Master looked with amazement at the expression on my face. I suppose He thought that I would be glad to see Him and the ringmaster. I was always glad to see Master but not so the ringmaster. Seeing the ringmaster always meant, so far, more rings or bars in my body. I was not to be disappointed this time either.
Both men approached my body as Cody and Trey back off, making space for them.
Master told the ringmaster how pleased he was, seeing me look so well decorated and that all the adornments seemed to improve my `position' in my new world. The ringmaster produced a folder, which I hadn't seen before. Upon opening the folder he proceeded to speak with Master about the notes therein. They were talking about me as if I was not even present. In some ways I know that deep inside me, this is so true. Master can do with me, whatever He pleases to do. I knew that, and I still know that.
The main course of the conversation was about the existing rings and one bar.
Master had expressed His desire to have `grommets' in all the holes where the rings were. Master wanted the ears to have large holes. I had seen such holes on the younger boys in my school years. Some of the holes were like an inch around, or larger. Master also wanted a grommet in my nose and nipples. Yikes, this was beginning to sound like an all day affair with the ringmaster.
"What is disappointing," said my Master, "is that by now I thought that boys' bladder muscle would of stretched permanently, allowing all his piss to flow freely. But, as I can tell by the urine collected in his bag that this is not the case. I had wanted you to order a specialprinces wand' for his penis. Now, however, I see that I will have to do a small procedure to cut away some of the bladder muscle so he can piss freely. Regardless, I still want you to order a wand' for the boy'." The ringmaster understood, completely, what my Master wanted; without saying a word. "I want us to be able to control boys' urine 24 hours a day. I need the boy' to feel the submission of his complete bodily functions to the three of us." After saying what He did, Master produced the largest sound I had ever seen. Master made sure that I saw it, that I mentally felt it go inside, deep and penetrating my penis. The sound was as big, if not a little bigger, than a "Ball Park" brand plump hot dog; although the sound, of course, a lot longer than a hot dog. . The ringmaster took the sound and somehow knew the diameter of it, as he then laid the sound on top of my dick. He figure he was checking for length, when Master spoke, " I need the wand to be 1.25" longer than this sound. The ringmaster made a note of that in his folder. "It also has to be hollow down the center, so that boys' piss can travel through it. The end of the wand shall have a 1.25" ball of screw in style, and the bottom, `retaining' ball shall be of equal size."
The ringmaster spoke up with a gleeful sort of tone in his voice. " Indeed, an excellent decision. I think it will function and look like a million bucks, when installed on Your `boy'." It would take about 10 days for "Custom Steel" in the Midwest to make the wand. Master was pleased with that and then told the ringmaster that I would be cut and ready for the wand on the day it arrived.
"With all the work I have to do today and tomorrow, do You wish me to hold off on doing Your boy' until all the others are done? Spoke the ringmaster. " Some of the other masters and the other guest desire me to do some work on their boys', slaves; and the guest have planned a few rings while here." What `guest'? Damn, a three-ring circus coming or what? If I wasn't laying flat on this damn platform, I think I would have gotten up and run for my life.
Master roughly grabbed my dick. "NO! I don't want to wait until tomorrow. With all the work we give you, I would think that WE come before the invited guest. But I can understand where your thinking comes from. The least you could do would be to replace `boys' penis bar, before you tend to your other assignments" Now if I thought Master had been upset in the past, this burst of anger topped them all.
