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
Chapter 13
Harold is punished
Whatever it was Pat had injected into my arm it made me sleep until the next
morning. I noticed right away that I was on my cot and not the table where I
had fallen asleep. Someone had moved me.
I sat up, my bladder was full and it needed emptying. I got up from the cot
and was confronted by two surprises. One, the cell door was closed and two, it
was locked.
My cell hadn't been locked for over a week, what was up? I hadn't done
anything that would give Charlie the impression I would try to escape. At least
I couldn't remember having done anything.
What the hell was I going to do. I usually woke up an hour or more before Pat
arrived in the mornings. How the hell was I going to hold my bladder that
long, it felt ready to burst.
Then I remembered that the cell room was monitored 24 hours a day by video and a
mic.
"Master Charlie, Sir." I called out into the empty room.
"My bladder is ready to burst Sir, could someone come and let me go to the
toilet?"
Like a real nut case I waited a moment for some reason, expecting an answer from
the empty room.
"If I have done something to displease you Sir, I apologize." I humbled myself,
I really did have to piss.
"I don't remember doing it, Sir. Please let me go to the toilet."
I started to feel just a little too self-conscious talking to the empty room and
stopped. I went and sat on the cot, hoping someone would come right away and
let me have a piss.
Well just like my prayers never seemed to get answered around here, neither do
my hopes get fulfilled. It was at least an hour before Pete showed up.
As soon as I heard the cell room door being opened I was on my feet. I was
surprised to see Pete enter, normally Pat came in the mornings.
"Good morning Pete, am I ever glad to see you. My bladder is about to burst."
I said.
Pete ignored me completely, not even looking my way. He went straight into the
washroom and I could hear him moving around in there.
"Pete." I called out desperately. "Please let me go to the toilet. What did I
do wrong? Pete, please man, I really gotta go." I was starting to beg now.
Pete appeared at the washroom door. He looked at me and I could see a bit of a
sad look in his eyes. He was being forced to do something he really didn't
want to do. My begging was not making it easier on him I could see.
He walked over to the cage, standing in front of me. In his hand he held a
clear bag. He passed it through the bars to me.
"That bag contains a sterile penis catheter. You will also find a small tube
of lube. Open the package and lube up the long part, you will be pushing it
up your urethra so make sure you lube it good. Open the bag and begin." he
instructed.
I was really scared now. I had done something and Charlie was really pissed.
Other wise Pete would have at least been civil. With shaking hands I tore the
top off the bag and removed the catheter.
It was a semi flexible, clear plastic tube about eight inches long and three
eighths inches in diameter. One end was rounded to make insertion easier. The
other end had a harness affair, I really wasn't sure how it was used at this
point.
I punctured the top of the tube with the thingy in the lid and spread the lube
all over the catheter.
"What's wrong Pete? Why do I have put this thing in my Dick" I asked with
trembling lips.
"Never mind the fucking questions, just do what your told or we will come in and
do it for you. I guarantee you won't like it if we do." Pete said sternly.
"Ok, Pete sorry, don't get angry." I said.
Then with a sudden surge of bravado I called out loudly.
"Master Charlie, Sir. I think I at least should be told why I am being
punished, Sir. How can I correct my behavior if you won't tell me what I did
wrong?"
All the while I kept spreading the lube onto the catheter. Pete was watching me
closely and once the thing was well lubed he gave me the remaining instructions.
"Now place the rounded end at your piss slit and push the catheter all the way
until that little flange at the end rests against your slit. It shouldn't be
painful, just feel a bit uncomfortable." he said.
Well Pete was wrong. The inside of my urethra was still tender from that
fucking swizzle stick that had been used on me. The damned catheter burned all
the way in. I clenched my teeth and gave out a little yelp of pain.
Once the thing was in, the pain receded to a dull ache. The need to piss had
increased a hundred fold as I started inserting that catheter. I stood there
bouncing from leg to leg and holding it from being pushed out by my squirming.
"Come close to the bars and I will hold the thing in place while you fasten the
cock ring around you cock and nuts." Pete instructed
A cock ring! Now I could see how it worked. The collar was actually a leather
strap about one quarter inch wide. It was joined by Velcro, all I had to do
was pull the two ends apart and it opened. Four elastic straps joined the cock
ring to the flange on the end of the catheter. I followed his instructions and
wrapped the cock ring straps around the root of my dick and balls then pressed
the Velcro ends together. It was a fairly snug fit and caused my cock and nuts
to be forced outward.
I had a sudden thought. What if I should get a hard-on while wearing this
little, torture device, and I was sure it was going to be a torture device. I
was thinking it just might be pretty damned painful. It was bad enough I had
to piss, I really didn't need a lot of other pain along with it.
Once the catheter was in and the cock ring holding device fastened, Pete
unlocked the cell door.
"Get over and up on the table, you have to go into doggie mode right away." Pete
ordered.
"But Pete I have to piss so fucking bad, my guts are on fire." I complained.
"Look Harold, just do what your told or you may find things a lot more
uncomfortable then they are now." Pete warned.
With that warning, I shut my mouth and went over and got up on the table. By
now I knew exactly what to do during preparation for doggie mode so I rolled
over onto my back and waited.
Pete went to the cupboard and brought out the box that held the doggie outfit.
He had just placed it on the tray beside the bed when the cell room door opened
and Charlie entered, followed by Larry and then Pat.
Charlie walked right over to the table and looked at me with fire in his eyes.
That look told me I was in terrible trouble. I had done something that had
really pissed him off and now I was going to pay a very stiff price I was sure.
But what the fuck did I do?
"You really are one dumb fuck, Harold." Charlie spit out at me.
"I thought you had learned you status, your place in the chain of things. But
no, you still think you are somebody, you still think you have rights, you still
think you are more important than your Master's wishes." the anger in his voice
was mounting as he spoke.
He motioned to Larry. Larry stepped forward with what looked like a small
cassette player. Larry pushed a button and the sound of my voice filled the
room.
"The fucker treated me like a piece of shit, made me suck dog cock, humiliated
me completely in front of people that know me. Now the bastard adds insult to
injury by paying a fucking bonus. I'd like to cut the bastards guts out and
make him eat them as he dies."
"Easy, easy Harold. It wasn't that bad. Your not hurt are you?" Pat's voice
spoke.
"Your fucking wrong Pat, I am hurt. I am hurt more than the fucking whippings,
more than the agony of that fucking little cage. They made me into a nothing
today Pat, a nothing. A worthless piece of shit, that is all that I am now.
Just a worthless piece of shit."
Larry turned off the cassette player.
"Was that your voice saying those thing Harold?" Charlie asked.
How could I fucking deny it, it was my voice and it was what I had said to Pat.
"Yes, Sir." I answered sheepishly.
I was beginning to get an idea of what this was all about.
"You called one of the finest Master's in this city a, "fucker," and a,
"bastard." Then you made a threat against him. You wanted to cut out his guts
and make him eat them as he dies." he was almost screaming now.
"On top of that you were complaining about being humiliated, being made into
nothing, being made into a piece of shit. How the fuck can you possibly be
humiliated. You are a nothing. You are useless piece of shit. You have been
lower than a piece of shit from the moment you were taken into service." he
yelled.
"You have no rights. You are nothing. You belong to me and I will fucking well
do anything I want to you. I couldn't careless what you think about it. You
are not entitled to think. You can't think because your a useless piece of
shit." he was absolutely livid now.
