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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 46 Master Harold

This story is fiction,  a figment of my warped imagination.  Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead,  it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.  If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,  then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment.  Acts
described are pure fantasy on my part and should not be attempted by anyone that
does not know what the hell they are doing.

PLEASE NOTE:  This chapter was run through the MSWord2000 spell checker.   I
have made every attempt to try and ensure spelling is correct, however this
story is written in every day speech.   I used my own spelling for slang and
street words that do not do not appear in the spell checker dictionary.   As
well, the grammar is most likely less than perfect, I am not an English major.  
If you want good grammar and absolutely perfect spelling, I would suggest you go
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Story codes:  M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street

by Rob

Part 46

Master Harold

The hearing for Master Dave went relatively quickly and without incident. 

I read out the charge;

".....behavior unbecoming a Senior Master of the World Master's Congress.  
Unprovoked physical aggression against the official Representative of the Senior
Magistrate."

To my surprise and relief, Master Dave pleaded guilty to all the charges.   Gave
a heart felt apology to Master Charlie, The World Master's Congress and to me.

In light of his change of heart the council was very easy on him.  They fined
him $200,000.00 American dollars and suggested he donate 200 of his Seniority
points to me as I was the one against whom his aggression was vented.

After the council was adjourned he came to me and shook my hand.   He also
assured me he would donate 200 of his Seniority points to me.    I was yet to
see how important these points were within the organization and what they could
do for me.

After the hearing we all went back to Jeff's.   He had just awakened from his
afternoon nap when we arrived.   The ever efficient Fred, had a light tea set up
for us in the Sunroom.

I took a chair beside Jeff and we chatted about the hearing and about my raise
to Master.

"In one respect it is most unfortunate, Harold.   I sure would have liked
another visit from Dinky doggie, he was wonderful."  he said wistfully.

"Well one never knows for sure, Jeff.   He just may make another visit, a kind
of just for old times sake and farewell appearance."  I replied.

"Now wouldn't that be something." he giggled.

"What about Tweebles?    He should make a wonderful doggie, don't you think?" he
stated.

"I hadn't thought about it, Jeff.   Do you think he would go along with it?"  I
asked.

"He does not have to go along with it, he really has no choice.   You are his
Master and what you say goes.   If you want him as a dogslave then he shall be a
dogslave."  he stated flatly.

"Yes, I guess so.   It is going to take some getting used to, having the power
to direct another persons life so completely."  I replied.

"Well it won't take you long Harold and believe me you will love it.   As long
as you use your power with foresight and never let it do to you what it did to
Sir George you will be a great Master."

"Yes Sir.   I understand."  I replied.

"Now it sure would be great to see Tweeble doggie."  he giggled again.

"Ok, Jeff.  Give me just a few moments to find Steven."  I replied with a laugh.

He just looked at me with that grin and winked.

I got up and went to where Fred was serving drinks from a mobile bar.

"Fred, have you seen Steven?"  I asked.

"Yes, Sir.   He has gone down to the dungeon to prepare Tweeble doggie for you." 
he answered with a smile.

"How the hell did he know?" I asked in surprise.

"Well to be honest, Master Jeff told me he was going to ask you to bring
Tweebles in as a dogslave.   I just finished telling Steven and he thought
perhaps he had better go get Tweebles ready.   I guess he knew you would agree
to Master Jeff's request."  he answered.

"Good old Steven." I replied,  "I'll bet he is every bit as efficient as you
are."

"Maybe, maybe not."  he answered with a laugh.

"Right."  I laugh as well.

"May I have a coke please and make up another of whatever it is Jeff is
drinking.  I'll take it over with me."   I said.

I had just got back to Jeff and was taking a sip of my coke when Steven entered
the room.

A hush fell over the group immediately all eyes turning to watch Steven lead
Tweeble doggie across the room.  To make his embarrassment complete, Steven had
not placed the doggie mask over Tweebles face, but had inserted one of those
damned plastic noses.

But otherwise, Tweebles was dressed in what I presumed was my old Dinky doggie
outfit.   It was brown and furry and had that damned tail sticking out of his
ass hole.   Tears were streaming down his cheeks as Steven led him through the
guests.

There were some hoots and derisive comments.   A couple of the guys bent over
and grabbed his nuts, giving them a squeeze.    He cried out in pain, but did
not say a word.   I figured Steven had warned him within an inch of his life of
what would happen if he spoke.

Jeff's eyes sparkled as he watched Tweebles approach.

"Oh, Harold thank you."  he said.   "He looks fantastic.   He should have been a
dogslave years ago.   I always knew the British Congress had made a mistake
making him a Master."

Steven brought Tweeble doggie right to us and told him to sit.   Without
hesitation Tweebles sat.

"A little bird told me you would be wanting him, Sir."  Steven said with a
smile.
"So I went down and had him prepared."

"A little bird named Fred, me thinks."  I said with a grin.

"But he is not trained yet, Steven."

"He has had dog slaves for many years, Sir.   He knows all the rules and he
knows doggie language, after all he beat the shit out of many a poor young lad
training them.  I have warned him that if he does not behave appropriately for a
dog he will spend the night in the scrunch cage.  He doesn't much like that cage
so I believe he will behave, won't you Tweebles?"

"Rrrrough." (yes) Tweebles barked in reply.

"Great!" I exclaimed.

"Beg Tweebles." I ordered, holding my hand above his head.

He got up into the beg position with his paws out front and his tongue hanging
out the corner of his mouth.   His dick was flaccid and was laying on his big
nutsack.   

