Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 19:49:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper-Bitch - part 23

Warning: This story contains scenes of spankings, diapers, shaving and
non-consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting to you
or if you are a minor in your country of residence please leave now. I
would also advise you that one should practice safe sex at all times and
not be careless like my fictional characters.

This work is copyrighted by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without a written permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete and if including the copyright notice.

As the author I would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, suggestions or maybe just a short note if you find
this story worthy to be continued.



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Chapter 23

By the time we reached the rather unobtrusive looking brick building in one
of the industrial areas of the town, Baby had finished all four bottles
with Albert's help.  I parked the car at the far end of the parking lot and
got out, waiting for my pet to follow suit.  He did so rather slowly, his
face flushed - he looked embarrassed and humiliated being forced to show
himself in public with an enormous bulge around his waist that crinkled
with every step and this massive steel contraption shoved down his pant
leg.

We walked slowly towards the entrance, Albert as always, carrying the bag
with the huge 'Diapers' print to make sure that everybody could guess the
pet's condition.  Opening both glass doors we let Baby step into the
building, followed him in and entered an elaborate reception area.  A good
looking girl in a skimpy workout suit was sitting behind the desk curiously
looking at us.

"We're here to see Mr. Walker.  Please tell him his brother is here."

"Right away, Sir."

After giving Baby another intense stare she took the phone, dialed a number
and told whomever was on the other end of the line that we were here.

"Would you please take a seat over there? Mr. Walker will be here in a
minute."  She smiled and gestured to a seating area with lounge chairs.  We
were barely seated when Steve came towards us, accompanied by a tall,
beautiful woman and a huge muscular guy.  He shook my hand, his eyes never
leaving the pathetic figure that was his little brother.

"Peter, I'm so glad you decided to bring him here. Let me introduce you to
the best trainer in town: Natasha."  The tall, exceptionally well built
woman stepped forward to greet me, while Steve turned his attention to
Albert and Matt.

"I have heard a lot about my new student, Mr. Townsend.  It is a pleasure
to meet you, and it will be an even bigger pleasure to work with your boy.
I am Natasha."  Her voice was clipped with an undertone of steel that
almost made me shiver.

"Has he been to a facility like this before?"

"I don't think so, Miss Natasha, we will have to ask the pet."

Baby was still rooted to the spot, somehow unable to move, obviously trying
to understand what was happening around him.

"Baby?"  I snapped my fingers at him, trying to get his attention. He
stared at me uncomprehending, his mouth gaping open.

"I see that he is not the brightest one.  Maybe we should just start him as
a beginner."

Still looking at my overwhelmed pet, I had to agree.

"I think you're right.  Think of him as a novice and treat him as such."
Steve turned his attention back to Natasha, motioning her to step closer to
the pet.

"Natasha, this is my little brother.  I want you to take extra good care of
him."  The smile on his face was positively evil.

"Why don't you take him and get him something appropriate to wear, while I
take these gentlemen around and show them the gym."

She gave a curt nod, and with a wave of her hand, the tall muscled guy came
up behind Baby to lead him away.

"Mr. Townsend, what... Daddy!!!"  Baby tried to fight of the strong grip on
his waist, as he was being led away.

"Be a good boy now, my pet, and do what your trainers tell you to do."  I
shooed him away with a smile and shook my head in exasperation.

"I'm afraid that he still has a couple of things to learn.  Albert, why
don't you go with them and inform Miss Natasha about his special
requirements?"

Albert quickly followed the trio and I watched them disappear through a
door on the side.

"Don't worry, Peter, she knows what she is doing.  You'll like the results,
I promise," Steve said,

Leading us through another door onto the main floor of the gym.  Steve
continued animatedly chatting with Matt, who had yet to let the attractive
guy out of his sight.  This was interesting.  Matt rarely showed that much
interest in someone who was not strapped down on his surgery table.


*****


The gym was equipped with every imaginable exercise-machine, set up by
muscle groups, as Steve explained, but there were also comfortable looking
lounge chairs everywhere.

"For the Masters of the pets we are training here.  A lot of them want to
watch how their toys behave while they are being exercised."

There were males and females working out on the machines, most of them
dressed in regular work-out clothes, only one guy, chained to a treadmill
was only clad in what seemed to be a leather pouch around his dick and
balls.  The guy sitting in the chair behind him was smiling at us, but
keeping his eyes on the tight ass in front of him.

"Why don't we go over there and watch Ricky being changed into his workout
outfit?"

Steve motioned towards a big window where a small group of four guys had
assembled and watched what was going on behind the glass pane.  We walked
over and I saw Baby, Albert and Natasha standing in a men's locker room,
arguing about something.

Steve switched a knob and we could hear the heated conversation.  Natasha
was standing in front of Baby, her hands on her waist - a real intimidating
sight.

"If you don't want me to beat your ass until it bleeds, you better follow
my orders.  Strip.  Now."

Albert went to my pet, taking hold of his jacket from behind carefully not
to rip it, while pulling it down.

