Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 09:00:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom <glassnegman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi - Part 3

Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi Part 3

Disclaimer

Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel (glassnegman@yahoo.com)

Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please.
Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and
masturbating to these words.  I love knowing that I am deliberately
manipulating your mind into an erotic state.  Thanks, and Enjoy.


Chapter 3

The Japanese culture is so alien to Americans.  I had drifted off to a
pleasant sleep in the heated bathtub, so relaxing to my badly abused form.
I never heard the gathering assembly in the bathroom with me, but I snapped
to attention at the sound of my Lord's gentle, but booming voice,
"Mr. Ceffalo."

Splashing water everywhere, I startled, even trying to rise, but the large,
firm hand of my then unknown Lord and Master, placed ever so gently on my
shoulder, quickly quieted me, the way the hand of the rider calms a
frightened horse.

First, I beheld a small table with an open can of diet coke, and a small
glass full of ice, which my Lord poured for me, and handed to me, which I
readily drank down, and handed back to him.  He made a "chuffing" sound,
and, with a look of novelty, he placed the glass back on the table.  I
looked around the room, and there were several people, seated on folding
chairs, in front of a long, slender folding table. -- How did I miss all
of this?  The little round man -- I assumed an Attourney, named Ichinosi,
was there, as well as an older gentleman, much better dressed than the
attourney, whose elegance simply demonstrated my complete nakedness all the
more.

"First, let us take care of your health, Mr. Ceffalo," spoke my Lord, and
rather than it being a simple suggestion, carried with it all the weight of
an Imperial edict.  Everyone stood immediately, and began their various
tasks.

The small, elegantly dressed man introduced himself, in Japanese, as Doctor
Yuri, and he carefully explained to me that, according to the records from
Tokyo Central holding facility, I had suffered some severe trauma to my
ureter, my penis, and my anal-rectal area, as well as some contusions to my
colon.

Mr. Ichinosi, at this juncture, left the room.  Tak, the ever-faithful,
entered, and stood next to the door, in a pose rather like the "at ease"
pose of American Sailors.  My Lord and Dr. Yuri consulted in whispers; He
motioned to Tak to join the conversation, and soon everyone was doing their
respective "tasks".  My Lord began by draining the tub, and rolling up the
sleeves of his black silk shirt, lifted me out of the tub, with no change
of expression, or sound whatsoever.  Tak had laid a towel on the long, thin
table, and was folding another for my head.  I was gently deposited on the
table by my Master with just a hint of a smile from him, and with that
smile, I knew I had fallen in love.

My nakedness, in the presence of the man I had fallen for, and whom I felt
completely subservient towards started to shame me, suddenly, and I asked
for a towel, to cover my loins, but my Master simply shook his head "no".
He removed himself to stand at my head, to give the doctor room to work.
His extraordinary height placed his considerable bulge at least 12 inches
above my face.  This is what I concentrated on, mostly, during the
humiliating procedures that followed.

A sheath was introduced into my penis, with the ultimate goal of reaching
my bladder.  Constant lubrication was needed in order to do this, but still
it was not enough I writhed in pain.  Dr. Yuri Came up to my Lord, and
whispered something.  Shortly, he left us alone.

My Lord said to me, "Mr, Ceffalo."  I interrupted him, with "Please,
Collin, if you will, sir.  It doesn't feel quite right to be in my
position, and you addressing me so formally.  Plus, If I am to be
completely honest with you, I feel incredibly subservient to, and am
severely intimidated by you. So please, call me anything but Mr. Ceffalo,
Sir."

"Very Well, Collin," he gave his "novel smile" once again, "Allow me to
explain our mutual dilemma.  While you were in Thailand, an "ex employee"
of mine took the liberty of using your body as a vessel for transporting
diamonds illegally from that country.  Some of the best gem cutters in the
world are in Thailand, Thai gem cutters are frequently employed in cutting
"Unregistered" diamonds, or even cutting larger gems into smaller ones.
The problem is getting these diamonds back into circulation in the "real
world", and for this purpose, we have been using human beings as vessels.
In your case, the issue was that you were already being used as a drug
container, and were doomed from the onset, and for this mistake, my ex-
employee will pay dearly.

I could only mutter, "O-ok," in acquiescence.

"Excellent, Collin," he resumed.  "Now, our problem at hand is a small
one.. well, not THAT small," and he smiled a broad grin.  "Inside your
bladder, are several diamonds belonging to me.  They are worth much more
than your life.  You need to understand this.  While I find you intriguing,
Collin, I will tell you that I will have no difficulty in cutting you
apart, in order to get what is mine.  You should realize that you would not
survive that procedure, Collin -- I'm sorry to say.  With this, he tossed
my hair again, and beamed a smile that seemed to say, "I'll take care of
you, pet."

