This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 6
Pat brought us both breakfast, when he arrived. We sat together and ate and
made small talk. I had no radio or TV and wanted to know what was happening in
the world outside these walls. He filled me in.
He told me it was a beautiful, warm day so I opted to go out and sit in the
courtyard, at least for a while. Pat took me to the door and let me out. He
told me that he had work to do, but would check on me from time to time.
I took along a book that he had brought me the other day. I intended on just
relaxing and enjoying the fresh air.
Now that I didn't have those fucking eye pieces I could really look around. The
courtyard was quite large. There were 10 dog runs that came out about 10 feet
from the building and were spaced evenly apart. There were big black dogs in
each run. They were vicious, lunging at the run fencing when I went to go over
to take a look, so I stayed away.
There was a small gazebo, with a padded bench in the centre of the yard. I
headed for it, it looked like a perfect place to just relax.
It turned out to be great, the padded bench was very comfortable. From the
amount of the book I had read I would estimate I had been out there for about an
hour when my bladder started nagging at me.
I got up and looked around for a toilet. I walked all around the courtyard
trying all the doors. They were all locked, there was no toilet.
Not far from the Gazebo, was the tree that Pete had taken me to piss against
yesterday. I figured, what the hell I was the only one out there. I walked
up to the tree and let it go. I shook good then went back to my bench.
Another hour or so went by and I was beginning to get thirsty. Being in the
courtyard was nice but there were no services out here. I was just beginning
to wish that I had stayed inside when I sensed someone watching me.
I jumped up and looked around. Charlie was standing just outside the Gazebo.
He had a couple of bottles of beer in his hand. I went down to my knees as
soon as I saw him, and looked down to the ground.
"Relax, Dink. I brought you a drink. Pat is busy right now. He told me you
were out here and he figured you would be thirsty by now." he said in a very
friendly manner.
I got up off my knees and stood there as he entered the Gazebo.
"Yes Sir, I was getting a bit dry, thank you, Sir." I said in my politest, most
respectful voice.
He handed me a beer and told me to sit down and relax. I took the proffered
bottle and thanked him. I took a swig of the beer, I don't like beer and it was
all I could do to keep from making a bad face. Charlie knew that I did not like
beer, I'm sure that's why he brought it. I didn't want to piss him off, and
refusing the beer surely would do that. So I just drank the damned thing
quietly.
Charlie sat down in a padded chair that was a mate to the bench. Now that he
had sat, I did so as well. He had already given me permission to sit, but
prudence made me wait. I sat down on the edge of the bench.
"Do you realize Dink that you still have not paid me any of the debt you owe
me?" he asked casually.
I had a mouth full of beer at that moment and almost spit it across the Gazebo.
He had taken me completely by surprise. I instantly began to shake a little.
Something dreadful was coming I just knew it.
"I see a look of surprise on you face, Dink. You didn't think I would forget
your debt did you?" he asked, still in a very calm, friendly voice.
"Ah......no.... ah.. Sir, I didn't Sir. But I thought my being your slave
would wipe out the debt, Sir." I stumbled and muttered, unable to think
clearly.
"Oh it is quite impossible for me to forget that debt, Dink, it is far too much
money now. Let's see...." he said, pulling a small note pad from his shirt
pocket.
"Mmmm, it has been 7 weeks, Dink. $115.25 @ 100% interest per week,
compounded, that brings your total debit now owing too..$14,752.00." he said
with a smile.
My heart skipped a beat and then almost stopped beating all together. It just
wasn't possible for me to owe him that much money. It was only a few beers and
four steak dinners for gods sake. I hadn't ordered any of it, it was all his
doing, and now he wanted $14,752.00.
"Oh my, are you ok Dink?" he asked in a very concerned voice.
"Ah, yes Sir, I am fine, Sir." I said, shaking even worse than before.
"Good, had me concerned there for a second, you turned absolutely white." he
smiled.
"I don't know how I am ever going to pay that debt, Master Charlie, Sir. I no
longer have a job. I am your slave and have no income, Sir. You are not
going to beat me again are you, Sir?" I asked fearfully through quivering lips
while tears started to roll down my cheeks.
"Relax, relax, Dink. Don't go getting yourself upset. No I am not going to
beat you, at least not for the debt. No, no, I am going to give you a chance
to pay it down. You would like to pay it down wouldn't you?" he asked.
"Oh yes Sir, I want to pay it down Sir. Thank you for not beating me Sir." I
stuttered incoherently.
"Good boy. Tonight I am having a small party. Some old friends will be in
town and when they come we like to get together to rehash old times and quaff a
few beers. I would like you to entertain my guests, Dink. Would you do that
for me?" he asked.
"Ah, yes Sir, but I am not a very good entertainer, Sir. I am not very good at
singing or dancing." I answered still in a kind of daze.
"Oh but you are an excellent entertainer, Dink. I want you to entertain my
guests by being Dinky doggie. They will love it, and I will strike off half of
your debt as a kind of thank you for putting yourself out for me. How does that
sound?" he said
I knew it, Dinky fucking doggie, and a room full of his sick friends. It was
going to be hell night. I had no choice. He was using the money to try and
make me feel better about the whole thing, but it wasn't.
