Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 16:25:24 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part18

I knew something awful was going to happen before any person here was going
to  get to sleep. I knew that all the slaves were going to receive a firm
whipping,  and whatever else the masters decided upon. I was so scared that Cody
would get  the pissed off master to administer his whipping. I wanted to scream
out in  defiance, to yell the loudest of everybody that this was not Cody's
fault. I  could do nothing to help him. I honestly had enough of my own
situation to  concentrate on as  well.

With all the `boys' getting a special training session at the same time, was
 indeed sort of nice. This was the first time that I was around the other
ones. I  wondered if they had their sight earlier, while I was kept blinded. What
do they  think of me, and will we all get along better than the slaves get
along.   Time will  tell.

The only male around us now was Trey. All the others had moved off for the
time  being. Other than a few moans and groans from us `boys', there weren't a
lot of  sounds to be heard. Trey spoke to all of us, telling us to remain
calm. He would  return in just a couple of minutes. When he returned, he brought
with him even  more mirrors. These mirrors he secured behind each of us. So now
we looked  forward into the big mirror and we could see our heads, etc;
glancing on to the  side of the big mirror we could see our butts reflection from
the small mirror.  The back mirror was fixed so that all you could see was the
butt hole and below.  Now I got to see the condition of my butt hole. YIKES.
The hole was  humungous.  The skin around the hole was `puffed' out so much
that I had to  look twice to be sure of what I was seeing. If the mirrors were a
little closer  I could of seen inside my body. But just seeing the pink of
the intestines and  muscles, combined with some grease logs thawing out, was
enough for me at the  moment. My stomach was churning a little anyway so I
returned my vision to  concentrate on what I could see from the front. The addition
of the back mirror,  as seen from ahead now block some of the view of the
other two slaves on either  side of  me.

So, I forgot about the other `boys' and only concerned my brain with just
me.  Little ole me.  As I knelt there, all silent around us, I began to survey
my body with my mind. My brain was working well, going from my toes to my
head.  I think Trey must have noticed my eyes moving about with an occasional
movement  of my head. Trey seemed to only be keeping watch over the other three,
but he  was intent with his attention to me. He moved forward to my face,
leaned in and  whispered to me. "Be brave, my love, be brave. You can handle this a
lot better  than these other `boys'. Just concentrate on your entire being,
allow your mind  to set you free from pain and discomfort. And, most
importantly, remember that I  will never leave you alone, ever again." Treys' words
were music to my ears. My  mind went into a more restful state within seconds.
Trey moved to my  midsection, knowing that I was trying to look down my chest
to my gonads.   He grasped my dick and showed me the tip of it. This was,
again, my first look  see. I thought I would pass out from seeing the dick split
like it was. The two  rings dangling from each half. What caught my attention
next, was the piss  hole.  Red and purple in color, from all the sounds being
shoved inside. I  knew that the catheter I was wearing was the largest one
made, so seeing the  piss hole even larger than the catheter was another upsetting
sight to see. But,  I knew all to well; that my Master would not allow
anything to be done to me  that would cause me grave harm. Trey wiggled the dick
head around so that I  could get a good look at it, and at the same time sort of
let me know that he  had control over all of me at the present moment. I could
see that the piss was  flowing into one of those large vinyl bags that you
see in hospitals, and the  bag was filling up rapidly. Trey was gently rubbing
his hands on my butt cheek  at the same time. I bet he was trying to see if his
actions would arouse me.  Yeah right! I just had to get my eyes away from my
once beautiful and proud  dick.

I began searching out all my body rings. The snout ring was the only one that
 seemed to register disgust in my brain. The bar going through my dick was,
truthfully, a beautiful thing to see. I glanced sideways to look at the back
mirror and saw the guiche ring, dangling proudly just below the wide asslips.
I  could tell that my nipples were now stretched quite abit and that nipples
are  not so easy to return to their `worldly' shape and size. I guess I was
destined  to have long nipples from here on out. I craned my neck back so that I
could get  a good look at my mouth. The spreader device wasn't hurting
anymore, but was  still very uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the `boy' to my right.
Something  was different about him. Within seconds I realized the difference. He
only had  his body smoothed. His hair was short, real short; but not shaved off,
AND he  had eyebrows. HUM!  I then glanced to my left to see what the other `
boy'  looked like. He had no hair, like me, but he was able to retain his
eyebrows  (cut short). Neither of them had a nose ring nor I couldn't see if they
had any  other decorations.

At least with my mental diversions, I wasn't concentrating on the enlarging
scrotum, not yet any way.  But the others weren't so lucky. The `boy' on  the
end was really moaning and Trey told him to be quiet and stop acting like a
little  baby.

