Hitch Hiker

*** Chapter 5

It was a small clean room with a small grey metal desk behind which was sat Mister John wearing his usual white shirt and black sweater and looking very official with a wad of paper in front of him a couple of pens and a short 40 centimetre pointed stick.
The room smelled on sandalwood incense burning in one corner. There were large mirrors on the wall behind Mister John and what little light there was came from a wall socket dangling down the wall.
I felt so nervous, stood there naked wanting to get out.
“Slave Fay?” He said quietly as I stood in front of him “You are slave Fay?” He insisted.
“Yes, Mister John I am slave Fay.” I replied.
“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”

I knew then I was being drawn by my own admission into the trap, so I desperately tried to think my way out.
“Stand up straight and put your hands on your head as you’ve been taught.”

I instinctively reacted, straightening my back raising my arms and taking the pose, I had been taught. My body had been enslaved.
“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”
“Answer me Fay.!” He stood and moved around the desk towards me, I watched his every move as he came closer, I saw him pick up the pointer from the desk grasping it between his two hands.
“I’am Slave Fay and I belong to Master Pete.” My voice trembled as I heard myself say each word.

He was close to me now, coming around behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear. “Yes, you are Master Pete’s slave, you belong to him, you are nothing else you have no other reason to be.”
“You are his slave and you will obey?”
“Tell me you will obey slave.” Hearing him so close almost touching me, his breath warming my ear, then his finger swept across my hip, “tell me you will obey,” my heart stopped as I heard my response, “Yes, yes, yes, Mister John I will obey.” It is as though I am in an hypnotic trance, incapable of refusing.

“There’s a good boy slave, you see how easy it is, your cock also agrees with you.” I was so angry at my own body’s betrayal.
“Now what have I heard that you have been crying Fay, I can see in your eyes you have shed a few tears, are you sad slave Fay?”
“Mister John, it was when that other man said he was going to shave my head and give me tattoos, you can’t let him do that to me please.?”
“Fay, you cannot cry or shed tears if your Master has not ordered it, so that is your first reason to be punished, secondly you are a slave and your hair does not belong to you anymore it belong to your Master and finally that beautiful body is not yours it is your Master’s body and he will do as he pleases with it.”

I was now totally overcome with disappointment at his response and tears welled up again in my eyes.
“Don’t cry again Fay you will only make things worse,” It was so difficult for me as I struggled to control myself. “Kiss me Fay.” I turned to my side and threw back my head looking for his lips and tilted my head slightly to kiss his lips, they were warm and enticing, as they parted to let my tongue penetrate, I sensed he wanted a deep passionate kiss as we came closer and I now really wanted to be his and committed my body to him. His fingers ran several times through my hair as if caressing it for the last time.

Then he pulled away, “follow me,” he said and I turned to follow him and he led me back to the tattoo workshop and told me to behave and obey. Afterwards I will take you back to your cell or finish the night together.
This reassured me a little and I abandoned my self into the hands of this artisan. He started with clippers on my hair, I felt my hair dropping away over my shoulders and down my back, a tear running down my cheek.

On the basic cut done came the close shave, shaving cream spread over my head and sideburns then slowly the razor shaved away each square inch of remaining hair. I didn’t dare look at myself in the mirror, such a stranger sight a bald me.
Various parts of my body were then covered with epilation cream, armpits, chest, abdomen, genitals, forearms, thighs, calves and feet also most special attention to my ass and cunt. After several minutes it started to burn and irritate. My body was then showered off from head to toe, washing away every last bit of body hair. What a peculiar feeling passing my hands over my bald head and arms and rubbing my legs together.

The next stage of preparation was to happen in the other part of the workshop and I thought would be more painful than the haircut. I was told to kneel on one bench and lean easily over the facing bench. Some rather cold liquid was spread over my lower back and soap and water applied to help with the stencil transfer onto my back I then heard the tattooist prepare his needles and ink behind me. More ointment is applied ne suggests before starting that I take a nice deep slow breath as the needle starts, it is painful and I try desperately to keep my breathing steady, after a minute or so my skin seems to get used to the pain and it becomes easier to accept. I feel the needle moving steadily round my back and then once the slave number is finished he moves onto underline and complete the decorative support features, then his needle moves down the crack of my ass to form a small arrow.

