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.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or cumulust@yahoo.com
A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 26.
Parade Practice.
I had been right about Twink not having done much in the way of exercise. He
was totally lost in the gym. We had to start him off with the very basics but
he was a quick study.
After an hour of heavy work we went to the weight room for an hour of pushing
weights. Larry coached Twink while Pete coached me.
From there it was on to the pool where we just screwed around and had fun for
well over two hours. Afterwards we took Twink back to the cell room and locked
him in his cell, advising him to lay down and rest for a while.
Pete, Larry and I each went to our separate rooms to follow our own advice.
The evening was going to be a long one and we would be glad we took this time to
rest.
Pete woke me from a sound sleep at a quarter to six.
"Let's go Harold, I have arranged for all of us to have dinner served in the
cell room at 6. Then we can relax for a bit before we have to get ready for
the first show." He said.
"Ah, so now it is a show, huh." I laughed.
"Ya, funny how a practice can become a show at the snap of a finger." he smiled.
I was still dressed so it was just a matter of following Pete back to the cell
room. Dinner was excellent, Harry at his best. A large table had been set
up and all of us, Pat, Pete, Larry, Twink and I ate together. I was surprised
that Charlie wasn't there. I had a terrible feeling that he would show up and
do something nasty, but my feeling turned out to be wrong.
Our first show was set for 7:30 pm. At precisely 7:30, Pat held the bar room
door open for us. Twink led the way and followed the instructions Pete had
given him earlier. He began to weave his way around the tables, his tail
wagging proudly as he moved along.
I followed close behind sniffing his ass and nuts. Whenever he stopped, I made
my way to his side, got under and licked his throbbing dick, which was thumping
against his soft abs and dripping precum.
As soon as he would start to move foreward I would get behind again and continue
with the sniffing. The patrons loved it. They were screaming their lungs out
and clapping and hooting and whistling. Every once in a while I would feel a
hand on my nuts.
We were half way around the room when I realized I had not felt Larry sniffing
or licking my nuts. The next time that Twink stopped I shot a quick glance to
the rear. Larry was not there. I suddenly had another bad feeling, this
show was not going to be exactly what we had practiced earlier today. That
seemed obvious at this point.
But strange as it may seem, my bad feeling turned out to be nothing. Twink
made his way to the stage area. A small ramp had been placed on the side to
make it possible for us to get up on our own.
It was just the two of us, up on that stage with a whole bar full of men
watching. Although I was turned on, I hated it. They were hooting and
whistling and it all just made me feel smaller and smaller.
I could not mount Twink because he still had his tail in place. Instead I
continued to sniff and lick around his rosebud and nuts.
Finally Pete came up on the stage and pulled Twink's tail out. He indicated
that I should begin so I mounted Twink and humped till I brought us both off.
Twink licked up his cum and I licked my own juices from his ass. The crowd
loved it.
Pete reinserted Twink's tail and we made our way off the stage and back to the
door and the cell room.
In the cell room Pete informed us that Larry had become violently ill just as we
were entering the bar. He collapsed and Pat had him taken to the infirmary.
He still didn't know how Larry was making out but expected Pat to let us all
know very soon.
The second show also went off without a hitch. Oh again there was the odd guy
that rubbed my nuts or grabbed my dick as we entered, but other than that
nothing. After completing the show, Charlie showed up on the stage.
He made a couple of quick announcements about up coming events. Then, being
Charlie he had to do something to throw us off, and did.
"I am going to set the dogs loose for an hour. Anyone that wants to play
doggie games, why be my guest. Just remember they have another show to do at
11, so don't do anything to them that will make it impossible for them to
perform, or you will answer to me. Have fun."
The bastard. It was bad enough having to perform out here like this now we
were going to have to let the patron's play fucking games.
After making his announcement, Charlie turned around and smiled at us.
"Pete remove both tails, don't want any of these raunchy guys trying to fuck my
dogs while the tail is still in place." then he laughed like it was the biggest
joke he had ever heard.
"Twink and Dink you will get out there and circulate around the room. Do
whatever the patrons want. If anyone starts to do anything that you think
might cause you serious problems give the emergency signal. Pete won't be far
away and will put a stop to it. Now go."
As he was giving us these instructions Pete pulled out the tails. When
Charlie gave the word go, Twink and I made our way to the crowd.
Less than two minutes later I had a cock jammed down my throat fucking my face
like there was no tomorrow. The fucking guy was raping me. He had called me
and I went straight to him, then he just grabbed my hair and rammed his cock
down my throat.