I felt a rush of air enter my butt hole.  I looked in the mirror to see  Trey
smiling back at me. Not a word was said, but he continued blowing air into
me. Something different with each breath he used, but I couldn't see or tell
what it was. Then, ding-dong, I got it. With each breath, his face was getting
closer and closer to my hole. I couldn't get a stiffy now even if I tried
extra  hard Talk about torture. Yikes.  Trey was on my asslips in no time. He was
 kissing them and nibbling them. Every once in a while he had his face buried
up  to my hole with his tongue inside. When he back away from me, he made it
a point  to keep his tongue out, so I could see that he had some log grease on
it. Now,  if he was ` in training ` to become a good master, why was he
doing this to me.  Heck, for that matter why had he even shown me compassion this
whole past week  at Masters house. Today even, he showed compassion when my
head was on his lap  and when he fed me. Could it be that he did in fact "love'
me, could it be that  he wanted to be more than just a master. Did my Master
and Cody start this way?  Why is Trey doing this to me? I belong to Master and
Cody.
Trey took  his right hand and wiped the grease log off his tongue. He was
using his left  hand to massage my lower back. The greasy fingers found their way
to my hole.  Trey was like a robot now. He got his fingers and hand inside my
hole. He moved  a bit closer to my body as some of his forearm went inside.
It was so strange to  be watching this in the mirror the same instant it was
really going on. My mind  was fixed like cement on Trey and what he was doing. I
glanced over and up  towards the saline bag. I could see that almost half of
it had dripped into my  sac already, but I didn't feel so bad. But, if Trey
were not doing what he was  doing, perhaps I would be feeling a hell of a lot
worse. I really couldn't see  my sac because of Treys' position, which blocked
a lot of the view. And looking  down the front mirror, my dick and rings were
in the way. The other three were  wiggling about and their moaning became more
noticeable.  But, so far, I  hadn't uttered a single sound of discomfort or
pain.  Trey stopped with his  hand and arm, still inside me, leaned over to my
hole and kissed the swollen  lips with every bit of care and concern he could
muster up. This sent shock  waves of passion and feelings throughout my entire
body. My mind went from  use/abuse to pleasure and caring. Caring for Trey! I
knew I had to get control  over my brain and the quicker the  better.

I was guessing at this point, that Trey was getting what he wanted. A big
piss  hole and bull balls on my body. I wondered if the other `boys' had been
lucky  enough to keep their body in one piece, at least up until now.  <g>

"Do we have a winner yet, mister Trey?" The voice brought me back to the
moment  in a hurry. " Well, let's have a good look and see how they are all
progressing.  I see that you are enjoying yourself with the new `boy'." Trey was
startled a  bit as well. He still had at least half of his forearm inside my
butt hole. He  froze momentarily then he withdrew his arm. " It appears that
master Leons' boy  is really stretching, That might be due to his length of
service and the fact  that he is only 18 years old, but we have plenty of time to
see if the other  `boys' can catch up to him. Trey, you may continue with
what you were doing if  you so desire." I looked in the rear mirror and could
tell that Trey must have  turned towards Master to get His approval. Trey started
over again with my hole  training.  I looked up at my saline bag and it was
now about 3/4ths empty.  Holy cum  bag!

"Well `boy' you are taking all this in stride and if I may say so, you are
doing  fantastic. I'm proud of you, more than I can say at the moment." Master
spoke  those words to me into my ear. "Prepare to get your scrotum filled to
capacity  in a hurry" Master continued. " We are all going to squeeze each of
the saline  bags until they are empty. If none of you have won the contest,
we will place  the second bag in use and continue the drip process. Your sac is
full by all  appearance and I think perhaps you won't take any of the second
bag, but we  shall see. Just be strong, will it to happen and it just may do
so. Regardless,  the three of us are very pleased with you on this your first
outing. You may not  know it, or understand it all yet, but you have succeeded
where others have  failed. You have taken more in two weeks than most would
take in six months. I  hope I have been able to fulfill some of your wants,
needs and desires. None the  less, we shall see what happens, take each day as a `
new day' and all will be  just perfect." Gosh, where did this sermon come
from? Was I expected to say  something, to cry or  what.
It  didn't take but a minute before each master was in front of his own `boy'
. On  cue each took hold of the saline bag and squeezed with all the strength
they  had. Each `boy' including myself screamed out in agony. I thought my
nads were  going to bust right through the skin.  "No winner yet gentlemen"
came the  voice of authority. "Begin bag number two, with a slow drip and we
shall see who  wins or who passes out from the pain." The bags were put into
place and allowed  to begin the drip process. I looked in the mirror and final was
able to see my  scrotum. It was now hanging below the tip of my dick, which
is a first for me.  But, the size (circumference) was absolutely outstanding.
My nad bag was almost  the size of a grapefruit. I prayed that nobody touched
it.