This tattoo finished he moves to my right cheek and goes through the same process adding a large circle about 6 cms and then some writing inside. All is complete, and the tattooist has me stand and takes a full-length picture which includes my face in the mirror. The tattoos are then dressed and covered, and I’m advised that Mister John will take on the aftercare service.
My body is now sore all over it is late evening and I look forward to getting back to my cell for some rest.

It was dark outside, I guessed around 9 p.m. as the tattooist takes me back to John’s car and helps me back into the boot. Now I am alone, and I can just let myself go, Releasing all the tension of my first day as a slave.
The car coughed into life and we moved away. I fell into a sort of half daze as the car pick up speed and before long the car came to a halt and I heard John open the gates and drive into the courtyard. The boot opened, and I saw John turn and walk away leaving me to get out of the car.

I climbed out and shut the boot then went to shut the gates. The night air was cool and felt good on my body sending a brief shiver down my spine, I walked slowly back to my cell making the most of the night air before relaxing on my small bed in my cell. Looking upwards through the glass ceiling I saw a light upstairs and Mister John watching me as I lay down on my stomach to avoid too much discomfort from my tattoo. The thought of him watching me, looking at the handy work of his tattooist on my beautiful pure faultless white skin aroused me as I rolled despite the pain to show him my now erect and excited cock. He was still there, I saw his face looking down on my body, he was seated on an armchair with a drink in his hand leaning forward for a better view.

The intercom buzzed rudely, and I heard my instruction “COME”. I jumped from my bed and took the key from the hook on the wall, opened the door and ran upstairs to take my position on the pedestal to pose.

He was still sat in the corner in the armchair over my cell, as soon as I was in place I watched him stand and move towards me posing his glass on the bar as he passed. Still dressed in black with a white shirt almost like a priest, he was tall and slim and quite handsome and walked sensually towards me, I dropped my gaze to avoid eye contact taking up my usual pose, my cock had decided to do the same.

This whole situation was so exciting and aroused me terribly, his fingertips were now gently tweaking my nipples that became hard and erect, my whole body was tense and expectant. He slipped his sweater off over his head and let it drop to the floor. He kick his shoes off to one side and I saw his fine toes and feet. His fingers worked to release the buttons of his cuffs then moved to undo the top button, Then the next revealing his fine neck down to his chest, the next button showed his abdomens fine white skin, he pulled the rest of the shirt out from his slacks and let it drop from his shoulders, he was thin with little muscle and his skin was white and faultless and large outstanding nipples which looked out of proportion in relation to the rest of his anatomy.

He stood now in his slacks, and fidgeted in his pocket to remove a small key and placed it on the table. He unbutton the waist belt and slipped down the fly to show a stiff black leather mini brief that was shapeless and did not look at all comfortable, he took off his slacks and I watched him as he took them over to the bar and folded them carefully over the back of a barstool. I watched as he walked and saw he also had a tattoo exactly like mine on his lower back his body was also totally shaved, he looked so sexy and sensual except for those terrible black briefs he was wearing.

He was standing in front of me again and picked up the key from the table and handed it to me rather ceremoniously, “Our Master has allowed me to be free this night and I want you to free me from my chastity. Will you do that for me Fay?”
“Yes Mister John, of course,” I took the key as John turned and I saw the small padlock at the back of his briefs, I inserted the key turned the key and folded back the large stiff straps that held it in place revealing his preen white cheeks and a smart tattoo which read “Pete’s slave”. The contraption dropped to the floor with a clash as I stroked his tattoo, he turned and to my dismay I saw his large thick cock inside a solid stainless-steel cage held in place by the same type of padlock. The cage looked too small for his size of cock, it covered his balls and cock. I leaned forward and touched it looking to see how it worked or came to pieces, “please just take the padlock off and I’ll help you remove it but don’t excite me it can be painful,” he whispered in my ear.

The padlock opened easily, and I worked to free what turned out to be a long, large and thick uncut cock, which like his nipples seemed to out of proportion with the rest of his body.