My bladder was pushing really hard against the catheter and I was in some real
pain. As well I was shaking like a leaf. Charlie was mad as hell and I was
in some really serious trouble. I had made some bad mistakes and was now going
to pay the price.
Pat handed Charlie a glass of water and whispered something in his ear.
Charlie walked away, taking sips of the water. I continued to shake and now I
could feel my guts rolling around. I was going to vomit, I was just about to
let Pete know when everything went black.
A strong burning smell entered my nostrils and brought me back from the land of
peace and quiet. He was tapping my face gently.
"Come on Harold wake up. Come on....., wake up Harold." he was saying.
I coughed and choked from the retched stuff he was holding under my nose. I
opened my eyes and could see Pat standing beside me, he pulled that fucking
stink pad away.
Charlie, Pete and Larry were standing to Pat's right and slightly behind. Once
I was awake, Pat backed away.
"Not only are you a useless piece of shit, your also a fucking wimp." Charlie
spat at me.
Charlie's face was no longer a deep scarlet, it was back to it's natural colour.
"I am tired of playing games with you Harold. I am going to give you one last
chance to dedicate yourself to me. If you fail, then despite Pat's pleas, I am
going to sell you for body parts to a South American Medical outfit." he said
calmly.
"I don't want to have to do that, but, by the lord liftin', if you don't learn
this time you are gone. Do you understand?" he a very serious tone.
"Yes Sir." I answered in a very shaky voice.
"Master Dieter is hosting a party tomorrow night. He wanted a slave to punish
as entertainment for his guests. I was going to send one of the guys that
worked you over, but have decided that you need to be put in your place once and
for all. If anyone can do it Dieter can." he paused to let this sink in.
"Dieter's father was very high up in Hitler's Nazi Germany and rumor has it that
he was a master interrogator. I believe it, I have seen Dieter work on a
recalcitrant slave. He could only have learned his little tricks from an
expert."
He lifted the water glass and took another sip.
"You will be shipped over to him this afternoon and will spend 48 hours in his
care. I am sorry, Harold. I wish it hadn't come to this, but you can not get
away with the things you said about Master Granger. When you return, you will
be a very docile slave and that is a fact. Be in the bar for breakfast in 15
minutes." he said as he turned and walked away.
I was speechless. I was being turned over to the son of a fucking Nazi
torturer. His little warning about returning as a docile slave meant I was in
for 48 hours of pure hell. Right there and then I stopped thinking. I just
closed in on myself.
I don't remember the guys getting me into the Dinky doggie outfit. One moment
Charlie was there making his fucking pronouncements the next I was on the leash,
following Pat down the hall.
Instead of the eyepiece they had inserted the nose piece. I could see with no
problems, but couldn't be bothered looking at anything. I just followed
wherever my leash went.
Pat led me over to Charlie and handed him the leash. I stood beside his chair
on all four doggie legs waiting for the inevitable fucking behind the ear
scratch, but it didn't come.
Charlie never said a word to me or even touched me.
"Harry." Charlie yelled. "Bring the fucking dog his breakfast."
That was not a good sign. He had never called me a, "fucking dog," before.
Breakfast was not going to be edible, I just knew it. I must be becoming
clairvoyant, because I was more than right.
It consisted of what could only have been scrapings from the garbage can. There
were coffee grounds, tea leaves, bits of egg shell, small bits of fat and bits
and pieces of vegetable peelings. It smelled like fucking garbage and tasted
even worse.
The water dish side at least contained fresh water.
I gagged and choked that breakfast down and drank the water to clear away the
taste in my mouth. As soon as I was finished Harry picked up the dish and
walked away.
A few moments later, I gave a big heave and puked the whole breakfast up, all
over Charlie's legs. Now if I was out to impress him, I don't think I did a
very good job of it.
He jumped up and pushed back, his chair went flying into the table behind where
a couple of guys were eating. One had a cup of coffee at his lips and it
splashed into his face and then ran down onto his chest. He in turned jumped up
screaming, because the fucking coffee was very hot, sending his chair into the
table behind him and well it was just one of your normal chain fucking
reactions.
"Get that fucking animal out of my sight before I ship it off to South America
right fucking now." Charlie bellowed.
I really wasn't paying that close attention because I started puking again. I
suppose if you were a bystander it may have been a funny sight to behold. But
I wasn't a bystander, I was the major player and I was in even more trouble than
I was before.
"Get it into a cage and ship it off to Dieter now, I want it out of this fucking
building until it is tamed." he ranted.
Pat quickly came around the table and grabbed the leash. He led me to the door.
On the way I got one hell of a bladder cramp and doubled up, falling to the
floor. My nose hit the floor hard and it knocked me almost unconscious.
Pat didn't see me go down so just kept walking, just as my nose smashed into the
floor the leash tightened almost breaking my fucking neck. I had a bruise on
my neck for almost two weeks afterwards.
In a flash Pat was beside me. He then started giving orders. I was bleeding
pretty badly from the nose. The two spines on the plastic nose had broken off
and were lodge up in the nostrils.
Before I fully regained my senses, I was on a cart and being wheeled quickly
down the hall to the cell room. It took Pat over two hours to get those spines
out of my nostrils and stop the bleeding. The whack on the nose had caused my
eyes to blacken. They were swelling and Pat had Pete applying ice to try and
stop it.
By noon hour, the bleeding was stopped, the swelling around my eyes had stopped,
all I had left was a constant throbbing inside my nose.
Charlie came in just before lunch to check and see how I was doing. Pat called
him over to the side, out of my hearing range and said something.
"No fucking way, Pat. It goes to Dieter anyway. I don't care if we have to
take it on a stretcher, it goes, do you understand? he said angrily.
"Yes Sir." Pat answered in a defeated voice.
Charlie then made his way over to me.
"You may have thought puking up your breakfast all over me was a good way to get
me to change my fucking mind. You may also have thought smashing your face on
the floor on purpose would also get you sympathy, well your fucking wrong.
Your going to Dieter's in exactly one hour from now." he spit out.
"Please, Master Charlie, Sir. I am sorry Sir. I will try to change, Sir. I
promise I will. Don't send me away, Master Charlie, please." I cried.
"Your fucking well going so forget the damned begging, it won't do you any
good." he bellowed.
"At least let Pat empty my bladder, Sir. My guts are on fire. The cramps are
really bad, Sir. Please, permit the emptying of my bladder."
"The reason you are going to Dieter's Harold is because you still have not
learned that it doesn't matter how much you hurt. It doesn't matter to me one
little bit. The way you asked for relief proves it, you keep babbling about
your pain, I don't give a fuck about your pain. No they will not empty your
fucking bladder. Maybe Dieter will, but I fucking doubt it. Suffer." he said
angrily and walked out of the room taking Pat with him.
"Up you get Harold." Pete ordered.
"We have to get you packed and crated for shipping."
Packed and crated, that was me. A piece of property being moved from one
building to another. Not taken out and driven like you would a man or even
your dog. No, they were going to pack me and crate me for fucking shipping.
A moment later the cell room door opened and Jake the guy I had seen yesterday
at the loading dock, looked in.
"This were you want the box Pete?" he asked.
"Ya, just bring it on in, Jake." Pete replied.
