Tattoo Troubles

I am a tattoo lover. I got my first one when I was in the Navy. Small and on the right hip. Once I got into the civilian world, my desire for more tattoos grew. I had begun the task of having several tatts placed on my left ass cheek. Each design was a representation of events that happened in my life. In the past, and for good reason, I chose not to have any tattoos visible ( except naked ) thus having all tattoos covered when wearing a speedo.

Times change, as did I. I was single in those days and did what I wanted. That too changed when I met John. Instant attraction, best friend, lover .... and Master. We have been together for so many years now, that I have lost count. And that is meant in a good way. The only issue John had was with my tattoos, and forbidded me to get anymore unless he approved first.

John introduced me to the great world of leather and bondage. In turn, we met others in this special group of men, and times are always great. Friends are even better. There are Masters and slaves, plain and simple. And I am the slave. John always keeps me naked, shaved and in some form of bondage at home ( and elsewhere when permitted ). John is a big man, hairy and tall, towering over my 6 foot frame. His dick is the exception as well, being much larger than my average member.

On with the story ... Now that my circumstances have changed, I am able to get tattoos that would show while in public. I have wanted to start with my astrological sign at the top center of my back and then with additional designs to continue down my back and connect with my ass tatts. A pattern I have planned and designed for years. Long story short, I got the first tattoo while out of town, quite large and on my back. I did not think John would have an issue with this. Wrong on my part ... I was in serious trouble.

Since I love bondage, live for bondage, and serve John, I did not think there was anything he could do to me as a form of punishment that I had not already experienced in the past. Was I ever wrong .... again !

I was surprised my John's reaction, he was not mad at all. Our daily routine did not change and there was no mention of the tattoo other than when he first saw it ... nice tattoo he stated. I never gave it another thought. A few weeks had passed and we were planning a trip back east to a leather and bondage event. When we arrived, John went out to meet with friends and told me to meet him at our favorite watering hole later that night. He made arraingements for me to have my body waxed that afternoon.

I went to have my body waxed ( love to have that done ) and then back to the hotel to wear what John had laid out for me. Ragged and torn levi's. black boots, and my collar. No shirt, which I thought was strange, not even a jacket. A note was there ordering me to go to the bar now instead of later that night. It was only 6:30. But I did as told. Once there, the place was crowded, as expected.

Some unknown slave came up to me ... dressed like myself, but with a shirt at least, and introduced himself as S27. He told me he was ordered to take care of me, drink wise, until our Masters arrived. The first drink came and S27 refused to let me pay. S27 bought another round for us and suggested we check out the back room. He assured me it was ok for us to be there without our Masters. Through the hanging leather makeshift door, we entered a dark and somewhat crowded room, smoke everywhere, conversations numerous and yet not one glance from anyone. We were standing in the back, near the exit, when it happened.

I was approached by three other slaves. Without warning, I was grabbed, handcuffed behind my back, and shoved out the back door into a waiting van. S27 assured me that this was the plan of Master John and that no harm will come to me. As long as I obeyed.

The ride was short, and we entered into a warehouse. Because of the leather event, this warehouse was the largest dungeon set up I have ever seen. I was taken to an area where my hands were released. But then retied to a hanging chain. There I was, standing with arms stretched above my head. S27 was gone, leaving me with the three other slaves. They went to another room and came back naked. Of course they were shaved and wearing only collars and cock rings. Each sporting ranging hardons. I thought for sure that I was their toy for the night, or at least until their Masters showed up. These slaves never spoke. They retied my hands in a streched position above my head. My pants and boots were removed. My collar left on and then my feet spread and tied apart. My balls were tied off and pulled to the floor and secured. My prince albert ( which is a 0 ga and non-removable ) was tied off with just a leather strap and left. Clamps ( with teeth ) were attached to each nipple. I was hard and dripping.

S27 came back and was naked except for his collar and a tube on his dick .... which was locked on. The three slaves tied S27 down on a bench, bent over. Legs tied far apart and arms tied down to the floor. I knew what was coming. And the three slaves did just that. S27 was there to serve these slaves. Each hole was well serviced and each slave shot their loads all over S27. The three slaves left, leaving S27 still tied.

Time seem to stand still, yet it was getting later. My hard on was gone, by balls ached and S27 was quiet. People were coming in, all leather men and their slaves. Filling the place up fast. I was looked at, but basically ignored, as was S27. Two Masters and their slaves came over to me. One slave removed my tit clamps, while his Master pinched and tweaked each nipple. Sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body ... and straight to my dick, which began to rise. The other slave untied my balls while his Master began to place a small metal cockring on me. The Master was rough, and slapped my balls and dick. He shoved each ball into the ring then my dick .... causing pain and discomfort. Yet my dick began to rise again.

The two Masters walked away, leaving the two slaves to work me. One slave began to suck my dick, teasing me, causing me to leak like never before. The other slave was working my hole and prostate. I was in heaven, wanting to cum in the worst way. Both slaves stopped and came in front of me. Each sporting throbbing hardons. One slave put my dick and balls into a sack of ice and water and tied it off around the cock ring. The other slave went behind me and started to fuck my ass, slowly. The other slave did the same and they took turns. My prostate was getting the workout of all times. Yet my dick and balls, soft and shrunk, were held captive in a frozen world.

Suddenly they stopped and walked away, without cumming. Their respective Masters placed their hard cocks and balls into the same icy bag as mine are in. Tied spread eagle to one cross, they were left. S27 was now getting fucked by two Masters, each hole being worked.

Master John appeared and said nothing. He was with two other Masters, each one as big as John. Wearing Chaps and sporting huge hardons. Master John removed my icy pouch and was given a tube like I saw on S27. He then took my balls and tied them off and to the floor again, showing no mercy, pulling hard and tight. My dick was cold and non responsive. Master John took the leather strap attached to my prince albert and put it through the tube. Giving a good yank, my dick slid down the tube and the prince albert came out the slit at the end of the tube. A lock was placed through my price albert. Then the tube was locked onto the cock ring. I looked down to see my dick gone .... gone into a metal tube. My balls were released. I began to get hard, only my dick had nowhere to go. I was now horny, frustrated and having feelings I never had before.

Master John and the other two Masters released me and placed me on a bench in front of S27, tied the same. I knew what was coming, I knew I was to be the breeding slave of the night, like S27. Master John came to my face and shoved his dick down my throat, gagging me more than ever before. After a few hard strokes, Master John shot his load deep into my throat. My dick straining to become hard, leaking beyond words ... and John whispers in my ear ....

.... Your mouth will be used all night as a cum catcher. Your ass will be worked non stop by the fucking machine. The dildo on it is larger than my dick, he states, and he shows it to me. There will be one slave keeping it well greased for you. With that, Master John places the dildo at my ass entrance ... attaches it to the machine and turns it on. I feel it slowly entering me, stretching me, filling me .....

Master John then tells me, " no more tattoos without my permission " ... and then he walks away.

I have been in chastity for nearly two years now, not knowing when it will end or if it will end ... but that is another story. One last note, keep in mind that a true slave is in 24/7 chastity.

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