"Whatever you want Master Charlie, Sir I will do." I answered resignedly.
I lifted the beer to my lips and took a long haul, I had to get my system calmed
down.
"I just knew I could count on you Dink. You will have a great time tonight, it
is not all work you know. These are a great bunch of guys and they will love
you." he said smiling jovially.
"Yes Sir, I am sure I will, Sir." I answered, knowing that was bullshit.
"To get you ready, Pete and Larry will give you some training this afternoon.
I want you to know exactly what will be going down and how you should respond to
each situation."
"Thank you Sir, that would be a big help." I said, lying through my teeth.
"Well enjoy the rest of your morning, and here I didn't drink this, you might as
well have it." he said handing me his beer.
I thanked him even though I didn't want it.
"Oh, one other thing," he said after he had stood up, "You were seen pissing
against that tree out there. That is a very poor way for a grown man to behave
Dink. In fact I am very insulted that you would piss against one of my
beautiful trees."
"But I had to go Sir and couldn't find a toilet. Pete made me use the tree
yesterday, so I figured that it would be alright today, Sir." I defended
myself.
"Well it was not alright, Dink. Dogs piss against tree's, grown men don't.
You are going to have to be punished for such disgusting behavior. I will let
you know later what that punishment will be." saying that he turned and left
the Gazebo.
I watched him go. My legs were still trembling as he opened the door and went
into the building.
The bastard had me. He had forced me to voluntarily agree to go to his fucking
torture party, I was sure that's what it would be. He also had someone watching
me. He was going to punish me for pissing against a tree, the same fucking
tree that yesterday he had one of his boys force me to piss against.
I sat back down on the bench, a perfectly wonderful morning had just been
completely ruined. On top of that I still had my half bottle of beer to drink
and then would have to drink his. Damn I hated beer.
I was sure that if I tried pouring them onto the grass he would know and I would
get punished for that too. There was only one thing to do, I placed my bottle
to my lips and chug-a-lugged it down. Ya don't get to taste it that way, so I
lifted his bottle up and chug-a-lugged it as well. There, both fucking gone and
I could now relax.
I lay back on the bench and closed my eyes. The sun felt good against my bare
chest. I dreamed of the days when I was free, laying on a beach just soaking
up the rays. I was sailing away, lost in those wonderful dreams, when my
bladder started to complain. My eyes popped open right away and I said out
loud.
"Oh fuck."
I forgot, there ain't no toilet out here. Charlie has also made it quite clear
that I am not to go around pissing willy nilly in his courtyard. How long would
it be before Pat would come to get me? I would be willing to bet that it was
only around 10 am and no one would come until around 12.
Shit, I had just chug-a-lugged two beers. My bladder was going to be in one
sorry state by noon hour. Hell it was in one sorry state now.
I lay my head back and tried not to think about my bladder. The more I tried
not to think about it, the more I thought about it, and the more I thought
about it, the more insistent it became that I empty it.
I had to go so bad I couldn't lay there any longer. I had to get up. I
wandered out of the Gazebo and around the courtyard. But my bladder was having
none of that, it still wanted to go. I held onto the end of my dick, it
seemed to help. I rocked back and forth from leg to leg, but that really
didn't help, other than to pass a few more minutes.
I had to go so bad I was just about out of my mind. I had decided that
punishment or no punishment I was going to piss against that tree again. I
started to make my way towards it when my bladder said, "fuck you jerk," and
started emptying as I walked.
My hand was still squeezing the end of my dick, but the piss forced its way out.
Now I had piss all over my hand, crotch and legs. I let go of my dick in
surprise and a big, hot stream shot out in front of me. Well dink head, I
thought, another punishment coming your way.
No sooner did I finish emptying my bladder then the door opened and Pat came
out. Wouldn't you fucking no it. A couple of more seconds and I could have
avoided another punishment.
He walked right over to me. I must have been crying before my bladder let go,
because he asked me.
"What's wrong Dink? Why the tears?"
I looked him in the eye and then began to laugh hysterically. I laughed and
laughed. He just stood there gaping at me. He must have thought I had lost my
mind. When I finally got the laughing under control I told him.
He shook his head. "You really know how to bring the walls tumbling down on
yourself. You know that the spotter is going to tell him and he will probably
punish you."
I explained that I had used the tree earlier, that Charlie was not happy about
it and said he was going to punish me. I then told him about the beer and that
I had chug-a-lugged them. Then I told him that I was a complete fucking idiot.
He smiled at that, shook his head yes, in agreement, then asked me if I was
ready to go back inside. I said yes and in we went.
After the warmth of the sunshine, my bare skin found it rather cool inside the
building. I gave a little shiver as we were entering the cell room.
"Are you cold?" Pat asked.
"A little chilly, Pat. It is cool in here compared to that warm sun." I
answered.
"You will adjust again shortly Dink, but if you feel chilled let me know and we
will bump up the heat in here."
"Ok." I answered.
