinking.

One paid no attention to the crowd, he was set upon completing whatever it was he had in mind. He quickly grabbed Two by his bound wrists and lifted up. Two let out a howl of pain as his shoulders were wrenched, but One paid no attention and continued lifting up until Two got up on his feet. One continued to apply pressure to Two's arms by lifting up on the bound wrists and forced Two to hobble to a spot where a chain was hanging from the ceiling.

He fastened Two's bound wrists to the chain then went over to the wall and started turning a winch. Two's arms began to raise higher. One continued to winch until Two began to scream out for mercy. He then let the chain drop back a notch and walked over to where Two was practically imobilized.

He then gave Tow an order, "Spread you fucking legs, bitch". Two tried to comply but that put more pressure on his arms.

One was having none of that, "I told you to spread your fucking legs now you getem' spread wide or I'm gonna break your fucking balls".

Two must have realized that One would carry out the threat because he spread his legs wide while at the same time letting out a moan of pain. There must have been some kind of fastening devices on the floor, I couldn't see from my position, because One bent down and did something at each of Two's ankles.

One then stood up and walked all around Two. He was either admiring his handy work or what was more likely, admiring Two's magnificent body, from my position it was difficult to tell which. Once he was behind Two he cozied on up close and started to rub his hands up and down and across Two's pecs. Then while the left hand continued that task the right began to drop, massaging across the abs. The the hand continued to move on down, across the black thong and began to massage Two's dick.

Around behind, One was now making humping motions against Two's back while he massaged Two's dick. Two's dick must be massive, every once in a while I could make out the outline of his dick through the black pouch whenever Ones hand moved out of the way. This all went on for quite a while, until Two was begging for One to, "let me cum, shit man, please let me cum".

One paid no attention to Two's pleading and just kept up what he was doing. Ones hands were roaming all over Two's body taking him to the top. Two's moans and groans of pleasure came through loud and clear. The stage must have had one hell of a good sound system.

Finally One pulled away from Two's back and came around front. He got down on his knees, moved his hands to Two's waist and in a flash the thong came off and out popped the largest cock I had ever seen. It had to be 8 or 9 inches long and it was also very thick. I had read about cocks like that but had never believed that they really existed. As it pulled out of the thong it flew upward and a long silver string of precum went flying across the stage.

One wasted no time, he took that massive organ in his mouth and began to work it in and out. On each in stroke that massive instrument went further into One's mouth. He worked slowly and eventually the entire length of Two's magnificent cock disappeared into One's mouth and throat. One held it there for a few minutes and was moving his head slightly. I don't know exactly what he was doing, but it was obvious he was providing some kind of stimulation to Two's dick.

One then pulled almost completely off Two's organ and began taking it all the way in, then all the way out. As he worked he picked up the pace and soon was working that cock at a pretty respectable clip. Two, meanwhile was moaning away oblivious to the pain in his shoulder being exerted by the bonds. The look on Two's face and the moanings indicated that he was enjoying this tremendously and would be soon shooting his load into Ones eager, facefucking mouth.

In fact it was only a couple of minutes later when Two let out a wild screech of pure delight then started to shout, "Oh yes work that cock, boy, work that cock."

One had his hands full, or should I say mouth full trying to keep up with the goobs of cum Two was shooting into his mouth and throat. But of course there was just too much and some began to dribble out the sides of One's still bobbing head. He must have felt the escaping boy juice and put his hands up to catch the overflow.

Two continued to spasim for two minutes or more. When he finally stopped pumping, One continued to suck the juices making sure he got it all. When he pulled out he licked his hands clean and licked somemore around Two's cock head.

Finally he stood up, put his arms around Two and gave him a big kiss. They both stood there locked in that kiss for a few minutes before the crowd burst into applause and cheering. One pulled away from Two, turned, faced the audience and bowed. The crowd went wild.

Once the crowd had settled down, One bent down and released Two's ankles. He then went over to the wall and released the lock on the winch and let Two's arms down. Then he was behind Two undoing the ropes. He then took Two's hand in his, they were both facing the audience and they both took a bow together. Again the crowd went wild. If I hadn't been cautioned not to move I think I would have joined in, it really was quite an erotic show, my dick was throbbing and oozing precum inside my thong pouch.

