The two knocks woke me from a deep sleep and the yell had me sitting up. It was dark in the room so I figured the sun hadn't risen yet. What bloody time is it I wondered. I looked around but there didn't seem to be a clock anywhere.

Erin came bulling in through the bedroom door.

"Well good morning Rob, it's going to be a great day. Time for your cleaning so up you get, I have a lot to do this morning." Erin announced jovially.

"Morning," I managed and gave a big yawn. I was still not fully awake.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Don't have a clock huh, let John know after and he will have one sent up for you. It is approximately 4:35 am. Old Saul will be raising his glowing head in about 15 minutes."

"4:35 am, what a gawd-awful time to be getting up." I murmured.

I slid my feet to the floor and stood up. I wobbled to the bathroom and took a leak. Then headed for the cupboard to get the enema bottles while Erin set up the table.

I took the bottles to the sink, squirted a shot of detergent in each, then filled them with very warm water, as warm as I figured I could stand. John had said the hotter the water the better the job it did cleaning.

Once all three bottles were filled I made my way to the table, hanging one bottle on the hook and placing the other two on the side tray. Then it was up onto the table, my feet in the stirrups and wait for Erin to begin.

The enema went with out problems, in fact I think I actually enjoyed it. Erin had other duties so he left. I set about cleaning up all the enema equipment and putting it all away. I then lifted the lid of the whirlpool, turned it on, set the timer and climbed in.

30 minutes later I was back in the bedroom, enama'd, whirlpooled, showered and shaved. I made the bed and gave the room a good check over to make sure it was clean. Then realized I didn't know what I was supposed to do next.

I wandered around the apartment for a bit just looking. I went over and sat by the window. The sun was above the horizon and was casting it's golden rays across the grounds below. My apartment has a beautiful view of the gardens. Full of colourful flowers with a large water fountain in the centre, shooting water at least 20 feet into the air.

My stomach started to growl, getting up this early makes a guy hungry I guessed. I got up and went to the kitchen. But the cupboards and refrigerator were empty. Not a crumb of food could I find. I grabbed a glass and settled for a glass of water.

I wandered restlessly back to the living room, then remembered about the button in the bedroom. I'll call John, I thought and find out what I'm supposed to do.

Quickly, I made my way to the bed and pressed the button.

"Yes Rob, what is it?" John asked after a few seconds.

"What am I supposed to do John?" I asked as I looked around the room for the intercom speaker.

But there was no answer.

"What do you want Rob?" John asked again a hint of impatience in his voice.

Where the hell was the mic and how did I turn it on? John hadn't shown me that.

"Rob are you pressing the button when you talk? he asked. "Did I forget to tell you that.... sorry."

I pressed the button and asked the question again. John told me to get dressed in the standard slave out fit. It would be in the closet. Then just wait and he and Erin would come get me to take me to breakfast.

Well I found the stupid outfit. I had been hoping, against all hope that I would not have to wear this thing again. But now I guessed I had better get used to it, this was going to be my standard dress from now on.

After dressing, I again checked the room to make sure it was tidy, then went back and sat down by the window. My attention was instantly drawn to the far side of the flower bed. Three full grown white tail deer were lazily munching on the grass. I sat there enthralled by this wonderful spectacle.

A knock sounded on the door and I got up and opened it. John and Erin were both there dressed the same as I.

"Let's go," John said. "Remember Rob, you are out of your room now and may not speak unless it involves the Master's business."

We headed silently down the hall to the elevator. On the ground floor we headed down the great hallway into a part of the mansion I had not yet been. The aroma of eggs and coffee started to waft through the hall getting stronger and stronger. My stomach gave another growl.

It wasn't much farther until we entered a rather plain dining room. It had a number of small tables much like a coffee shop. A steam table stretched from wall to wall at the far end. There were a large stack of plates at the right end. We headed towards that side.

John and Erin each grabbed a plate and headed up the table. When in Rome....I thought, grabbing a plate. There were large trays with all kinds of wonderful things to eat for breakfast on the steam table. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, home fries and mounds of toast. I took what I wanted and followed the guys.

We headed for an empty table and put our plates down. Then they headed back to the steam table, so I followed. There they grabbed some fresh fruit from a cooler, got a mug and filled it with coffee.

It was a great breakfast. Turns out that this dining room is considered slave quarters so the slaves may speak about anything they want. We had a great conversation while we ate. I asked John about a clock for my room and he said it would be there sometime this afternoon.

I also asked him about the kitchen. The empty fridge and cupboards. He said that the mansion had a store room specifically for the slaves. He said that when we were on our own time we could go to the store room to get the things we would like to have in the room for snacks or light meals. They would show me where the store room was later.

John informed me that after breakfast I would be going to the Master's office. The Master wanted to speak to me and we were to be in his office at 7 am.

When we were finished we took our dirty dishes up to a hole in the wall with a counter. We placed our dishes there. I could see into the room beyond. It was a large washing up room and there were at least four young men washing pots and putting dirty dishes into a large dishwasher.

We headed back up the hall past the elevators and almost to the front door. On the left were a set of double, oak doors. John opened the door and we all filed in. As soon as we were in Erin moved up on my left side and John closed up on my right. Then they both went down on their knees. Well I thought, the when in Rome rule again, and went down.

The room was small with a large desk directly in front of us. There were all manner of office equipment that you would find in any secretaries office. On the right, inline with the desk, but about 10 feet away was a large, padded door. I figured that would be the door to the Master's office.

The desk was empty, we three were the only ones present. Neither Erin or John made a sound. They remained ridged waiting for orders.

The padded door opened and a voice said, "Yes Sir, by 10 am."

A man in his mid to late 30's came through the door. He was dressed in the standard slave garb. After closing the door, he proceeded to the desk. He never glanced at us or in any way acknowledged our presence .

He sat down and made some entries on his computer. About 10 minutes later a buzzer sounded, I assumed it was an intercom.

"Yes Sir?" he spoke softly.

"Is Rob here yet, Eric?" came a response from a speaker somewhere on that desk.