A crate just big enough for a man all folded up in a fetal position was pushed
into the room on a cart. Jake pushed it to the centre of the room. He and the
guys talked quietly for a moment then he left.
Larry walked to the crate and lifted the top off. He unfastened something and
lifted one of the sides up and off.
"Get over here Harold." Larry commanded.
It was useless to argue so to avoid any further trouble I made my way over on
very shaky, rubbery legs.
Pete made me hold out my wrists while he applied leather cuffs. He then bent
down and applied leather cuffs to my ankles as well.
Pete ordered me to open my mouth and a large foam ball was forced in. Once it
was in I had to close my lips tight and Pete taped them closed. The foam ball
was not light foam it was a very heavy foam and it soon forced my jaws wide
apart. It was terribly uncomfortable.
I was then ordered to get in the box and sit down. I was surprised to see that
the insides had molded Styrofoam, contoured for a man in a fetal position. I
had to squeeze myself in. It was a little difficult because my ass had to slid
down into a kind of well, and my legs rested on top. Once I was seated
properly, they each grasped a wrist and padlocked it to an ankle. Another
large piece of molded Styrofoam was placed on top of me, effectively coccooning
me inside the Styrofoam. There was a large hole above my face to facilitate
breathing.
The side of the crate was then reinstalled and the top placed on and I heard
screws being driven in with an electric screw driver.
A few minutes later the box was being moved. It seemed to take forever before
it stopped for a moment then started moving again. Then it stopped. I heard
Pete talking to someone, but it was very difficult to make out what was being
said. The Styrofoam acted as sound proofing.
The crate move a few more feet and stopped again. All became quiet. It
seemed like hours before the crate was moved again. I was in terrible pain.
This was not a good position for someone that had a full bladder, to be in.
My bladderbecame a constant burning pain, interrupted by severe cramping every 5
to 10 minutes. The waiting for something to happen was interminable. I
cried, I moaned, I prayed. I knew the prayers wouldn't help, but I said them
anyway.
After what had to be at least an hour, there were a couple of bumps then I felt
the crate being lifted. It was carried, probably by a couple of guys a very
short distance and then it was just dropped. The force of that dropped caused
extreme cramping in my gut. I tried screaming but all that came out through
the foam ball jammed in my mouth were moans that sounded more like moans of
pleasure then moans of pain.
I heard a door being slammed and a few moments later the vehicle engine started
and the truck started moving. It must have been a fairly large truck, because
I felt every single little tiny stone that it ran over on that fucking road.
Each one felt like we had driven over a fucking bolder. My guts were really on
fire now and I was beginning to feel like I might puke again.
I big wave of fear shot through me. If I were to puke now, I would suffocate
in just a few moments. All Master fucking Dieter would find to torture would
be a dead body. I instantly focused all my attention on not puking. Master
Dieter or no Master Dieter, I did not want to suffocate in my own puke.
I was spared that fate as I managed to get my roiling stomach to settle down.
Now the fucking bladder pain was even worse then before. I just couldn't win.
The truck stopped and then began to back up. It came to a stop and the door
was opened immediately. My crate was man handled to the door and whoever was
doing the man handling didn't give a fuck for the contents. Each fucking time
he banged it down or twisted it, sharp pains shot through my guts.
Then the crate was lifted up and carried a short distance. Again instead of
being placed down it was just dropped. The jar this time was just too great.
The pain that surged through my guts was beyond my ability to endure and I
passed into blessed unconsciousness.
When I awoke I was laying on a floor in a cell. I was fastened to the floor
spread eagle. The pain in my bladder was gone and for the first time since
awaking this morning I felt almost human again.
Having puked up my garbage breakfast this morning and having puked up my lunch
yesterday while smelling Killers ass, I was starving. Well what could I
expect, get rid of one pain only to replace it with another.
I lay there for what seemed like forever, hunger pains knawing at my guts. I
finally heard someone entering the area where I was being held.
"Ah, it has revived. Master will be most pleased." I heard a voice say.
I could not say anything, the gag was still firmly in place. Instead I craned
my neck trying to see who had just said those words. I don't know where he was
but I missed him completely. He left the room and I was alone again. But not
for long.
The door smashed open and the metallic click of someone with metal clips on
their boots walked straight towards me. Suddenly there he was, standing above
my head looking down.
My first look at Master Dieter was one of great, shuddering fear. He looked
like evil personified. He wore a black hood that only revealed a slightly
hooked, but long nose, sunken cheeks and a sharp pointed mouth and chin. I
didn't get to see any more of him at that viewing because he suddenly hawked up,
bent over and spit in my eyes.
It was a big gob and hit square on the nose ridge between my eyes, splitting in
half, with each half running into an eye and effectively blinding me.
He gave a great evil laugh, a laugh I was going to get to know only to well in
the next two days.
"The little fucking worm is awake and ready to learn how to be a slave, Dickie."
he said to someone.
"Yes Master." came an answer, I presumed from Dickie.
"Get the catheter out of it's dick and put on a proper cock ring. I want it
strung up in the punishment room, with it's heels one inch off the ground. We
will see how it likes standing on the pads of it's feet for a few hours." he
ordered
"I also want a 50 LB weight hung from it's nuts and 20 lbs. from each nipple.
Then leave it in the dark for two hours. Notify me when the two hours is up."
he further ordered Dickie.
"Yes Master, your wish is my command, Master Dieter, Sir." he said, as the
Master turned and left.
The spit had drained away from my eyes and I was able to focus again, just as
the Master disappeared.
Dickie came around into my view. He was about 5' 8" or 5' 9" and must have
weighed in at around 200 lbs. He was very muscular which led me to believe he
was involved in some kind of regular body training program.
He also wore a black hood that only permitted his nose and lower face to be
seen. The eye holes revealed two very dark brown eyes. He wore a black vest
that was cut to reveal the chest area, but came together and fastened at the
navel.
He wore a pair of black leather pants with the crotch cut out and had a black
leather pouch covering his tool. He was very well endowed judging by how he
filled out the pouch. On his feet he wore a pair of high sided boots that had
been highly shined.
Dickie wasted no time. He bent over and began unfastening the leather cock
ring that held the catheter in place. He was not gentle. Once it was undone
he just gave the catheter a jerk and pulled it straight out. It felt like he
was tearing the insides of my dick out with it and I gave a cry of pain, which
probably came out as a grunt, through the gag. He just looked at me and
laughed.
I had no doubt that this Dickie character was as sadistic as his Master. I
could see in his eyes that my pain had brought him pleasure.
"I am going to undo your bonds. If you so much as move a finger without me
telling you to, I will break both your fucking wrists. I would not advise you
testing to see if I can or not." he said with a big smile, almost trying to
convince me to go ahead and do something stupid.
I was so scared now, I made up my mind that I would do exactly what I was told
for the next two days. These guys were crazy and they would hurt me seriously
if I did not obey. My only hope was that I would survive and leave this horror
hole in one piece.
After he had my bonds undone he ordered me to stand and place my hands behind my
head. Then he warned me that under no circumstance was I to move them until
given permission. I obeyed immediately.
The he ordered me to spread my legs. I shifted them apart, but he wasn't
satisfied and called for more. I obeyed, they were spread pretty wide now and
it was getting difficult to maintain my balance.
"Not fucking far enough asshole." he yelled.
"Spread those fucking legs or I start breaking some fucking bones."
