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Chapter 21
The next morning came much too early for me. I had stayed up a bit longer, trying to set up a fixed schedule for the pet, one that would help him to adjust faster to his new life. I went directly to the dining room where Albert was already busy eating his breakfast.
"Good morning, Peter."
"Good morning, Albert. How'd you sleep?"
"Great! That water-bed in your guest-room really is a treat. If you don't watch it, it'll probably end up in my apartment one day." I made a quick mental note to have one delivered to Albert's address: it was the least I could do for him.
"Did you already check in on Baby?"
He gave me a guilty smile and shook his head.
"No, I thought I'd take it a bit slower today. But he should be alright. I hooked him up to a heart-rate monitor last night, so that I would know if he leaves the allowed range. He didn't."
"Good. Sounds encouraging: his body is getting used to the abuse."
I sat down and started devouring the generous feast in front of me with great appetite. After we finished almost everything Edwards had prepared for us, Albert and me lingered a while over a last cup of coffee, while Edwards's toy cleared off the table under the stern eye of his master.
"Well, are you ready to go upstairs?"
"Yes, let's take care of the boy."
We got up and went upstairs to the still dark nursery. The nursery, like the bathroom and the examination room, was soundproofed and the windows could be closed off with custom-ordered shades that didn't let any light in. I flicked the switch at the door and the drapes slowly opened to let the sun in. The picture presented to us had me hard in seconds.
Baby hung suspended from the ceiling, obviously asleep. His balls were stretched almost to his knees. His body had clearly decided on the pain of the stretching rather than trying to prevent it. His diaper was visibly sagging down, the load in it making it a victim of gravity. The wide-spread legs made for a delicious picture, showing the submission of his body. He was exposed, sleeping despite the pain in his balls, and looked the embodiment of the innocent virgin boy that had been forced into becoming a debauched slut. I loved seeing him like that.
Albert unhooked his balls from the cord and we lowered him to the bed. Baby came slowly awake, blinking his eyes, trying to orient himself.
"Good morning, boy. Ready to start your day?" I smiled at him and opened his restraints.
"What..."
"Say: 'good morning, Daddy, good morning, Albert,' like a good boy, and thank us for taking you down."
"I..." The slap resounded loudly in the quiet room.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" "No... I... Good morning, Daddy. Good morning, Albert. Thanks for taking me down from this."
He looked a bit shocked at my rough treatment so early in the morning, but I had decided to speed up the learning process a bit. I wanted a well-trained pet as soon as possible.
"Good morning Baby Ricky. I hope you had a good night?" Albert helped him to get up into a sitting position, his diapers making a lovely crinkling sound despite their sogginess.
I took the remote to shut off the stimulation of the implant and closed the valves of the wand. I didn't want him to piss involuntarily.
"Let's get you cleaned up then."
We took him by the arms and half carried him to the bathroom. He slumped back on the changing table, still too exhausted from his over-night ordeal. After we had him restrained, Albert folded part of the table down, so he could get to his diaper.
"Oh my, what a mess you made, boy. I'm glad we used two diapers." He pulled the soggy mess away from his body: the diaper was really filled to maximum capacity. I handed Albert the baby wipes to clean his ass and a wet washrag to help get rid of the smelly mess on his skin. When most of it was cleaned away, I could see the red color of his still irritated skin. Just as I wanted it. Baby would have a very uncomfortable day ahead of him.
"You want me to remove the harness?"
"Yes, I think that's a good idea, it will just be in the way when he gets the later treatments."
I prepared the enema equipment and decided to use a warm pepper enema to really get him clean. While I hung the large bag from the IV-stand, Albert had finished with his cleaning. I took the soft tube and slowly pushed it into the stretched hole and gently massaged his abdomen to help him relax. His skin was warm and incredibly soft.
"No... Daddy, please not this again."
"Shh... Baby, you do want all that nasty stuff to come out of you."
The first 15 inches went in easily: he really was getting used to it, and I slowed down for the last five to let him breathe deeply before I started the solution.
"We need to see if you can hold more than yesterday or we won't be able to really use the chair to its full potential." Albert helped me to loosen the restraints so Baby could roll onto his side. This would make holding the high volume enema a lot easier. I opened the valve and the liquid started to fill his intestines. The pepper would give him a nice tingling feeling inside, not too harsh but also not too mild.
After about 5 minutes the bag was empty and I went to refill it. I didn't think he would be able to take much more, but it was worth a try. Albert was rolling him to his other side, gently rubbing his swollen belly to relax him. Almost another quart went in before the flow stopped. I carefully removed the tubing and used a heavy steel plug to help him retain the enema.
