As I was frozen in time, looking at the contents of the box, Master commanded
that the slaves put a wide leather belt around Trey's waist. The belt was put in place and with chains then attached to the two horizontal poles. This took the strain off of Treys back and spine; plus it meant that he (trey) could remain in this position longer without fear of injury. Out of the corner of my eye, Cody was walking forward with a bright orange electrical cord, thicker than I had ever seen.
Master asked all present to gather around. Master spoke with great authority when He began His talk to all there. "Trey here, has violated two of the most
important rules the group has, and there is a third rule which he broke that I had given him. The first rule he broke was to send his seed into the mouth of boy'. We all know the dangers of unsafe sex. Trey has not been tested to see if he is healthy enough to enjoy sex yet. This action of his, could put boy' in jeopardy and I won't tolerate such deeds from anyone. The second action of disregard was the physical abuse he inflicted upon `boy'. As we all know, no such activities are allowed unless a master gives exacting directions. And thirdly, Trey didn't not listen to nor follow the guidance Cody had laid out for him. Such disregard of another person's guidance is totally unacceptable to me and the other masters. Therefore Trey will have to be severely punished for his deeds."
Now then, I had assumed the fuckmachine was enough of a punishment for trey. I wasn't sure how much his hole had taken or suffered. Regardless, my thoughts were far to minimal for what he had in store.
I couldn't help but really start to feel sorry for Trey now. Goodness, were they going to nut him or cut off his cock. Trey again raised his head to meet
my eyes. The contact between us, must have been too much for him. He broke down into a raging river of tears. He blurted out that he was sorry and ashamed of what he had done. By now master Lee had gone to Trey's hole and was inspecting it to check for any lasting damage. Thankfully there was nothing severe, just several small tears, which he said would heal up just fine. When master Lee looked up he could see that my face showed a great sigh of relief at what he had just said.
Master brought, from the box, lengths of clear tubing; lots of it. He attached some of the tubing to two small see thru cylinders. He reached behind himself and turned on some sort of pump thing. Next he put a small drop of oil on, and around, each of Trey's nipples. The placed a cylinder over each of his nipples and the cylinders clung to Trey like magic. Another cylinder, bigger around, was taken to Trey's balls. His balls were stuffed inside the cylinder and likewise the skin was oiled and the cylinder slowly sucked itself up to the underside of Trey's cock. Master turned away, momentarily, and had increased the pressure of the pump. The nipples and nuts were being sucked deep into the cylinders. DAMN!! The longer these things were left on, the lengthier the nipples and nuts would get. Holy Cow! Master put some lube on Trey's cock and also around the base of it. Master had in hand a cylinder but the thing was not totally clear. He flipped a switch, which brought to life a stranger sounding device. He slid the cylinder over Trey's dick and the thing was acting like it was jacking Trey off. Then I recalled, that the same machine was already used once on me. I knew then that he would be in for a world of hurt soon enough.
I could see the strain on Trey's face, as he too, knew what was ahead. Both machines were turned up a little more and instantly his nipples and balls were
pulled deeper into the cylinders. It was great to look at, but if you were the one on the receiving end NOT SO. Within a couple of minutes, Trey let out
a loud, tribal, groan or was it a scream. His body bucked violently. I looked down and could see the tubing fill with his white seed. Everyone watching shouted out comments and congratulatory accolades to Master. All the masters returned to the table and started up a conversation about tonight's football game. Miami vs. Jets. Yuk!! The slaves just sort of milled around either Trey or me. Some one then took, which must have been a massager and placed it on the base of the plug in my hole. The feeling was great, totally awesome, really. My dick did it's best to stand at attention. But, with the cinch ring and two heavy piercing rings I think the best I could do was get a semi-stiffy.
I think we all know what that is like. It wasn't long before I blew a snot log. It went everywhere. I gyrated like somebody getting electrocuted. Now, how do you spell relief? Goodness, oh my! My orgasm lasted quite along time and I was thankful for each and every milli-second of it.
Master came over to Cody and told him that it had been decided, Trey was going to spend the next five days with us. He would get his blood drawn and tested, and learn the true meaning of becoming a master; if indeed, that is what he really wants to be. Cody half smiled when he got this bit of news, then Cody glanced in my direction, with a blank expression on his face.
