The Final Switch

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Faibhar

 

 

 

 

The Final Switch

 

 

 

It, he decided, was time. Little did he realize that this sea-changing “switch” was to prove so final. Had he known such crucial information in advance, he never would have submitted to relinquishing his role as dom. It was time to become a collared mas, or pain slave.

 

His demanding mistress was rather plain-looking – a further humiliation from a past history ripe with overpowering high-maintenance babes just itching to relieve themselves of daddy issues and more. Mistress Soo Lee Park, (pronounced “Pak”) reeked of a foul breath that matched her temperament. With legs stout enough to support any baby grand and slightly overweight, Mistress Park nonetheless possessed an insatiable sexual appetite. In his new role as a collared mas slave he willfully struggled to fulfill her various wants, wanted or not.

 

She worked her slave hard in preparation for her friend’s upcoming visit. Keesha was much meaner than she plus, if need be, Keesha would find another suitable slave. Soo Lee’s current one’s workouts took place where he slept - in the unfinished basement under a solitary spotlight, in the nude just like the ancients. A single meager serving of nutrients was his only daily meal. Keesha would approve of such Spartan conditions.

 

This one was not so bad. For over a month he did twice-a-day workouts, that just weren’t limited, she allowed herself a private giggle, to stuff you’d see people do in a public gym. Sometimes she’d take his body sweat and all, other times she would hose him off first, parting his legs over the basement floor drain following a workout. She played with the two nipple rings, biting the flesh beneath the metal. His were so lovely

 

After two weeks of training and diet his muscles became more prominent. Scraping her nails over sharply defined ribs, plus gripping his hardened ass proved a delight. Nothing he could do could help stop the drool dripping from his mouth – widened by the dentist’s brace she always used. The start of each stream made her laugh. Of course, no amount of exercise or diet could change his already very acceptable cock and balls. The fit of his shaft filled her core, penetrating deeply or pumping fast depending on her moods. In her heart of hearts she knew she would hate to lose all of him, but the ultimate decision was Keesha’s and Soo Lee would be fine with that.

 

Finally, the day for her friend’s arrival came. In preparation, she positioned her slave directly under the light, handcuffing his wrists behind his neck, hooking the lock behind his collar and stretching the rope downward bending him backward far as she could go.

 

Mistress Park tugged him backward until his torso was almost parallel to the concrete floor. The light up above glared. He could feel her tightening what pulled him back to the short chain connecting the shackles that hobbled his feet. The small of his back began to ache. One month prior he knew he would not have the flexibility to bend as he now did. Goose-flesh chilled in the damp basement he learned to know of as “home”.

 

Her voice announced another’s arrival upstairs. The two voices were joined by a clattering sound across the wood level above. Noises got closer as he heard steps coming down the stairs…Company!

 

“My, Keesha said as she saw the nude shining in the basement gloom. “Haven’t you been the busy one?”

 

Soo Lee guided Keesha and her dog closer. The canine sniffed as Soo Lee said, “See, I told you. The slave’s cock and balls are not all that great.”

 

“Oh honey, I’ve seen a lot worse. Tell you what? Let me tie King here someplace, you and I go out, have a bite and do a bit of shopping, too. Shall we?”

 

Her hostess secured the animal’s leash after which the two friends went back up the stairs and out of the cottage leaving just the former dom and the panting dog alone both secured but in different ways.

 

From his upside down view he could roughly make out the size of the canine, details obscured mainly by shadows. The animal looked big. Teeth and eyes were all he could make out.

 

 

 

“First we’ll use these electric shavers on his chest and under his arms,” Keesha said on their return. The animal lost interest and took a nap. Aching muscles screamed for attention. “Just do a rough cut around his “package” there. Got something else for detail work. When we’re done,” Keesha laughed and said, “you’ll think you got yourself a real Prize here.”

