Southern Cross Station

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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SATURDAY

Saturday dawned hot and clear.  Eric slowly came too, wondering why he was awake at this ungodly hour on a Saturday morning.  As well as wondering why the hell he was so stiff and sore, he rolled onto his back and looked up at the clear blue sky.  He could feel the slight breeze as it played over his skin.  He started to replay the events of last night in his head.  Then the realisation slowly dawned on him that he was lying naked in his backyard.  Which was a very real problem, for Eric, as their houses, on Eric’s side of the street anyway, were built on a bit of a hill, everyone's backyard could be seen by all their neighbours for 2-3 houses in both directions.  But, unfortunately, today, possibly more.

Realising the potential situation he was in, Eric got up to go inside before any of the neighbours saw him.  He stood up slowly because he was very stiff and sore from sleeping on the concrete all night. That's when he realised that he was collared and chained to the clothesline.  The clothesline being an imitation Hills hoist was concreted into the ground, and halfway up the central pole was the winding mechanism.  So even if he could get the chain over the folding arms at the top, he couldn't get the chain past the turning mechanism.

Consequently, Eric couldn't go anywhere, until Sir came and released him, that is.  Not even to piss, and because he couldn't leave the clothesline, Eric discovered that he desperately needed to piss.  So, he took two steps towards his, um, that'd be Sir's back fence now and pissed for all he was worth.  Eric heard a door opening behind him, and not wanting to be caught, chained naked to his, um, that'd be Sir's clothesline now, by any of his, um, that’s Sir’s neighbours, now.  As he really didn't want them to know that he was in this particular predicament by choice.  Eric hit the deck.  Laid on his side facing the clothesline, and curling into as tight a ball as he could, hoping that whoever it was if they saw him, would think he was a basket of laundry that he'd left out.  Unless, of course, they could see his bare arse, then the jig was up, wasn't it?  At the thought of him possibly about to moon one of his neighbours, he could feel his cock twitch and start to thicken.

“Get up!  We have a big day ahead of us," Sir said, and Eric'd never been so relieved to hear anyone's voice in his life.  "Standing display."  Eric jumped up and complied instantly, remembering to keep his eyes downcast.  Sir walked down the stairs and unlocked the padlock that had tethered him to the clothesline, but not the one that attached the chain to his collar.  "Come," was Sir’s one-word instruction and Eric followed Sir into Sir's house willingly, with the chain trailing along behind him, pulling on the collar around his neck.  It felt very uncomfortable with the chain pulling on the collar from behind, and Eric felt as though he was being choked by the weight of the chain let alone the drag it caused, so Eric pulled his collar around so that the chain was now hanging down his chest.  This way he figured that he might have been able to hide it better from any of his neighbours if they happened to pop out at this ungodly hour of a Saturday morning.  Consequently, when Eric stepped around the chain, it now ran down his torso until the chain encountered Eric’s groin, then the chain had to decide which side of Eric’s genitalia it was going to run.

For some, unknown reason, the chain decided to run down the left side of Eric’s genitalia, probably because that was the leg that Eric led with.  In fact, Eric had to dance around the chain a little bit so that he didn’t trip up on it, and as Eric got closer to the house, the chain stretched out behind him.  Consequently, the chain stuck between his upper thighs, and when Eric climbed the backstairs, the links of the chain got caught on the edge of the brick stairs and, not only tried to pull him backwards, but it also made the links nip at the tender flesh of Eric’s inner thighs. When Eric got inside, he changed his mind and decided that he really needed the chain to be behind him so that he didn’t trip up on it.  So, he turned his collar and thereby turned the chain around to run down his back.  Eric could feel the links of the chain as it rested in the cleft of his arse, which was a new, but not wholly unwelcome sensation.

"Now, boi, for breakfast I have two poached eggs, with a slice of tomato on toast," and so the instructions went on as to how Eric was to prepare Sir's breakfast.  When Sir'd finished making, and instructing Eric in how to make, his breakfast, Sir sat down at the table, in the dining room, and allowed Eric to serve him his breakfast.  Sir told Eric that he'd already prepared his breakfast and it was waiting for him in the kitchen.  Eric thanked Sir and went back to the kitchen to get his own breakfast, but no matter how hard he searched the kitchen, Eric couldn't find his breakfast anywhere.  It wasn’t on any of the benches, nor was it in the fridge.  Eric was just contemplating going back to Sir and asking him where he'd left his breakfast when he spied a bowl of something on the floor near the rubbish bin.  With a feeling of dread, Eric picked up the bowl and looked at the contents, to discover that it contained what looked like two Weet-Bix that had been soaking in some foul-smelling liquid.  So much so that the Weet-Bix was now nothing but mush.  Resignedly Eric carried the bowl back to the table, grabbing a spoon on the way, but when he got to the door that connected the kitchen and dining room.  Sir stopped him, "what are you doing?"  Sir, demanded, with revulsion dripping from his lips, "bois eat in the kitchen.  On the floor.  And.  Before you ask.  No!  You don’t get to use any utensils."  With that Sir made a shooing motion with his hands.  So, Eric turned on his heel and went back into the kitchen.  He put the bowl on the floor and, not seeing any other way to do it, got down on all fours.  Eric tried to lick or lap up his breakfast, but eventually found the only way he could eat any of his breakfast in a meaningful way, was to stick his whole face into the bowl and, consequently, his cereal, which he did somewhat reluctantly, and proceeded to eat his breakfast.  When Eric got down on all fours, not only did the butt plug make its presence known in a cruel way, but being on all fours opened his arse crack.  Enough so that he could feel the full weight of the chain pushing on the base of the butt plug which seemed to increase the pressure of the butt plug pushing on his prostate.