Fred and the crew had done a great job of shaving him.   He did not have a
single hair of his own anywhere on his body.  I crouched down and grasped his
dick.

"Get a hard-on, Tweebles.   We all want to see your little dick standing at
attention."  I ordered.
He turned a bright red and for just a moment I thought he was going to protest. 
But he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut, except for his silly tongue
hanging out.

A few of the guests had crowded around to enjoy Sir George's embarrassment.  I
was playing with his dick and it was starting to harden.   His face just got
redder and redder.

I was working away getting him hard when I noticed a bright red cut line just
behind his nuts.   I pulled the nuts back and took a closer look.  There was an
angry looking cut, that had been sewn closed.

"Steven."  I called softly.

Steven crouched down beside me.

"How did he get this?"  I whispered.

"When the guys were giving him his five lashes he tried to move away as the whip
was in motion.   The hit was misplaced and it tore a deep cut.    They had to
stitch it up, it was just too deep for a band-aid."  he explained.

"Damn!"  I exclaimed quietly.

"We shall have to be very careful in future.  I don't want him all scared up.  
I thought I had ordered five lashes with a belt, not a whip?"   I whispered.

"You did, Sir, but I did not pass that order onto the guys.   I just said five
lashes.   I am truly sorry, Sir.   I am new at this stuff too and now realize
that I must be very explicit in my instructions.  I should be punished, Sir." 
he said.

"And so you shall, Steven.   Have you apologized to him?"  I asked.

"No, Sir, I didn't."  he replied.

"Well, make sure when you get him out of here that you do.   We are not sadists,
Steven.   I want him treated fairly.   If he deserves a punishment then he
should get it, but that doesn't give us the right to tear the man to pieces."

"Yes, Sir."  Steven answered quietly close to my ear.

"Now for that punishment.   Get down here and give him a blow job, but don't
make him cum.   I want his dick hard and throbbing."  I whispered again.

"Yes, Sir." he said with a smile.
I smiled back and his mouth took the place of my hand.

I got up on my knees and whispered in Tweebles ear.

"I am very sorry they cut you during your punishment.   I will take steps to
make sure that never happens again.  As partial compensation I have ordered
Steven to give you a blow job.   That should make you feel much better."  I
finished and stood up.

He looked at me with a small smile curling his lips.   Go ahead and smile, I
thought, might as well enjoy this while you can.   

"What do you think, Jeff?   Are they giving you a good enough show?" I asked the
old man.

"Oh yes, Harold this is great stuff.  Look, my old dick is trying to get out of
my trousers." he laughed, "It has been a long time since it did that."

"Well in just a few moments it will be out of your trousers.  Tweeble doggie is
going to eat your sausage.   How does that sound?"  I smiled.

"Oh you are so good for me, Harold.   Whatever shall I do when you head back to
Canada?"

"Oh you will be just fine, Jeff.   Fred will take very good care of you."

"Yes, he always does.   I was a very lucky man to find him."  he said almost
sadly.

We sat quietly for a bit and watched Tweebles face as Steven continued to suck
his dick.    Steven is one of the finest cocksuckers I know and Tweebles face
showed it.   He was breathing hard and little moans were escaping his lips.   I
could tell he was not far from emptying his load and knew that Steven would pull
away at the last minute, preventing that unloading.

"Owwwwwww......wooowooowooo" Tweebles called out in doggie howl.

At the same moment Steven pulled away and looked up at me.   He nodded and I
knew that Tweebles was just short of cuming.   

When Steven pulled away the howls stopped in mid howl.    Tweeble looked down in
panic and his worst fears were confirmed.   He then looked at me, his eyes
begging me to order Steven to continue.

I just smiled at him and shook my head.

"If you want to cum, Tweebles, then you had best give Jeff the best gawd damned
blow job that he has ever had in his entire life.   There are other ways to give
a guy sore balls besides whacking the shit out of them." I said coldly.

He got my drift right away and walked on his knees, still in the begging
position over closer to the chair that Jeff was sitting in.

He shimmied up between Jeff's now spread legs and began to sniff around Jeff's
crotch.   He gently nuzzled his chin in and rubbed up and down Jeff's obvious
bonner.   There was even a wet spot on his trousers.

After rubbing his chin for a bit he had Jeff moaning.   Then he went for the
zipper on the fly.   He had learned his lesson downstairs.   He knew exactly how
to grasp the zipper and pull it down.   He then went up and after a wee bit of
fiddling around, finally managed to get the waist band button undone.

Jeff's bonner pressed up through the now open trousers, but was still confined
in his black, jock pouch.   Ah, I thought, this should be interesting.   How was
he going to get that jock pouch off?

Actually it turned out to be quite simple.   Tweebles just grabbed the front in
his teeth and pulled and the whole damned thing just pulled right out.   He
rested there with that jock hanging from his mouth, it looked rather funny and
it was all I could do to hold back from laughing.

Suddenly, Jeff spoke.

"Take the jock over and give it to Fred.  Make sure you wag your tail for
everyone you meet and get back here real quick."  he ordered.

Tweebles looked stricken.   Again it was all I could do to hold back a laugh.  
Jeff had found a great way to bring further humiliation to this former Master.

Realizing he had no choice, Tweebles pulled back from the chair and began to
crawl towards the bar, which was on the other side of the room and through the
crowd.

"Whoa there, dog."  Jeff called out loud so everyone in the room could hear.

