Urban Outlaws

URBAN OUTLAWS by maskedmn (bandana boy) with assistance...

The scenario: A big city torn apart by rival gangs. The heaviest and most ruthless in its training the lavender brigade, providing support to lesbian & gay organisations. The hero (?) Andy, knows little of the brigade's methods but their reputation is well-known. Anyway he is an SM addict and regularly attends the local uniform club where he is well- known. He notices this particular night a new member comes along who seems known to many of the regulars. The man is dressed in army camouflage greens, well-worn rather than looking like they spent all week in the wardrobe.

The stranger approaches Andy and they start talking. They share some interests, bondage, mummification, arse and ball games, playing games. Andy leaves the club with the stranger and gets into his van. Driving along the road, Andy's head is suddenly covered by a sacking hood and a gag wrapped around it across his mouth.

He fumbles at the seat belt and realises it is locked. The stranger puts a reassuring hand on his thigh and tells him that he need not worry. This is all part of the fun, if he relaxes and goes along with it. In fact, he says, it could be more exciting than he ever imagined.

Finally the van stops and strong hands haul Andy out of the van and into a building. His hands are cuffed behind his back and attached to collar fastened around the hood.

Once inside the building a strange-smelling cloth is placed over his nose and he passes out...

Andy comes to. His head feels strange, his mouth even worse, and his arms and legs tired. He cannot move. He is standing, spreadeagled between two posts. He is naked, his head is covered only by a woollen balaclava. A wide collar seems to be keeping it in place. Some bandanas have been stuffed into his mouth reducing his protests to muffled cries.

He opens his eyes and peers through the balaclava's eye holes. Ahead is a stone wall and nothing else. Behind him a door opens and a man enters. It looks like the stranger from the previous night, but Andy cannot be sure as he too is hooded with a balaclava, though no gag or collar.

Once he starts speaking Andy knows it is the same man. `I'm sorry for this, but you'd never have had the courage to come along here on your own. This is the HQ of the Lavender Brigade. We need some recruits and your SM tastes make you an ideal candidate for our training sessions. The hoods are to preserve anonymity so if the other gangs capture you you can't identify us.' Somehow Andy couldn't remember the stranger's face any more.

Andy's muffled protests and struggles against the bonds eased further when the stranger grabbed hold of balls and gave them a firm squeeze and pull. He enjoyed it and his cock started to harden.

That's good,' observed the stranger. We'll keep you excited and as a reward you'll get the best wankings off you've ever experienced. But there's heavy training to follow. We need to transport some vital medical supplies to the gay hospital and carrying them is too risky. 'Your first assignment is to learn how to carry flasks of vital drugs up your arse. There's ten of you training for this. You'll all remain hooded and gagged so you can't betray the others if caught."

Andy's cock was rock hard as the stranger's fist kept a firm grip on his balls. `You'll have a name while you're here. All you trainees are no be better than dogs until you pass the final tests, so that's what you will be called.

The stranger fingered the collar and read something off it. `Rover. Sorry it's not very original. Now to get you prepared.'

The stranger produced a round rubber ball with a flat flange to one side with a ring in it.

Silence now,' the stranger warned or I'll ram those balls of your up your arse.'

Andy was too excited and dazed to protest and the bandanas were dragged out of his mouth, and wrapped one at a time around the ball. The stranger manoeuvered the padded gag into Andy's mouth and kept removing and padding it out until it was a very tight fit and Andy's jaws were stretched so wide he thought they would snap.

`Lace him up' the stranger ordered to some unseen colleagues, and left the room. Two hooded men came around the front holding a series of long leather laces which they threaded through the ring in the gag. The laces were pulled tight around his head in various directions, around his nose and over the top of his head, around the back, and down to the collar. One by one they were tightened up until Andy could barely move a muscle of his face. Further laces were used to stretch his ball sack, and more used to strap his cock tight against his belly.

He was left for a while, laced up tight. His cock hard from the stretching of his balls and the tight grip of the laces around his cock. Some time later another man arrived with a plastic bag, a large tube and a bucket. Unable to move, he could not resist as the flared end of the tube was slid up his arse and a series of enemas flushed in and out until he felt like his stomach itself was about to be plumbed as well.

By now Andy was convinced he was part of some pre-arranged sexual scene the stranger had set up with some friends. The lavender brigade was held in high regard by those with an interest in the spectacular but Andy had never met anyone who'd actually come into contact with them. So like many, he doubted they were more than a fantasy of some uniform freaks.

The next hour removed any doubts. His arms and legs were unbound and refastened. His arms behind his back pulled high towards the collar by a wooden rod. His legs shackled with a chain from them to his balls making walking upright painful.

The stranger returned.

`Your arse is now empty and we're going to teach you how to use it as a carrying place, but it needs stretching first so we don't hurt you when the large flasks are inserted into you by our machine.

