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 10
"I will meet you in the cell room in twenty minutes, Dink. Be naked." Larry
said.
I looked at Charlie and he nodded. I had never been permitted to ever go
anywhere by myself before. Charlie must be damned sure I wouldn't try getting
away or he wouldn't be letting me do this alone.
When I got to the cell room I went straight to the shitter. I sat down and
spent the next 10 minutes in extreme pain emptying all that fucking beer out of
my bladder.
Then it was into the shower for a quick one. I felt dirty after all the things
that had happened to me this afternoon. The hot spray, peppering my body like
little darts felt great and helped to rejuvenate me.
I returned to the cell room feeling clean and half human again, Larry was
already there. He had brought in a strange looking piece of equipment. A kind
of low bench with wheels, it had all kinds of steel rods and pulleys attached.
I walked over and looked at the thing, I figured it had something to do with the
torture I was about to undergo, but hadn't the foggiest idea it worked.
Larry noticed my look of consternation.
"It's a ball stretcher, Dink. Designed it myself, you may never believe it, but
this contraption will actually make the whole thing easier on you." he
explained.
"Well if you say so Larry, but I'll tell you right now I know this whole fucking
thing is just going to be another exercise in pain. Charlie seems to delight
in hurting me."
"I ain't going to try and shit you Dink, it is going to be painful, at lest for
the first week or so. I'll try not to hurt you too much, but Charlie has given
me orders and I must obey. I do hope you don't take any of this personal."
"No, I understand. Let's get too it then. The sooner we start the sooner it is
finished." I said with half hearted resignation.
"Lay down here with your head right on this little pillow thing and your feet on
these stirrups." he instructed, showing me where to put my head and feet.
I lay down and was surprised at how comfortable the bench was. I thought it
would be hard like most benches, but this one had great foam padding.
Larry quickly cuffed my ankles to the stirrups, fastened some straps around my
legs so I could not move them. Then belts were fastened across my abdomen and
chest. Finally he had me place my arms under the bench and grasp each
opposing elbow. He then cuffed each wrist to the opposite side. My arms
effectively became the binding to hold me tightly to the bench. I was not
liking any of this at all, but had no choice but to obey Larry's commands.
"There, we are all set to start. Dink, I have to be very honest with you.
As I mentioned before this is a painful procedure, hurting you is going to turn
me on. I can't help it Dink, believe me, the last thing in the world I want to
do is hurt you, but I have no choice. It is very possible, in fact most
likely that should I get turned on I will loose control, so Dink, don't do
anything to that will add to my lust. Try not to scream if you possible can.
If you do, I could end up really causing you some serious pain and not be able
to help myself. Ok?"
"Yes, I understand Larry." I answered. I was really frightened now.
He held up a little leather thing with straps and silver rings attached. He
explained that it was a jacket that would fit around my nuts. The weight
pulleys would be attached to the straps. Once the weights were applied, this
arrangement would ensure that the pull was even all around my nuts and I
wouldn't end up with an uneven stretch. That is, one side hangin' lower than
the other.
As soon as he started man handling my nuts, my dick rose up. He bent over and
gave it a little kiss and a lick. Then finished fastening the jacket.
"Ok, all set here. I am going to fasten the pulley cables and you will feel
your nuts pulled down. The cables only have a one pound weight attached, just
enough weight to pull everything nice and snug."
He fastened the cables and I felt my balls being pulled down towards the end of
the bed, but there was no pain.
"There how does that feel?"
"Ok, doesn't hurt or anything. Just a pulling sensation." I answered.
"Well that's going to change in just a second, Dink. I am going to start you
with ten pounds. That may not sound like much, but if you have never had 10
pounds pulling on your nuts before, it will feel like a hundred."
He walked around to the back, where the weights were hanging. He lifted the
one pound weight slightly and I felt my balls loosen. He removed the one pound
weight and attached the ten.
"Here it comes Dink." he said as he let if fall from his hand.
"Noooooooooo." I yelled when I saw what he was going to do.
Then the pain hit. My nuts were suddenly yanked with a tremendous amount of
force towards the end of the bed. It felt like a giant hammer had been smacked
against them.
I saw stars and could feel bile rising in my stomach as the pain traveled around
and around in my groin. It was no different then getting kicked in the balls.
The only real difference is the pain continued. That little black jacket was
squeezing my nuts together, it felt like a hand had grabbed hold and was
squeezing and pulling at the same time.
I cried and begged for him to release the weight, instead I heard a strange,
maniacal laugh. I opened my eyes and was horrified. Larry had a big raging
hard on. He lifted the weight up relieving the pressure.
"Scream baby, scream." he said and let the weight drop again.
The pain ripping through my balls was complete and total. I existed around a
ball of fire that centred right in the centre of my nuts. I could hear someone
screaming, but it was far away and hidden by the fog that blinded me.
All that really existed was that all consuming pain.
I don't know how long I was lost in the fog, but it did finally start to lift.
The pain easing off from a steady fire to regular sharp jabs. As the fog
continued to dissipate I realized that I was alone.
A strange humming sound filled the room and I looked around through the
remaining wisps of the fog to try and track it down. It was coming from the
end of the bench. This stretch machine was motorized. The fucking thing was
lifting the weight about an inch, on a regular cycle and letting it drop. This
is what was causing the sharp pains.
I called out for Larry but there was no response. I cried out for Charlie, I
begged him and pleaded with him to please stop this. But no one answered, no
one came. The machine hummed on, sending sharp jolts of pain continuously
through my aching nuts.
After what seemed an eternity I heard a door open and someone step into the
room. I tried to see who it was but my position on the bench made that
impossible. However I assumed it was Larry.
"Larry, please Larry, shut if off. It hurts so much, Larry. Please." I begged,
tears flowing down my cheeks.
Suddenly he was behind my head looking down. He was naked and his dick was
sticking straight out from his body.
He then went behind the machine and lifted the weight up, relieving the
pressure.
"Thank you, Larry....thank you." I gushed out.
But my thank you's were much too soon. I watched in horror as he detached the
10 pound weight and then picked up one that looked much bigger and began to
attach it.
"My god Larry, no.....please Larry don't do this. Larry nooooooooooo"
My pleading did no good and I screamed out in agony as the 20 pound weight near
pulled my nuts off after he dropped it.
The pain was incredible. My bladder let go and my dick turned to fire as I
began pissing uncontrollably all over myself.
