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Chapter 23
By the time we reached the rather unobtrusive looking brick building in one of the industrial areas of the town, Baby had finished all four bottles with Albert's help. I parked the car at the far end of the parking lot and got out, waiting for my pet to follow suit. He did so rather slowly, his face flushed - he looked embarrassed and humiliated being forced to show himself in public with an enormous bulge around his waist that crinkled with every step and this massive steel contraption shoved down his pant leg.
We walked slowly towards the entrance, Albert as always, carrying the bag with the huge 'Diapers' print to make sure that everybody could guess the pet's condition. Opening both glass doors we let Baby step into the building, followed him in and entered an elaborate reception area. A good looking girl in a skimpy workout suit was sitting behind the desk curiously looking at us.
"We're here to see Mr. Walker. Please tell him his brother is here."
"Right away, Sir."
After giving Baby another intense stare she took the phone, dialed a number and told whomever was on the other end of the line that we were here.
"Would you please take a seat over there? Mr. Walker will be here in a minute." She smiled and gestured to a seating area with lounge chairs. We were barely seated when Steve came towards us, accompanied by a tall, beautiful woman and a huge muscular guy. He shook my hand, his eyes never leaving the pathetic figure that was his little brother.
"Peter, I'm so glad you decided to bring him here. Let me introduce you to the best trainer in town: Natasha." The tall, exceptionally well built woman stepped forward to greet me, while Steve turned his attention to Albert and Matt.
"I have heard a lot about my new student, Mr. Townsend. It is a pleasure to meet you, and it will be an even bigger pleasure to work with your boy. I am Natasha." Her voice was clipped with an undertone of steel that almost made me shiver.
"Has he been to a facility like this before?"
"I don't think so, Miss Natasha, we will have to ask the pet."
Baby was still rooted to the spot, somehow unable to move, obviously trying to understand what was happening around him.
"Baby?" I snapped my fingers at him, trying to get his attention. He stared at me uncomprehending, his mouth gaping open.
"I see that he is not the brightest one. Maybe we should just start him as a beginner."
Still looking at my overwhelmed pet, I had to agree.
"I think you're right. Think of him as a novice and treat him as such." Steve turned his attention back to Natasha, motioning her to step closer to the pet.
"Natasha, this is my little brother. I want you to take extra good care of him." The smile on his face was positively evil.
"Why don't you take him and get him something appropriate to wear, while I take these gentlemen around and show them the gym."
She gave a curt nod, and with a wave of her hand, the tall muscled guy came up behind Baby to lead him away.
"Mr. Townsend, what... Daddy!!!" Baby tried to fight of the strong grip on his waist, as he was being led away.
"Be a good boy now, my pet, and do what your trainers tell you to do." I shooed him away with a smile and shook my head in exasperation.
"I'm afraid that he still has a couple of things to learn. Albert, why don't you go with them and inform Miss Natasha about his special requirements?"
Albert quickly followed the trio and I watched them disappear through a door on the side.
"Don't worry, Peter, she knows what she is doing. You'll like the results, I promise," Steve said,
Leading us through another door onto the main floor of the gym. Steve continued animatedly chatting with Matt, who had yet to let the attractive guy out of his sight. This was interesting. Matt rarely showed that much interest in someone who was not strapped down on his surgery table.
The gym was equipped with every imaginable exercise-machine, set up by muscle groups, as Steve explained, but there were also comfortable looking lounge chairs everywhere.
"For the Masters of the pets we are training here. A lot of them want to watch how their toys behave while they are being exercised."
There were males and females working out on the machines, most of them dressed in regular work-out clothes, only one guy, chained to a treadmill was only clad in what seemed to be a leather pouch around his dick and balls. The guy sitting in the chair behind him was smiling at us, but keeping his eyes on the tight ass in front of him.
"Why don't we go over there and watch Ricky being changed into his workout outfit?"
Steve motioned towards a big window where a small group of four guys had assembled and watched what was going on behind the glass pane. We walked over and I saw Baby, Albert and Natasha standing in a men's locker room, arguing about something.
Steve switched a knob and we could hear the heated conversation. Natasha was standing in front of Baby, her hands on her waist - a real intimidating sight.
"If you don't want me to beat your ass until it bleeds, you better follow my orders. Strip. Now."
Albert went to my pet, taking hold of his jacket from behind carefully not to rip it, while pulling it down.
"You can't do this to me. I'll call the police. Stop this. I'm not doing this." Baby was trying to stop Albert, not seeing that Natasha pulled a whip seemingly out of nowhere and let it snap with a loud crack.
"Tom, get him restrained, I really don't have time for this." Her muscular assistant came to stand in front of the pet, who stared at the whip, not sure if she would actually use it on him.
