The Contract: Chapter 6 (Part 1)
Once mostly recovered from the week long party Vasyl finds himself taken into his grandfather's personal play room and put through his paces.
DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictional story and all characters depicted within are the intellectual property of Silversune. The story contains themes of slavery, punishment, sex between men and men, men and women and men and other ‘things’. If you are under 18, it is illegal to read this sort of content in your region, or if you do not enjoy these types of stories please read no further.
Additional Warning: Bestiality of a sort is present in the form of an equine shaped dildo. For a close reference check out Bad Dragon’s Sleipner (Measurements aren’t exact, but the texture is spot on)
Chapter 6: A Little 'Family Bonding'
It was as if the party had been exhausting for everyone. Routine returned to the estate, but everyone was moving just a little slower and there was a decided drop in the private encounters that the slaves were taken off to. By the end of the week following the party though the slaves would be taken off in ones and twos, all but for the ones who had been beasts and offered no true rest. Finally, on the eighth day and just short of becoming bored with the extended rest, Vasyl was taken from his daily wash and lead down the hall to the play rooms.
Instantly the young man felt his excitement sparked and he moved quickly on hands and knees after his current handler, a young man with a well-built physique and a full ass that the slave found his mouth watering for as he followed him along. As they passed the first few rooms he start to slow only to quickly readjust and follow before there might be a hint of hesitation to him. His wordless confusion grew as they continued passed each but, even though he wasn’t gagged, he never asked. In fact he never even thought to ask where they were going or even formed the words in his mind that might have been spoken if he dared. There’s was just a feeling, much like getting horny upon seeing the room doors. It had been some weeks since he thought as a human might.
The two continued on and into another hall before starting up a winding stair not unlike the one which he had been taken down upon his arrival at the estate, but there was no sense of familiarity nor the thought that there should be. The slave’s world had narrowed to the series of halls and rooms that had been converted for the Master’s enterprise. Instead he felt a worried feeling over going into unfamiliar territory. That feeling lingered when they reached the top of the stair only to find that it ended at a metal cage elevator meant to carry a single person. He was ushered in, his leash tied and then before the button was pressed that would carry him to his destination the man pulled out a syringe and an alcohol swab. His rubber clad arm was swabbed and then the cocktail within the syringe was injected before the elevator button was tapped and the door closed leaving him alone as the elevator began to ascend upwards into the unknown.
When the elevator finished its ascent 4148 took the opportunity to look passed the metal cage and quickly acquaint himself with his new surroundings. The room was another play room with many of the structures and devices he had seen since his arrival here, but despite being so alike they were also worlds apart. The rooms he had been familiarized to were utterly bare while this one was filled with luxury. The walls were covered in fine leather and here and there were metal loops and cuffs to affix a slave, though the metal was carved with images he couldn’t make out from his vantage point. The floor was black marble with a polish thick enough to give a mirror impression. The bondage furniture was made out of the best woods and also carved, leather straps that were silky soft and there was a bed that was so large and covered in deep purple blankets that seemed so soft that Vas had a sudden desire to curl up on it and sleep forever.
While he looked around his grandfather entered the room from a door placed on a far wall and he strode over towards the elevator. With a single touch he opened the door and his slave grandson crawled out and then turned to ‘sit’ on his heels before him. The black rubber clad boy lifted his chin as he waited on instructions and surged with a desire to make the older man proud of him, physically craving the affection as a man lost in the desert craves the cool taste of water. When there was no reaction he moved in a way that dog owners would be familiar with, shifting just faintly closer and leaning forward just a little.
The old man watched this then wordlessly turned and began to stride over to where a hook was dangling from the ceiling. His hand made a little signal that the boy should follow with no words spoken as he expected for the slave to be quick to understand and to obey. Vasyl quickly crawled after his master while looking down at the reflected creature staring up at him from the marble. He looked up just in time to see that Grandfather had stopped and had motioned for him to stand upright. It was no sooner that had he completed the action that his arms were bound by leather cuffs at the wrists before being lifted upwards towards a hook that had been suspended from the ceiling by a chain. The touch of the hands locking and then hooking his wrists brought with it a realization that the syringe had carried the sensitivity enhancing concoction that he had been treated with previously as the touch felt as if it were his ‘under skin’ rather than his rubber skin that was being touched.
Mirrored eyes followed after the slave’s master as he moved away and opened up a wardrobe. From it was taken a bar which was affixed with a cuff at either end as well as other supplies which 4148 wasn’t able to get a glimpse of before they were slid into a black velvet lined bag. Upon his return the senior, still as silent as before, knelt and locked Vasyl into the spreader bar before looking up and lifting a hand to caress his grandson’s naked heavy sack and like the slave in the milking hall he had the intense desire to cum with only that light touch, but that urge was forced down by an intense pinch to the tip of his rubbery, pierced penis. Straightening then the man dropped the velvet bag on a nearby table and then walked over to another device; this one a simple crank which, with a few twists had him dangling quite a few inches off the ground rather than standing any longer.
