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Chapter 19
As soon as I got back inside, I went to my office - I didn't want to miss the 'conversation' Steve was going to have with his brother. The wooden paneling that hid the screens from sight revealed the same setup of equipment I had in my downtown office. It allowed me to monitor every room inside the house and had provided many hours of entertainment in the past. Edwards was rather inventive when it came to punishing his pet.
The screens flickered to life and the microphones started to pick up on the brothers' talking.
"... so you are telling me that you were in Mr. Townsend's office pissing and shitting all over yourself?"
"Yes, Steve, I couldn't help it, it... it just happened. It was horrible, I just stood there and it came out." Baby was sniffling. He was still bound to the chair and Steve was standing between his widespread legs looking down at him.
"And then? What happened then? You have to tell me everything, Richard, if I'm to help you."
With the finger of one hand he was tracing the odd shape of my pet's now modified clit.
"Do you have to do that? I really feel uncomfortable when you do that?"
"Just continue and don't mind what I'm doing."
Baby then told his brother about his first meeting with Matt, how with my help he got through his first night of incontinence, Albert's help the next morning and his visit to Matt's office.
"... and he was sticking all these weird things in my ass and dick. I really don't think that is normal. He told me about my condition and used a lot of medical terms, but this is beyond strange. I mean, look at what they did with my prick. And Daddy is always putting something in my pussy..." The further he commenced with the story, the more agitated he got; the more he got into his new 'role of being 'Baby' to his 'Daddy', calling his dick a pussy.
"What is your Daddy putting in your pussy?" Steve slowly stroked my pet's penis, encouraging him to continue his story.
"He used some frozen stuff from the freezer back there and stuffed my pussy with it."
"What happened after your trip to the doctor?" He had stopped petting Baby's crotch and went over to the freezer to look inside.
"They sent me to the hospital and then all I know is, when I woke up I had this thing stuck in my clitty and my titties were grown. My sac must have grown also, because my balls are hanging so low now and they hurt when I walk. I don't know, I can't really remember anything. All I know is that Albert and Daddy came to pick me up and brought me here."
Steve had returned from his excursion of my freezer with two logs of Crisco in his hand.
"Did he put this inside of you?"
"Looks like it, I think. But...?"
"Did he just push them inside of you?"
"No he used something to shove them in real deep. It was very uncomfortable. What are you...?"
"Just continue with your story. What happened when you got here?"
He found the grease-gun like device I had used to pack Baby's ass and carefully loaded it with the first log.
"They put water in my pussy and then made me feel things, really weird and they did something with my clitty... Steve you need to help me get away from here, please...Ahh....nghh....Steve what are you....no......stop...."
He yelled when Steve inserted the first log.
"Was that all that he put in your pussy?"
"Steve... please...no..."
"Answer me, Ricky. Was that all he put in you?"
"No, it was more...but..."
He reloaded with another log and swiftly pushed it in.
"More than that?"
"Please, don't do that to me..."
"More than that?"
"Yes, but ...Steve please, I'm your brother, you can't..."
Steve went back to the fridge and returned with two more logs of frozen fat.
"You know Ricky, even though you told me that you don't want all of this, I assume that you do have a problem, maybe unconsciously you really are into this. You are getting hard from having your ass stuffed - I mean, how weird is that?"
He shoved the other two logs into him in rapid succession, ignoring his brother's pleas to stop.
"What am I supposed to do with you? Look at yourself, your prick is speared with a metal tube, the tip is totally distended, your ass is always begging for stuffing - this is way out. Even your pussy is contracting all the time as if it wants more. I can't take you away from here yet; I couldn't give you what you need."
"Aagghhh...."
The plug he had taken from a tray was now effectively lodged in Baby's ass.
"You need diapers, wear lacy underwear, you need spankings - kiddo, I couldn't do that for you. You should be very grateful to your Daddy."
Baby was crying now, once more packed with the greased logs, plugged up like he should be.