I was screaming in agony again and was lost in that red haze. If I'd have had a
knife at that moment I would have gladly cut off my own cock and balls to
relieve the pain. Instead I strained against the bindings trying to get away
from this horrible torture.
Eventually the pain began to ease off and the haze lifted. I was still crying
loudly, my head was shifting from side to side, the only part of my body I could
still move.
As the haze lifted an apparition appeared above my head. I stopped moving it
back and forth and tried to focus in on this red, hazy ghost. It took
tremendous concentration, but the haze began to clear and there was Larry
standing over me. His big cock pulsing and throbbing and dripping precum.
He got down on his knees behind my head, and did something to the bench. The
part behind my head fell away. He looked into my eyes and smiled. At the same
time he placed a hand on my forehead and pushed my head down. I knew then that
he wanted me to suck him.
Larry pushed his cock into my mouth and I started to suck. He grabbed on
tight to my nipples and thrust his big cock all the way down my throat and began
to fuck my face.
I was a little stunned by this, I hadn't expected it at all. Now besides the
sharp pains shooting through my nuts every half second or so, my nipples were
burning from his pinching and my throat felt like hell from the jabbing of his
cock.
It took Larry a long time to reach climax. The whole time he just kept jabbing
that cock down my throat and pinching on my nipples. I was crying but he paid
no attention. His lust had hold of him and nothing mattered but getting it
off.
I finally felt him tighten up and knew he was going to blow. With a scream he
rammed his cock as far down my throat as it would go and held it there. I
could feel his nuts shooting his load deep in my throat. It was the strangest
feeling I had ever had. Larry did not move until his nuts stopped pulsing.
He was pushed up tight against my mouth and nostrils, I could not breath. I
tried moving my head to get him to pull back to let me have air, but he held
tight, his nuts still discharging his seed deep into my throat.
I had become desperate and was on the verge of biting his cock to get him to
pull off when he pulled out quickly, got up and left the room, slamming the door
behind him.
I felt terrible. I felt used, I felt like I had been raped. None of the other
acts that I had been forced to perform while here had made me feel this badly
used. A shudder ran through me and I cried.
Another hour or two went by. The machine continued to raise and drop the
weight. My balls were one mass of steady unrelenting pain, interspersed with
sharp knife like jabs. I had just about given up hope, when Larry finally
returned and silently removed the weights and released me from the bench.
He helped me to sit up, put his arms around me and pulled me tight to his body.
"Please don't hate me Harold?" he begged sadly.
I looked into his sad eyes and I saw sincere remorse. He was almost on the
verge of crying himself.
"No Larry, I don't hate you. But I was angry with you." I answered.
"I tried to warn you about what might happen Harold. I get terribly turned on
by hurting people. Once it gets started the lust grows in me and I become
unable to control what I do. I no longer see my victims as human, they are just
a source of pure pleasure. The more they scream in agony, the more pleasure I
get." he had tears in his eyes now as he confessed.
"I had made up my mind that I would not make you scream Harold, but when that 10
pound weight was in my hand my heart started to beat faster and faster and the
lust took over and I dropped it. Your scream was music to my ears, from that
moment, you ceased to be Harold, you were just a source of pleasure." Tears
were falling down his cheek now.
"I am very sorry Harold, very truly sorry. But tomorrow night it will probably
be the same. If you scream out, I will loose control and I will hurt you
again. But I have no choice Harold, Charlie has ordered me to stretch your
nuts, I must obey."
I hugged him tightly and kissed him tenderly.
"It's ok Larry, I do understand. We are all victims here, we must obey the
Master. I am very tired, it has been a very long day. My body is racked with
pain and I really would like to go to bed?" I whispered wearily in his ear.
"Yeah, I guess you would. Thanks for understanding Harold. For the first time
since I became a slave for Master Charlie, I am doing something I really don't
want to do?" he gave me a squeeze and then helped me up.
"Good night." he said giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Good night, Larry." I answered.
I rubbed my aching nuts gently and waddled carefully over to my cell and lay
down on my cot. I listened to him fussing around with his equipment of
torture. He wheeled it out into the hall and I heard the door close.
I lay there, my mind going over all the terrible things that had happened to me
today. The big guy covering me in his cum and then being forced to slurp it up
off of the floor and lick myself clean.
Killer pushing that swizzle stick deep inside me and masturbating me with it
inside. My dick was still sore from that.
Me cumming all over his fucking shirt and then being forced to pay fifteen
hundred bucks for a fifteen dollar shirt. Finally Charlie sending me for ball
stretching.
I think I could have handled the ball stretching with no real problem if it
hadn't been for what Larry did. I felt sorry for him, he was genuinely broken
up over what he had done in his state of lust. It really wasn't his fault, it
was Charlie's.
I fell into a troubled sleep with these things running through my mind.
I awoke early, my nuts were aching something fierce. I gingerly climbed off of
the cot and made my way to the toilet. The moment my bladder opened I let of a
scream of agony and grabbed my burning cock. The piss was like red hot molten
lava as it traveled down the urethra.
It took a good ten minutes of pure agony to slowly empty my bladder. I was
soaking wet from sweating. This was not going to be much fun at all and I
vowed not to drink anything until my dick healed.
I then headed into the shower soaped up and just stood there for the longest
time letting the hot water play over my aching body. I was finished my shower
long before Pat arrived. He had a big box under his arm as he entered.
"Good morning Harold." he said placing the box on the leather table.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
I looked at him and replied without a lot of enthusiasm, "Fine."
He came over to me and put his arms around me, pulling me close. He kissed me
tenderly. I loved him more at that moment then I had ever loved anyone in my
whole young life. All I wanted was to spend the rest of my life making him
happy.
"Your dick is still burning when you pee, huh?" he asked but it was more like a
statement.
"Yeah, and my nuts are fucking sore to boot." I whined.
"Hang in there Harold, things will get better soon, believe me." he said softly
in my ear and then kissed me.
"I hope so Pat, I really hope so."
I heard the door open and Pat and I separated. It was Pete.
"Good morning guys." he called out cheerily.
"Morning." Pat answered.
"Good morning." I said with a little more cheer than I had managed for Pat.
"Well I guess we better get you suited up Harold." Pat said as he opened the box
that he had brought with him.
I had been curious about what might be in the box, I hadn't expected it to be
the Dinky doggie stuff. Apparently they had sent it out to get it cleaned up
after yesterdays little fun and games.
They went to work getting me into the outfit. It didn't take very long before
I was lifted and placed on the floor. The leash was not attached this morning,
so I just followed along behind them to the bar.
