Slave Called Rock - Part 3, A

Joe Walker turned up the next day not that Rock knew who he was as Joe was wearing an executioner’s mask which covered the top half of Joe’s head. Joe fingered Rock’s cock and the stainless steel sheath wrapped round it. The sheath overlapped slightly and was fastened by three wing nuts one at the top and bottom and one in the middle. Joe gave Rock a malicious smile and tightened all three of them; he smiled even more as Rock screamed in terror.

A guard took Rock down from his cross. “Show respect to your master!” The guard pushed Rock down to his knees. Rock guessed what he meant and opened Joe’s trousers, he drew Joe’s cock out. He kissed it and licked its length then took it into his mouth and suckled soon his head bobbed up and down and even sooner Joe took over. He grabbed Rock’s head and slammed his cock up and down Rock’s throat.

“You know what to say if you want the pain to end?” Joe whispered in Rock’s ear. Rock whimpered he couldn’t say a thing with the gag in his mouth. “Twenty strokes with the bullwhip will loosen his tongue. Now nod if you want the pain stopped or shake head for no.” Rock squealed and shook his head he hadn’t gone that far down the road to submission. The guards threw Rock up onto a whipping horse and fastened him down at wrist ankles and waist, Rock watched as his master nodded and then screamed as the bullwhip cut into his ass and back. “Put the rings in him and start his ballet training.” Rock blinked as he seemed to recognise the voice but couldn’t put a name to it. Joe left looking satisfied that all was secure.

The guards finished the beating and took him to the table, they lay him down face up and fastened him down. Rock screamed as a guard used a hole punch on his nipples. Then he thrust brass rings into the holes, he pierced Rocks ears and placed rings in those holes and one into his the bar of flesh separating his nostrils. Rock screamed even louder when the guard pierced the head of his cock the only part of Rock’s cock that remained visible. “Remember nod and we’ll get the surgeon to remove the pain in the only way your master will allow removal of your cock,” the guard tightened the sheath and Rock screamed. They freed him from the table and led him out to a room with all the equipment necessary for a ballet dancer to start training. In the room two trainers waited for him. “They’re slaves here too, came to the club after a performance and of course that proofed to much of a temptation for us. Blossom show Rockette your modificaton.” Blossom pulled the tutu up to reveal that he had no cock. “He wore a sheath like yours until he begged for that thing to be removed as you will. Now you Petal,” Petal too lifted up the tutu he wore revealing the fact that he had neither cock nor balls. “They’ll train you and if you think you can disobey them forget cause we’ll be here watching you.”

“Right!” Blossom said “get on you pointes,” he rose up on pointes to show Rock what he meant. Rock obeyed struggling to stay on his toes. “Useless idiot! You’ll learn, you’ll soon get used to walking on your toes. Cause the masters like us to walk on pointes it means we can’t go as fast they can. They can catch us easily if we run. Now go to the bar,” Rock tottered to the bar he copied Blossom as he stood sideways on to the bar and showed him the positions while Petal called the positions out to them.

“First position, Second position,” they went on for hours then at the end the guards chained the two ballet slaves to the bar and took Rock back to the torture room.

“Stay on pointes, you’re a ballet slave now.” They led him to a post in the centre of the room a ring was on top of the post and turned him to face away from it. They chained his wrists together then linked them to a chain that led through the ring at the top and then became two each end they linked to his ankle cuffs. “This is the punishment for the times you failed to stay on pointes, you stay like that all night.” Rock felt as if his muscles were on fire due to the strain being exerted on them, the guards smiled and tightened the sheath again. Rock screamed, they looked at him and he nodded frantically, he wanted the pain to end. “Tomorrow!” Rock thanked god the pain would end but what he didn’t know was that for slaves there would be no anaesthetic he just knew that tomorrow he would lose his cock.

Let me know if you enjoyed this story there will be more about Rock soon any suggestions welcome.

To be continued