Andy's eyes widened at the word machine as mechanical sex really excited him.

`Take him to the waiting room' the stranger barked and the two other men guided him along to another room. There sitting on a bench around the wall were nine other guys. All were balaclava hooded, gagged, heads laced cocks and balls laced tight and ankles shackled to their balls.

Their wrists too seemed pinioned behind their backs.

Andy was sat down on the bench near door and his collar fastened to a hook in the wall. His balls were also locked to a ring in the bench so he had to remain seated. Eyes peered out from the balaclava hoods and Andy was aware of being sized up by the other trainees.

The two men went over to the trainee seated on the other side of the door and unlocked his balls and collar and lifted him off the bench. Andy's eyes widened and he emitted a muffled gasp when a huge butt plug popped out of the trainee's arse. The plug was bigger than Andy had ever seen, never mind tried to use. He trembled at the thought that he would have to sit on it and looked anxious as the guards moved towards him. They placed reassuring arms around him to help him relax. This was no time for his muscles to get tense.

They left him and went to the trainee sitting next to the empty space. His collar and balls were unlocked and he was lifted off the bench. A smaller plug slide out of his arse. But it was still huge by Andy's standards. One by one the trainees were unlocked, lifted up and lowered onto the next, larger, plug in line. Andy looked around at his nearest neighbour and wondered just how the big the 'smallest' plug was that his neighbour was clearly sitting on.

A few minutes later came his turn. He was unlocked, lifted up and bent over while one of the guards placed a surgical grease gun against his arse and lubricated it well. His first plug was quite manageable and it was clear to Andy after a short while that endurance in time was going to be as important as endurance in size. Andy spent six hours in the room until he too was sitting last in line, his arse tingling wildly, relaxed and stretched beyond his imagination.

His passage around the room hadn't been without incident. At various times one of the trainees would try to protest or struggle when lowered onto a new plug. The guards fastened a bandana mask across the protesting trainee's face and dosed him with some liquid which seemed to pacify him. Andy too had found the stretching unbearable at one point and tried to break free. His drug mask was left on for a while and his head went all swimmy, sapping his strength and relaxing him onto the flared plug.

Once removed from the final plug he was hauled out of the room into another where there stood a strange contraption like a giant icing machine. Andy was strapped into a metal frame, bent over, arse in the air, and the frame wheeled towards the machine. The 'icing' nozzle slid into him.

It was smaller than the final plug, for which Andy was thankful, though he still didn't know how he had taken even half the plugs he had sat on. The machine whirred and Andy felt his arse being inflated.

A strong plastic liner was being placed inside his arse and was then filled with a liquid. The machine made various other noises and Andy guessed that the bag was being sealed.

One final push and he knew that the spare end of the newly sealed bag was being slid far into his arse.

He was left in the frame for a while to relax and then taken to the briefing room. Walking was difficult because his guts now contained an unaccustomed weight. It reminded him of when he had been forced to walk around for an hour with an enema inside him.

In the briefing room he was given directions of where the hospital was and how to identify himself when he got the there. Then he was told that he would be rewarded for his efforts so far.

The stranger re-appeared and led him into a another room where there was a large bench to which he was strapped.

By now all thoughts of his bound cock and balls were far away, but they soon stirred as the stranger unbound them and pulled and stroked them into life.

A fresh stretcher was placed around his balls, and clamps fastened on his tits. The stranger gripped his cock with a well-greased hand and slowly pumped it into life until it was hard and eager.

Further applications of clamps and stretchers brought him soon to a well-needed orgasm.

After a while he was untied and taken out. The stranger warned him not stop on the way. The orgasm had been intentional as it served to tighten his arse muscles and make it impossible for the bag to either slip out accidentally, or for Andy to remove it himself. He was given his old clothes back.

The army fatigues he had gone to the bar in now took on a new meaning and he was given instructions for how to remove the collar, balaclava and gag once he was out in the dark alley outside.

All he need worry about now was finding the hospital and avoiding getting caught.

Andy heard the door close behind him. He was now standing alone in the alley behind the Lavender Headquarters. He thought to himself, as he removed the collar and balaclava, that the gang must trust him ,as although he could not name or describe any members, he now knew where the HQ was located.

Placing the instruments of his anonymity and confinement at the bottom of the door, he felt proud as he set off on his important mission, to deliver to the gay hospital the much- needed drug. The load in his guts weighed lighter because of its importance and now served to stimulate and excite him.

Following the directions he had been given, Andy carefully picked his way around the heaps of rotting garbage and past the burned out wrecks of cars and buses, victim of some long- forgotten riot. He knew that ahead of him lay danger. The hospital was about four miles from the Lavender HQ, in a safer part of town, but to get to it Andy had to pass through territory controlled by numerous bands of outlaw gangs. The most evil and feared of these gangs was a splinter group of thugs once part of a citizens' militia, set up in the late 1980s to combat the soaring crime rate.