"I have a couple of more chores to do before lunch time, Dink. I am going to
leave you alone. I won't lock you in the cell, but you must promise to behave
yourself.? he said seriously.
"I'll behave." I answered.
"I hope so, because if you do anything stupid, I will be on a plane to a slave
auction by one o'clock this afternoon. Charlie has left it entirely up to me
whether to lock you in the cell or not. Please don't let me down Dink. Slaves
that end up in that auction are dead within two months of leaving here."
I was shocked by this. His life was on the line for letting me stay outside
the cell. My love for him was growing in leaps and bounds.
"I promise on my life, Pat. I will do nothing that will get you sent away." I
swore as I kissed him on the cheek.
"I didn't think you would, Dink. I trust you completely." he kissed me back,
but on the lips.
"See you in about and hour and we can have lunch together." he said as he exited
from the cell room.
He locked the cell room door though. I didn't give a shit, I had the whole cell
room, the cell and the washroom all to myself. I could go anywhere in these
rooms that I wanted. I didn't need to ask permission or have someone take me.
I felt great.
When my bladder let go, I got piss not only on my hand, but also all over my
groin and legs. I decided that a nice, long, hot shower would be great, so off
I went to the washroom.
When I entered the washroom the first thing I noticed was that a door, located
on the right wall, that had always been closed and locked, was now sitting wide
open. I went over and looked through. It led down a small hallway. At the
end of the hallway was another door, that door was also open.
My heart really started to beat quickly now and my breathing became rushed.
That door led outside. I could see some grass and the sun shining on it. I
could escape, I had an hour to get away. I started to go out the door, but
then came to a stop.
I couldn't go. If I went, whether I got away or not, Pat would be on a plane
to his death, and I would be responsible. If it had been Pete or Larry I don't
think I would have thought twice, I would have gone. But Pat, Pat had never
once done anything to hurt me. In fact it was always him that patched me up.
It was always him that was there when I needed someone.
No, I would die before I would betray him. I grabbed the door knob and pulled
the door closed. I walked away, turned and looked back longingly for a few
minutes. I shook my head, turned and went to the shower.
I must have spent a good 45 minutes under the shower. I actually was afraid to
get out. Afraid that I might abandon my friend and take that doorway to
freedom. But finally I couldn't stay under the water any longer and shut it
off. I dried myself down good and headed back to the cell room, not even
daring to look towards that door.
Pat arrived with lunch a few moments after I had returned to the cell room.
We sat down to eat.
"Pat." I said.
"Yes Dink?" he answered.
"Pat there is a door in the washroom. It is unlocked and it leads outside.
Pat I wanted to leave so badly." tears were falling down my cheeks.
"It was all I could do to force myself to stay. I just couldn't stand the
thought of Charlie putting you on a plane and sending you to die a horrible
death. But I wanted to go so bad. Get someone to lock that door please Pat.
I can not stand the temptation."
He got up from his chair and came around to me. He lifted me up into his arms
and kissed me deeply, while his arms went around me and pulled me close.
"Harold, no one has ever loved me enough to give up so much for me, before." he
whispered as he pulled back for a moment.
"You are a very special man, Harold, and I love you very much. I will do
everything in my power to look after you and protect you." his lips found mine
again and he gave me another deep kiss.
I felt so loved at that moment. Pat was everything I had ever dreamed about.
He was the man that I would like to keep house for. To look after his every
need. If only we could have met under different circumstances.
After eating there was enough time for us to give each other a great blow job,
then get into some more heavy kissing.
When Pete and Larry arrived to take me for my slave training, Pat told me to
relax and do what they said and it would be ok. That with time I really would
come to love what they were going to teach me. He gave me another kiss and was
gone.
"Well Dink, are you ready to learn what being a slave is really all about?"
Pete began.
I got down on my knees, looked at the floor and said, "Yes, Sir. I am ready to
be trained, Sir."
"That's the spirit, Dink. For this training session it would be a big hindrance
if you are always looking at the floor. So for the rest of the afternoon you
may forget about the kneeling and looking at the floor shit."
"Thank you, Sir." I said getting up to my feet.
"If you try, I think you will really enjoy yourself this afternoon." he said
with a big smile. "Dink, a slaves life is really all about sex." .
I was really taken aback. I must have had an incredulous look on my face.
"Ah, I see that surprises you, Dink." Larry said, "I would have thought you
would have guessed that by now. Everything we have done to you so far is
sexual foreplay. Maybe not the kind of foreplay you are used to, or have had
fantasies about, but it was foreplay."
"After every session with you, and sometimes even during the sessions, Pete and
I would release a load, sometimes more than one." Larry said with a smile.
"You really are a turn on when you are screaming in pain, Dink. Fuck a couple
of times I almost came just from watching you scream." Larry continued.
"Well enough of past history." said Pete. "What we will do for the next couple
of hours is prepare you for what to expect tonight at Charlie's party. If it
is any consolation, Larry, Pat and I will also be there and we will be doing
the same things you are. The only difference is that we will not be in doggie
mode. It might also make you feel better about all of this if you know that
we have all gone through doggie mode and still do from time to time. Charlie
is the Master and we obey."