Terrified of this crazy bastard I continued to spread my legs. My cock and
balls were only about two feet off the ground now and I was having a hell of a
job trying to keep my balance.
"That's better shithead. Now just stay like that until I give you permission to
get back up." he ordered and then turned around and walked away.
I heard him leave the room. I was in a really difficult position. It was
very hard to maintain my balance and at the same time it was creating a terrible
stretching of my leg muscles. They were feeling like they might start
cramping.
If my legs began to cramp I would be in really serious trouble. I might fall
and that would cause me to have to move my hands from behind my head to catch
myself. I was also ordered to maintain this position. How the fuck was I
going to be able to do that if my legs cramped up. My fear just grew and grew.
He was gone for a good fifteen minutes or more. I was just starting to get a
bit of a cramp in my right foot when Dickie finally returned.
"Alright come along with me." he ordered.
Well now, I found I had a new problem. I could not obey him. I was totally
incapable of drawing my legs back together. I tried and tried but they
wouldn't move. I was beginning to panic.
"I said come along pukeface." he yelled.
I couldn't tell him that my legs wouldn't respond, the gag was still in place.
I was sweating like a stuffed fish. But it was useless my legs refused to
respond.
I could see Dickie getting angry because I had not started to move yet. Any
moment he was going to come and start breaking my bones. Tears of fear and
frustration arose in my eyes.
I was saved by my foot. That little cramp suddenly turned into a very sharp
pain which caused me to topple over. I saw Dickie looking at me and remembered
that he had not given permission for me to lower my arms.
As I went down I kept my fingers locked together behind my head, but brought my
elbows forward. I then let myself go into a role as I fell. I hit the floor
under complete control and did not hurt myself at all.
"If your finished playing fucking games, asshole, I am waiting." he said with a
smile.
I quickly got myself up to my feet and followed him. My leg muscles were
scream stop, stop, but my fear of Dickie kept saying go, go. I managed to keep
my hands still firmly locked behind my head the whole time.
He walked down a wide, brightly lit hallway. We passed a half dozen doors
before he finally opened one and motioned me to proceed him in.
It was a fairly large room with all kinds of weird stuff. There were saw
horses, tumbling horses, benches of all sizes, shapes and descriptions, spaced
around the room. From the ceiling hung chains, they were everywhere, the
ceiling was quite high, maybe 20 feet or more. They would be able to haul a
victim pretty high up off the floor. The thought sent shivers down my spine.
Up against the wall straight ahead of us as we entered the room were two
contraptions, on the left a large T frame on the right a large X frame. I
wasn't really sure what they would be used for but it looked suspiciously like I
might end up fastened to them so they could beat me. I shook some more.
Along the left wall were more contraptions of which it is almost impossible to
describe never mind trying to figure out what the hell kind of pain they would
inflict. One however was a large round tub that stood about 3 feet off the
floor and it was full of hot water, I could see the steam rising. More shivers.
Along the right wall were all kinds of different wooden scaffolding things.
Again I really didn't know what they were or how they were used. But they sure
didn't look pleasant.
Dickie led me to the centre of the room and pulled a little black box out of the
pocket of his black leather vest. He pushed some buttons and two chains
started to lower from the ceiling.
When they were low enough he grabbed my left wrist and attached the ring on my
cuff to the chain. Then he did the same with the right wrist. He had me
spread my legs so my feet were about two feet apart.
On the outside of each foot there were four inch square metal plates flush with
the floor surface. They fit so well I hadn't even noticed them until now.
He lifted the plate off the left one and brought out a chain which he attached
to the cuff at my ankle. There was some kind of motor device attached to the
chain because he pushed something in the hole and the chain retracted taking up
the slack from the chain. When it was just tight enough that I wouldn't be
able to close my legs he let go of the button or whatever. Then he did the
other ankle.
He stood up and pushed a button on his hand held device and the chains fastened
to my wrists began to lift and separate, pulling out to either side. He kept
the chains retracting until my heels just lifted off the floor. He went down on
his hands and knees to check how far. My full weight was now resting on just
the front pad and toes of my feet. He seemed to be satisfied, because he
pushed some more buttons then put the device in his pocket.
I was not in any pain but this certainly was not a comfortable position to be
in. I had a terrible feeling that before long the pads of my feet were going to
be aching horribly. The Master had said I would have to stay like this for two
hours.
Dickie had gone somewhere behind me. I could not get turned around enough to
see what he was doing, but I could hear him opening doors and pulling things
out.
I heard a cart being pushed and soon he reappeared pushing a small cart with the
instruments of torture upon it. He stopped the cart right in front of me.
"Every had any weights hung from your nuts?" he asked.
I nodded assent, the gag wouldn't let me speak.
"Well hope for your sake they were heavy cause the Master has ordered 50 lbs.
for you. That is a lot of weight to carry for ten minutes never mind 2 hours.
I think your in for a little pain there asshole." he said with a big smile.
He squatted down and took a small silver coloured ring from the tray. I
couldn't see what he was doing but I sure could feel it. He pushed each of my
nuts, one at a time through the ring. Then he forced my flaccid cock through.
He was none to gentle and he was causing me a lot of pain. It was a very tight
fit, my cock felt like it was being torn off.
Finally he had it on and pushed it up tight to the root of my dick and balls.
My dick was still burning a bit from his manhandling them.
Next he took a little black leather jacket off the tray. It looked exactly
like the ones Larry and Pete had used on me. He quickly fastened it around my
nuts. As with the one Pete had used, this one had four straps hanging down to
ensure an even distribution of the weight.
He then picked up a large leather bag affair, he had to use both hands to get it
off the cart. I realized that this was the weight and knew that I was going to
be in a world of hurt in just a few seconds.
Dickie bent down again and I could feel him doing things, a few seconds later I
saw stars and began to scream through my gag. My nuts felt like they were
being squashed by a giant hand. Even the pull yesterday of over a hundred
pounds had not felt this bad.
I just kept screaming and screaming. The pain seemed to get worse and worse
with each second. Stars were flying all around my eyes. Two fucking hours,
I was going to have to endure this pain, two fucking hours. Please somebody,
just fucking shoot me, please I screamed behind my gag.
Dickie just stood back and enjoyed my agony. When I was finally able to focus
again I could see that he had a raging hard on. His pouch was tented out
around 9 inches. He was just standing there breathing hard as he watched the
agony coursing through me.
The pain was still intense, but my vision had cleared. I figured any moment now
I would pass into that blessed blackness where pain did not exist. I must
have been hoping again, because it didn't happen.
He stood there enjoying my pain for a good ten minutes or more before he finally
moved.
"Well now shithead are you ready to get your nipples stretched?" he said with a
laugh.
He picked up a weird looking gadget from the tray, it looked like a small C
clamp but it was different. He held it up for me to see. The part that
screwed it closed had a pin in place of the flat clamp head of a C clamp. The
pin was pointed at the open end and coned back to about an eight of an inch in
diameter.
The part where this would press against instead of being solid, had a hole
exactly the right size for the pin. It was obvious what this thing was
supposed to do. He was going to clamp it onto my nipple. It would pierce the
nipple and therefore would not slip off. It might tear off, but it sure as hell
wouldn't slip.
I tried to beg him not to do this, but begging is next to impossible with a gag
over your mouth. He placed the thumb and forefinger of his left hand on my
right nipple and started tweaking it gently. He then reached in and licked it
with his tongue. In just a few seconds he had it standing straight out. He
grasped the nipple again in his fingers and pulled. He placed the clamp so the
pin would drive through the aureole.