 

Metal began to shave his belly. “But he is gonna need this…” The brace widening his mouth freed. A ball gag quickly stuffed and strapped in its place. Warm wax began to coat his balls. The same heat soothed the top of his cock. Fingers pressed tape over both areas. Soo Lee watched Keesha apply the golden goop over her slave. White strips came next. Her friend glanced at her, smiled, and then said, “Ready or not!”

 

A muffled cry caused the dog to jump. The spotlight showed two rows of bare flesh where hair had once been. Small bubbles of red erupted. Keesha bent to her work and applied more of the wax then yanking away more strips. Muffled shrieks and jerks from the slave shook the gloom.

 

Pressure eased on his back. Blazing pain erupted to scorch his privates. Choking behind the ball gag, he looked down as he was raised back up. All of his chest hair was gone as was his pubic hair. Sweat coated his aching body, even those reddened, raw areas.

 

“You got a shower down here, or something?”

 

“Over there, Soo Lee said in a voice she wished sounded less shaky. “There’s a hose and a drain.”

 

“Then let’s get this slave over there. We’ll wash him clean.” Keesha grabbed a flank and shoved. The slave stumbled. She noticed the shackles connected by the short chain. Nodding approval, King yelped as she kicked him aside and moved the hobbled slave over to the drain. Finding the hose and tap, she began the cold spray.

 

He gasped as the cold water hit, but at least he was standing upright. Arms still cuffed behind him, there was little to do to protect himself from the force of the water. He stood and let it pound him.

 

“Undo his arms. And tie his wrists to that long board behind his back.”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” Soo Lee said, deciding that her friend might approve of the title even from her. The thing weighed a ton! She secured one end and then the other to the soaked slave’s wrists.

 

“Bring him back under the light and you know what to do. But wait!” Keesha took two long steel wires they had bought on their trip. Hooking an end of each by tiny clamps to his nipple rings she threw the other ends up toward the rafters in the basement. “These ought to hold him up if the weight of that board gets to be too much.”

 

Blinking his eyes clear of water and shivering from the cold shower, he felt the clips tug at his nipple rings So this is what it is to be a pain slave, thought the former dom as he was led back under the light. The ball stuffed in his mouth prevented him from crying out as he was once more bent backwards, the board to which he was now attached pulling at his outstretched arms. Twin tugs at his chest prevented him from falling back. He felt his chest pulled by the wires and rings, realizing that he now hung mainly from his nipples.

 

The two women applied body oil to the hairless chest with its two cones connected by wires aiming up. Under the light the slave’s body glistened as more oil was applied.

 

“Now child it’s time to have some fun…Show Mistress Keesha just what you can do.”

 

He realized she was talking to him. He ignored the pain and pumped his hips. Moist heat wrapped around his cock. He thrust harder. This was different pussy. It still felt good, but not the same as what he was used to. Encumbered by the wood tilting him back, he still wanted to please. He felt warm thighs outside of his, hands clawing his ass. Pulsating movement put him on the verge of cumming. Fingernails navigated to grip his balls.

 

Keesha turned to Soo Lee and said, “Not bad. Your turn now.” She watched as her hostess gripped the slightly upturned shaft, all shiny and such under the light, and positioned it into her slit.

 

“Deep slave! Deep!”

 

He thrust harder as he felt the more familiar pussy. Ignoring the sweat over his face and pain searing his pulled body he drove as deep as he could. The moment of cumming came faster, but again the nails clawed.

 

“No one said you could cum!” Soo Lee said, anger mixing with the rest of her passion.

 

 

 

Both used him again, never allowing him to cum. Keesha regarded the slave during their break. Rings in his nipples seemed to pull the twin cones of his chest even higher. His cock stood out as if apart from him. “Tell me, Soo Lee, what do you do to him if he doesn’t you know, get it “up”?”

 

“That usually isn’t a problem, but I do use this crop sometimes for fun. I use it on his ass and thighs.”