"Well the hour is late and we all need our sleep, so let's get the `boys'
all  set for the night and the rest of us shall retire to the house until
morning."  They were going to leave us alone all night like this? How could this
be? Then I  remembered; Trey said he would never leave me. All of us got our
largest plugs  shoved up our holes. My piss bag was drained. All of the others
got a drink of  some sort and I got my mouth sprayed again with cold water. The
other three  `boys' had a bucket placed under their dicks so that they had a `
proper place'  to piss, during the night. I had weights put back on each and
every body ring  that was hanging down. My snout ring was left tied up,
thankfully. None of us  received anything for pain or for sleeping. How could we,
how would we be able  to sleep this way. Perhaps the mind would will the body to
rest in a peaceful  slumber.

Each of us `boys' got a pat on the head from the masters and they all left,
except for Trey. He stayed with us, with me the whole  night.

The lights were turned off so the entire stable was in total darkness. In
just a  matter of minutes we heard the screams coming from the masters house. The
slaves  were getting their punishment for speaking out. The screaming
intensified as  more slaves got the whip on their body. We could tell that all six of
them were  being beaten at the same time. The voices of the masters
overshadowed the  screams. I think the lesson learned here is never speak ill of your
master or  any master. I prayed that Cody was going to be ok. I didn't want
anything to  happen to him. I had a strong mental and physical connection with
him now, and I  silently wept each time I thought I heard his screams. It was
the worst pain  that I have experienced in my life. The pain of caring and
loving someone, and  not able to help during their time of need. But, this too is a
constant reality,  isn't it.

Tomorrow will be here soon enough, so I would have to suffer along with my
emotions until then. Good night Cody, I love  you.


*********************************

The night  was totally terrible, as in really miserable. All throughout the
night all of us  were making some sort of sound. I don't think any of us got
what you would call  a really good sleep. A decent rest maybe, but no sleep.
During the night Trey  would get up and check on us. I could see the light of a
flashlight checking the  saline bags and then also could see in the mirror that
he was also checking all  the scrotums.  I know that a master came in at
least once during the same  time period. I could tell because I heard the
whispering of Trey to another  male, away from the  `boys'.


The sunlight came through the open doors at the end of the barn. The light
from  which, was very bright. Surely I didn't fall asleep, but I must have. I
didn't  see the sunrise this day. Voices surrounded all of us. The voices were
those of  the masters talking amongst themselves.  I didn't see nor did I hear
any of  the slaves this morning. I didn't even get a glimpse of Trey. I looked
into the  mirror and saw that my scrotum was still growing since the last
time I looked at  it. I looked up and saw the saline bag about half empty. Once
my mind got to  thinking of my sac, is when I began to really feel the pain. I
hoped that they  were not going to squeeze the rest of the liquid into me,
into  us.

Like soldiers on a mission, the masters of the `boys', began to unhook us
from  our restraints. They slid the needles out from our scrotums and sprayed on
a  liquid bandage over the sight. The slightest touch to my nads sent waves
of pain  through my gut. By looking just right, I could see the two `boys'
next to me  with their large sacs. The one on the left had his sac barely
touching the  platform. Now cool was that, I thought. Truly bull balls! My Master
further made  me feel comfortable by removing my steel cuffs and my collar. I
assumed perhaps  it was going to be getting a bath again. Master then removed my
leather paw  coverings and gently removed my knee covers. He took the weights
off of all my  rings, which was a blessing in disguise. Relief, welcome
relief. I felt almost,  ALMOST, normal. Bu t then, being `normal' in a worldly
sense wasn't right, not  proper and most of all was the worst message my brain
could be sending me. I  began to feel, to think, that Master had second thoughts
about owning me.  Perhaps He was going to send me packing. I tried to dismiss
this thought process  and my eyes swelled with tears. After everything was
removed or unfastened,  Master reached beneath me and removed my catheter and
plumbing. "Boy will be  dripping his piss from the dick," Master said." I don't
believe the piss muscle  can no longer control the bladder function. This is
only temporary though, as  later today `boy' will get a new clean plumbing
setup." Again my mind wanted to  play on my emotions, but this time I fought
back with good wholesome  thoughts.