I felt that pin piercing into the nipple and screamed out my pain, but he kept
turning it slowly. The pain shooting across my right pec was indescribable.
I finally felt the pin break through, but he kept turning I looked down and saw
that the nipple was beginning to compress, that is when he finally stopped
turning.
I was gasping and crying from the pain that was still shooting through my pec.
"Doesn't that feel nice, asshole." he chided.
He then took the other nipple in his fingers an tweaked. Then his tongue
again. How could my fucking nipple respond so well and stick out sot straight,
knowing what was going to happen?
He placed the clamp and had himself a wonderful time causing me more agony. But
the real pain was yet to come. I had forgotten about the weights.
Funny, or maybe it is not so funny, thing about the nipples, if you cause severe
pain to one of the little buggers, they get back at you by spreading that pain
completely across the entire pec. Both of my pecs felt like they were being
torn out by the roots. The pain reached all the way to the underarms where the
pain seemed to travel down the inside of the arm.
Of course for a good 5 or 10 minutes I could do nothing but scream out my agony
and try to get out of my bonds, which was impossible. This in turn caused
quite a bit of chaffing to my wrists and ankles. However I wouldn't find that
out for a while yet. The pain in my chest combined with the pain in my nuts
obliterated all other feelings.
The pain across my pecs finally started to fade to a dull ache in my nipples.
I had stopped screaming and now just moaned a bit in my misery.
"Pain is leaving is it asshole?" Dickie said with a wicked grin on the part of
his face that was visible below the mask.
"We can't have that, now can we?" he asked rhetorically as he turned and picked
up a stainless steel ball about 5 inches in diameter.
A stainless steel chain about 10 inches long was attached to the top of the
ball. He held the ball up by the chain and let it swing back and forth in front
of my still tearing eyes.
"Ten pounds of steel, shitface. Your gonna get two for each nipple. Think
the nipple clamps were painful? Wait till I drop these babies." he said with a
great laugh.
He quickly connected the loose end of the chain to the clamp on my right nipple.
He then held the ball even with the nipple.
My eyes pleaded with him not to drop it. However, he just continued to laugh
and I started screaming as I watched the ball roll off the palm of his hand.
When the ball hit the bottom of its fall the chain took up the slack and tried
to pull my fucking nipple off. The pain in my pec that had receded to a dull
ache was now back in full force, but even worse than before.
The pain was so incredibly agonizing that I couldn't even scream, I was too busy
trying to breath, large gasping breaths through my nose. My arms and legs were
yanking uncontrollably at their bonds. I had to escape, I had to get away from
this incredible pain. But there was no escape.
I was so overwhelmed with the pain that I didn't even notice as he attached a
ball to my right nipple. When it hit the end of the chain after he dropped it
I noticed it alright. At that moment, if I had not been gagged I would have
been begging him to snuff me. I would rather have been dead than go through
this agony.
The pain seemed to go on and on and on. The balls were swinging from side to
side and even banged into each other a couple of times.
When the pain finally began to ease off my vision cleared and Dickie was
standing in front of me a stupid grin on his evil face. There was another guy
standing behind him.
I was then stunned to see the guy behind Dickie was masturbating him. He had
his arms around Dickie and his right hand was stroking Dickie's huge 9 in cut
dick, in a steady rhythm, while his left hand rubbed and played with Dickie's
nipples.
The sight caused me to momentarily forget about the pain I was suffering. I
took it all in and found it almost impossible to believe.
"Ah the fuckface needs more weight sweetie." he said looking over his shoulder
at the guy behind him.
He moved over and picked up the two remaining weights from the cart and then
moved towards me. The guy wanking him never missed a beat as he followed
everyone of Dickie's movements.
He attached both chain ends, one to each nipple. Then he held the balls up
even with the nipple.
"Come on Sweetie, wank daddies cock. Make daddy cum, you fucking shit faced
faggot." he sneered at the guy he was calling Sweetie.
Then he let the balls drop. The pain was worse than before. My world turned
to a red haze of pure agony. I know I was screaming, I could hear the sound
travelling up my throat and into my nose. The mouth was still gagged and it
had to go somewhere.
My pecs were being torn off, my arms felt like red hot rods were being shoved
under the skin. The pain climbed higher and higher and then blessed blackness.
I don't know how long I was in that black void, all safe and at peace with the
world. I only know I wasn't there long enough. I awoke to a chest on fire
and a set of balls that felt like they were being crushed.
I was still in blackness but there was no peace, no safety. I was still
hanging from the chains and my ankles were still secured to the floor. My
calf muscles had now joined my nuts and pecs in their competition for the title
of, Pain of the Year.
The pads of my feet, which had been supporting my weight since I was strung up
were uncomfortable, but not causing any pain at the moment.
Being in such pain, and being forcefully immobilized in a dark room, plays games
with your head. They had not removed the gag so I was still breathing rather
heavily through my nostrils and they had dried out, causing more discomfort.
Through the pain I tried to assess my situation. I remember Master Dieter had
told Dickie that I was to hang for 2 hours. How long had I been hanging, I
wondered. By the feel of my body it had been more than two hours. However, I
had a feeling that when Dieter said 2 hours, he meant 2 hours and that I would
be visited at that time exactly.
The time passed slowly and I just hung there and suffered. I was beginning to
think they would never come back. Time can play tricks on a trapped mind and
body.
The pad of my left foot started to shoot a pain up my leg so I tried to shift my
weight around to relieve the pressure. That was a big mistake. The 50 LB
weight attached to my nuts started to swing as did the four 10 LB weights
attached to my nipples. The pain started shooting all through my body again.
I was screaming through my gag in complete agony when the over head lights came
on. A door opened and I heard that same metallic click of boots heading my
way, from behind. I was in just too much pain to even be curious. I was too
busy screaming in my gag.
Through a red haze that had formed in front of my eyes I could just make out
Dieter standing in front of me. I thought he might be saying something, but I
was screaming my agony so loud behind the gag that I couldn't hear him, nor
could I stop screaming.
Suddenly the gag was removed and my screams filled the room. They just kept
coming, I had no control. For the first time since I had been packed in that
fucking crate back at Charlie's place, I was able to take a deep breath of air.
The weights finally stopped swinging and the pain slowly started to ease off.
Dieter was still babbling away but I was still unable to catch the words.
The crushing weight on my nuts was suddenly lifted. There was a sudden jolt of
severe pain and then it was gone. My nuts were aching, but the pain was
tolerable.
Then the weights on my nipples were lifted as well. Again a sudden jolt
through each nipple and pec, then just a dull ache.
I stopped screaming and moaning and opened my eyes. The read haze had lifted
and I could see Dieter standing to one side as Dickie placed the ball weights on
the tray.
Dickie back away and Dieter came forward.
"Did you find that a little painful, Harold?" he asked softly.
Catching my breath I answered as respectfully as I could.
"Yes Sir, Master Dieter, Sir. It was very painful, Sir."
"You have not been a good slave, Harold. Master Charlie is very, very upset
with you. He tells me you hold out such great promise to be a good slave, but
you keep fighting it." he still spoke softly and now shook his head sadly.
"That is not good, Harold. You are now a slave, there is not a thing you can
do to change that, so you are just going to have to learn to like it." he paused
and looked deep into my eyes.
