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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Sunday dawned hot and clear, which is pretty typical for Melbourne, but that wasn’t what woke Eric with such a start.  No, it was the fact that Sir had just dumped a bucket of frigid water on him, and Eric now laid there gasping from the shock.  And, while just a minute ago, Eric was sweating ‘like a bitch’ from the summer heat, now he was shivering from the cold, provided, naturally, by the intensely cold frigid water he’d just had thrown all over him.  Sir unlocked the chain from around the clothesline and gave Eric the old towel to dry himself off with.  Eric turned his collar around so that the chain was now running down his back, and arse crack, then he leaned forward at his hips and arching his back. Eric let the chain fall between his arse cheeks and over the base of the butt plug that was in situ.  Eric held his butt cheeks closed, trapping the chain between them, and then he stood upright.  This way, the chain didn’t drag on the ground and pull on his collar so much.  Sir reached down and grabbing hold of Eric's huge cock he pointed it at the lawn and told Eric to piss, and Eric complied.  When Eric had finished relieving himself, Sir shook the drips off the end of Eric’s foreskin and releasing Eric’s cock; Sir held his hand up for Eric to lick clean.  When Eric had licked Sir’s hand clean of all the drops of Eric’s piss, Sir told Eric to go inside and get Sir’s breakfast ready.  Eric ran inside, dragging the last bit of chain hanging from his butt cheeks along the ground behind himself, like a metal tail, and quickly got Sir's breakfast cooking.  While he was waiting for it to cook, Eric got his own Weet-bix out of the cupboard and put them in his bowl, that was now kept in the laundry.  Eric found the jar of Sir's morning piss, on the floor by the rubbish bin, Eric didn’t have time to truly admire just how dark Sir’s morning piss was, or just how truly strong an aroma Sir’s morning piss had.  But Eric did take a quick minute to inhale deeply of the aroma of Sir’s piss before he poured it over his Weet-bix, with relish, and left it on the floor, by the bin, to soak while he turned his attention back to cooking Sir's breakfast.

Eric served Sir his breakfast and his coffee in the dining room, ensuring that everything was arranged to Sir’s liking.  Eric secretly hoped that if he got it all set up correctly, then he just might be able to see Sir’s genitals while Sir sat and had his breakfast.  Eric went back to the kitchen and got down on all fours, burying his face in his bowl and the mush it now contains, so that he could get to eat his breakfast, and proceeded to lick up his breakfast out of his bowl.  Knowing that crouching down on the floor like this forces his arse cheeks to separate.  Eric could feel the chain sliding slowly over the base of his enormous butt plug as he moved his head around the inside of his bowl, in order to be able to eat all of his own breakfast.  As the chain, moved over the sharpish edge of the base of the butt plug, it caused the butt plug, that Sir kept inserted in Eric’s arse, to vibrate.  Eric could feel those vibrations moving up his very core, as the chain was pulled taught by the weight of the bulk of the chain pooling between his feet, and slacking off in turn, as Eric moved his head, and himself, around his bowl.

When he'd finished, his breakfast, Eric cleaned his face of any residue of his breakfast, eating it all with relish, Eric then picked up his bowl and took it into the laundry, trailing the full length of his chain behind him, as it pulled on his collar.  Eric put his bowl into the troves, and leaning forwards from his hips, once again, he arched his back, and while standing in this position, he held his butt cheeks closed, over the chain, once again.  He stood upright. Eric washed his bowl in the laundry and went back to the dining room to see if Sir had finished his breakfast.  As he hadn't, Sir just pointed at his crotch, and Eric crawled under the table, he got Sirs' cock and balls, lovingly, out of Sir’s pants and sucked as much of them into his mouth as he could, and there he stayed, kneeling between Sir’s legs, with Sir's genitals in his mouth.  When Sir had finally finished his breakfast, he removed his cock and balls from Eric’s mouth, dried them on the napkin and stuffed them back into his pants and left Eric to clean up.  When Eric had finished cleaning up the dining room and kitchen, he gave downstairs a quick dusting and swept the floors — having finished everything he went into kneeling display at the base of the stairs and waited for Sir’s next set of instructions.