With my lower legs strapped to my thigh and covered in the fur thing, my balls
were brushed and bounced with every step I took. Each brush, each bounce sent
a sharp pain surging through my groin, just as the bouncing weight had done last
night. Walking on ones knees with the legs spread wide apart to avoid having
your balls bounce is damned near impossible, fuck no, it is impossible. Ah, I
thought, welcome to another fucking day filled with misery and pain, Harold.
Charlie did his usual thing with the fucking behind the ear scratching and
breakfast was placed before me. At least it wasn't garbage. Harry had made
me a great tomato and mushroom omelet filled with cheddar cheese. I
practically wolfed it down. Only burnt my tongue twice, and never got a single
speck on the floor. I guess I was learning to be a good dog.
Under the bite sized pieces of omelet I found bite sized pieces of sausage and
home fried potatoes. It was an excellent breakfast, the only thing that would
have made it perfect would have been if I could have eaten it with a fork and
knife.
Harry had also given me another surprise. My water dish side had coffee, with
exactly the right amount of cream and sugar. He must have watched me mix one
yesterday just before I started serving in the bar and remembered. Shit I
think the guy likes me.
I licked both bowls as clean as I could. Charlie lifted the bowl after I had
finished and praised me for being a good dog and not spilling my food all over
the place. Then just to ruin my breakfast he picked up a sausage from his
plate, chewed it a couple of times, then spit it into his hand.
"Here Dinky, daddy's got a treat for you." he called.
The prick made me eat his chewed up piece of sausage. It felt disgusting going
in my mouth, but what fucking choice did I have? That's right none, so I ate
it.
But I suppose dear reader that you have noticed that I made a big mistake while
eating that wonderful breakfast. I had forgotten about my fucking sore dick.
I had really enjoyed that coffee.
I was waiting for someone in the bar to call me for a suck job, when Pete
excused himself to go for a piss. It then dawned on me that I had drunk the
coffee and would have to piss it out very soon. Coffee goes through my system
rather quicker than most other drinks.
Of course I really didn't have any choice, I think Charlie would probably have
forced me to drink it if I hadn't done it on my own.
However the morning went very quickly, I had to suck damned near 15 cocks. My
jaw muscles and my tongue were aching. Luckily there were no more incidents
like yesterday. I even managed to hold my bladder right up until lunch time.
Pete took me out to the street to have a piss. I was not required to shit. I
knew this was going to be the worst. I had to piss out here or would not be
permitted back inside until I did.
I got my leg propped up on the tree and began a very slow, controlled piss.
Again the piss was like molten hot lava flowing down the urethra. It took
quite a bit of time to get it all out. Pete pulled a white rag from his pocket
and cleaned off my dick gently.
"Rrrrough." I gave a little half bark to thank him.
"Any time Dink, glad to help." he replied as he led me back to the bar and
Charlie.
I sat down beside him and waited for lunch. Harry came along and placed my
bowl in front of me. The smells wafting up from it were out of this world. I
was just about to tuck in when Charlie asked Harry what he had served me.
"Just as you ordered Master Charlie, I warmed up some stuff out of yesterday's
garbage, Sir." he said with a bit of a tremble.
"It smells pretty damned good to be garbage, fuckhead. Pick that bowl up and
let me have a look." he ordered.
Poor Harry bent over and picked up the bowl. I could seen his legs shaking
like mad. The poor bastard was scared out of his wits.
"What are these little bits here." Charlie asked.
"Tea leaves Sir, I thought I had got them all out, Sir. I am sorry Master
Charlie, Sir, I'll take it back to the kitchen and get the rest of them out,
Sir. I will, I promise Sir, I will get all the tea leaves out, Sir." he
prattled on and on, the poor bugger was so scared.
"Relax, relax Harry. The tea leaves won't hurt anything, after all it is only
a dog that has to eat it. Look I can even spit in it and he will eat it." he
called up a wade from deep in his throat and let it go into the garbage I was
going to have to eat.
"See, nothing wrong with that. Here you spit in it too. The fucking stupid
dog won't know the difference." he ordered.
Poor Harry hawked up and spit into my lunch. But Charlie was wrong, this
stupid dog did know the difference and didn't much like it. But it got worse.
Charlie was on a role now and had to have his fun. After all he had two slave
to torment, so why not make the best of a good thing.
"Just to show you how fucking stupid the dog is, take this bowl around to all
the tables and ask the customers if they would like to spit in the dog's lunch."
he said with a chuckle.
I was listening to all this and was beginning to turn green. Not enough to
spit in it himself, now everyone in the bar. My eyes filled with tears again.
I was going to have to force that mess down my throat, I had no choice in the
matter.
It took Harry a good ten minutes to take that bowl to every table in the room.
I could here a lot of throats hawk up. Charlie had dropped his hand to my head
and was scratching me behind the ear.
"Your dinner will be right back, Dinky. Harry is just getting everyone to add a
little flavor for you." he said in that fucking sweet voice.
Harry returned with the bowl and was about to put it on the floor when Charlie
stopped him.
"Just a minute Harry. You can't expect the poor dog to eat it with all those
fucking goobers floating around on top like that. It sure don't look too
fucking appetizing. Here is a spoon stir it around good, mix all the green
and yellow goobers into the food so they look appetizing." he said gleefully to
the still shaking Harry.
After he had stirred all that shit into my food, Harry was about to put it in
front of me, when Charlie stopped him again.
"What are you doing Harry?" he asked.
"Putting the bowl down for your dog, Sir." he replied totally confused.
"Did you taste it to make sure it was well mixed, Harry?" Charlie asked.
"Ah, no Sir, it's full of spit Sir." he stuttered.
"So fucking what? Your a slave, not human, it won't fucking hurt, you now taste
it." Charlie yelled at the poor bugger.
I couldn't see what was happening from my position and didn't dare move.
Charlie would have been on my case in a flash.
"How does it taste, Harry?" Charlie asked.
"Ok Sir." Harry replied, but the tone said, I am going to throw up my guts.
"Just fucking ok. You were going to feed my dog food that was just ok. Well I
have news for you, you piece of shit, you ain't feeding, just ok, slop to my
dog. You eat it." he yelled.
I could see poor Harry's legs vibrating, the poor bastard was scared out of his
wits and now had to eat the garbage that everyone in the room had spit in.
I couldn't see him, but I could hear him gagging it down. Although I felt
sorry for him, I was saying thank yours, that I wouldn't have to.
"Now lick the fucking bowl clean." he ordered Harry.