This splinter group, known as the Gelders', because of their practice of welding a tight brass ring around the cock and balls of any of their victims that were lucky enough to survive, had learned very early on that the easiest way to survive was to prey on others, in particular the gay couriers of the Lavender gang. With drugs being in very short supply, any consignments they were able to intercept sold for a high price on the black market, and besides they were able to have a great deal of fun with their hapless victims./ For although outwardly the Gelders appeared straight', the majority of the gang was composed of sexually perverted types who would fuck a dog if it meant they could get their rocks off.

Andy's heart beat a little faster and his stomach tightened as he turned a corner into a main street, unlit, but for one lamp flickering atop a dented standard. The reason for Andy's apprehension was obvious. Lounging beneath the light, their motorcycles parked nearby in the litter-strewn street, were three men. Andy's feelings were a mixture of fear and lust as he observed the men in their cycle gear, their helmets resting on their arms.

He looked around for an easier route past them, wishing to avoid getting too near to the men. But he had no choice - to get past them he had to walk close to them as the building opposite had collapsed, blocking the right side of the street. Nervously Andy walked on, the men seemed to ignore him as he passed by, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he walked on. Suddenly, without any warning of what was to happen, his world was plunged into darkness. A large black sack had been thrust over his head and shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. A cord was quickly tied around his waist to further restrict his scope for movement and then the men, without any word, hoisted Andy into the pillion seat of one of the motorcycles, tying his ankles to the footrests. The men mounted their machines and the bikes sped along, buffeted by the uneven surface of the road. Andy prayed the bag in his guts wouldn't burst with the rough ride as he had no idea what the effect would be should the contents of the bag spill inside him.

After what seemed like hours of riding the bikes came to a halt, voices barked orders, heavy metal doors slid, and Andy was pushed and dragged into the lair of the Gelders. Through the sack again came a familiar smell and black silence as the knock out drug too effect.

Andy came back to life, his mouth gagged with a large bandana which tasted as if it had been used to wipe up weeks of cum from untold numbers of cocks. The bandana had been tightly screwed unto a ball before being inserted into his mouth and now expanded to fill it fully, stretching his aching jaws. It was held in place by a wide leather strap fastened behind his head. Over his head, down to the shoulders, had been placed a tightly fitting leather hood padlocked at the back of the neck. The only holes in it were a few small punctures to allow him to breath. The heat had already started to build up inside the hood and Andy's brow sweated with the heat and fear. The Gelders had gagged Andy to prevent him screaming as they searched his asshole for the drugs. They had been intercepting unlucky couriers for long enough to know the usual hiding place, and they weren't too gentle in how they got at the drugs.

Hooded, gagged, naked, lying on his back, his arms stretched wide above his head tightly secured to rings set into the bench, his legs unhindered, Andy lay shaking and sweating. Leather straps were quickly fastened around his ankles. To the rings embedded in the leather, chains were attached and pulled through pullies in the ceiling. As the pullies were set in the ceiling to the side and just above Andy's head, his legs were forced back over his chest causing his arse to rise off the bench and his legs spread open revealing the unprotected bud of his asshole.

The men in the room all wore masks similar to those worn in mediaeval times by executioners, just in case their victim should accidentally see any one of them. One guy, taller than the rest, was wearing rubber gloves, though they were longer in the forearm than regular gloves. He took hold of a container of lubricating grease and liberally smeared it around Andy's anus, probing into the tight muscle, spreading the grease thickly. One of the other men handed him an anal enlarger which looked like to elongated spoons connected by a thread adjuster and hinged at one end.

Taking the device he worked it past the tight sphincter into Andy's arse. Although fearful, Andy could not prevent the natural reaction of his cock as it filled with blood and jerked to full erection, causing amusement in his tormenters. SLowly the jaws of the spreader were opened, causing the asshole to enlarge wider and wider until Andy felt as if his anus would split. As the entrance became larger the bin liner containing the drug came into view, the sealed end poking out between the jaws of the device. A cheer went round the room as the men saw their goal.

The operator of the enlarger cut a hole in the bag, taking care not to allow any of the content to escape, and taped into place a piece of tube which allowed the drug to flow out into a large glass container. Andy felt the fullness of his guts subside, bringing strange sensations to his cock and balls as the pressure on his prostate relaxed. All this time his cock had not lost its arrogant stiffness and a clear bead of pre-cum appeared at the end of his, gradually increasing in size until it strung away down onto his belly.

Once all the drug had been collected the bag was pulled a little of the way out of Andy's arse and the anal enlarger was released and removed. Taking the end of the bag in his hand, the tall man pulled it out of Andy's guts and discarded it in a bin. It was a large bag and Andy felt as if his arse was on fire from the friction of the plastic as it ran past his sphincter.