"Master Charlie wants to keep you, however he has indicated to me that if I
fail, you will be sent to the Parts Farm." he paused again.
"Do you know what the Parts Farm is Harold?" he asked.
"No Sir, Master Dieter, Sir." I answered. I had begun shaking again.
"Well Harold it is a place where they take healthy young men like you and keep
them until someone with lots of money needs a body part. If you meet all the
requirements for a particular customer, then that part of your body is sold to
the individual. It could be your heart, your lungs, even an arm or leg. The
lucky ones are the ones that have their hearts taken first, they don't have to
live through the horror of having themselves dismembered a piece at time." he
said sadly.
"Now I am sure you would not want to go there would you, Harold?"
"No, Sir, Master Dieter, Sir. I don't want to go there, Sir." I answered with
tears now falling down my cheeks in a profusion.
I was totally terrified.
"Well Harold, your only chance of avoiding the Parts Farm, is this two days of
training. I have never failed to succeed in training a slave to obey
explicitly. However, I have never tried to do it in such a short time frame.
Master Charlie was very adamant though, you will be trained in two days or you
go to the Parts Farm." he let this info sink in.
"I will now try everything in my power to save your life, Harold. Everything
that happens from this moment, until you leave here and go back to Master
Charlie has only that aim, to save your life."
He was looking deep in my eyes and I could see that he believed every word he
said. All I could think of was that he was as big an asshole as Charlie. He
was just looking for any excuse, no matter how flimsy, to justify in his own
mind torturing me.
"From this moment, until Master Charlie decides differently you loose your name
again. If we decided to call you by a name it will be, Dink. You also loose
your humanity and will always be referred to as it." he then walked away and
snapped his fingers.
Dieter sprung forward, bent down and unfastened my ankles. He then stood up,
retrieved that remote device from his pocket and lowered me down. My wrists
were then unfastened from the chains.
My knees were rubbery and I had trouble standing on my own. But I was not
offered any assistance. My balls were on fire, and I had to keep my legs
slightly apart to prevent them from knocking against my thighs.
"It will get down on it's hands and knees and will crawl to me. It will lick
the floor the whole way. Dickie will watch it closely to make sure It licks
the floor completely. Failure to meet Dickie's very high standards of floor
licking will result in a very severe punishment. We will nail It's tongue to a
two by four ten inches long and It will then be forced to run on the spot for 1
hour." Dieter ordered.
I dropped to my knees. The punishment chased away any inhibitions I might have
had about licking that dirty floor, and it was dirty. I got my head right down
and licked as if my life depended on it. Dickie got down beside me and watch
very closely.
It must have taken me a good half hour to make my way to Dieter. There was no
way I was going to give them any excuse to nail my tongue to a board. My mouth
was full of grit and other dirty fucking shit from the floor, but I made no
complaint when I reached Dieter.
I got up on my knees and kept my head bowed, staring at the floor. Trying to
be as subservient as I could. The lessons that Pete and Larry had taught me
came back real quick.
"How did it do, Dickie?" Dieter asked.
"Master Dieter, Sir, it was not the best floor licking I have ever seen, not
even one of the best." Dickie said.
My heart sank. The mother fucker was going to tell Dieter I did a lousy job
just so he could enjoy watching me get my tongue nailed to a board. Tears
welled up in my eyes and started dripping down my cheeks, but I kept my head
bowed.
"However, it did a pretty good job for a first timer, Sir." Dickie said.
I wanted to grab the man and give him a great big hug and kiss, but didn't dare
move. I also let out a big sigh of relief.
"There may be hope for It yet." he said.
"Take It to It's cage and feed it Dickie. We will let It get some rest and
then start the training in earnest first thing in the morning. Have if fed and
watered by 7am, then get it into the punishment room." Master Dieter instructed
Dickie.
"Yes Sir." Dickie answered.
Dieter turned and left the room. I could hear the click, click of his boots as
he walked down the hallway.
"It will follow me, but will stay on It's hands and knees. It will keep up and
not fall behind." Dickie ordered as he opened the door and stepped out.
The door started to shut but he made no effort to stop it. It caught me on the
shoulder and knocked me over. Dickie did not stop, he kept walking at a fairly
quick clip down the hall.
My shoulder hurt like hell from the blow by the door. But, I got myself up and
started crawling as fast as I could to catch up. My nuts were being banged and
squished between my legs and the pain was terrible. As well the nipple clamps,
which had not been taken off, were now causing more serious pain across my pec's
as I tried using my arms for legs.
Dickie was, way and the fuck down the hall. I was not catching up to him. It
just was not possible. Then to make matters worse, I came to a section of the
hall where the cement floor had recently been torn up and was in rough
condition. This played hell with my knees.
Suddenly Dickie was gone. I had been looking down trying to pick my way
through the rough parts of the floor. When I looked up he was gone. Terror
was beginning to build up in me again. These guys didn't fool around. Dickie
had ordered me to keep up and I had failed. I was sure I would now be punished
for failing.
The rough part of the floor finally ended and I tried to speed up again. But
that was impossible. My knees had been badly cut on the rough stuff and now
every step was agony.
I crawled to the point where I believed I had last seen Dickie. There were no
doors, no branching hall ways. Nothing. What the fuck to do. I decided to do
what you are warned to do if you become lost in the bush. Sit down and stay the
fuck where you are. Searchers can not find you if you are roaming all over the
fucking place. So I sat. Dickie would come looking for me, that was a
certainty.
The moment my ass hit the floor, I heard Dickie bellow.
"It will get It's fucking ass down here right fucking now."
There what did I tell you, he found me. I got up and made my way to him. He
held the door open for me this time.
I entered a rather small room. It couldn't have been more than 12ft x 12ft.
Smack dab in the centre of the room was a small cage, just big enough for
someone my size to sit in. It had a door facing me as I entered the room and
Dickie told me to crawl right in.
Once I was in he had me turn around and sit down with my legs folded up almost
completely to my chest. He then closed the door, pulled a lever which snapped
three hooks from the side of the cage to grip around the edge of the door. I
watched as he then placed a padlock through some eyes on the lever and clicked
it closed. I assumed the padlock would prevent the hooks from being opened.
Without a word Dickie left the room and was gone for the longest time. I was
very hungry and also extremely tired. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but agonizing pain in my left nipple woke me
pretty damned quick.
Dickie had hold of the nipple clamp and was twisting it around. I screamed and
begged him to stop.
"It does not do anything without permission. I did not give It permission to
sleep when I left, did I?"
"No Sir. You did not give me permission." I gasped through my agony.
Dickie let go of that clamp but then grabbed the other one and twisted it just a
viciously.
"It will not refer to It as, me or I. It is not human and therefore may not use
human terms to describe Itself. Does It understand?" he growled twisting the
clamp again for emphasis.
"It understands, Sir." I screamed out my agony. "It understands, Sir. Please,
no more pain. It will obey, Sir. It is sorry, Sir. Please." I cried and
humbled myself.
He let go of the clamp and stood up. He had a cart beside him, from which he
took a small bowl and placed it on the floor. He then took a bottle and
fastened it to the top of the cage upside down. It had a half inch hose
connected to the lid and a clamp prevented the yellow liquid from escaping when
he turned the bottle over to connect it to the cage.