The curtain dropped and the house lights came up.

It had now become apparant to me the the outfit I wore was a kind of slave uniform here at the club. That was kind of reasuring and eased the embarrasement I had felt at first, I was not alone. What I didn't realize was just how many slaves were present. As soon as the house lights came up the room suddenly was full of slaves scurrying around delivering fresh drinks to all the Masters. This only took a few moments and then the slaves all disappeared, the lights dimmed and the curtain rose for act two of this little drama between One and Two.

As the curtain rose One was sitting in a chair, centre stage. He was looking around, a bit of a worried expression on his face, I guess he realized that Two was probably pissed off at the way he was treated and was going to get even. Well if that was what he was thinking, he was right. Suddenly from off stage, on the opposite side from which One was now looking a larriet came flying out. With pinpoint accurracy it dropped around the unsuspecting One. Once it was just below chest level, Two gave it one hell of a jerk and it tightened around One locking his arms to his side.

Before One could react, Two had flicked the rope and it again wrapped itself around the hapless One. Two kept a steady tight pressure on the rope as he quickly walked himself up to his prey. He tied the rope off so the struggling One could not get it loose, then grabbed the back of the chair, tilted it back and dragged the chair and One over towards a large wooden X which was stage centre but near the back of the stage. He walked up to the X raised his arm above it and grabbed a chain and pulled it down. He pulled it all the way to the still struggling One. He connected the chain to One's collar, then went to the wall did something that caused the chain to start retreating back towards the ceiling dragging the hapless One with it. When it seemed just about read to lift One off the floor, chair and all by the neck, Two turned off the mechanism.

He walked back to one and untied the ropes and removed them. One's stood up and his hands went to his collar right away but he could not undo the chain. Two went back to the wall and again turned on the chain mechanism and it started to lift again. When it had One almost standing on tip toes, Two walked up to him and grabbed his right wrist, pulled it to the upper right arm of the X and secured the wrist in a cuff. He then did the same for the left arm. Then he fastened each of Ones ankles to a lower arm of the X. Two then walked back to the wall did something and the chain pulling One up slackened. Two went to him and released it from the collar. The chain then just seem to lift on its on accord up to the ceiling. Two went behind the X and then we could see the arms of the X expand stretching poor One tight on this cruel form of stretching table.

Two came around and faced his victim. There was a big smile on his face as he brought both hands up and each grabbed one of One's nipples and began to squeeze. One gave out a howl of protest, but Two just squeezed harder and then twisted. One was screeming from this treatment, but I noticed his cock was stiffening right up.

Two noticed as well and removed his right hand from the nipple it was torturing and grabbed One's balls. He pulled down hard which wrenched another howl of protest from One. Then, it was hard to tell from this distance, it looked like Two squeezed One's nuts real hard. This elicited a scream of pure agony from One and a great big smile of satisfaction from Two. It looked like he had gotten his revenge for the treatment One had forced on him earlier.

Two's hands then reached for Ones waist and the thong was off he wipped his now dripping dick with it and then stuffed it into One's mouth. One tried to fight it, but it did no good, Two had the upper hand and that thong went into One's mouth.

Two turned to the audience and gave a little bow. The audience cheered, whistled and applauded. Two then went over to a rack and selected what looked like a small version of the infamouse cat-of-ninetails. He went back to One. One was shaking his head no and trying to beg for mercy through the thong gag, but Two was having none of that. He lifted the little whip and brought it down with a resounding series of small cracks against the unprotected chest of poor old One. The audience went wild.

One's face went red and he seemed to be trying to scream through the gag. His body was jerking but due to the tightness of his bonds he couldn't move very much. The whip was raised and met is mark a second time. The reaction from One was, if anything, even more wild then the first time. What was even more amazing was that One's cock was just a throbbing and bobbing up and down. He was really turned on by this pain. I found it almost unbelievable that anyone could be turned on this way, but then hadn't Henry said that, that is what had happened to me? The thought sent a chill up my back.