"I think he can have his breakfast now, while he is holding it in."
Today Edwards had prepared the five bottles Baby would have to drink down, so I called the kitchen through the intercom, asking Edwards to bring them upstairs.
After two minutes Edwards appeared at the door, holding a tray with the large bottles filled with the nourishing mixture that would help my pet to keep up his strength. Albert took the first one and attached a long and large dildo-shaped nipple on it that Baby would have to deep-throat to get fed.
He slowly pushed it down into Baby's mouth, stroking his throat to keep him from gagging.
"Good boy. Come on. Just a bit more and it's in. Relax your throat; it needs to go in deeper..."
It was great actually watching my pet swallowing almost nine inches of rubber just to get food. He would soon be ready to take cock the same way. I might even give it a first try tonight.
His throat was working frantically around the dildo, obediently sucking down the first part of his breakfast. By the time he was done with the bottle, it was also time to let him release his first enema. Albert guided him to the shower and watched as Baby went down to hover over the drain without further assistance from him. He grunted and heaved to get all the water out of him, but it still took several minutes. Finally he lay back, panting, his face flushed from the exertion. He got on all fours and pushed himself back onto the wall-faucet, looking up at Albert who, after giving me a look of surprise, opened the tap. He repeated the routine until the water coming out of the pet was clear and could be showered.
"All right. Time to finish your breakfast, pet." We got him back to the table, and Albert went to the exam-room to prepare everything for the punishment, while I fed my pet, holding his hand.
"You are such a good little boy today." I was stroking his hair, amazed of how submissive he was this early in the morning.
"We need to go next door now. Albert is waiting for us."
"Please Daddy; don't put these frozen things in my pussy. They hurt." He looked at me, his big baby-blue eyes begging me not to.
"We'll see if we need to. Okay Baby? I can't promise you, but maybe I can talk to Dr. Jackson and we can use something else." I'd already made up my mind that I would use warmed bananas for his stuffing: they made for such a wonderful mess.
"Everything ready for the milking, Albert?"
"Yes, we can start right away."
Baby was made to kneel on a table, his ass sticking out in the air and his head lowered to the flat surface. The guiche rings that held his crack spread open were gleaming under the bright lights, it would be a pleasure to massage his prostate and tugging at the rings at the same time. I pulled on a rubber-glove and carefully lubed it up. Albert took up position next to table, ready to help the pet deflate his dick in case he got erect. I shoved two fingers into him, which elicited a grunt from the pet and started to massage the nub inside his ass. After a minute passed, it was obvious that Baby was starting to enjoy the prostate massage, as his clit began to stiffen. Albert picked up a thin leather whip and smacked the head of Baby's cock, causing the pet to cry out in pain as the tube was propagating the impact down his shaft. The half-swollen cock quickly went limp around the tubing again.
I patiently continued probing the rectum, occasionally withdrawing my fingers to add more lube. Baby's cock twitched a few times, but it didn't harden again. Albert's punishment had worked well.
About 10 minutes passed before a glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of the steel tube. I smiled as the fluid slowly dripped to the table, the pet was breathing heavily now, obviously frustrated by the lack of stimulation to his penis.
A full 15 minutes had passed, and a considerable pool of pre-cum had collected on the table beneath the boy. Baby's ass was completely loosened, allowing me to slip a third finger into the relaxed sphincter. A prostate massage for milking had to be done relaxed and unhurried. Still, I wondered how long it would take before the pet's cum started to spill out of the wand. I continued working on the small nub, and then motioned to Albert to help. He placed the index and middle finger on the underside of Baby's cock and gently moved the two lubed fingers along the shaft, slowly working up to the head. Then he repeated the act, using a feathery light touch that barely caused the massaged cock to move. I marveled at the delicacy of the act. Almost 20 minutes had passed since the pet was positioned on the table. Albert still ran his fingers slowly along the underside of Baby's flaccid cock more than a dozen times, each time causing more pre-cum to leak out. Just when I wondered if he would never cum, a small glob of white semen slowly emerged from the tip and dripped to the surface of the table. The pet showed no sign of pleasure, just continuing to breathe heavily, although I could feel his anus tighten around my fingers. I marveled at the casual nature of the event, so different from an ordinarily ejaculation. He would derive no pleasure from a normally pleasurable act.
Albert didn't vary his motions, still continuing to glide his two fingers along the bottom of the prick, stopping before he reached the enormous head. Each time the fingers reached the spot below his crown, another small glob of semen oozed from the steel opening and dropped to the table. After a dozen more strokes, it was obvious that no more semen would come out and I pulled my fingers out of the pet's ass with an indecent plopping sound.
