Oh God, what were they doing to me now. All I could tell was that first one half of my body was lifted up and then the other. Under, over, around and thru they had placed thick leather straps. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. But, I was still laying there, face up, in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. I was getting to the point, mentally, that I didn't care what they did, what they were going to do. I felt safe, I felt as if I was wrapped in a blanket of security and comfort.
I was wondering about this `stranger', but I was not overly nervous nor was I frightened. I was sure that all that I had already been through would prepare me for anything they could send my way now. The hands of the stranger felt familiar as he played with all my new rings. I could, as well, feel Cody's soft hands rubbing my legs, as if he could sense that they were starting to cramp up a little. My sense of smell suddenly detected a familiar odor. Where had I smelt this, what was it, who did it belong to. My mind momentarily raced tracking down answers to these questions. The smell was cologne from the Banana Republic. The only time I had smelt it, was while I was in college. One of the guys on my swim team always used it, to excess at times. Oh well, at least I knew that I wasn't going insane. I had a couple of the answers anyway.
My mouth gag was removed, and it was great being able to suck down some large
quantities of air. The air seemed to of also been able to cool me down some. I wasn't sweating as much. My body started to move, first my upper parts then the lower. I was being hoisted off the floor. I could not actually tell much about what position I was in, except that my head was lower than the rest of the body. Now I knew whom the `stranger' was. He is the leather master that did my first body piercings. The feel of his fingers finally registered in the brain. Before I knew what was going on, he was using three fingers of each hand and pulling my hole apart, even more than it already had been stretched. I think he must of blown a mouthful of air into my ass, just be the feelings my brain was registering. This lasted but for a few minutes before he released his death grip on my puckered asshole muscles. I was not feeling Cody's hands at all. The grip next came to my nads and thing. I guess this guy was getting ready to replace my cinch band with the spikes from hell. I got the first part right. A wide band was put back in place, without the spikes. Thank you lord. I was expecting the plug or a dildo slammed into my ass to complete the situation, but my ass was left exposed to just feeling air flow over and into it. I was theorizing that my mouth was left free so that he could hear my moans and groans. I was wanting, needing, desiring to feel Cody touch me, but he wasn't, he didn't.
Now if you want a real strange feeling on your body, just imagine something being sprayed onto your nipples and whatever the chemical was, your nipples turn cold and go numb. Well, before I knew what was going on, numb nips or not, my nipple rings were removed and a taper pin was inserted into each nipple; expanding the original holes. The pins were shoved in far enough that I felt very uncomfortable and I was hoping the numbness would continue. But as the nipples came back to their natural feelings, the sensation was obvious but bearable. At least I was proud of myself for not crying out or screaming. But then again, perhaps this was a time when a slave should not have pride in one's
self. The same scene was performed on my ears and my snout ring. Then all was calm. I just tried to mentally arrange all my thoughts so I wouldn't feel the position of my body, as fatigue was taking hold. My ass crack was now being cleaned with some type of antiseptic stuff. The smell was one of those ` sterile' smells. There was a sudden pinch on an area of my skin somewhere between my asshole and my nad bag, just before a large needle speared me. As had been told to me a lot earlier in the week, this piercing was part of my transformation. Like the others, this ring was large diameter with the same size ball, but the thickness was twice what the others were. Now it hit me! The taper pins in the other holes were stretching them so that now they too would be thicker rings. Damn! The new earrings were twice as heavy as the original. But, my new snout ring was no longer small in size. It too, was large in diameter. It felt awful. Being in this position, he left it lying on the bridge of my nose, and I knew that when I was down on all fours the ring would hang down to my lower lip. I felt as if I was being transformed into some sort of freak. When one least expects it. Where in my life had I heard that before? The brain kicked into high gear. Right before it happened, I recalled what was to come. Without ceremony, I ended up with two more rings. One on each new half of my dickhead. Ok, mister, you can stop now, you fuck head!
My body was re-positioned to where my head was a little higher but still hanging backwards, my ass was lowered but the legs were pulled into the splits position. I felt something in my hole, but couldn't quite figure out what. Like, how could I? With all the plugs, the fuck machine working non-stop my hole was semi de-sensitized to something smaller. Oh man, a real blood flowing, slab of man meat was fucking me. His cock hit my love bud and I was drifting off into a blissful state. The trauma of the new rings, cinch ring or body position didn't matter. For this brief time, I felt alive, I felt `human'.