The other end of the hose had a black plastic piece shaped like a nipple. It
had what looked like a ball bearing in the centre of the nipple part. He
attached this to the side bars of the cage, within reach of my face.
He then opened a small hatch in the side of the cage and passed the small bowl
into me. It contained small cubes.
"That's dinner. Be sure to chew them real good or It will have trouble
digesting them and will then end up with stomach cramps. The bottle contains
what we call Dieter Pilsen. It will drink it all before I return again. It
drinks by placing It's lips on this plastic nipple. Push the bearing in with
It's tongue and suck." he gave me a big smile when he saw the revulsion on my
face.
"I will return before bed time to refill the bottle. While It is here It will
get nothing but those cubes, that we call Manna, and Dieter Pilsen to eat and
drink. Failure of an animal to consume It's food and drink will result in
severe punishment." he was enjoying telling me this.
"Oh, and one last little thought. Those pellets, they are made right here by
our slaves. They contain everything an animal needs to maintain good
nutrition. However they are not produced under what you might call hygienic
conditions. It could contain just about anything. I hear the area where they
make it is just full of mice and rats." he said this with sadistic glee, as he
watched my face turn green.
"Enjoy your dinner." he got up laughing like this was the greatest joke he had
ever heard. He was still laughing uproariously as the door closed behind him.
I was revolted and stunned. Garbage was one thing, even piss to a certain
degree, I was fairly certain that Dieter Pilsen was piss, I could handle, but to
eat something that might contain mouse and rat droppings, or even mice or rats.
I was feeling terribly green over this and couldn't even attempt to put any of
it in my fucking mouth....yet.
Then I tried rationalizing. Dickie had only said that about the mice and rats
to turn me off. There is no way they would take a chance contaminating the
food. It could cause serious illness and I was sure they didn't want that.
Did they?
I tried a few times to put some in my mouth, but each time, the thought would
come back, what if he wasn't lying? My revulsion would win and I dropped them
back into the bowl. I was starving and I was also very thirsty, but I just
couldn't bring myself to consume any of this possibly contaminated food.
Eventually I gave up even trying and placed the bowl on the floor between my
legs and just cried softly to myself. What the fuck was going to become of me.
Was I going to end up at the fucking Parts Farm. Held in a cage, waiting for
the bastards to come and take away a part of my body to sell to some old rich
bastard?
I had never been much of a praying man, I mean real prayers, to God. But I
started at that moment. I opened my heart and prayed for all I was worth.
I was lost in those prayers when the room door opened and Dickie came back in.
It had been quite a while, probably a couple of hours. I had not drank any of
the piss, nor had I touched the food.
"Oh dear, oh dear. I think It is in a considerable amount of trouble. It was
told to have all the pilsen drunk, but it doesn't look like It even sipped a
little." Dickie said, shaking his head sadly.
"It can not drink that, Sir. It is not healthy, nor can It eat food that has
been contaminated by rodents. That is very unhealthy and could damage the
slaves body and make It useless for the Master." I tried bluffing my way
through.
"Is that so?" he answered in an irritating tone.
"Well I have news for It. It is even more unhealthy not to obey orders." he
said as he bent down and opened the little hatch.
"Pass the bowl through to me." he ordered.
I picked it up and passed it to him. He then clamped the hose leading to the
bottle and unfastened the plastic piece from the side of the cage. Next he
removed the bottle and placed it beside the bowl.
"Does It remember what It was told would happen if It failed to consume It's
meal before my return?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, Sir. You said It would be punished severely. But Sir, It could not do
anything that would damage the Master's property, Sir." I tried again, but
could see that was not going to work with Dickie.
He never said another word, just turned and left the room. I was now beginning
to worry. Maybe I should have forced my revulsion aside and ate that stuff.
Surely they wouldn't force me to consume something that would make me sick? I
was now thinking I had made a major mistake.
The door opened and Master Dieter entered. He had a very angry look on his
face. Now I knew for sure I had made a big mistake and was in deep shit.
"It refused to eat It's dinner, mumbling some kind of bullshit about getting
sick. Well It is going to get sick, but it sure as hell won't be from the
fucking food." he said angrily.
He pulled a black stick out of the belt attached to his waist. It was about
two foot long and about an inch or so in diameter. It had a small handle and
trigger affair at the end he was holding.
He walked up to the cage and pushed the thing in until it was down around my
crotch and was resting on top of my flaccid dick. I thought he was going to jab
it into me, but didn't dare move in case it made him angrier than he was
already. I had no idea what that stick really was.
"When It is fed It will eat." he said and squeezed that trigger.
A jolt of pure pain traveled from my cock to every part of my body. My arms
involuntarily flew out to the sides smashing into the side of the cage as did my
legs. My head was thrown back and hit the cage behind me.
I was totally incapable of screaming, my throat muscles had seized. I could
not even take a breath. It was as though my whole body had suddenly become
paralyzed. All that existed was the all consuming fire, in every part of my
being all at the same time.
The paralysis only lasted for a few moments and then the scream started. He
let me scream for a few moments then stuck the thing against my cock again. I
was incapable of pushing it away. I looked up, my eyes meeting his and pleaded
silently for mercy.
He pulled the trigger again. There was at least a ten fold increase in the
pain. My heart was now thumping wildly in my chest. It felt like it was
going to tear itself out. The bastard was going to kill me with electric
shocks.
It took even longer this time before the scream erupted from my parched lips.
Then the gasping for air. My entire body was again paralyzed. I could not
move. I watched in complete terror as he slowly brought that electric gun back
down, only this time he placed the tip on my chest.
He watched me, enjoying the terror he could see in my eyes. I looked down at
that evil rod sitting on my chest, knowing now what it could do to me. I
looked back up at him and managed to squeak out.
"It is sorry, Master, mercy."
Then I passed out.
When I awoke again, the Master was gone. Dickie was sitting beside the cage.
"Ah, It returns to the land of the living." and he gave a little laugh.
The pain had pretty much subsided, all that remained was a strange feeling
throughout my system. I shifted a bit, my backside was sore from being in the
same position too long.
"Is It hungry, yet." Dickie asked with a grin on his evil fucking face.
I am not a fool. I know when to give up. I could not handle another go with
that stun gun or whatever the hell it was Dieter had used on me.
"Yes, Sir, It is hungry." I answered without any enthusiasm.
"You don't sound like your hungry. Guess I better go tell the Master you still
don't want to eat." he said starting to get up.
"Please, please, Sir." I begged. "It is hungry Sir. It is very hungry. Oh
yes Sir It will eat whatever It is given gladly, Sir." I was desperate.
"I don't believe It. I think It is only saying that to avoid the, Prod. No, I
had better go and tell the Master." and he started for the door.
I was terrified now, my entire system was shaking with fear.
"Please, Sir. I want to eat my dinner, Sir, I really do." I cried, tears now
running down my cheeks as I desperately tried to keep him from going after the
Master.
He stopped and turned around.
"I think It is lying, however I will give It a chance to prove It really does
want to eat It's dinner." he said moving back and sitting down beside the cage.
I gave a little sigh of relief. Whatever it took, whatever I had to say or do,
I would do it to avoid that, what did he call it.... yeah... the Prod.
"Does It really like to eat shit?" he asked.
Now I knew where this was going to go and I had no choice but to follow. He was
going to force me to make humiliating statements even though they were not true.