Andy's legs were lowered and his arms released. roughly he was dragged to an upright position. His head reeled and he stumbled. Those holding him allowed him to fall to the ground when they fell upon him, grasping his arms and forcing him onto his belly. His wrists were handcuffed and pulled as far up his back as possible and fastened to a collar placed around his neck. They dragged him across the floor to a pair of upright posts embedded in the floor and secured to the ceiling.

Andy realised that he was in for some heavy interrogation. Obviously the Gelders would like to know the location of the LAvender HQ, and Andy was the key to that information. His wrists were released from the collar, only to be attached above his head to a ring in the ceiling. This caused him to bend forward at the waist. His legs were pulled wide and secured to the base of each post.

Andy breathed in sharply as each tit was clamped into adjustable tit clamps. From each clamp a light chain was pulled tight to rings in the posts at each side of his body. SOmeone took a tight hold of his balls, pulling them hard away from his cock base. Leather thonging was wrapped around his ball sack forcing them to stretch. The loose ends of the thongs were tied to a heavy chain on the end of which hung a battered old leather motorcycle boot. Andy's cock, which was jerking and swinging with the pain and stimulation, was enclosed in a cock cover the inside of which was lined with pins. A length of cord passed through the top of the cock sheath and with this Andy's cock was held tight against his belly.

The boot was filled with bits of scrap metal and weighed heavily on Andy's tortured balls, pulling them even further down and sending sharp stabs of pain into his guts. Anyone not heavily into SM like Andy would have cracked by now. But to Andy it was bearable as he was treating the interrogation as if it was a sexual encounter and he hoped that somehow he would get out of it in one piece.

The interrogators left him hanging in the frame for some time, perhaps to allow their victim to realise his predicament. Andy heard the familiar hiss of beer cans as they were opened, and muffled talking as the Gelders appeared for the next stage of the interrogation.

Andy heard something heavy being pulled across the floor behind him, and then felt hot metal grease being squirted up his arse, stinging and inflaming his asshole. A cock solid object was placed against his anus - it was a cock replica of mammoth proportions, and some kind of jacking system started to move the cock into Andy's asshole a fraction of an inch each minute. It would take a couple of hours before all twelve inches were inserted. Andy was thankful he had been trained to take large objects up his arse or his would, by now, have been split apart.

`The location of the Lavender HQ, punk! And then we'll stop,' the harsh voice commanded. Through the gag Andy hissed. The gag was removed.

`Screw you, you bastards,' he replied.

The black cock moved further in. Suddenly it felt as if his back was being burnt off as a number of lit candles were held over him, dripping a flood of skin-searing was. Andy groaned but could not evade the onslaught. Any movement sharply reminded him of the weight on his balls, the clamps on his tits, and that black cock penetrating his arse.

`The location, cocksucker?'

More wax. More weight. The black cocks touched base, sending a signal from Andy's prostate to his captive balls, jerking his tightly encased cock. The machine was switched to `fuck' mode and started to fuck Andy's aching asshole, slowly at first, then with added momentum. The juices ran from his arse, his cock flared in the confines of the sheath and his ball struggled to crawls into the protection of his crutch, only the thongs binding them prevented their retreat.

Andy was aware that he was suddenly alone. The Gelders had left the scene of his torture to allow him to stew in his own agony.

The Andy felt his cock being released from the sheath and the black cock removed from his arse.

Someone was releasing him. But who?

A firm, well-greased fist wrapped itself around Andy's cock, wanking his meat in rapid rhythm. The first surge of spunk shot its way onto the floor, then more followed as his cock emptied the cum from his bound balls.

Had Andy found a rescuer?

Andy was confused. Here he was, spreadeagled, hooded, bandana gagged, his body aching from hot wax, menthol butt fucking, and someone had just placed a warm greasy hand around his cock and wanked him off...

Andy sagged in his bonds as the orgasm drained his nervous energy. The unseen man who had gripped his cock so tight now supported and untied him. The hood and gag were left, as were the weights hanging from his balls. He was lowered to the floor.

'You're a pretty good courier, my lad,' the voice said. 'You obviously enjoy all this rough treatment or you would have revealed the whereabouts of the Lavender Brigade's headquarters quite some time ago.'

The figure bent over and started kneading Andy's tits between his firm fingers. 'I could do with someone like you round here. You've seen and heard too much for us to let you go, and I'm in need of a new slave. It doesn't really matter whether you want to remain here and be my slave or not, because I'll put you through such heavy treatment, mixed with such intense pleasure, that by the time I've finished with you you'll not want to be anywhere but here by my side.'

Despite having just cum, Andy's cock was starting to swell again, something which his new captor had obviously noticed. Andy could feel a boot pressing slowly down on his cock.