Once Larry had complied Charlie went on again.
"Didn't like having to eat everyone's fucking goobers did you Harry?" Charlie
asked quietly.
"No Sir." he answered.
"Then let this be a lesson to you. When I give you an order you obey it. Just
be thankful that all you had to do was eat that crap. Next time the boys will
work on that bum leg again. Understand."
"Yes, Sir, Master Charlie I understand." he answered.
"Good, now you make sure that the dogs lunch is always garbage, and I mean
fucking garbage. Now you get your ass back to that kitchen and fill this
fucking bowl with the most disgusting fucking garbage you have. Get it back
out here pronto." he ordered.
Harry rushed off to do the Master's bidding. I felt my heart sink. From
fucking bad to worse, I thought, from fucking bad to worse.
Harry was back a few minutes later.
"What's that in the water dish, Harry?" Charlie asked.
"Milk Sir." he said. "the dog needs lots of calcium Sir." Harry had started
thinking.
"Hmmm is that so, well why the fuck did you give him coffee this morning?"
Poor Harry was floored again and couldn't come up with an answer.
"Go to the kitchen and bring back a bottle of vinegar." Charlie ordered.
Off Harry went again, while I started wondering what the fuck he wanted vinegar
for.
Harry returned with the vinegar.
"Now Harry, if you are going to give the dog our good milk, for the calcium of
course, then make sure that it is not fit for human consumption. Sprinkle a few
real good shots of that vinegar into the milk. That should turn it sour real
quick." Charlie ordered.
Oh fuck no. There is nothing worse tasting than sour milk and the bastard was
going to make me drink it. Tears formed in my eyes how much longer could I take
all this damned abuse.
Charlie was now satisfied that my food sufficiently unappetizing for a human and
therefore was perfect for me, his dog. Harry placed the bowl in front of me.
I made the mistake of turning my head so I could see what it looked like. Well
the only word that describes it is, disgusting. It didn't even smell good.
"There you go Dinky," Charlie said. "Eat up boy, gotta keep ya healthy."
Charlie's big hand was suddenly on my neck and he squeezed hard enough that it
brought out a squeal of pain from me.
"Eat up your lunch, dog." he said gruffly.
He let go of my neck and I bent down and began the totally revolting task of
consuming the mess. The slop didn't taste all that bad, but it wasn't all that
good either. The sour milk on the other hand was a real chore to gag down.
When it was gone, Charlie gave Pat the ok to take me back to the kennel.
Pat and Pete had me out of the doggie outfit pretty quick. I excused myself
and headed straight for the toilet. I stuck my fingers down my throat and got
rid of the disgusting mess that was churning around in my gut. I kept sticking
my fingers in and force vomiting until nothing more would come up.
I then had a hot shower. I stood there for the longest time just letting the
hot water rain down on me. Washing away all the mornings aches and pains. I
must have been in there a lot longer than I thought because Pat came calling for
me.
After I was dried it was back into the dumb outfit I had worn yesterday. A
black leather pouch, two sizes too small, the leather straps across my chest,
and the knee high, four inch heel boots.
Then it was back to the bar. Charlie wanted to see me so I went straight to his
table and stood silently beside him until he acknowledged my presence.
"Ah Dink, sit my boy, sit." he said in that fatherly, I love you tone.
Warily, I sat down in the chair to his left that always seemed to be empty.
"Pete and Larry have been busy, training the three assholes that hurt you so
badly. It is time for you to punish them for the pain and aggravation they
have caused you, not to mention all the money you lost due to lost time." he
smiled at me.
"This afternoon you will accompany Pete and Larry to the training/punishment
room. There you will punish each and everyone of those bastards. Now I know
you are normally a gentle soul, Dink, but you are going to have to put that
aside. It is imperative for the continued good moral of the other slaves that
you, yourself administer some severe punishment." he stopped and let that sink
in.
I was not liking what I was hearing. He wanted me to go and torture those three
guys. He wanted me to be just as bad as they were.
"You really are not going to have any choice in the matter, Dink. You either
administer the punishment or you take it on their behalf."
My heart fell and tears filled my eyes. Was I going to be able to accomplish
this dastardly deed. Whatever happened, I was going to suffer. It was just a
matter of whether that suffering were physical or emotional.
The so called Training/Punishment room was just this side of the Kennels. The
first thing I noticed when Pete unlocked the door was how thick it was. We
entered into a small foyer. Larry closed the door behind us and Pete opened
another door that was directly in front of us.
A stench of sweat & urine greeted my nestles the moment the door opened. The
room was fairly large with cages or pens along the right side. My three
tormentors were hanging, spread eagle, from chains in the ceiling, side by side,
in the centre of the room.
Their heads hung down on their chests so they were either unconscious or trying
to catch up on sleep. Not one lifted his head when we entered.
Their bodies all bore evidence of constant beatings. Red welts covering almost
every inch of what had once been soft, sensitive skin.
Larry walked over, grabbed each of them in turn my the hair and struck the man
hard across the face. Each face barely recognizable as the faces of the men
that had beaten me so badly.
The eyes blackened on each one, the lips cracked and swollen. They had all
taken constant blows to the face, probably with an open hand. None of the
bruising looked like a punch from a fist.
After being open handed by Larry each raised his backend eyes up and looked at
us.
I suddenly recognized the man on the right as the ringleader. He had thrashed
me unmercifully, laughed at my helplessness and verbally tormented me and egged
the others on.
"Please." he begged in a soft pathetic voice, not much louder than a whisper.
"no more. Please just kill me. Please....." his voice trailed off.
"Now why would we want to kill you Pigface." Larry taunted as he walked up to
the man. "You are so much fun to play with. No, no Charlie wouldn't like it
if we were to kill you. Oh no Pigface, he would not like that at all."
Larry's hand dropped to the man's testicles and he began to squeeze. I could
see pain erupt on the poor bastards face and a few seconds later he was
screaming in agony, as Larry squeezed harder and harder.
Larry was wearing tight black leather pants and I could see his dick spring up
and push out against his left leg, he was turned on.
He kept squeezing the man's balls then started viscously twisting, then yanking
downward at the same time.
"Scream Pigface, scream. It won't do you any good. I am going to twist your
fucking balls right off. You don't need them anymore, your a fucking whore
now, whores don't fuck, they get fucked." Larry taunted as he continued to
twist and squeeze the man's balls.
Just as suddenly as he had started, he let go of the guys balls and walked away.