Sir came back downstairs, and again totally ignored Eric kneeling at the base of the stairs until he was almost at the top of the stairs to the dungeon.  Then Sir uttered his one-word command, ‘come' as he continued down to the dungeon, while Eric scrambled to his feet and ran after Sir.  Eric found Sir waiting for him standing just inside the entrance to the dungeon.  Sir pulled the key out of his pocket and undid the padlock to Eric's collar and chain.  The chain fell down until it was running down the outside of Eric’s arse crack.  Sir told Eric to bend over and spread his arse cheeks.  When Eric complied, and the chain fell to the floor, Sir pulled the butt plug out as well and gave it to Eric to lick clean.  When Eric had finished licking clean the butt plug, Sir told him to go to the toilet and have a shower, Eric scooted into the toilet, leaving the toilet door open and the toilet seat up he had a big shit.  When he'd finished, Eric went out to the backyard and had a cold shower under the hose that Eric had set up for himself yesterday, under Sir’s instruction; there was a second hose attached to the hose, that Eric showered under so that he could give himself an enema at the same time.  When Eric was all clean, both inside and out, he turned the water off, and getting the old towel that now hung on a hook that Eric had the forethought to provide for his towel yesterday, he dried himself thoroughly and went back inside to find Sir waiting for him in the dungeon.

When Eric had the ‘flat' installed under the house, he'd had the floor lowered so that there was enough room to be able to suspend himself from the ceiling, at full stretch, without being able to touch either the floor or the ceiling, for a good 60cms either end.  Not that he told the builders that, he just told the builders it was because he was so tall, he didn't want to feel as though he had to keep ducking all the time.  So, when Eric had finished his shower, he found Sir waiting below the rope and pulley set up in the dungeon, that Eric had installed.  Sir attached the cuffs to Eric's wrists and hoisted him towards the ceiling until his feet were well clear of the ground.  Sir tied off the rope and selected a whip with three tails, from off the wall, and proceeded to whip Eric while he hung suspended.  Starting just below the tops of Eric’s shoulders, Sir made his slow way down Eric’s back, until he’d reached the tops of Eric’s thighs, and then Sir made his slow way back up again.  Without realising it, Sir had placed each stripe in such a way that it made a lovely herringbone pattern on Eric’s back.  When Sir had finished with Eric's back, arse, and the backs of his legs, he spun Eric around and proceeded to whip Eric’s chest, torso, and upper thighs.  At some point, Eric gave in to the pain and started to scream with each stripe he received from the whip.  When Sir tired of whipping Eric, and while he was still tied up like a side of meat, Sir got the straight razor and having sharpened it on the strop provided, Sir covered Eric in shaving crème and then proceeded to give Eric a full-body shave — paying particular attention to Eric’s arse, arse crack, cock and balls.  Even though Sir hadn't broken Eric's skin with the whip, Eric's skin was still very tender, and it hurt like hell being shaved, particularly with a straight razor, straight after getting whipped, which made Eric scream that much more.

When Sir was happy with the shave he'd given Eric, Sir let him down, and while Eric was laying panting on the floor Sir undid the cuffs at Eric's wrists and moved them down to his ankles.  This time when Eric was hoisted back up towards the ceiling his legs were pulled apart, and Sir shaved Eric’s perineum and legs, and when he'd finished Sir got a dildo from off the wall and forcing into Eric's arse, he started to fuck Eric with it. Starting with very long slow strokes, Sir slowly increased the pace until the dildo was pistoning in and out of Eric’s abused hole.  Sir continued to fuck Eric with the dildo until Eric's cock was rock hard and beginning to leak pre-cum, Sir pushed a shallow tub under Eric’s heaving form and then, picked up another bucket of ice-cold water, he had left on the floor, and poured it all over Eric.  Eric's cock shrivelled the moment the cold water hit it, and it left Eric gasping as the cold water ran down his torso.  Sir got a tube of sports liniment and started to massage it into Eric's exposed cock and balls, along Eric’s perineum and into the opening of his anus, making sure that he got into every little crack and crevice of the folds of Eric’s skin.  At first, Eric thought it was a good thing that Sir was finally giving him some enjoyment at last.  Until the liniment soaked into Eric’s skin, and Eric started to scream as it now felt as though his cock, balls, and arse were on fire.  Between his screams, Eric begged Sir to stop rubbing the liniment into his cock and balls.  Even after Sir had stopped rubbing in the liniment, Eric’s cock and balls burnt for a good five to ten minutes, and by the time the pain had subsided Eric's chest was heaving once again, and he was covered in sweat, and it was now running up his nose and into his eyes.