"But I promise you, I will keep an eye on things and make sure nothing bad happens to you. I'll let Mr. Townsend know, that I want to see you at least three times a week. How does that sound? And maybe over time I can figure out a way to help you with your condition."
I decided that it was time to interrupt the two brothers now and went upstairs to see to my pet.
"So, did you have a nice talk with your brother, pet?" I went over to him and caressed his wet cheek.
"Baby, what's wrong? You don't have to cry now, Daddy is here. Nothing will happen to you."
Turning towards Steve I gave him a nod of approval when he held up the harness.
"Let's get the harness back on you and then you can go play for a bit. There is something Matt wants you to do."
Together we attached the harness; I removed the plug and quickly fastened the reliable diapers around his middle. I unbuckled him and helped him stand up.
"Let's go to the office, I got a computer set up for you, so you can work on that for a bit, It will take your mind of things and calm you down."
Taking his arm, I led him to the door to escort him downstairs to my office. I motioned Steve to stay upstairs and went out the door with my pet, watching his backside move down the stairs, eliciting crinkly sounds from his pretty diaper.
In my office I buckled him into his potty-chair; my subdued Baby was still trying to digest what his brother said and just let me do whatever I wanted.
"Now, you be a good pet and fill that diaper for Daddy. When I come back I want you do be done, okay? There is a document with some questions in the computer; Matt wants you to fill that out. He said that it is really important for your therapy to answer them.
Nobody will look at them, they are just for you to help you with things, put a password on the file to lock it and nobody will be able to read it."
Of course I didn't mention that a mirror copy for reviewing was saved on my system the moment he typed in the answers.
"Will you be all right if I leave you here by yourself? Or do you want me to stay with you?"
"I... I'll be okay..."
"You are such a good boy." I kissed his cheek and left him on his potty-chair to do what he was told.
The questionnaire was rather simple, Baby was required to describe the procedures he was subjected to, answering questions about any sexual feeling he derived from the various treatments. I wanted to know how he felt when his rectum emptied itself, how it felt when his clit got wet from peeing all over it, how it felt when the Crisco or a plug was inside of him, the feeling of his balls dangling between his legs when he walked, his tits when he was sucked and whatever else he was forced to endure. I was sure it would make for an interesting read tonight.
I went back to Steve who was waiting for me at the top of the stairs.
"Peter, I promised your little bitch that I will make you let me see him three times a week. I thought you could bring him over to my gym for his work-outs, I own one right around the corner from Barney's. What do you think?"
"Well, I told you yesterday that I want him to stay in shape, but you do realize he needs special exercises?"
"Of course, and seeing that I run what appears to be a normal gym, it should be especially hard for him to work out there. My clientele is used to seeing dog-boys, slaves and any other type of subs worked over. My trainer is a Domme and her assistant learns to become one. We have special attachments for almost every exercise machine and you would enjoy watching his work-out; you will have to be there the first couple of sessions so you can see if you like the way we train your pussy-boy. We will have him whipped into shape in no time."
"Actually that is a good idea, I was about to ask you about training equipment for the pet, but joining a gym might work just as well." I considered the impact of exercising in public on my pet.
"Why don't we go and have some lunch in the garden if you and your team are done with the equipment. The weather is so nice today, I'm sure Edwards has something prepared for us."
"Oh, thank you, I'm actually off today, so yeah, I'd love to join you for lunch."
We walked downstairs, past the library and went through the spacious kitchen towards the terrace at the back of the house.
"I assumed that Mr. Walker is going to join you and Nurse Albert for lunch. The table is set outside."
As always Edwards was the perfect butler, anticipating my wishes before I spoke them out loud.
"Thank you, Edwards, I think you can start serving in a couple of minutes."
"Of course, Sir."
We walked outside where Albert was already enjoying the sun, sitting at the table and picking on some vegetables.
"Hello Steve, how nice that you will join us for lunch," he genuinely liked the older brother of my pet.
"Albert, nice to see you again."
We both sat down, sipping cool drinks while Edwards served the salad.
"So, how is the afternoon planned? Anything you need me for?"