Each master came forth and collected his own slave. This might be interesting, I thought. It had become time for the `festivities' to end. As each master bid there thanks and farewell to Master, the slave knelt in front of Master and kissed the head of Master's now exposed cock. Fine looking penis, if I say so myself. Then the slave bowed, said "thank you SIR" and kissed my Masters boot. They filed one by one into the house. I am assuming that is when the slave was allowed to put on shorts or something before going out to their vehicle. When the last couple had left, Master turned to Cody and said," Thank goodness this weekend is coming to a close. This has been a great three days with the exception of trey here. But, by all indications it appears trey is learning the errors of his ways."
Take boy' to his room, and I shall join you in a few minutes. I desire to speak privately with trey about his situation'. Cody led me back inside, just as the sun was beginning to disappear behind the big trees in the yard. The cool air was most refreshing on my skin. Cody was silent the entire time he led me back, and quiet the whole time we were in my room. I just remained where he had left me. In my proper position of course. I raised my head so that I could take another look at the room and its contents. What I had seen before was now becoming clearer to me. What things were and what the intended purpose of each was. Cody proceeded to give me a shorter, but equally as nice, bath. Why couldn't I have soap that smelled? Cody brushed my teeth again and my mouth felt nice and fresh. He led me over to the drain and removed the plug from my butt. All the other times he had cleaned my hole out, he had done it with a vengeance, but this time, he took his time. Nice and slow, no big messes. When I was clean, he inserted new frozen grease logs, but didn't plug my hole. He double-checked under my cuffs and cinch ring to make sure I was clean and dry under them as well.
Master came into the room and began talking to Cody, again. He stated that He
had had a good chat with trey; albeit a one-way conversation. He wasn't sure
just how long he would be leaving trey hung out there alone, but that trey was now in a lot of agony. I detected a little joy from Master as he spoke about trey. He said that after today, trey should be able to resume his role as a `mister' and learn the ways of a master.
I was then commanded to lie on my back. Doing so, Cody came up to me and began wiping my dick off with an antiseptic. I had totally forgotten about not having my catheter in. Now my brain was telling me of the need to piss. Cody reached out for the sterile package containing my new plumbing. Under the eye of Master, Cody installed and inflated the catheter perfectly. A container was placed at the outflow end and the clamp released. Piss flowed like a busted dam. As I lay there, Master ever so gentle guided His hands from my head to my toes. The feeling was one of re-assurance. The feeling was one of caring and understanding. Master made comments on my body rings and how nicely that they all had healed up. He told Cody how pleased He was with Cody's diligent care of them during healing. That is when I learned that Master had scheduled the ringmaster to visit later in the week to install more of them on the body. By now the piss flow had stopped and the catheter was clamped off again.
Now came the "grand finale" of the day. Master had me get on my knees and face Him. "Since boy' has been exceptional the entire week and has not disobeyed any commands, has not whined like a baby, has not asked to be released from service; I feel that it is only just and proper to allow boy' to service the cock of his Master." When that all registered in my brain, I was elated.
Master unbuttoned and lowered the zipper of His jeans. It was like, well, awesome and breath taking all in one. I hesitated not, and went right to work servicing His cock, just the way Cody had trained me to do the night before. I must have done something extra right; Master took no time in producing His seed. I was beaming both inside and out. I continued to worship His cock until He withdrew it from my mouth. Master leaned over, cupped my chin in his soft hands; using His hands to raise my head, Master gave me a most delicious kiss. "Welcome to your new home `boy' ."
That said and done, Cody approached my mouth, inserted his velvet rod and flooded me with his golden nectar. With that done, both of them left my room without saying a word. A few minutes later I heard them talking and the sound of
their voices was getting louder, but not yet to clear to me. In the room they came, semi-dragging Trey. They took him over to one of the foam mats and gently laid him down. It was hard to tell if he was passed out or just plain broken. Master returned to me, checking my plumbing and the leather wrapped so snuggly around my nads. He looked at Cody and then said that they were going to leave Trey and me alone tonight. Master did not feel that Trey was in any condition to cause me or anyone else harm tonight. My freedom from being bound for the night was a reward for the week, as Master also had a nice reward for Cody when they got to their bedroom. Furthermore, if I screwed up, my privileges of all my senses would be removed until I was no longer `thinking like a worldly male'.