But seemingly Eric’s cock was enjoying all the attention it thought it was getting, traitorous bloody thing that it was, and had started to leak copious amounts of pre-cum yet again.  Which in one way was welcomed, as Eric found the sensation of the drops of pre-cum as they rolled down his urethra, as it distracted Eric from his foul smelling and tasting breakfast, but it was equally unwelcome, as his cock was now about half mast.  Eric had decided that the only way he was going to get anything to eat was to bury his whole face into the foul-smelling concoction and lap up the Weet-Bix.  As Eric stood up, when he’d finished eating his breakfast, he felt his arse cheeks close around the chain which held the chain tight and pulled on his collar so that it pulled his collar down his back, and start to choke him again.  Eric thought about just pulling it out but, again, wisely decided that it might be something that Sir might frown upon.  So, Eric compromised, he pulled his arse cheeks apart and leant forward curling his back so that the chain was forced to hang between his arse cheeks and over his hole.  Then Eric let his arse cheeks close over the chain and held them closed with his hands, while he stood upright.  Now the chain wasn't pulling so tightly on his collar.  But now, the rest of the chain, not running down his back, or was trapped between his arse cheeks, hung down between his legs and threatened to trip him up with every other step.  So, Eric discovered that if he walked with a wider gait, then he wouldn't get the chain wrapping around his legs so much and trying to trip him up.  Eric discovered that as he walked, he could feel his arse cheeks rubbing on the chain that was trapped between them, but Eric really couldn’t decide if it was a totally unpleasant sensation or not, even when the links of the chain managed to pinch the tender skin of his inner cleft.

“So, how did you like my morning piss, boi?”  Hearing that, Eric almost vomited on the spot, as he wasn’t into piss or scat at all, and mentally cursed himself for not forwarding a list of things he would or wouldn’t do to Sir before all this starting.  But, Eric wisely thought that Sir would have just dismissed it out of hand, even if he had.  Eric realised that they hadn’t discussed a safe word either, and, again, he decided that it was too late to discuss it now.  He was just about to put his bowl in the sink; Sir stopped Eric by slapping him hard on the left butt cheek.  “What the hell are you doing?”  Sir barked mortified, as Eric gave a little jump in surprise.

Eric froze immediately, “you don’t wash your things there.”  Sir continued, “Use the troves in the laundry, or the hand basin in the bathroom downstairs if you don’t have any troves in the laundry.  Or under the tap out the back.  I don’t want my things contaminated with yours, boi!  Now, go and clean up the mess on the table.”

Eric scurried off to do Sir’s bidding, after first depositing his bowl in the troves in the laundry.  When the dining room and the kitchen were all cleaned up, and everything was put away, and Eric’d washed his bowl in the troves in the laundry.  Sir told Eric that he would have to go shopping, as there were somethings that Sir could just not live without.  Eric went to go upstairs to get dressed.

“Where are you going,” Sir barked, “upstairs is reserved exclusively for me now.  You will only be allowed to go up there to clean, or if I require any of your ‘other services’ up there.”

Eric just stood and looked at Sir’s feet.  “Speak.”  “But, Sir I have to go and get dressed, Sir, I can’t go shopping like this…” he said waving his hand down his body.

“Of course, you can’t,” Sir said cutting him off.  “I have taken the liberty of putting your ‘ensemble’ in the laundry.”

Eric went into the laundry, again, but all he could find was his work gear.  He went back to Sir in the kitchen.  “Speak.” Sir said with a wicked smile on his face.

“Um, Sir.  I could only find my work gear in there.  There is nothing for me to wear to go to the shops in.”

“Your work gear is there.  I like you in it so much that that is what you will wear whenever you go outside this house from now on.  Understand?”

Eric looked like he was going to argue, but realising that he was standing stark naked with a collar padlocked around his neck with a heavy chain hanging from it, in his own kitchen, which now belonged to Sir because he'd invited Sir into his life.  Eric reminded himself, for the umpteenth time, that he'd wanted this.  He’d wanted to be completely dominated and, up until now, no one else had even come close to servicing his need for complete domination.  Until now, that is.  So, with full realisation of his situation, Eric got dressed right there in the kitchen with Sir watching.  It was at the moment, when Eric pulled up his jockstrap he realised that it was still damp from the night before.  Eric pulled the chain out of his arse crack so he could pull his jockstrap and shorts up.  He looked meaningfully at Sir’s feet.

“Speak.”  “Um. Sir, can I remove the butt plug, please, Sir?”

“No!  You may not.  Speak.”

“Um, then could you please remove the collar and chain, please Sir?”

“Oh, alright.  Turn around,” Sir said somewhat testily.  Eric turned around so Sir could undo the padlock.  Eric felt Sir undo the padlock and he heard the chain fall to the floor.  But before the collar was removed, Eric heard the padlock being done up.

He spun around and looked at Sir's feet "Speak but know this boi.  This is getting very tiresome."

“I don’t have to wear the collar outside of the house, do I Sir?”  Eric almost whined.

“Of course, you do!  You are a slave, now, are you not?”  Eric nodded glumly.  “Well then, how is everyone to know you’re a slave without you wearing a collar?”  Eric didn’t know, so he just shrugged.  “Exactly!”