"Sorry Sir," said the ringmaster, " I meant no disrespect. I have boys' new bar and beads with me." With that said, the ringmaster produced a leather satchel and removed a plastic bag with my new bar and beads. Holy pain! Everything in that bag looked so large, so heavy. I took a fast glance towards Cody and Trey. Cody had sad puppy eyes, and Trey well what can I say. Trey had the largest grin on his face. The ringmaster produced one of those taper pins'
like last week. He unscrewed the large balls (beads) from my penis bar. With Master holding my dick straight up, the ringmaster took the taper pin and slowly began pushing it against the bar. The bar was coming out the left side of my dick as he continued pushing from the opposite side. I started fussing' and Master told me to "shut the fuck up". The taper pin came out the other side, just as Master caught the old bar in His hand. The ringmaster turned the pin around and around for several minutes, with only a little blood showing. Then I saw it, I really saw it. The new bar was two times as thick as the original bar; almost the size of a standard lead pencil. The ringmaster put a small coating of something on the new bar, and began pushing the bar against the taper pin. Master caught the taper pin as it fell free from my dick. The new bar was in. The pain was almost too much for any male. Then ringmaster handed one of the new beads to Master. Master held the ball right up to my face showing me just how fucking big they were. From my not having much experience with such things, I assumed that the beads were the same size as what Master had planned for mywand'. I couldn't understand why they had to be so big. Perhaps in time, Master would explain this to His boy'. One and a quarter inch balls were screwed into the bar and then Master let my dick fall forward, towards my nads. Master laughed loudly as the dick bar hit my scrotum. I lifted off the platform a little, as I had not expected the pain on my inflated sac. I guess it's the little' things too, that bring Master pleasure. " DAMN'" shouted Trey. " That is fantastic master, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Now I ask you, why was Trey thanking my Master? Satisfied, for now, Master turned to leave my stall and the ringmaster followed. Master said nothing to Cody, nothing to Trey. He just turned and left. A couple of minutes later Master returned. In His hand was the largest syringe I had ever laid my eyes on. He held it up high enough for me and the others to get a good look at it. The syringe was full of a clear fluid, which I learned was sterile water. There was no needle on the end of it, either. Master tossed Cody a small foil packet of sterile wipes. He had Cody wipe off the ends of my catheter. Master then took the syringe and hooked it to the input' tube of my plumbing. In one fast motion, Master pushed the water into my bladder. The water was ice cold! As fast, almost, as the water went in it came back out into my collection bag. " That was neat SIR, " said Cody. Master smiled at Cody, and then told him to perform the same procedure twice every thirty minutes. Cody was pleased that Master had given him the added assignment. Master handed Cody the second syringe and watched as Cody completed the job on my dick and bladder. Master told Cody that an ample supply of filled syringes was in the frig' located in the end storage room. Master again left the stall.
Trey came forward and grabbed my dick, and held it up straight. I lifted my head so I too could see what the final bar looked like. Trey began to shake my dick around in circles and stroking it up and down at the same time. This caused me a lot of pain, but I knew not to say anything, for fear of a whipping. All I could see was the beads going and going, around in circles; with the bright glare of the overhead light bouncing off the beads.
Cody came up to my head and forcefully pushed it back down to the platform. " You don't need to be looking boy ,'" he said. " A boy' does not need to see anything with his eyes. Master wants you to see with your mind, you dumb fuck, you." Cody yanked on my nose ring and then slammed my head back down again. Then he took my nipple rings and yanked and twisted on them. I decided to take a hard control on my emotions and expressions, and not give in to his tortures. I didn't move, flinch or cry out. I guess that upset Cody even more. He grabbed my pubic ring and did likewise. I'm glad that the ring was not as large as the others or he would of pulled me off the platform by my hips. Leaving my pubic ring he grasps my earrings and twisted them so hard I thought he was going to rip my ears off. What had gotten in to him? He let go of my earrings after about a minute then went off, verbally abusing Trey. While speaking to Trey, Cody took his hand and slapped my swollen scrotum, with expected results. The pain was so severe that, although I didn't scream or jump, my stomach churned and within seconds I was blowing chunks up and out onto my face and chest. "You fucking PIG! Cody yelled. He took his hand, scooped up most of the vomit and forced it back into my mouth. I swallowed it without emotion or hesitation. What was happening to my Cody? Was this some sort of tough guy `act' or what? Was he trying to impress Trey or me? I had never seen him like this. He stuck his hand and fingers to my mouth and I proceeded to lick them clean. I was more determined now, more than ever, not to show any sign of weakness while Cody was in this frame of mind.
"mister Trey" came a voice, the masters wish to speak with you up at the house in the library." Trey turned towards the voice saying, "very well, thanks. " Trey, none to gently, let my dick fall down onto my abdomen. So now, I was left alone in my stall with this newfound `demon'.