"Hold your fucking head high and proud.  That's a Master's jock you have in your
mouth."

I watched in amusement as Tweebles face turned scarlet again, but he obeyed.  He
crawled away, wiggling his ass so the tail would wag, his head held high, the
jock hanging from his mouth.

"You are positively evil, Jeff." I laughed.
"Yes, isn't it a hoot." he smiled back, his eyes sparkling with merriment.

"Been wanting to get back at that Sonofabitch for years.  He was always a
pompous ass, that fucking title just made him worse."

"How did he get it?

"He took credit for the invention and design of the Frishon Gear.  It has
revolutionized the world of small electric motors.  Quite frankly the fucker
could not invent a hole to piss in, even if he had a shovel.   The prick stole
that design from one of his slaves, I'd stake my life on it."

"He had friends high up in the Government and they submitted his name to her
Majesty for Knighthood.  Everyone has had to address him as Sir George ever
since.   That is why we were all so tickled when you renamed him."

Tweebles was still making his way through the guests.  All of a sudden Max
appeared right in front of him.   Even from where we were sitting we could hear
the threatening growl Max made.

Tweebles stopped dead in his tracks.  Max advanced slowly, still growling.  The
entire room was now aware of Max's aggressive approach and the room became
deadly quiet.    As the only sound in the room now, Max's growls became very
loud.   Everyone watched fascinated, waiting to see what was going to happen.

Steven bent over and whispered in my ear.

"Sir George was not very nice to Max.   Treated him pretty badly on a number of
occasions.   I suspect that John is going to let Max do whatever the hell he
wants.   Should I intervene, Sir?" 

"No!"  I whispered back.   "Let it play out and see what happens.   If it looks
like someone might get seriously hurt we can stop it."

Max moved right up until he was looking Tweebles in the eye, only a nose length
away.  Suddenly he lifted his head and spit.   A large glob of spittle hit
Tweebles right between the eyes.  Before Tweebles could get the spit out of his
eyes Max quickly made his way around to Tweebles ass end.

At first I couldn't see what it was he was doing but the sudden howl of pain
from Tweebles made it obvious.   Max had Tweebles balls in his mouth and was
biting down hard enough to cause pain.   At the same time he was pulling
backwards.

"Owwwww, owwwwww." Tweebles cried out.

No one moved to assist him.   We wanted to find out what the hell Max was up to.  
He kept tugging backwards and Tweebles kept howling out his pain.  The whole
damned thing was one big turn on.   My fucking dick had risen up and was pushing
hard against my pants.

Then Max did a most remarkable thing.  He lifted his head, Tweebles balls still
locked firmly between his teeth.    Tweebles whole back end lifted up off the
floor and he let our a shriek of pain.

"Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeee,  owwww, iiiiiieeeee."

Max then began to shake Tweebles back-end back and forth, just the way an animal
does when it is trying to tear a piece of meat apart.  

I was starting to get a bit worried.   Hell I didn't want Tweebles to have is
balls torn off.   Just as I was about to tell Steven to call a halt to this,
John moved up.    He wrapped a big hand around Tweebles tail and pulled hard.  
The tail and dildo that held it in place pulled away.

At that precise moment Max opened his mouth and let Tweebles back end drop to
the floor.   He was up about a foot and that is one hell of a drop when one is
landing on ones knees.

"Ayyyyiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeooowwwwww" Tweebles screamed out.

Max didn't pay any attention to the pain he had just caused.   He lifted himself
up and mounted Tweebles back.    In a matter of seconds his big, throbbing
dogslave cock was humping the shit out of Tweebles asspussy.

The whole room broke into applause, but not for long.   Clapping hands were soon
dropping to grasp throbbing dicks.  Love a duck but this was erotic.   Steven
dropped to his knees in front of me.  Quick as a flash he had me unzipped and
his beautiful warm lips wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Jeff was sitting beside me, his pants still open and his dick poking straight
up.   It looked so inviting I just couldn't help myself.   I bent over and began
to lick that beautiful, big, purple, throbbing cockhead.

In a matter of minutes every man in the room had paired up.   Many were now down
on the floor in the classic 69 position.   The grunts and groans of men rutting
soon filled the room adding to the already overly erotic feeling in the air.

Jeff must really have needed to empty his nuts.   Before I realized what was
happening he was popping his load.   I swallowed quickly and got it all.   I
then did a good job of licking him clean before sitting back up.

Steven was still working away on my dick and it felt so fucking good.  Guys were
in various positions all over the room.  Ass's were getting reamed and fuckpoles
were getting a good mouth massage.

John had gone down on his knees in front of Tweebles and had his fuckpole rammed
all the way down Tweebles throat while  Max was still humping away at his
asspussy. 

Man it was hard to believe that all of this came about because Jeff sent
Tweebles across the room holding that black jock in his mouth.   I was thinking
these thoughts when my nuts erupted filling Steven's mouth with dick snot.

My last shot was shooting into Steven's throat when Max and John both began to
fill Tweebles with nut ketchup.  It was amazing to watch the two of them drill
Tweebles mouth and ass.   They worked in unison, each plowing in and out at the
same time.

Steven cleaned me up and put my dick back in my pants and zipped the fly closed
then he disappeared.   You had to have eyes in the back of your head to keep up
with him.

A few moments later he was back carrying a drink for Jeff and I.    We both
thanked him and he disappeared again.

By this time most of the guys had shot their loads and were in the throws of the
after effect euphoria.    A couple were still humping slowly over in one corner. 
I couldn't make out for sure who they were but one looked a lot like Dave.