We were commanded to back off, down from our individual platforms. This was
easier said than done. I had to lift each knee high enough so that my scrotum
wouldn't touch, scrape or bounce on the wooden platform. Thank goodness that
there are only two steps to back down off of. Once on the ground we all just
stayed kneeling in our proper positions. The masters removed the platforms
and  mirrors, storing them in a stall just opposite one of the `boys'. Trey
entered  my field of vision, carrying the now familiar meal dishes. He looked at
me and  gave a half hearted smile. He placed two bowls on the floor in front
of each  `boy'. Now then I figured he forgot that I couldn't eat in my normal
mode due to  my mouth stretcher. He left and soon returned with a big bucket.
Bucket! What  the fuck!  He took a big spoon and scooped out the meal into
each bowl,  including mine. It looked as bad as it smelt. I knew, though, that
the meal was  always a healthy  one.

The screams started up again, without me even thinking about them during the
night. The screams were a lot closer to us than before. I figured that who
ever  was getting punished was just outside the barn doors. But for now, all I
wanted  to do was eat, not  think.

Master came to my face and said that Trey was going to remove my mouth
spreader.  What a shock to my system that sentence was. Trey slowly turned the
screws so  that my mouth would release the spreader. He looked into my eyes the
whole time  he worked getting the spreader out. He came forward a little more and
then,  right in front of God and His angels, KISSED ME PASSIONATELY! He held
the back  of my head and kept me locked to his lips for the longest time. I
couldn't think  of what this meant. I didn't want to think right now. My
scrotum was starting to  really hurt and I wanted the pain to just go the fuck away.
Trey released his  hold on me and I knew right then and there that he had
feelings for me and I  started churning up those same feelings that I had for him
when we both in  college together.  DAMN!

I leaned over, like the others, and began eating my meal. It tasted really
good,  despite the smell. My bowl was empty in a flash. My piss collection bag
appeared  from earlier and it was emptied into my water bowl, as were the
buckets of piss  from the other `boys'. We lapped and slurped up the cool
refreshing liquid in  record time.

Trey picked up all the empty bowls and took them away, returning shortly with
a  long rope. " Ok, right. Now `boys', since you all did so well during the
night  and there is plenty left to do around here; all of you are going to get
a little  rest period." Master Nathan was the speaker at the moment, and he
continued on.  "Trey here is going to take you down to the pond for a little
break. You can  splash about, touch each other if you so desire. BUT NO SEX OF
ANY KIND, OF ANY  FORM. And since you now have a new `boy' added to your
group, you will all be  allowed to speak to each other if you wish to. But, keep
your voices down so  that not even a butterfly can hear you. Perhaps if you obey
your commands well  this morning, speaking just may become a weekly event
that all of you will come  to enjoy." With that said master Nathan walked away
and Trey appeared with his  rope.

Trey made loose loops in the rope and placed the loops around the necks of
all  four of us `boys'. We were ordered to form a single file line, which we
readily  did. He then began leading us out of the barn. Our butt plugs made us
all look  funny as we crawled along. The sun was extremely bright today and my
eyes closed  and blinked at high speed as they adjusted. I was second in line,
so I got a  nice view of the ass in front of me. His plug was no where near
as large as  mine, but perhaps his master didn't need a normal hole on his  `
boy'.

Soon after we were free of the barn, screams started up again. I looked in
the  direction of the screams and saw two slaves, tied by their wrists from a
large  limb of a Russian olive tree. A master was administering a decent
whipping on  their bodies. As we got closer I could see that the front and back of
their  bodies were covered with red marks. A little further on, we came to four
naked  males. They were draped over blue, hard polycarbonate barrels, and they
were  naked. A master was walking behind each of them, striking their butts
with a  riding crop. The sounds they were letting escape were nowhere near as
frightening as the other two slaves. The smell of piss was getting stronger,
the  closer we got to them and then I could see wet earth beneath each of their
 cocks.

As I got lead closer to them, I looked over again and the slave that was
closest  to our line of `boys' was Cody. The look on his face said it all. He was
 distraught. I could tell that he was taking his punishment well. I learned
that  Cody was not among the slaves talking about the `boys', but Cody heard
what they  were saying and did not tell Master of what he had heard. So, Cody
was guilty by  association, I  guess.

We were led right up to the slaves. "Ok `boys', before we get to the pond,
each  of you will move one by one to the ass of your Masters slave. You will
kiss his  ass, lick inside his hole and worship his cock." Since Cody was the
first one  draped over the barrel, I figured that I would be the first one also
to do as  commanded by Trey. Now I ask you, is this going to be a lesson in
humiliation or  what. Doing as commanded in front of three new bodies that I
just met last  night. Fuck it, I went right to my  duties.