'There are a number of masters here within the Gelders and we each have our own personal slaves. When we allow you your sight back you'll recognise mine because like you they'll be wearing my personal insignia - some red bandanas used as part of their bondage. Other masters use different colours. You've already got one in your mouth and that'll be joined by another that has just soaked up your cum.'

Andy could feel the leather strap around his jaw being loosened and another large bandana forced into his mouth until he almost choked. The strap was retightened.

'We're called the gelders because we fasten tight metal bands around our slaves balls. Not so tight that their balls drop off, but tight enough to remind you that you're my slave. Now to show you what is in store for you.'

A blindfold was snapped off his hood and Andy blinked as he look around the bare room. Standing on either side of the doorway were two naked men. They too were leather hooded with bandana gags. Each of them had their balls encased in a bandana encircled with a number of lockable metal bands.

'These too are my slaves,' the master said proudly. Slaves around here are not permitted to talk. But lively fellows like yourself are prone to forget their position and engage in unnecessary and distracting chatter, so they remain gagged except for feeding time. You will notice their balls have some metal bands around them. They are training shackles. When we are satisfied we've stretched their balls sufficiently they will be encircled with a permanent wide metal band. Your balls will be similarly bound very soon.

'Now to show you some of our premises. And then we'll put you to work in the mill.'

Andy was lifted off the floor by the other two slaves. They fastened straps through his wrist bands and pulled his arms up behind his back, shortening the straps as much as possible so his wrists almost touched his collar. Andy stared in fascination at the cloth and metal shrouded balls and was aware of how exciting he found the prospect of his own balls being similarly stretched.

The two slaves then fastened short chains between his balls and his ankles so that walking was a slow and deliberate process, and making an escape would have to be conducted at a snail's pace. He was escorted out of the room by the two slaves who pulled him along after their master rather faster than his balls would have liked.

Along the corridor they passed other slaves, naked except for hoods, gags and ball bondage. Some of them had leather sheaths laced tightly around their cocks. From behind, Andy could see that some of them had large rubber plugs in their arses. All the doors were shut but through them Andy could sometimes here the sounds of belts hitting buttocks, cries of pain/pleasure, and strange noises of unfamiliar machinery, possibly like that which had fucked him earlier.

At one point the Master stopped to talk to another Master. The Masters were noticeable not just because they tended to be clothed in military clothing, but by their open-mouthed hoods which were often decorated with studs. Andy's would-be Master also carried some red bandanas loosely flowing out of his pockets, no doubt as much for ready use as for identification.

Suddenly Andy noticed that the slaves too had let their attention slip as they strained their ears to hear their Master's conversation. Andy decided, despite his extreme bondage and discomfort, to try to escape. For all he knew, none of the doors were locked, and one of them might lead him out of the Gelders' den.

As fast as his chain-restrained balls would permit him, Andy tried to slip quietly away down the corridor. And promptly fell over. The clatter of the chains alerted the slaves who quickly grabbed Andy hoisted him to his feet. The Master also noticed and came over to the threesome.

'You, my lad, will be punished for that. And as for you two, you'll join Andy spending some time in the box room. Now come along.'

Andy was taken to a large open room. Scattered over the bare wooden floor were large packing cases, around four foot by two foot by around two foot high.

Two other slaves came over and grabbed Andy. They obviously knew what to do with him. One of the cases was lifted off the floor to reveal a number of metal rings rivetted to the floor.

One of the slaves produced a plastic tube and smeared the greasy stuff over Andy's cock and balls. Andy's nose twitched as he smelled the menthol and he could sense the heat starting to penetrate. He was then forced to lay face down on the floor and a wide leather belt anchored around his waist and to the floor so he could not move. The bandana gags were removed from his mouth and were laid under his cock so that any menthol could not be rubbed away on the floor but would stay in contact with his cock.

Before he could utter a sound with his now usable mouth a wooden dowel rod wrapped in towelling was forced between his jaws. The towelling was very thick and stretched his mouth wider than he thought possible. Ropes were fastened from the ends of the rod to the belt and tightened forcing his head back as far as possible. His jaw stretched even wider.

His ankles too were pulled back and fastened to the sides of the belt. Further straps attached to his thighs and still pinioned arms totally immobilised him. The straps pulling his wrists to his collar were tightened further. Finally a large vibrating dildo, again smothered in menthol grease, was placed in his arse and kept there by the chain attached to his balls which was pulled tight to his waist belt.

The wooden box was lowered over him.

Andy started sweating and his cock, balls and arse started to glow. The vibrating dildo sent pulses through his body, and he could feel a vibration in the floor beneath him which indicated that he was not alone in this situation.