Meanwhile, I was still wondering where she had that whip hidden; her skin-tight outfit really had shown no sign of her carrying it.
Tom took Baby's hands, cuffed his wrists and hooked them to a chain that pulled his arms up towards the ceiling and left him pretty much defenseless. I watched as his pants were pulled down, showing his diaper in all of its glory.
"These need to go too. Is it okay to remove them now, or do we need to plug him?" The trainer looked at Albert inquiringly.
"He should be good for at least another hour: after that he might have to go and will need his diaper again."
"Good. Then would you please remove it?" Albert went to carefully take the pet's diaper off, exposing his unusual genitals. He removed the weight on his balls to thread his sac through the hole of the diaper, letting his steel-encased scrotum hang freely.
Natasha went and gripped Baby's sac, weighing it in her hand.
"You can put the steel ball back on him for now; we will start with a warm-up of stretching and some cardio, so it won't be in the way. Tom, we need a sheath for his cock, a jock won't fit him."
She walked around the boy, unbuttoning his shirt and took his tits in her hand.
"These need to be secured when we work on the machines. We can't risk them to get hurt."
By now the assistant had returned with a bright pink scrap of cloth that he gave to Natasha.
"This is the color of our beginners, so every member in the club here knows to watch out for you. They are all very helpful towards the newbies, making sure you don't overdo it." She took his prick in hand and roughly pulled the small satin sheath over his cock, leaving his tip exposed. The sheath was tied around the waist and two more strings were pulled through his legs, on each side of his sac, running through his crack and tied firmly to the string around his waist. It displayed the huge head of his cocklet in a very erotic way.
"All right. Will you behave now, or do you still insist on acting up here?" She gave Baby a rather intimidating stare, which made him flinch involuntarily.
"I... no... You..." The pet stammered, still
"Good. Then let's get on the floor and start your work-out." She turned and walked towards the door, not once looking back: she clearly expected the others in the room to follow her. Once outside they went to a padded table, motioned to Tom, who then helped Baby to lie down on it.
"We'll do the stretching first." Without saying anything further, three of the guys that were standing in front of the window, walked over, positioning themselves at Baby's legs and arms.
"Okay, guys. Stretch him, but go easy, he is a beginner." She stepped back, allowing me, Matt and Steve a clear view of the table.
The three guys and Tom started to manipulate the pet's limbs, carefully stretching his legs to a full split, working his arms to warm up the muscles and then finally started to bend his body in the most unusual positions. They bend his legs back towards his head, exposing his rosy ass and hole; it was a truly beautiful view. I was getting hard, seeing my pet being handled like he was getting prepared for tantric sex. I could tell he was struggling to not fight against the four guys. Apparently he realized that they could easily overpower him, forcing him to submit to their treatment.
"That's enough, guys. Thanks for your help." Natasha stepped to the table again, pulled on the steel-ball attached to Baby's sac, making him move towards her.
"Let's see how you're doing on the cardio."
She pointed to one of the exercise bikes standing near the table.
"Tom will help you get on." The big muscled guy stepped behind the pet, reached down to the pet's knees and lifted him up. Baby's back was against Tom's chest, he was held open by his knees, almost like a real baby lifted by his mother to be seated on his potty for the first time. Only that it wasn't a potty that he would be seated on. The exercise bike sported a nice sized dildo instead of a saddle and Baby was pushed down onto it. The grimace on the pet's face showed that the rubber attachment went in real deep.
As soon as he was sitting on the bike, Natasha pulled two small chains from a bracket, attached them to his nipples and pulled them tight. It forced the pet to lean over the handle bars of the bike, in an almost racing position. A bungee cord was hooked to a ring on the frame of the bike and attached to the steel weight to put some more pressure on his already tortured balls. I watched tears rolling down my pet's cheeks, he truly was in pain. I also noticed his little clit getting hard, proof that he was a natural pain slut - a suspicion I had since he joined my household. It would take some more time for him to be able to admit to it, but the torture and humiliation were an absolute turn-on for him, although he might not consciously realize it just yet.
"All right. I want you to do 15 minutes on level two, make sure to keep an even speed." She took two wires, attached one to the saddle and one to his wand.
"If you slack off, a little shock will help you to stay at your set level, so make sure that once you start to choose a speed that you can keep over those 15 minutes." She stepped back, waiting for my pet to start pedaling.
I watched the pet slowly working up a nice tempo, despite his pained sac and stuffed ass. After a couple of minutes a light sweat was covering his back, he looked too sexy for words. It was pure torture for me, watching him getting all worked up and not being able to finally take him the way I wanted to. Yes, I had fucked his pussy, sucked his tits, milked his clit and fed him my juices, but he still had the last act of total possession ahead of him. I so hoped that he would soon be able to accept his new life, to really become mine.
