"Parole Slave, Part Three" by Chris Slade
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PART THREE
I woke up early and made breakfast. Eggs, hash browns and toast. I put the slave's portion on a paper plate with a plastic fork and took it down to the training room. He was already awake. I I reached through the bars of the cage and undid his gag. Then I slid the plate of food through the bars. He ate quickly.
I handed him a pair of handcuffs.
"Cuff your wrists behind your back and I'll let you out of that cage." I told him.
He did as instructed and I gagged him again when he was out of the cage. I took him back to the toilet and gave him another round of enemas. I brushed his teeth for him and then I took him to the sling. I had him lay in it with his hands still cuffed behind him. Only once his legs were locked to the chains supporting the sling, did I undo his hands. I locked his wrists to the chains above his head. I had to keep him bound and controlled at all times.
He watched me as I took off the shorts and jock that I was wearing. I bent over and sniffed his armpits. They smelled pretty good today. Not as ripe as I would prefer but definitely more masculine than yesterday. I could smell a slight scent of urine on his chest and I imagine this smell disgusted him. I think it added to his sex appeal.
"You're finally starting to smell good Dick Boy." I teased him. "Do you like your own stink?"
He shakes his head no.
"Why don't you like your own scent little Dick Boy?" I asked as I began licking one of his pits. I spent some time enjoying the taste of his musk while I scoured his underarm hair.
"Cit I'd wot Ike ein sherty" was his muffled response which I guess translated to "I don't like being dirty." or something like that.
I got on my knees behind him and rimmed his ass. It tasted clean and wet from the enemas. I licked and sucked his hole until my cock was rock hard. I spit into my palm and spread the slime across my dick. Then I pressed the tip against his ass and pushed inside. His hole clenched around my dick which drove me wild.
I fucked him hard and deep. I liked the way his helpless body relaxed into an optimal position after awhile. When I started pumping into him, his body fought the invasion and he tried to squirm away and resist the motion. That came to an end after about ten minutes. Now he was resigned to the fact that he was getting fucked. He had even scooted his ass forward off the edge of the sling so it was lined up better with my cock. I had my hands on his chest. Pinching his nipples roughly which had made his cock hard.
His eyes were wide and unfocused. Sometimes they rolled upward before blinking back to normal. He began to moan loudly behind the gag. I could tell he was enjoying getting fucked. That might help him through the morning if he could keep that enjoyment going. Not by me alone of course. After I finished with him, I would let a fucking machine work on him until at least noon. I would come down once an hour to install a larger dildo on the reciprocating arm. I could watch him on the CCTV I had installed in case anything went wrong or the dildo somehow came out of his ass.
I had no intention of making his hole wider. Right now he was straight boy tight and I wanted to keep him that way for as long as possible. Today he would be getting fucked by an assortment of knobby, ribbed ass toys. The fucking machine would be set to jab his prostate with each inward thrust. I was going to lock him in chastity and see how much I could make him leak by milking his butt nut. Also, the ass toys I had selected for him would make his hole sore as their knobby bumps and soft spikes pumped in and out through his snug anus. His ass is unfamiliar with any major action and will probably keep clenching as it tries to resist the assault but this will only increase his discomfort because he will feel every texture of the dildo fucking him like Morse code sending electrical impulses straight to his brain.
Now I was playing with his cock. Using his own precum to jack him off. He was close to cumming so I got him off. His orgasm made his ass clench around my shaft which brought on my own climax. I smeared his cum across his chest so it could be licked off later
I cuffed his hands behind his back and stood him up. I walked him back to the fucking bench and he fought me a bit as I positioned him on it. However, soon he was strapped tightly in place. I reached between his legs and put his soft cock in a tight, acrylic chastity cage.
He couldn't see what I was doing when I dragged the fucking machine behind him. I got it into position and installed a rigid ass toy with a silicone ball on the end of a skinny post. I lubed his ass crack with a lot of silicone lube and then emptied half the bottle inside his ass. I retracted the extending arm of the machine and pulled it forward until the ass toy was pressing against Ty's hole. I dialed the machine to the lowest speed and turned it on. The toy slid inside him effortlessly and brought a satisfying groan from the slave. Then the machine reversed and the entire length of the dildo pulled out of him before going right back inside. I slid the machine forward about an inch and now the machine was fucking him with the ball on the end staying inside him throughout the entire motion. I turned the machine up to a slow, steady speed and watched it work on him while he flexed and strained on the bench.
I slid a condom over the dick tube of the chastity cage to collect his precum. I turned on some hardcore gay porn for him to watch and left him strapped to the bench and locked in the room.