The lights were turned off and the door closed firmly behind Cody. I crawled over to Trey to see if he was ok. Not one sound from him, but I could feel his chest rise and fall. I could hear the air flowing in and out of his body. I was so happy.
By the moisture on Trey's body, and the scent of sweat, I knew that he really
had a rough time of it, as I would have also. I wanted to bath him with a warm cloth and water but without lights, such a task would appear impossible. I
decided that I would try and just lick him clean the best I could. At least he wouldn't smell so awful. I licked his chest clean and started to do his pits, but the odor of that just about got to me. I retreated just a bit; thought about it again, took a couple deep breaths of air and got back to it. I made it through the pits better than I would of imagined. I did his arms, legs, hands and feet as well. I wanted to do his crotch area but was afraid that doing so would be against Masters wishes for me. Again, I thought it over and since I hadn't been given instructions to the contrary I went for it. If only I had use of my fingers. Bummer. I licked his freshly shaved crotch and balls, saving the dick for last. While doing his balls Trey stirred a bit in what I thought was some sort of `nightmare'. He was having a bad time of it. My heart was broken, just to see him this way. I licked his dick clean, as it started to respond to the bathing tongue action. Before his dick turned into a stiffy I was done. I then did something I had never done before. I made sure my tongue was soaked with saliva and re-did his dick. While still damp, I blew air all over it. The darn thing sprang up faster than a tomato plant in June. He moved around so much now, that I thought he was waking up. I plunged my mouth down onto his cock and started sucking slowly then I got into a good rhythm. I hadn't noticed that he spread his legs out for me, as I nuzzled closer to his body with my own. I only knew he was awake when I felt his hands on my smooth head. I continued on, but felt a tad sad when I thought of how many orgasms he might have been forced to have already. I didn't want to cause him any more pain or discomfort. I slowed down my sucking until I was only holding his dick in my mouth. Soon it softened up and he pushed my mouth down to where he once had pubic hair. He let lose with a large volume of piss and I drank it all, hoping that now he would fall back to sleep. He indeed dropped off into a sound sleep. I crawled up behind him and lay there with my arm and mitt over his chest. I too fell into a deep sleep.
So, today is Monday. Cody and Master came in to my room and had to wake both of us up. I got to my normal position long before Trey even sat up to see what was going on. I drank Masters piss and also that belonging to Cody. My bladder was allowed to empty and then I was told to take Treys piss as well. I was wondering if Trey even remembered last night. Trey had his meal brought to him on a tray and mine was brought in the now familiar bowl. My water bowl had been filled with my piss from last night, so I had only that to wash down the meal with. Master spoke to both Trey and myself of what is expected of us for today, and today only. Each day we would get additional duties. Mine as a boy' and his as a mister. I think the greatest part of the instructional meeting was learning that during parts of the day, I would have to be standing like a worldly person. Man oh Man, that was music to my ears. How cool was that!!! We also learned about the ringmaster's upcoming visit and the visit, next weekend, to master johns. He too has a pleasure slave, and lives on a small ranch (sort of) on the outlying part of the county. Master said that during the days ahead Cody would fill me in on some of the normal' activities they had there. Master went over to Trey and took a vial of blood from him to be tested this week. Nice to have a doctor in the house. But then, all of the masters are doctors in some field. Master left for work, while Cody and Trey were discussing the day ahead of us and what things needed to be done.