"Yes Sir, so are John and Erin."

"Very well send them in."

"Yes Sir."

Without giving us a single glance he said.

"You heard, in you go."

We all stood up together. John, as usual led the way. He opened the door, entered, and I followed. Erin brought up the rear. As soon as we were in they moved to my side, I knew what was coming and when they went down I went with them.

We didn't say a word and the Master completely ignored us. He was busy writing something. It was a large office. The wall opposite the door was all windows, giving a view out on the same garden I had viewed from my room.

The solid walls were lined with framed certificates, photo's, a few paintings, trophy's, awards and the odd decorative ornament.

The desk was about 8 feet long and was located at the far end of the room. Between us and the desk were strategically placed twin sofa's. They sat across from each other with two matching easy chairs at each end. In the centre, a huge, oval coffee table finished off the setting.

The Master kept us waiting for about 5 minutes before he finally raised his head and looked down at us.

"Rob come here." he suddenly commanded.

I quickly got to my feet and walked quickly to stand in front of his desk.

"Now tell me more about IconSoftware and Hugh Gorden."

For the next 30 minutes or so I filled him in on the work I had been doing. I told him that my almost finished report was still in my computer back at my old room. This caused him to become very alert.

"Would you be able to finish it, if you had your computer?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I answered. "I have about 3 or 4 more hours of work to do to finish it off."

"All my notes and the proof are in the computer as well, Sir."

"You know I have purchased your contract from Rushton's, therefore that report legally belongs to me now."

"Yes Sir."

"I would like you to finish it. Your PC will be brought to your room and you will have as much time as you need to complete the report."

"Rob I want that report as complete and accurate as you can get it. If it means taking a few more days, take them. If there is anything you need, any help we might be able to give, ask Henry. But finish that report."

"Yes Sir I will Sir." I responded with a bit of a smile.

"You won't be able to start until tomorrow so this afternoon we will go on an outing."

The smile fell from my face instantly. A fucking outing. I hated his outings. It meant I was going to be humiliated again. Damn, damn, damn.

"You don't seem very happy about going for an outing. Is this your way of saying you don't want to go Rob?" he asked, giving me that cold, dark stare.

"Oh no Sir," I replied quickly. "I am always happy to do whatever pleases you Sir. An outing would be great fun Sir." I lied like crazy and placed a forced smile on my face.

"Oh, for a moment there I thought you had forgotten your lessons. Great then we shall leave right after lunch, let's say 1 o'clock."

"John," he called. "I want Rob in leather's 3 for an outing this afternoon. You and Erin make sure he is dressed exactly as per instructions for leather's 3."

"Yes Sir," John answered without getting up.

"Good. You and Erin wear leather's 2, you will be joining us. That will be all."

"Yes Sir." John answered again.

I took that as a formal dismissal, turned and walked back to join John and Erin. They both stood up just as I was approaching. John turned, opened the door and the three of us filed out.

John led us back upstairs to my apartment. He opened the door and we filed in. Once inside John began to speak again.

"We have a few hours to kill and no assigned duties, so Erin and I are going to have some fun." John stated matter of factly.

"Would you care to join us?"

Now that was an invitation I couldn't refuse. But I also had some questions about this outing and particularly about leather's 3. How fucking far would I be sticking out this time?

"That would be great John, but what about this outing thing and the outfit he wants me to wear?"

"Rob that is the Master's business. We have no right to talk about it. He has given us some specific instructions. We will follow them to the letter. No questions asked, none answered. Ok."

"Ya, sorry." I said shame faced.

"No probs bud. Look strip down and hang up your clothes. Then come to the next door down the hall, that's Erin's apartment. We will play there 'cause Erin has lots of great toys." he gave a laugh then he and Erin made for the door.

After they left I went to my bedroom and stripped, hanging everything up in the closet. I gave the room a quick check to make sure nothing was out of place and headed down to Erin's room.

Someone shouted, "Come on in", to my knock so I opened the door and entered. It was a living room identical to mine except for the colour scheme. While mine was in shades of burgundy, this one was in shades of blue.

They were both in the bathroom and John called out for me to hurry up. I made my way to the bathroom and entered. To my surprise both John and Erin were dressed in what looked like skin tight rubber outfits.

The only parts of their bodies visible were those revealed by strategic holes in the material. What I could see were the eyes, mouth, cock and balls. They each grabbed an arm and dragged me over to one of the enema tables.

The table had features I had not noticed before. There were cut outs at the points where my shoulders would rest, a diabolically clever idea. They placed me on my back on the table. My arms went down through the cut outs and secured to a reversed arm rest under the table.

With my arm bent at the elbow, and pulled up against the reversed armrest, they secured my arm at three places with thick straps. Once fastened it was impossible to move the arm at all or get any leverage. As well it pulled the shoulders flat to the table making it impossible to raise or move the upper body.

My legs were placed in the stirrups and secured by straps at the ankles and just above the knees. Then they spread the stirrups wide exposing my vital parts.

This all happened very quickly. I was on the table and my arms secured before I even got the first protest out.

"What are you doing guys?" I was almost crying.

"We are taking you on a trip Rob. Just lay back and enjoy the journey." John said.

I started to protest again and John bent over and picked something up off the little side tray. When he brought it into view I saw that it was one of those terrible inflatable gags, like the one they had used on me before.

"Aw not that John, I'll be quiet, I promise." I whined.

"Too late, open up." he said.

I clamped my jaw tightly closed. Ain't no way I was going to let him put that fucking thing in my mouth.

"Open up Rob," John demanded.

I defied him.

"Erin squeeze Rob's nuts that'll make him open up."

"NOoooooo," I yelled. "I'll open, I'll open." and I did.

John slipped the gag on and quickly fastened it.

"Now be good and I won't inflate it. You won't get another warning."

I had no choice. Having my arms secured as they were, I was not able to lift my head high enough to see what they were doing, so just lay back and waited. They were busy fastening all kinds of straps around me, totally immobilizing my body.