I did some chores around the house and checked in on him once in a while via the CCTV installed throughout the house.
I was wearing a pair of my smelliest ASICS running shoes, without socks. I wanted to warm them up for him and bring out the full depth of the odor they had absorbed. I could feel my feet getting slick with sweat. I could also smell my own stink hanging in the air around me.
After about an hour I went back downstairs. There was a lot of precum in the condom covering the chastity cage. The end of the condom was sagging with a puddle of slick precum. No actual cum was present in the clear cock fluid (yet).
I switched off the machine and got a two hose gas mask from my collection. This one was a Russian model that had a drinking tube that extended into the mouth. I attached this tube to his hollow gag and put the gas mask on him so it was snug over his face. I attached a gravity bag full of cold water to the drinking tube and hung it above him with a slow drip flowing. I needed to keep him hydrated so he would stay sweaty. I also wanted him to be forced to piss while bound to the bench so that the smell of his piss would fill the air around him.
I changed the toy on the machine to a thicker wand that was covered with knobby balls of varying sizes. I started the machine on a slow setting so he could feel each knob of the fuckstick as it slid in and out of him. As soon as it made it's first full penetration, he was twitching and howling. If he thought this was intense, wait until he felt the one with blunt spikes that moved in a spiral pattern around the length of the dildo.
I removed my shoes and sniffed them to make sure they smelled really strong. Both of them were ripe and sharp with a deep stink. I tied them to the hoses of the gas mask and left him alone again.
Upstairs, I surfed some porn and ordered a pair of nipple clamps and a leather bulldog harness. The porn got me horny again and after lazily tugging my meat for a half hour I decide to head downstairs to take advantage of my slut slave
I took the gas mask and gag off of him. He sucked in huge lungfuls of fresh air, probably trying to get the smell of my shoes out of his nostrils. I kneel down and push his face into one of my armpits. He doesn't resist, he just keeps breathing naturally.
"Smells better than those shoes huh?" I ask him.
He nods and says, "Yes Sir."
"If you want that knobby shaft out of your ass, you're gonna have to lick both of my pits clean and convince me you like the way they smell." I tell him.
"Yes Sir." He answers.
I press my armpit against his face and he quickly gets to work with his tongue. He sniffs it and moans as he tastes my sweat. He actually seems to be getting off on it.
"You want the other one?" I ask him.
"Oh, fuck yes, Sir!" He barks eagerly.
"You like the way I smell?"
"Yes Sir. You smell sexy."
I notice he's been using the word Sir a lot today. It's good he's embracing his role as a slave.
In less than ten minutes, he's scoured both my armpits. I switch off the machine and tell him to use his mouth on my dick. He licks and sucks my shaft until I'm as hard as granite. I take the condom off the chastity cage and feed the slimy contents to him. He makes a face when I tell him to lick it clean but does as he's told. I move the machine out of the way and plunge my cock deep into his slick ass hole. I take my time and give him a nice long fuck while I play with his naked torso and caged cock.
We are soon dripping with sweat which only makes the fuck that much hotter. I pull out and cum on his back. I wipe my load up and make him suck it off my fingers while I fuck my softening cock inside his hole.
It's time to gag him again. I attach the spiral spiked dildo to the machine and move it back into position. I lube up his hole and then let the machine start fucking him again. He makes a lot of noise behind the gag. I pick up one of my shoes and use tape to secure it over his nose and mouth. I tie the other shoe to his balls by the laces and let it swing between his legs.
A half hour later I return to set him free. Free of the bench at least. He hasn't cum a second time and I'm glad I didn't miss him shoot his load. It's sexy to make him cum and his cock looks hot as it fires slugs of scum out of his jerking flesh cannon. He also hadn't taken a piss yet and I'm sure he needs to.
I planned on using his full bladder to torture him with some heavy ball stretching. For this I got a short, sturdy metal ladder that was hanging on the wall. I opened it and placed it under a large eye bolt screwed into a wooden joist on the ceiling.
I fetched him and told him I wanted him to climb up to the third rung from the top, turn around and sit on that rung. I moved his arms behind the other side of the ladder and tied them so they were stretched down tight. Then I took his ankles and pulled them around the sides of the ladder and set his feet on the forth rung down. I tied them in place behind the front side of the ladder. This position forces his knees apart and makes his crotch push forward.
I unlock and remove the chastity cage. His dick is instantly hard and standing up straight against his stomach. I use a long length of climbing rope that is looped around itself in the middle to tie around his ball sac. I pull it snug and begin winding the loose ends in opposite directions around his hairless ball bag. I wind and cinch it tightly as I go, until his nuts are stretched down low. A square knot guarantees the rope wont tighten anymore once I start adding weight to it. I let the rope hang straight below his balls, passing through the center of the third and forth rung. I tie a 1 gallon metal bucket to the end of it so it hangs about a foot off the floor.