So, Eric finished getting dressed and grabbing his green shopping bags, um, that’d be Sir’s green shopping bags, and Sir's list, and left the house.  And for the first time in his life, Eric was embarrassed with his chosen attire.  It wasn’t so much what he was wearing per se, but it was more the fact that it was his ‘work gear’, not his ‘running around on the weekend gear’.  By the time, Eric was in the supermarket; he'd turned the collar around so that the padlock was in the front, resting on his breastbone as he found it more comfortable that way.  With the padlock hanging down his back it seemed to make the collar pull against his throat too much, and it made Eric feel as though it was making it hard for him to breathe.  So, with the padlock at the front, he didn't think he was going to be strangled by it, ‘mind you' he thought to himself grumbling, ‘if Sir hadn't used a full-size padlock, or such a wide heavy collar, it might not have been such a problem.'  He was also acutely aware that his cock was leaking pre-cum, yet again, thanks to the butt plug that was continually pushing on his prostate, as much as with his embarrassment of his attire.  His embarrassment probably was the reason for his semi hard on that was beginning to strain at the fabric of his jockstrap even further.  Eric was also very conscious of the looks he was getting in the supermarket, and he was sure he was being followed by more than one guy in the shop. In fact, Eric’d leaked so much precum that his jock was soaking wet by the time he had finished his shopping in the supermarket.  So, Eric got all of Sir’s shopping as quickly as he could and left the supermarket.  On the way home, Eric had to stop at a couple of speciality shops to try and get some of Sir’s more speciality items and discovered that his jock was so wet that now it was beginning to drip.

Eric eventually got home, and placing the shopping bags beside the front door, he stripped and folded up Sir's clothes.  When he pulled his jock down, it had soaked up so much precum that it pulled itself out of Eric’s grip, as he wasn’t prepared for the weight of it and it hit the tiles of the front porch with a very wet squelching sound.  When Eric picked it up it left a wet spot on the porch and felt as though it weighed a ton; Eric put it beside Sir's other clothes, and then, not knowing what else to do, Eric rang the doorbell and went into 'kneeling display'.  He heard the door open, and Sir told him he was a good boi and that he could come inside now.  So, Eric scrambled to get the shopping bags, and Sir’s clothes so he could get inside as quickly as possible.  But as Sir had already gone back into the house, Eric had to put everything down again inside the front door and turn around and close the door, just as a car drove down the street, and Eric fervently prayed that they hadn't seen him.  Eric scooped up the clothes and shopping bags again and went to put everything away, and went to see what Sir wanted him to do next.

But by the time, Eric’d finished putting all the shopping away, Sir had come back downstairs and again was dressed in his boots and leather pants.  Sir unlocked the padlock and reattached the chain, and complimented boi on getting all the things that Sir had asked for.  Sir went into the laundry and returned a short time later with boi’s wet dripping jockstrap held delicately between his thumb and first finger, “Don’t put this in the basket to be washed, boi.  You will be wearing it all week every time you go outside of this house; in fact, you will continue to wear your entire ensemble for the entire week.  Is that understood?”

Eric thought about it, for about 30secs and debated with himself if he was going to argue back or not, as he tried to imagine how it would look and smell by the end of the week, but then he just accepted Sir's instruction without another thought.  "Good boi" was all Sir said as he put the jock back in the laundry with boi's other clothes.  When Sir returned from the laundry, after first washing his hand in there, Eric was staring meaningfully at Sir's boots.  "Speak"

“Um, Sir I have to shit, and I’d really like to have a shower.  If I may, Sir,” Eric quickly added.

"Certainly.  Follow me," Sir said as he led the way to the downstairs toilet, and lifting the seat, he indicated that Eric should use just the porcelain bowl.  Sir told Eric that from now on he was only allowed to sit directly on the porcelain bowl, or metal bowl if he was outside of the house.  Eric nodded his understanding and continued to stand and look at Sir’s boots.  “Turn around and bend over,” Sir said, sounding very exasperated.

Eric complied, and, none too gently, Sir pulled the chain out of Eric’s crack and took a firm grasp on the butt plug in Eric's arse and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't make it budge, and it felt, for Eric, as though Sir was trying to rip his entire innards out.  Sir slapped Eric’s arse hard and told him to relax and push back on the plug like he was having a shit, but not so hard that he actually has a shit.  Sir told Eric to get on the floor on all fours with his arse in the air and his head resting on his hands.  Eric complied, and Sir grabbed hold of the base of the plug and pulled, this time with Eric pushing they got the plug out.  But as far as Eric was concerned, it hurt worse coming out than going in.

With the plug, finally, out Eric jumped up to go to the toilet but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the size of the plug, as it had to be almost 20cm in circumference, at the widest part.  Eric had never had anything that big up his arse before; in fact, he was so shocked by the size of the plug that he almost forgot he needed to shit.  Recovering himself he raced into the toilet and went to close the door behind him, but Sir stopped him.  "Oh, no boi.  You don't get to have any privacy anymore.  You will never close another door behind you anywhere in this house, except for the front or back door.  In fact, one of the jobs today is to go around and remove all the doors you might be tempted to close for privacy.  Is that understood? Speak."