I could see the lust shining in his eyes. The same lust I had seen last night
when he raped my mouth. Suddenly I really pitied these 3 poor devils. They
must be in hell with no sign of the exit.
Larry walked right over to Pete and I.
"That Dink, is what Charlie meant. You will make these three cocksuckers
scream, just like I made Pigface scream. If you don't we will string you up
and you will do the screaming for them. Is that clear?" he said with a
maniacally look on his face.
"Yes." I croaked, it was obvious I really wasn't going to be the torturer here,
I was still a victim.
This was not the Larry I knew and had come to love. This was a beast, an evil
beast from the primordial ridges of time. Come to life in the body of this
beautiful man. I could have gone on, but he didn't give me anymore time to
pursue these thoughts.
"Now you get over to Asslicker, he's the one in the middle, and do exactly what
I just did to Pigface. I'll be right beside you to guide you in the fine art of
making some poor fucker scream his fucking lungs out." he said with a laugh.
On shaky legs I headed over to the poor wretch hanging in the centre of the
room. He saw me coming and knew without doubt I was going to hurt him. I
watched the fear well up in his eyes, saw his body begin an involuntary shudder.
All the things that I did when I was in his place. I pulled my eyes of his face
right away.
I couldn't look the man in the eye. I knew deep inside that a couple of minutes
after looking anyone of these three men in the eye, I would end up taking their
place.
Instead I looked at the nuts I was about to torment. Nuts that looked
relatively unscathed compared to the rest of his body. They weren't huge balls,
they were about average size, about the same size as mine. His flaccid cut
dick was about four inches long and lay peacefully on top of his scrotum.
"Get your left hand under his nuts and wrap your thumb and forefinger around so
they touch." Larry instructed.
Knowing the consequences for failure to obey, did as instructed.
"Now pull down until the balls are pulled tightly together and fit in the palm
of your hand."
Again I did as instructed. The mans nuts slid up into the palm of my hand.
They were warm and I could feel a slight pulsing. They felt so good, I wanted
to bend down and start licking and sucking on them. Larry had other ideas.
"Now slowly close your fingers around them, squeezing tighter and tighter. You
must do it under complete control so the pain builds gradually. Listen to
first his moans, then his little cries as it starts to hurt, then his begging
when it is hurting a lot, then his fucking screams as it feels like you are
tearing his nuts off." as he told me all this the excitement in him kept
building and his voice got louder and louder.
The man's nuts felt so good as I closed my hand. Oh why oh why did I have to
hurt them? I knew why of course, because Charlie said so.
He gave a little gasp when my squeezing started to get a bit tight. What
surprised me was I knew just before he gave that gasp that he was going to.
Then the cries began. Short ones, not a lot of volume either. Then some
intakes of breath and the duration of the cries got longer and shriller.
A few seconds later he was screaming in agony. My fist had closed tight on his
nuts. I could feel them in my palm pulled tightly together, much like a couple
of small rubber balls.
"Come on Dink, squeeze fucking harder, make this puke scream. He's just
laughing right now. I want fucking screams." Larry growled in my ear.
I squeezed harder, the man screamed louder and longer. It finally reached a
point where he would gasp in air and scream one long steady scream until the air
was used up, take another gasp and scream again.
Tears were falling down my cheeks I felt so sorry for the man, I wanted to
stop, but couldn't. I did not want to end up in his position. He and his
buddies had brought it on themselves, I kept telling myself, trying to ease my
conscience.
"Ok, you have a nice scream going there, Dink, now lets really make it hurt,
pull down roughly and twist to the left and right quickly while you do it. You
will hear an immediate difference in his screams, the volume will increase
tremendously." Larry instructed.
Again I complied with the order. The poor bastard screamed from the depths of
his soul, but Larry wouldn't let me stop. I pulled and twisted those poor nuts
20 times by my count before Larry finally let me release them. The poor
bugger kept howling for quite a few minutes after I had let go.
I knew what he was going through, hadn't I gone through something similar last
night, and would have to go through again to night. And my crime was not even
one tenth as bad as theirs had been.
"You know how to do it now Dink, so your on your own with Pussyhole. Don't take
any short cuts. Do it exactly the same way you did the Asslicker. Remember the
consequences. Pete and I will watch from back here. If you do not do it
exactly the same way or worse, we will string you up and Pete and I will both do
it to you one at a time. Now go do it."
I approached the guy and could see him trying to get away from me even though he
was chained spread eagle and there was no way out. He had watched and heard
his two buddies go through this and knew what to expect. In many ways this
poor bugger was going to get it worse no matter how hard I squeezed. He had to
go through all that watching and waiting for the horror.
I didn't waste any time. I wanted this over with as soon as possible. I
grasped his nuts as Larry had shown me. Wrapped my thumb and forefinger around
them and pulled down until his nuts were resting in my palm.
Pussyhole had much bigger nuts than Asslicker. Almost twice as large. I have
big hands, but his nuts filled them. I closed my fingers gently at first, then
began to squeeze. I realized right away I was not going to be able to squeeze
these nuts as well as I had the other guy. There was no way I wanted to take
his place so I decided to play it safe.
"Larry, Pete, this guys got big fuckin' nut I can't get the same grip on them I
had with the other prick."
Larry came right over and slapped me playfully on the back.
"I knew you were a real man, Dink, not some fucking wuss. In this case do his
nuts one at a time. Use the same procedure only wrap your thumb and forefinger
around one nut and pull down. This is a better method anyway, it causes twice
as much pain." Larry said happily.
I did as instructed and before I even got the one nut into the palm of my hand
the guy was crying in pain. I pulled down tight and closed my hand squeezing
his nut. His screams were unbelievable. I didn't know it was possible for a
human voice to make such sounds. I figured since I was only doing half his nuts
at a time I would only do half the pulls and twists to each nut. It didn't
seem fair to make him take 20 on each nut.
It didn't matter any way he faded away into that world of blackness on the
second pull and twist of his second nut.
Pete came over and said that would be enough for him. They both congratulated
me for sticking with it even though I didn't like having to do it.
"You are learning a valuable lesson here Dink. A slave must always follow the
Master's orders, even when you hate it as much as we know you hate doing this."
Pete said.
"You will be happy to know Dink that because you obeyed and performed an act
that is inherently against your nature, you have only one more punishment to
deliver to these asshole. Although they will see it as a punishment, it really
isn't." Pete informed me.
"For the past week or so, we have been opening their asspussy's, but they are
all still virgins. We are going to bring them down from the chains and the
three of us are going to take their ass cherries all at the same time." Larry
said gleefully.
