The ride took forever, or at least it seemed like it did. I think Cody must have wanted to try out the suspension on his new vehicle.
Some of the things, which I'm going to write about, happened without me seeing them but are an intrigal part of the weekend. I learned of them after we had left for home. I am sure the reader will be able to tell which I felt and that which was told to me.
When I felt hands on my body, touching, moving about and releasing my bonds, I knew we must be at the destination. I couldn't help but get overly nervous,
scared, with every nerve ending extra sensitive.
Hands got me out of the vehicle and I assumed my correct walking position. They had decided to leave my dick tied to the collar. They also tied my nads to the collar, pulling them up as tight as they thought I could tolerate. Before they led me off to wherever, all six hands stroked my complete body. I felt they were trying to tell me something. I thought they were trying to say, to be good, we love you and don't be scared. Then the walk began.
I couldn't feel what I was crawling on. I only knew that what ever it was went from a smooth surface to a somewhat rough one, then back to smooth. I could
smell only the air around me, and after a while the clean air changed to something akin to a farm. I wasn't to far off. This master had a small `farm' where he raised horses and had a couple of dogs running around. Someone yanked
hard on my leash and brought me to a sudden neck-breaking stop. I could now smell animal and people. Lots of people.
That which I couldn't see would have amazed me, I'm sure. I was inside a horse barn. Off to my left were 4 leather slings, hanging by chains from the high ceiling. In 3 of the slings were the pleasure boys'. One of the slings was meant for me. There were all kinds of implements surrounding what was to be the training area. I was hoping to meet the pleasure boys' but then again this wasn't a "social call" now was it.
I began to wonder what was going on when the hands of many lifted me off the floor and into the leather sling. The sling was designed so that my neck was supported and not left hanging down backwards. As all good masters do, my cuffs bound me properly in the chains hanging down. The bindings on my nads, changed from being tied to my collar to being attached to the same rings as my ankles. The dick was released from the collar, unclamped and I'm assuming drained into the mouth of one of the bed slaves. I found out later that Cody was made to swallow my golden piss. My nipple rings were tied up very firmly to the rings holding my wrist cuffs. After Cody was finished with my dick, it was clamped off again.
Apparently we must have gotten there a little late, as the other `boys' were
already being trained. I felt the plug being pulled from my hole. Some of the melted log was dripping down my butt crack, but at least it was warm. I started hoping that Cody would be involved with my training, the same as he was at home. I was in a new place, with some new bodies, with new smells.
I didn't take long before I felt someone touching my new ass lips. Gently rubbing and massaging them, which if I had a choice (or chance) I would of sprung a stiffy. I felt lips kissing my ass lips, gently and lovingly. I was going to dump a load of spunk if they kept this up. Who ever was doing me this wonderful pleasure, inserted his tongue into my hole. His face was buried right up against my skin. Now I don't know of to many men who wouldn't love this to happen every day, every minute. I must of died along the way and gone to ` boy heaven'. The tongue didn't stop for the longest time, but when it did I felt quite exposed, for some reason.
Not Master, not a slave but mister Trey was doing me the pleasures. What was going on? Now it seems that Trey is on my Masters good side and Cody has been
set aside. God, I pray Cody hadn't done wrong and was being punished or ostracized from the events.
Trey had pulled up a stool and was sitting on it, between my upturned and bound legs. I felt two hands gently pry at my ass lips, pulling them even further apart. The more they separated, the more air I felt going inside me. As he pulled with his hands, his mouth got inside of me. Had they transformed my hole so much that a mouth could and would go inside of me to kiss my insides. Trey removed his face and I felt a hand gentle work its was inside. Slowly and
lovingly the hand entered. I could easily tell when the hand went in up to the wrist. At wrist length he moved and twisted his hand around. He opened his fist and I felt the tingling and taunting of his fingers. It almost felt like hundreds of little ants running around inside me. He was hitting all the nerve endings. Now I think I understand why it is so important to trim your fingernails before you stick your hand up a butt. I returned his fingers to the fist' position and slowly began pushing into me even further. The pressure was too much and I started making sounds of anguish through my ringed mouth. I think the correct word is guttural' sounds. Saliva was being made faster than I could swallow it and I thought I was going to drown. Fortunately, Mother Nature forced a huge cough out of my lungs and spit and drool landed on my chest and rivered its way down my cheeks and chin. The sweat underneath the hood was beginning to get into my eyes and sting a little bit.
Being fisted like this is the ultimate high, for me. And now that I knew it was Trey doing the fisting, the feeling was intensified. During this initial part of fisting, two masters approached my body; one on either side. Each took a rope, affixed it to my nipple ring; from which the rope went up, through a ring hanging from the ceiling. The free standing end of the rope was tied to a two-pound weight. As if on cue, the masters dropped the weights. Once again I prayed for death rather than endure that much pain. Once the weights reached the end, they were kept swinging back and forth. I think that most everyone there had a hand in keeping them swinging. A few times somebody raised the weights and dropped them over and over again. If this is how to cruelly stretch my nipples, they were doing a bang up job. I remembered that Trey wanted me to have the longest nipples possible. Was this Trey's idea of torture? As if that wasn't enough, they also had released my ears from the head harness; to which they also attached ropes and weights. The rope and weights went over the side of the sling and hung down close to the floor. Like the nipples, everybody kept the weights swinging and dropping over and over again. Could this get any worse? OF COURSE IT COULD!!! The snout ring was done in like manner. I discovered that instead of using their hands to keep the weights swinging, they were using those paddles that we used to get at the store. The ones with a rubber ball attached with an elastic cord. I forget what they are called but you know what I'm referring to. The only two piercings not used in this fashion were the new dick bar and pubic ring.