"Um, yes, Sir," Eric said as turned his collar around so that the chain now hung down the front of him.  He sat on the cold porcelain bowl with the chain pooling between his feet, and with the door open, he finally got to open his bowels and had the biggest shit he'd ever had in a long while.  When he'd finished, he wiped his arse, and when his fingers and the toilet paper disappeared into his arse, Eric couldn't believe just how much his poor arse was gaping open. He finished cleaning himself up and got off the toilet and went to find Sir, as he couldn't find him anywhere downstairs, and as he wasn't allowed to go upstairs or call out.  Eric decided to look in the backyard, as he was walking around, he couldn't believe how empty he felt without that monster of a butt plug up his arse, and it hadn’t even been in place for 24hrs.  Now he could feel the chain sitting directly over his hole, and as he walked around, it felt as though the chain was trying to work its way up into his arse.

Eric found Sir waiting for him in the backyard, still with the monster butt plug in his hand.  He walked down the backstairs and stood in front of Sir.  Sir unlocked the padlock that was holding the chain to Eric’s collar and this time Sir removed both the chain and the collar.  Sir gave Eric a scrubbing brush, and some body wash.  Eric turned on the back hose and told Eric to wash himself.  So, under the cold water of the hose and the watchful eye of Sir, Eric proceeded to wash himself using the scrubbing brush and body wash.  Sir told Eric to make sure his arse was nice and clean, which of course included a full enema.  When he had finished, Sir told him to stand with his arms outstretched, and turning the hose on full Sir gave Eric a final rinse telling him to turn around so he could rinse him all off.  Sir gave Eric an old towel Sir had found in the back shed, and when Eric was dry Sir took some lotion and rubbed it into Eric’s pubic area and his pits as well, so that Eric’s skin didn’t get too irritated.

When Eric was finally finished, Sir gave him the butt plug and told him to lick it clean before Sir reinserted it into Eric’s arse for him.  So, without so much as a second thought, Eric licked the butt plug clean and gave it back to Sir.  Without being told, Eric turned around and bent over so that Sir could have access to his arse, and much to Eric’s shame the butt plug went in a lot easier this time.  Eric thought he was even glad to have it back in, in the short time it’d been out Eric had missed the ‘full sensation’ that it gave him.  Eric picked up the collar and chain, and he placed the collar around his own neck and waited for Sir to lock it in place, which Sir did with a big smirk on his face.

When they were both back inside, Sir told Eric to stand in ‘standing display’.  While Eric stood still Sir rubbed his hands all over Eric's body, marvelling at the muscle definition that Eric'd achieved.  Sir asked Eric if he went to the gym, and Eric told him no that working on the construction site was all the exercise he needed.  By now, Sir had reached Eric's balls, and he was rolling them playfully in his hands.  As Sir played with them longer, he started to apply some pressure to Eric's balls until it was becoming uncomfortable for Eric.  But still, Sir kept increasing the pressure on Eric's balls until Sir was hurting his hand.

Releasing Eric’s balls, Sir told Eric to follow him, and they went down to the dungeon.  The dungeon had been set up in the two-bedroom unit under the house which could only be entered from inside the house.  At the bottom of the stairs, in the kitchen, is, what would have been, the front door of the unit, which opened right into the lounge /dining area at the end of which was a full-size kitchen with an island bench cutting the kitchen off from the lounge/dining area.  Behind the front door was a small passage that led to the two bedrooms and bathroom, with a separate toilet.

Eric had set it up as his dungeon, so against the longest wall in the lounge/dining area, he had built a rack which held all of his whips, paddles, chains, and an assortment of tit clamps, pegs, and other paraphernalia he had collected over the years.  It also contained a long wide bench with anchor points spread out around it so that Eric could be tied down to it while he was being used and abused.  Or just left bound to the bench if that was what his current Master wanted.  There’s a St Andrew’s cross secured to the opposite wall.  In what would have been the master bedroom was another bench the size of a queen size bed, again with anchor points all around it so that Eric could be secured to it as well, in whatever configuration his abuser wanted.  There was also a collection of whips and paddles, as well as chains and other paraphernalia along one of the walls in the room.  In the second room was a full-size set of stocks, for obvious reasons.

Sir had Eric pick up his chain and put it on the bench in the lounge/dining room.  He had Eric lay himself face down on the bench.  Sir then selected a wooden paddle and telling Eric to count out loud, and told Eric that if he lost count, they would start again.  Sir hit Eric’s upturned arse as hard as he could, and Eric dutifully called out "One.  Sir, thank you, Sir.  Please, may I have another one, Sir?"  And so, it continued, until Sir had given Eric a total of forty swats with the paddle.  Eric's arse was a very deep red colour and even dark purple in places.  His arse was so sore his gluts, and the backs of his thighs were quivering involuntarily.  Sir ran his hand over Eric's abused arse and congratulated himself on a job well done.

Sir released Eric and unlocked the padlock and removed the chain from the collar before doing the collar up again.  He told Eric to go upstairs and get dressed as he had another errand to run.  Very gingerly Eric tried to stand up, but he soon found out that he was unable to stand upright because of the pain in his arse.  So, he made his way back upstairs slightly bent over.  He didn’t even bother to ask if Sir would remove the butt plug because he’d rightly assumed that the answer would have been no.  So very gingerly he got himself dressed, mentally cursing himself for having such a tight jock and shorts to wear.  He didn’t even notice how wet his jock was until he pulled it up and nestled his cock and balls into the sodden mess.  He pulled on his t-shirt, which he found surprisingly difficult in his current state.  He went to find Sir to find out what his next errand was to be.