"Now are you ready to learn, Dink?" Larry asked.
"Ah....ya, I guess I am ready, Sir." I answered.
"Ah, Sir's, thank you for telling me, it does make me feel better."
"No problem Dink. Just give us a moment to strip." Pete said.
They both quickly stripped down. The first thing I noticed was that they both
and no hair what-so-every other than on the head. It looked so strange to see
two grown men completely hairless. Aside from that they were very handsome,
well built men. Both would come in at around 6' 2", 240 - 250 lbs. Massive
chests with well defined pecks and a fantastic 6 pack and buns to die for.
These boys spent much time in that weight room that I had visited with Pat.
Pete was uncut and his dick looked to be about 4 in. flaccid, with a magnificent
set of low hangers. Larry's dick had been cut and was at least 6 in. flaccid,
as well it was extremely thick, I was guessing it would measure in at about 2"
in diameter, erect it would be a monster.
Larry's balls were huge, however, they were pulled up tight into his crotch. I
remember thinking, it must be a bit painful trying to walk with them being so
big and pulled up so tight.
Larry saw me staring at his dick and began to laugh.
"Scaring the shit out of ya, ain't it Dink. Don't worry I know how to use it
and your going to love it." and he laughed some more.
I turned red with shame, caught red handed staring at another man's jewels.
I turned away and noticed that Pete had gone over to the sink and was filling a
larger tumbler with water. He lifted it to his lips and drank it all down in
one go. He refilled the glass and drank it down again. He did it again. He
must have been really thirsty to drink three huge glasses like that.
He turned from the sink and came back towards me. His nuts which were hanging
almost to his knees were swaying back and forth and banging gently against his
legs, as he walked. I felt my dick stirring.
Larry was now making his way to the sink and then be damned if he didn't do the
same thing Pete had just done. Strange, I thought to myself.
"Let's go over to the table Dink and we will get you started with the first part
of this afternoon's lessons." he said.
We made our way over.
"Now Dink have you ever rimmed anyone?" Pete asked.
"Ah, no Sir, the idea does not exactly turn me on." I said with disgust in my
voice.
It then dawned on me that they were going to force me to lick there fucking ass
holes. Now I was starting to panic.
"Easy, Dink. Settle down." Pete said gently.
I had started to really shake and I think I may have turned white.
"It is not bad. It really isn't. It is only the idea that is a problem.
Larry and I are both very, very clean. There is no shit on our asses, nor for
that matter is there any in our bowels. We have both had a thorough bowel
cleaning before we came." Pete reassured me.
"Do I really have to do this, Sir?" I asked in a weak voice.
"Afraid so, Dink. Charlie wants it. Believe me, once you try it and once you
have had it done to you, you will love it."
"We are now going to clean your bowels, Dink. After all we don't want to be
eating your shit, now do we." Larry said with a laugh.
"Up on the table Dink, and place your feet up in the stirrups." I did as he
ordered.
He reached under the table pulled up a long metal tube that was attached it to
the side of the table. Connected to the tube were two hoses, one above the
other. The top one was a half inch in diameter. The bottom one was at least 2
inches in diameter. Both of the hoses were attached to a weird looking dildo.
The larger hose connected to the end of the dildo, while the small one was
connected on the top and about two or three inches up from the end where the big
hose was attached. The rest of the dildo portion was about eight inches long.
"This is an automated enema server, Dink." Larry said. "Have you ever had an
enema?"
"Ah... no, Sir, I haven't." I answered nervously.
"No problem, it is a bit uncomfortable the first two or three times but after
that you will love them. If you go on a regular enema routine, you will never
have to have a normal shit again." Larry laughed.
"Now the automatic enema server will do everything that needs to be done. All
you have to do is just lay there and enjoy it. It will fill you with the
cleaning solution, keep tabs on the bowel pressures, and do the timing. Then
it will let you empty out and suck away all the crap." Pete explained.
"You will get two cleanings and three rinses, Dink." Larry carried on the
explanation.
"During the cleaning session you may get some cramping, Pete and I will be here
to rub your gut and help you through that. By the time you get to the rinses
you will no longer have any cramping, or if you do they will be just little
things that are hardly noticeable."
"Once the process is started it will go right through to the end. We can pause
it along the way if we like." Pete continued. "You must not try to get up or
move around too much. The best thing is to lay as still as possible and let
the machine do it's job."
"Ok," Larry said. "I am now going to insert the valve up your rectum. We will
apply a locking device which will keep it inside until the cycle is finished."
Without anymore talk, they pushed the valve, it looked like a big dildo to me,
up my ass. It was just about the same size as the fucking thing that held my
tail on so it slipped right in.
"Ok, Dink now keep still we are going to start the cycle." Pete cautioned.
I heard a sudden gurgling of water and felt a deliciously warm feeling in my
rectum. I could actually feel the water invading my innards. It was a strange
feeling, but it was warm and sensual. My dick started to rise up.