The cologne odor was once again strong, like real strong. With all that was happening I surprised myself by being able to smell anything at all. The smell
was right in front of my head. Somebody's cock was slapping my cheeks. I took that to mean whomever it was wanted me to open my mouth. I opened and prepared to swallow piss. For sure the cock didn't belong to Cody. This cock had hair, awful hair. After the cock was in my mouth I waited, but no piss. I started sucking and swallowing the cock. It got harder and harder. The piston motions began. Ahh yes, thank you, thank you. I'm finally getting to suck a dick. Sucking and fucking. This was nice. No not nice, this was great. The cock in my mouth went deeper with each stroke, and my gag reflex started to kick in but I got my breathing under control real fast. I didn't need to hear, didn' t need to see. All I needed was to feel and to taste. It wasn't long before the cock in my ass spunked globs of male nectar inside me. Then my mouth could feel the tight throbbing and convulsing of the last cock still inside me. The taste was awesome. It had been ages since I had tasted this nectar of the gods. Now it was Cody's turn. Cody didn't surprise me at all. I knew that with his cock in my mouth, all I would get would be his golden, hot, piss. Next to sperm, Cody's piss was like dessert.
My ass was raised high again. Higher this time, than the last. I was almost inverted. Fingers played again with my hole, while other hands twisted and turned all my new rings. The sensation of frozen logs again. One after an other,
logs were pushed into my hole. Gravity seemed to take over and the logs went in further than ever before. The butt plug was put back into place, but no pain went with the insertion, just a feeling of fullness. I was slowly lowered down, until I once again was on the floor. Six hands removed all the leather straps and the same six hands got me back onto my knees and hands. My bladder was getting full and I was hoping they would release the clamp on the catheter and let me piss, but that was not the case, just yet. I got my gag replaced and was left momentarily alone. The familiar movements with the gag and I knew that I was getting ready to swallow piss but not mine. Through the gag came torrents and torrents of piss. The remaining two males drained themselves into my mouth, just adding more for me to piss out of my body. My piss along with three males piss, made for an extended abdomen and I could feel it for sure. Once again, I was left briefly alone. It sure would be nice if they would allow my feet to return to the floor, but that never happened. I sure could feel the new rings. The weight of them was going to take some getting used to. The three new rings were obviously the most noticeable, with regards to being uncomfortable, or should I say slightly painful. The ring by my ass was there for a reason. I knew not all reasons, but I knew that I couldn't close my thighs at all. The ring prevented that.
Whatever day it was, I was just thinking of a few things, the changes in me. I had not been allowed to piss like a man, and I hadn't been allowed to use a
toilet to take a dump. It sure seemed strange, but good, that I hadn't felt the urge to dump all week long. But, the times like now, I felt the urge to piss. Bodily functions were no longer under my control, hell; nothing was under my control anymore.
I stayed in my proper position, trying to maintain every bit of control as I could. I was beginning to wonder when Master would be home. I wanted so much to smell, taste and feel him. I didn't have to wonder long.
The same six hands were on me, lifting me. I ended up on some sort of padded bench, so it seemed. They had actually picked me up and carefully placed me on this piece of apparatus. My chest felt the now familiar leather, as did my knees. My knees were separated by the main part of this bench. Whatever this was, left me no doubt that I was in for some serious training. My knees swung
further apart, as they somehow were able to move this part of the bench. If you were standing behind me, you would have been able to see the butt plug, guiche ring and the two new dick head rings. There must have been an indentation on the bench, which allowed my cock and balls to fit properly. I was thankful that my now larger nipple rings were beneath me, resting themselves on the bench; under the weight of my chest. I momentarily felt so comfortable, that I wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep. Did I eat today? I couldn't remember. All I knew was hunger.