Cody started to moan with pleasure as I serviced his hole. I wanted him to
know  that I cared so much for him. I wanted him to know that I was sorry that
he has  to go through with this punishment. I suppose I was spending to much
time with  his hole, when Trey yanked on my ears and told me to get to work
pleasing Codys'  cock. My tongue left that wonderful cavern of love and went to
his cock. It was  kind of difficult to get all his cock into my mouth, due to
Codys' position over  the barrel. It took only a minute for Cody to raise
himself up enough so that I  could take him completely into my mouth. Trey kept up
sort of a banter of chat  with me as I worshiped the cock and body in front of
me. I sensed, as did Trey,  that Cody was close to giving me his eternal
juices. Trey again pulled me off of  Cody by my ears. I was led to Codys' face and
told to show my appreciation to  Cody. Appreciation? Hum.  I wanted to show
him more than that. I kissed  Cody square on his mouth. His tongue pressed
against my lips and I opened up for  him. He worked inside my mouth like a scarred
little snake. He didn't want to  stop. I wanted to hold him but understood my
place in life, so I kept my hands  planted on the ground. I didn't care who
was watching, who was thinking what or  who thought what. I just wanted to tell
Cody best I could that I cared so much  for him. I prayed he got my message,
as Trey commands me to retreat from Codys'  face.  I backed up and waited,
watched and meditated as the others did  likewise.

Time to move on. Trey got all of us back `in step' as we went hopefully
towards  the pond; the screaming from the slaves started back up. As the screams
became  less and less frequent they also became less high pitched. I was hoping
that  their punishment was now over. The grass beneath my knees and hands
felt so  clean and cool. I could smell the fresh air and the scent of the pond.
Looking  beyond the `boy' in front of me, I could see the pond just ahead. Oh
yes, how do  you spell relief! Once at the pond, Trey removed the rope from
each of us,  reminded us of the rules of pond; then he turned and left. Being
left alone with  three other naked `boys' is like being in a house of
prostitution while wearing  a chastity belt. My dick started to erect, as did the
others. The piss dribble  stopped as well. I glanced back in the direction from
which Trey had left. There  he was, sitting about two hundred feet away, in the
shade of a beautiful pine  tree. I knew then that he was a man of his word. "I'
ll never leave you alone,  ever  again."

In an instant all three of them began to speak at the same time. I didn't
know  what to do, what to say. I crawled down to the waters edge and looked back
at  the others. I slowly crawled into the water until the water was just under
my  chin. We hadn't been told not to stand, so I stood up. Falling back into
the  water was easy, since I hadn't stood since last Thursday. The others
laughed at  me, stood up, and came to my aid. They grabbed my arms and got me back
standing  up.  They each, like myself, had to stand with legs wide, due to
the  enormous size of our scrotums. The nads hurt some, but not as bad as I had
thought they would. I stared at the other bodies with great interest. All of
them, different sizes and shapes. Some with bigger dicks than mine and some
even  had cute little patches of pubic hair just above their willy.

The talking between us all was almost at a whisper, as ordered. The touching
and  feeling of bodies started, but I kept my hands to myself; for fear of
reprisal  from some one. They each played with the others butt plug. When
somebody grabbed  the base of my plug, he spoke louder than normal and everybody
moved behind me  to take a closer look. They couldn't believe the size of the base
and they could  easily see the puffed out, puckered skin that surrounded my
pleasure hole. They  asked me if it hurts to be carrying such a big plug and I
meekly said no. To  hear my voice again, was strange and didn't seem right at
all. They all made  remarks, some nasty, about my body rings and my split dick
head. Their loss my  gain.  They asked me if I knew about this weekend and I
just shook my head  in the negative. They jostled me about not speaking but I
paid them no mind.  They were nice enough for sure, but after two weeks of
intense training I still  had to mentally concentrate on my lifes' position,
therefore I chose not to  speak much or do the touchy thing with them. I knew that
each one of them had  been in my place so that they understood things, and
didn't make comments or  think that I was being snobbish or stand-offish.

With the heat of the sun and the warm water, both combined to take every last
 bit of energy from us `boys'. We walked out of the pond, some then walked,
but I  chose to crawl (normal mode) to a soft grassy area. I found a nice
clear spot  and laid down to rest. You could hear the cars going by in the
distance, but out  of eyesight. The others lay close by, but not so close as to be
able to touch  one another. A slight `tremor' was felt by all of us and we
raised our heads, to  see four strangers riding close by on horses. I started to
get nervous, but was  assured by one of the `boys' that everything was ok and
lay back and get my  needed rest. Before closing my eyes, I took one last look
to see Trey still  leaning against the tree, but now he too looked like he
was sound asleep.   I heard the distant voices come closer as I lay there with
my eyes closed. Soon  the voices were high above our heads as they stayed up on
their trusty  steed.  A couple of the horses made the `horse sound' and one
of them even  nudged my body. They talked about this afternoon and tonight. It
was as if they  were picking out who and what they were planning on doing. I
didn't really care  at this point, and; like the others fell fast  asleep.
*********************