"You can't do this to me.  I'll call the police.  Stop this.  I'm not doing
this."  Baby was trying to stop Albert, not seeing that Natasha pulled a
whip seemingly out of nowhere and let it snap with a loud crack.

"Tom, get him restrained, I really don't have time for this."  Her muscular
assistant came to stand in front of the pet, who stared at the whip, not
sure if she would actually use it on him.

Meanwhile, I was still wondering where she had that whip hidden; her
skin-tight outfit really had shown no sign of her carrying it.

Tom took Baby's hands, cuffed his wrists and hooked them to a chain that
pulled his arms up towards the ceiling and left him pretty much
defenseless.  I watched as his pants were pulled down, showing his diaper
in all of its glory.

"These need to go too.  Is it okay to remove them now, or do we need to
plug him?"  The trainer looked at Albert inquiringly.

"He should be good for at least another hour: after that he might have to
go and will need his diaper again."

"Good.  Then would you please remove it?"  Albert went to carefully take
the pet's diaper off, exposing his unusual genitals.  He removed the weight
on his balls to thread his sac through the hole of the diaper, letting his
steel-encased scrotum hang freely.

Natasha went and gripped Baby's sac, weighing it in her hand.

"You can put the steel ball back on him for now; we will start with a
warm-up of stretching and some cardio, so it won't be in the way.  Tom, we
need a sheath for his cock, a jock won't fit him."

She walked around the boy, unbuttoning his shirt and took his tits in her
hand.

"These need to be secured when we work on the machines.  We can't risk them
to get hurt."

By now the assistant had returned with a bright pink scrap of cloth that he
gave to Natasha.

"This is the color of our beginners, so every member in the club here knows
to watch out for you.  They are all very helpful towards the newbies,
making sure you don't overdo it." She took his prick in hand and roughly
pulled the small satin sheath over his cock, leaving his tip exposed.  The
sheath was tied around the waist and two more strings were pulled through
his legs, on each side of his sac, running through his crack and tied
firmly to the string around his waist.  It displayed the huge head of his
cocklet in a very erotic way.

"All right.  Will you behave now, or do you still insist on acting up
here?"  She gave Baby a rather intimidating stare, which made him flinch
involuntarily.

"I... no... You..."  The pet stammered, still

"Good.  Then let's get on the floor and start your work-out."  She turned
and walked towards the door, not once looking back: she clearly expected
the others in the room to follow her.  Once outside they went to a padded
table, motioned to Tom, who then helped Baby to lie down on it.

"We'll do the stretching first."  Without saying anything further, three of
the guys that were standing in front of the window, walked over,
positioning themselves at Baby's legs and arms.

"Okay, guys.  Stretch him, but go easy, he is a beginner."  She stepped
back, allowing me, Matt and Steve a clear view of the table.

The three guys and Tom started to manipulate the pet's limbs, carefully
stretching his legs to a full split, working his arms to warm up the
muscles and then finally started to bend his body in the most unusual
positions.  They bend his legs back towards his head, exposing his rosy ass
and hole; it was a truly beautiful view.  I was getting hard, seeing my pet
being handled like he was getting prepared for tantric sex.  I could tell
he was struggling to not fight against the four guys.  Apparently he
realized that they could easily overpower him, forcing him to submit to
their treatment.

"That's enough, guys.  Thanks for your help."  Natasha stepped to the table
again, pulled on the steel-ball attached to Baby's sac, making him move
towards her.

"Let's see how you're doing on the cardio."

She pointed to one of the exercise bikes standing near the table.

"Tom will help you get on."  The big muscled guy stepped behind the pet,
reached down to the pet's knees and lifted him up. Baby's back was against
Tom's chest, he was held open by his knees, almost like a real baby lifted
by his mother to be seated on his potty for the first time.  Only that it
wasn't a potty that he would be seated on.  The exercise bike sported a
nice sized dildo instead of a saddle and Baby was pushed down onto it.  The
grimace on the pet's face showed that the rubber attachment went in real
deep.

As soon as he was sitting on the bike, Natasha pulled two small chains from
a bracket, attached them to his nipples and pulled them tight.  It forced
the pet to lean over the handle bars of the bike, in an almost racing
position.  A bungee cord was hooked to a ring on the frame of the bike and
attached to the steel weight to put some more pressure on his already
tortured balls.  I watched tears rolling down my pet's cheeks, he truly was
in pain.  I also noticed his little clit getting hard, proof that he was a
natural pain slut - a suspicion I had since he joined my household.  It
would take some more time for him to be able to admit to it, but the
torture and humiliation were an absolute turn-on for him, although he might
not consciously realize it just yet.

"All right.  I want you to do 15 minutes on level two, make sure to keep an
even speed."  She took two wires, attached one to the saddle and one to his
wand.

"If you slack off, a little shock will help you to stay at your set level,
so make sure that once you start to choose a speed that you can keep over
those 15 minutes."  She stepped back, waiting for my pet to start pedaling.

I watched the pet slowly working up a nice tempo, despite his pained sac
and stuffed ass.  After a couple of minutes a light sweat was covering his
back, he looked too sexy for words.  It was pure torture for me, watching
him getting all worked up and not being able to finally take him the way I
wanted to.  Yes, I had fucked his pussy, sucked his tits, milked his clit
and fed him my juices, but he still had the last act of total possession
ahead of him.  I so hoped that he would soon be able to accept his new
life, to really become mine.