Finally I heard Erin say, "That should do it."

"Try to lift your ass Rob." John said.

I tried but couldn't budge at all. I was fastened down completely. The only thing that I could still move a bit was my head.

I then felt something being fastened around my balls. They were pulled pretty tight together. Then a tug, a quick shot of pain and a feeling that my nuts were being pulled off. I tried to yell but all that came out was a muffled garble.

"The pain will stop in a minute Rob," John soothed, "Just relax it is not really as bad as it feels at the moment. It will settle down shortly."

I don't fucking well want it to settle down shortly, I want it to settle down now. I tried to scream through the gag, but of course all that came out was a muffled garble.

The pain did ease off and all that was left was a great feeling that something was pulling my balls.

I must apologize dear reader for forgetting to tell you about my dick. Although I didn't like or want any of this stuff they were doing to me, my dick was in it's glory. It was standing up straight, waving to the guys as they worked. Precum was dribbling all over, I could feel it.

So I may not have liked this shit, but it sure as hell was turning me on. One of the guys decided to be a real friend and took my dick in his mouth and sucked a bit. There were muffled sounds coming out of the gag again, only this time they were muffled sounds of pleasure.

The mouth was abruptly removed from my dick and I felt devastated. I wanted it back. The mouth was replaced by a hand. The hand had some kind of lube on it. The I felt something being pushed over and down onto my dick. It was a tight fit and my foreskin was dragged back a bit as whatever it was seated itself on my cock.

A soft hum filled the room and then the most incredible feelings began to work around my dick. It was like, well a million little fingers, all lightly teasing the nerve endings at a million different places on my dick at the same time. This was followed by a gently sucking feeling and a pulsing, the pulsing was similar to someone gently wanking me.

While all these incredible feelings were going through my cock, my balls had begun to be stimulated by a gentle pull/release, pull/release of whatever was attached to them.

Erin and John taking up positions on either side of my chest began to suck and bite my nipples. That was all it took, so much stimulation at once was too much and I started blowing my load. Whatever was wrapped around my dick paid no attention it just kept up doing it's thing at the same pace. I didn't know what was happening to my cum but I could feel it being sucked right out of my dick. And still that thing kept working.

John and Erin both knew I was cuming but didn't pay any attention, they just kept sucking and nibbling on my nipples. Needless to say I didn't loose my erection once I was finished shooting. I was still getting unbelievable stimulation.

John finally tore himself away from my nipple. He came over and started to remove the gag.

"How does it feel Rob?" he asked with a smile on his face.

''Fantastic John but what the fuck is..aaaahhhh..going on." I gasped.

"You are being milked by a milking machine." he said as if this were an everyday occurrence.

"You can get pretty high from this so it is necessary to be strapped down. It is a safety precaution."

The feelings had gotten too great I couldn't concentrate on John or what he was saying. All that interested me was the sensations moving rapidly through my body.

John moved to the head of the table and did something that caused the portion under my head to drop. He then moved into position and placed his rock hard cock to my lips. I took it in greedily. I desperately need a cock in my mouth.

Then I felt Erin at my back door. Oh man, I was going to get fucked too. I was lost in a world of ecstasy. Those never tiring little fingers played with the nerve ends, the sucking and wanking of my dick by whatever it was. John's beautiful, tasty cock down my throat and Erin's dick pounding in and out of my ass, striking my prostate on every thrust just adding to it all.

I came, another huge load sucked up by the machine. John sensing me unloading started pumping his sweet life's nectar into my parched, greedy throat. Finally Erin began to pump his hot seed up my chute. His juice coating the walls and making squishing sounds as he continued to pound away, emptying his balls.

I was still cleaning John's cock when Erin finally pulled out. The milking machine still had my cock standing rock hard. Erin went over and shut the machine down. Those fantastic feelings emanating from my hard member ceased immediately. I almost screamed, "turn it back on.", but thought better of it.

Erin returned and began licking his cum that was seeping from my asspussy. His hot tongue swishing against my still tingling bud sent wonderful little shivers up my back.

The boys then began the process of releasing me from the table. As they worked we talked about the experience. I admitted that I really could get to love something like this.

"Ya, but ya have ta be very careful Rob. This could become very addictive and spoil normal sex. The Master only lets us all have one session a year on it. This was yours."

"You mean it was his idea to do this? I thought we were coming here to play." I said a little indignantly.

"When are you going to learn that we don't do anything without his permission or orders Rob?"

"Of course he ordered us to do this. But does that change things in anyway? Does that make the experience any less great than it was?"

"Ah... no," I answered sheepishly.

"All you have to do is obey and you will end up having the most wonderful experiences you could ever imagine. Don't question, just do."

"Ok, thanks John. I will try harder to remember all of this, I promise."

"Well enough of that let's all jump in the whirlpool," John suggested.

"Hey I'm with you," I answered gleefully.

What can I say, I like the fucking whirlpool. We jumped in and splashed around like three kids hitting the swimming hole for the first time. We tussled, dunked each other and just generally had fun.

Eventually we grew up a bit and sat back to let the water work it's magic. It didn't take long before my cock was standing up straight. The swirling water doing an excellent job of masturbating me. I just happened to be in a position where one of the jets was shooting straight out at my dick. It felt fantastic.

My face must have gave away the feelings that were going through my dick.

"What the hell are you up to?" John asked.

"Are you wanking?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. A silly smile plastered all over my face I'm sure.

"No, the water's doing it." I answered.

"You slut," he said playfully.

"Erin this fucking slut is letting the water wank his dick. Now I don't think that is appropriate behavior in a public bath, do you?" he said in mock indignity.

"That's for sure," Erin answered.

"I wonder what we should do about such disgraceful behavior?"

"Well I for one think he should be punished. A stiff cock down his evil throat and another up his ass should teach him the error of his ways." John announced.

"Here, here," Erin yelled enthusiastically.

"Let's do it."

And they did. Erin climbed out of the tub and sat on the edge. His big dick sticking straight up. I knew what was expected so quickly wrapped my lips around it and began to work it.