I thought, ever so briefly, that I heard a muffled scream. Perhaps coming from another `boy'. If indeed it was a scream I heard, whomever it emitted from must have been getting the torture of his life; so far.
Throughout all the pain, I had forgotten about my hole. I struggled and eventually got the mind to see the hole and not to feel the other pains. Trey had gotten his slim arm inside of me, up to his elbow. Working ever so slowly as not to tear or rip me open inside. He would pull his arm out a bit and work it back in. I'm glad he wasn't one of those gym rats with big arms and lots of muscle. He had decent bicep and triceps muscle for being a swimmer like me, but not `ugly muscles'.
I felt his arm come all the way out of my body. Talk about feeling naked, incomplete, useless and alone. Geezish! I felt his hand once again at my hole, and then I felt his other hand. I was praying that Master had been supervising this event. One hand and arm was awesome but TWO of them. Oh my lord. How it ended up was, both hands inside, but only one arm at a time. When one arm was pulled back to the wrist, the other arm worked its magic. I was hoping that the arms where powered by the energizer bunny. How sick was that? NOT! Going and going and going.
When the electrical current surged through my body, even Trey's hands yanked themselves free; and that hurt a lot, as in a whole lot. I started to cry once the current had left my body. The electrical charge even scared Trey and I found out that some of the current went into him also. As I wept, lips from the bed slaves were kissing me everywhere on my body. I felt someone wipe up some of the dripping lube from my butt during the `intermission'. Odd as it may sound, I could tell which lips where those belonging to Cody. I focused on those lips and my crying slowed to a low whimper.
I could only assume that the other pleasure boys' were receiving the same treatment as I was. But, I never found out exactly what they endured. I will admit to you that I became very very scared when my nose detected the odor of alcohol in the area. Drinking and training don't ever mix well. I learned that only the masters without pleasure boys' were drinking at the time. But not to worry, their own bed slaves were servicing those masters in many other ways. Thankful that this weekend I was not the "center of attention".
The hands once again began their journey towards my soul. I flinched as the hands made their entrance at the same time wax was dripping onto my body. By the time they were done with the wax job, I don't think I had one square inch of skin left uncovered. Thankfully Master had seen proper to unclamp my catheter, this time the tube was put in place so that the piss flowed into my mouth. I was grateful for the moisture, which quenched my dry throat. How large were my insides now, I wondered. Was I bleeding or was I only feeling the grease flowing out of my hole. Had my ass lips gotten any bigger? I didn't care anymore, just as long as I could continue having the feelings of being full, of being normal. Affording me all of my hidden wants, needs and desires. This truly was a reality checkup. What else in my brain was I wanting and needing.
I was physically exhausted as well as mentally drained now. I don't know how long my hole was used or what. I just knew I was wiped out. Sweat was trying to leave my body but perhaps the wax kept most of it from escaping. I did however feel some sweat drip down from my pits. That part of the body stayed cool, at least. It didn't take long before the hands and arm were withdrawn from my hole before I got a good jolt of juice. I bucked so much that a lot of the blobs of wax began to fall off. Amen to that!
The piss tube was removed from my mouth. What's up with that? Geezish! Then to my surprise, the catheter was deflated and removed. Some one then strings my dick up by the two rings, just like the rest of me. A hand grabs hold of my dick and I feel cold lube entering my piss hole. Lots of it. Another cold sensation and again somebody was pushing a steel sound into my dick. I thought the damn thing was going to be sucked into my body, the way it went inside. The sound was stroked back and forth and twisted around and around. Each time one sound was taken out, more lube was put in and another, larger, sound was inserted. This is what Trey had earlier told my Master he would like to see. Holy dickhead, suckermouth!!! Each time the sound was twisted around; I felt that one strong muscle loosen up. You know, the muscle just inside your dick head. I prayed that who ever was doing the invasion would go slow but as usual that didn't happen to good. When he got to the size that wouldn't go in easy, he took a strong grip of my dick, and brutally forced the sound into me. I screamed like I was being burned at the stake. I felt liquid ooze down my dick shaft and just knew it was not the lube. I was bleeding a little bit, but then I felt the cool spray of anti-biotic on my dick and I worried no longer. That large sized sound was left in place for quite awhile before somebody got the damn thing sliding in and out, round and round. Odd how one of those large one feels when it is way down your dick shaft and touching another part of your body. The feeling is almost as good as the fisting; at least I think it is.
Then, not to be forgotten, they started in again on my weights, swinging them
and dropping them at the same time my dick training was going on. Damn, putting this experience on paper is making me sweat just like it did when it first happened. Wouldn't you just know it! The weights continued to swing, but the sound was left alone, briefly. I felt someone move the sound around and around, then left it alone again. While the weights were being batted around, some one flipped a switch and my dick was getting juiced from the inside out. The current didn't stop. The pain increased as I heaved up ugly stuff from my
stomach. I cried, screamed and thrashed about the best I could. Darkness came to my mind, as I couldn't feel, see, hear, taste or think. My mind and body were in limbo land, but I'm sure the training continued whether I knew it or
not.
End of Part 16
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