Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 19:39:56 -0600
From: "hargy@cox.net" <hargy@cox.net>
Subject: Learning The Ropes      Chapters 3 ,4 & 5

Chapter Three: Bondage
Oh my god! Was this good, or bad.
I was in an old, converted gas station, buck naked, and following a total
stranger through a door where all I knew was that he planned on
administering me something he called discipline training, followed by a good
 hard fucking. What was I doing?
Beyond the first door, was a small, clean, carpeted hallway. The first door
on the right had a sign on it, which read Massage Room.
We did not go into that room. Instead, he led me to the last door at the end
of the hall, which had no sign on it at all.
Through that door, was indeed a portion of the old service area of the gas
station. Above the old oil change pit was an expanded metal grate.
Positioned on top of that smooth grate was something that vaguely resembled
both a massage table, and a gynecological exam table.
It was narrow, with a portion obviously designed to support my head & torso,
and heavy extensions outward for my arms. Two extensions protruded outward
that my legs could be secured too as well. I could see that these leg
supports were removable, and padded stirrups were also hanging from supports
above, and that these could easily hold my ankles up high, really opening my
legs, and totally exposing my entire crotch for who knows what.
He then spoke. He said, Sam, whenever you are in this room, you will refer
to me as master, or sir. Now then, lay down on this table, face up.
This was both scary, and what Id hoped for. The expanded metal flooring was
cold to my bare feet as I followed my orders and proceeded onto the table.
The vinyl padding was welcome, but also cold to the touch. Especially on my
lower back, brrr.
I was there, fully spread, laying on my back, in this big, open, cold and
forbidding room. Master then proceeded to attach heavy, leather, medical
restraint cuffs to each of my wrists. He tested them for fit, making
absolutely certain that I was tightly, and properly restrained. Once the
cuffs were in place, he clipped heavy chains to them, fully stretching out
each arm, perpendicular to my torso.
With that done, he stood up, slowly admired his handiwork, and gave a wicked
 deep, almost snarling laugh. He said, you stupid, ignorant, disgusting
little fuck slut. I own your ass now. Your naked little body is mine bitch,
and I intend to play with my new toy slowly, for just a long as I like, as
often as I like. And Im sure you noticed that youre suspended over a fluid
collection pit, that can be easily rinsed with that garden hose hanging
there on the wall. You wanted piss boy, and you will get it, and more.
With that, he stripped off all of his clothes, and positioned himself right
above me, straddling my face. He said, you do lick ass good pig, so lick it
some more. He then lowered himself onto my now helpless face, and nearly
suffocated me with his ass. He was using his full weight to press his naked
ass hole onto my mouth. Initially, he had pressed so hard onto me that I
couldn't lick anything. He chuckled sadistically, and said, you wanted ass,
lick it now slut. And he raised up just enough to allow me to insert my
tongue up his anus, and again lick his hairy hole. First in tiny circles,
occasionally deviating from that by actually thrusting my tongue up his ass
as far and hard as I could.
He just stood there, and stood there, and stood there some more. He just
kept me licking his bare ass hole for what seemed like ten minutes. My
tongue was aching and exhausted. Eventually, it was just too tired to
continue, and I had no choice but to stop, and turn my head to the side for
a rest.
With that, he said, yup, you need discipline. You need to do as youre told
 until I tell you to stop. He then reached down and place a thick, heavy, 2
wide, leather collar around my neck, and cinched it up tight. He also
attached each side of that collar to the board supporting my head. I was now
firmly clamped down, and made dam sure that I wouldn't turn my head aside a
second time.
Next, he slid a light weight, black, cloth, drawstring bag over my entire
head, loosely cinched up the draw string at my chin, and totally blinded me.
Next, I could feel him attaching what I assumed were ankle sized restraint
cuffs to each of my ankles. He lifted each ankle upwards, and slipped each
into one into a hanging stirrups, clamping it into place.