John came around behind and soon had his cock up my boypussy, humping away merrily. Amazingly I just happened to still be in a good position for that knozzle. It was still doing a great job of massaging my dick and now was also massaging my balls.

I felt the tension in Erin's dick change and knew he was about to come. I worked my tongue faster and began to hum to increase his sensations. His cock tightened right up and seemed to get larger.

"Oh yes suck it Rob. Suck my fucking cock right off. Oh, man suck that thing." he yelled as he started to shoot his load into my throat and mouth. I caught it all and swallowed as fast as I could.

Then John began to yell.

"Oh yea, oh fucking A."

And he began filling my chute with more boy juice.

Just about then the water jet succeeded in bringing me to the finish line. It had been too soon since the massive milking so I only managed two very weak squirts and it stopped. Still, the water did bring me off and a smile curled my lips. Now that I knew it could, what fun I could have in my whirlpool late at night if the urge struck.

Once we were all sated we climbed out of the whirlpool and headed for the shower.

20 minutes later we were sitting naked in John's kitchen drinking coffee. We talked sports for a while, until John suddenly got a bit excited.

"Oh shit look at the time. We all have to get dressed, go to lunch and be in the Master's office for one. We don't have a hell of a lot of time."

"Let's go get Rob dressed first, it is going to take the longest anyway. It won't take us more than a few minutes to slap on our stuff." John said.

"Good idea, lets do it." Erin responded.

With that we were up and headed to my room. John went straight to the closet and removed a garment bag. He laid it down on the bed and zipped it open. Inside was a, what else, black leather outfit. Here we go again I thought.

"What about the ear ring?" Erin asked.

"Oh fuck, I forgot about the ear ring." John replied a bit shaken.

"Look go call Ted and tell him to get his ass up here real quick. The Master wants two number 4's, a 2 and a 14a." he said to Erin.

"Right." Erin replied and left the room.

"What's that all about," I asked innocently, "or is it none of my business?"

"Your going to get your ears and nose pierced Rob." he answered while he set out the things.

"Oh fuck." was all I could think to reply.

Next the job of getting dressed began and it was a bit of a job. I had to stand with my legs spread wide while John fastened a leather strap around my cock and balls. When it was on, the top part of the strap went all the way around the top of the scrotal sac.

A second strap which was permanently attached to the first strap, was brought up, separating my two nuts. It fastened to the front of the top strap.

My nuts were now separated, pulled tight in the sac and stuck out on each side. It was a strange feel, no pain, just strange. A large metal ring, about 2 inches in diameter was attached to the bottom of that strap and hung straight down. I had no idea at all what that ring was for.

Next John had me turn around, bend over with my hands on the bed. He squirted something on my rose bud and then worked it up my hole. He pulled his finger out and I wanted him to put it back in. Well he put something back in but it sure as hell was not his finger.

It was cold and it slipped right in. It didn't hurt or anything, but it did feel filling. It was possible that if that stayed in there for any length of time it just might become uncomfortable.

He took a cloth and cleaned up around my ass. I guessed he didn't want any of the lube he had used to get all over whatever he was going to put on me next.

Well next turned out to be a pair of skin tight soft leather pants. They had two holes in the crotch and I assumed they were for my cock and balls. Of course I assumed correctly.

He took the trouser and bent down. I had to hold onto him as I lifted one leg and he worked the first leg in. Then repeated the process with the second leg.

He then began to pull the trousers up. They were tight and he had to work at it to get them up. He was up to my knees when Erin returned.

"He will be here in about 10 minutes so we have plenty of time." Erin informed us.

"Ok, help me get these fucking pants on him. They sure are tight this time. I hope Josh didn't make another mistake. The Master will tear his backside off if he did."

Oh great they were trying to get me into a pair of pants that may be too small. Just what I needed.

But with the two of them working together they finally got them up. It was a little tricky getting my strapped nuts through the hole provided in the pants but they finally managed with only a few mistakes that nearly sent me through the ceiling.

The pants were tight, no getting away from it. They pulled my ass cheeks together, which was a double assurance that the butt plug thing wouldn't fall out. I could just imagine how much fun I was going to have trying to walk in these fucking things.

Next was a jacket. It had long sleeves, however half the chest area was missing. When closed and zipped up, my well developed pecs and nipples stood out for all the world to see.

"Oh shit," John said.

"There's a fucking hair on your chest. Did you shave this morning."

"Just my face," I said meekly.

"Idiot. You gotta fucking shave your whole body every fucking day. If the Master sees that hair your in big trouble Rob."

"Erin go get his razor and we will take this one off. Just hope you don't have anymore showing somewhere."

Well they shaved off the hair and ran the razor around my pecs just as a precaution. Only problem was they did it dry and with in a couple of minutes my bloody chest started to itch.

That itch though was the least of my worries. What the fuck was I going to do if the Master found a hair on me somewhere. Damn, I didn't want to loose my lovely apartment or all the other great things they had given me. I didn't want to go back to the dudgeon and the cage or much worse. A small tear formed in my eye.

Next John brought out a strange looking thing. It was a rectangular piece of black leather about two feet long and one foot wide. It had a strap attached at each corner. I soon saw that it fit just like a diaper. The straps on the left side, front and back buckled together and were pulled tight, the same with the right.

They had me sit on the bed while they worked on the boots. Again they came up to just below the knee and were laced tight.

Finally my hands were forced into a pair of very tight, stiff mittens that did not have a thumb. I effectively could not use my hands at all. The leather was so thick on the inside of the hand that it was impossible for me to bend my fingers.

"We will remove these down in the dining hall so you can eat, but then they go back on." John said.

"Ok Rob stand up so we can have a look at you." John ordered.

I stood up and nearly fell flat on my face. The boots were a hell of a lot different then the ones I had worn yesterday. They had 2 inch thick soles and four inch high heels.

The boys caught me before I fell and helped me walk around a bit to get used to them. It took a bit but I managed.

There was a knock at the door and I hollered the standard, "come on in."