He let me fondle his cock for a while, it really amazed me to see it and feel it in my hands. It hung to half the length of his thigh and the foreskin was loose and long covering a very pronounced head. It was as thick as small tree trunk and his balls hung down a good four inches. This guy was just so awesome, I could not believe my eyes or stop staring at him. His ultimate action was to take off his wig and hand it to me. He too was a slave just like me, now I felt so much better deep in side and proud to be Master Pete’s slave too.
He walked over to the shower looking so hot swinging his ass, I could see his cock swaying from right to left it was so beautiful, as I returned to my pose on the pedestal.

We watched each other from a distance, I was obsessed with his magnificent cock that hung so beautifully between his thighs with that well shaped bell head covered with supple foreskin it had placed some hypnotic spell on me I could think of nothing else. I is all I have ever wanted and yearned for, but would he let me close to it to touch it, caress it, embrace it, care for it…

He finished his shower and was drying off, continuing to watch me. He dropped his towel and walked towards me again and lay himself on his side along the couch in front of me spreading his legs and started stroking himself gently the length of his cock, I saw the body of his cock react with a jerk as it began to harden and expand the foreskin was tightening and the bell head making a way for itself poking out from under the foreskin cover. What a spectacle. My own meager cock started to react in consequence as I changed position.
He intimated for me to come down from my pedestal and kneel beside him, placing myself directly in front of his almost erect cock, my hands on my knees eyes still fixed on the spectacle before me.
“You may embrace my cock Slave, but do it slowly and do it well or I shall punish you.”

I did not need to be prompted and approached my head keeping my hands on my knees, my lips opened over the tight full bell head that offered itself to me, it was smooth and warm like silk slightly moist with a taste of salt cream, it tasted good as I licked it all around, turning my mouth around it, I managed to take it in my mouth. My tongue worked hard on his bell finding the very sensitive split where the foreskin attaches at the back to send the tip my tongue into every crevices and fold of this wonderful monster. I let it settle then pulled away and back again developing quantities of saliva to spread, pushing my tongue through his urethra separating his head, my lips clasped firmly around the head. Back and forth his bell head was my one fixation and I was exulting in every movement.

His extravagant cock was now solidly erect and was rock hard and rigid like a staff, I raised my hands from my knees and placed them gently on the beast, one at the base and the other just above, the girth was larger than my grip and my hands had enough space under the bell head. I held on to it, moving it around like a large toffee apple in my mouth, it throbbed in my hands feeling heavy and wieldy, his perfectly smooth body and balls exaggerated the impression of this monster cock that felt so good in my hands.

I knew in my mind that I had to take all of this cock, all the way in mouth and cunt and I knew it was going to be awesome, I was so excited and if this it what slavery means then I’m a slave and my tearful episode this afternoon was pushed to the back of my mind.

Trying to deep throat this hunk of met was going to be a challenge but one I was desperate to take on. Holding with both hands I pushed my mouth over the bell and moved slowly down his rigid staff, lubricating as much as possible on the way, he was at the entrance to me gullet and I was controlling my breathing through the nose and flattening my tongue to my lower pallet, his cock was stretching my mouth and I felt the pressure increase steadily on my throat, it was good to feel him, his bell head passed my throat and I continued to entice it to penetrate deeper and deeper, my breathing through my nostrils was good and steady, I felt really relaxed and managed to control any instinct to gag, this was great at halfway I opened my eyes to see his abdomen getting closer and closer, at last a final push and my nose was against his pubic mound, I was still good and tried to hold my position, then to swallow and tighten my throat around his cock, entice an orgasm, I pulled slowly back then thrust forward again to pound my face into his stomach, it was ecstasy, I was so proud to be there.

Then he held my head and withdrew, the pulled my face to his face and kissed my deeply and passionately, I think he was happy with his new recruit.

I was so confident now knowing I could take his large cock, I wanted to taste his juice and feel his orgasm inside me, he had a talent for knowing just what was going through my head and pushed my head back to his cock but this time it wasn’t me in control it was him and his two hands controlling the process, I had time only to calm my self and relax my throat and breathing as he positioned his hands around my ears to the back of my head, placed his cock on my lips and thrust into my willing mouth, a push further he was in my gullet and one withdrawal then a thrust forward and constant pressure until my face was again in his pubic mound, twice more and I felt his cock throbbing violently and the pressure from his hands holding me to him and his juice was pumping down his shaft into me, he moaned loudly and thrust into me with all his force until his climax was achieved, I remained still for several instants before slowly withdrawing and cleaning up behind me.