"So what's next, Steve?" I turned back
"I thought we'll take him through some basic exercises for now. You know, pull-ups, sit-ups, that kind of thing."
Natasha stood next to the pet, carefully watching him while keeping her eyes on his ass. I don't think anybody can know how it feels to look at the backside of a truly gorgeous male specimen with his pussy stuffed, while riding a bike. It is a like a wet dream come true to see his sphincter muscle clench and unclench, trying to fight the intrusion yet unable to do so because the bodyweight makes it impossible. His ass-muscles were being worked through the pedaling, his muscled back was glistening under the lights, his strong thighs were moving with fluid grace, however the true center of his overall beauty was his cunt. Or more precisely: my cunt. Red, slightly swollen, protruding from his lightly bruised crack, adorned with two rings drawing attention to it. It was my pussy to do with as I pleased.
"You did good, boy." Natasha put her hand on the pet's shoulder signaling him to stop.
"Let's do something for your upper body now, so your legs can rest a bit."
She unhooked him and led Baby over to a horizontal bar, approximately eight feet above the ground.
"Show me how you handle pull-ups." Once more she hooked a bungee-cord to his ball weight, attaching the other end to a d-ring on the floor. Tom held a string with metal balls in his hand, waiting for her to finish with his balls, before handing it to her.
"We're going to use these, so make sure to squeeze tight." With that she pushed the balls against the pet's hole and inserted all four of them. I watched as ball after ball disappeared in my Baby's pussy, filling him with at least 16 pounds. He groaned in discomfort which earned him a sharp slap to his still red backside.
"I want you to hold them in while you're doing your pull-ups. This will keep your muscles nice and tight for your master." She stepped back to let Tom help the pet get a hold of the bar. Tom grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him up.
The view was breath-taking. The bungee-cord was visibly stretched; it would pull down his scrotum whenever he pulled up. His ass muscles were clenched real tight to prevent the steel balls from slipping out. Natasha encouraged Baby with a sharp slap of her crop, starting to count.
I assumed the pain on his balls must be excruciating and was amazed that his little pecker got hard again. When his sheathed clitty started to rise up towards his stomach, I opened the valve to his glands, allowing the pre-cum to slowly drip out of him. I couldn't help myself, I just had to move in front of him: touching his tip, carefully smearing the clear fluid around his bulging head. Maybe, just maybe I would let him come today.
His muscles were bulging with the strenuous work-out; his body was covered in sweat giving it a wonderful sheen. He gasped audibly each time he pulled his body up, stretching his sac to the maximum. He was beautiful beyond words. I would let him relax later, settle him between my legs so he could nurse on his Daddy's dick, while Albert would work on his ass.
All of a sudden my thoughts were rudely interrupted when my pet let go of the bar, dropped into a crouch on the floor and then, without a word of warning, attacked. He launched himself at the muscular assistant, downing him with a hard kick into the groin, making Tom double over from the pain. Before I could react one way or another, Baby shoved Natasha into one of the near standing lounge chairs and ran. Steve and Albert were the only two that went in pursuit of him; I was still standing there dumbfounded. I couldn't believe the pet would do something like that. I stared after them, watched as Baby disappeared behind a door, forcing his brother and Albert to stop.
"That's my office. He's locked himself in."
Finally I was able to move. I ran to the locked door, pulling on the handle as if this would force it open in some miraculous way.
"Break it open." I forced the words out between clenched teeth. He would so pay for this. I would take every dollar for this door out on his ass. I would make him regret even thinking about getting away. The time for being lenient with him was finally over. From now on I would use him as he needed to be used. If he thought that we had already reached the limit, he would be in for a big surprise.
Steve motioned to two of the bulky guys that had done the stretching exercises on the pet to help breaking the door open. It took a couple of minutes of hard kicks against the surface, close to the lock, before the heavy door finally opened with a slam against the wall. We rushed inside Steve's office, looking around, yet I could not see my pet.
"Bathroom." Steve motioned to another door at the back of the office.
Once again the guys went to work, forcing the door open with several well-aimed kicks. I motioned them to stop and walked to the door.
"Baby? Come on, stop being stupid and I promise you will not be punished too badly. Now, come out!"
Nothing. Not a single sound.
Carefully, to avoid splinters I stepped over the pieces of the broken door into the bathroom and was greeted only by a large, open window and no trace of my pet. I checked the shower to see if he was hiding there, even though I knew better.
He was gone.
Personal comment: Thanks to all of you who stayed with me and the story up to now, I enjoyed writing this story for you immensely and I do hope - if I write another one - that you'll come and join me again.
tony