"Yes, Baby needs a bit of exercising, so I have a dog-sitter coming over and take him on a walk." I smiled thinking about the young trainer I had met at the club. He was a Dom in training to the owner there, Susan who was a real good friend of mine. After talking to Susan they both agreed to let me borrow him for a nice little session with my pet to train his outside behavior.
We spent the rest of our lunch talking about the further treatment of Baby and enjoyed the wonderful meal Edwards had prepared for us.
"I think it's time I go check on the pet. Albert, will you get his bottles ready, he needs to have his lunch."
"Sure thing, I'll prepare everything, just bring him upstairs when you're ready."
"Well, I need to get going now; I have some things to do today. Peter, just give me a call when you're ready to bring Ricky over for his work-out, so I can make sure my trainer has time."
"Thanks, Steve, I will. I really appreciate your help with this."
I smiled at him and shook his hand.
"No problem, after all, he is my brother. I need to make sure that he gets what he needs, right?"
He laughed, waved his hand a last time and disappeared inside the house to leave.
I went to the library to check on Baby.
"Are you done, pet?"
Startled he looked up from the computer and turned his head towards me.
"Yes...no.... I..."
"Well, no matter now, just save your file and you can continue tomorrow." I watched as he shut down the laptop and finally went to stand right behind him.
"Now, we need to go get you changed, right? I'm sure your diaper is really full." With a reassuring smile directed at him, I reached under the chair to feel if the diaper was loaded. It wasn't.
"You are being a naughty boy again, Baby. Why, your diaper is still empty, even though I told you to get all of that nasty stuff out of you." Disappointed I shook my head and started to unbuckle him.
"I...couldn't do it, Daddy." Although his small voice sounded really adorable, it couldn't mask his little act of defiance.
"I see. Well, we will change that in a minute." I took him by his arm, leading him towards the door, taking him upstairs to the nursery.
"Albert, we need to wait with his lunch a bit, there is something else we need to take care of first. Baby still needs to do his business before being fed."
Albert nodded his understanding and pulled a chair out for me to sit down on, giving me a rubber sheet to cover me from the waist down. He then helped Baby to get on my lap, straddling my legs, facing me.
"Now Baby, you will lean back against Albert, he will hold you up." The big nurse pulled the pet's back against him, in an almost lying position. I took his legs and pushed them over the arm-rests, spreading him out for me. I really wasn't looking forward to what I had to do now, but it was necessary for my pet to understand how important it was to follow my directions.
Spread widely on my lap, I opened the front flap of the diaper pulling it down a bit, making sure that there was enough of a pouch left right under his pink pussy.
"Now you will start pushing. For every minute it takes, you will receive ten strikes with the paddle and spent five minutes on the enema-chair. So, you better hurry and do your business. Don't forget to tell me when it'll start." I looked sternly at his unbelieving face.
"You can't mean to watch....No, Sir, please I can't..."
The slapping sound when my hand got in contact with his face was enough to shut him up. He closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.
"Look at me boy; you will not close your eyes. Now push."
I could tell he was struggling with himself, not wanting to humiliate himself any further and out of his own accord. He still had a lot to learn, he had to understand the necessity of humiliating himself to bring me pleasure, to actually crave doing it so I would be pleased.
The position he was in did help the process of evacuating along, the shiny grease was slowly starting to flow out of his pussy into the pouch of the diaper.
"One minute..." I tried to keep my voice emotionless, making it clear, that I was serious about his punishment.
His inner sphincter was still trying to keep the molten grease inside of him; the outer one was still nicely stretched around the acrylic tube, showing itself in all of its obscene beauty.
"Two minutes...20 strikes with the paddle, 10 minutes on the chair."
He was getting desperate now as the seconds were ticking by.
"Don't do this, please... I can't..." Tears were starting to fall again, slowly finding their way over his prominent cheek-bones to fall down on the soft mounds of flesh sitting on top of his hard pecs.