I could see that his cock was still throbbing inside his tight leather pants.
That made me take a quick look down at Pete's crotch. He had on the same type
of leather pants and his dick was just as hard as Larry's.
This was the first thing that I had been forced to do since being abducted that
didn't cause my fucking dick to betray me. He was no happier about torturing
someone than I was.
We let the prisoners down one at a time, and carried them over to a leather
topped table, similar to the one in my cell room. They each were placed across
the table. Their wrists were cuffed to a bar that ran along the bottom of the
table on one side and their ankles were shackled on the other.
It was quite a sight to see the three rather bruised, red welted bottoms lying
there side by side, waiting for a cock to be driven deep into their holes.
Pete walked around to the side of the table with the men's heads. He crouched
down so he could look them in the eye.
"In just a few moments your new lives as male whores will begin. The three of
us will have the pleasure of taking your ass cherry. From that moment, your
asshole will cease to be an asshole. It will become your pussy."
He got up and returned to the back end. They both stripped down and I removed
my pouch. As soon as their pants were undone their cocks popped out, throwing a
string of precum into the air. They had an advantage over me, they were both
hard. But so far nothing had happened to turn me on.
"Give me your pouch Dink." Larry said.
I handed it to him. I didn't see Pete come up behind me.
"Hands behind your back Dink." Pete ordered and when I did he cuffed them
together.
What the fuck was going on, I wondered.
"Go down to the bar and tell Charlie that we are about to take the cherries of
the assholes." Pete instructed. "You will do that by entering the bar and
yelling it out at the top of your lungs. You will then go to the outside door
and go out to the street. Walk to the middle of the road and scream out, "My
name is Harold, I am a wussy, dip shit faggot and Charlie should string me up by
my little cherry pit balls." You will then reenter the bar and yell it out
again. Then you will come right back here. Have you got that?"
I gulped, now why the fuck do I have to do that. Shit I did what they wanted.
Why do they always have to make me do humiliating things and to go out onto the
street naked, not dressed as a dog.
"Yes, Pete." I said, tears forming in my eyes.
"Stop your fucking crying and get out of here." Larry yelled.
I moved quickly to the door. I had expected one of them to come and open the
door for me but they didn't. My hands were free, they were just cuffed behind
my back, so I turned around and opened the door.
I looked out into the hall to make sure no one was there then hurried out.
Naked as the day I was born I scurried down the hall to make an announcement in
a public bar and the street outside.
When I got to the bar I opened the door and stepped in. Of course the place
was packed and they all started whistling and everything the moment I stepped in
the room. At that same moment my fucking cock sprang to attention and saluted
the bastards. The little prick really liked this shit.
Just what I fucking needed, my cock embarrassing me again. I knew I had to
carry out the order and do it quickly so I took a deep breath and let her rip.
"Master Charlie, Sir." I yelled out as loud as I could. "We are about to take
the cherries of the assholes."
My cock was throbbing and precum started to drip in a long silver string. But I
could do nothing about it and went on with my instructions.
I scurried quickly across the bar, hands reached out, grouping my cock and
slapping at my ass. All eyes were on me, my heart was beating a mile a minute
and I felt like shit.
I opened the door and went out into the dugout and up the stairs. The sun was
shining, it was a beautiful day. Every time I had been up here as Dinky doggie
the street had been empty except for the odd pedestrian passing by.
When I reached the top of the stairs I stopped dead in my tracks. The fucking
street was crowded with people. I began shaking and trembling uncontrollably.
My dick was throbbing more then it had ever throbbed in my life.
I had to go to the middle of that street and make that fucking announcement. It
was too late to do anything else, I was already outside and to go back in
without making the announcement would be a hundred time worse than anything that
could happen to me out here.
I forced myself to run to the middle of the road and stop. I was instantly
surrounded by people. They formed a circle, completely enclosing me. I almost
pissed myself from the shame and fear that was coursing through me.
"My name is Harold, I am a wussy dip shit faggot and Charlie should string me up
by my little cherry pit balls." I yelled.
The people, men and women all started laughing at me. I am sure I turned every
shade of pink that it is possible for the human skin to generate. I hung my
head in shame and started to head back towards the bar but the crowd seemed to
have no intention of opening up to let me by.
I felt like an animal trapped and cornered with the hunter closing in, and for
good reason they were.
They started moving inwards, laughing and shouting at the naked man that had
just yelled out some insane remarks. What the fuck was I going to do, what the
fuck were they going to do. I ran all around the slowly closing circular wall
of people closing in on me, looking for a weak spot or opening. There was none.
I cried and begged them to let me through but no one paid me the slightest heed.
They just kept laughing at me and closing in. I suddenly noticed that any time
I got near someone in the front row, that person moved back a bit. Almost as
if they were afraid I would touch them.
I had to get off this street for two very good reasons. The first, Charlie
would be real pissed if I didn't get back in there toots sweet. The second, I
couldn't stand being out here naked.
I had the incentive to take a chance so I walked towards the front edge and kept
moving forward, those in front backed up as I advanced. It was slow going but
eventually they parted just above the steps and I scooted down and into the bar.
I could hear the crowd cheering and laughing as I closed the door.
I went quickly to the centre of the room. Charlie's table was almost directly
in front of me. He was looking at me with a little smile on his face.
Bastard, I thought.
"My name is Harold, I am a wussy dip shit faggot and Charlie should string me up
by my little cherry pit balls." I yelled out again, hoping beyond hope that he
didn't actually carry that out.
I then got myself back to the Training room as quickly as I could. My cock was
throbbing like mad and precum was dribbling all over the fucking place.
Pete met me inside the door and removed the handcuffs.
"Well that seemed to have worked." he said.
"What worked, Pete?" I asked in confusion and still shaking from my ordeal.
"Sending you down to the bar naked. You now have yourself a nice raging hard
on. Charlie said it would work if you didn't get it up working on these guys."
and he began to laugh.
I realized that he was right. For just a second I was angry with him, but then
realized it wasn't him, it was Charlie. So I did the only sensible thing and
laughed along with him as we made our way to the three virgin asses waiting to
be de cherried.
As I had been the aggrieved party, the guys graciously gave me the first choice.
Without hesitation I chose the ringleader, I may not get to give him the pain
that he caused me, but I would take his dignity in its place.
I had no intention of giving the bastard any preparation time.
"Ok whore," I said, placing my throbbing dick up against his virgin hole. "Her
comes your first dick." and I shoved with all my might, ramming my cock all the
way into his virgin hole.