Max finally climbed down from Tweebles back and John had pulled away.    He bent
over and picked up Jeff's jock and stuck it back in Tweebles mouth.   I could
see him say something but wasn't quite sure what it was.   He then picked up the
tail and roughly jammed it back up Tweebles ass and gave him a good slap on the
right ass cheek.

Tweebles lifted his head up and started off for the bar again, the jock dangling
from his mouth.

When he reached the bar he tried to get Fred's attention, but it looked to me
like Fred was purposely ignoring him.   He finally lowered his head and let the
jock fall to the floor.   He raised his head again and barked a couple of times.  
Fred finally decided to pay attention.

Tweebles picked up the jock and raised himself into the beg position.   Fred
took the jock and Tweebles started to get back down on all fours but Fred said
something that made Tweebles adopt the position again.

Fred kept him that way while he served a couple of the Master's.    He bent over
and picked something up from under his mobile bar.   When his hand came back in
view I could see it was a dirty looking rag.

He jammed it into Tweebles mouth.   Tweebles turned positively green, then began
to puke.   The rag went shooting out from his mouth and vomit flew all over the
floor.

Tweebles looked sick.   He was pale and shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.   
Fred didn't offer him any sympathy what-so-ever.   He started yelling at him,
calling him a pig and a disgusting piece of shit.

He pulled a long riding crop from the side of the mobile bar and gave Tweebles
one hell of a whack across the back just above the tail-bone.    Tweebles
squealed out his agony.

Fred was now yelling at him to clean up the mess he had made, with his mouth of
course.   Tweebles was petrified and he bent over and began to lick up his own
filth.    However, that only made him start spewing again, which caused Fred to
yell at him again and give him another whack with the crop.

I was feeling sorry for Tweebles and had to fight going over and putting a stop
to this.  To do that would cause me much disgrace so I held back.   I was sure
Tweebles, as Sir George, had done much worse to many, many poor young men.

Fred was adament  that Tweebles would clean up the mess with his mouth and it
only took five more whacks with the riding crop to convince Tweebles that he was
serious.  

After the mess was all licked up and nicely stored back in his belly, Tweebles
was not looking all that well.

Fred gave a command and he got back up into the beg position.   Fred picked up
the rag that seemed to have caused Tweebles all these problems.   Fred said
something then jammed that rag back into Tweebles mouth.   Tweebles started to
turn green again, but got himself under control and dropped down onto all fours.

He crawled over to the door.   Gene was standing there, waiting.    Tweebles got
up into the begging position in front of Jeff's other slave.

Gene pulled something black out of his pocket and quickly pulled it over
Tweebles head.    It was a full hood with only eye and nose holes.   It had a
thick black collar attached at the neck opening.   As soon as it was on, Gene
pulled the ends of the collar together and  then clipped on and locked a
padlock.   Tweebles still had that foul rag that had made him so sick in his
mouth.

It was obvious that he was going to have to suck on that dirty rag for quite
some time.   He had no way of removing it and  he didn't dare puke again.    He
had a real problem and knew it.   

Gene then fastened a leash to the collar and led Tweebles out of the room.
"Where is Gene taking Tweebles?" I asked Jeff.

"To teach him a very good lesson, Harold.   By the time he is taken back to his
cell he will be a very good boy and I doubt that he will ever give you a hard
time."  he said with a smile.

"What exactly will they do?"  I wanted to know.

"Well, Harold, I am not sure you really want to know but here goes.   First that
rag he has in his mouth smells terrible and tastes even worse, that is why he
puked.   He now has it jammed in his mouth and no way to get it out.   He will
be chained out in the hot sun for about an hour, then Gene will take him for a
very long walk."

"By the time they get back, Tweebles will do anything in the world to get that
horrible bloody rag out of his mouth.   Down in the dungeon there is a large
phallus sticking out of the wall.   It is twelve inches long and two inches
thick.   It has a sensor built in to count how often it is rammed up an ass
pussy."  he said with a giggle.

"Tweebles will be required to fuck himself with that phallus one thousand times,
but must do it in an hour.   Now under normal circumstances that wouldn't really
be too bad, however, this phallus has a built in lube system.   As soon as he
starts to fuck himself it will coat the phallus with extra strength Ben Gay.  
It will burn his fucking hole something awful, but he will have to do it or his
punishment will be to stay on  the phallus for 5000 more fucks."

"That is kind of cruel, Jeff."  I said aghast.

"No it isn't Harold.   It is actually being very kind to him.    He has to learn
a whole new way of life and it is best to teach him hard right at the beginning.  
It will save him a world of hurt later on.  However, just say the word and I
will put a stop to the whole thing."   he said quietly.

"No, I trust your judgement Jeff.   But better not tell me any more right now." 
I smiled.

He gave a big laugh and placed a frail hand on my knee.

"You are a real wonder, Harold.  A real wonder."

"I am sorry Tweebles didn't get to eat your sausage for you, Jeff.   Perhaps we
can bring him back later today."  I offered.

"Think nothing of it, dear boy.   I enjoyed what I had and at my age I am lucky
to get off once never mind twice.  Perhaps tomorrow you could bring him on up.  
Not so sure he would be as good as you anyhow."  he winked.

I blushed, turning a pretty color of red, I am sure.   We chatted for a bit
longer until Fred appeared.

"It is time to get you ready for dinner, Sir." he said humbly to Jeff.

"Oh my but the afternoon seems to have gone by rather quickly, what."  Jeff
stated.