It was such pleasure handling and playing with his toy I just couldn’t leave it alone as John tried to doze off. He flicked me away like a fly, but I would continue trying to touch his inspiring cock.

The telephone rang, and John jumped abruptly to spring across the room to answer it before it rang a second time, “Hello, Yes Master… I’m here with him now, he’s doing well and settling in after his first day of slavery Master.” “Thank you Master, yes he has reacted well and commits to his duty well, he worked well at the farm, has his tattoo and body shave and knows well how to suck my cock Master…”

“Tomorrow I meet his mother again and pick up the rest of his things…” “yes Master I’ve talked to her Five times on the phone already and she is receptive, quite easy to manipulate and obedient…. Well Master I have her waiting on my calls, I know exactly when her husband is out of the house and on my last call she says she’s prepared to pose in a bikini for me Master… of course, I will get something compromising Master…”
“Master the boy should be good for market in time, I understand we have some interested parties Master?”
“Thank you Master, I will give him some food now and settle him down for the night with a butt plug medium as a starter…. Yes Master…. I will Master…. I am your most devoted slave and pay you homage Sir.”

I had returned to my pose position and had followed the one ended discussion from a distance and was excited by Mister John’s devotion to his Master showing reference in every respect, but I didn’t quite grasp the sense of underlying fear.
Somehow, I didn’t relate to the part about my mother as it took time to sink in. My mother is a striking, attractive woman in her early forties who like dressing up, going to the cinema, or dancing and she liked a drink from time to time she is also very chatty and loves to hear and share the village gossip. I thought Mister John and I were going to pick up my things together.
It was now around 11 p.m. I guessed, and I was getting tired from a long and eventful day, as John hung up and turned to me making a sign for me to join him.

We embraced, and my hand slid up his thigh to find his awesome cock, and my other hand holding his neck pressing his lips to mine…” now we need to put some ointment on that tattoo of yours, get you a bite to eat and get you ready for the night.” Smiled Mister John as he slipped into a pristine white thong that hugged perfectly his sexual organs and a black skin-tight singlet and slipped into some black leather slip-on slippers. He looked so sensual as he tied my two thumbs together with a cable tie, “ouch!” I said lightly, “that’s a bit tight.” I continued. “It’s just for a bit until we get downstairs, don’t fuss my little Fay, have confidence in Mister John, he’s not going to hurt you, you do believe me now don’t you Fay?” he whispered in my ear.
“Tell me you believe me Fay, tell me twice, now, slowly and clearly,” I repeated slowly and clearly twice.

We went downstairs together to the “workshop” area as he called it, with the lights blazing, Mister John immediately dressed my tattoos and confirmed that they seemed to be healing well. He walked me to the centre of the room below a beam and chain block, placed wrist straps on then released my thumbs and connected the straps between them, this was quickly attached to the hook on the chain block and John tugged violently on the chain to quickly raise the hook and my wrists with it.

I was suspended off the floor by some 40cms, ankle straps were attached and a 1mtr long spreader bar placed between my ankles. The position was not uncomfortable, but it left me extremely vulnerable. Mister John had brought some cold sausage that he fed me slowly while playing with my balls, I loved to feel his hands on me. He continued feeding me small pieces of sausage with his fingers pushing each morsel into my mouth and onto my tongue, leaving me to suck the sauce from his lingering fingers. Sometimes he would tease me by placing the morsel in the side of my mouth along the gum and the cheek, or push the morsel directly down my throat. Drinking was a sensual mystery using right angle spout and funnel, the spout was about 10cms long and 4cms wide with a rubber mouthpiece and was placed into my mouth and strapped around my neck then a small reservoir and funnel piece were fitted to the end. I soon realised that whatever went into the funnel and reservoir had no other option but to go down my throat.