He let out a scream of pain. I didn't give a fuck. I pulled all the way out
and rammed in again. The insides of his hot pussy felt good as my throbbing
cock slid in and out of his warmth.
I am natural bottom and don't much like being a top. But this was a revenge
fuck and I didn't intend on stopping until I blew my load up his ass. His cries
of pain had now changed to sobs. I was doing my very best to make sure he
didn't get any pleasure from this at all.
However I hit his prostate a few times and he began to get into it, giving
little moans of pleasure. For some reason this really pissed me off. I
forced my hand down between his legs and gave his nuts a tight squeeze. He
squealed in pain and I was happy again.
I humped away, driving hard, for a good ten minutes before I felt that familiar
tingling in my nuts, telling me they were about to explode. I picked up the
pace and saw those beautiful stars as my seed shot deep into the pricks bowels.
"There you go you mother fucking shit head." I yelled out. "Take my cum up your
butt. The first of many, bitch. Take it. Take it." and then I gave a scream
of my own.
I had forgotten about my sore fucking urethra. My cum was like liquid fire
shooting down that raw tube. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.
Being in the throes of climax most likely made the pain more bearable.
All my frustrations of the last few weeks were emptying into this man who
symbolized for me, all that was wrong in the world. When my nuts were finally
empty, I had to hold still for a few minutes to let the pain in my urethra fade
away. I then pulled my cock out of his new asspussy. It was covered with shit
and some specs of blood.
I quickly walked around to the other side of the table, grabbed him by the hair
and lifted his head up.
"Open your fucking mouth cunt. My cock needs cleaning." I ordered.
He kept his mouth firmly closed. He didn't want anything to do with the
disgusting mess stuck to it. I was high enough to force the issue. I brought
my free hand up and placed my thumb over one of his eye's.
"Open your mouth and clean me up or in ten seconds you will be blind, prick." I
said pressing my thumb into the eye.
He must have believed me capable, because his mouth flew open. I didn't
hesitate for a second, I rammed it in. The smell must have got him because he
started gagging.
"Fuck off with the gagging nonsense," I yelled at him. "Eat the fucking shit
off my cock and make sure you swallow every fucking sickening piece, you good
for nothing piece of shit."
He realize I was almost out of control and that he had better do everything he
could to appease.
I watched fascinated as he actually cleaned all that disgusting crap off my cock
and swallowed it. He gagged a few times in the process, but he got it all
down. By then my cock was throbbing again it went from a clean up job to a
blowjob. At this point my lust had taken over again and the pain of
ejaculation was forgotten for the moment.
It was at just about this point that I looked up and saw Pete and Larry staring
at me. It was a look of respect. They both smiled when I looked up.
"Make the faggot bitch suck that cock, Harold. Cum in the bitch's mouth and
make him swallow it all." Larry said happily as he humped the ass of his
victim.
"Fuckin' A." I responded in my sudden lust.
I much prefer to have my dick sucked to pushing it in an asspussy, so it didn't
take very long before I shot my wad into the fuckers hot mouth. There was pain
again, surprisingly much less so then the first time. He swallowed most of my
cum, but a bit dripped onto the floor.
"You fucking piece of shit." I yelled at him. "I told you to swallow it all,
now you've made a fucking mess all over the fucking floor. Well I know how to
fix fuckups like you prick."
"Are there bowls in that cupboard over there?" I asked the guys.
Pete said yes so I hurried over and found what I was looking for, I also found a
big spoon. As well there was a box of nasal tissues, which gave me an idea.
I pulled out a few and hurried back to Pigface.
I placed the bowl and spoon down, took a tissue and wiped up the dribbled cum.
I grabbed Pigface by the hair and pulled his head back.
"Open your cocksucker, pig." I demanded.
This time he complied right away. The moment he opened it I jammed the cum
soaked tissues in his mouth.
"Eat up the fucking mess you made, pig." I demanded.
With no other alternative available to him he started chewing. I bent down,
picked up the bowl and spoon and went around to his back end. I placed the
bowl up against his pussy hole and demanded that he shit.
He pushed and soon my cum came squirting out along with some little bits of shit
and mucus. I used the spoon to clean around his new pussy, to make sure I got
it all.
Back around front I went. Pete and Larry now knew what I was about to do and
heartily endorsed this by yelling out encouragement.
"Way to go Harold." from Pete.
"Feeding time down at the farm." from Larry.
And more insane stuff like that. I really wasn't paying all that close
attention. I had discovered, power. I had the power to do just about
anything I wanted to Pigface. He was mine.
"Look at all the nice stuff that was up your pussy, Pigface." I said evilly.
"Time to pay for failing to obey orders. Next time you are told to swallow it
all you fucking well better swallow it all." I taunted him.
I dipped the spoon into the shit mixed goop and came out with a spoonful which I
pushed into his mouth. Big tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his
cheeks, but I had no mercy for this bastard. I made him eat every last drop of
the crap I had collected in that bow.
By this time Pete and Larry had finally blown their loads. They went around
and made the guys clean up their cocks.
I went around behind with the bowl and collected the goop, then had a great time
feeding it to Pigface. I never realized that I was capable of such an act of
cruelty, but this guy and his buddies had really hurt me and I wanted revenge.
Pete, Larry and I had a quick wash-up at the sink then got dressed and headed to
the bar, leaving the poor bastards bound to the table.
Back in the bar we all sat at the table with Charlie and the guys told him all
about what had happened. As they went on and on about how good a job I had
done, Charlie's smile got bigger and bigger.
"Well Dink, I guess you have earned a reward. You can have your name back.
From now on we will all call you Harold." he said proudly.
Whoopee shit, I thought. I got my name back. I would much rather have my
life, but I guess I had to take things one step at a time.
"Thank you Sir. I really do appreciate your kindness, Sir." I said.
"Your quite welcome Harold. I also have another reward for you. I still want
your nut sack stretched, but it will be done by a different method then the one
Larry uses. Therefore Pete will take over that chore starting tonight." he
said, placing a hand over mine.
That was indeed a reward. I sure hadn't been looking forward to tonight. It
was time to build some more points. I really hate brown nosing, but.......
"Thank you, Sir. I know I don't really deserve such consideration after all my
fuck ups yesterday, Sir. I do appreciate your kindness, Sir." I humbled
myself.
"Quite alright Harold. Now lets have a nice dinner." he said.
"Harry." he yelled. "Bring on the chow."