A small, skinny guy, he couldn't have been more than 5' 4", 120 lbs. entered carrying a briefcase.

"Sorry it took me so long. I was working on an intricate tattoo when Erin called."

"Was this a sudden order or have you known about it for a few days and forgot?" he asked.

"The Master gave us the task this morning. We had a whole bunch of stuff to do in a short time and it just slipped. Sorry Ted." John answered.

"So'k John, I know you don't fuck around, this is just between us."

"Thanks Ted, it's appreciated."

"So this is the legendary Rob we have all been hearing about. Glad ta meet ya Rob." he said sticking out his hand.

Legendary. Every one has been hearing about me. Oh shit. My escapades have been travelling all over the mansion. I could feel my face getting read.

"Well lets get to it I gotta get back and finish that tattoo. Let's go to the kitchen it will be easier on both of us in there."

Saying that he marched off through the door to the kitchen.

"We are off to get dressed now and should be back in about 10 minutes. When Ted finishes, practice walking in you heels. Believe me you will be glad you did." John said as he turned to leave.

I followed them as far as the living room then went into the kitchen. Ted had his brief case open and had a strange looking gun thingy in his hand.

"Just sit on the chair and keep as still as possible. It really doesn't hurt all that much, just a sudden pin prick and it is over."

Ya that's always easy for the one doing the jabbing to say. I wasn't afraid, needles have never caused me a problem. However I did not want my fucking ears pierced. As with all things around here though, I had no choice.

Ted wiped my ear with an antiseptic, moved the gun into position and pulled the trigger. I felt a sudden pin prick and it was over. He then did the other ear.

"I'm afraid this one is not quite so pleasant Rob. I'm not going to shit ya, it stings a bit. It may also cause your eyes to water up for a bit. But don't worry it will settle down fairly quickly."

Hadn't I heard that, "settle down", thing earlier today. My response now was the same as then. I don't even want it to start.

"Now just push your head back and look straight up at the ceiling. Ok here we go".

There was a little snap and then my fucking nose started to sting. My eyes filled with water and it was difficult to see.

"There all done. That wasn't so bad now was it?"

Everyone's a fucking comedian around here.

"No I guess not," I said.

My nose was still stinging and my eyes watering.

"Last part of your new jewelry." he said taking a gold chain out of his briefcase.

He placed a large mirror on the table, went around behind me and demonstrated how to attach the chain to the ring in the left ear and the small ring in my left nostril. He had me put it on and take it off a couple of times to make sure I knew how to do it.

He then handed me two tubes of antiseptic ointment. I was to wash each piercing three times a day with the ointment until both tubes were empty. If I failed to follow these instructions and ended up with an infection the Master would be very displeased.

He informed me that if a piercing became red, inflamed or sore I was to let John know right away.

"Don't be a fucking idiot and fool around with infections, ok?" he said.

"Ok." I replied in a despondent voice.

"The rings are permanent Rob.....The gun not only makes the hole, it inserts and seals the ring. That is one of the reasons why you have to be extra careful with the cleaning. Normally you would get a sleeper type stud, however the Master prefers these type of rings on special slaves."

"So be careful."

"Ok, thanks Ted." he was a nice guy but right now I wasn't really feeling kindly towards him.

"No problem, have a good outing today, bet you will have the time of your life."

Saying that he shook my hand collected his stuff and was gone. I made my way to the bedroom. I wanted to look at in full length mirror and see what kind of jerk I looked like this time.

Oh man did I look like some kind of weirdo. Where was he going to parade me around wearing this shit?

I only knew it was going to be as humiliating as hell. Damn. Then double damn, my fucking dick started to rise as that thought ran through my mind.

We were 5 minutes early. I hoped the Master would not keep us waiting very long, it really was a strain. I quickly became very, very uncomfortable.

John and Erin on the other hand were dressed in black leather suits. They didn't seem to be the least bit uncomfortable. But then their suits were loose fitting. Besides that it was a nice modern cut and they both looked quite good and oh so sexy.

Damn, I shouldn't have thought that, my dick started to rise. I tried to get things settled down by thinking of my new assignment. I had to finish the report on IconSoftware. Well that shouldn't be all that difficult all.......

The buzzer sounded interrupting my thoughts.

"Send them in Eric." the Master ordered.

"Off you go boys."

Eric and John were on their feet in a flash. I couldn't get up at all. The material was just too tight. I looked up at them helplessly. A big grin flashed across both faces, which pissed me off by the way. They each reached down placed a hand under one of my underarms and lifted.

We then did the file thing into the inner sanctum. I said a little prayer of thanks because before we had a chance to kneel the Master called for us to come up to his desk.

"Come on up here I want to have a good look at you Rob."

I started to move forward and Erin and John started to kneel.

"You are all relieved of the need to kneel until we get back from our little outing. I don't think Rob would be able to manage it very well anyway." and he smiled.

Prick, I thought.

"Oh yes Rob you are perfect, just perfect. Can't wait to see you do the Dick Dance."

The fucking what dance, I wanted to scream. The, "Dick Dance", what kind of a horror is that. Am I going to have to go down that fucking board walk swinging my dick in time to some fucking wild beat.

This news really was freaking me out. I know my breathing had increased, and my poor heart was pounding at about ten times it's normal rate. My damned cock didn't mind though. I think the little bastard was delighted by the news. It had stiffened right up and was poking at the soft leather that covered it.

"I see you like the idea of a dick dance Rob." the Master said. "Good that will make it even better. Ok lets go."

With that he headed for the door behind his desk and we followed. The door led into another very large office where Henry was busy writing.

"Let's be off Henry," the Master said as he headed for a door that led out into the garden.

Once outside he turned right and headed for what I figured to be the front of the Mansion. It was a wonderful walk out in the garden. The flowers were gorgeous and the smell divine.

I was starting to get a new sensation now. That fucking butt plug thingy up my ass was starting to make itself well known. Every step sent erotic sensations up through my system. My dick loved it of course. I just wanted to scream.