Obviously, the attachments for the stirrups were somehow adjustable. Because
with the rattling of chains from above me, he pulled up both stirrups at
once, drawing my legs wide apart, and up fully over my head.
They were drawn up so far that they actually lifted my ass up just a bit off
of the table. Well, if anyone ever wanted to use my naked body, I was now in
as accessible, helpless, and available position as I could possibly imagine.
My head was securely clamped in place for anyone to straddle & use as they
pleased, and my entire crotch was hanging out there, spread wide open,
dangling like bait to any shark who happened to be hungry, horny, or just
circling.
And then, he surprised me. His tone changed entirely, and he said, Sam, you
may be here awhile, and youre probably thirsty. I have a water tube rigged
up here, would you like a drink? I was in fact really thirsty, and eagerly
accepted his offer. He slipped a fairly large diameter, plastic tube under
the edge of the cloth bag and into my dry, thirsty mouth. The cool, fresh
water was wonderful. It flowed freely, allowing me to take in a massive,
long, refreshing drink. In fact, I probably took in a full pint before
finally asking him to please remove it. And remove it he did.
And right after that, I could feel him grabbing my dangling cock, moistening
the tip of it with something, and stroking it some. He also used a fingertip
to lightly tease my fully gaping & exposed ass. Ummm, god that felt good,
and my cock immediately sprung to attention with a full, throbbing erection,
just as hes intended it to do. I then felt him doing something slick right
at the tip of my penis. What in the hell was happening down there?
Then I experience an absolutely shocking, and totally new sensation. I could
actually feel something sliding down the tip of my penis, and proceed
through the tip, and down the center of my shaft. He was obviously inserting
something into my urethra, down into the full length of my cock. I then
heard tape being torn from a roll, and felt a large piece of it wrapping
around my cock, and probably securing whatever was up there, inside of my
cock. I wasnt sure, but I suspected that Id just been catheterized, but
with what, and for what reason?
Next I felt him slipping a leather strap around my head, lightly raising the
bottom portion of the cloth bag blinding me to just below my nose, and
inserting a large, soft rubber ball gag into my mouth. Next he pulled that
strap tight, really jamming that 2 diameter rubber ball well into my mouth,
ugh! I examined the smooth surface of that ball gag with my tongue, and felt
the tip of a small plastic tube protruding through it, and into my mouth.
With that, Master spoke. He said youre discipline will begin soon, and it
might last for days. I knew you were thirsty, and you drank long & heartily.
Thats good, because youll be drinking that water again, over and over you
stupid little cunt. Youve been catheterized, and a tube now runs straight
from your bladder, into your mouth. Piss all you like slut, and slurp it
down, lol, And now, while you contemplate a few hours of drinking nothing
but your own piss, its time for your spanking little slut boy.


Chapter Four: Discipline:
He said my spanking was about to start, but I couldnt see a fucking thing!
What was I about to be whipped with, and where.
Ohhh, the anticipation was more suspenseful than any Hitchcok movie ever
made. I knew something sharp, and painful was about to hit me, but I had no
idea of just when, or where.
I could hear the creaking of the steel grate as he sauntered slowly around
my bound, blindfolded, naked & helpless form, surveying at his leisure what
he might do to/with me next.
Then suddenly, from out of the blackness, and totally without warning, I
felt a viscous, searing pain right across my stomach, argh! He used
something thin, and painful, like a thin metal or plastic rod, and dam it
stung, yeooohh!
I tried to scream out a cry of pain, but only managed to produce a muffled
UMMMF into my gag. What was I in for?
Following that first, brutal, whip across my soft mid section, came total
silence.
I strained to hear, but nothing. As I waited for the next lash to hit, I
wondered just how hed managed to whip my stomach, and miss the catheter
tube running from my cock through my ball gag. Id probably never know. Then
WHIP!
Another sharp, thin, viscous lash, this time right across the soft, meaty
part of my left butt cheek. And then right away another. More UMMFFs into my
gag.
It seemed that hed now found the spot which he planned to focus on. It was
my bare, totally exposed ass.