Water and beer was on tonight’s menu with John giving me a small glass of water, a good pint of bitter beer and a large dose of whisky in rapid succession making me feel quite tipsy.
Feeding time was over and time to get ready for bed as John put it, starting with a large hard leather collar which held my head straight and rigid on my neck and to stretch my neck, this was strapped from the back and carried a number of rings to attach ties and leads to. Not uncomfortable but made moving the head very difficult.

Nipple clamps and connection chain were next with minor weights attached, these were set quite tights and were painful to start and made my titties very sensitive.

The butt plug was just a small to medium size for my first night, but John promised to dilate my cunt as quickly as possible to get me fisted within a few days. This was fun as John loved to caress my butt cheeks and lube my cunt hole deliberately giving my hole a good fuck before leaving the plug in place for the night.

His hands now moved down to my semi erect cock playing with the foreskin before drawing it back as far as it would go, but he noticed that it was still attached to the head and would need a quick operation to release the foreskin completely. I could not see precisely what he was up to due to my neck collar, but I felt some ointment go on that seemed to numb the sensation in my cockhead and then a quick and solid jerk on my cock before cleaning away some blood. Mister John had taken what remained of my innocence.

The next item was two ½ kgs ball stretchers that John placed firmly and tightly on my ball sack and whose weight was drawing down on my balls and foreskin.

Mister John decided on one last item in preparation for my first night as a slave, that was my first meat plug and cockring combined, he showed me the stainless-steel contraption and how it worked, because I would not be able to see it being applied and inserted. I felt his expert fingers squeeze and open the urethra and insert the small bulb end of the 15cms rod and slowly turn and push it down the full length of my penis giving a very warm tickly sensation at the base then the cockring was placed over my bell-head and tightened and fixed to the meat plug.

However obviously John was not quite ready to put me to bed as he strolled over to the end of the workshop to pick up a very long and very thin blueish tinted fibre glass fishing rod. At least 2,5m long of which the last 10cms were frayed and split and on the other end a sort of rope handle. As he walked closer I heard the swish and swirl as he gave a few practice strokes. I was totally helpless, my body was stretched, dilated, squeezed and abused all over and my accumulated fatigue and the alcohol I had been forced to drink was now adding up to too much, and I beg for release, crying to Mister John to help me and let me sleep, tears were welling up in my eyes as I continued to plead.

My cries fell on deaf ears as he strapped around my mouth and forced in a ping pong ball sized gag. The tears were now running down my face as I sobbed and snorted. Then felt the tip of his stick running up and down between my thighs, my pitiful situation becoming more and more evident to me just distressed me further and the tears pouring from my eyes, a sentiment of fear and almost panic but I could do nothing but whimper in the hope of mercy. The triangle former by me crotch my legs and the spreader bar between my ankles was now the playground for Johns new toy, ringing the dinner gong, the pain was most intensive in the legs just above the ankle straps where there was just enough space to swing the tip with some force, and then of course from the crotch to the spreader bar giving swipes at my stretched balls. He was so obviously enjoying my torture as I caught glimpses of the enormous bulge in his white thong that had difficulty containing his excitement.

Another six wipes across me shoulder blades causing me to twitch violently at each stroke, I was on the verge of fainting when he finally decided to let me down. My hands were unhooked and the gag around my mouth removed allowing him to hold my head in a long embrace over my sore wet lips and saliva soaked chin, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, then grasping my nostrils preventing me from breathing, I shook my body aggressively to shake him away but with no force I felt my body give in and start to collapse. When I came to, with the whiff of glue under my nose I was lying in a heap under the chain block unable to move my hands as my wrists were attached to my collar.

“Get up and go HOME!” was all I heard now as I rolled over to try and raise myself using my elbows and knees, feeling the weights on my nipples stretching and my balls swinging backwards and forwards I struggled desperately to get into the upright position on my knees, then a supreme effort to bring the centre of gravity of my body far enough back to throw myself up from the kneeling position up to standing.

The spreader was difficult to manipulate and painful on my ankles as I tried to turn and manoeuvre my way back to my cell. “Not that way,” he shouted, “take the long way around!” this was going to make the pain last longer and accentuate my frustration.
He was filming and taking photos all the time, taking particular care to capture the suffering on my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t help sobbing again and immediately he noticed the gag was strapped back in my mouth.
Shuffling step by painful step, swinging from my left foot to my right foot achieving steps of 15 to 20cms each time, my balls stretching and swinging in distress with a deep throbbing pain in my balls at each step.

