Reality Checkup Part Eight
written by the SanibelBoys
"Ok, everybody; let's take a short break so that Cody and your slaves can get our new boy ready for the next step of his initiation into our group. I'm sure that you will all agree that `boy' has done fairly well, up to this point ", said Master.
Cody came to me, after Master and the others had exited the room. "You are getting ready to experience a lot of pain now `boy'. I have only heard what is
next for you, but I imagine you will be screaming out quite a bit." Now we must reposition part of the body so just lay quiet and I will be talking to you as things progress." I am so happy that you are here. You have no idea just how happy." Could Cody be falling in love with me? If so, won't Master be upset?
My back legs, again, were lowered. This time they remained horizontal, resting on a padded area. I heard the sound of chains. Slaves were now chaining my legs into place. Wrapping chains around just above the ankles, just below the knees and to the upper thigh region. Each leg was done identical, and the legs still remained obscenely separated.
Although the arms had been strapped down already, the straps were removed and
chains replaced the leather. Feeling the cold steel on my body, I figured out that I was really going to get some pain, from someone, from something. I couldn't move my fingers anymore to protest, due to my new leather hands. All
the chains were pulled snug and made secure.
A chain was now draped over my lower back and upper back. Then they too, were
attached somewhere and tightened. All the chains were tight, so tight that you couldn't even slip a finger between the chain and my skin.
Cody returned to my head and raised it off the padded bench, holding it in a natural position. Slaves then attached chains to my collar. The chains went above me, towards the ceiling. As the slaves were affixing the chains, I felt the head portion of the bench lower and seemingly disappear. Now my head was just `hanging by chains' but there appeared to be no stress on my neck. Once more I felt the bench move. This time the whole bench was moving, moving downward. Now my head was being pulled up so that my mouth was like, um, half way between horizontal and vertical. The two slaves that were beneath the bench swallowing my piss were still there; still and silent.
Cody came and whispered to me, that he had to now go and tell Master that I was ready to receive their love and training. Love... Hum... I guess if they hated me, things would already be a lot worse. "Well done Cody" Master said. boy' looks great, now. "But, Cody you forgot to replace boys' earplugs." Cody apologized for his shortcomings and knew
that he would be punished for forgetting.
The first feeling, which came to me, was someone twisting and removing the butt plug. Relief. With the amount of air I could feel blowing in to my hole, I knew that the hole was gapping wide open. This was now a normal' feeling. This was now to be the normal' appearance of the hole when it was empty. Fingers once again were pulling at the `lips' of my hole. This time, the pulling was not painful but something triggered my brain to allow the feeling to be more sensual.
Then the pain started. The clothespins, which were placed on the body earlier, were now starting to be removed. Fuck, did that hurt. But, as a handful of them were taken off, one would be added. Added to the puckered lips of my asshole. This brought about screams and tears and begging to be let free. Cody was in my ear, like I could feel his breath. " Steady `boy', you have along way to go before it's all over." My stomach would of tossed out all of its' contents if it contained any. The pain was gut wrenching. By the time the body was free of clothespins, the asshole was completely decorated with them. I could feel the small amount of weight from them make my hole become overly sensitive; even to the air moving around and in my hole.J I even think my hole was attempting to suck air inside, just to get relief from all the pain. I couldn't move, so I did my best to absorb the pain and humiliation.
Someone came and put their hands on my head. I then felt cold steel at my lips. The steel was pressed into my mouth and I prayed that the metal didn't (wouldn't) chip my teeth. There was some sort of movement and my mouth began to open, to spread. My jaws began to ache as this steel monster violated me. Finally my jaw couldn't move any wide and the monster ceased the attack on my mouth. "Oh look, `boys' shedding tears" someone said. I wanted to say something, if I could of, but thankfully I couldn't, nor really would of. Something was pressed firmly onto my tongue. What ever it was created a dull sensation and then the tongue was pulled out of my mouth. The tongue was clamped and held firmly outside my mouth. Perhaps even tied to the bench or floor.
Since Cody had forgotten to put in my earplugs, I heard his punishment at this time. I was severe to say the least. He cried, as did I. He was ordered to the all fours position near my head. He had to spread his legs wide, and then Master shoved `my' butt plug into his ass in one strong and hard push. Cody screamed and I felt bad for him. I assumed that he had long since not have to endure something like this. Some of the masters were screaming at their slaves to "wipe that fucking smurk off your worthless face." I heard the swish of leather, which must of landed on some of the slaves' bodies. Muffled sobs came forth, but no screams. Whew, I'm not the only one getting worked on.
Cody stopped crying and I immediately felt better. I told myself that I would
never do anything to cause him any more pain. I couldn't find it in me, to allow him to take punishment for something like that again.