As Eric couldn’t find Sir anywhere downstairs, or in the back yard, he stood and waited by the foot of the stairs for Sir to come down so he could ask what Sir’s errand was.  When Sir eventually came back downstairs, he told Eric that he wanted to be able to attach the hose to the side of the house so that Sir didn't have to hold the hose while Eric had a shower.  Eric asked if he could use the car.  Sir gave his permission, along with the keys to the car.  Eric made his slow way down the front steps and opened the car door.  Without thinking he just flopped himself down into the driver’s seat, as he usually did, but almost went through the roof with the pain in his arse.  Eric grabbed hold of the steering wheel until the pain in his arse subsided enough that he could see again.  Eric drove to Bunnings and very slowly got out of the car and still being unable to walk upright he made his slow way into Bunnings.

What Eric didn’t know was that the wind had picked up and was blowing his shorts around, so now not only did people get to see how big his cock potentially was, they also could see his very bruised and battered arse as well.  Which drew more than a few smirks from those who understood the only way he could of gotten those kinds of marks.

While Eric was busy making his selections of what he needed he felt a hand come to rest on his very sore and bruised arse.  So much so that he almost let out a yell, but managed to hold it in, as he turned around to see who was touching up his arse.  Only to discover one of the salesmen standing very close behind him smiling very appreciatively, and as Eric had turned his head.  Eric was able to see the salesman's eyes widen when his hand encountered Eric's wet jock.  The salesman held his dripping hand up in front of Eric and waited for Eric to lick it clean, which Eric did, without a second thought.  The salesman told Eric to follow him, as he led the way into the back storage area.  The salesman took Eric over into a secluded corner and bent Eric over a bench that was there.  He pulled Eric's shorts down and whistled appreciatively at Eric's very abused arse.  He went to finger Eric's arse when he discovered the butt plug in situ.  The salesman gave the plug to Eric to hold while the salesman undid his fly enough to get his own cock out.  Without any preamble, the salesman rammed his rock-hard cock up Eric's arse and started to fuck him for all he was worth.  When the salesman had finished, he took the butt plug back off Eric and forced it back up Eric’s arse.  The salesman grabbed Eric by one of his ears and forced him to his knees and forced his dripping cock into Eric's mouth, and told him to suck it clean.  Having no other option, Eric licked and sucked the salesman’s cock clean.  In the process, Eric managed to suck the salesman’s cock back into life, and it wasn't too long before the salesman was raping Eric's mouth.  After the salesman had cum for a second time down Eric's throat, and Eric had finished sucking all the cum out of the salesman cock.  The salesman pushed Eric off his cock, which sent Eric sprawling on the floor.  Which only hurt his poor abused arse that much more.  The salesman tidied himself up and made himself presentable, and took Eric back out into the main store.  The salesman slapped Eric resoundingly on the arse, which brought tears to Eric's eyes, and the salesmen went off whistling to himself.

Eric went back and grabbed the rest of the stuff he needed and made his way over to the cashiers to pay for his stuff.  The cashier asked Eric how his day was going, and unsure of what to say, Eric just told her it was fine.  He grabbed his purchases and left the store.  Eric eased himself into the driver's seat and drove home, trying to decide if he should tell Sir about what had happened or not.  But rightly thought it would be worse for him if Sir found out some other way.  So once again Eric put his purchases on the front porch, he stripped, folding Sir's clothes up nicely, then having rung the doorbell he went into ‘kneeling display' facing the street and waited for Sir to answer the door.  It seemed like forever before Sir answered the door this time.  Eric heard the door open, and it seemed like the longest time before Sir told him to ‘come'.

Eric jumped up and gathered up his things and went inside and because Sir hadn’t waited, Eric put his shopping and clothes down on the floor and closed the door.  He put Sir’s clothes in the laundry ready for the next time he would need them, and took his purchases out the back.  While Eric was setting up a rig to hold the outside hose so that he could shower underneath it, Eric was feeling guilty about not telling Sir about what had happened at the hardware store as soon as he came home.  So as soon as he'd finished, Eric went inside and found Sir, when he told Sir what had happened.  Sir was very angry and backhanded Eric across the face.  "This is over!  If I can't trust you outside of this house, then how can I ever trust you inside it?"  Sir said as he undid the padlock, and turned and started to walk upstairs.  "I'll go and pack.  Don't worry; I'll reimburse myself out of your account.  Pity because it seemed as though you were training up nicely, oh well.  You still had a long way to go mind.  But, oh, never mind…”

Eric couldn’t believe what he was hearing, without stopping to think about what he was saying.  “Please, Sir,” Eric babbled, “I didn’t know what was expected of me.  Sir, please, Sir, please.  I’ll never let anyone touch me again as long as I’m yours.  I promise….”  Not knowing what else to say Eric started to cry.

Sir smirked to himself, “If I forgive you this one time, it has to be the last.”

“I promise, Sir.  I will never let anyone else touch me as long as I am yours.  See, Sir,” he said as he picked up his collar and put it around his own neck.  He picked up the chain and padlock and secured the collar and chain to his own neck.  He then threw the key at Sir on the steps.

“If I pick up that key then you are mine forever.  There is no going back.”  Sir said smiling to himself.

Eric did not reply.  He just went into 'kneeling display' with his eyes trained on the floor and waited.

For a long time, nothing seemed to happen.  Eric couldn't hear Sir; he had no way of knowing if Sir had continued on his way upstairs or not.  Eventually, Eric felt Sir very lightly run the tip of his finger over the top of his scalp.  Eric trembled at the touch of his Master.

“If I accept you as my slave.  It will be for all time, boi,” Sir said very quietly, almost purring in Eric’s ear.