No more waiting now. He just started whipping every square inch of my
helpless, bare ass & thighs. Whip, whip, whip, ahhhhh, ohhhh, OUHHHH.
GOD DAM THAT STUNG, EEwwwoooohhhhhh!
The pain was becoming nearly intolerable, but there wasnt a dam thing I
could do about it but squirm, writhe, and take it!
Perhaps hed sensed that, and stopped for a brief moment, and used the tip
of the cane to instead probe my nuts. Hed slip the tip under one, raising
and flipping my scrotum up and down like the bobber on the end of a fishing
rod. Then I felt him draw back the cane. Again, silence. Then a new pain,
sharp, unbelievably intense, coming from my right testicle. Hed used the
whip to slap my dangling, exposed testicle, HARD!
OH MY GOD that hurt, uuuugggggh.
My stomach muscles contracted violently, reflexively trying to cover and
protect those nuts. But the heavy restraints easily held, keeping me there,
exposed, and available for further punishment.
With that, I heard Sir burst into deep, guttural laughter. He was obviously
enjoying the writhing, helplessness of his naked victim.
Luckily, with that smack of my dangling nuts, he paused, at least
momentarily, giving me a chance to collect myself, and recover.
And the pause was very, very welcome. I wondered just how fucking red, and
stripped my ass was from the caning it had just received. I absolutely knew
that it still hurt like a bitch.
The deep, hollow ache of a smashed nut was starting to ease too. I was also
starting to writhe & wiggle a bit, testing the strong, very secure
restraints that were keeping me stretched out and helpless.
In assessing my condition, I also realized that my sense of touch was now
heightened to a degree I dont think Ive ever experienced before. Likewise
for my hearing, taste, and smell. My god this was exhilarating! And just
then I also realized, I was loving it. Ummm, this was arousing me like
nothing Id ever experienced.
I kept expecting something else, but the pause just continued, on and on,
silence.
True, it was restful, and my erection was now gone, leaving me relaxed,
blindfolded, gagged, and still just as helpless to affect my future as it is
possible to be.
But, as this relaxed state crept over me, I suddenly realized his plan. I
was still catheterized, the tube still ran from my cock through my gag and
into my mouth, and he was waiting, and watching, until I absolutely had to
piss. And his plan was working, I did start feeling a growing need to
urinate. My only option was to piss straight into my own mouth, and just
continually reingest every drop of urine my body tried to discharge! How
long could I possibly do that without it havign serious, medical
consequences? What were my options, none!
Suddenly, this idea of pissing through a catheter seemed a bit scary, and
probably something I would do well to avoid. I wondered just how long I
could hold it, or if that was even a smart plan.
Obviously, sir had played this waiting game before, and stepped in now. I
felt him use two fingers to put an iron, vice like clamp on my left nipple,
and yank, twist, and rip at it until he could hear me ummffing into my gag,
and watching me futilely attempting to rip free of his torturous grip. Hed
succeeded in what he wanted to do though, and that was to distract me. Hed
taken my concentration away from holding my bladder, and instead triggered a
futile attempt at self defense. And in the process, my bladder had opted to
start draining.
Once you start pissing, it is really, REALLY difficult to pinch it off again
and stop. It had started, I was pissing, but where was it going?
It was a new, different, and very unsettling feeling, pissing into a narrow
tube. I could actually feel the liquid steadily rising up through my penis
as it approached the tip. After that, it was just a steady, pleasurable,
gradual emptying of my bladder, into a tube inserted into my cock, and then
going somewhere that I could neither see, nor influence.
Hed said I would eventually have to drink it, and I had no reason not to
believe that, but where was it? I just relaxed, and kept allowing it to flow
into the inserted tube. I can't deny that relieving the pressure in my
bloated bladder was welcome. But waiting for the flow to arrive in my mouth
wasn't. It was discharging from my bladder, and then up through my penis,
but was it actually plumbed to my mouth? The suspense was again almost
palpable. If it was, the piss should start flowing into my mouth immediately
 shouldnt it? Yes, it should, where was it? And then it arrived.