The walkway curved around to the front of the mansion and the driveway. Frank was there with the limo, he opened the back door as soon as he saw us approaching.

Shit the limo, I thought. How the fuck am I going to be able to keep my balance wearing this outfit. Then I remembered that the Master said no knees for the rest of the afternoon. Oh I could just kiss him for that.

The limo had fold down side seats and that's where the three of us sat. Henry and the Master sank into the lovely soft seat that crossed the back of the car. We sat very quiet while the Master and Henry talked business.

I didn't have long to wonder where we might be going. It was back to the gay area, however we didn't go to the club. Instead the limo pulled up in front of a bar. There were crowds of good looking men all over the place.

When they saw the Master emerge from the limo they parted, making a way for him straight to the door of the bar. The Master didn't wait for us, Henry joined him and then both went straight into the bar.

I made a move to go, but John put a restraining hand on my shoulder and shook his head no when I looked at him. At the same moment Frank closed the back door. I breathed a big sigh of relief, I didn't have to get out in front of all those guys. I was suddenly a very happy slave.

John reached in his pocket and pulled out a very heavy gold chain about three feet long. He took out a padlock and locked the chain to the ring on the front of my collar.

Now Erin did the same but padlocked his to the ring on the back of my collar. My euphoria at not having to get out vanished.

I now had two chains attached to my collar and figured I was going to have to cross that sidewalk in front of all those men, chained front and back. But I was mistaken. The limo pulled away from the curb, I let out another sigh of relief.

He drove 3 blocks, pulled over and opened the door. John got up and made his way out. Being chained, and with him holding the other end of the chain I followed. Erin got out right behind holding the other chain.

Oh, oh. I thought. They are going to make me do this dick dance thing whatever it is right here in public. They are going whip off that leather thingy hiding my dick and make me walk down this fucking street. These thoughts were flashing through my spinning mind.

But all that happened was John started walking back the way we had come. I was in total confusion. But not for long. Humiliation was about to take its place.

The sidewalks were jam packed with guys strolling. Then the taunts began, the same taunts practically as yesterday. I was feeling totally centred. It seemed that everyone was looking at me. My dick had risen again, and now all I could think was that they were all looking at my bonner tenting that piece of leather.

The butt plug was doing it's job, or at least assumed it was doing it's job. As we walked it rubbed up and down in my ass and every once in a while it would brush against my prostate. My cock would give a leap and grow just a little bigger and harder. I was leaking loads of precum. My dick head just loved rubbing up and down the sopping leather.

It got even worse when a few cars honked and the driver's stuck their head out of the window, making obscene comments or wolf whistles then more honking . Drawing more attention to me.

The Master must have gave John an order to make this walk as miserable as possible. He would walk slowly along for a bit, 25 or 30 feet, then stop. He would just stand there, then start walking again, then stop. A couple of times we crossed over to the other side of the street. Walk a bit then cross back. The sole purpose of these little side trips being to draw as much attention to me as possible.

I was suddenly very happy that I no longer lived on my own. I would never have been able to show my face in public again after this.

After what seemed to be hours we finally were back in front of the bar. I had my fingers crossed inside the mittens as much as I could within those tight confines. Praying that we were not going to continue walking. I wanted desperately to get off the street.

Little did I know that within 20 minutes I would be wishing that we had never entered this bar. That we had instead walked all the way back to the mansion. It would have been less humiliating.

John marched straight into the bar. It was huge. It looked like an old movie theatre that had been converted. There was a ground floor and two balconies that went all around the outsides of the room.

I estimated that it would hold 600 to 800 patrons and it looked as if there were that many men there. There were tables everywhere surrounding a round stage that was in the middle of the room. No matter where you sat in the bar you had a clear view of the stage. All of the tables were full of men of all sizes, shapes and descriptions.

John marched right in among the tables as if he knew exactly where he was going, and of course, he did. In just a few moments we ended up at the Masters table which was right beside the stage. I wondered if he owned this fucking place too. He always seemed to get the best seats wherever we went.

"Did you enjoy your little walk Rob?" he asked above the din.

"I thought maybe you hadn't been getting enough exercise and a walk would do you good."

"Yes Sir," I lied. "It was a great walk I got plenty of exercise, Sir."

Not getting enough exercise he says. Shit he had me out walking forever yesterday as well. It's not exercise I need it is humiliation protection.

"Good, good," he said. "Well I am really looking forward to your performance this afternoon. Break a leg Rob."

Before I could muster up a reply to that one, John started off and I had to follow. My performance, oh shit no, in front of this crowd. My legs started shaking.

John led me up onto the stage. The crowd started clapping and whistling. John didn't pay any attention as he walked over to where there seemed to be a large rectangular hole in the stage floor. It turned out to be a stairwell that took us to the dressing rooms. Well the dressing rooms for most performers. For me it was a fucking cage.

John undid his chain from my collar as did Erin. They then removed the leather rectangle thing. My mitted hands instinctively moved forward to hide jewels. He told me to get in the cage and I did.

"Now Rob here are your instructions, pay very close attention because I will not have time to repeat them."

"You are going to have to go up unto that stage and do what is known as the Dick Dance. You must make it as seductive as possible. Now Rob I really mean seductive. It is very important."

"You start out on the stage wiggling your cock around, humping, whatever. If you do it right the crowd will go wild, once they do that is your cue to leave the stage and go down into the crowd."

"Now you must work fast. The moment you leave the stage a timer will start. You will have exactly 5 minutes to collect 200 hundred strings. The catch is, you must continue the seductive dance because the patrons will not give you the ribbons unless they think you are seductive."

"The last bit is the bit you will probably hate the most. You must let the patrons tie the strings to your dick. They have all done this before and can tie them on really fast. You should have no problem collecting your two hundred strings if you keep your dance seductive."

"You are not going to be able to keep count of the ribbons and still do a seductive dance so forget counting just collect as many as you can as fast as you can until the buzzer sounds."

"When the buzzer sounds if someone is tying a ribbon on they may finish but it must already be on your dick. Do not accept anymore after that buzzer goes or you will be punished."