The chow was a steak dinner exactly the same as the one we had that first day I
was here. This time though, I was given a set of cutlery and was able to enjoy
Harry's culinary skills. The dinner was delicious. Charlie even had Harry
bring me a coke to drink instead of beer.
When dinner was finished, Charlie gave me permission to go back to the cell
room. Pat and Pete said they would join me in about an hour. I rose from the
table, remembering to thank Charlie for the great dinner. Then headed back to
the cell room.
It was into the shower right away to wash away the afternoons collections of
sweat. All and all I reflected, as the hot water beat down, it really had not
been a bad day after all. The only really bad parts had first being forced to
eat that garbage and sour milk at lunch. The second had been having to go out
into the street naked, but I had survived the day and had no new pains.
After toweling down good I went and lay down on my cot. I soon fell into a lie
doze and didn't hear Pat and Pete arrive. A kiss on the forehead from Pat
brought me back into the real world.
"Wake up sleepy head, the evening awaits." Pat said jovially.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"I must have been a lot more tired then I had thought." I said yawning and
stretching.
"Well come on get yourself over to the table, Pete has some work to do." Pat
said.
Ya Pete, I thought, all I could do was hope that he would not put me through the
pain that Larry had.
I made my way over to the table and jumped up, sitting with my legs dangling
over the edge.
"Ok, Harold, first off there is no way to stretch you sac without causing some
pain or discomfort. My method is much less drastic than Larry's and therefore
much less painful." he stated.
"You don't have to worry about 50 pound weights being dropped by that fucking
machine of his."
That made me feel better right away.
"However stretching still involves weights. I am going to start you with a
one pound. You will have to wear it for the full four hours this evening. It
will be uncomfortable and it may even be painful, but it doesn't come off and it
must hang down the whole time."
"Well it has got to be a thousand times better than a twenty pound weight
bouncing for hours on end." I said.
"Yes, it will me much better than that, however, you will not be bound and you
may get the desire to reach down and pull up on the weight to relieve the
pressure for a few seconds. That Harold is a no, no. You do that and I am
required to automatically add four more hours onto the current session."
"Four extra hours, just because I shift the weight around?" I asked in
consternation.
"That's right. My advice is keep your hands completely away from your groin.
You will be monitored at all times while wearing the weight. If in the opinion
of the monitor you have attempted to relieve the pressure, the four hours will
be added. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, I will try to keep my hands in plain view and away from the jewels." I
answered
He brought out a little leather jacket similar to the one that Larry had used.
"This one is almost the same as the one you wore last night, the difference is
the number of straps that attach to the weights. This one has four, it
spreads the pull of the weights much more evenly around your balls. You will
find this much more comfortable then the two strap version you wore last night.
As we increase the weight, we will also increase the number of straps. The
four will be good until we get up to twenty pounds."
He then placed the little jacket onto my nuts and fastened it so it was snug.
He then attached the one pound weight, it hung between a half and an inch below
my nuts. As Pete had warned it was uncomfortable. My nuts were still sore
from last night, however I would be able to manage.
"Now up you get and walk around a bit. You will have to get used to carrying
the weights around. There will be times when you will have to wear them while
working." Pete instructed.
"What!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"You can bet your booties that there will be times that Charlie is going to want
you to work the bar or do some other job in the evenings. He has already said
the stretching was to take place in the evenings, so it is quite possible, in
fact more than likely that you will have to wear the weights while working."
"Oh shit just what I need." I complained getting off the table carefully.
It really wasn't too bad at all. The hardest thing to get used too would be the
banging of the weights against my legs. I didn't like that at all, there
wasn't any pain, it just didn't feel good.
"Well, how does it feel?" Pete asked.
"As you said, uncomfortable, but I can manage." I replied.
"If you decide you don't like it, you could always go and ask Charlie to let
Larry use his machine again." Pat piped in.
"Oh yes, I am sure I would do that, not." I laughed.
They had me walk around the room a few more times with them both giving little
bits of advice on how to avoid the little snaps of pain I kept getting. Within
a very short while I had mastered the technique and could walk quite well.
"Ok, Harold, we have a little surprise for you. Charlie has decided that you
deserve another reward." Pat said with a smile.
"I do? What for?" I asked.
"Don't ask questions, just take the rewards and be thankful." Pete warned.
"Sorry." I replied meekly.
"No probs, it takes time to learn everything Harold." Pat said. "Now for the
surprise, were going to watch a couple of movies."
I perked right up at that. I had not had any form of entertainment, except for
a couple of books that Pat had brought me, since my arrival. A movie sounded
fantastic.
"Afraid you will have to stand the whole time though. The seats in the theatre
were not designed for someone wearing a ball stretching weight." Pete warned.
"Hey I can handle that. A movie, huh, a real down to earth fucking movie, wow.
I promise I won't touch my nuts either. Oh yeah..... when do we go." I was so
excited, I felt like a little kid going to the movies for the first time without
his parents.
They both laughed at my childish glee and told me to calm down. We had a half
hour to kill before we could leave, so I practiced my walking.
The first movie was Spartacus followed by a gay porn flic, A Slave is Born.
Spartacus of course is an old epic, which I have seen a number of times and
love. A Slave is Born on the other hand, was almost a complete reenactment of
what had happened to me so far, plus a whole bunch of things that
hadn't........yet.
I was particularly upset by what the dogs did to the poor slave when he was
taken on his first outing, away from his Master's dungeon. I just shook my
head and prayed that nothing like that ever happened to me. Of course you
should know about me and prayers by now.
When we arrived back in the cell room, Pete announced that I still had ten
minutes to go and then the weight could be removed. Then Pat gave me some news
that sent chills up my back.
"You won't be going into Dinky doggie mode first thing in the morning, Harold.
So once you are showered and shaved, put on your boots, pouch and muscle straps,
then head down to the bar. You will be going on the special job Charlie has
mentioned, tomorrow afternoon. After breakfast you will be helping Harry in
the Kitchen for the morning."
"Ok." I said, knowing better than to ask questions for which I would not receive
any answers.
I was wondering what the hell the special job could be, then the movie came back
to mind, and I started to worry.
Pete finally announced that it was time to remove the weight. He bent down and
quickly detached the weight, then the little leather jacket. It was a relief
to get the fucking thing off, but at least my nuts weren't throbbing. Life was
looking up.
Pete said good night and left. Pat wrapped me in his arms, gave me a long
passionate kiss then said his good nights and was gone.
I made my way to my cot and lay down. I closed my eyes and visions of big, mean
dogs filled my head.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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