Suddenly, with both anxiety and anticipation, but no real warning, a fast
moving, strong flow of really warm, fresh piss shot through my ball gag, and
right into my throat. The ball gag was really seated into my mouth. That
leather strap was expertly positioned so as to seal it, and force me to
drink it all.
I could use the tip of my tongue to try to cover the discharge orifice in
the end of the tube, but that only slowed the flow, it didnt stop it.
I could also use my bladder control to try and pinch off the flow. But that
was also just a momentary reprieve, not a solution. And as I pondered my
options, the flow ran strong, quickly filling my throat in an unending
stream.
I took a huge gulp, and swallowed. Then another, and another, gulping down
my piss cocktail nearly as fast as I generated it. When you are blindfolded,
all you can do is swallow, with no true knowledge of just how much more is
coming. I had no choice. I just kept pissing, and gulping, and pissing, and
gulping, and just when I thought Id found a workable, redundant system of
pissing and swallowing, he intervened. Without warning, I suddenly felt a
large, lubed up, butt plug rammed up into my ass. Just try to casually
swallow your piss as that happens, no way.
This sudden anal penetration caused yet another involuntary body convulsion,
tightening my anal sphincter, and futilely trying to prevent that unknown,
foreign object from being jammed into my ass. This also caused me to
suddenly clamp my throat shut in a reflexive spasm, forcing a huge gulp of
fresh piss outve my mouth, spewing from all around the edges of my ball gag
and down onto my neck and chest. I could hear a satisfied chuckle, and then
felt a tug on the tube feeding my ball gag. Hed grabbed it, and yanked it
free of the gag, and just held it, using it like garden hose to direct the
steady flow of piss all over my head & face, saturating the cloth hood and
guaranteeing that Id be sniffing and tasting that drying urine smell for
however long I was forced to wear it. OH MY GOD, I loved it!
It wasnt a massive flow, like youd get from your garden hose, but rather a
slow, constricted, steady trickle. I could both feel, and smell it as it
steadily moved outve my bladder, thru my cock, thru the tube, and
eventually all over my head. Ensuring that every square inch of the cloth
hood would be nothing more than a piss soaked rag on my face & head, for
however long he opted to keep it there. The only thing I had any control of
at all just then was the rate of pissing. And just as I was really starting
to actually enjoy the trickling shower, my bladder was empty. Oh ya, I
squeezed out another squirt or two, but basically, I was empty.
And with that development he firmly gripped my penis, yanked off the tape,
and drew the catheter outve me. He backed away, leaving me naked, soaked in
piss, hooded, gagged, ass plugged, and just waiting.
What would he do with me next? All I could do was wait, and it wasnt long
before the answer arrived.


Chapter Five: Learned Obedience
OK, just where was this session headed. Since my arrival, Id been forced to
kneel in the entrance and seriously lick the dried shit outve Randys ass
hole.
Id been stripped, and strapped to his bdsm massage table, Hed straddled my
face for further ass rimming. Id been hooded, gagged, had my ass caned
until it glowed like a tomato, had my right nut mashed like fodder for a
garlic press, been catheterized and forced to drink volumes of my own piss
before being showered in it. I now had some unidentified butt plug up my ass
 a piss soaked, cloth hood over my head, and a similarly piss soaked ball
gag in my mouth. I was still naked, exposed, totally bound & helpless, and
just waiting there, with my feet secured up over my head, and my crotch held
open for the whole fucking world to file by and toy with.
Oh Ya, I was very curious about just where this was headed. Of one thing
though I was certain. Whatever it was, Id be the last to know, only finding
out as it happened.
Initially, the omni-present odor of human piss was actually arousing to me.
The cloth hood covering my head was drying excruciatingly slow, and it
basically clung to my face like a wet towel on the hood of a car. The piss
had pooled a bit into both of my eye, making them sting from the salty ureic
acid in the fluid.