 

“Give me that.” Keesha put down her sandwich and took the crop. She flicked the leather tab at one end. “Ever do this?” He felt a finger and thumb near the flared head of his sore cock circle the shaft and lift. Keesha fondled the swollen balls and then swung the crop, swatting the leather flap. Vision flickered. She lifted the rod higher and swung again. His knees buckled, fastened nipples protesting.

 

Satisfied, Keesha let the cock drop, noting its now lower droop. “Time to have us some real fun…” She reached into her shopping bag and brought out a straight razor. Releasing the razor from its carrying case, the steel blade glinted in the light. “I’ve always wanted to do this…”He panicked as he felt the sharp edge at the base of one nipple. Strikes of pain sliced through his chest. “Say “Good-Byeee”…”Panic grew as he felt the same edge lodge behind his balls. He wildly shook his head and tried to shout through the gag. His heart raced madly.

 

Soo Lee watched, mouth agape, as her friend castrated and butchered her slave. On the ground his manhood fell in a bloody splat. Red shot out from the slave’s groin. Keesha pressed a nearby hot iron on the wounds to stop the bleeding. The slave looked unconscious, his head hung way back.

 

“Cummon girl, lets scoop up this shit and go upstairs. King needs his din-din…”

 

 

 

Dazedly Soo Lee helped Keesha. Upstairs they ran water over the carnage, washing away most of the gore. The kitchen had a butcher block on an island. Keeshaw used a cleaver to whack the pieces into smaller bits, throwing the results into a pan of boiling water. In a matter of minutes they floated on top, their former fleshy tone cooked gray. Concentrating on her prepping, Keeshaw used a strainer to lift out the boiled matter and transferred them to a dog’s bowl already filled with rice. “King-ee’s gonna love this,” she said as she stirred the contents.

 

The slave had fallen, landing on his back. Keeshaw kicked his head as they returned. He moaned back to consciousness. Blinking his eyes to clear the fog, he looked back. The large dog, he recalled from before, was actually a huge Doberman, devouring a meal. A meal he now knew was tragically too much a part of him.

 

Fascinated, his eyes tracked the beast as it finished, licked its chops, and then stretched his leash enough so that he was alongside the former dom’s chest. The fat tongue lapped at the charred flesh where once there was a nipple. The canine’s lower teeth nibbled away.

 

“Hey now, KING. Don’t be going greedy. You already had your meal. Leave the rest for us.”

 

Keesha ignored the reopened chest wound caused by the dog and reached for another purchase she made earlier – a nail gun. “Let’s see what kind of “work” this jobber here will do…” Soo Lee watched her friend kneel down next to the slave’s right arm, the wrist still lashed to the board. Keesha fired one nail between the bones of the upturned flesh. The slave’s thumb reflexively turned inward, a nerve must have been hit by the incoming nail. His wounded chest lifted and slammed back down. Keesha fired from the nail gun two more times, forming a ring of nails in the slave’s right wrist. She did the same to the left. Sweat soaked the mutilated slave. His head rocked side to side in abject misery.

 

“Now help me lift him up to that wall.”

 

“Won’t he bleed to death???”

 

“Not for a time,” she said as both hefted up the attached slave and fastened the board to the wall. Keesha used her gun again on his feet. The slave hung crucified, but still conscious. Keesha scraped away remaining scabs, allowing fresh blood to flow. She paid particular attention to the ugly stump at his groin.

 

The bleeding slave hung his head and once more fell unconscious. “Cummon. Let’s get out of here and go find you a replacement, okay?” The three of them ascended the stairs for the final time. The front door’s closing signaled their departure.

 

 

 

He didn’t know what time it was when he awoke, but darkness filled basement. No longer had illumination from the solitary light come. A narrow window he could just make out high on the opposite wall showed darkness outside. Something furry ran against an ankle. A sharp prick shouted the crystal clear message from a swollen toe…

 

RATS!

 

Despite the gag’s removal he found little voice with which to shout for help. Muted screams would accompany this fresh horror. Vermin were to be his only conversation partner during this final switch.

 

 

 

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