"Well, boy' it's just you and me for now. What do you think of that? Perhaps we can have a little fun, just the two of us." I thought to myself, fun' , just what does he consider fun'. He put his face right up to mine and stuck out his tongue and then proceeded to shove it into my mouth. He made no mention about the taste in my mouth from the just eaten chunks'. While tongue fucking my mouth, Cody took his right hand and was pounding away at the base of the buttplug. I was wishing that he would stop the pounding as the shockwaves continued. Why hadn't they released my ankles and legs? If they had of done that earlier, Cody would not of even seen my exposed buttplug. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and began a string of insults. I never would have expected him to talk to me like that. Satisfied that he had caused enough pain in my hole, he brought his hand to my face. He gently laid his hand on my cheek, then without warning, he backed his hand away returning it to my face with an evil power and my head went reeling. Is Cody on an `ego' trip or what? Please lord make him stop this!
Cody backed away from me briefly. He returned to my side, but now he was standing on something, which brought his waist higher than me. He pulled down his shorts and told me to look at him. I looked in his direction with sadness in
my eyes. Cody started in on me. " Do you like this boy?" Do you want this boy'? See, my cock looks normal, not yours. You are a pleasure slave and I need pleasing. Open up bitch!" I opened my mouth and from a short distance he started pissing. Some of the piss went down my throat, but I honestly think he was trying to humiliate me by pissing on my face and chest. Before his piss flow stopped, he had managed to leave a piss line all the way down to my dick. He was
standing there as proud as a strutting peacock. " I'd love to dump a big load of turds down your throat , but that will come later." He reached over me
and was able to get onto the platform with me. He was kneeling so that his butt hole was directly over my face. " Now, clean my ass you fucking bitch!" He lowered his butt, completely resting on my face. " If you think this is bad, just wait until the guests arrive and the party starts." I was frantically
licking his hole when he told me to get my tongue inside of him. I pushed into his hole easy enough and had expected to taste a `man log' or something. His hole was clean and I could really feel the softness of his insides. I wished that this softness would have been like his apparent change of attitude. While I was doing the licking and sucking on his hole, Cody was wrenching up some mighty large amounts of spit. He was spiting on my body every place he thought would bring humiliation to me. He then began to moan, twist and turn. Quickly he rose off of my face and got off the platform. Cody was stiff as a board. He must have been close to a climax, so he stopped my tongue worship in his ass. He pulled his shorts back up and just stood there for the longest time. I could see his penis soften and bunch up in his shorts.
"Well, I guess Trey is to busy, to good to help get the final arrangement of `boy' done. I don't need him anyway." It began to sound as if finally I understood Cody's frustrations. Cody was perhaps jealous.
`Saved by the bell', I thought; as the cute Asian slave came into my stall. The slave was covered from his shoulders as far down as my eyes would allow, with whip marks and even his face had been slapped around some. Man oh man, he must have been one of the ones that had gotten the worst of the punishment session, earlier today. Was this turning out to be a rough weekend, the " weekend from hell?" The slave made several nice comments to Cody about my body decorations and how well I was taking everything that he (Cody) and the others
we teaching me. He then proceeded to tell Cody that my stall smelt like piss. Cody laughed and told the slave what he had just done with me. The slave shook his head, without saying a word. The slave brought his hand up and gave Cody that feeding tube thing. He told Cody that he had been sent down with it from the house. He was instructed to give it to Cody, in turn Cody was to feed me that mushy stuff and then prepare my mouth hole for the evening. Mentally I was a wreck. I could never figure out what was next, what was I expected to deal with. Cody thanked the slave and he turned on his heels and left. I then got a good look at the slaves back. It appeared to me that he had taken a lot of strikes with the whip. His skin was almost broken in several places.
Cody set about, holding the feeding tube up to the light and then getting it real close to my face. " Now `boy', it's just you and me, here at your feeding. I'm not going to go slow with it, because time is running short. So, you had better swallow fast because once the mush starts into your mouth, I'm not going to stop the flow; GOT IT?" The tube only held about one or two cups of meal, but enough to choke me to death if I didn't swallow quickly. Cody put the tube on my tongue and started squeezing the big bulb. The mush began flowing out and all of a sudden Cody pushed the tube further into my mouth hole. For a brief moment I thought he was going to face fuck me with the damn thing. Once he had it in to the point where my gag reflex was taking control, he just held the tube there, still squeezing out the mush. He giggled then he quietly laughed at the sight in front of him. "I think Trey would perhaps go easier on you, but he ain't here now is he. Hurry up bitch and swallow this swill shit." I swallowed my meal, and then proceeded to cry like a baby. I was bewildered on Cody's abuse and his language towards me. Cody left me alone for a couple of minutes, but when he returned he had the two syringes to flush out my bladder. After he flushed it out, he tossed the syringes in my kit bag; bringing back with him that awful mouth spreader.