"Yes and it was a most enjoyable afternoon as well." I said.

Fred took Jeff off to his room.   Dinner was not slated to be served until 7:30
and it was only four forty-five so I guessed Jeff would have to have a bit of a
nap before dinner.

I went back to my room, lay down on the bed for a bit, but couldn't get
comfortable.   Steven opened the door and peeked in.

"Ah, hi there Steven what's happening?"  I asked.

"We just put Tweebles back in his cell.   He still has that mask on and they
won't release him from it until about eight o'clock.   Gene has him screwing his
own ass on a large dildo attached to the wall."

"Yeah, Jeff told me about it, sounds bloody awful."  I replied.

"It is.  I have had the Ben Gay treatment and don't relish the thought of ever
having it again."  he said.

"Pete and Larry will join Gene and they are going to bring Tweebles up to the
dinning room and make him beg for scraps around the table.   Should be rather
interesting." he informed me.

"Poor bugger.   Well I guess that's what you get when you piss in the
cornflakes." I said sadly.

"Yes and he is lucky it is you that has taken his ownership, Harold.   Many of
the other Master's would have beaten the crap out of him by now and I think
would then have sold him to an Asian Brothel."  he said.

"Do you really think so?"

"Damned right.   Tweebles only chance for a decent life now rests in your hands.  
If he isn't smart enough to see that then he deserves an Asian Brothel."  he
replied.

"Still and all I don't think we should be cruel to him just for the sake of
being cruel.   After all that is what cost him his Mastership.  If what they are
doing will serve a good purpose, then ok, but if they are doing it just for the
fun of it then I want it stopped, Steven."  I said seriously.

"Harold, over the course of the next few weeks, perhaps even months, you must
always show dominance over him.   He will eventually accept his position and
become submissive.   Remember he has been a very authoritarian Master for well
over 15 years.   He must be broken and learn to be subservient to everyone. 
That is what it is all about."  Steven explained.

"Well I don't see how stuffing a filthy, foul rag in his mouth and sealing it in
is going to make him subservient, but I am new to this shit.    I will try to go
along with whatever you guys think best, but remember no cruelty for the sake of
cruelty.   That I could not tolerate."   I replied.

"I will make sure that he is not treated in a cruel manner, Harold.   You may
not like some of the things he will be made to do but it really will be for his
own good in the long run."

"Fine.   Now we still have a couple of hours before dinner would you like to go
for a swim in Jeff's pool?" I asked.

"Your the boss, Harold.   If ya wanna go swimmin' we go swimmin' and I don't
mind admitting I could use a good swim about now."

"Let's go then." I said getting up off the bed.

We spent over an hour in the pool.   A few of the other Master's were there as
well and we got a great game of Water Polo going.

When I returned to the room Pat was there.   He had just come out of the shower.

"Hi Pat.   Where have you and Charlie been all afternoon.   I saw you when the
hearing began but you and Charlie were gone by the time I finished reading the
charges."  I said walking to him and putting my arms around him.

"We have a lot of important business to conduct and had to get to it.   You did
a good job with the charges though." he said, then kissed me.

"I hear you had some fun with Tweebles." he grinned.

"Yeah.   The whole damned thing turned into a kind of orgy."  I laughed.   "Wish
you could have been there."

"Yeah, so do I.   But there is just no time for fun and games.   We will be
spending two more days here and then heading home.   Charlie and I will be
cramming two weeks worth of work into those two days so I won't see much of you
except...... at bed time."  he grinned.

"Anything I can do to help?"  I asked.

"No, not really Harold.   We are dealing with very high finance right now.   You
will eventually be trained to understand it all but right now it would just
drive you bonkers." he laughed.

Dress for this evenings dinner was formal Master gear.   Steven had already
brought up a brand new outfit for me.   It was made of the finest, soft black
leather I had ever seen or touched.  

The trousers were crotch-less, but a pouch was attached to the waist band.   The
vest was cut much like a tuxedo jacket, complete with tails but minus sleeves. 
Under the jacket I wore a black leather harness that Steven had polished so well
it shone.   The harness all came together at the sternum, attached to an
engraved silver medal or buckle, my official Master's  shield.

For my head a black leather forge cap, very much like the one worn by Blackhawk
of cartoon fame.  For the hands a pair of black leather motorcycle gloves, minus
the leather frills.  To finish off the ensemble, a pair of high-top, highly
shone, black leather boots, complete with cleats.

When I was  dressed I went and checked myself out in the floor to ceiling
mirror.    My gawd but I looked good, a walking, talking, fucking hard-on.  My
dick stiffened in its pouch.   Great I thought, haven't even got down to the
dining room yet and I have a fucking hard-on.

"You look good enough to eat, Harold." Pat quipped.

"Yeah, don't I though!    Ya ain't half bad yerself, Pat." I replied going over
to him and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I see your pecker is up as usual." he grinned.

"That's what you do to me, lover man."

"Well let's leave all of that until after dinner."  he said opening the door and
holding it for me.

Now you may find this strange but Pat was dressed in full formal Master's attire
as well.   It wasn't until just as we were about to enter the dinning room that
it struck me.   Fred and the other slaves, including Pete and Larry were dressed
in full slave dress.    Why was Pat dressed as a Master?    I was soon to find
out.

Cocktails were served on the patio just outside the dining room.  There were to
be at least thirty guests for this formal dinner.  All of the Senior Master's
that had sat on the Council would be present along with specially invited
Masters from the British Congress plus friends of Charlie and Jeff.