"Now, because of the contusions in your ureter, Collin, the sheath keeps
sliding into your cowper's gland, instead of your bladder.  Dr. Yuri has
told me that he has tried everything ethical, with no success -- which
leaves the "unethical" I'm afraid.  You must ejaculate, and while you are
still forcing semen out of your cowper's gland, I must try to use that
pressure to re-adjust the sheath, and successfully get it into your
bladder.  In short, I must take control of your body for a little while.  I
hope that you can trust me to do this, because frankly, the alternative is
somewhat grim, I'm afraid."

The soothing depth of his voice, his beautiful hands, the utter strength of
his broad upper body, and narrow hips, led me to feel as if I could trust
this man with my body, my life, my soul, but only so long as his interests
are the same as mine.  I also felt that when that condition was no longer
true, he could kill me in a moment, or he could kill me slowly over a great
length of time... and for some reason, I no longer cared about living, in
the event I did not please this beautiful, masterful Samurai Lord.  "I am
yours to do with as you please, sir." is what came out of my mouth.  He ran
his fingers through my hair at this, smiled, and ran his left hand down my
bare body, to where the sheath was poking out of my penis, which had
enlarged substantially to admit the large guage catheter.  I saw his gaze
move to the doorway, and he nodded to Tak, who came forward, and, in a very
professional way, had me bound to the table in a matter of minutes.  Bound
so tightly that I could not move any part of me, except the wiggling of
fingers and toes, and mouth.

During this "binding" procedure, I thought about the different S&M scenes I
had been a part of while living in NYC..  they were nothing like this
situation... there was no "safeword" -- this time, there was a penalty
and it was very likely death if I stopped the scenario.  Besides, I had
agreed to anything, hadn't I.  The natural fears I was experiencing were
making the situation even more erotic for me.  Putting complete trust in
someone so obviously dangerous is seriously hott.  The mere thought of all
of this was making my harpooned cock grow upwards upon the sheath,
consuming more of it, as a snake consumes another snake.

Another nod to Tak, and gas bottles, and an anesthesia mask was brought to
the head of the table.  Tak carefully placed the mask upon my face, over my
objections... I wanted to be awake for this, as orgasms were in store!!

"Relax, Collin!" My master spoke loudly, obviously displeased with my
resistance.  "The gas is for your enjoyment, mostly, and just in case we
run into problems.  I am competent in my skills.  I was trained for this in
the Japanese Defense Force."  A nod from my Lord, and Tak turned on a
little gas.  I immediately began to wonder what sort of training the
Japanese Defense Force provided for situations like THIS??

I was alarmed for a moment, when My Lord strattled my thin frame with his
long, muscular thighs.  "This is merely for comfort's sake, Collin.  Don't
worry, I won't put any weight upon your poor little body -- at least for
now." -- and he grinned a most evil- looking grin -- or so it seemed to
me.

He reached above me, and adjusted the gas a little.  He seemed to lower the
volume -- it must be nitrous oxide, as my mood was really very pleasant
now.  He reached behind me with his long right arm, and that big, beautiful
hand found purchase on my oh-so-painful cock, which responded to him
instantly, despite the excruciating pain.  Tears sprung from my eyes from
the pain, and he bent forward, still with his hand upon my cock -- he was
soooo tall, and licked them away, whispering "Go with the pain... let it
bring you through to orgasm." --And with that he squeezed just a little
harder, until I made a whimpering sound.

Being an American, of course, I was circumcised, and he knew that spot on
the underside, where all circumcised boys are the most sensitive, and he
concentrated his efforts there.  In no time at all, he could perceive my
body bucking against the restraints.  He hopped off me, turning the gas up
substantially, so that I was barely conscious.  Doing this was like the few
times I experimented with asphyxiation during sex, only 100 times better,
and I came, or at least I orgasmed. But it was the most powerful, and
painful orgasm I'd ever had.  I'm sure that I came buckets, but virtually
none of it escaped around the catheter sheath. What little did, I saw and
felt my Lord bend over and just taste me, with the tip of his tongue, as if
I were some new discovery in a laboratory.  I could feel my Master
utilizing this to his advantage in re-positioning the sheath, and
momentarily, I felt it pushing against the sphincter muscles at my bladder,
and with one strong push, he forced it through -- for a moment it felt
like heaven, as evidently I hadn't been able to urinate for some time, and
it all came rushing out, but my master immediately clamped-off the
catheter.  Oh the pain and disappointment was incredible...  more tears ran
down my face...  seeing this, my master opened the catheter clamp for
another brief second, and clamped it shut abruptly once again...  more pain
and disappointment -- the kind of which you can never imagine, unless
you've experienced it..  Two or three more times he did this, and there was
no real reason to do this, other than to assert control over me completely
-- even this most basic of bodily functions.  While the pain was
incredible, I found myself becoming hard once again, around the sheath,
adding more pain to my strange situation.  Oh god how I loved this man.
But he was no mere man.  He was a God, or a Demon, or something in-between,
and right now, his attention was turned on me, and for that, I was truly
grateful.

To Be Continued...

End Part 3