"Three minutes..." Finally he gave in. Making the most adorable grunting sounds, his face grimacing from concentrating on the task, he started to push the grease out of his hole, filling up the diaper.
"Good boy, push... that's my Baby." Knowing how hard this was for him, I encouraged him by caressing his smooth groin, slowly letting my fingers play with the wonderful clit staring at me.
Albert was carefully pulling on his nipples, holding them up by the enormous rings, making the breasts quiver with each pull.
"You're such a good pet, so obedient, look how all this nasty stuff wants to come out."
Baby looked down at his crotch, watching as he pushed the fatty mass out of his ass.
"Doesn't it feel better when your little boy-pussy is empty?"
He still stared down at himself, as if the procedure of shitting grease was the most fascinating thing he ever encountered, watching the clear fat being pushed out through the clear tubing inside of his ass.
"Of course you have once more forgotten to tell me that you had to make poopy, so you will get another 30 with the crop, directly on your pussy, and another 10 minutes on the chair."
"No...please...." He started to struggle, but being the experienced nurse that he was, Albert held him confined and dragged him to the spanking-horse, ignoring his struggles.
I got up, dropping the rubber-sheet with the remains of the diaper on the floor to help Albert secure the pet with the straps. We managed to force him into the right position even though he was trying to escape in earnest now.
Albert quickly locked the cuffs around Baby's wrist and pulled them tight against the front-legs of the wooden device. I got his legs and used the cuffs on the hind legs to make sure he wouldn't be able to run.
"Don't... let me go... you can't..." As much as I wanted to hear his screams when being punished, I didn't feel like listening to his whining anymore.
"Albert, we need a gag. I won't listen to this."
While Albert got the gag, I took the straps to tie my pet down more securely, making sure that his clit was lying in the little indention centered on the top of the horse. By the time I was finished there were several straps going over Baby's back, his legs were spread wide; the bench was over 20 inches in width, so he was displayed nicely. I removed the back- plate of the harness and took some wipes to get the grease off him.
"Albert, 30 on his butt, 30 on his pussy and if he acts up add another 20 on his balls."
I turned my back to Baby so he could see my disappointment with him. I waited for the whipping to begin, anticipating the sound of the paddle on his firm flesh, the wonderful red color his ass would be, the swollen and puffy ass lips protruding from between his crack. I would have to fuck him later, nobody would be able to resist those welcoming lips, beautifully framed by the heavy rings, all red and wanting.
"Slap."
"Slap."
The sounds he made around his gag were music in my ears, accompanied by the unique rhythm Albert set with the paddle. He used the big leather one with the studs, making sure that Baby would remember this spanking for quite some time. I turned my head a bit and saw the willow switch he would use to spank his hole, turning back I tried to keep my straining hard-on from erupting; it wouldn't do to come now. I needed to save my seed to breed my bitch. He would spend the night with his ass full of my come, I would make sure of that.
"Slap."
"Slap."
The whining noises had turned to muffled screams, ripped from an already sore throat in agony. I knew the treatment hurt, but it was necessary to get the boy to cooperate. He still had a long way to go.
"Slap."
"Slap."
"30 on his ass are done, Sir."
Albert's voice was deliberately kept emotionless; he didn't want to upset the pet more than necessary.
"Crack."
"Crack."
The howling sounds coming from Baby were nerve-wrecking. His hole must burn like fire and hurt like hell. This was a spanking he would never ever forget. The pain was surely excruciating for him.
"Crack."
"Crack."
On and on it went, the cries from Baby dying down - there was only so much pain that could be expressed. I finally turned back to look at him, his deep red ass, the welts not discernable in his crack, it was one mass of angry red.
"30 on his pussy are done, Sir."
"Good. Let's take him and clean him out, his sitter should be here soon."
Together we removed the straps, Baby didn't move at all, he was just a limp mass of flesh stretched over the horse, his face streaked with tears, his eyes puffy from crying so much. I took his face between my hands and softly stroked his hair.
"Are you being a good pet now?"