The bench must have been designed with a lot of thought, for which I would later be quite thankful, indeed. Each arm was then raised off the bench and placed by itself on its own padded area. The arm was then strapped down, with straps above and below the elbow. Next the arm was moved so that it was straight out from the body. When the guys were done with my arms I sort of looked like the wings on an airplane. At least my hands were free to move a little bit. Keyword little bit'. J Each ankle was the released, be it ever so briefly, and allowed to drop down away from the upper thigh area. God that felt good for a minute or two; until cramps took over. My Cody, being attentive, massaged them vigorously. My butt felt cool air. Damn!! Who ever entered the room was greeted by my body; with my ass smiling' at them. I felt embarrassment and a bit ashamed.
My earplugs were removed (why?) and my brain was flooded with sound. Sounds coming from every direction. Loud sounds, muffled sounds, voices, and strange sound. Master spoke to Cody briefly, then spoke to the leather master who did
the piercings. Welcome relief came, when Master spoke to me. Master said that He continued to be pleased with my progress and the good reports He had gotten from Cody. Master told me that tonight I would experience a great deal. I should of become frightened by this, but I remained fairly calm. Masters voice had such effect on me. I honestly was a little excited by listening to Him. I was totally surprised when Master the fourth man in the room to remove my mouth gag. It was odd that the only sense I was left without was that of sight. The door opened again and now many voices were heard. The cool air remained flowing across my body, for which I was thankful. Then it struck me. This Must Be Friday!
Once again, each leg was raised. With the leg raised, each knee was `fitted'
with some sort of pad. Soft and certainly comfortable. It appeared that Master was, at this point, displaying an act of kindness towards me. Then each ankle was once again raised towards the upper calf and tied tightly towards my upper thigh. Gee, those ankle cuffs come in handy, now don't they. Pain returned as Master instructed someone to spread the legs out even further. I felt as if I was about to be split in half.
Master took hold of my nads, fondling them. Then, as before, Master wrapped leather around each one. Each nut was then pulled away from the body. Right nut , right side, etc. The free end of the leather was pulled tight and tied to
something, making me even more secure and less able (or likely) to move. Unless you have experienced this, you have no idea how much this hurt. The pain went all the way up the body and into my guts. My hands were then covered with leather. Whatever was covering them felt great at first. My hands were forced into a fist and the leather adjusted so that my fingers could not move. Master leaned forward and said; "now your hands look normal". Holy Shit!
"If I can have everyone's attention for a moment please" Master spoke. " I am pleased, now, to introduce you to my boy. I would ask that each slave here come forward and show his gratitude to `boy'. One by one, all the slaves present came forward and kissed me squarely on the lips. Two of the slaves where then commanded to get under my bench, .lay flat, face up. My tubing was finally connected to the catheter, but instead of the free end going back into my mouth, the end was placed into a fitting, which made two separate lines. These lines went into the mouths of the two slaves beneath me. The clamp was released and piss flowed. Flowed like water rushing over a dam. The absence of pressure in my bladder was a great relief. And, I didn't care a rat's ass, that those two slaves below were made to consume my piss.
I can only assume that Master allowed me to hear, only to further my humiliation and degradation. "Now I ask that my friends come forward and introduce themselves to boy" Master said. There was a shuffling sound and one by one each
master came forward. Each master stood up on a short stool. Each master then let loose a hot, solid stream of hot piss. Piss was sprayed from asshole to appetite. The smell was overwhelming. When I thought about it, I realized that the piss had to have fallen off of me and onto the two slaves beneath me. After all of the masters had finished greeting me, I was rinsed off by a flow of nice warm water. Slaves were commanded to then pat dry my body. This was becoming way too much for me. I felt weak, perhaps from lack of food. A serious burning pain landed squarely on my back. I knew it came not from a whip. Then more of the same pain, in floods they came. The masters were dripping hot candle wax all over my back. I couldn't move, but I sure let out some strange, weird sounds from my mouth. The wax then started to be dripped on my butt, not anywhere near my new guiche ring. From my butt, they moved to dripping wax on the soles of my feet. Once again, words cannot describe the pain this caused. Mentally I was crying out for Cody. I wanted and needed his comforting.