I was gently being stroked on my dick and body, which began to bring me out
of a  wonderful deep sleep. I had gotten into a good position for sleeping and
didn't  want to wake up. I didn't hear voices. The massage felt fantastic and
I was  hoping I was dreaming. My dick started to rise to the occasion and I
could feel  my seed stirring inside my orbs.  My scrotum ached but not anywhere
as bad  as when I arrived at the pond. I was honestly feeling very refreshed.
The rest  had done me a world of  good.

I dared myself to open my eyes to see if I was still in dreamland.  When I
opened my eyes, I discovered my feelings were real, in real time. My dick was
semi-hard and the hands were still working their magic on my body. I craned my
 head a bit, out of contact with the hot sun, to see Trey beside me. Lying
next  to me. I know for a fact that this was not `normal'. It couldn't be. It
shouldn't be. Or could it? I cherished the feeling and contact, with a human,
to  be the best of the weekend so far. Moving my head I came eye to eye with
Trey.  He gave me a loving smile, eyes flooded with understanding and caring. I
knew  right then and there, that something was going on that I didn't
understand, but  that I should be understanding, and  fast!

Trey removed his hands, and moved his body so that his penis was at my mouth.
It  didn't take a rocket scientist to know he wanted in. I opened up my mouth
and he  placed his cock on my tongue. He slowly moved his hips toward me so
that he  could get all of his dick in my mouth. After he accomplished that
part, I  started sucking on his manhood. He quickly put his hands on my head and
whispered to me to stop sucking. I did as he commanded. He told me to just lay
 there and close my eyes and rest. He just wanted us to be `one'. With my
slow  breathing in control, I did just that; I almost fell back asleep. This was
 really nice, a cock in my mouth, warm sun, naked and having the feeling now
that  I belong somewhere, to someone. Being `normal' finally, owned and used
to bring  pleasure and pride to my Master. Just one more bit of proof that I
needed to  know; that this is reality, my  reality.

Laughter and voices woke myself and the other `boys' along with Trey. The
voices  belonged to ALL the masters. Yikes! Trey scrambled to his feet, slipping
his  shorts and tank top back on. My Master seemed pleased that we all had
gotten  some rest, and told Trey of being pleased. Master asked Trey if all of
us had  been obedient and Trey replied that we had. Trey just had to open his
big mouth  and tell Master that I didn't touch anyone during the whole period
and that he  didn't hear me utter but the one word. Master looked puzzled. He
spoke to me, in  a questionable sort of way that the question didn't require an
answer. "What  happened? Didn't you want to speak to the others? Didn't you
want to touch the  others?" By now I was in my normal position, with my head
and neck straining to  look up at Master. I just gave him a look that sort of
told Him that I didn't  have a need, want or desire to speak or to touch the
others. My Master got the  message quite clearly. "Good `boy' Master praised. "
 I think you deserve  something for being so good. Trey, why don't you give `
boy' your nectar, if you  can. Trey came up, as Master stepped aside and then
Trey presented his dick to  me and I took it all. The little vibrations along
the shaft told me that piss  was on the way. He pissed what he could, be it
only a small  amount.

"Ok troops, let's get back to the barn. There is a lot to do in preparation
for  this evening. Line up so I can get you roped properly. We are going back
the  same way we came, so I shouldn't have to direct any of you." Trey
connected us,  as before. The command was given and all of us moved in unison
towards the barn.  I was the lead `boy' so at least now I didn't have to stare at
another's butt  hole. As we went back, I could see the four males on the
horses. They were at a  fast gallop and seemed to be enjoying each other's company.
Real time city  cowboys, they were.  <G>

Back at the barn, we were taken off the rope and each one of us `boys' was
taken  to his own "private" stall. When I got to mine, I almost jumped up.
There in  full size, full of life was Cody. He held out his arms towards me as he
knelt  down to hold me and kiss my lips. I cried rivers of tears, as too did
Cody. I  tried to be in control of myself but that just wasn't in the cards. I
made a  mistake. I placed my body weight back onto my heels so that I could
take my arms  and wrap Cody with love. My error did NOT go  unnoticed.