My suffering only exacerbated by Mister John’s whip hand assailing my back and thighs insisting that I move more and more quickly. My nipples stretching and my concentration to keep my butt plug in place and my cock bouncing up and down with meat plug and cockring making their presence felt.

My neck was fixed and rigid making head movements impossible, I was ready to collapse I I finally got back to my cell and stood in front of my bed.
“Sit down slave Fay.” I obeyed without hesitation. He removed my gag then sat down beside me.
“A slave only exists through his Master. Repeat after me I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE.”
“Now keep repeating that to out loud, so that I can hear until I go out the door.

I began repeating “I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE” closing my eyes and trying to push the pain, suffering and humiliation to the back of my mind and think of nothing else but my duty to me MASTER.
“Now you can put yourself to bed and I will lock your cell door. I will wake you for your exercises tomorrow morning at 6:00a.m. Good night slave Fay.

I carried on with my repetition until I saw him leave through the door to go upstairs, then with considerable relief I lay down on my poorly sprung camp bed looking up through the glass roof to the play room upstairs. Aching all over, I could not resist the temptation to whimper and try to close my eyes and cry myself to sleep. The lights went off and the only source of light was from upstairs through the skylight, as my eyes opened again I had a blurred vision of Mister John lying stretched out on the glass floor facing me wearing a skimpy bright flowery blue, pink and yellow two-piece bikini. From the bottom piece comprising a tiny triangle held in place by a pink ribbon strap tied on either side in a bow knot, and him with his enormous cock and hanging out of the side. The matching top just covering his nipples and ribbons tied around the neck ad back. Very, very sensual. My cock sprung into action regardless of the discomfort and I heard the intercom switch on and Mister John spoke low and slow to me looking for my response, “Fay are you happy to be your Masters slave?” I responded immediately “Yes, I am happy to be my Masters slave, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE!”

“Do you like what I’m wearing Fay?”
“Yes, Mister John it’s very exciting and I love your cock.”
“That’s good Fay because I’m taking your mother to the farm tomorrow and she is going to be posing for a few photos for me wearing this very bikini. You are so pleased about that aren’t you Fay?”

I was speechless….” Fay, FAY, did you hear me?”
“I hear you Mister John, yes I’m pleased about it.” I stammered trying to hold back my emotions.
“Yes, slave you are pleased about it, of course you are because if you weren’t your mother might well become a very hard-working slut whore at my disposal in less than 2 days.”
“What say you slave?”
“I am my masters slave.” I answered trying to avoid direct committal about my mother.
“Not good enough Slave, you want your mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it…don’t you slave? Now say that nice and loud to prove to me whatt an obedient slave you are, or else….”

I could resist no longer, and I cried as I replied, “I want my mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it.”
“Very good Slave, now what else do you have to say, think of something nice to say about your mum wearing this bikini at the farm tomorrow, be inventive and horny…”

I paused slightly to think but John never gave me the time, shouting down the intercom for a response.
“I…I don’t really know Mister John; my mum isn’t like that…I don’t know what to say…”
“Think of something now that is so dirty and depraved, or I’ll come down there directly to give you the thrashing of your life…I’ll give you three seconds….” John started to count, and my mind was clutching at ideas.
“My mum should be stripped naked in the forest and made to fuck with a wolf!” I managed to at last come up with before he reached the count of three a little relieved.
“Well done slave now another one…quickly”
“She should be fucked by a gang of monkeys.”
“Now, now, slave you need to elaborate more…. What was she wearing? Where is she… how many monkeys.”

A pause then “I think you want me to come down and beat you while I’m wearing your mother’s bikini. Don’t you slave?”
“No Mister John, she’s wearing a thin cotton dress and there are ten monkeys in a tiny cage with her and she’s being fingered in all her holes, by all of them.”
“OK then slave enough for tonight, think on that ad we’ll call your mother tomorrow morning at 6a.m. and confirm everything with her and I’ll play her back the recording of your voice…. ha, ha, ha I’m sure she’ll be so happy to hear you.”