I knew what to expect, whether I liked it or not. "Hang in there boy', I' ll be right back; I need to find something dirty." When he returned, he was smiling like a stallion in heat. He brought the spreader to my face, "OPEN WIDE BOY'!" When he brought the spreader under my nose, is when I smelled the
odor of ass juice. He had shoved the tongue retainer up somebody's ass, and now he was going to put that in my mouth. I felt the retainer blade as it was firmly set on my tongue. Cody then put the mouth stretcher in place. He began to turn the two small screws and soon my jaw was held open, in place. "About 8 more turns of these screws and I could break your jaw, and then just tell Master I made a mistake. It might be worth a good whipping just to hear your jaw snap." Damn was he `coked' up or was he just trying to show me his sadistic side. Good judgment got the better of him and I was safe, for now. He walked behind me mumbling to himself. All of a sudden my ears could hear him sobbing. I wanted to speak but couldn't. I couldn't even if I could.
The crying stopped and he commented that he still had much to do to get me prepared, but first he came up to me, close and touching my body. He starred into my eyes. I could tell that he still had tears coming from his eyes. " I' m sorry, I'm really sorry. I have acted like a fool. I have acted out of loneliness. I have acted like a spoiled slave. Will you, can you, ever forgive me? " I blinked my eyes and shed a few tears when he apologized to me.
"I've got to hurry and get you ready. Master will be pissed if `boy' is not
ready upon His return. First I need to wipe your body down to get all my piss off." A warm damp cloth and Cody had me smelling normal in no time. "Now, according to this list in your kit, I have to put in some more grease logs. I
have to run down and get them." Run out, run in and he was back. He set the logs on my stomach and they were frozen for sure. I raised up and could see 4 more logs, which he had to get in. Out came the buttplug and he grabbed the first log. "I'm sorry, but this is going to be very uncomfortable for you. You already have four logs in your hole." He proceeded to get the four logs inside my body, my moans and body movements showing discomfort. He put the buttplug back in a little to fast and my lower body responded. "Sorry about that"
he said.
"Now I have to get you hooked up nice and proper, for Master. I need boy' to raise his hips and hold them up until I say to let them down." I raised the hips and he slid a three-inch wide leather strap underneath me. " Now raise your shoulders for me." In like manner I complied with his command. Another wide strap was slid under the shoulders, just like the hips. Now I heard him go off to the far corner and then I heard a strange loud noise. I figured out that what I was hearing was an electric motor. Along with the motor sound, I heard metal on metal' sounds.
"TEN MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME!" came a voice over some sort of speaker system. "Fuck Me." Cody shouted. Just then two slaves came into my stall. They asked Cody if he needed help and he told them to clean out the dirty straw and get fresh straw down. They began working frantically. One ran off to get the wheelbarrow while the other one reached the wall for the pitchfork. Cody came to my side holding a long metallic box. The box was attached to an electrical cord. He pushed a button on the box and the earlier noise I heard, was now directly overhead. Then I saw what was going on. The ceiling light had been concealing that which was above it. On the ceiling was a `track system' with pulleys and chains dangling from it. Cody attached a chain to each side of my new collar. One chain each for my wrists and likewise for my ankles. Chains were attached to each end of the straps underneath me. Cody pushed another button and I was raised up just about an inch from the platform. He shouted at the other slaves to move the platform to the rear of my stall. They moved the platform, removed the dirty straw beneath me and replaced all the straw with two bales of clean straw. "FIVE MINUTES UNTIL SHOWTIME" came the voice again. "Shit, damn, Cody said. What else did Cody have to do? Damn! Like ain't this enough? I was clean, plugged and hanging like a piece of meat; wasn't that enough.
All of a sudden I heard a roar, which sounded like I was standing next to a jet engine or something similar. The noise was on both sides of my head. With my head chained, I couldn't move to much to see, but I found out in a couple of seconds what the noise was. My eyes caught the wall moving on my left. I thought I was seeing things. I looked right and the same thing was happening. The walls were retracting. The front wall began to slide off to my right. Oh my God! I then saw what was to become sheer terror for others and myself. I saw the other three pleasure slaves. The walls had opened up so that all four of us could be seen together. All four of us could, perhaps, see each other.