Seemingly pleased with this the master moved back towards wardrobe and this time removed from it a stand with to which was attached an intimidatingly large dark blue dildo of horse-like design. In overall length it seemed 9 to 10 inches and the head itself was broader as it had a diameter just under the width of a can of soda (2 inches) and then it thickened out throughout the ridged piece promising to stretch anyone able to take it to the base an impressive diameter of 3.5 inches. Though a rational mind would doubt they could take such a large insertion without some preparation Vasyl’s master obviously wanted him to and he eyed the rubbery toy hungrily as the stand was placed beneath him. With a good amount of lube added the head of the toy, which was high enough to reach his ass even suspended, was guided to his ass and after a few moments of working it partially within the chain holding Vasyl aloft suddenly dropped an inch and he was quickly impaled.
In that moment exquisite pain shot through him as the slow pressure and entry he had been prepared for, but that sudden drop had completely caught him off guard. With his surprise and the pain a cry burst forth from the boy who had done well to remain silent until now. His ass clenched around the suddenly unwelcomed intruder even as Grandfather smirked and turned towards the velvet back he had placed nearby. As he looked back he saw that Vasyl’s arms were tightening and he was attempting to lift himself upwards to relieve himself somewhat. Surprisingly he wasn’t corrected for this, but why soon became evident as his muscles were weak from the painful shock and he soon found himself slipping down even further than he had been previously, this causing the slave to shake his head and moan.
With an ear to his suffering the older man pulled a set of clamps from the bag and without any ceremony he clipped one to each of the boy’s rubbery nipples earning another softer cry that increased in volume as the chain attaching the clamps to one another was tugged before the man returned to the bag again. Next a metal ring was pulled out and it was bounced in the older man’s hand before he started to work Vasyl’s large balls through the center of the ring while having to pause frequently to pinch his cock tip and keep the slave from cumming. At the end he let the weighted metal drag down the oh so sensitive flesh before adding, with a wicked smile, a pair of dangling weights.
No sooner had the weights been added than his chain dropped him another inch, impaling him deeper on the thickening veiny ridges of the horse cock. That sudden drop caused the weights and chained clamps to bounce, hitting him with a wave of pain. He cried out again, louder than before, and yet his cock stayed rigidly stiff as a milky drop of pre cum escaped it. And it seemed that his grandfather approved as he reached a hand down, stroking the rubber cock, eliciting a moan from Vasyl who was again trying to lift himself and while it was improbable before it was utterly impossible now.
Stepping back the man surveyed his work, watching his bound and impaled grandson try to escape from the huge toy that was forcing him farther open than he had yet before experienced. With a nod to himself then he reached for the final item in the bag before displaying a leather cat of nine tails to the boy, finally speaking. “Under no circumstances will you before you are given leave.” There wasn’t a response, but he didn’t wait for one either as he stroked the leather straps over the boy’s form, causing him to shiver before he dropped a third time.
The sex beast that Vasyl had become had no words or pleadings to be removed though it howled in delicious pain for its master’s amusement. It wanted to cum badly and while it knew it could disobey and do so at any time it couldn’t take that action because of the obedience training it had been through. One of the training sessions had forced on whippings and even those had become a source of erotic pleasure, so when that first strike hit it 4148 nearly came then and there.
Somehow he resisted though and he continued to teeter on the edge only to resist each time he felt his balls attempt to fight their constraints and tighten up onto to willfully fight it off. This fight of servitude over body’s need a constant that had caused him to lose a sense of his surroundings or of how long he had been dangling above the ground and impaled. The fight soon became hardest to resist when he would drop and he would be forced to take a wider and wider girth only for the depth to begin to become another issue.
With over half of the cock within him his ass had just over 6 inches stuffed within him and was gaped out to a three inch diameter. The cock had become his center; a burning heat that was driving up into him and the only other things in his perception was the lick of the whip in his master’s hands and himself. A few times his mind began to day dream, to wish that the solid intruder belonged to a real horse, to imagine it cumming in him and filling his belly with its bestial semen. He nearly came right then, but he had to force himself back to the moment and the words of his master.
Suddenly he dropped again and as he did his toes hit the floor. Startled by this he started to try and pull himself off again only to realize the whipping had stopped. A moment later the cuffs keeping his ass spread apart were removed and his feet kicked inwards lightly. This tightened his ass around the large phallus and he groaned for a moment only to gasp as the clips on his nipples were removed. His eyes snapped open and he was looking into the face of his grandfather who ordered with a tweak to one of the abused nips, “Take the rest.” The weights were removed and then he stepped back then and lifted the flogger before resuming his whipping, focusing on the boy’s chest, stomach, cock and balls.
He didn’t want to, he couldn’t fit anymore. He was achingly sore and stuffed to the point that a saner version of himself would seriously wonder if he would be any good to anyone in bed after this. And yet he did. As the strands of leather hit his super sensitive cock he ground his teeth and let out a bestial growl as he forced himself down the last little bit and stretched himself out around the base of the cock only to find that just past that widest point it narrowed drastically. He gasped, feeling truly locked and knotted to the toy and his cock bounds feverishly, pre cum dripping freely everywhere before he started to grind and then nearly came only for his grandfather to quickly reach out and pinch it off while laughing wickedly at the desperate cry that escaped his grandson’s throat.
With that denial 4148 realized that they were not done yet... (To Be Continued)