Pat and I headed straight for the bar.  He picked up a rye and coke, I picked up
a straight coke.

"You really must learn to doctor that stuff up a bit, Harold." Pat grinned.

"After all you are a Master now."

"Master, slave or just a guy on the street, I like my coke straight.  I don't
see why ya gotta take something that is so sweet and delicious and add something
bitter to ruin it."  I replied.

"You are hopeless, Harold."  he said, shaking his head in mock despair.

The dinner bell rang and we all headed for the dining room.   It was a huge,
formal dining room with two very large half oval tables placed opposite each
other forming a split circle with a hollow center.   The two splits allowed the
Stewards to serve each guest from the front rather than the back.  

The guests all sat around the out side edges of the tables.  Each place setting
had a little card with the diner's name engraved in gold.  As well, a large
board out on the Patio had shown where each guest was to sit.  I had been placed
with John on my left and Walt on my right and Max almost between my feet.

Pat sat almost exactly across from me, but at the other table on the other side
of the hollow.   Charlie sat on his right and Jeff on his left.  That seemed a
little odd to me, but I didn't really think much of it at the time.

After grace we all sat down.  A bell gave three short rings and a steward
appeared.  He was dressed in the finest slave fashion and carried a wine bottle
in his left hand raised to eye level and held straight out from the body.  His
left arm had a white linen draped over it and was held at a ninety degree angle
across his abs.

He marched around the entire table once, then stopped beside Pat.  He made a
little speech but I didn't catch all of what he was saying.   This was a rather
large room and it did not have super acoustics.  However I did catch Pat's
reply.

"I should be happy to make it's acquaintance."  he said lifting his glass and
holding it while the steward poured.

Now this in and of itself  was most interesting.   The Steward moved his right
arm, the one with the white linen, out and placed the neck of the bottle against
the linen.   Pat held his glass just a short distance away.  

The Steward then lifted the bottom of the bottle, the neck still resting on the
linen and poured a small amount into Pat's glass.

Pat swirled the wine around in the glass a few times, brought it up under his
nose and took a couple of sniffs.   Then he swirled the wine again and finally
lifted it to his lips and took a sip.

I could see him sloshing the wine around in his mouth, letting it role over his
tongue again and again.   Then he swallowed.

"I am most happy to make this wines acquaintance, please pour."  he said to the
Steward.

Pat placed his glass up and the Steward filled it, using the same method as
before.   As soon as the Steward began to pour, other Stewards filled the room. 
Each carried a bottle and had the white lined draped over the left arm.

They then proceeded to each guest.  The glass was raised by the guest and filled
by the Steward using the same over the arm method.    What a strange ritual, I
thought,  all of this just to pour a glass of wine.

Then it hit me again.   Why was Pat served first?   Why was he the one that
decided the wine was ok?   Strange, very strange.

A number of toasts were made, the first to the Queen, then to various other
guests.

Then the Stewards began to serve the first course, jumbo shrimp.    It was at
this point that Tweebles made his appearance.  He was on a leash, held by Steven
and dressed in one of the leather dogslave suits.

Steven brought him into the center area and stopped about two or three feet back
from the table.

"The dog is hungry, Sir." Steven said loud enough for the entire room to hear.

"Let him earn his keep."  I replied as Steven had instructed me earlier.

"Yes, Sir."  Steven replied.

He then bent over and unfastened Tweebles leash.   He stood back up and left the
circle.  Tweebles was now on his own in the center.

He looked at me and barked once.  I picked up a shrimp from my bowl, dipped it
in the shrimp sauce then threw it to him.

I watched amazed as he actually caught it in his mouth and began to eat, trying
to avoid dropping it on the floor.  Once he had chewed it up and swallowed he
moved over and stood in front of John.

He gave a bark.

"Beg dog." John ordered.

Tweebles got up into the beg position and barked again.   John smiled, picked up
a shrimp, took a bite out of it, then threw the remaining piece over Tweebles
head.

Tweebles tried to catch it but missed and almost fell over in the process.  He
righted himself and went after the piece of shrimp which was now laying on the
floor about ten feet away.  The diners all thought this was funny and laughed.

After devouring the piece of shrimp, Tweebles went back to the table, in front
of Ed this time.  Ed had him roll over a few times before throwing a shrimp,
which again landed on the floor. 

On it went as he made his way around the table.    Some would just throw him a
piece of shrimp, others made him do something degrading to earn it.  But one can
only eat so many shrimp and there was a whole meal to come yet.

The next course was a small fruit dish, with chunks of fresh fruit.   Tweebles
continued on around the table begging for a tid-bit here a tid-bit there.

The entire meal continued this way.   It was interesting to watch and it must
have been hell having to earn your meal this way.   But it was better than
bloody dog food or stuff from the garbage can.

I was convinced now having him beg like this was a good way to teach humility.  
It did no physical harm and he received a damned good meal in the process.

Apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese and a large scoop of vanilla ice cream
was served for desert.   Tweebles was served his own plate.   It was placed
right in the center of the hollow so everyone had a great view of him trying to
eat it with just his mouth. 

I have to admit it was terribly funny.  He had ice cream and apple pie all over
his face.   He had turned scarlet from all the humiliation this had brought upon
him.  But he continued to eat until the plate was licked clean.