The week was different in many ways. The biggest change I noticed was with Trey. He was doing everything. I mean everything. From the bathing, enemas and brushing my teeth to the shaving and feeding. Cody was always there when he needed to be. I wasn't fearful at all this time with Trey. But, I had wondered
why Trey was doing everything to me and for me. I thought, for sure, Trey would be the one jumping at every chance to do things like he had the previous week. Not to much changed for me that week, well; not that I want to repeat myself anyway. I got out of my mitts and other coverings each morning shortly after Master had left for work. I had the most difficult time standing erect the first time and both Trey and Cody had to help steady the body. I finally got to see a lot of the first floor of Masters home. This place is huge. I was allowed all the time needed to exercise in Masters' well-equipped gym. I was able to use the pool to swim, which I dearly loved to do. I got to see the pool man finally. I was a bit timid at first but shyness was rapidly becoming one thing of my past life that seemed stupid. It is so strange to visualize what someone looks like, and then to finally be able to see him and the mind sort of plays "connect the dots" with you. I only remembered the texture and taste of his dick and piss from last week. Now I got to see him and his dick. I knew the Queens of Clean' were in the house, I think it was Wednesday, as I heard them giggle like a troop of doped up drag queens the entire time they were busy doing their thing. The lawn boys' came the day after, and I was in the pool when they arrived. They ventured over to the pool enclosure and introduced themselves, but they became a little upset when I didn't speak back with them. Cody came out and told them that I was not allowed to speak to anyone and they sort of understood. Before the day was done, I was kneeling before each of them draining their bladders of golden nectar. The ringmaster came over Thursday evening and checked on all the rings, which passed his inspection. I was given two new piercings. I got a somewhat large ring at the top base of my dick. He called it a "pubic ring". The other piercing I got was totally painful, and I'm not ashamed to admit, that I passed out. The ringmaster pierced my dick with a thick large bar, going from right to left. The hole he poked through my dick was just above the catheter so as not to interfere with my new plumbing. On each end of the bar was a one-half inch ball. Now it was up to Trey to take care of my new decorations. Each night Master and Trey would pleasure themselves with me. Most of their pleasures were from previous trainings and abuse, with nothing out of the ordinary. Cody was always there, observing, but not participating. I was really beginning to wonder what was going on. Was this some form of brain transformation or was Cody being punished for something he did or said. By Thursday night, I had become the urinal for all three of them. Regardless of the time of day, if any of them needed to piss; they found my mouth. And, every night I was treated to Masters seed, which I swallowed most eagerly.
I learned some of what the weekend would be like. I wasn't sure if Cody had told me everything, but if the past is the example; then Cody left a lot out of it. I was quite pleased to get something every morning that tasted like breakfast. Lunch tasted great too. Dinner was a different story. Sometimes I got a mush like meal and other times I got worldly food mixed in with my dog food. I was never `over-feed'. I was always left a little hungry, but I never complained, as I knew it would be improper to do so. Trey was now the one who changed my catheter, every three days. And he did it very professionally, which also pleased Master.
Friday was the day. Friday was here already. Master came home and both Cody and Trey were in a tizzy. I couldn't figure out what all the commotion was about. Finally Master came to my room and told me that he had purchased a new vehicle for Cody to use, which meant that his old rust bucket was gone. Cody and Trey had taken it for a spin, while Master did a meticulous inspection of me and my body. Master said that we were all going away for the weekend and that we would be taking the new vehicle. Master seemed most pleased with my body and He told Trey how pleased He was with the preparations of my body this day, and all the preceding days as well. Trey was glad that he made Master happy.
Master withdrew the butt plug and checked on the transformation of the holes entrance. Master seemed well pleased that after such a short time that the hole was properly "puckered." Trey spoke up, telling Master that he had put a few more grease logs in the hole than normal. A total of 6 logs were in my body. Trey mentioned that not all were put in at the same time, which is allowing a gradual melt down inside. Due to the nature of the upcoming weekend Trey felt the possible need for the extra logs. Master was pleased to hear that Trey was using his brain.
While Master was putting the plug back into place, He started a rather strange conversation with Trey. He was asking Trey to tell Him what, if anything, he would do different if owned his own slave or me. Some of what Trey said didn 't bother me to hear it. Other things were odd to hear. Trey said that he would like his slave to have a larger piss opening and more decorations on the body. Master appeared intrigued with the conversation, so much that I don't think He looked at Cody, not even once. What is going on here? Was Master having thoughts of owning Trey? Did Master have ideas in His mind about transforming Cody into a `boy'?