The heavy bondage was very uncomfortable but it was very exciting. Andy knew that, sometime soon, his cock would get hard and he would cum again. He did not know if this was allowed, forbidden or even expected, but he knew for certain it would happen and the evidence would lay on the floor beneath him.

Hours passed during which Andy came two or three times. Sometimes he could hear other boxes being moved and captives being imprisoned or released from their bondage. On occasions groans of pleasure would seep out of one of the boxes as another slave climaxed on his bondage. This raised Andy's excitement and he too would cum soon after.

Finally he heard footsteps approaching and his box was lifted. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light.

His bondage pulled his head upwards off the floor forcing him to stare straight at the Master's cock and balls which were hanging out of his camouflage trousers. There was no sign of Andy's careless escorts and he assumed their sessions in the box would be longer than his.

'Now we'll put you to some work, my boy. If you spend any time here you've got to earn your keep. I've assigned you to the mill. This is no ordinary mill - it generates our electricity. It is, in fact, a large treadmill and you will join my other workers there. A few hours in that will get your body loosened up and give you an appetite for something a bit more stimulating.'

Andy's mind filled with images of hamsters in cages running endlessly in little wheels. But he knew, from what had gone on so far, that this would be no ordinary treadmill...

The master called two other slaves over to where he and Andy were standing, following Andy's ordeal in the box.

`Prepare him for the mill, the usual outfit, and request my presence when he's ready.'

And with this the MAster turned on his booted heels and left the room.

The slaves took hold of Andy, one on either side, arms firmly pinioned behind him. He was frogmarched between them out of the room and back along the same passage he had, many orgasms before, been dragged along. No conversation passed between them, the bandana gags made certain of that. But Andy sense a feeling of power from the two slaves. Perhaps they felt it was now their chance to work out some of the pent up frustration of always being on the receiving end of some MAster's sadistic lust.

Through a heavily barred door they entered a windowless and brightly-lit ante-chamber to the actual mill room. Andy heard the metal door noisily bang and the clang of many locks being pushed home. No hope of escape from here, that's for sure he thought. Sure it was, as this was one of the most secure areas in the whole of the Gelder's hideout. The electrical supply on which they depended was beyond this room and would be protected at all costs.

The slaves released Andy's arms and pushed him against a bare wall, securing his wrists to a bar fixed in the wall. As they stood back, looking at their victim, Andy couldn't help but notice that the bandanas about their encased cock and balls had filled out, the material stretched and taut. This sight, and his own hopeless predicament brought about fresh arousal to his abused cock, gradually filling with hot blood it rose stiff above his shackled balls. The other two noticed this and, releasing Andy from the bar, they handcuffed his wrists behind his back. One of them took a firm hold of Andy's bouncing cock and forced him to follow across the room.

Still handcuffed, Andy was pushed into a tiled and semi<197> enclosed area. A chain was attached to the handcuffs and his arms pulled back and up as the end of the chain was attached to a ring set into the wall. Each ankle was tied with a cords to rings at either side forcing his legs wide apart and putting a strain on his upper arm and shoulder muscles, which stood out in hard relief.

A heavy wad of grease was worked into Andy's anus by rough hands. This was followed by the insertion of a hard rubber tube pushed far into his guts. Hot water flooded into him as he strained against his bonds.

Got to make sure your asshole's empty before we put you into the suit,' said one of the slaves. Don't want you messing it up.'

The tube was removed and Andy was relieved to let go the contents of his arse which flowed away down the sump. He was then assaulted with a large butt plug, `just in case we've missed anything,' one of them sneered. Pushed past Andy's tight sphincter, the end of the plug came to rest against his throbbing prostate, adding to the stimulation affecting his engorged cock.

Andy's body was thoroughly lubricated with oil that mist have come from a clapped out old banger, it was so black and thick.

releasing him from the `shower', the two slaves guided Andy to one of the lockers arranged against the wall and told him to put on a one-piece rubber suit. Andy saw that, to get into it, he would have to put his feet in first at the neck and shoulder end as there was no zip along the front or back, only across the shoulders.

Sliding into the suit, Andy was surprised to find that his cock and balls were not encased in the rubber suit as an opening had been left at the crotch. Elsewhere the suit fitted tightly like a second skin, and around the arse it was tight enough to prevent the butt plug from being dislodged.

His wrists were once more fastened behind his back as he was pushed ahead of the slaves into the mill room.

Before him Andy saw a number of similarly dressed slaves except for the gas-mask like fittings on their heads and something Andy couldn't quite make out attached to their genitals. They all appeared to be attempting to climb stairs, but weren't getting anywhere. What the Gelders had done, in fact, was to adapt old one person lifts from some disused building - in normal use they would be constantly moving with people stepping on and off at the required level.