"Ah Dink," Pete said with a smile, "I see you are enjoying this."
"Oh yeah it feels wonderful." I answered.
The water continued to flow into my innards. I could feel my stomach beginning
to rise and looked down. Sure enough it was rising. It still felt fantastic, I
lay back and closed my eyes.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee." I suddenly cried out in pain.
The first cramp had been a doozy. I broke out into a cold sweat right away. I
felt nauseous. The pain was something else. Pete and Larry were standing on
either side of the table and had been waiting for the cramps to start. They
both began rubbing my stomach.
"It's ok, Dink. The cramps are from all the crap pulling away from the bowel
linings. You ain't never had your bowel cleaned before so there is a lot of
shit stuck up there." Pete said as he rubbed in concert with Larry.
The rubbing did help, I felt the cramp easing, but it no sooner eased then
another took it's place and I cried out again. The machine was still pumping
water into me and I felt bloated.
"Can't you turn off the water flow." I gasped. "I feel like I am going to
explode.
"Nope." Larry answered. "The machine gages the internal pressure and will turn
off the flow when it gets to just the right pressure to clean the bowels good.
It will maintain that pressure for approximately 6 minutes once it is reached."
"Well I sure.......ayieeeeeeeeee... huhuhu hope it stops pumping, ahaaaaa.....
soon." I gasped out between little cries of pain.
"I don't know how much longer I can handle this."
"Relax Dink," Pete said, "We are going to try and take your mind off the
cramping now. Larry is going to climb up on the table and sit over your face.
We will teach you how to rim. If you do it right you will give your partner
the most fantastic feelings."
"Can't you wa.....aaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee, wait..aaaa ...... ohhhhhh, aahhh, wait
until the pains are gone." I begged, desperate to put this sickening act off as
long as possible.
"Afraid not Dink, it is a most appropriate time. You are having a lot of pain
and the idea of doing something that really turns you off or sickens you will
help you get your mind away from the pain." Larry said as he climbed up onto
the table.
He positioned himself right over my face and squatted down. There was his bald
ass hole staring my right in the eye. It was a bright pink and looked very
clean. As his hole got closer to my face I expected to smell shit, but there
was no shit smell at all, just the smell of male musk, the same as you would
find around the cock and balls.
"Now Dink I want you to let your tongue just very gently touch all around the
outside of my hole, that is why we call it rimming. You do it with quick
little flicks of the tongue. Now go ahead and try it." Larry ordered.
I knew I couldn't get out of it, so I closed my eyes lifted my head a bit and
let my tongue touch the rim of his ass hole. Then again and again.
"That's it Dink, now try to set a nice steady rhythm." Larry said through some
loud moans of pleasure.
I really was surprised, it was not bad at all. There was no shitty smell or bad
taste. The taste was not much different than I got from the cock and balls,
just like the smell. I was actually beginning to enjoy it because of all the
moaning Larry was doing. It was obvious I was giving him pleasure.
"Now Dink," Larry gasped. "Start to leave your tongue right on the rim and
lick, just like you would the shaft of a cock or the sack of the balls. Be
sure to swirl the tongue arouuu......ooooohhh.... oh yes that's the way." he
gasped out.
I felt something wet hit my forehead and opened my eye to see what was going on.
Larry's massive dick was standing straight up, throbbing, pulsing and pointing
towards the ceiling. Long silver ropes of precum were dangling down. It was
one of those long strings that had hit my forehead.
Between the feelings in my bowels, the sensations of performing my first rim job
and the sight of that massive cock, my own dick had risen and was throbbing like
mad. Suddenly I felt a hand go around it and begin to wank me. Pete was
keeping himself busy.
I lifted an arm and grasped that massive poker of Larry's and began a slow wank
while I licked his ass hole. He was really moaning now.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyeeeee". I screamed out in pain. Putting an
end to all the pleasure I had been feeling.
A massive cramp had took hold of my guts. My insides felt like they were being
ripped apart. Pete let go of my cock and began a really good rub down of my
gut. Larry jumped down from the table and helped him. In a few seconds they
eased the cramp considerably.
My whole body was in a cold sweat. The water flow into my body had turned off.
I was on the 6 minute hold, but I had not noticed the water shut off. I had no
idea how long into the hold I was. I only knew that the fucking cramping was
tearing me apart inside.
"Take deep breaths and hold them to a count of 10, then release slowly,
completely under control, Dink. It will help you to relax. The more you can
get yourself to relax the less pain you will have." Pete instructed.
I listened closely and followed his instructions, the pains began to ease. I
don't know how long I kept it up, but suddenly I felt all that horrible stuff
filling me up, start to drain away. The machine was sucking out the crap. I
breathed a sigh of relief.
Once it had sucked everything out it began to fill me again right away. I only
had a few minutes of respite before the cramping started anew. However the
cramping was not as bad as it had been the first time. They still made me
scream out, but my insides didn't feel like it was being torn apart.
Larry climbed back up on the tabel and we started again from where he had left
off. When he was well turned on and I had done the flicking the tongue bit,
followed by the lapping or licking, he instructed me to push my tongue right up
and into his hole.