"Although you are required to collect 200, you most likely will get more. The record for this bar is 437. If you beat that record the Master will be extremely happy and you can bet you will get a nice reward."

"If you fail to get the 200, you will be stripped on the stage. Your chains will be put back on and you will be marched naked back up the street to the limo."

"Did you get all that?"

"Yes," I said in a stunned voice.

Tears were running down my cheeks again. How could the Master do these things to me. How the hell am I going to be able to be seductive when I am up there feeling so fucking humiliated.

"Good luck Rob, we will meet you when it is over."

He and Erin went back up the stairs, leaving me alone in my cage with my misery and my tears.

A man that looked like a contender for Mr. Atlas passed my cage and went up the stairs to the stage. The audience broke out into a loud cheer. The noise went on for a moment then the place got quiet.

"Gentlemen, the Golden Goose is pleased to be able to present another Dick Dance for your pleasure."

A young man came up and unlocked the cage door. He motioned for me to follow him. I followed behind as he walked to the steps. He stopped at the bottom and turned to me.

"When Jack introduces you go up the stairs quick and start your dance right away. Good luck guy, it really isn't as bad as it seems at the moment." he patted me on the back and left.

"You all know the rules." Jack was instructing the audience.

"If you consider the dancer to be seductive and would love to suck his dancing dick then tie a ribbon on it when it is jabbed at you. Remember this is for fun. Anyone that ties a ribbon on so tight as to restrict the dancers blood flow with be ejected and never permitted to attend again."

"Our dancer this afternoon is Rob, a slave belonging to the illustrious, Master Scott."

A big cheer and whistling went up from the crowd. When the noise subsided he went on.

"So gentlemen, without further ado let's have a big round of applause for Rob and his dancing dick."

Oh shit, was all I could think of. I didn't want to have to walk up that street naked. I would rather die, so up the fucking stairs I went. Well not that fast, I was wearing the retardedly tight suit.

As I hit the stage music started to blare a rather up beat tune and I got right into the rhythm. I didn't look out at the audience I knew that would screw me, so instead tried to think of dance moves I had seen on tv and in the movies.

My dick of course was rock hard and really enjoying my discomfort. How could it keep doing this to me, I wondered. I had always thought my cock would be my best friend, lately however, it seemed to be the best friend of everyone, but me.

Moving to a beat, on a stage, my cock and balls hanging out, with a few hundred horny men ogling me, had me damned near mortified. The one and only thing that forced me to continue was the fear of having to go outside this building naked.

My fear grew to near hysteria when the audience started booing. I became so scared I almost pissed myself. I had visions of John and Erin leading me slowly long that street.

Naked.

Everyone looking at me.

Pointing at me.

Laughing at me.

NOOOOOOOOO, I screamed in my mind. Noooooo. My fear overcoming my mortification I started to gyrate my hips, humping my dick forward and back.

I moved towards the audience and humped towards them, a cheer went up. I moved along the stage a bit and did it again. I kept doing it until I had been all around the stage giving each section of the crowd a good humping. The noise in the audience was beginning to pick up, at least I now had their attention.

I brought my unbendable, fingerless mittened hands forward and wanked my dick a bit. They loved it. It then came to me that this was a totally different crowd from the one at the club. My little show worked there maybe I could get it to work for me here.

I had quickly worked my way around the stage, giving my dick a little wank at each spot. Then with out warning I did a back flip. Now I almost hurt myself because the pants were so fucking tight they restricted my movement. Luckily I managed to recover without anyone even noticing the slip.

The back flip got a good cheer. Then I went up on my hands, spread my legs and started to dance. My dick away up in the air, bouncing around, waving at them. Well the crowd went absolutely wild. The screaming and applause was so loud the building was vibrating.

I continued my little hand dance all around the stage, making sure each section of the audience were treated equally to my show. There was no way I was going to walk that fucking street naked so for my, "coup de gras", I went to centre stage.

I went down on my back, swung my legs up over my head and took my cock deep into my throat. Then using my hands and feet started myself spinning around. Everyone in the audience had a good view as I went round and round humping my dick in and out of my throat.

The roar was deafening. Screaming, yelling, stamping of feet, clapping, whistling. Even through my humiliation at being forced to do this, I smiled at my ability to win these guys over.

It was now time to do the part that I really dreaded, letting them tie strings around my dick.

I did a back spring and somehow managed to end up on my feet. A sharp pain flew up through my groin. I somehow pinched or squeezed one of my nuts during that dumb maneuver. Luckily the pain past quickly and was not enough to cause me to loose my erection.

Making humping motions to each side and front as I walked I headed for the stairs that would take me down into that audience. The house was still wild and I wanted to now move quickly so I could get my 200 fucking strings and get this thing over with.

I humped my way to the first table, humped my dick between two guys. They both screamed approval and quickly tied their strings. I moved on to the next and the next and the next.

I had moved all around the first row of tables next to the stage and finally came to the Masters table. Feeling really self-conscious now because, after all, this was my Master, I humped between him and Henry. Both instantly tied their strings.

As I started to move on, the Master said.

"Go for it Rob." and began clapping.

I moved to the next row of tables back and continued on all around the stage. My cock was getting pretty thick with ribbons. Shit the only part still showing was the tip of my purple head, and it was oozing precum. On and on around the room, humping in between guys, hoping they would tie their strings on. It was only the odd one that didn't.

I noticed that the noise was easing up. Well fuck that, I wanted them noisy, that way I would get less refusals. A spot light had been following my progress so at the next table the first two guys didn't tie their strings on. Well pricks I thought try refusing this.

I turned around, lay back on the table, knocking glasses, bottles and other things flying. Didn't give a shit, wanted those fucking strings. Then raised my legs up over my head and placed my cock to my mouth again. The strings made it impossible to suck, but I sure as hell could lick and suck the tip.

The noise level rose instantly. The two guys that had refused tied their strings on while I was still licking and the rest of the guys at the table did the same. I jumped off the table quick and moved to the next. Didn't have any trouble here or at any of the other tables.