Sir left Eric suspended upside down and went upstairs to get himself something to eat, by the time he came back downstairs, Eric had air-dried and had even started to doze.  Sir slapped Eric’s arse hard to wake him up, which made Eric swing wildly as he was still hung suspended from the ceiling.  He let Eric down and gave him his butt plug, collar, chain, and padlock, and after Eric had inserted the butt plug and reattached the collar and chain around his own neck with the padlock.  Eric then fixed the chain, once again, so that it didn’t drag on the ground behind himself so much.  Sir smiled to himself as he watched Eric collar himself and locked the collar and chain in place.  Sir waited for Eric to clean up the mess in the dungeon, and when he’d finished, Eric followed Sir upstairs where he found his lunch that Sir had left for him in his bowl on the floor, and of course, Sir had pissed all over it.  Eric ate his lunch, naturally on all fours on the floor, without using his hands or utensils, and cleaned his bowl in the laundry when he’d finished, and then Eric set to and cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, when he’d finished, he went to find Sir sitting in the lounge.

Sir informed Eric that he was having a house warming party, and he wanted Eric to prepare something for his guests to eat, as well as getting something for them to drink.  Also, Sir informed Eric that as the ‘boi’ of the house, he would have to greet all of Sir’s guests and make them feel welcome.  ‘Finally,’ Eric thought, ‘now he’d be able to get dressed.’  Mind you, Eric mused to himself, he was beginning to get used to being naked in the house with only his collar, chain, and butt plug in situ.  But he was certain that Sir wouldn’t want him to answer the door naked.  Would he?  But Eric pushed that thought out of his head.  Eric had no idea just how wrong he was going to be.

Sir sent Eric shopping late in the morning, and again he was only clad in his work gear, his now very crusty, slightly smelly, jockstrap, his running shorts with the very big splits up the sides, which did absolutely nothing to cover his jockstrap encased cock and balls.  Eric wore his skimpy t-shirt, that was several sizes too small for him, and of course, his butt plug remained in situ, and he wore his collar with its full-size Lockwood padlock locking it in place.  As Sir said, it was to remind Eric that he was Sir's slave.  Sir’s property.  No one else was allowed to make use of him without Sir’s permission.

When Eric returned home with the shopping, his jockstrap was very wet and dripping from all the pre-cum he’d leaked while out in public.  What with the butt plug pressing on Eric’s prostrate something fierce, added to that was Eric’s embarrassment of shopping in his attire.  Mind you; it was the exact same outfit he wore to work every day.  But, Eric’s justification for wearing this ensemble to work, was because he was a labourer, and he ran around the worksite all day, and he got very hot.  Consequently, because he got very hot, particularly in the summer, to wear anything more, would make it too unbearable to work in the heat of the day and Eric knew that he’d end up stripping anyway.  So, to save himself all the effort of stripping at work, without realising just how many of his co-workers would have paid a small fortune to see that show daily.  He wore his chosen attire, that plus the fact that he liked all the looks he got, from both sexes.  But adding the huge butt plug and collar complete with the large size brass padlock, made Eric feel very self-conscious indeed.  And being self-conscious gave Eric's cock more attention than it really needed; consequently, it was semi-hard almost constantly, the whole time he was out.  Which, Eric suspected was Sir’s plan all along.

Eric’s cock was very noticeable in the jockstrap that Eric bought to wear, as his semi-erect cock did tent the fabric quite a lot, which strained the already strained fabric of his jockstrap that much more.  As the jockstrap was made of a woven fabric, it separated enough to allow people to actually see skin through the weave, if they cared to look, and, let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to look.  And, being semi-aroused meant that Eric’s cock leaked pre-cum the entire time he was out, which is why his jockstrap was a wet, sodden mess again by the time Eric got home.  So much so that his jockstrap was literally dripping pre-cum.