"So what's next, Steve?"  I turned back

"I thought we'll take him through some basic exercises for now.  You know,
pull-ups, sit-ups, that kind of thing."

Natasha stood next to the pet, carefully watching him while keeping her
eyes on his ass.  I don't think anybody can know how it feels to look at
the backside of a truly gorgeous male specimen with his pussy stuffed,
while riding a bike.  It is a like a wet dream come true to see his
sphincter muscle clench and unclench, trying to fight the intrusion yet
unable to do so because the bodyweight makes it impossible.  His
ass-muscles were being worked through the pedaling, his muscled back was
glistening under the lights, his strong thighs were moving with fluid
grace, however the true center of his overall beauty was his cunt.  Or more
precisely: my cunt. Red, slightly swollen, protruding from his lightly
bruised crack, adorned with two rings drawing attention to it. It was my
pussy to do with as I pleased.

"You did good, boy."  Natasha put her hand on the pet's shoulder signaling
him to stop.

"Let's do something for your upper body now, so your legs can rest a bit."

She unhooked him and led Baby over to a horizontal bar, approximately eight
feet above the ground.

"Show me how you handle pull-ups."  Once more she hooked a bungee-cord to
his ball weight, attaching the other end to a d-ring on the floor.  Tom
held a string with metal balls in his hand, waiting for her to finish with
his balls, before handing it to her.

"We're going to use these, so make sure to squeeze tight."  With that she
pushed the balls against the pet's hole and inserted all four of them.  I
watched as ball after ball disappeared in my Baby's pussy, filling him with
at least 16 pounds.  He groaned in discomfort which earned him a sharp slap
to his still red backside.

"I want you to hold them in while you're doing your pull-ups.  This will
keep your muscles nice and tight for your master."  She stepped back to let
Tom help the pet get a hold of the bar.  Tom grabbed him around the waist
and hoisted him up.

The view was breath-taking.  The bungee-cord was visibly stretched; it
would pull down his scrotum whenever he pulled up.  His ass muscles were
clenched real tight to prevent the steel balls from slipping out.  Natasha
encouraged Baby with a sharp slap of her crop, starting to count.

I assumed the pain on his balls must be excruciating and was amazed that
his little pecker got hard again.  When his sheathed clitty started to rise
up towards his stomach, I opened the valve to his glands, allowing the
pre-cum to slowly drip out of him.  I couldn't help myself, I just had to
move in front of him: touching his tip, carefully smearing the clear fluid
around his bulging head. Maybe, just maybe I would let him come today.

His muscles were bulging with the strenuous work-out; his body was covered
in sweat giving it a wonderful sheen.  He gasped audibly each time he
pulled his body up, stretching his sac to the maximum.  He was beautiful
beyond words.  I would let him relax later, settle him between my legs so
he could nurse on his Daddy's dick, while Albert would work on his ass.


*****


All of a sudden my thoughts were rudely interrupted when my pet let go of
the bar, dropped into a crouch on the floor and then, without a word of
warning, attacked.  He launched himself at the muscular assistant, downing
him with a hard kick into the groin, making Tom double over from the pain.
Before I could react one way or another, Baby shoved Natasha into one of
the near standing lounge chairs and ran.  Steve and Albert were the only
two that went in pursuit of him; I was still standing there dumbfounded.  I
couldn't believe the pet would do something like that.  I stared after
them, watched as Baby disappeared behind a door, forcing his brother and
Albert to stop.

"That's my office. He's locked himself in."

Finally I was able to move.  I ran to the locked door, pulling on the
handle as if this would force it open in some miraculous way.

"Break it open."  I forced the words out between clenched teeth.  He would
so pay for this. I would take every dollar for this door out on his ass.  I
would make him regret even thinking about getting away.  The time for being
lenient with him was finally over.  From now on I would use him as he
needed to be used.  If he thought that we had already reached the limit, he
would be in for a big surprise.

Steve motioned to two of the bulky guys that had done the stretching
exercises on the pet to help breaking the door open.  It took a couple of
minutes of hard kicks against the surface, close to the lock, before the
heavy door finally opened with a slam against the wall.  We rushed inside
Steve's office, looking around, yet I could not see my pet.

"Bathroom."  Steve motioned to another door at the back of the office.

Once again the guys went to work, forcing the door open with several
well-aimed kicks.  I motioned them to stop and walked to the door.

"Baby?  Come on, stop being stupid and I promise you will not be punished
too badly.  Now, come out!"

Nothing.  Not a single sound.

Carefully, to avoid splinters I stepped over the pieces of the broken door
into the bathroom and was greeted only by a large, open window and no trace
of my pet.  I checked the shower to see if he was hiding there, even though
I knew better.

He was gone.

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Personal comment: Thanks to all of you who stayed with me and the story up
to now, I enjoyed writing this story for you immensely and I do hope - if I
write another one - that you'll come and join me again.

tony