There must have been three or four thick inches of string tied around my still throbbing prick, when the buzzer finally sounded.

A guy was tying his string on when the buzzer went so I let him finish and then made my way slowly to the stage.

I was worn out. The adrenaline had been pumping while the music played and I had the urgent need to get the string. That buzzer ended it all. The desperate, all consuming need to collect 200 strings was gone, the adrenaline stopped pumping. This sudden loss of adrenaline, to my body which had been feeling it's effects for the past 10 minutes or so, was drastic. I suddenly felt extremely fatigued.

When I finally dragged my weary butt up onto the stage Jack, the Master of ceremonies was standing beside a table.

"Well, well here comes our splendid dancer now. Let's hear a round of applause for a job well done or if you prefer, a great Dick Dance."

The audience must have agreed because the place erupted again. I marched my sorry ass over to Jack and waited for him to tell me what to do.

"Ok it is time to find out if the old record of 437 strings in five minutes still holds or do we have a new World Champion."

John, Erin and two other young men I have never met entered the stage from the audience. One of them was carrying a chair. They came forward until they were standing next to me, placed the chair beside the table and told me to sit and keep my legs spread wide apart.

John and Erin began the task of removing the strings. They were passed to one of the young men who then passed it on to the second. I found out later that all of the strings were counted twice to make sure the final figure would be accurate. I tried to keep count, but the noise and the constant talking of the Master of Ceremonies were just too distracting.

I had lost count at 80 something and the string still remaining on my cock was a couple of inches thick. That let me relax because I was then fairly certain I had got the 200 I needed. I didn't give a shit about any World Records. Particularly this one.

It took much longer to remove and count the string then it had to put it on. 10 minutes later they were still working at it but were getting close to finishing. I breathed a sigh of relief when John finally removed the last string. My dick was still hard and had a red, washboard look to it. I gave a little giggle, it looked so funny.

The two counters conversed for a moment, shook their heads in agreement and went to talk to Jack. A big smile lit up Jack's face and he thanked the lads.

"Gentlemen." the house became silent almost immediately.

"The final figure is in. You have exactly 30 minutes to make your bet. Because of the large number in attendance today all 20 betting windows are open."

With that he placed the mic on the table and came over.

"John and Erin will take you downstairs until the betting is finished. The two counters and I are not permitted to leave the stage until the betting windows close. So go and relax you have earned it."

John and Erin led me to the stairs and we went down to the change rooms. I was led back to the cage. John opened the door and I got in.

"Would you like something to eat and drink Rob?" John asked.

"A cold drink would be nice John, but I don't think I could eat anything."

"Anything in particular?" he asked.

"No, just as long as it is cold. My throat is so dry......" I didn't finish, I think he knew what I meant.

There was a cot in the cell and I lay back and relaxed while I waited for John to return.

When they returned with the drink John opened the cage and entered. I noticed he had my black rectangle thingy , don't know what the hell to call it. He passed me a coke and told me to stand up. I did so taking a long swig as I moved. That cold liquid gliding down my throat felt great.

John and Erin quickly refastened the leather peace and my cock and balls were finally hidden again. But my fucking cock was still standing straight up and it made a black tent out of the leather.

I lay back down on the cot, sipping my coke and wishing for this whole thing to get over with so we could get back to the mansion. I loved the place now and just wanted to get back. It had become the home I had not had for years, and I longed for it.

A bell rang and John opened the cell door and told me to come on, they were going to make the announcement. So it was back up the stairs and onto the stage. As soon as I appeared on stage the crowd went into a roar. Well I guess I must have been a hit.

I didn't feel quite so bad about the stupid outfit now, my dick and balls were hidden.

We went over and stood beside Jack. The two counters were on his left side. We were on his right.

"Gentlemen". He called out.

The hall became instantly quiet.

"The Dick Dance is over, the counting is over and the betting is over." he paused.

"Did young Rob here manage to convince 200 hundred of you that he was a sexy sonofabitch?" again he paused.

The tension was high as we all waited for Jack to give the verdict. Would I have to walk up the street naked?

"The answer," he said, "is a resounding...... YES."

The crowd went wild. I don't think anyone, including me was surprised, but to have it made official made everyone happy. I said a little prayer of thanks and now just wanted to leave. I wasn't interested in how many I got, I only wanted the 200.

"Now the moment we have all been waiting for. The World Record is currently 437 strings in 5 minutes and is held by John, another of Master Scott's slaves. John just happens to be here to day, take a bow John."

My mouth fell open and I just stared at John. I couldn't believe it. He had gone through all of this himself, but he had never let on.

John moved forward and bowed first towards the Masters table, turned and bowed all round. He knew it was important to keep everyone happy.

"Gentlemen." Jack said again to get attention.

"We have a new World Record, 564 strings in 5 minutes." he screamed out the last part.

The audience nearly went crazy. I nearly had a heart attack. Oh shit I held the fucking record. What was holding the record going to mean? Would I have to attend more of these damned things? John and I were going to have to have a serious talk.

John pulled a small gold chain leash from his pocket. This was totally different from the heavy chains used earlier. He clipped it to my collar and led me off the stage. As I left I got a standing ovation from the crowd.

He led me up to the Master and handed him the chain. The Master stood up, Henry joined him and they turned and started up the isle to leave. Neither one even acknowledged my presence. John and Erin fell in side by side behind me.

Frank had the limo right outside the bar and the door was open. The crowd had formed a passage for us and clapped and cheered as we passed by. Now there may be those that like celebrity status, I am not one of them. Particularly dressed as I was with a small chain swinging from ear to nose and brushing against my cheek. I just kept my eyes focused straight ahead and tried to pretend I was all alone.

Inside the limo we took up the same positions we were in earlier. Once we were on our way the Master finally acknowledged me.

"That was a super performance Rob, a super performance. You are a natural at this. I think maybe we should get you out more often."

Oh fuck NOoooooo, I thought.

To be continued.