Eric's body trembled again, but still, he said nothing.

"Come," was all he heard.  Eric got up, and with eyes downcast, he followed Sir down into the dungeon.  Sir patted the end of the bench in the lounge area, and Eric stood against it.  Sir blindfolded Eric and then applied pressure between his shoulder blades until Eric’s chest was on the bench.  Sir secured Eric’s arms to the outer edges of the bench.  Then climbing onto the bench, himself, Sir removed his boots and pants and stood in front of Eric clad only in his leather jock and top, not that Eric could see due to the blindfold.  Sir laid down and positioned himself in front of Eric and slid backwards until Eric's head was pressed firmly against Sir’s arse.  He told Eric to lift his head, and then he worked his way backwards until Eric's face was buried in his arse.  "Eat." Was the only instruction Sir gave, and Eric began to rim Sir’s arse out for all he was worth.  Eric forced his tongue as deep into his Master's arse as he could get it.  He didn't care that it was musty.  Eric didn't care about how clean his Master's arse was as he’d decided that he was going to make it squeaky clean.  Eric was going to clean it for Sir and was grateful for the chance to do it.  Anything to make his Master happy with him again.

When he'd had enough, Sir got up.  He released Eric and told him to go and make Sir’s lunch.  Eric ran off to do Sir's bidding.  When Sir got upstairs, he asked Eric what he was going to have for lunch, and Eric told him that there was some pasta leftover from the day before and he was going to eat that.  Sir told Eric to put it in his bowl and gave him a jar of Sir’s piss to pour over it.  Eric put his pasta in his bowl and covered it with Sir's piss and left it on the floor while he finished preparing Sir's lunch.  After Eric had served Sir his lunch, he went back to his bowl on the floor.  Got down on all fours and buried his face in his bowl and ate his own lunch.  When Eric had licked his bowl clean and cleaned up his face, he put his bowl in the troves in the laundry and went to see if Sir had finished so that he could clear the table and wash up.

Sir hadn't finished, so Eric stood to the side of the room with his eyes downcast, naturally.  Sir told Eric to get under the table, and somewhat puzzled Eric complied, and he was met with the sight of Sir undoing his pants and taking his own mammoth cock and balls out of his pants.  Eric was pleased to see that, in fact, it was bigger than his own monster meat, Eric crawled towards it on all fours tentatively.  When Eric was close enough, he very gently sucked Sir's cock and balls into his own mouth and sat at Sir's feet.  Eric found it very difficult to fit all of Sir's genitalia in his mouth, but he did the best he could, and gave what he could, a tongue bath while he waited for Sir to finish his lunch.  While Eric basked in Sir’s scent as it radiated out of his pants, Eric breathed it in long and deep so that he could recognise it all the more easily.

When Sir had finished eating, he pushed Eric away and dried himself on the napkin.  Did himself up and left the table.  Eric got up and cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes all with the taste of Sir’s cock and balls on his tongue.  As Sir had disappeared upstairs, Eric busied himself cleaning up downstairs.  Eric did the dusting, vacuuming, and swept the kitchen and laundry floors, all in the nude with his collar on, and the chain running down his back with some of the chain trapped between his arse cheeks, which was a bit of a new experience for Eric.  Even though he lived on his own, Eric'd never spent so much time in the nude before, mainly because of the weight of his genitalia hanging between his legs and being hit around by his thighs.  Now Eric not only had to contend with that but with the chain that was hanging, ever present, between his legs as well.  Eric did discover, though, that his new stance, namely having to walk with his legs wider apart so that the chain didn't wrap around his legs.  It also meant that he didn't push his cock and balls around so much, and Eric quite liked that.  Then not knowing what else to do when he’d finished the house cleaning, he went into ‘kneeling rest’ at the foot of the stairs and waited for Sir to come back down.  While Eric was kneeling there, he was glad that he actually got to rest his cock and balls on the floor, and the bit of foreskin that hung off the end of his cock laid along the floor.

Sir came downstairs and found Eric in ‘kneeling rest'.   He walked past Eric, ignoring him completely.  At the sound of Sir on the stairs, Eric's heart leapt, but he was disappointed when Sir just ignored him kneeling at the base of the stairs.

When Sir was almost at the stairs that led down to the dungeon, he uttered a one-word command, ‘Come'.  Eric jumped to his feet and followed along behind Sir.  Eric found Sir standing in the centre of the open space just inside the door.  "Kneeling display," was the only thing he said to Eric, as Sir walked through the door.  Instantly Eric dropped to his knees with his hands locked behind his neck and his eyes downcast.  He watched Sir's boots as they disappeared from his line of sight while Sir made his selection from off the wall.  Sir walked behind Eric and told him to put his hands behind his back.  As soon as he did, Eric felt Sir put a pair of handcuffs on his wrists; Eric didn’t own the prissy light handcuffs that you can buy here, no, Eric scoured the ‘net’ until he found an agency that sold heavy ‘industrial’ handcuffs, and Sir locked them closed.  At the sound of the audible click, Eric sighed.  Eric loved the weight of his handcuffs, they meant business, and Eric knew he couldn’t break out of them if he tried.

