Ransom at the Fair

A master's slave is held for ransom: the slave's equipment is removed 
in exchange for his freedom

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RANSOM AT THE FAIR

by Steve Monaco
e-mail:  steve_monaco@hotmail.com



Many places now hold what have become known as Renaissance Festivals, 
for lack of a better term.  You've probably heard or read about them, 
and have maybe even attended a few yourself.  In any case, there was 
one in our area and David was interested in seeing what it was like.  
I had been to a few of them myself and always had a good time, but 
what made this one particularly enticing was the fact that it was 
whole-heartedly supported by the gay community of our city.  In fact 
there was even a "gay quarter" of this particular fair where 
homosexuals and lesbians sold handicrafts and other such things.  And 
of course  there were all those people dressed in period-costumes, 
some with very promising cod-pieces!



Some of my friends from the S/M Guild had decided, that for this 
fair, they would revive an ancient English Easter custom known 
as "enclosure".  A  group would lie in wait for a likely candidate, 
then rush out with ropes, made of some soft material such as silk, 
capture their 'victim' and hold him/her for a ransom they would name, 
usually a small amount of money.  Sometimes of course, especially if 
the 'ransom-ee' was attractive and not considered to be a "risk", 
they demanded something a bit more unusual, such as a kiss, or the 
victim's underwear.  In any case, you get the idea:  it was something 
like an adult version of  the "A Dollar-a-Kiss" booths which I used 
to see at fairs when I was a boy.



As a member in good standing of the Guild, my request that David be 
held for ransom was greeted with hoots of approval, for many of my 
colleagues had drooled over his rugged good looks, his enthusiastic 
participation in all sorts of 'play', and his massive, muscular body, 
and his huge basket.  The fact that he was my slave/lover meant that 
no one bothered him unless given permission, but he was nonetheless 
always an object of lust in our group.  They wondered what ransom 
would be asked and what their participation would be.  When I 
explained to them, several guys decided it was a chance of a lifetime 
and volunteered to help; others didn't like the idea at all and 
refused to go along with it, although they promised not to impede the 
rest of us, especially since David, who wasn't at all aware  of my 
plan but whose fantasies had fueled my imagination for 
this 'realization', had often asked me to do something like this for 
him.  After a few hours of planning, everything was worked out for 
the next Saturday evening's session at the Renaissance Festival in 
Liberty Park.  It would be an evening none of us would ever forget, 
least of all my furry hunk of a slave!



That afternoon, we dressed in what we considered to be rather 
authentic costume and set out.  We got to the park about 4 o'clock 
and spent a few hours strolling through the  various parts of the 
fair.  The clowns and jugglers, the various mummers and  players were 
all very fun and we had a fine time of it, and even bought a few odds 
and ends for the apartment.  Then I suggested we go through the "gay 
quarter" once more, just to see what was going on there, since the 
place was about to close down in an hour or so.  As we approached one 
of the stalls where one of the leading gay merchants of the city was 
selling leather clothing (and some leather toys as well, for those 
who were in the know), the "Enclosers" struck.  They came dashing out 
and wrapped both David and me in their silk ropes, declaring that we 
would be held for ransom until their demands were  met.  We both got 
immediate hard-ons as we were both literally bound hand and foot, 
swept off our feet and carried off to an area in the middle of the 
gay enclave.  Since David had no money (it was part of our usual 
arrangement, since I was the master), he kept telling our captors, as 
we were borne  through the lanes and alleys of the Festival site, 
that he was only a poor  slave and had no money to buy his freedom.  
When we arrived at the place they were to hold us, our captors tied 
us back to back to a large stake which had been set  up for this 
purpose.  Then I asked what ransom they wanted from me.  Their demand 
was very simple:  they wanted David!  Naturally I refused, and after 
a while they decided that they would let me go for a nominal fee of 
$20, but that they would hold David at least through the night -- and 
maybe even longer -- to do with as they saw fit, unless I gave in to 
their demands. 