Being still totally blinded by the hood, all the rest of my other senses
were still super acute, straining for any clue as to what might be happening
in the room around me. Nothing. No sounds, no foot steps, not even the
brutal sting of his cane, just absolute quiet. I had no way to meter the
passing of time, but every single tick of the clock seemed to last an
eternity. My arms & shoulders were starting to ache from the forced
immobility of the restraints holding me down and stretching me out.
 My ass was starting to seriously resent the intrusion of the plug jammed so
unceremoniously up my into it. Plus, it was starting to take considerable
anal control just to keep it from popping out've my ass, and plopping who
knows where. Sir hadnt said much, but just before leaving he had warned of
dire consequences if he came back, and that plug wasnt still where hed
left it. And aside from that, the sensual, erotic odor of mens urine, had
now evolved into an omnipresent, overwhelming stench. The piss soaked cloth
wrapped all around my face now smelled more like an Arkansas out house than
the scene of sensual, male-male sex play.
Finally, after what was probably 20-30 minutes, but had seemed like a week,
I once again heard the sound of the door opening, and then closing. And then
some very deliberate, unhurried foot steps approaching the scene of my
helpless, naked body, just stretched out there on display. I couldnt be
sure, but something about those foot steps seemed different. Was this master
 or someone else?
Who was in the room, surveying my bound, blind, naked helplessness?
With the soft rubber ball gag still jammed into my jaw, and the piss soaked
cloth bag still over my head, I couldnt see anything, or even yell out. Oh
shit! Had he offered me up to someone else to use? Was this someone else
entirely? Perhaps someone unexpected, whod just happened upon me, and was
now pondering their anonymous ways to make use of their good fortune?
Whoever it was, he/she seemed to stop somewhere beneath my hips, down around
my wide open, fully exposed cock, crotch, balls, and ass. With my legs
hoisted up in the stirrups the way they were, and the ankle shackles secured
with chain & locks, regardless of what happened next, my legs would
absolutely have to remain spread open, accommodating anything heading
towards my cock, nuts, or ass hole.
I kept my anal sphincter as tight as I could, trying desperately to keep
that infernal butt plug in place. But, as I squeezed down onto it yet again,
I thought I felt something. I couldnt be sure, but was this person doing
something to that butt plug. Nothing, again. Some tiny sounds, but nothing I
could recognize.
Then, something new commenced. I could hear the movement of something heavy,
like furniture. It was being moved closer, really close. Then I heard a
muffled uumm, like someone lifting heavy furniture, followed by the thumping
of furniture legs on either side of my head. Something had been positioned
over my hooded face. Something fairly heavy, and something with legs that
reached to the floor on either side of my head. What the hell?
The next noise I heard totally blew my mind. It was the television coming on
 What the hell was going on here? Within two minutes Id recognized the
dialogue as an episode of Law-N-Order. This was getting stranger and
stranger.
And then, a new, unexpected voice spoke up. I was right, this wasnt master,
it was someone else. The accent & vernacular were totally different. And
this mystery man then started to speak. He said, my names Jemal, and massa
sent me in to start you wit the lernin of yo strict obedience trainin.
Ive put a toilet chair over yo head, and Is gonna sit here and watch
Law-N-Order, whilst you lick my ass hole, suck my cock-n-balls, and make me
smile. Im also to hook up these here nipple clamps, and yank the piss
outve em ifn yo not licking my butt hole juss likes I likes it. Massa also
told me tos also hook up the wires to the electro-plug ups yo ass, and zap
yo ass like a high voltage bug zapper ifn yo need it. And massa even tolds
me that ifn yo really bad, that I should just let it loose, and take a big
ole shit right onta yos face, and then jus leave the turds there fo yo to
have asn a reminder of just what a unobediant little slut you were.