Sir pulled the chain out of Eric’s arse crack, and out from behind the handcuffs and grabbed hold of the loose end of the chain locked onto the collar around Eric's neck.  Sir walked to the other end of the bench, in the room, and pulled on the end of the chain.  When Eric had his pelvis hard against his end of the bench, and his torso lying on top of the bench.  Sir continued to pull on the chain until it was tight, and Eric had to look straight down the bench, but he still averted his eyes from Sir’s face, and when Sir was happy that Eric couldn’t move on the bench, he locked his end of the chain to an eyelet set into the end of the bench.  Now, Eric was held firmly in place.  Sir made short work of securing Eric's ankles to the legs of the bench.  When Sir was happy with his handiwork, he went and selected a blindfold from off the rack and secured it around Eric's head.  Now, not only couldn't Eric move, but now he couldn't see either, and his cock, balls, and arse were now totally exposed so that Sir could do anything he wanted to them and Eric had no way of protecting them.  But Eric was far from being displeased with the situation.  In fact, his cock was standing at full mast.  Well, that is his cock was standing at full mast until Sir kicked him in the groin as hard as he could.  Eric screamed.  "What did I tell you about that, boy?" Sir purred in Eric’s ear.

Eric tried to get his breathing under control enough to answer him, but when Eric was finally able to open his mouth to reply.  Sir stuffed Eric’s mouth with a penis gag and secured it behind Eric’s head as well.  Now Eric was totally secured to the end of the bench, blindfolded and gagged, bent over the bench with his arse and genitals totally exposed.  While his cock and balls throbbed from the kick Sir had just given them, Eric prayed that his cock’d have the good sense to stay down this time.

Eric felt Sir grab his nuts and pull them as far away from Eric’s body as his ball bag would allow.  Eric felt Sir wrap something around his nut sack.  Eric then felt Sir pull on whatever was wrapped around his nut sack, pulling his nuts back towards his perineum and continued up his arse crack, which put more pressure on the butt plug that was still in situ.  Sir continued to pull on whatever he had wrapped around Eric’s nuts until Sir could tie whatever it was off on Eric’s collar.

Now Eric's groin was giving him a world of pain, and Eric was loving every minute of it.  So much so that Eric was now moaning softly into the gag in his mouth.  Eric wasn't concentrating on what Sir was doing until he felt the rattan cane make contact with his abused arse.  If Eric hadn't been secured so tightly to the bench, he would have jumped.  As it was, after the third or fourth switch from the cane, Eric's mind started to release endorphins, and Eric slowly began to ride the high that was building inside his head.

Eric didn’t care how many strokes he’d received from the cane; all he cared about was the buzz he was experiencing in his head.  Eric had no idea that his glutes and thighs had started to spasm involuntarily from the pain and abuse they were experiencing.  Eric didn’t even know when Sir had switched from the cane to a paddle; he was only vaguely aware that Sir was now paddling his poor abused cock and balls.  Had Eric the mind to, he would have realised that Sir was paddling his cock with enough force to make Eric’s cock hit the edge of the bench, which caused the head of his cock to actually fold under the bottom edge of the bench and make contact with the underside of the bench.  Sir stopped paddling Eric's cock and balls.

Sir pulled the cord, that was tying Eric’s nuts to his collar, to one side and in one fell swoop pulled the butt plug out of Eric’s arse.  Only to replace it with his own cock as he finally fucked Eric for the first time.  Eric had the presence of mind enough to clamp down on Sir’s cock, mind you, Eric had never had such a big cock up his arse before.  Even though he’d had the biggest butt plug he’d ever had shoved up his arse before, it was still a bit of a struggle accommodating Sir’s mammoth member.  Eric felt Sir’s cock buck in his arse as it spewed its load of hot cum up his arse, and Sir collapsed on to Eric’s back, and Sir laid there until Sir was able to catch his breath.

Sir eventually got off Eric.  He reinserted the butt plug in Eric’s abused arse and undid the restraints that bound Eric’s ankles to the legs of the table.  Sir walked down to the other end of the bench and released the chain, but left the cord tied to Eric’s collar.  Eric didn’t change his position on the table but waited for Sir's next instruction.  Sir told Eric to stand up, which he did and that relieved some of the pressure off his ball bag.  Sir told Eric to stand in front of the St Andrew’s Cross that was attached to the wall.  Sir secured Eric against the cross so that he was stretched spreadeagled on it.  Sir added a length of rope between Eric’s ankles so that he had something to attach the cord from Eric’s nuts too.  Having made sure Eric was secured tightly to the St Andrews Cross Sir went back to the rack and selected a whip.

Eric didn’t know anything about it, of course, until he heard the crack and felt the single tailed whip make contact with the skin on his back.  Sir kept up the blows until he’d given Eric ten strokes, which kept Eric grunting around the penis gag in his mouth.  Sir walked up and examined his handiwork, as a testament to his skill with the whip, no two stripes were in the same spot.  Each red welt only crossed over each other on the far side of Eric’s back.  Sir ran his hand down Eric's back.  He could feel the fine sheen of sweat that had started to appear on Eric's back.  Sir continued to run his hand over Eric's arse and felt the heat still radiating off his glutes.  Sir reached down and pulled on Eric's nut, increasing the pain that was radiating up from them, which caused Eric to moan that much harder into the penis gag in his mouth.