I felt sick inside and the hard on that had been throbbing between my lets began
to subside. Pete noticed this and wrapped his hand a round it and began to
wank me. To keep me stimulated so I could enjoy sticking my fucking tongue up
his buddies asshole. That was the worst part of the whole thing, I did enjoy
sticking my tongue up Larry's asshole, even though it sickend me at the same
time.
Between my fucking his asshole with my tongue and wanking that massive cock,
Larry finally went ridged and I watched as his balls pulled even tighter in his
nut sack. Then he gave a scream and I watched facinated as his love juice shot
shot up towards the ceiling.
After Larry climbed down, Pete took his place and we just repeated what had
happened with Larry. However, while they both had kept me stimulated, neither
had brought me anywhere near the point of shooting. My nuts were full, but
they didn't seem to give a shit. I had got them off and they just abandoned
me.
The rinse cycles were no problem at all, the cramping was almost unnoticeable.
Once the machine was disconnected Larry and I headed for the shower. Pete said
he would clean the equipment and get it put away.
After the shower it was back to the cell room.
"Dink, come over here and get down on your knees." Pete ordered upon my return.
I went right to him and got down on my knees in front of him.
"Lean forward, stick your tongue out and lift up my dick with it." he
commanded.
I did as ordered and knelt there with Pete's dick resting on my tongue. What
the hell is this in aid of I wondered.
"Now Dink, form your tongue into a trough, but keep it under my dick."
Again I complied, but I was not happy with the thoughts that were going through
my mind. I knew what was coming. The bastard was going to piss in my mouth.
They both were. That's why they had drunk all that water just before we began
this session.
My sudden realization of what was going to happen must have registered on my
face.
"Yes, Dink. I am going to piss in your mouth. Not only that Dink, you must
swallow it, every drop. This time I am going to piss slowly so that you can
keep up. But as the afternoon goes on Larry and I will increase the rate. You
must learn to take the piss at the same rate that it is pissed out. A slave is
not permitted to let any of it spill."
Tears formed in my eyes. Oh how did I ever get into this mess. Please someone
some where, please help me. Then I felt the warm urine enter my mouth.
It did not taste good at all. It was salty, warm and....well......it was yuck.
It was all I could do to force myself to swallow. But knowing the consequences
of not swallowing, made it a little easier, but not by much.
I must admit that Pete and Larry were very helpful. They had total control of
their bladders and did not swamp me. When they had both finished. They told me
it was time to do some serious rimming.
I wanted to go and stick my fingers down my throat to puke up the piss, but they
said no. I had to keep it inside. The only way it would be permissible to get
rid of it would be through my own bladder.
Pete went to the cupboard and brought out a couple of big blankets which he
spread on the floor. In just a few minutes they were teaching me all the
different position for rimming.
I rimmed Pete for a while, with him squatted over my face. Then Larry lay down
on his back, lifted his legs and I got on my knees behind him, bent over and
went to work. Then Pete adopted the same position but this time I presented my
ass hole to him. I rimmed him while he rimmed me.
It was the first time that I had ever felt a tongue on my ass and it nearly
started me to shooting my load. I could not believe how fantastic it felt. At
that moment I was really happy that they and Charlie had forced me to do this
rimming thing.
Now Larry stood up with his legs spread wide, he bent over at the waist and I
moved in from behind.
Pete brought a chair over, placed one leg on the chair and I moved in.
It went on and on like this each time they would present a slightly different
way of performing this fantastic act. They were then both ready to piss again
and I had to adopt the position. They both increased the stream that they let
go into my mouth. I had to swallow much faster this time to keep up.
When they were finished they both went back to the sink and filled up on water
again. Damn I wondered, how much more of this damned stuff were they going to
make me drink?
When they got back I told them that my bladder was full and I had to go as well.
"No problem, Dink." Larry said, just hang on a moment.
He went to the cupboard and came back with a huge, glass beer stein.
"Piss in this Dink." he said holding the stein down near my dick.
A little embarrassed at this, I placed my pecker on the lip of the glass and
almost filled it. When I was finished I shook carefully. Larry lifted the
stein up and looked at it.
"Man you had one full bladder, Dink." he then handed the stein to me. "Now
drink it down."
"Please guys, please don't make me do this." I begged with tears in my eyes
again.
Drinking piss right from their cocks was bad enough, but being forced to drink
my own piss, from a glass somehow seemed even worse.
"Drink it Dink, or we will have to tell Charlie you refused to learn your slave
lessons. You know what will happen then. Is it worth your life, Dink?" Pete
asked.
With tears flowing down my cheeks, completely humiliated and mortified, I
brought the stein to my lips and drank my own piss. It was the most horrible
tasting liquid I had ever had in my mouth.
When the stein was empty, they both congratulated me and we went on with our
training. I felt completely ill. What I didn't know was that is was going to
get worse.
If I thought what had gone on before was bad, I was in for a real shock now.
Pete opened the cell room door a spoke a few words. He stepped back holding the
door open.