Just as he finished licking the last of his plate clean, Max appeared.   He
crawled boldly right up to Tweebles and looked him in the eye.   Everyone
thought Max was about to spit again, but good old Max, ever a dog, did just what
any dog would do.   He started licking the apple pie and ice cream off of
Tweebles face.   Well this started off a howl of laughed among the guests that
almost brought the roof down.

Max didn't pay the slightest attention to the racket being generated by the
guests.  His only interest was the ice cream and pie that coated Tweebles face.  
He continued to lick until Tweebles face was shiny and clean.    Still Tweebles
did not stop licking. 
He was licking Tweebles lips and trying to force his tongue into Tweebles mouth. 
Tweebles, however, was having none of it.  He turned his head away.   Well this
must have pissed Max off because he quickly had his head down between Tweebles
legs and sucked in those massive balls again.

Tweebles suddenly looked panic stricken.   He remembered the last time Max had
done this.  He didn't want to get lifted up and shaken by the balls again, but
what the hell could he do to stop it.   Not a damned thing, that's what, so he
prayed silently to himself.

Max had no intention of causing Tweebles any real pain.   He just wanted to
scare the shit out of him, so he gave a little tug to let Tweebles know exactly
who was boss around here, then he let go.

He went back to Tweebles mouth and licked his lips.  This time Tweebles opened
his mouth and let Max explore.  The guests showed their approval by a loud
clapping of hands and derisive shouts.

Max was having the time of his life, exploring the insides of Tweebles mouth.  
If it had been at all possible he would have stuck his tongue all the way down
Tweebles throat.   Tweebles on the other hand had been very reluctant, but Max's
persistence had finally begun to have an effect.

Tweebles was starting to get turned on, his dick had now become semi erect and
it was beginning to pulse.   His own tongue was now exploring Max's oral cavity.

Suddenly Max pulled away, looked up and began to growl.  A low, but deep growl. 
The kind of growl a dog gives as a warning to trespassers.   But what could have
brought this on, I wondered.

The answer was Twinky doggie.   Dressed in the new all leather outfit, Twink
entered the hollow.  Pete was standing at the entrance to the hollow watching
Twink slowly crawl towards the other two dogslaves.

Max began to bark and headed straight for Twink.

"Rrrrough, rrrrrough, rrrrrrough."  Max barked as he got closer to Twink.

The barks had scared Twink and he came to a halt.   I don't think he had been
expecting this kind of a reception.  What Twink didn't know was that Max played
the dog thing to the hilt.

Max went right up to him, still barking.  Twink just waited, I supposed to see
what would happen.

Max sniffed Twink's face and then worked his way to Twink's back end, sniffing
all the while.  The guests loved it and were applauding his actions.

When he got to the back end he sniffed a bit and then began to lick.  The guests
roared their approval.   Twink, always a quick learner started sniffing as well. 
It now became a sniff and lick match between the two of them.

Then suddenly, the ever alert Max stopped dead in his tracks, lifted his head
and began to bark.   He then hurried off to the other opening in the hollow.   I
looked over and was surprised to see..........Ben.  

Young Ben, the straight kid that had been given to Walt for his amusement while
he was in London.

Ben was in a Leather doggie suit as well, but he did not have a face mask or a
nose.   Fred was standing behind him and I could see was giving him
encouragement to enter the hollow.

Ben had been screwed by Max on the plane so he was not afraid of him.   In fact
he headed straight for him.

Max on his part, once he recognized the new dog, changed the tone of his bark.  
Instead of the warning/threatening tone he had been using it now had a happy,
puppy quality to it.

As soon as he reached Ben he began to lick his face.   Ben smiled and did the
same.   I figured he had been screwed so many times by now he was beginning to
really enjoy it.

Twink, abandoned by Max made his way to Tweebles.   He went to lick Tweebles
face but Tweebles turned his head away.  The guests booed him.   Twink
encouraged by the booing decided to try again.

Tweebles must have realized he had made a big mistake by turning his head away
from Twink's advance.  This time when Twink stuck out his tongue to lick his
face he met him full on and licked back.   That got him an applause.

So now we had four dogslaves in the hollow getting it on and I was sure that the
thirty or so men sitting around this table were also getting it on, a hard on
that is.   I know my dick was pushing hard against my leather thong.

The Stewards returned and placed a small glass bowl in front of each person at
the tables.   I had no idea what they might be for, after all the meal was over. 
I leaned over and whispered to John;

"What are the bowls for, John?"

"To cum in.  We will have a circle jerk in just a few moments.   Watch Pat and
do what he does."  he whispered back.

A circle jerk!  

What next? 

They had some funny customs at these Master's events.    But hell it sure
sounded like a lot of fun.

A roar of applause filled the room. I had been watching Twink and Tweebles so
had missed Max climbing up and mounting Ben.  

Max getting all that applause was all the incentive Twink needed to mount
Tweebles.   I could see, from the look on his face, that Tweebles was not happy
with this turn of events, but there was not a damned thing he could do about it.

Twink had become very good in the doggie role.   It didn't take him more than a
few seconds to get his hard, throbbing dick up Tweebles love hole.

The four dogslaves rutting was the cue that Pat had been waiting for.  He stood
up and removed his thong.   His dick, fully erect popped up and he wrapped a
hand around it.

"Milking time, gentlemen."  he said as he began to wank his rod.

Everyone one stood, removed their thongs and began to wank.   Every single man
at the table had a throbbing hard on.

Well there was one exception.   Jeff did not get up, he was much too frail to be
able to do it.   But he sat there, his eyes twinkling as he watched everyone
else pull their pud.