Humiliation may be bad, but that stun thingy was worse.
"Yes Sir, It likes to eat shit, Sir." I answered with as much enthusiasm as I
could muster.
"What kind of shit does It like the most?" he continued to torment me.
"It likes brown shit more than any other, Sir." I answered feeling sick inside.
"Why?" he asked and broke into a big grin.
He had me right where he wanted me. If I didn't give him good enough reasons
he could use that as an excuse to go get the Master and get me zapped again.
With tears streaming down my cheeks I tried to keep that from happening.
Humiliating myself my answering his sick questions.
"Brown shit tastes wonderful, Dickie, Sir. It has great, subtle flavors.
It's mouth, waters just thinking about how good it is. The way it sticks to
the teeth and coats the mouth with brown slime."
As I talked my stomach started churning, this was making me sick. If I wasn't
careful I was going to start puking. Though I didn't think much would come up,
there couldn't really be anything down there.
"What about the Dieter pilsen does It like pilsen?"
"Sir, It has never had pilsen but It is sure it would be like drinking the
nectar of the god's themselves. Sweeter than honey." I answered.
He reached up and unlatched the hatch. He then passed me the little bowl. He
closed the hatch.
"Start munching." he ordered as he reached back for the bottle.
He reattached the bottle and the suction nipple. With the only alternative
being another hit with that prod, I placed a few cubes in my mouth and started
chewing. I expected it to taste bloody awful, but it had no taste at all, well
maybe a slight taste of flour.
The cubes were very hard and had to be chewed quite a bit to break them down.
I was chewing a handful as Dickie reattached the bottle.
Once he did I was forced to start drinking whatever the Pilsen stuff was. It
was very salty and left a bitter, after taste. Dickie didn't show any sign of
leaving so I was unable to take a break from this horrible task. With a sigh
of relief I finally managed to chew the last few pellets from the bowl and
washed the mess down with the last dregs from the bottle.
Dickie unscrewed the bottle and removed it from the holder. He then left the
room. I sat back in my little cage feeling bloody awful.
Dickie was back a few minutes later with the bottle. It was full. He screwed
the cap on then put the bottle back in the holder.
"It has have until morning to drink this. When I leave I will be turning out
the lights. It may sleep. I will be back by 6 in the morning to provide feed
and water." he said again with that evil smile.
"Sir!" I said.
"What!"
"It has to pee Sir. May It go to the toilet before going to sleep, Sir." I
asked.
"Sure, but It will do It in It's cage like all animals do." he said giving me
that evil grin and leaving.
As soon as the door closed, the lights went out. I was alone, in the dark,
with a full bottle of pilsen to drink and a full bladder to release.
I tried to hold it and go to sleep, but my bladder was insistent. How the hell
was I going to piss in here without getting it all over me and having to sleep
in it. All I had was the small bowl my dinner came in. But I was sure it
wouldn't be big enough.
I just couldn't hold it any longer so I carefully felt around until I had the
bowl right under my dick. I started the flow and was very careful to control
it. From the sound the bowl was filling up much too fast. I would be left
with my bladder still almost full.
Then the fucking over head light came on and Dickie entered the room. It
happened so quickly I had no time to hide what I was doing.
"What the fuck is It doing?" he yelled.
Humiliated beyond belief to be caught like this. I was totally flustered.
"It had to pee, Sir and all It had was the bowl." tears were falling down my
fucking cheeks again.
"Typical fucking animal, pissing in It's own food bowl. Wait until I tell the
Master what It has done." he said with a big grin.
"Please Sir." I begged. "Don't tell the Master Sir. Please, It will do
anything for you Sir. Anything, please Sir."
"Empty the fucking bowl." he ordered.
"Where Sir." I asked confused.
"Down It's fucking piggy throat, where the fuck else does It have to empty it."
he shouted.
Scared to death he would tell the Master, with shaking hands I picked up the
bowl of piss. I couldn't hold it steady and it was splashing around a bit. I
was going to actually drink this, oh man, what was I being turned into?
I brought the bowl to my lips, my hands still shaking and dribbling the damned
stuff over my chest. I took a sip, it was not exactly foul, but it was not
exactly palatable either. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and drank.
"Did It completely empty It's bladder when It filled the bowl?" he demanded.
"No Sir, the bowl was too small, Sir." I answered.
"Well fill it up again and drink it. It will keep doing that until It's bladder
is empty."
Ashamed, really needing relief and terrified that he would tell the Master, I
obeyed. I filled the bowl three more times before my bladder emptied. I didn't
much like drinking it, but what the fuck else was I going to do. Let the
bastards zap me again, and then I would have to drink it any way. I had to take
the road that was going to afford me the least amount of pain.
"The pig likes drinking It's own piss doesn't It." he said, not as a question
but as a demand that I answer yes.
"Yes Sir, It likes drinking It's own piss." I complied.
All the while he was forcing me to drink the piss, his dick had risen and was
tenting his pouch. Once my bladder was empty he knelt beside the cage and
pulled back the pouch.
"I bet It likes to suck cock too."
"Yes Sir It loves to suck cock." I answered moving my face over, close to the
bars.
He didn't waste a second. He brought his cock up and placed the head in my
waiting mouth. His cock felt great, I do indeed love the feel of a cock in my
mouth and I went to work on his.
I licked gently, teasingly all around the big purple head. My tongue flicked
underneath the head eliciting moans from him. The bars of the cage limited my
ability to suck that cock the way I would have liked. I was restricted to only
being able to suck what he shoved between the bars.
I took the head in my mouth and then pushed my lips up to the bars, encouraging
him to fuck my face and get the hot rod as deep into my throat as he could
manage. He got the hint and in a few moments he was fucking my face like there
was no tomorrow.
My own cock and risen and I grabbed it with my hand and start to wank in time to
his face fucking. He was moaning loudly now, my tongue busy slurping all
around his rod as it pounded into my mouth pussy.
I felt tensing in his cock and knew he was going to explode any moment so
increased the pace of my wanking. I wanted to cum with him.
A few seconds later he was unloading his hot man seed deep in my throat. I
started swallowing as fast as I could manage. My own cock had started
squirting and was shooting great ropes of cum up and through the bars.
When he was drained I licked him as clean as I could manage. I was full of
regret when he pulled it away. I wanted to keep licking and sucking on it.
My hand was covered in my own cum so I licked it clean.
Dickie walked to the door put his hand on the handle, then turned to face me.
"Make sure you drink all that fucking pilsen in that bottle before morning or
you will be feeling the Prod again." he opened the door and left. A moment
later the lights went out.
The bottle of pilsen. I put my lips on the nipple and my tongue pushed in the
bearing. A luke warm liquid filled my mouth. It was still salty, but it was
not quite so bitter as the last batch I had drunk from this bottle.
The first thing I really noticed was that it didn't taste anything at all like
my piss had. It tasted more like warm, salty water, that had a bitter after
taste.
Could it be that these guys were pulling my chains? He had tried to make me
believe this was piss, but is sure didn't taste anything at all like mine had.
It might be a bit salty and leave a bitter aftertaste, but it wasn't
unpalatable. My piss was.
I sipped some more and decided that it was water that had been fucked around
with. I also decided to leave the rest until morning, otherwise I would be
pissing in my little food bowl and drinking it all fucking night long. Instead
I made myself as comfortable as possible and soon fell into a troubled sleep.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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