The time was at hand to prepare everything for the weekend. Cody left to load
his new SUV. Cody was strutting like a proud peacock over his new vehicle. Master and Trey did my prep work. First, Master removed the bindings on my nads. Then He redid the bindings but this time He slid a steel ring through the
leather so that each nad was not only separated but had its' own ring dangling down from it. A heavy cloth like hood was placed over my head, cutting off all my vision. I was mad when that happened, but kept my emotions in check. The hood had two small holes for me to breath through, a mouth opening and each of my ears also was outside the hood. Master had Trey go into the kitchen and get my meal and bring it back. Master spoke to me while Trey was out of the room. He told me that the weekend would be very enlightening' for Trey and very different for boy'. He proceeded to place a leather contraption over the hood. It felt like some sort of harness. I heard Trey come back into the room as he told Master that he had taken a little time to warm my meal in the microwave. Master then asked Trey what he would like to have fastened to the head harness. Needless to say, Trey said he would like to see if everything could be attached to it. So, my nose ring was pulled up and fastened. My earrings were pulled up and fastened. I felt awful but knew that I must look worse than I feel. Next Master told me he had to put a mouth ring behind my teeth. I opened wide. What I didn't know was, the ring had some kind of paddle ' attached to it. When Master got the ring behind my teeth, the paddle held my tongue down to the bottom of my mouth. Master began turning two small screw things, one on each side of the ring. My mouth got wider and wider as the ring expanded and the paddle' pushed harder on my tongue. When He stopped, I heard him tell Trey that if done wrong the ring would break my jaw. I'm sure that Trey had been watching very closely.
Master told me to ready myself for the meal. Now how could I eat like this? This is ridiculous. I knew something was entering my mouth but I didn't know what it was. Before I knew what was going on, I felt something at the back of my mouth. It was my meal. Later I learned how and what my meal was. AND, I was to eat like this the entire weekend. My meal had been put into a blender and made like a smoothie. I almost choked to death the first time Trey filled my mouth with the stuff. Master had to direct the feeding at first. My meal had been sucked into something like a turkey baster thing and then squeezed into my mouth. YUK!!!!! It took a while to feed me, until I got used to swallowing without my tongue or being able to close my mouth. Thank goodness the meal was done, but at least I had a full stomach. Now it was time to go, ALMOST. Before they took me to the vehicle, Master placed a wide steel collar around my sac, between the separated nads and the base of my dick. The weight of the thing was almost to much to bear.
Crawling through the house to the garage, all the rings seemed to be super sensitive, along with the new collar on my sac; which was killing me with pain.
The guiche ring was heavy enough, but with the moving about and the senses on high alert the ring seemed to be stretching my skin a lot more. In the garage, all three of the men helped me into the very back seat. I was sitting somewhat comfortable even though the plug and ring made their presence quite well known.
I had been told that the ride to the "weekend retreat" was about an hours drive, and Master and Trey wanted me to be comfortable. I thought that was nice of them. Now how long did that feeling last? Not long at all. DAMN!
Within a couple of minutes, they had me comfortable THEIR way. My ankles were
raised, and each ankle cuff was tied to a headrest in the seatback in front of me. Each nut was tied to those hand hold' things they have in all the new cars. The only bad thing for me was that they had them pulled extremely tight and as before I had pains shooting into my gut. They took ropes which they attached to each wrist cuff and pulled my arms behind the seatback and tied them to something; stretching them painfully as well. Then to my total surprise, MASTER said to me "silence is golden" and roughly shoved in my earplugs. Now I was back to only the sense of smell and taste. I felt something going on with my new sac ring. They had attached cords to that as well. Apparently the cords went to the seat in front of me. To my collar they attached my nipple rings, again too tight. Lastly they fixed my dick to the collar as well. Master and Trey each had a cord, from the sac ring, in their hand and could yank on it anytime they felt like it. So I suppose now, we were ready to go. I hope this vehicle has tinted windows. God, I hope so. I felt the vehicle move, I felt my body shiver, I felt the pain from every bump and turn. This might just become the weekend from hell'.
I hope the readers are still enjoying the story. I left out four days of the second week of my training, which were equally interesting, but some readers suggested that I only tell you about the weekends.
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