The room was full of the sound of men grunting and groaning their pleasure.   I
also noticed a very distinct smell of male musk.  Must be all that precum I
thought.   Oh, shit.   Just think, all that beautiful, sweet precum going to
waste.  What a shame.

  In the hollow, Max and Twink were humping the shit out of Ben and Tweebles.  
Ben had a look of ecstasy on his face and Tweebles ..........., well it may not
have been a look of ecstasy, but it certainly was one of pleasure.

I moved my free hand to John's leather covered butt and rubbed.  He looked at me
and smiled

"I suppose butt rubbing is not allowed."  I said when he looked at me.

"Nope, rub away to your hearts content." he replied with a smile.

John also explained that when it was time to blow my load I had to make sure I
caught it all in the little glass bowl.  I couldn't imagine why they wanted to
collect it, but if that is what they wanted that is what I would do.

When I finally came I caught all of my male juice in the little glass bowl.  
All around the table other guys were doing the same thing.   The last guys to
come were Max and Twink and they both unloaded into Ben and Tweebles
respectfully.

Two slaves entered the hollow.  The first had a spatula in his right hand.  The
second was  carrying a large glass jug.  The first slave walked over to Pat,
picked up his glass bowl and dumped it's contents into the jug.   He used the
spatula to scrap every last drop of Pat's cum into the jug. 

They continued around the table until they had collected all the cum from each
guest.  The jug was almost filled to the top when they got back to Pat. 

They both then moved up in front of Pat. 
The slave holding the jug lifted it above his head and said:

"Sir, I pass to thee The Nectar of the God's."

He lowered the jug and handed it to Pat.  Pat took the jug and raised it above
his head.

The two slaves quickly departed.

"Gentlemen, The Nectar of the God's."  Pat said out loud.

Everyone repeated his words.

"The Nectar of the God's."

"Master Harold, please rise."  Pat ordered.

I stood up, wondering what the hell was going to happen now.   I hoped to hell
they weren't going to make me drink all that cum.   Hell my stomach was stuffed
from dinner.

"Approach the head, Harold."  Pat ordered again.

I assumed he meant for me to go to him.   I moved out from my position and
entered the hollow.    I went forward and stopped in front of him.

"Master Harold, The Nectar of the God's."  he said lowering the jug and handing
it to me.

I took the jug and did what I supposed was the correct action based on what I
had seen so far.

I raised the jug above my head and called out:

"The Nectar of the God's."

The entire group repeated the words again.   Pat smiled at me.   That made me
happy because it meant I had done the right thing.

"Master Harold, as the newest member of the World Master's Congress, you must
choose the repository for The Nectar.  Name the repository and he will be
brought into the circle and prepared to receive the Nectar."  he said.

Whom should I choose?   I had no idea.   I looked at him with confusion in my
eyes.  He looked at me and mouthed the word, Tweebles.

I understood right away and said out loud:

"Tweebles shall be the repository for, The Nectar of the
God's."

"Master Harold, deliver The Nectar to the repository."  Pat called out in a
monotone.

I turned, still holding the jug above my head and began to walk towards
Tweebles.   Two slaves had entered the hollow and were also making their way
towards Tweebles.   He had a look of horror and disgust on his face.  I couldn't
understand why he should feel that way.   If it weren't for the fact I was
stuffed I would be only too happy to drink all this wonderful cum.

The two slaves and I arrived in front of the now red faced Tweebles at the same
time.   A slave went to each side, grasped him under the arms and lifted him up.

I was still holding the jug above my head and said out loud:

"Tweebles, you have been chosen to be the repository for, The Nectar of the
God's."

The slaves continued to hold him as I lowered the jug.  I brought it to his lips
and tilted it.  He began to drink.    He had every sign of being totally
humiliated but he drank.   It was slow going, there was a lot of cum in that jug
and I had to be careful not to spill it by forcing too much into his mouth at
once.

From the way things had been handled so far spilling any would most likely cause
a whole load of trouble.  Tweebles realized that as well because he was very
careful to swallow it all.  Hell he must have been involved in these sorts of
games himself when he was a Master.

After Tweebles had  drunk the contents, one of the slaves let him go, pulled out
the spatula and proceeded to squeegee down the sides of the jug.   I was
surprised by how much had stuck to the sides.    I then put the jug back to
Tweebles lips and tilted it up.

The dregs ran down to his mouth and he drank.   The slave put the spatula back
into the jug while it was tipped to Tweebles lips and proceeded to squeegee the
last of the dregs to his lips.

I pulled the jug back and the slave brought the spatula to Tweebles lips and had
him lick it clean.   He then turned to me and said:

"Sir, The Nectar of the God's is now safely enclosed in the repository."

I took the jug back to Pat and said the same thing.

He took the jug, held it up for all to see and said:

"The nectar of the God's has been safely deposited in the repository."

Everyone repeated the words and then broke into loud cheering.

"Thank you Master Harold for your assistance." Pat said.

I turned and returned to my place at the table.   The jug bearer slave moved to
Pat and took the jug, then left the circle.

We all sat down and a fresh round of wine was served.   A whole series of boring
toasts and speeches followed.   Throughout, Pat spoke with authority and during
his speech he said:

"I am Grand Master, I set the rules and everyone follows them.   Sir George
thought he was above the World Master's Congress and above me.    Let his
punishment be a warning to any other Master that feels they are above the
Congress.   Punishment will be swift and severe."

The Grand Master and rule setter?   Oh did I have a barrel full of questions for
him when we got back to our room.

To be continued.

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