Two laid 10 good ones to poor old One's bare chest. When the whipping was finished, One's chest was one big mass of red welts. They looked angry and sore. But his cock was jumping, bobbing, throbbing and throwing precum all over the place. That boy was one big ejaculation just waiting for the moment of orgasim.

I am sure a good fortyfive minutes to an hour had passed since Two began his seduction of One. Two's dick was a bobbing and throbbing as well. Long sivler threads of precum could be seen constantly dripping from his dick. Finally he got down on his knees infront of One and took the poor boys big dick in his mouth and began to suck. Two didn't fool around, he seemed to really know what he was doing and in just a couple of seconds had One's dick deep in his throat and was face fucking himself on that huge shaft.

One was so turned on he couldn't hold any longer and began shooting his load into the eager mouth of Two, who sucked like crazy, making sure none of that prescious load slipped away. When One was finally dry, Two performed the same action that One had done earlier. He got up and gave One a long, lingering kiss while the audience went wild.

Two then undid One's bonds and they held hands, faced the audience and bowed. The audience again gave a resonding creshendo of approval. The curtain dropped and the house lights came up.

The Master stood up and everyone at his table did like wise. He hadn't moved at all so I thought it would be best if I just stayed kneeling. My instructions were not to get up unless he moved. So I stayed still. He turned around and walked away from the table towards the doors we had come in. I was on my feet in an instant although it was bloody painful. My legs were close to cramping from being in that position for so long. As well the room had gotten real hot and my throat was dry.

We went into the bar turned left and headed back to that room where Henry had given me some valuable instructions. Once we were in the room the Master headed for an easy chair and sat down. I got down on my knees beside his chair and sat back on my heels. He hand came up and rubbed my hair. Shit he was treating me like a dog again.

"Good boy", he said. "Your not doing too bad at all Pussyboy". He then sat back in the chair and said nothing. Henry and William had not stayed, they went through a door behind the couch into another room.

Shortly they came back and Henry came over and took my chain from the Master. He then told me to follow him and I did. We went through the same door to a bathroom where Henry advised me to take care of any needs I might have. I would not get another chance until the evenings festiveties were over. I went to the toilet and had a pee. My dick was all wet with precum. The show had so far been extremely erotic and I had been dripping like a faulty tap. I grabbed some toilet paper and dried the inside of the thong as best I could and then dried off my dick.

I went to the sink, washed my hands and then sprinkled water on my face and took a couple of hands full of water to slack my dry throat.

"I shouldn't be letting you do that Pussyboy", he said, "slaves are not permitted to partake of any refreshments while in the club. I will overlook it this time but never do it again".

"I'm sorry Henry I didn't know, I won't ever do it again I promise." I said with the utmost sincerity, "Thanks Henry".

He just gave me one of his really wonderful smiles and said, "come on the Master will be wondering what is taking so long".

When we reentered the room the Master and William were both sitting in the easy chairs and having what looked like a wonderfully cool drink. There was a tray on the floor right infront of the position that I was supposed to take when kneeling. I knelt down behind it and sat back on my heels. The Master reached over and placed his drink on the tray and then, I am sure, purposfully knocked it over.

"Oh shit", he said, "I've spilled my fucking drink. Pussyboy lick it up before it sinks into the carpet".

Is the man insane, how in fuck can it sink into the carpet when it is on a tray with almost two inch sides. But who am I to argue with the Master, my lot is to obey and I bent over and started lapping up the wonderfully cold, deliciously refreshing rye and 7. I was a very good boy and lapped up every last drop. I even took each ice cub and crunched it right up and swallowed before it could damage the carpet. I was a very good slave.

The Master looked over when I sat back up, "did you get it all before it sunk into the carpet, Pussyboy?"

"Oh yes Master", I replied in an ernest tone, "I got it all including the ice cubes, sir. Thank you for trusting me to do a good job sir".

He just gave me a big smile, then broke into open laughter.