Eric put the shopping by the front door and stripped out of Sir’s clothes and folded them neatly and placed them on the other side of the front door.  Only when that was all done, did Eric ring the front doorbell and went into kneeling display, facing the street of course.  That was how he now waited for Sir to come and let him inside, and although he'd been doing this all weekend, he still wasn't comfortable with it at all.  So much so, that his cock had almost reached full mast, and Eric could feel a couple of drops of pre-cum rolling down his urethra before Eric heard the door open, but still he didn't move.  Eric knew enough, after the very first time of him waiting to be allowed inside, to wait for Sir's command to enter.

‘Come,' Sir barked at him.  Eric picked up his clothes and put them under his arm so that he could pick up the bags of shopping.  However, when he put pressure on the clothes, to keep them in place under his arm, he could feel the pre-cum being squeezed out of his jockstrap and start to trickle down his side.  Eric picked up the bags of shopping and went through the front door, where he reversed the process.  He carefully put the bags of shopping on the floor.  Then he took the clothes out from under his arm and placed them on the floor beside the shopping.  Then, and only then did he gently close the front door.  All the while, ensuring he didn't cover himself up, or hide behind the door so that anyone who wanted to could see him from the street.

When Eric had gently closed the front door, he picked up Sir's clothes and put them back under his arm, so that even more pre-cum could run down his side.  He gathered up all the bags of shopping and took them to the kitchen where he found the key to the padlock, as well as the chain.  Eric put the shopping on the bench and placed Sir's clothes on the floor.  Standing upright Eric picked up the key and unlocked the padlock, then picking up the chain he put one of the end links onto the shank of the padlock.  Eric then cinched the padlock closed, so the chain was now attached to the collar and locking the collar in place around his neck.  So, once again, the chain was hanging from the padlock and collar.  Eric turned his collar around so that the chain was again hanging down his back, and over his arse crack.  He leant forward, arching his back, and while he was in this position, he spread his arse cheeks and allowed the chain to fall into his arse crack and over the base of his butt plug.  Eric then held his arse cheeks together while he stood upright.

When Eric had got himself ‘dressed’ he put Sir’s clothes in the laundry for himself for next time.  Which Eric suddenly realised would be tomorrow when he was going to work.  ‘Oh well’, Eric thought to himself, he couldn’t worry about that now, besides, he thought, if he throws a good enough party for Sir tonight, he just might be able to wear clean clothes tomorrow.  But Eric didn’t hope for too much though.

Anyway, pushing those thoughts aside, Eric went back to the kitchen to prepare all the food he'd bought.  It took him a couple of hours, but he'd finally had all the finger food prepared, and either on platters in the fridge or on trays in the oven; with the oven on a very low heat to keep the food warm, along with a metal container of water to stop the food from drying out.

Sir walked into the kitchen just as Eric had finished cleaning up.  “Come,” was all Sir said to Eric as he headed back down to the dungeon. 

Sir decided that he wanted to play some more before his guest arrived for the evening, and as he was in the mood to be ‘creative’, he grabbed a bunch of ropes that Eric had hanging from a hook set into one of the walls in the dungeon.  Sir had Eric stand in the centre of the space between the door and the bench.  Sir released the chain from the padlock and Eric’s arse before he attached two ropes to the sides of Eric’s collar, so they ran across Eric’s well-rounded shoulders and down the outside of Eric’s arms.  Sir had Eric hold his arms out to the sides, while Sir proceeded to tie the ropes to Eric’s arms, with the cord running down the sides of Eric’s arms, and at intervals, Sir tied the ropes around Eric’s arms.  So that by the time he was finished, Eric had the outline of ‘sleeves’ down both arms.  Sir left the ends of the ropes to hang loosely off Eric’s wrists.  Again Sir attached ropes to Eric’s collar, this time to the front and the back of Eric’s collar.  Sir knotted the rope on top of Eric’s collar bone twice, once in the middle of Eric’s collar bone, and again at the ends of Eric’s collar bone.  Sir looped the rope under Eric’s arm and knotted it in Eric’s armpits, then allowing the rope to hang in a swag from Eric’s armpit, Sir knotted the end on the knot in the middle of Eric’s collar bone.  Allowing the rope to hang in another swag and knotted it off on the rope at the beginning of Eric’s neck on both sides.  Sir then repeated the process on the back of Eric’s collar bone.