Andy was placed in a metal frame, opposite and some distance from a vacant generator. The handcuffs were removed from his wrists and replaced with heavy leather wrist cuffs which were firmly locked above his head and to one side to the sides of the frame. Around his middle a wide leather belt was fixed and at either side strong metal D rings attached the belt to the frame so as to firmly immobilise Andy's waist. Only his legs were left free for the tortuous work ahead.

The frame was moved on runner, up to the generator, and adjusted for the length of Andy's legs to enable him to perform his task.

There are a couple of devices which have to be put in place now,' one of the slaves said, but your Master will do that.'

And with this the two slaves departed.

The groans and muffled yelps made Andy wonder what the other slaves were having done to them as there was no-one around administering any punishment. Andy wondered if they were suffering from cramp.

`Ah, I see you are nearly prepared for your duties.'

The Master had arrived.

`I just have to place in position the two incentive devices,' he said in a sardonic tone.

Now the gas mask type device was locked in place, the eye parts were clear so Andy could see where to put his feet on the steps of the generator. Next he felt his cock and balls being greased up and through the filters the familiar aroma of menthol caressed his nostrils. His cock, now semi-stiff, was placed into a rubber sheath from the end of which ran a long tube. The sheath was kept in place by leather straps tied between Andy's legs and around his waist to a ring at the back of the bondage belt.

`That's in case you need to piss. We don't want you pissing all over the electrics, do we? COuld be quite shocking.'

The loose end of the tube disappeared into a drain. A red bandana was tightly fixed about his balls and his bandana covered balls squeezed into t tight fitting box with wires hanging from it. Padlocks and chains kept the box in place around his captive balls.

Now, I think, an explanation of the incentive devices,' the Master intoned. The generator must be kept going above a certain speed, so many steps per minute you might say.'

The Master gave a sadistic laugh.

`To ensure that this is so you have been fitted out with a couple of my more nasty toys. The gas mask will deliver a dose of drugs, guaranteed to get your blood pumping and incidentally your cock and asshole pulsing at the same time. The box which encloses those precious nuts of yours will deliver a kick to them, not hard enough to do permanent damage, but enough to cause your guts to ache and your balls to try to crawl up into your belly. It works on a miniature hydraulic ram system and, like the drug, will come into operation every time that your leg output falls below the required rate. Now get started, and don't disappoint me slave, I expect to see a very good recording from the monitor of your output.'

With this the Master left.

Andy must have been too slow in starting as suddenly his lungs were engulfed with a gas which made his head reel, his hear pound and his sex organs pulsate. The butt plug in his arse felt as if it had doubled in size. But worst of all was the blow to his balls. Agony crawled up his guts into his belly as he desperately attempted to gain a foothold on the generator.

After what seemed an eternity of pleasure and pain Andy started his never-ending ascent of the `stairs'.

Andy had no idea how long he was kept on the treadmill. Numerous times he had tired and received shocks to his balls and arse. His nose was now sore with the drugs which had been pumped into his nostrils to keep him active and running on the endless belt. His rubber suit was filled with sweat and he slid around inside it, despite its original tight fit.

Eventually, hours later he thought, he was released. The gas mask was removed and he almost fell over as the fresh air rushed into his lungs. The compression device was removed from his balls and his arse was also released from its intrusion. A water hose was poked down inside the suit and he shuddered as the icy water swirled into the suit and out again through the openings front and back at his groin.

The suit was peeled off and he was thrown to the floor and ordered to lay face down hugging the stony flooring.

His overseer arrived and stood with his boots right next to Andy's face. `Take him to the kennels for his dinner and leave him there for the night.'

Andy wondered what the kennels were as he'd not heard or seen any dogs around the hideout. But he wasn't bothered. His aching legs were already having to compete with his aching stomach and he realised that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink since his capture.

He moved to stand up and a booted foot forced his face to the ground. `You move when and how we say. Don't move a muscle otherwise.'

Andy was too weak to protest. The forced exercise had drained all the fight out of him and he would gladly have agreed to stay on the cold ground permanently in return for some sleep.

A wide leather belt was locked around his waist. Hanging from either side of it by short metal hooks were two ankle straps into which his feet were fastened. His legs were now bent tightly in half and his knees strained into an unaccustomed position. Around his neck was locked a leather collar with wrist straps also attached by short metal fastenings. These were used to bend his arms in two. A long rubber bung gag was strapped into his mouth and a leash attached to the collar.

`Walk!' commanded one of the supervising slaves. Andy didn't understand how he was expected to walk with his legs bent up by his side.

`Walk on your knees and elbows, dog. Or else we'll drag you and scrape your balls off on the concrete.'

Andy propped himself up on his elbows and knees and unsteadily followed as best he could. The floor was cold and slippy and he would sometimes fall over as his elbows or knees would slither out from under him.