I wasn't liking this at all. I had learned to love sucking dick, but this
wasn't a blow job. This guy was only interested in masturbating using my
throat. Thankfully it only took him a couple of minutes to cum, but the prick
shoved his cock all the way down and held it there until his nuts emptied.
Then he let go of my hair, pulled away and was gone.
I wasn't left alone for even a second. A finger went under my collar and I was
pulled along to another table. There were four guys at the table and from my
vantage point I could see that they all had their cocks out and they were all
hard.
They were each giving themselves a slow wank.
"Got us a treat boys." the guy holding my collar said to his buddies.
A moment later I had another cock in my mouth, this one I was sucking, and one
in my pussy. These guys were nothing like that asshole of a few moments ago.
The cock in my mouth was a beauty. Just under seven inches I would guess and
about an inch and three quarters in diameter. It was uncut and had a manly
taste that was just out of this world. As soon as I got that taste my cock
became rock hard and bounced up against my abs.
The cock in my rear was much larger, I am sure. It felt like it was a mile
long and thick as a telephone pole, but gawd it felt so fucking good. Each
thrust causing serious moans of pleasure to erupted around the cock that I now
had deep in my throat.
The owner of that cock was also moaning, I guess my moans were causing him some
really sweet sensations. I had timed my face fucking to the same rhythm as
the guy doing my ass. These guys were good and I was in heaven.
As with all good things though it came to an end. The guy humping my pussy
increased his pace and I knew he was ready so I picked up the pace on the cock
in my mouth. A moment or so later both cocks erupted at almost exactly the
same moment bathing my bowels and throat in man juice.
I didn't mind, it felt so good, the only problem was that I didn't cum myself.
The guy doing my ass never touched my cock or balls. His hands had been on my
waist the whole time. I felt let down when they both pulled away.
Mind you I didn't feel let down for long. Two other guys from the table took
their place. My pleasure meter was soon back up in the, "I love this zone".
The two new guys were just as good as the previous two. They were not rough
and hell bent on their own pleasures at the expense of the poor slave. But
again the guy up my ass never touched my cock or balls. I wanted someone to
do something with them, they need stimulation. I could imagine the puddle of
precum that must lay on the floor below my cock.
This new cock in my mouth was rather small. In fact it was probable the
smallest cock I had ever seen. It was only about 4 inches, fully erect and
about an inch maybe a little less in diameter. It was cut and also had a nice
manly taste to it. I wondered if maybe these guys were using some kind of a
scent on there dicks.
Although it was small and just barely reached the back of my throat, I enjoyed
every second that it was in my mouth. I soon brought both guys off but they
didn't cum together. When the guy in my pussy started slamming into me I set
to bringing off the cock in my mouth.
Well that little cock came first, and man did it cum. My mouth filled right
up on the first squirt. I had barely begun to swallow when another gallon shot
in. The cum had no place to go but out through the side of my lips.
I could feel it shooting out. I swallowed some more, but another shot filled
my mouth again. This went on for at least 8 shouts before it finally petered
out. There was cum all over my face I was sure.
Mean while the guy screwing my ass still had not cum. He was slamming away
like a race horse heading for the finish line. The little cock was pulled
from my mouth, it had shriveled up and once he pulled away, it just disappeared
in all the hair that surrounded it. I looked up at him and licked my lips. He
placed his hand on my head, gave a small rub and mouthed the word, "Thanks."
Oh, man did that little gesture ever make me feel good.
The guy pounding the shit out of my ass continued with his break neck slamming
for another two minutes at least before he finally started to dump his load up
my chute. His cum was white hot and I felt his heat radiate through my bowels.
He was screaming at the top of his lungs with each plunge in. I just kept as
still as I could, not an easy feat considering how hard this guy was slamming
into me. Finally he was finished and pulled out.
"Sorry, no more guys. Dinky has got to go rest up for the final show." I
heard Pete say as the guy pulled out.
I looked around and there he was. He attached the chain to my collar and led
me away. As we came around some tables I could see Pat leading Twink towards
the exit. Man that hour sure went by quick.
The final show was slated for 11 pm, an hour from now. Pat and Pete got us out
of the doggie outfits so we could rest before having to go back out.
"You guys are doing one hell of a job out there." Pete said.
Pat had a tentative diagnosis on what was ailing Larry. It seemed to be some
sort of flu bug and chances are we would all have it within the next 24 hours.