I broke my hold on Cody, just as Trey and Master entered my stall. I just
fucking knew that I was in deep shit now! Neither of them said one word about my
 transgression. Master spoke about my preparations. " Get `boy' clean inside
and  out. Make sure he had ample grease sticks in his hole. No stubble, so
shave him  again too. Be most careful and tend to his body rings. We don't want
them to  become infected from pond water. I want his spiked cinch ring put on
today, as  `boy' hasn't had to wear that for over a week now. I want the
weighted sac ring  re-installed also, and I don't care if that causes pain or not,
I want it done.  Make sure `boys' cuffs are clean and dry before you put
them on him. You will  find a new collar in `boys' travel kit, so make sure you
put that on instead of  the older, smaller one. DO NOT try to tie the orbs
separate, JUST YET. Since the  orbs are stretched nicely, the ringmaster is due
in today to add a ring to each  orb, along with other rings and bars. Make
sure, that before you start preparing  `boy', that you both get his new plumbing
in place and draining into a bag, for  now. When you do his bathing, I want
you to use the scrub brushes, which  likewise are in his kit. NOW get to it! You
have a little less than two hours to  get it all done and done perfectly."
Gosh, Master sounded like a fucking drill  sergeant!

I kind of wished I had asked the other `boys' what was going to happen
tonight.  Now, the way Master had spoken I was a bit nervous. Anyhow, there was
nothing I  could do about. Cody went over to the corner of my stall and brought
back the  same platform I was on last night. He ordered me onto it, on my back.
He then  took two pieces of rope, tied them to my ankles and then he and Trey
pulled my  legs apart and tied them to large rings in the wall of the stall.
Trey  went to my kit and retrieved the plumbing tray with all the needed
items. Trey  exclaimed, " What kind of plumbing is this?" Cody looked at my
wrapped up  catheter and commented that it was the style that allows for urine to
flow out  and the other opening was so that a cleansing fluid could be pushed
into my  bladder. How sweet. A separate way to push something else into my
already  used/abused body.  Trey took the antiseptic and cleaned my dick off and
paid special attention to the two halves of the dickhead. Cody took another
cleaning agent and cleaned the two dick rings. The cleaning done, Trey put his
latex gloves on and used the syringe to pump lube down my dick shaft. Next
came  the plumbing, as it slid in pretty easy, now that my piss tube was
stretched  beyond  human.

I took a good look at Cody while Trey was doing his catheter work. Cody had a
 few welts on his chest and legs from a whipping but his back and butt were
the  worst. No skin had been broken but his body sure did look painful. I later
found  out that Master had given Cody a mild painkiller after he had been
punished.  Cody and Trey talked amongst themselves almost the entire time they
were getting  me ready for tonight. Trey told Cody about the pond and me taking
his nectar.  Cody told Trey of the punishment he and the others had gotten. I
think some of  the other slaves got far worse punishments than Cody did, just
by listening to  Cody speak. For that, I was so  thankful.

Next came my enema. They both worked hand in hand performing this task. Each
time I was ordered to hold the liquid as long as I could, without the aid of
a  plug. Then they held a pan underneath me as I expelled the used grease and
waste.

Following that came the bath. This proved to be painful. They each obtained a
 bucket of cold water and a bar of rank smelling soap, or was it soap. They
took  one bucket of water and splashed it over separate parts of me, while the
other  took the soap and brush and really scrubbed. Hell, I ain't know kitchen
floor  here! Now they both scrubbed away. From head to toe, from asshole to
appetite  the scrubbed and cleaned. Satisfied that I was properly clean they
took more  water and rinsed me off, but allowed me to air dry.

More water, shaving cream (of sorts) and of all things straight razors. Now I
 don't know about you, but a straight razor coming at me, sure does conjure
up  thoughts of blood and missing skin. Fear not, I told myself. Sure enough,
they  got through this part of the preparations without me losing a drop of
blood.  They both took their hands, soft as they were, and glided them over every
inch  of my body; more than once they did this. I suppose they were proud of
their  work, and I don't blame them one  bit.

Trey went about cleaning my body rings as Cody prepare to place the cinch
ring  on my body. Cody leaned in and said that he was sorry for having to put
this  back on, because he knew how much it could hurt, with all the sharp spikes
and  all.  Carefully he slid the ring in place, lifting my dick and sac ever
so  carefully. Once he had it firmly in place, he took the hex wrench and
tightened  it down. The hex wrench was placed in my kit, not his pocket. Next he
took the  scrotum weight ring and gently put it around my skin. He looked into
my eyes  with sadness. He knew all to well this had to be hurting me. I held
firm and  showed little emotion. Once the ends came together, Cody took two eye
screws and  fastened the weight secure. I am guessing that from the time the
saline flow had  stopped until now, that my body had absorbed a lot of it. My
nads were only half  the size they were when we left for the pond. Still my
body sensed the pain of  the cinch ring and the sac  band.