One of the guards produced some metal shackles and fastened them around Andy's balls, stretching them well out under him. As he waddled along they swung heavily underneath him. And he only needed to slip once more on the floor to realise the consequences of crushing his stretched balls under his own body weight.

They came to the end of the corridor where there was a kennel- shaped enclosure. Andy was led into it and fastened into it by his waist. At the far end was a dog bowl of what he assumed was his dinner. It looked brown and sloppy like dog food. And it probably was dog food, but Andy was ravenous.

The gag was removed and Andy's head shoved into the bowl and fastened there by some straps. Andy slurped and ate as well as he could, licking the bowl clean. His face was covered with the food in places his tongue could not reach.

The guards saw Andy had finished and one came over to release his head. He pulled a couple of bandanas out of his pocket and used them to wipe Andy's face clean before ramming them into his mouth. He almost choked his dinner up but managed to control the reflex. The guard used a number of his fingers to work the bandanas well into the far reaches of Andy's mouth. Removing his fingers the guard filled the space in the middle with another bandana so Andy's mouth was well and truly filled and stretched. Before Andy could even attempt to spit them out a leather head harness muzzle was strapped over his head.

The leather straps covered his mouth and brow and tightened on either side of his jaw as well as at the back and top of his head. The muzzle was slowly tightened one strap at a time until Andy felt his head would explode from the pressure. If was being forced to be a dog, it was certainly going to be a silent one.

Andy heard a rustling behind him and felt a rubber jock-strap being fitted around his waist. At the front his cock was greased well and slid into a heavy rubber sheath. The inside of the sheath was covered with thousands of small rubber spikes and it felt like the outside was covered in rubber studs. His balls were tucked into the garment and strapped into it.

Like a real jock strap, the back was open except that two strong rubber straps were pulled from behind his balls up to either side of his waist. These straps pulled tightly against his arse cheeks, keeping them spread and exposing his asshole.

A long greased pole was slid into his arse, but them removed leaving a thick lubricating covering. But the grease seemed to smell - it reminded him of the deep heat he had endured earlier in his adventures. Before he could think any more he was released from the cage and led through the adjacent door into a dark sweaty room. Around the room he could see other 'dogs', laying down or hobbling around on their elbows and knees as he was.

In the middle of the room were four large high leather boots fixed to the floor. Andy's arms and legs were inserted and strapped into these so he had no choice but to remain 'standing' and at the centre of attention.

`Most of these dogs have been here quite a long time, so they'll soon teach you the rules. And they've also been out working all day, with no relief.'

Andy couldn't quite grasp what the last comment was intended to convey.

The other dogs paid him little attention. It was common for the new 'dogs' to be kept this way on their first night or two. Andy looked round as best he could and saw that all the other dogs also wore rubber jock straps, though some of them had their arses filled as well, and not all of them wore the same muzzles. Some had full leather hoods, some knitted balaclavas, and some bandana masks.

Andy slowly realised that his arse was beginning to itch. A sort of deep persistent itch like a heat rash. He tried to move but only succeeded in wriggling his arse around in the air. He tried again, hoping that at least he could get the outer muscles of his arse to rub together and relieve the itching. But all he succeeded in doing was arousing the attention of the other dogs.

One of them 'walked' over and started investigating Andy's arse with his nose. The other dog could smell the irritant cream and knew that Andy would soon be desperate for something to scratch his internal itch. Other dogs came by too and smelled the cream.

From the far corner Andy saw a large dark shape moving. It was another dog, but heavier and larger than the others - an alsatian where the others were more like terriers. As the alsatian approached the smaller dogs moved away in deference and Andy could see that hung under the large man-dog was a very erect studded-rubber-covered cock.

Andy's arse had received quite a few fuckings and stretchings this far, and he felt tired of the continual probing. So when the large dog came round to his arse and starting sniffing around, Andy made as loud a deterrent noise as he could which, through all the gags and muzzle emerged as a growl. Quite appropriate he thought. It was clear that the 'relief' referred to earlier had been sexual and that many of these dogs were as randy as anything. Clearly he was now the bitch on heat and there was little he could do to protect himself.

The large dog took another sniff of Andy's arse and moved away slightly, slowly rubbing his cock against the side of one of the other dogs. Andy tried to relax a little but his arse felt itchier than ever and he wiggled around some more to try to relieve the sensation.

Soon it was clear to the large dog that Andy's arse was well ready for a good fuck and that Andy's resistance was petering out as the itching increased. The man-alsatian approached Andy from the rear and mounted him, gripping his sides with his doubled-up arms and sliding his studded cock into Andy's arse.

The studs were hell, but they were wonderful too. Andy's itch was being scratched all the way inside him. When the alsatian had finished other dogs took their turn fucking Andy until they all seemed satisfied and went off to their corners to sleep.

That night Andy slept 'standing' in the centre of the room. The next day his life as a dog started in earnest...