David was shocked when I said that was OK by me.  I gave them their 
ransom fee, was released and set off without a further word to my 
slave, which confused him even more.  When closing time came, David 
was hopeful that his ordeal as a hostage was soon to be over.  No 
chance of that!  Instead, they gagged him and once more carried him 
off, this time putting him in one of the tents which were used on 
Saturday nights as sleeping tents for those who would remain at the 
site.  Since Sunday was a big day at the Festival and it started 
early in the morning, it was difficult for everyone to go home and 
return on time for set-up the next morning.  Once they got my slave 
where they wanted him, which was on his back with his arms spread-
eagled and tied to two uprights, his ass just barely hanging off the 
edge of the table, naturally leaving his hole accessible, and his 
legs firmly bound to the table-legs, they began to speak of what they 
ought to do with him.  Even though David was quite aroused by their 
discussion, he was also a bit afraid.  After all, what they were 
talking about wasn't exactly in the safe-sex repertoire!



Finally they made up their mind to contact me for ransom.  As we had 
pre-arranged, one of them left the tent with the intention of finding 
a phone and calling me.  While he was away, the others ripped the 
clothes off  David's body, leaving him lying naked as the day he was 
born except, of course, for the wonderful pelt which covered him 
almost from head to foot.  His huge dick of course attracted a lot of 
attention, and soon the guys were rubbing his furry ballsac, pulling 
on his lovely foreskin, fondling his asshole, and pinching his 
nipples into  hard little points.  David soon overcame his fears and 
gave in to the sensual feelings their ministrations were arousing.  
The groans of pleasure were only slightly audible through the gag 
they'd shoved in his mouth, but the way he kept moving his torso and 
bucking his pelvis were clear signs that he was really  getting off 
on the whole scene.



After about 30 minutes, the 'contact man' came back from his supposed 
phone-call.  David was to be returned to me, he told everyone, but 
only after  each of us had done to him as we liked.  There were no 
limits imposed, other than David was to be returned to me alive 
within a week.  And at those words, David's dick shriveled to almost 
nothing, his balls tried to pull up into his body, his asshole 
clenched, his eyes squeezed shut and his muscles all tensed.  What 
was going to happen to him?  Why had he been abandoned by his master 
after four years together?  



They decided they would keep him in the tent overnight, but for the 
rest of the week he would be incarcerated in the home of one of the 
members of the SMG.  Richard just happened to be a medical doctor and 
kept a small operating room all ready for medical fantasies.  But 
David didn't know that then.  During that Saturday night, all he had 
time to think about were the dicks that were fucking his hairy ass, 
the hands that were stimulating his nipples and stroking his big 
uncut manmeat, the cock that were invading his mouth.  After all six 
of the men had had their fun and shot their loads, David thought 
maybe he'd be released and let go.  But no, they  had other things in 
mind for his body before they took him away to Dr Richard's little 
clinic!



"He's so hairy you can't even see the muscles he's built for his 
master.  Don't you think that's a bloody shame, guys?  What d'ya say 
about fixing that situation right now?"  The idea appealed to all of 
them, but somebody suggested that, since David hadn't cum yet, they 
should all jerk-off all over him, then make him shoot and only then 
shave him from top to bottom.  And that's exactly what they did.  
David's dick normally pumps out a huge load and after the hours he 
had been tied up and worked over, and the wondrous sight of 6 hot men 
beating their meat over his body, it didn't take long for him to 
reach orgasm.  They quickly grabbed the straight razor which 'just 
happened' to be nearby and began shaving his fur, beginning just 
above his cock.  When they had completed this task, they washed him 
down with some warm water, untied his legs, stuck another table under 
his ass, threw a blanket over him and told him they'd see him in the 
morning.  And they all went to their cots and went to sleep.  

David's mind didn't rest for several hours, thinking about what would 
happen next.  He had often told me about his kidnap/rape fantasies 
and his interest in genital modification, but I had always refused to 
play along with those  things.  Now here he was in a situation almost 
exactly like what he'd dreamt of for so many years; his only regret 
so far was that his master wasn't present to see what was happening.  
Eventually, David did manage to get some rest, even though his 
position on the table was less than comfortable. 