I get a large metal butt plug and force it into his ass. His awkward position causes his ass muscles to clench because with his knees bent and spread wide apart and his arms held behind him, he is forced to thrust his hips forward. This keeps the plug held inside his hole that has been loosened from the prolonged fucking it's had today. The plug is wired for estim and I plug it into the power box. I turn it on to a low, pulse.
I refill the gravity bag by pissing into it and hang it from the bolt in the ceiling. He has no choice but to swallow as it slowly enters his mouth through the gag.
"I suggest you get your dick soft and start pissing into that bucket under your balls because you're not getting off this ladder until that bucket is full." I tell him.
He looks scared as he contemplates what pissing into the bucket will do to his nuts. He must also be wondering how long it will take to fill up a bucket that can hold a lot more than his bladder can.
While we wait for him to fill the bucket, I will entertain him with some clothespin torture. I have a bag with 200 wooden clothespins. They have all been tested to ensure their springs are tight and will clamp hard onto his skin. I begin randomly pinching up an area of his naked skin and setting a clothespin on his flesh. Soon his torso, back, arms and thighs are covered with the pegs and he looks like a porcupine. I put some on his cock which gets him moaning. After 20 minutes, all 200 are in place and he has not pissed a single drop into the bucket. He's probably trying to hold it in as long as he can so he can delay having the weight tugging on his nuts. Ten minutes later I hear liquid hitting the metal bucket and watch as he slowly empties his bladder. He's trying very hard to control the flow so it doesn't shot out to fast and miss the bucket. He tries to adjust to the weight pulling his balls downward but he's held rigidly in place and can't ease his suffering even a little bit. I planned this torture well and tested it on myself until I found the most effective way to ensure a proper training in ball stretching with no way to shift the weight to another part of the body. He was trapped and would just have to endure the situation until he satisfied the goal of filling the bucket.
I refilled the gravity bag with two cans of Pabst blue ribbon and he drank it quickly. As soon as the bag was emptied I dumped two more cans in for him. Let him get a buzz cause his nuts have probably never been stretched like this before. He empties his bladder a second time and i can see the bucket is almost half way full. He can't see this though so he has to guess in his mind how full he thinks it sounds when he's filling it. I fill the bag with water this time and he drinks like he's dying of thirst. He's in a marathon now. Trying to process as much fluid as he can, as fast as he can. The fact that he will be purposely adding weight to his own balls is secondary to the ultimate goal of filling the bucket to the top. He has accepted that his nuts will feel even more pain and he's eager for the pain because it will mean he is closer to escaping this torture. That's the lesson I want him to learn: Sometimes we can accept (and even welcome) pain if it gets us to our goal. Most of his goals from now on will involve pain but will ultimately lead to extreme pleasure.
He seems to have almost forgotten the wooden pegs pinching his skin. I use a riding crop and begin to slap them off of him. For most of them he just grunts but occasionally I find a very sensitive one and swatting it off makes him jerk and strain. Of course this movement makes the bucket swing beneath him and that brings out a barrage of howling and muffled cursing and labored breathing. Each back and forth motion elicits a low moan from him. I saved the clothes pins on his dick for last. He tries so hard to hold still as I slowly whip the few remaining pegs off.
I decide to have some fun with him so I start stroking his cock until it's standing erect. He looks frustrated and in pain.
"You'll just have to be really careful and control how fast you let it out. If you go slow enough, it will all drop right into the bucket. If you let it out too fast who knows where it will land." I tell him. I see him straining and then a jet of urine shoots from his dick and splashes all over his face and torso. He stops it quickly and then slowly lets it start again. This time he eases it out until a small stream is flowing out of his cock head. It rises about one or two inches before falling back onto his dick and balls and drains into the bucket. It takes a full five minutes to empty his bladder this way and it payed off cause the bucket is now full to the brim. Actually some had spilled over the top.
I took a knife and cut the rope holding the bucket and carefully sat it on the floor. Then I unwound the rope wrapped around his tortured balls. I tugged on his stretched nut sack and fondled his jewels. I licked them and sucked each one into my mouth. I bathed his balls with my spit and licked them clean. He was still moaning and starting to fight the ropes binding him. I untied him and got him off the ladder.
I needed a break and he was exhausted so I put him in the cage with a bowl full of his piss to drink if he got thirsty and I left him in the room with the porn still playing on the T.V.
(To be continued...)