A tall skinny man entered the room. I had never seen him before and my hands
instinctively covered my dick. Larry had gone and got a chair and set it up on
the edge of the blanket. The man was ushered to the chair and he sat down.
"Dink," Pete said, "I would like you to me Ed."
Keeping one hand over my dick and nuts, I proffered the other to Ed.
"Glad to meet you Ed." I said.
He ignored my hand.
"Get on your fucking knees slave." he spit out at me.
Totally shocked by his viciousness, I dropped to my knees.
"My fucking feet are aching, bitch. Get my shoes and socks off." he ordered.
I quickly reacted, undoing the laces on his boots and pulling them off. A
mighty, rank odour filled the air immediately. It was completely nauseating.
It was all I could do to hold my stomach down the smell was so bad.
"What are you waiting for, Bitch?" he screamed at me. "Get the fucking socks
off too."
Holding back my stomachs desire to heave, I grabbed one sock and pulled it off
then the other. I quickly stuffed them into the boots, hoping that it would
stop the odour.
"What the fuck are you doing with my socks asshole?" he screamed again. "Now
you pull those fucking socks out of my boots and stuff them in your cocksuking
mouth, you little puke."
In my mouth, no fucking way was I putting those evil fucking socks in my mouth.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, I told you to stuff them now stuff them." he
bellowed again.
I just couldn't do it. At that moment I would have rather died than put those
dirty, stinky socks in my mouth.
Pete and Larry grabbed my arms and pulled them up behind my back.
"No I cried out. Don't, please don't, I am begging, please Pete, please Larry,
please Ed, don't do it, please." I begged and cried.
Pete and Larry pushed me close to Ed. Well I have to say for once the boys
listened to my plea. They didn't force those socks into my mouth. Nor did Ed.
No, they didn't fill my mouth with dirty sock, they filled it with Ed's dirty
feet instead.
Larry grabbed my balls with his free hand and began to squeeze. Not enough to
cause serious pain, but enough to let me know that I would do what I was told or
be in real agony. With no option I opened my mouth and he eased up on my nuts.
They forced my to lick his feet clean. They were the dirtiest feet I had every
seen in my entire life. There was black, gooey stuff between each of his toes
and it made me sick to my stomach licking it out, but they made continue. I
would lick it out, puke and then be forced back to lick some more.
My stomach was completely empty by the time Ed's first foot was clean. Then the
second one was placed up to my mouth. I licked all the crap off that foot and
it stayed inside me. I didn't have enough of anything in my stomach to be able
to puke it out.
I was forced to lick both of those feet until they were as clean as though he
had taken a shower. Only then was I released.
I sat back and just cried from the humiliation and violation of my system.
They all just waited quietly for me to settle down.
"Would you like a glass of water to clean your mouth, Dink?" Larry asked
quietly.
"Please." I answered.
"Come on over to the sink and you can clean your mouth to your hearts desire."
he said.
I went over and rinsed a few times, but the taste was still there. The
knowledge of all that filth that I had been forced to swallow, made me feel ill.
"May I brush my teeth?" I asked.
"Sure, go ahead." Larry said.
When I had cleaned my mouth as well as possible. I went back to the blanket.
They had cleaned up the mess from my puking.
Ed looked my straight in the eye.
"That was pretty bad, wasn't it Dink?" he asked in a much kinder voice.
"Yes Sir. The worst thing I have ever had in my mouth, Sir." I answered
honestly.
"Well yes, it probably was. It was the dirtiest pair of feet you will ever be
asked to clean. It is very doubtful you will ever come across any dirtier or
even anywhere near as dirty." Ed said.
That made me feel a little better.
"As a slave you are going to be required to put things in your mouth that
disgust you Dink, but nothing will ever be worse than those feet you just
cleaned. Whenever you are confronted with something bad, just remember the feet
and that something will not seem so bad at all."
"Yes Sir." I responded to his pause.
"I kept those feet dirty for four weeks just to give you that experience, Dink.
Don't hate me. You only suffered for less than an hour, I have been suffering
for four weeks. But I was glad to do it, to help a fellow slave learn."
"Thank you Sir, I didn't realize, Sir." I responded.
"It's ok Dink, good luck tonight." he took my hand, shook it and left.
I was stunned, what kind of people were these. One minute they were treating
me like shit, the next they were falling all over themselves being kind. This
guy Ed suffers for four weeks with dirty feet to try and help me learn a lesson.
I was totally confused.
"Are you ready to continue, Dink?" Pete asked.
"Huh, oh sorry, yes Sir." I stuttered.
"Your not going to like this one either, dink, but nothing from now on will be
worse than those feet." Larry said.
Pete opened the cell room door went out and I heard him talk to someone. He
held the door open and one of the guys I had seen before out in the bar stumbled
in, and I mean stumbled. He was sauced to the gills. He could barely stand up
and he reeked of booze.
"Ah,....Dinky doodle, ya,.. my turn to get my dick sucked by Dinky doodle
doggie" he laughed as he staggered over and put his arms around me. I looked to
Pete and Larry but they just stood back and smiled.