"You did really good, my pet." I almost regretted what we had to do now; he was being such a precious boy.
Albert led him to the spanking bench and strapped him down. He took the flogger and started to count out the strokes while I sat at Baby's head, forcing his head up so he could look at me while I told him why he was being punished.
"I'm really sorry we have to do this, Baby, but you didn't follow the rules I gave you yesterday. I told you to ask every two hours for permission to suck a man's cock. This is a real important rule, because, as you know, you don't have a cock anymore, you have a beautiful girly clitty now. To remind your body what a cock is like, you need to get used to having a man's cock in you because it will give you the protein with the sperm that you need to ingest."
Crack.
"Nineteen."
Crack.
"Twenty."
Albert changed instruments and started to beat the pet's pussy with the switch. The pet was howling from the pain now, trying to escape my grasp, but I was holding his head firmly.
"Believe me; this hurts me more than you. But your pussy needs to be reminded what its purpose is. You have to open it for me, have it available to be penetrated, so it has to be clean and empty. Only I put anything in it, so when I tell you to empty it, you need to do that right away. And if you can't, you need to come to me to ask me for help to get it empty."
Even though his eyes were glazed over from the pain, his breaths were huge sobs, I was sure he understood me well.
Smack.
"Twenty."
"It's almost over now, just a bit more."
I helped Albert to turn the pet over on his back, his ankles were attached to a wide spreader bar on the floor, he was bent backwards so his shoulders rested on the table. We secured his chest and arms before Albert brought the spanking board that allowed him to stretch Baby's sac down and fasten the balls on it before he attached it to a fitting in the floor. His ball-sac was now presented prominently and could be whipped without inflicting pain on his thighs. I used duct tape to fasten his upward bent dick to his stomach, making sure that Albert wouldn't accidentally hit him there.
"Now, whenever your two hours are up, you will kneel down in front of me, Albert or Edwards and ask: Please let me drink your man-juice. If Dr. Jackson is here, you can also ask him if he will help you out."
Baby was trying to thrash around in his bonds, even though his balls were drained, they were still overly sensitive due to the extreme stretching from the night before. Albert knew what he was doing, so the whipping wasn't all that hard, but still painful.
"Nineteen. Twenty."
"It's over now, my pet."
Albert put the whip away, and we let Baby lay on the table to regain his senses. I unfastened the board, unfastened him and gently helped him to sit up. His tear-streaked face was flushed, competing with the dark, deep red of his ass and balls.
"Why are you hurting me..." He sobbed, teardrops falling on my hands that held him. I pulled him into a comforting embrace, stroking his back, trying to soothe him.
"You need the discipline my pet, your body needs this. Look at how slutty your tits are. All hard nipples, milk leaking from them and your cock is hard again." And it was. The ball whipping had forced an erection under the restraints of the duct tape. I peeled it off with one hand, while still holding him.
"Look what your clitty is doing. It's all red and stiff, the head is really big and swollen."
"I don't..."
"Yes, Baby, you do want this. Dr. Jackson said that you will have a hard time admitting it, but this is the only thing you really want and need. And isn't better if I do this instead of some stranger? Now, dry your tears, so we can get you ready for the day, okay?" I gave him a tissue from a near-by stand and watched as he slowly got up.
"Get on your chair, so we can finish up in here." He slumped down on the chair, automatically putting his legs into the stirrups, waiting for me to spread him once more. Albert attached the restraints again, pushing him wide open.
I went to the fridge to get out nine bananas, peeled them and put them in a microwave to warm them up. I didn't want to make it more unpleasant than necessary. When the microwave pinged, I took them and put them into an over-sized syringe with a wide nozzle that allowed me to push the mushy fruits into him.
"You will like this my boy, it's all healthy and really good for you." I slipped a slow acting laxative suppository into him before I pressed the stuffing deep into his ass. Albert handed me the harness to fasten around him, including the back-plate that would allow me to keep the mashed fruit inside of him until I felt he should evacuate it. I used a thick steel plug to make sure he wouldn't leak, controlled the settings on the remote again to make sure the valves were all closed. Baby would be allowed to go without a diaper for the next hour.
"See, now you are all snug and tight, we don't even need a diaper. Isn't that great?"
I reached for the ball restraint to fasten it around the base of his sac. I positioned it, so the open clamp was pointing backwards, pulled his balls down, bent them over the horizontal bar and pulled them back up towards his groin. I carefully closed the clamp, making sure his balls were sitting tightly on each side at the base of his cock. They were still swollen and red, so I would leave the infusion for later.