Cody finished up about the same time Trey was done with cleaning the rings.
Well, all except the snout ring. He took hold of the ring and twisted it
around  and around until the bead was at my nose, then he went the other way with
it, in  like fashion. "I think this is going to change once the ringmaster
arrives" Trey  stated with a mild bit of assurance.

Trey went to the wall and brought back a cooler. Opening it up he was amazed
at  the amount of grease logs underneath the ice. He made a question to Cody,
asking  if Master thought all these logs would fit. Cody replied, that fit or
not,  Master expects all the logs inside of `boys' pleasure hole. Cody slid a
paper  towel under my hole and Trey began sliding in the logs. One after the
other they  went in. I began to feel uncomfortable and knew right then and
there, that the  amount of logs going in was far more than I had ever had. I
began to moan loudly  as the logs were shoved in. I never bothered to count them.
Trey told Cody that  he didn't think he could get anymore in and that would
leave four in the cooler.  Cody barked at Trey telling him that Master has to
have all the logs in. Cody  took hold of the rope attached to my right ankle,
untied it from the wall hook.  He tossed the loose end up overhead, looping it
over a beam. Trey followed suit.  They both simultaneously pulled on the ropes.
My legs flew up and my hole went  vertical. My body weight was now resting on
my shoulders. Cody told Trey that  perhaps gravity from Mother Nature would
help with getting the logs inside me.  Finally, after more pushing and help
from Mother Nature all the logs were inside  me. It felt as if the logs were
stuck in my throat, but as soon as they release  my legs the feeling wasn't so
bad.

Trey commented that they were "ahead of schedule" and both should feel good
about what they have done so far. Cody only nodded in response. Cody went
over  to my kit and brought out my cuffs. They wiped and dried the cuffs before
they  put them onto my body. My mind was telling me that all is well now; I'm
getting  back to normal. Trey went and brought back my new collar. He made no
comment  about it, as he held it in front of me. The new collar was twice as
thick, about  a half inch higher and had six rings on it, compared to only four
on the old  collar. Trey handed the collar to Cody and Cody took it none to
fast. Looking me  in the eyes Cody told me to raise my head so he could do what
he had to do. I  say a tear in his eyes. I didn't know it, but the collar was
super heavy. Cody  placed the collar around my neck. It was a much tighter fit
compared to the  first one. Trey came up and to my surprise handed Cody a
padlock. Again Cody  took the lock, staring at me with puppy dog eyes. He put the
lock on my collar  and clicked it shut. This was a first for me, that being a
padlock. Cody took  the key to the lock and handed it back to Trey. Trey put
the key in his  pocket.

They covered my hands and feet with my mitts and put my knee leather back in
place. Both of the males looked me over from top to bottom and seemed pleased
 with their work. Until, that is, Cody noticed something missing. Cody told
Trey  he would be right back and bolted out of my stall. Cody looked at me,
just as  surprised as I was when I heard that. Cody returned, out of breath from
his  running, and had a box in his hands.
"We forgot, I forgot, `boys' new plug.  Cody took off the lid of the box and
tossed it into the corner. He grabbed the  plug and brought it out of the
box. "Master got this just the other day, from  California, just for `boy', just
so he could wear it from today on, every day,  when his hole is not being
used." Now I know, Master had gone a bit over the  edge. This was the largest
plug in the whole world. Cody even commented on the  size and said that he
estimated the weight of it to be between 7 to 10   pounds. Cody hesitated a moment,
then handed the plug to Trey. Trey lifted and  felt the heaviness of the damn
thing. Trey was shocked that Master would want,  desire and need this plug in `
boys' hole. Both of them stared at each other for  the longest time. Trey
tried to hand the plug back to Cody, but Cody took a  giant step backwards. Not
only was the plug wider than six inches, it was about  ten inches long. Trey
moved between my legs, looked me right in the eye and  asked if I was ready. I
didn't indicate either a yes or no. Trey bent forward  and kissed me quickly on
my belly button, as he placed the plug at the entrance.  "I'm sorry, so
sorry `boy' I don't wish nor want to hurt you anymore today."  That said, Trey
pressed the plug steadily and slowly into my body. I screamed  out like a
scalded cat until finally it came to rest firmly implanted in my  hole. Trey and
Cody, both, wiped the tears from my face with their fingers;  after which they
licked the fingers of each other clean. With the addition of  the plug, the
grease logs were somewhere close to my stomach by now, worming  their way deeper
into my body, melting  constantly.

I looked over their shoulders, as a movement behind them caught my attention.
 Standing tall and proud was my Master and behind Him was the  ringmaster.

End of Part Eighteen

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