Oh great I thought, on top of everything else I now have to cope with a fucking
flu bug and in the summer of all things.
To relax we played a few hands of four handed cribbage. Twink and I beat the
shit out of Pat and Pete, even skunking them twice. It was all good fun and we
were in a great mood as we suited up for the final show.
Pat held the door as Twink led the way in. The first thing I noticed was that
the crowd had changed. All new faces from earlier in the evening. It didn't
bother me or set off any alarm bells. I was still hyped from the Cribbage
wins and the success of the first two shows.
The first indication that this was not going to be a shoe in, came with the
sound of a familiar voice. Killer!!!
"Now where the fuck do you think your going, dog?" he bellowed.
The entire room became deadly quiet, as it always does when Killer bellows.
None of them want to miss the entertainment they know he is going to provide, at
the expense of some poor slave.
Twink had never met Killer, at least I don't think he had met Killer. It sure
seemed like he hadn't because he ignored him. He had been given orders to make
his way around the room to the stage and he intended on doing just that.
Poor Twink, I wish I had of thought of Killer when I was trying to prepare him
for things that might happen tonight. I just hadn't thought Killer was a
possibility.
There was a sudden loud scraping of a chair being pushed back under tremendous
force.
"You fucking mutt, I am talking to you." Killer screamed.
Twink finally took notice and came to a stop. He lifted his head to look in
the direction the scream had come from.
"Get your mongrel ass over here dog or your going to get a good swift kick in
the nuts. NOW."
Twink, as I have mentioned was a quick learner, he instinctively knew this was
not something to ignore. He turned and made his way toward Killer. I had no
option but to follow, sniffing away at his ass.
"I got a doggie bone here for you to chew on for a while dog." he said with a
big laugh.
Everyone else also thought it was funny because they all started laughing. I
lifted my head and could see that Killer had pulled his hard dick out of his
leather pants and it was sticking straight up towards the ceiling pulsing away
along with killer's heart beat.
"Hey Dinky!" Killer exclaimed.
"While your bitch is taking care of me why don't you take care of her, huh." he
said laughing.
The crowd of course went wild and started cheering. Ok, do it here or do it on
the stage, didn't matter to me. If Killer wanted me to do it here then I would
do it here.
I licked and spit into Twink's rosebud to make sure it was lubed. I then got
up on my knees and shuffled my way up until I could feel my dick touch his hole.
I rubbed it up and down the outside a bit to get his bud good and slippery.
It didn't take any effort at all to plunge home. I set up a fairly good rhythm
and heard Twink moan around the big dick that was stuffed half way down his
throat. His head began to bob in time with my humping. To be perfectly honest,
I was really enjoying this.
I didn't think Killer would appreciate me cumming too soon so I took my time and
made it last. We had been going at it for a good ten to fifteen minutes when
I felt someone pull out my tail. Oh, oh I thought somebody is going to try and
fuck this all up.
A moment later, as I was pulling out of Twink a big cock entered my ass. It
was fucking huge, in girth that is. It actually hurt and I let out a little
cry of pain.
"Ah poor doggie ain't never had a real cock in it's pussy before, huh.? Too
bad doggie, this one's going to spoil you. You ain't never going to feel a
cock like this again, and will pine away for it." it was a deep, masculine
voice.
I now concentrated on just continuing the fuck and not falling off. The big
dick up my ass may have hurt going in, but it fit just fine now. On each in
stroke it would brush my prostate sending feelings that took my breath away
throughout my body.
I managed to keep it all going for about twenty minutes but I was now really
high and just couldn't wait any longer. I picked up the pace, slamming myself
into Twink and then slamming myself onto the guys cock behind me.
I know I was moaning my pleasures out loud, I could hear myself and not much
more. I was lost in the twilight world of ecstasy just before the bright
lights are all turned on full blast.
Then it came. At the same moment I screamed out my orgasm, Killer yelled out
his. I don't know what was happening with Twink I was lost in my own
pleasure. I was almost finished shooting when the guy behind started to scream
out. I slammed my body back and forth making sure we all got the maximum
amount of pleasure from this.
I had my arms around Twink and just kind of relaxed there once I was sure the
guy behind was finished. I felt him pull out and start to lick around my ass.
It felt so fucking good I almost screamed out, instead I just let soft moans
escape from between my lips.