He awoke with a start when he felt the blanket being ripped away from 
his shaved body.  A slight shiver went through him as the chilly air 
hit him, and he wondered what was in store for him next.  He didn't 
have long to wait.  His captors once again gagged him, repositioning 
him on his table with his legs once more spread-eagled and in such a 
way that his ass was fully supported now; next they stuck a rolled-up 
sleeping-bag under his ass so that his crotch was raised up about a 
foot, then securely tied his legs to the table.  Next came  some 
rubber sheeting with which they strapped down his torso so that he 
couldn't move; they did the same thing to his legs, making them 
immobile too.  When all was ready, Dr Richard came forward and stood 
between David's legs,  looked down at his huge yet vulnerable cock 
and said, "For years I have wanted to see what you had down here.  
And now I have my chance to get even with you  for all the pent-up 
lust you've caused me."  And without hesitation, he picked up the 
straight razor from the night before and became very carefully 
cutting his initials into David's dick.  When he finished, he 
added, "I think you ought to let me have a little something to 
remember you by."  And he sliced off  his foreskin with a single pass 
of the razor.  David's cock was bleeding only slightly from the 
mistreatment it had endured.  Then the doctor picked up a glowing 
coal from the fire and applied it to the tortured flesh of the 
slave's manhood, thus cauterizing the wounds he had just made.  David 
passed out from the pain, and when he awoke, he found himself 
completely cleaned up and bound in a hospital bed in the  doctor's 
home-clinic. 



A hot-looking attendant took care of the needs of the bed-ridden 
slave, and the following morning, the doctor once again appeared to 
inspect his handiwork.  He did this very quickly and without a word.  
At last he said to David, "I'm not very happy with the way that 
looks, but that's no way to undo it now.  I don't think your master 
would really appreciate it either, so I've come up with another 
alternative.  Just lie still there for a few moments and it'll all be 
over."  And he shoved a ball-gag into his captive's mouth.   David 
was unsure about what was going to happen to him, especially since 
the piece of equipment that Dr Richard pulled out of the cabinet 
resembled nothing  that he had ever seen before.  It looked something 
like a gun, but since the conditions of his release were that he be 
alive, he knew he wouldn't be  killed.  It came crashing in on him 
what this thing was as the doctor placed  a small rubber ring into 
the end of the instrument, then pulled it taught, expanding it 
tremendously in size:  it was an Elastrator, used to castrate farm 
animals.  His captor was going to make him a eunuch and there was 
nothing he could  do about it!  The doctor proceeded to take David's 
heavy balls in his left hand,  pulling them smoothly to the bottom of 
their sack; then with his right hand he tied them firmly with some 
nylon cord, picked up the Elastrator and passed the stretched rubber 
ring over the balls and released the ring at the very top of his nut-
bag.  Then he reloaded the machine and grabbed the slave's now erect 
cock.  When he was satisfied with the position of the ring, he 
released the trigger  and David's entire manhood was being strangled 
into extinction.  



It took about 15 minutes for the cock and bag to turn very purplish-
black, and it was then that I walked calmly into the room.  David 
began to moan when he saw me.  "Just relax, boy," I said, "this is 
for your own good.  You've always talked out giving me everything you 
are.  Well, now you're going to do it."  And with that, the doctor 
placed a basin under my slave's now-dead sex organs, handed me a 
scalpel and indicated that I should begin the cutting.  The beauty of 
the Elastrator method of course is the fact that the balls will 
simply dry up and fall off by themselves in a matter of time.  
However, since David would have to urinate, we couldn't use this 
simple procedure on his dick.  So with a few brief cuts, I sliced off 
the cock just beyond where the rubber ring was placed, leaving a stub 
of about an inch since the ring had not been placed the entire way 
back to his pelvis.  As the doctor began to stitch closed the skin 
that remained, creating a new  tiny little piss-slit in my slave's 
stub-cock, I rubbed David's chest lightly  and said to him, "Well, 
boy, after all these years of asking, we finally did it.  You're now 
the deballed, uncocked animal you've always wanted to be.  You'll 
stay here with Dr Richard until things are healed up well enough for  
you to come home."  I was about to give him a soulful kiss when the 
doctor said, "Stop moving him around like that.  I'm having a 
difficult enough time sewing this up the way it is.  Make yourself 
useful, Steve, and get me one of those catheters out of the cabinet 
over there.  I'll have to put it in right away, as soon as I remove 
this top band."  As I walked towards the white storage cabinet in the 
corner, I thought about all the wonderful times I had with the meat 
which used to hang between David's legs and which now lay in a 
stainless steel bowl on the bed-stand.  Somehow though I knew that 
our life together would be stronger than ever before and that we 
could go on for many years: a master and his now neutered slave 
animal.


	THE END