He carefully got off the chair, the unfamiliar weight and size of the custom-made butt- plug making him stand bow-legged. It weighed one a half pounds and was 3 inches in diameter. The additional weight from the clamp would help him keep his focus between his legs, just as it was supposed to be. Albert held up one of the pink training-bras with the half cups and I fastened it around his chest, making sure his nipples were comfortably resting in the small longish bulge.
"Well, my pet, we have an appointment with the tailor in a bit, so why don't you run along and get more familiar with the house. I'll call you as soon as he is here to get you measured for some suits." I patted his rump and steered him out of the exam room.
"Albert, will you lock up here, Baby can't be in here by himself, we don't want anything bad happen to him."
"Sure, Mr. Townsend. I'll make sure he won't get in trouble."
"Baby, there is one room downstairs you're not allowed to go in. It's at the end of the hall; the door almost looks like the wall-paneling. I don't want you to go in there under any circumstances."
I really hoped that Baby would find the concealed door on the first floor that led to my dungeon. Once he opened it and stepped into the room, it would close behind him and could not be re-opened without the right code. And of course, his punishment for disobeying me would have to be administered there. I would love to have him down there, my golden boy in the darkness of the torture chamber...
I left Albert to straighten out Baby's rooms and went downstairs to find Edwards. He was in the kitchen as usual, his pet, stretched over the table getting a sound caning. He stopped when he saw me and asked if there was something I needed.
"Edwards, a tailor will be coming at 9 o'clock to measure the pet for some suits. Please show him into the library when he is here."
"Of course, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, not at the moment. If my pet wanders in here and does anything to displease you, just let him taste your cane. Not too much though, he already had his morning whipping."
"I see. As you wish, Sir. Will that be all Sir?
"Yes, thank you Edwards."
As I turned to leave, Edwards turned back towards his boy and continued to apply himself to the task at hand, whipping the boy's backside with hard strokes.
I went to the library to check if I needed to prepare something for the tailor. It might be a good idea to get some of the more exotic toys and a couple of diapers, so the pants could be measured to fit when Baby was wearing them. He would not be allowed out of the house without a diaper so I went upstairs to the nursery to get everything the tailor would need. Nicole had recommended him to me, as someone who did first-class 'normal clothing' but his custom-made stuff was supposedly the best there was. He would have no qualms about measuring the pet in the state he was in. I would have to ask him about leather though, I had a couple of ideas that I wanted to see realized for Baby.
Albert was still busy cleaning up when I reached the exam-room.
"Peter, is there anything you need?" He stopped to look at me inquiringly.
"Actually yes. The tailor will be here in a bit, and I thought to get some of the things that he would have to take into account when measuring the pet. Like his diapers and plugs. I thought to have them ready downstairs, so we can get done in time and go to the gym."
"Let me help you get that stuff together. Do you want what he is wearing in public to be obvious or more discreet?"
"Obvious for now. I think I'll take the dildo with the navigation handle, the big one with the pressure base, the steel ones with the screw-on plate and the cock locker rubber beads."
"I think that should do it for his ass, what about his ball toys? Will the clamp be enough or will you also make him wear crushers when he goes out?"
"He might have to wear the humbler once in a while and I will make him wear the steel nut vice and the crusher plates. So I need these too, thanks for reminding me."
I took all of the toys and the diapers back to the library and set them on a table for later. I was wondering where my pet had wandered off to, when I heard his loud yells. Ah, he had reached the kitchen.
It didn't take much longer until the doorbell rang. Edwards came into the library, dragging my pet by the ear, closely followed by the tailor and his assistant.
"Sir, Mr. Benton, the tailor is here."
"Thank you Edwards, also for bringing my boy here."
I got up and shook Mr. Benton's hand.
"I'm so glad you could come on such a short notice. As you can see, my pet needs some suitable clothes for going into public. I need some suits, shirts, pretty much everything. Think you can help me?"
He gave me a big jovial grin, his eyes never leaving Baby. His body must be a feast for the eyes of every tailor. Tall and muscular in all the right places, no disgusting hair on him, the color of his ass a deep red, loudly announcing to everyone that he had gotten a good whipping recently.
"All right pet, why don't you stand right here, so Mr. Benton can take your measurements?" I pulled him to the center of the room, right in front of one of the big leather chairs so that I would have a good view of the procedure.
I watched as Mr. Benton got his tape out, his assistant, a slim and delicate looking blonde in his early twenties, got a notebook signaling his boss that he was ready to begin.