"Now it is time for you to earn the privledge of cleaning up after me Pussyboy. These shows are pretty erotic and we are not permitted to do anything about it in the theatre, so before we go back in my nuts are full and need some relief".

He didn't have to say anymore, I crawled quickly over between his legs and pulled down his fly and removed his massive organ. I didn't waste anytime, but began to suck away on that beautiful piece of masculan fruit. The Master wasn't kidding, I had only just managed to get the whole thing down my throat when he began to cum. Monster spasims of hot seed were forced down my throat under great pressure. When he was dry I licked his dick clean, placed it back in his pants and did up his fly.

"That was good Pussyboy, now do William and when you finish with him do Henry. You will not be permitted to cum just yet. Save yours for the show".

Disapointed that he wouldn't let me have relief but extremely happy that I was going to get to have young Williams sweet cock in my mouth again more than made up for the disapointment. I crawled over to William, opened his fly and pulled out his throbbing dick. William had been suffering as badly as I had been. The inside of his shorts and his dick were completely covered in gooy precum. I bent down to go to work and marveled at how sweet William's dick seemed to taste in comparison with his father's.

I was not in a big hurry this time, I was going to take my time a make sure William really enjoyed it. I licked all around the engorged purple head. Savouring the aroma that wafted to my nostrils, like a child with a lolly pop I licked all the wonderful juice off the head, the shaft and down around the balls. I was in heaven and so was William.

I must have been taking too long because the Master growled, "You better stop fucking around Pussyboy and make William cum. You still have to do Henry and there is not a lot of time left".

Shit, I thought just when I was really begining to enjoy this. Well I had no choice so I swallowed Williams cock and began facefucking myself on his shaft. My right hand was fingering and playing with his balls and I could feel them begin to tighten. I didn't want too, but I picked up the pace, bringing William to the magic moment. His nuts unloaded with a gush that almost started me choking, I hadn't expected such a large load. I managed to get things undercontrol and did my best to make sure I emptied his nuts completely. "Oh William my love," I thought to myself, "your seed is like the nectar of the gods. I love you so".

Once William was dry I gave one last lick all round to make sure I had got all there was to get then tucked his beautiful cock back into his pants and zipped him up. Right away I was off to do Henry. I was surprised when I turned around, because Henry was completely naked, lying on the couch. One leg was draped over the back of the couch and the other was on the floor. His massive dick was standing straight up, bobbing back and forth almost as if it were doing a little dance.

I scrambled over real quick and got down between his legs and began my minstrations to this wonderful example of masculinity. I made some preliminary licks up and down the shaft and a few quick darts around his huge balls. I knew I couldn't take too much time or the Master would be all over me again. My right hand began fingering his nuts and I could feel them thightening. Henry was not far from shooting, so I sank his shaft deep into my eager throat. Henry's big cock was sliding in and out of my mouth and throat, my tongue wrapping it's self around the shaft on it's journeys back and forth. I picked up the pace and Henry was soon shooting wads of hot cum deep into my throat and down into my gullet.

Henry was still shooting when a soft ding dong sound filled the room. I was not expecting it and it startled me.

"10 minutes to curtain", the Master said. "Finish up there Pussyboy and if you have the urge, go empty your bladder, but if I catch you wanking I'll break your fucking hand, understand".

"Yes sir", I said.

I finished Henry off and headed for the toilet. Couldn't believe they were letting me go in there by myself. Well I guess the Master was begining to trust me and I wasn't about to do anything that would negate that trust.

I had a quick piss and then went back to the room. Henry was dressed and they seemed ready to go.

"Oh by the way", the Master asked, "do you know how to remove the thong?"

"If you mean like the two guys on stage did, no sir I don't". I answered.

"Show him Henry"

Henry came over and showed me that although the waist band looked like one piece it was actuall held very close together with a velcro fastener. If you grabbed it in just the right position and pulled up, the pouch dropped down and the waist band seperated. I gave it a couple of quick tries and the Master was satisfied that I would be able to take it off at the right moment. Henry clipped the chain to my collar again and handed it to the Master.

The little ding dong sound filled the room again as the Master opened the door and we all stepped out into the hall.

To be continued.