"Careful Sir, don't want you to fall and hurt yourself." I said holding on tight
to him as he started to keel over.
He swung a free arm around my neck.
"Give us a big, sloppy kiss there Dinky doodle doggie." he said as he brought a
brewery of breath towards my lips.
He placed his alcohol soaked lips on mine, opened his mouth and stuck his sotted
tongue in my mouth. I had no choice but to kiss this sotted mess. While he was
kissing and slobbering all over me, his hand found my dick and grasped on hard.
It hurt a little, he held it so tight.
He pulled his lips away from my mouth.
"I want to feel your hot lips on my cock, Dinky doodle doggie." he spewed out
along with an incredible amount of belching.
I thought certainly, your cock has got to taste and smell a hell of a lot better
than your mouth. I figured it would be better if he were lying on the blanket
so I convinced him to lay down.
I then undid his belt, the top button of his pants and then unzipped him. I
grabbed his blue jeans at the cuff and pulled. They slid right off. Next I
pulled down and removed his shorts. It was not easy doing all this as the
bastard was moving all over the place and telling me to hurry up.
I got down on my knees and crawled up between his legs. He had a beautiful
cock. It was about six and a half inches in length, an inch and a half in
circumference and uncut. I was amazed that he had a stiff boner, considering
how drunk he was.
I started working on it gently, flicking my tongue up and down the shaft, he
moaned a bit and made some weird gurgling sounds. I brought my fingers up and
started massaging his balls. He liked it, I heard him give a gasp.
Pete bent over and whispered in my ear.
"This might be a good chance to practice your rimming technique, Dink. Larry
and I will hold his legs up so you can go to work on him."
Good old Pete, give me an option, but only one choice. Damned. I didn't know
this guy and they wanted me to lick his fucking asshole. I turned my head and
looked at him while this drunk guy's cock was deep in my mouth. He gave me the
yes nod, I reluctantly gave it back.
They each grabbed one of the guys legs and lifted and pulled them up towards his
head, so his asshole was presented to me. I bent forward and started flicking
my tongue. I got an instant surprise. This ass wasn't as clean and Pete and
Larry's had been. It had a smell of shit.
I couldn't stop with the licking though. Pete and Larry would tell Charlie I
refused to let them train me and I would be on a plane to a foreign country to
die a terrible, but unknown death. So I licked this semi-clean asshole.
After a while I didn't notice the smell or the taste. Actually it started to
smell and taste pretty good, my own dick was throbbing. I was as turned on as
the guy whose ass I was licking.
"Get your tongue right inside his hole, Dink. You know how to do it, you
practiced it enough with us." Larry said in my ear.
I pushed my tongue against the man's rose bud, then forced it in. I heard him
give an instant moan of pleasure. I then began to tongue fuck his glory hole
while one hand wanked his throbbing cock and the other massaged his balls.
He was heaving and humping all over the place he was so turned on. My ability
to turn this man on like this only made my own turn on even greater. I was
needing to unload my nuts. What with all the excitement earlier, but not
getting release, and now this.
When I sensed that he was very close to cumming, I replaced my tongue with a
finger, the boys lowered his legs and I had his dick back in my mouth for the
climax. It wasn't long in coming. It squirted a big load of the most
amazingly sweet cum I had ever tasted. Most cum has a bit of a tart or bitter
taste to it, but not this man. A nectar, particular to him and him alone. Oh
I would love to suck him again.
I greedily slurped up every drop of his man juice. It was so good, I didn't
want to loose a single drop. When he finished spurting, I continued to lick
and suck on his beautiful dick. If it was possible to fall in love with just a
cock, then I had fallen in love with this one.
Right after blowing his load the man fell into a deep, alcohol induced sleep.
Pete opened the cell room door, poked his head out and a couple of guys came in
with a gurney. They lifted the drunk up, placed him on the gurney then wheeled
him out.
"Hey, ya did a great job there, Dink." Pete complimented.
"Ya, a mighty fine job." Larry added.
I didn't know whether to feel proud or to just hate these two even more than I
already did.
"Charlie is going to be very, very happy with your progress, Dink. He will
probably give you a reward for being a good student. He really isn't as bad as
you may think. He rewards his slaves for good behavior." Pete said.
"We know that you are pissed at us for what we have made you do, but are going
to give Charlie a very good report on your progress. We only do what is
necessary to obey Charlie. Even though we enjoyed ourselves at your expense,
we never step over the line that Charlie sets. Now, we still have about 45
minutes before we have to go and attend to some other business before dinner
time. Is there anything we can do for you?" Larry asked.
"Well, Sir's," I said with my head down, shit I still felt shame in front of
these two.
"I have a set of nuts full of cream and I really would like to empty them.
Would either or both of you be willing to help?"
"Goddamned right we would." Larry said lunging for me.
"Me too." Pete said as he joined us.
We spent the next 45 minutes making each other cum. I got to empty my nuts
twice and was as happy as the proverbial, "Pig in shit." All the horrors of the
afternoon forgotten. All the horrors of the evening to come, not even thought
about..........yet.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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