"Hey Killer the fucking dog that was sucking your cock came all over the fucking
floor. The bitch really got off on your cock." the guy laughed.
That started the whole room laughing again.
"Dinky you get your fucking mouth down there and clean up the mess your bitch
made on the floor. Then make sure you clean up her pussy as well, don't want
fucking dick scum all over the floors." Killer ordered.
I pushed myself up and off of Twink's back real quick. I didn't like the idea
of licking Twink's cum off the dirty floor, but knew if I didn't Killer would do
something worse. In fact he might anyway, but I wasn't about to take any
chances.
I was right, the floor was dirty. I licked the cum up and got grit and heaven
only knows what else into my mouth. I thought I might try holding it, if
Killer wanted to see in my mouth I would swallow quick. I got away with it
before and figured I could do it again.
Unlike Twink, I am a slow learner. I should have swallowed that shit right
away. A hand suddenly went tightly around my throat. A big hand, a hand so big
it almost completely encircled my sixteen and a half inch neck. It applied
pressure.
"Did you swallow that cum, Dinky?" Killer asked.
I was suddenly scared to death. I had a mouthful of dirty cum, a hand
squeezing my neck making it impossible for me to swallow. I had no choice but
to be honest with him this time.
I was allowed enough movement to shake my head just a little to indicate no.
"Open your mouth Dinky?" Killer ordered.
I opened my mouth and he came forward bent down and looked in. He shook his
head sadly.
I gave you and order doggie. All good doggies obey orders. Bad doggies do
not obey orders, bad doggies get punished." he said, with an evil little smile
on his face.
"Swallow Twinky's cum,... now." he growled.
The hand on my neck loosened and I swallowed Twink's cum, dirt and all. Killer
brought a glass to my lips and let me drink to wash my mouth, but I had to
swallow it. Fucking beer.
Once I had swallowed all the cum and cleaned my mouth with the beer, Killer
order his guys to put me on my back on the table. They tied ropes around my
arms and legs and pulled them down tight. I let out a scream of pain. This
was not a good way to treat legs that are folded up and tied like mine were.
This action caused real pain in my ankles and feet.
They didn't pay any heed to my cries. They secured me so I couldn't move.
"Doggie's are required to obey their Master's and you did not obey me, Dinky.
You must be punished. You didn't like having your little doggie cock reamed
last time did you?" he asked with that evil grin.
I cried out and whined, begging him not to do anything like that. But I had to
do it doggie fashion. I was now really scared. I didn't want my dick reamed
again, it hurt so fucking much.
"Got the proper tools this time, though. Won't tear the insides of your dick
up quite so bad as the swizzle sticks did."
"It is called a sound, Dinky. Only this is not an ordinary sound. This one
can do all sorts of wonderful little things."
As he talked he held up the sound and proceeded to put it together. Someone
brought him a black box which was obviously plugged into the wall. It had a
long wire that dropped over the edge of the table.
From his pocket he pulled another wire and plugged one end into the black box,
the other end he plugged into the end of the sound.
"Let me show you how this works, Dinky." he said bringing the round head of the
sound up close to my left nipple.
He flicked a switch on the black box then moved the round head of the sound
closer to the nipple. Suddenly a blue/white spark shot out of the head of the
sound and hit the tip of my nipple. It gave off a sudden bright light, almost
like a flash bulb. The pain that shot through my left pec was excruciating.
It felt like someone had taken a pair of pliers and squeezed the nipple tight
and had hit me across the chest with a baseball bat.
I screamed out my agony. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and pain was
throbbing through my chest. It was a terrible pain, an agonizing pain and it
wasn't stopping. I cried and squealed out my agony until eventually it started
to subside.
I was sweating profusely. My gawd he couldn't do that inside my dick, I
couldn't take that, I really couldn't take it. What the hell was I going to
do. Well my body decided for me, it began to do the only thing it could, shake.
"Wasn't that great, Dink?" Killer asked.
"Let's do it again."
"Nooooooooooooo." I screamed out in desperation, scared out of my skull.
The room went deadly silent. Nothing moved, nobody said anything. It seemed
like an eternity went by before Killer yelled out.
"Charlie, you got a fucking prize here. A dog that can speak English."
My heart almost stopped beating and I held my breath. I was in doggie mode and
had just spoke. I was in real serious trouble now. I could just see it,
another visit to Master Dieter or possibly something even worse.
I could hear my heart thumping loudly in my chest. Then before I knew it
Charlie was standing there, looking down at me in disgust. All I could do was
cry.