Sir selected a very coarse rope and tied it tightly around Eric’s hips so that there was rope left hanging down both sides.  Sir grabbed a piece of rope hanging off both sides of Eric’s hips and knotted them together so that they joined at the beginning of Eric’s arse crack, and then left them running down the outside of Eric’s arse crack.  While Sir walked around and concentrated on the other loose bits of rope.  Sir knotted the ropes to the front of Eric’s waist so that the ropes now hung closely down both side of Eric’s groin.  Pulling down on the ropes so that they pulled the rope at Eric’s waist down towards his groin. Pulling Eric’s genitalia out of the way.  Sir continued to pull the ropes back between Eric’s legs.  Sir then wound the ropes around his lower arm a couple of times so that he could keep the ropes tight, but allowed him to keep his hands free to work on the rope hanging over Eric’s arse crack.  Sir tied another knot, in the rope that laid over Eric’s arse crack, and then Sir pulled the rope, with a lot of force, into Eric’s arse crack.  And was rewarded with Eric’s grunt of discomfort.  With his free hand holding all the rope, Sir allowed the rope he’d previously wound around his lower arm to unwind.  Sir then knotted all the rope off tight against Eric’s perineum then and allowed the rope to hang freely again.

Getting another shorter length of course rope, Sir looped it behind Eric’s ball bag and pulling upwards on the rope which caused Eric’s genitals to hang forwards and freely from his body.  Sir pulled the rope up and just managed to work it behind the rope that was being pulled down from Eric’s waist and tied it off.

Sir grabbed two of the four pieces of rope hanging from Eric’s perineum and pulled them against Eric’s inner thigh of his left leg.  Sir then proceeded to knot the rope off at intervals around Eric’s left leg, until he reached Eric’s ankle, where Sir tied off the end of the rope.  Sir then proceeded to repeat the process down Eric’s right leg.

When Sir stood back to admire his rope work, it now looked as though Eric was wearing the outline of a rope jockstrap and chaps.

Sir then tied ropes to the centres of the four swags hanging from the rope that ran along the top of Eric’s collarbone, so now Eric had four lengths of course rope hanging down his chest and back.  Sir selected one piece of rope from the front and back closest to Eric’s armpit, and he knotted then together under Eric’s armpit, then did the same to the other side.  Sir worked the ends under the rope at Eric’s waist and pulled them tight and tied them off.

Using the remaining rope hanging down over Eric’s chest, sir outlined Eric’s chest tying the rope to the rope that now ran down Eric’s sides until Sir had the pattern he was aiming for on Eric’s chest and torso.  Sir then proceeded to tie a pattern over Eric’s back as well.  To finish off the look, Sir used Eric’s pneumatic tit cylinders on both of Eric’s tits and sucked the air out of them.  Which in turn forced Eric’s tits to be sucked up inside the cylinders, until they were a dark purple mass inside each cylinder Sir disconnected the hand pump before sir then tied Eric’s wrist together, behind Eric’s back, as well as tying Eric’s elbows together.

Sir stood back to admire his ropework and took a couple of photos.  Then, noticing the time, Sir somewhat reluctantly undid all of his hard work, brushing against the tit cylinders a couple of times that Eric wasn’t sure if it was by accident or on purpose.  The last thing Sir did was to release the pressure in the tit cylinders, but only after Sir had returned the ropes to their assigned places on the hooks on the wall.  When Sir had removed the cylinders, Eric’s tits stood out very purple and inflamed looking, and while Eric thought the pain in his tits was bad enough now, it was nothing to the pain that shot through his chest when Sir grabbed both of Eric’s tits and began rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs.  Eric couldn’t help himself, he screamed out the moment Sir put pressure on his tits, but try as he might he could not pull free from Sir’s vice-like grip.