Fingers were brushing' aside the pins at my hole and then those same fingers starting to enter my body. Two, three then four fingers. Going in and out around and around. Was fisting the next order of business, I wondered. Then something was raping my mouth. It sure wasn't human. The long dildo had been brought back into my life and my training. When, whoever, pulled his fingers out of my ass, the dildo was pushed further into my mouth. When the dildo was pulled out, the fingers were pushed back into my ass. Over and over this continued. It wasn't long before the fist was completely inside of me. My mind and pain center had forgotten all about those damn clothespins by now. With the fist and dildo working in rhythm' another twist was added. Two people were now on either side of me; tugging at the cords, which were still attached to each nut. Soon the tugging was also in rhythm. Fist, Dildo, Tug. Fist, Dildo, Tug. On and on this went. Then without even a hint, each of the bottoms of my feet were getting caned. Now all I wanted to do was die. The pain was so bad, the body wanted to jerk away, to run away. Like all the rest this too fell in line with the rest. Fist, dildo, tug, feet. Over and over and never once did they loose track of what order my body was to receive these inflictions of horror and pain. My eyes were watering from choking on the dildo, my cock was hard from the fisting, my nads were feeling like they had been stretched a foot and my feet felt as if someone was holding them in a raging fire. Thank goodness this couldn't last forever. The one good thing about the infliction of pain. There was a small hesitation between, for example, the dildo went in went out; but had to wait until the other three training functions were done before the dildo went back in my mouth. None the less, the tempo at which things were happening was not a slow one. My hole was really getting a work out. I could tell that the fist was meeting up with the thawing Crisco logs. Two times that I know of; the fist opened up and grab a soft log and withdrew it from my ass. Thus making a little more space for the fist and arm. Whap, whap.. a heavy leather strap was hitting my back, in TWO different places. Fuck this hurt so bad that I thought the straps were peeling my skin off. Then the brain spit out a question. What part of this training was Trey involved with? Was Trey on the sidelines just watching? I didn't have the answer to the questions, YET. Where was Cody? Is he alright?
No time to answer any of them, that's for sure. With everything going on I sure had to return to the pain, even if I didn't want to. Riding crops were now
striking my butt cheeks. One crop for each side. Finally when my mouth was empty, I hurled out something. Vomit was even coming out of my nose. Oh, please let me drown in my own vomit and end this torture. Could these humans think of anything else to teach me, to train me with, to torture me with.
Slowly each part of the lesson was stopped. I think they stopped in reverse order. And the speed at which the remaining lessons went; slowed down rapidly.
By the time the last thrust of the dildo left my mouth and the fist was removed I didn't think I was getting air into my lungs. I refused, now, to quit breathing. I sucked in as much air as I could, slowly but surely I returned to
full awareness. Not much of me was without pain. "GET OVER HERE CODY!" shouted Master. Cody must of left my side and went to Master. "Cody, since you seem to like boy', I want you to lick and suck this masters hand and arm clean. And clean it spotless. No grease or ass juice shall remain on this master." When Cody had completed his task I heard him speak. " Thank you master Trey" he said. Cody returned to my side. "Now Cody, fair is fair, and I think that boy' should clean his own butt plug once you take it out of your own ass" Master commanded. Someone released my tongue from its torturous bindings and Cody yelped as the plug came out of his ass. As Cody brought the plug near my mouth, he whispered "sorry". He then held it up under my nose and it smelt bad. I had kept my tongue out, so all Cody had to do was to lay the plug on it and my tongue started to clean everything off. Vile was the taste, and vulgar was the smell, but I had sworn to myself not to get Cody punished anymore, so I licked it all clean as Cody spun the plug around and over my tongue. The clothespins were removed from my ass ring and each of the other slaves was commanded to lick, clean and suck my ass clean. That part of training was heavenly, `trust me' . The straps attached to my nuts were removed. Pain rushed into each nut like
they were running a race to see which could hurt more. I could of sworn that my sac was now stretched way below the end of my dick. The chains were removed, but I dare not move because fear of hurting more was vivid in my mind. The two piss drinking slaves were ordered out from below. The steel mouth trap was taken out and my head was once again resting on a padded surface. Now I could start to relax a little.
I waited to hear Masters voice, but that never happened. "Now it is time for the others to receive their thanks for helping tonight" some one said. I could hear the rustling and shuffling of feet, going away from me. All the slaves had moved to a far wall, kneeling, ass up, head to the ground. Each master had a whip or paddle in his hand and each commenced to work the ass of their slave. Screams, sobs, whimpering,cries all came from the slaves. Then silence. What came next surprised me, although it should not have. Each of the masters took out his cock and pissed on his own slave. Where was Cody? Was this happening to him? God I hope and pray not. I heard the rush of water hitting the floor, as a hose was rinsing the slaves off.
"Cody, you stay here and get the boy' ready for his meal and sleep while the rest of us go outside for a break and then we all shall be off to bed." Master had finally spoken. His voice was like velvet to my ears." I shall return and help you with anything that is left to do before we retire for the night, but I should most likely leave Trey here to help you out with boy'. He desires and wants the experience" With that said all left the room except Cody and Trey. Oh God, No more please God, no more pain tonight, I beg you.
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