"Don't be scarred and don't forget Master and I love you." Cody said to me. The two slaves that helped Cody scurried off to where ever. Cody took the control box and pushed a button and my legs went wide to almost splitting me in two. At least for now he didn't raise my legs. Just kept them wide and level. My arms likewise went wide. Cody carefully pushed some buttons so that my neck and lower back were well supported by the straps. Another button pushed and the chains holding my head lowered a few inches. Cody scooted between my legs, apparently checking for proper body height. One more adjustment and my whole body lowered about 3 inches. "You won't be given anything to dull the pain today. You won't be blindfolded nor will you lose your hearing. All of the masters desire, want and need the pleasure boys' to see, feel, hear, smell, taste and most of all suffer a bit tonight." Cody informed me. "I will be here the whole time to help Master and boy' should you need help. You will always have me within your eyesight and I will always be looking at you. There will be many people here tonight. They are all healthy and clean. This is the annual party for the employees at the "Center" and anyone who wants to come is invited. Most come to watch, listen and taste. Others come to participate with the masters. There is only one part of this evening that Master hopes you will not have to endure. I, like our Master, have seen what could happen with you, to you; and neither of us wants that to happen to you. BUT it is all in the `lucky draw' part of tonight's festivities. Just remember, when and if the pain is to much to bear, remember that Master, Trey and most of all I love you so much."
Soft, relaxing music began playing throughout the stable. Upon hearing the music Cody turned, got between my legs, facing away from me. He knelt between my legs and placed his head upon the fresh straw. Other than the music, not a sound, not a movement was made. Eerie feelings slowly came over me.
Still no movement, no sounds, no voices. I was physically ready, prepared for
tonight but my mind was not. I was trying to hard. I wanted to know more. But, I didn't need or desire to know more. Now that my head was secured even tighter I could move it right or left, up or down. I swallowed and discovered my mouth was already dry. I closed my eyes briefly to attempt to break what fear had begun to creep into my brain cells. I recalled what my eyes had seen just moments ago. To my right was one of the pleasure boys. He was hanging inverted, limbs wide spread. The slave with him, naked as well. The slave had his face buried in the boys' rectum. They both looked like statues, neither one of them moved a muscle. Across from me were the other two pleasure boys' . One of them was still attached to his platform and I could see his buttplug staring in my direction. He, too, was bound tight and wide. The other pleasure `boy' was in a full sling, suspended from the heavy overhead beam. There was a clear vinyl tube hanging down from the ceiling, near the center of his chest. Another vinyl tube, a really large one, was coming out of his butthole.
The distinct sound of voices came to my ears. As the voices got louder, I got
nervous. Strangers, here, tonight, now, SHIT! My eyes caught the first sights of the people. They came in my direction, all of them! There must have been at least 16 of them. I could have sworn that I heard female voices somewhere. I could have sworn, also, that I heard voices belonging to younger' than adults' as well. Sensory overload ran rapid within my mind, within my body.
I could now see the male guests as they were all around me, touching me, feeling me. I wondered if my piss bag was rapidly filling, as I felt the piss leaving my body this time. A couple of them began speaking to Cody, still humbled on his knees with bowed head. Hands were making themselves right at home with my body rings, all that is except my dick rings. A pair of eyes was giving those rings and my split dickhead a close inspection. Most, if not all, looked at my mouth spreader and made some sort of remark about how nice it would be, was going to be, to use my mouth during `target practice'.
Some of the males stepped back away from my body and went to inspect the other boys', while a few remained near me continuing their own close up and really personal' inspection. More voices heard coming in my direction. My eyes lit up when they saw Master approach. The guest stepped aside and allowed Master to get right next to me. Master gave my body a rapid once over and complimented Cody on his excellent prep work. Cody remained silent. Master put his hand on my head and then moved it to my face, in a caring manner.