Sir stood back from Eric and lashed his back some more with the whip until the sweat was dripping down Eric's back, and running over his arse and down his crack and continued down his legs and the cord tied around Eric’s nuts to pool on the floor at his feet.  Sir put the whip back and undid Eric's bonds and told him to turn around, and Sir reattached Eric to the cross.  Sir found a bucket of pegs and starting from halfway up Eric’s inner upper arms he ran a line of pegs down both arms and continued down the sides of Eric’s chest.  Then starting at the top of Eric's breast bone, Sir ran two lines of pegs down the inside of his pectoral muscles and continued to outline Eric’s pectoral muscles until the line of pegs met up with the line of pegs already running down the side of his chest.  Then starting at the base of Eric's breast bone, Sir outlined Eric's abdomen and well defined eight pack and finished the line just across the top of Eric’s pubic area.  Sir continued down Eric's body outlined Eric's cock with pegs, running a line of pegs down each side of Eric’s cock until the lines almost met at the base of the head of Eric’s cock.  As well as down the outside of Eric's stretched ball bag and continued down his inner thighs almost to Eric's knees.  Sir stood back and admired his handiwork.  Realising he'd forgotten one important thing, Sir reached down and pulled down on Eric's foreskin as hard as he could and stretched it out and covered it with four pegs.  Deciding that he’d done a good job, Sir decided to get something to drink.

Sir left Eric attached to the cross and covered in pegs, while he went and got himself a drink.  When Sir returned, he selected a riding crop from the rack, then after taking a moment to admire his handiwork, he started to flick the pegs lightly with the riding crop.  Ensuring he didn’t start any kind of a pattern to keep Eric from being able to predict where the riding crop was going to strike next peg.  Sir loved watching Eric, the huge hulk of a man, squirming like a little girl from the pain.

Sir increased the pressure he was using to knock the pegs until he started to knock them off, and by the time he got down to Eric's abdomen, Eric was screaming into his gag.  But Sir totally ignored Eric and continued down and started to flick the pegs on Eric's cock until they also went flying off Eric's body.  When the final peg was flicked off Eric's foreskin his cock had started to rise to attention, but because his nuts were still tied to the rope between his feet.  Eric's cock could only point to the floor just in front of him.  Sir ignored Eric’s erection, for now, as he was having too much fun knocking all the pegs off.  So, Sir continued to knock the pegs off Eric's inner thighs, then when he'd finally finished knocking all the pegs off Eric’s body.  Sir went back and rubbed all the red welts that were left by the pegs, again randomly to keep Eric on edge; now Eric continued screaming into his gag.  Which only caused Sir to rub the welts harder, until he tired of the game and left Eric tied to the cross, panting trying to catch his breath.

Sir grabbed an old towel and dried the sweat off Eric's chest and genitals, giving Eric the false hope that Sir might have been finished torturing him for now, but of course, he was wrong.  The next thing Eric felt was small burning pricks of pain as Sir began dropping molten wax onto Eric's exposed chest.  Because Eric was standing upright, the drops of wax had time to run down his chest a little bit before they cooled and hardened on his chest.  Sir aimed carefully as he made is slow way down Eric's chest and abdomen.  By the time, Sir had reached Eric's abdomen Eric was in a world of pain yet again, somewhere in Eric's brain he worked out where Sir was heading for, and he started to beg Sir not to drip any wax on his cock.  But Eric could only mumble around the penis gag in his mouth, and of course, Sir just ignored him completely, and Eric screamed when the first drops of molten wax fell on his exposed erect cock.  Of course, it had the desired effect, and Eric's cock started to shrivel, which didn't stop Sir from dropping the molten wax on it.  When Eric's cock was totally covered in wax, it started to drip down onto his nuts and sack, which was still tied to the rope between his ankles.  Sir pulled on the cord, pulling his nut forward so that more wax fell on his exposed sack and balls.  When Eric's cock, sack and balls were completely covered in wax, Sir stopped dripping wax on to Eric.  Sir blew out the candle and leaving Eric tied to the cross he went back upstairs and made himself something to eat, leaving Eric zoned out with the pain.

After Sir had finished his meal, he went back down into the dungeon to find Eric slumped in his bonds, and he was pleased to see that Eric hadn't knocked too much of the solidified wax off his body.  Very quietly Sir retrieved the riding crop from off the rack.  He stood directly in front of Eric, and began hitting Eric as hard as he could with the riding crop; Sir knocked all the solidified wax of Eric's chest and torso.  By the time, Sir got down to Eric's pubic region, Eric was screaming at Sir to stop, which Sir couldn’t understand around the gag in his mouth but Sir continued down until he was whipping all the wax from off Eric’s exposed cock, sack and balls.  Consequently, by the time Sir had finished, Eric had almost screamed himself hoarse, and he was hanging limply on the cross with his chest heaving once again Eric was drenched in his own sweat.  Sir returned the riding crop to the rack, and standing very close to Eric, Sir started to stroke Eric's face and talking quietly to him until he'd calmed down enough so that Sir could release him from the cross.

Eric slumped to the floor as soon as his bonds were released, and Sir left him there while he put things away.  When Sir had finished, he untied Eric's sack and removed the blindfold and penis gag.  He ordered Eric upstairs to have his meal and to clean up the dining room and kitchen.  Eric found his bowl on the floor, and he got down on all fours and wolfed down his meal that had been soaking in Sir's hot piss originally but was now stone cold, but Eric didn’t care, he ate it anyway.  When he’d finished, Eric cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen.  Eric went back down to the dungeon and cleaned up, when he'd finished he went back upstairs, and Sir grabbed the end of the chain that was dragging on the floor.  He led Eric outside and attached the chain to the clothesline, then leaving Eric tied up for the night. Sir went back indoors and turned out the outside light.  Leaving Eric to make himself as comfortable as he could, and Eric fell off to sleep almost immediately.

While Sir went upstairs to the king size bed and went to sleep himself.

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