He was going to send me to that fucking Parts Farm for sure now, I just knew it.
"Oh shit!!" Killer said startled.
Charlie looked up, I looked up, everyone in the room looked at killer.
"The fucking thing was set on full force!" he exclaimed.
At those words Pat moved right in. He place a hand gently on my left pec,
about two inches below the nipple. I screamed out in agony. It felt as
though he were crushing my chest, but I could see that he was only lightly
touching it.
"I want him in the infirmary right away Charlie." Pat said quietly but in a very
serious, commanding tone.
"Right." Charlie answered.
"Untie the bounds." Pat ordered. "But be very careful. Do everything slowly.
Dink, try not to move at all, let us do all the work. If you move you are
going to cause yourself serious pain, ok?"
"Rrrough" (Yes) I answered.
Charlie moved to my head and removed the nose piece.
"Your out of doggie mode Harold." He said softly, a worried look on his face.
That was all I needed. Pat looked really worried, Charlie looked really
worried, hell even Killer looked worried. What the hell had he done to me?
Now I was really fucking worried.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee" I screamed, when the bonds holding my arms
down were released.
Pain shot through my chest again with a crushing feeling. I had a bit of a hard
time catching my breath. It was as if a Mack truck had run full force into it.
Every move of my left arm brought the same pain.
Within a few moments I was soaking wet from sweat and my body was in agony from
that chest pain.
"Pat give me some of that pain killer, please, this really is bad and it seems
to be getting worse." I cried out.
"As soon as we get you to the infirmary Harold, there is something I must check
before I can give you the pain killer. Just hang on, we'll have you there
shortly." Pat tried to comfort me.
A few moments later my life became a living hell when they lifted me to place me
on a gurney. It just was not possible to lift me without causing movement
around my chest. The pain became so intense I finally passed out, returning
to that darkness that held my other nemesis, the shadows.
The shadows were waiting for me, still searching, watching, waiting for an
opportunity to get me. I had managed to get away from the three headed
monstrosity and it's huge green, slimy cock. I could see it in the distance
screaming in agony as the shadows kept banging into it.
I started to run as quickly as I could to get as far away from the shadows and
the three headed monster as possible. The sounds of the monsters screams faded
away into silence in the all pervading darkness.
I stopped running and began a slow leisurely walk. I could not see ahead, I
could not see behind, everything was blackness, but when I looked down I could
see my body, my hands, arms, chest and gut, my cock which was standing fully
erect, my feet as I walked. But I couldn't see the floor I was walking on.
This was some strange bloody place.
I was feeling safe, the shadows were gone, all was quiet and peaceful. Then
something cold, touched me on the chest...........
I awoke with a start, I was no longer in the bar. The room was stark white
and green and brightly lit. Above my head hung one of those large lights they
have in operating rooms, it was turned on low. Pat was standing over me, a
stethoscope stuck in his ears, the cold piece pressed against my chest lightly.
"Ah, your back Harold. I left you sleeping while they got you here, figured
you had suffered enough." he said with a smile.
"I have completed a quick exam and it looks as though you were really lucky
Harold. Your heart is ok and there doesn't seem to be any other permanent
damage. The electric jolt caused your left pectoral muscle to involuntarily
clench up tight. There is about a 90% chance that there is some muscle
damage. Not to worry though, it will hurt for a few days, but it will heal up
good as new." he informed me.
"Thanks Pat, it is still throbbing pretty bad and I am afraid to move at all.
Don't want anymore of that kind of pain." I said.
"I am going to give you a shot of x4d and that will kill the pain, but you are
going to have to keep all movement of your left arm to a minimum for the next
few days."
"Tomorrow we will put you in a sling. I will want you to try and get by
without painkiller though. You need to know whenever you are doing something
that puts pressure on that muscle. The torn parts should repair themselves
fairly quickly, but it would help if you don't pull on the muscle while the
repairs are under way."
"Ok, Pat, your the doctor, I'll do whatever you say." I answered.
Pat gave me the shot and almost magically the pain disappeared. He helped me
sit up and I slid off the gurney. It was then I realized that all the doggie
kit had been removed while I was unconscious.
Pat walked me back to my room and talked as he tucked me into my bed. He gave
me a kiss, said good night and left.
I fell into an uneasy sleep, with visions of Killer running around with that
fucking probe touching people and laughing hysterically.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or cumulust@yahoo.com