What came next, confirmed my senses. " Dr and Mrs. Parker, this is my first boy'." Master spoke with authority. "I've owned him for only two weeks and already he has been an excellentboy'; obeying and learning well and promptly. If you decide to join our group, perhaps someday your family will have it' s own pleasure boy'. I'm sure that in North Dakota such a group is hard to come by, and if you decide to relocate your practice to Florida and join our health care corporation you and your family will be quite pleased and very happy." Here I was, as the others, and now a female was looking at, not touching my body. I prayed that she never would touch me and my prayers were answered. During her entire stay she not once touched me or the other boys'. Hell she didn't even touch a slave! Thank you Lord above!!!
"And here is my bed/house slave, Cody. I have had Cody with me now for over 5
years. He is the light of my life, the apple of my soul. I could not survive, today or any other day without him. I love him unconditionally. You will be
fortunate if you have such a person within your household some day. And, from what you have told me (us) I think you are on the right track, so to speak, in achieving that. Now then, which one of your fine lads did you say showed an interest in serving and which did you say was the more dominate one." Holy stud farm! What is this? Just a nightmare, I' sure. NOT!
"Master Trey, would you be so kind and bring the two boys up close so they can see and hear what we are saying," asked my Master. MASTER TREY? Since when? Why? How?
Next to me, on the opposite side of my Master stood Trey and two nice looking, tall males. I think they must have been seventeen or eighteen. Both dressed in expensive looking "Tommy" shirts. Nice hair and smelled of teenage cologne. Yuk! When Master gave them permission to touch me, I internally shuddered. Only one of them began touching me. The other just looked at me and attempted to look into my eyes, into my soul. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which one was the dominant one.
"Pete here is the more aggressive of the two boys. He is the one we caught a few years back, abusing his younger brother. Ever since then, he continues to boss his brother around. We put them in separate rooms but that didn't work to well, so my wife and I discussed the situation, came to the conclusion that our sons are meant to be different than most others. From what we have seen in this short of time here, we have made the right decision so far." Doctor Parker said with a fatherly' tone in his voice. "Regardless if one is dominate and the other a submissive slave of sorts, we as their parents love them, will always love them. And, we want for them, whatever is best for them. We are very open in our family with discussing sex, sexuality and the importance of safety when the two of them go off by themselves and do whatever it is they do together. Peter has such a limited amount of self-taught' experience, which we thought that he would learn a lot from being with us this weekend. And, as for Billy, well as you can see he would have to learn so much more than he already has."
Trey glanced in my direction with a smile and look of pride about him. I still wondered about the use of the word master' when I heard it used in that way. Perhaps my Master used the word to impress the Parkers, or perhaps used it to drive home the point that Pete Parker wanted, needed, desired to become a master. Just as Doctor Parker had used the term slave' when he talked about Billy. Nonetheless I had strange visions in my mind about the rest of today and tomorrow.
Master commanded Cody to rise. Cody rose and immediately went to Masters feet. Kneeling there waiting for Master to speak. Master stroked Cody's hair assuring Cody of His love for him. The Parkers looked on with smiling faces. Master brought Cody to his feet. Master wrapped His arms around Cody, and tenderly gave him a wonderful long hug, while at the same time kissing his warm soft lips.
After the display of affection, Master took hold of Cody's tank top and pulled it over his head and completely removed it. Next Master grasped Cody's waistband of his Dockers and slid them down and off of him. Cody didn't blink nor
flinch. I knew that Cody had to of been a little embarrassed by having Mrs. Parker see him naked. Not even thinking about the two sons also looking on as well. "Well Dr. Parker, you and the Mrs have a lot to see here today and to
learn about should you desire to do so. I will tell you that I won't be accompanying you during this next part of the party. Each master will be staying with his slave and his `pleasure boy'. Master Trey will also be staying here
with me as well. If you would like, you may leave your two sons here to observe and learn and then they can move on to the next `boy' or meet up with you later on. The other slaves and their masters will most likely be outside, preparing a most delicious BBQ for our guests. Feel free to partake of the food and beverage whenever you desire. And also, I do believe that some of the horses are saddled and ready to go if you care to take a nice trail ride. It' s your decision." How sweet, cute, was that little chat from my Master . I was hoping that the entire Parker family would move on, do their look around, eat, drink and then leave. Doctor and Misses Parker took their two boys and moved out of my eyesight, out of my hearing. The two boys returned, without the parents.
End of Part Nineteen
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