All he managed to do was give me a weak nod with his head, before closing his eyes, sighing that his torture was now finally over.
We carried him over to his new cleaning chair, strapping him in was really easy when he was not resisting. He didn't even flinch when he was impaled on the tube, even though it was much larger than the one that was on the proto-type at Barneys'.
"Albert, it's time for his lunch, Could you please feed him?"
"All right, Baby. I want a nice club-soda cinnamon one for you, we don't have much time. Then we go for ten minutes of brushing out and then give you a couple of minutes with lemon-juice."
I attached the cold soda-bottles to the connector, poured cinnamon oil into the valve and watched how the volatile mix was pressed into the helpless body strapped on the chair.
Albert had brought the feeding rack and was already forcing the contents of the first bottle into the pet.
With the press of a button the filling stopped and the tube was closed so he could retain his enema for a bit. As expected he started to cramp almost immediately. He squirmed, irritating his inflamed ass even more. He desperately tried to muffle his cries around the dildo-shaped nipple of his bottle, not wanting to annoy me further. Baby was splendid in his pain. After a couple of minutes I released the button and watched the black hose get in position to suck him empty. He gave a yelp of pain as the fluids were sucked out of his rectum in a matter of seconds. Giving him no time to relax, I pushed the button for the silicone brush and let it get to work on his insides. Another button pressed made sure, he was getting a nice steady current buzzing though his dick, causing a respectable erection.
Leaving the setting for the brush on a moderate level I went to help Albert clean up the mess, my pet had made before. While he was sucking down his third bottle heavily laced with a diuretic, we disposed the diaper, cleaned the rubber-sheet and went to get his collar and leash ready and a nice tail-plug for his precious cunt. To make sure he wouldn't act up with the dog-sitter I got some mittens for his hands, a spreader plate for his thighs and knee-pads to make sure he could crawl halfway comfortable. I knew the sitter would bring some toys for the dog to play with, so what I prepared should be enough.
I went back to my pet who was sporting a good sized hard-on, pre-cum dripping out of his tube, his lips closed around the dildo-nipple, making wonderful sucking noises. He was the epitome of a slut. I closed his valve to make him retain his cum, snapped a tight cock-ring around the base of his cock, making sure he would stay hard for a while. I stopped the brush, took some lemon-juice out of the fridge and filled him with a gallon of fluids to clean him out. When he started to sweat I emptied him once more and then only flushed him out with plain water. The cinnamon oil I had used on the first enema would provide him with a nice residual burning in his ass for at least another hour; there was no need to do more at this point.
Albert took him to the shower and hosed him down to get him ready for his appointment with the dog-sitter. He attached the collar and the leash and made Baby kneel down to attach the knee-pads that were strapped on above and below the knees to make sure his legs stayed in their bent position.
"You are going to go on a little walk outside now, boy; you need some exercise and fresh air." I pulled the mittens over his hands and finally pushed the 9 inch tail-plug in his unresisting hole.
Taking the leash I led him downstairs, smiling as I watched him struggle down the stairs on all fours, the tail sticking out of his ass wagging with each step. We had almost reached the bottom of the stairs when the door-bell rang. Edwards appeared as always out of nowhere to open the door and let the dog-sitter in.
"Hello, my name is Justin; I'm here to take your puppy on a walk?" The young man in front of me flashed a smile that made him appear even more charming. If I didn't know better, I would have mistaken him as an innocent high-school kid. He looked very young, his blond hair sticking out in all directions, dimples in his cheeks, scuffed jeans and a t- shirt, he looked like you everyday student.
"Is that him, what a nice doggy." He bent down to pet Baby on his back like one would do with a real one.
"Yes, that's him, I want you take him out for an hour, play with him and wear him out a bit." I smiled back at him. "He is always so energetic and enthusiastic."
"Sure. Shall I go to the park with him, or do want us to stay in the back-yard?"
"I think for today the back-yard is fine so you can see if things work out between you two." I gave him the leash and watched as he pulled my pet along towards the back-door, following Edwards to the yard.