When Sir tired of the game, he stated that "It's time to make you presentable before my guests arrive, boi."  With that, he unlocked the padlock and removed Eric's collar.  He told Eric to bend over, and Sir pulled out the butt plug, and because Eric had worn his collar, chain, and butt plug so consistently over the course of the weekend, he now strangely felt naked without them.

Sir allowed himself a moment to enjoy the outline, and patterns, the ropes had left on Eric’s body.  Sir picked up a set of stocks and rested it behind Eric’s neck and across his shoulders.  Without being told too, Eric put his wrists in the grooves cut out for them; and Sir locked the stocks closed.  Sir picked up some other items and told Eric to “come”.  Eric followed Sir upstairs, which was now a little difficult because he didn’t want to get the stocks caught on the walls or the doorframes.  Eric also found it a little difficult to walk full stop as he could not see where he was going too well until he discovered that if he bent forward at the waist, he could at least see where he was going easier, but he did as he was told, and followed Sir to the entrance hall.

Sir told Eric to sit on the chair, in the entrance hall that Sir had put there, just for this purpose, and Sir proceeded to encase Eric’s feet and legs in Eric's thigh-high, 12" stiletto leather boots, which Sir laced up the back of the boots, as tightly as he could.  So, Eric had to sit with his legs splayed out wide in front of him, as he could not bend his knees at all.  Sir told Eric to open his mouth, and Sir inserted a penis gag and cinched it closed behind Eric’s head.  Sir told Eric to stand up, which he did somewhat shakily, with Sir’s help, as he could no longer bend his knees in order to get a leg under himself for leverage.  Sir told Eric to lean forward, and when he'd complied, he felt Sir insert something cold and metallic into his arse.  When Eric's arse lips closed over the ball at the tip, Eric realised that it was his anal hook as Sir pushed the hook all the way into Eric’s arse.  Sir then had Eric stand up straight; while he threaded one end of the cord that was attached to the ring at the end of the anal hook through the eyelet in the back of the stock just behind Eric's neck.  He had Eric lean back as far as he could and tied the two ends of the rope together, then when Eric stood upright again, he found that with the hook attached to the back of the stocks it forced him to stand ramrod straight.  Sir held up a silver tray with a raised edge running all the way around it, and a handle running over the top from side to side.  Attached to the handle in the middle was a short length of chain with a very large, cruel-looking, metal clip on the end.  Eric thought he knew what Sir was going to do with it and prayed he was wrong, but he wasn't.  Sir reached down and pulled Eric's foreskin as far down as he could, and then Sir clipped the tray to Eric's foreskin.  So, now it hung between Eric’s legs.  Sir attached a spreader bar to the backs of Eric's boots so that Eric’s legs were forced apart. Consequently, the tray was now able to hang freely off the end of Eric’s foreskin.

When Sir was happy with his handiwork, he picked up the blindfold and put it over Eric's eyes and cinched it closed behind his head.  Eric heard Sir exclaim about the time, again, and that he had to go upstairs to get changed, but before he left, he told Eric that he had to greet all of Sir's visitors.  While Eric was trying to puzzle out just how he was going to do that, he heard Sir unlock and open the front door wide, and clip it back against the wall so it couldn’t blow closed, Sir also did this with the security door as well.  So, once again, Eric was on full view to the street almost completely naked; and when Sir’d finished securing the doors, Eric heard Sir go upstairs.  Eric was trying to work out how he was to greet Sir's guests, and what the tray could be possibly used for; when he felt, someone, rub a calloused hand down his back and over his arse.  Somewhat appreciatively.  The contact almost made Eric jump out of his skin.  "Fuck, Bruce wasn't lying when he said he had a beautiful new house boi.  Fuck, mate," the man continued as he continued to run his hand, appreciatively over Eric's abdomen.  "Man, you are one prize filly, boi, aren't you?  And I can see Bruce is still practising his ropework,” the man said as he ran his hands appreciatively over the marks left by the knots that Sir had used.  The man marvelled at just how flat Sir was able to get his knots to sit against the skin, in almost perfect squares, as well as marvelling at the tightness of the ropes used, which he could tell by just how deep the impressions of the ropes were on Eric’s skin.