"I see that My slave has informed Me that dinner is ready to be served" Master announced. I was thankful that I would be left alone to recover. How could I be so stupid? Before they left, my body was once more greeted by hot wax. This time the wax was being dripped on the crown at the back of my head. As the hot wax was pooling, a large candle was set in place amidst the hot wax. As the wax cooled, the large candle was fixed into place. The candle was lit, and the room became silent. I was alone, or was I. I knew that if I moved my head, the hot wax would flow off the top of the candle onto my head. What a hell of a situation to be in. I heard a little bit of noise beneath me and realized that the two piss sucking slaves were still here. Then out of the blue, those two let out cries of pain. Their noise brought them some sort of punishment. So, therefore I was not alone; two slaves, myself and someone else. The third person in the room was Cody. I felt so much relief that he was here that I broke down and cried like a baby.
Why had Cody been left with me? Why was he not serving Master the evening meal? Cody came forward and kissed me on the lips. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I returned the kiss with passion and love. Cody reminded me not to move my head because the hot wax was beginning to pool up on top of the candle. He kissed me again and again. While the masters were eating Cody had been commanded to stay with me, to make sure all was safe, all was quiet. Cody was allowed to tell me what had been going on, what may or may not happen this night.
He reminded me that the number of masters here was seven. The number of slaves here was seven. But, he said something that startled me. There was another person here as well. He said that this other person was known to me. How could this be. Then it registered. The other person; the smell of that familiar cologne. The other person was Trey. From my college swim team. No fucking way. No, Never, Impossible. Cody spoke and told me that during all my emails and
phone calls between myself and Master that Master was able to get enough information about this other person'. As luck would have it, Trey was gay (as I had thought). Trey had, as I had, been surfing the net and came across the group of masters'. Trey was wanting to explore his options and his needs. Trey knew he too had limited sexual experience but he did know he was dominating, not submissive. Master and the others had invited him to visit for the weekend. Trey did not know about me, or that I was here. It was only when he arrived that Master had told him of me. Cody said that when Trey learned that I was here, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. That was a good feeling; but I was starting to yearn for and care about Cody. We shall see about mister Trey and how he stacks up learning about his wants and needs. But for me Cody is my savior and Master is my life's blood.
Voices returned, and all had been assembled. Master spoke of His gladness, that I had not spilled any wax during His absence. "We shall see if boy can continue to refrain from spilling the hot wax," said Master. The flame on the candle was extinguished, and the candle removed from my head. Before the wax had a chance to cool and harden, it was splashed beneath me, on to the two naked slaves. The screams seemed distant but vivid. I was glad, happy, and joyful that the wax was not splashed onto me. Whew... Thank you lord. Little splashes of hot wax, from new candles, landed on my back, directly over the spine. Again, the candles were placed into the hardening wax. I had a row of lit votive candles running the length of my back. AND, I knew that these candles did not really collect a lot of melted wax on the tops of them. "Trey, please come forward" Master more like commanded than just stating." Now, Trey, in order to see if you really want this lifestyle, need this lifestyle and desire the same; I want you to use this basket of clothespins on my boy. I want you to run a row of clothespins down each side of him. From his wrists down to his hips". For fuck sakes, not again. Once was enough. Hell, once was more than enough. I knew the pain of these pins. I also knew that I would not be able to maintain my position, my composure. By the time Trey was applying them to my pits, I was thrashing around, spilling the hot wax onto my back. With the wax so close to the skin, the pain was terrifying. I screamed, and cried. I wanted to `go home'. The attack continued on my body until both sides were adorned with the clothespins and my back was covered with wax. I cried like a baby , uncontrollable. "Most excellent" said Master. "Thank you" said Trey. The candle flames were extinguished and removed. Slaves were ordered to pick and peel the cooled wax from my body. The other masters came forward to look at, to touch my reddened back." Ok Cody", said Master. Cody kissed me passionately and then began to rub oil onto my back. My hanging cock began to harden and the nerve endings in my nads sent shock waves through my body.
Thankful that this part of my `training' was over; I could only hope that I had entertained the group enough for the night. I seemed not to be anymore humiliated now than the first time being naked in front of Master and Cody. But
Master had left the clothespins on my body, so my hopes were dashed. The night was not over, not by a long shot. Little did I know, more demanding, more torturous and painful things lay ahead. And all I wanted was food and sleep. Where was it written that I got what I wanted, when I wanted it.
End of Part Seven... of twenty-five
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