Eric could only try to grunt around the gag in his mouth, the guy’s attention shifted to Eric’s nuts, and the guy fondled Eric’s nuts possessively, while Eric could feel his cock trying to stiffen and lift the tray.  Which again made Eric wonder why the tray was even hanging off his foreskin for in the first place, when the guest, after having finished rubbing his hand all over Eric appreciatively, took his set of car keys out of his pocket and dropped them on the tray.  Thanking Eric for looking after them for him in the process.  When the weight of the keys hit the tray, Eric nearly jumped through the roof with the sudden pain in his foreskin.  And Eric rightly assumed that all of Sir’s guest were going to leave their keys with Eric to ‘look after’.  Each guest touched Eric up in some way or other, some rubbed their hands all over his body, while some of the others just hefted his massive balls to feel the weight of them, and spread his arse cheeks.  One guest even worked his finger up Eric's arse beside the ass hook that was in situ, stretching Eric’s anus wider in the process, but eventually, all the guests had arrived, and they all had left their keys on the tray hanging from Eric's foreskin.  It felt, to Eric as though his cock was now being stretched well below his knees. He kind of hoped that Sir wouldn't leave him like this all night, particularly as he was in full view of anyone who passed by on the street and could look in the open doors.

Eric had no way of knowing that the guests had ended up staying for almost six hours before the party finally broke up, and the guests slowly, one by one, took their leave.  By now, Eric was getting very stiff and sore from having to stand in the one position for so long, with absolutely no way of relieving his aching muscles.  All of the guests took the chance to once again grope Eric’s body in any way they saw fit, but Eric didn’t care.  All he cared about was the fact that they were all taking their keys from off the tray that was hanging from his foreskin and pulling on his cock.  Eric heard Sir close the front door, and Eric prayed fervently that Sir was going to release him from his outfit.  That was until Sir undid the clip that was holding the tray to Eric’s foreskin, and the blood rushed back into his foreskin.  Eric screamed into the penis gag in his mouth, and he kept screaming as Sir massaged his foreskin for him.  By the time the sensations had returned to normal in his foreskin, Eric was panting from the effort of his screaming.  Sir untied the hook from the back of the stocks, and then unlocked the stocks and placed them on the floor.  He undid the blindfold and let that fall to the floor as well, while Eric blinked madly at the amount of light that was now assaulting his eyes.  Sir undid the spreader bar and told Eric to sit on the seat while he unlaced the boots and allowed Eric to take them off, and while he was sitting down, Sir removed his penis gag as well.  When Sir had finished releasing Eric from his bondage wear, he told Eric he was going up to bed and that he expected Eric to clean up before he went to bed.  Sir asked Eric what time he had to get up for work in the morning, and after Eric had told him, Sir left him to clean up.

Eric stood up on very wobbly legs, and he gathered up all the bondage gear and returned them to their rightful places in the dungeon.  When Eric went back to the kitchen, he found his collar, chain, two padlocks, and butt plug waiting for him on the bench.  Eric inserted the butt plug, and placed the collar around his neck, catching the last link of the chain in the shank of the padlock, he passed the shank through the loops on the collar and cinched it closed.  He twisted the collar around on his neck until the chain ran down his back, and again he leant forward to give himself some slack in the chain.  While he was in that position, he pulled his arse cheeks apart to allow the chain to fall down his crack, and when it was in situ.  He held his arse cheeks closed, effectively holding the chain in place, and stood up.  When he was happy that he had his attire, all sorted, he set about cleaning up the dining room and the kitchen.  Eric had noticed that Sir had left something for him soaking in his bowl, so when he'd finished cleaning up, Eric got down on all fours and ate his meal.  He washed his bowl in the laundry, then picking up the other padlock that was on the bench, Eric let himself out the back door and went down and locked the chain around the base of the clothesline with the other padlock and drifted off to sleep very happily.

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