Sweet mother a god! What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
And with that, I could feel Jemal loosening the draw string holding the
cloth bag over my head. He then very gently peeled the piss soaked bag off
of my head, once again allowing the rooms fresh air and lights to reach my
face. That light was probably dim to Jemal, but after all that time in total
darkness, they were blinding to me. That, along with the salty piss still in
my eyes, made it really hard to see. My arms were still shackled out to my
sides, so I had no way to wipe the piss outve my eyes.
But, as a few moments passed, and my natural tears started to clean out my
eyes, an image of just who Jemal was started to emerge.
As Id already suspected, he was a black man. But Id of never guessed just
how much black man he was, he was huge, everywhere!
I guessed that Jemal was a willing submissive to Randy, a.k.a, Sir.
Its kind of tough to gage a mans size while lying on your back, Id guess
that Jemal mustve went about 290-320 lbs, stood about 6-6 or more tall,
and was hung like a fucking ox. If hed of been wearing football pads, then
Id of sworn he was a starting tackle for some NFL team. He stood there,
standing over me looking down, buck naked, and holding a pair of wicked
looking clamps in one hand. Just then his cock was hanging limp, pointing
down towards my face. But even from that vantage point, it was starting to
seriously scare me. How the fuck was I ever going to get that loaf all the
way down my throat. Jesus, if I dont fucking choke on it, hell surely be
unhappy and crap all over my helpless face, eeeewwwwuuu! I said to myself
just then I focused, and said to myself: Sam, think back. Anything &
everything youve even learned about cock sucking youre gonna need to
remember now. Youre immediate goal right now, is to do WHATEVER IT TAKES,
to make Jemal smile. Buck it up son, its fish or cut bait time! If you can't
deep throat that god dammed fence post sized cock of his, it could honestly
kill you!
Right then I think is when it hit me. This is quickly going from sensual,
passionate male-male sex, to survival! Those heightened senses of mine came
roaring back into play, but this time I could also see. And thats when I
first noticed the massive, custom, toilet looking apparatus that Jemal had
hoisted into place straddling & spanning the beam my head was strapped to.
It was indeed a bench, but a rather unique one. The actual piece one sat
upon, was actually two pieces that pivoted, depending on just how you wanted
to be positioned over the head of the person strapped to the massage(?)
table. Each piece was finely crafted of oak, with a smooth, clear finish.
All of the edges were finely curved & rounded to fit a butt cheek,
regardless of which direction you were facing. There was a full 6 opening
running between the pieces, and this opening was now positioned directly
above my captive face.
If I had this contraption figured correctly, Jemal, or anyone else for that
matter, could easily and comfortably sit on this, with their ass hole,
testicles, or cock, right on my mouth. Luckily, I also noticed a height
adjustment, which I dearly hoped Jemal would adjust upwards when he started
plunging that horse cock down my throat. But, then Jemal surprised me, and
slid a small, but firm pillow under the back of my head, tilting it sharply
upwards. With my head in this position, he could lean forward, pinning my
mouth between his rock hard ass cheeks, or spin around, and shove his ample
hog leg into my mouth from a slightly downward angle. This might not gag me
quite so easily as shoving it straight down into my immobile throat. Thank
god for small miracles, involving big cocks, lol. Well, at least I hadnt
lost my sense of humor.
And with that, something I still laugh about to this day happened. As Jemal
swung a leg over, spread his cheeks wide, and slid his ass hole back right
over my now trapped mouth, he said to me, Ill turn the TV ups a bit so you
can at least listen, k.
I could hardly suppress a massive, gut busting laugh. Ya, with that enormous
 300 lbs of ass smothering my head and totally blocking out the sun, I'm
sure going to be hanging on every word Jack McCoy has to say, lmfao. I don't
think so.
Seeing that huge, black, wide open ass engulfing your face is a bit like
being consumed by a dark, monster clam. The cheeks slide ever closer,
blocking out the light. The pink eye of the monster centers itself directly
over your nose, gently pulsing, contracting and expanding like a living,
thinking being. Before eating you, it first engulfs you in the heavy, almost
fog like aroma of a large, unwiped ass hole. I suspected that it was both
dirty, greasy, and unwiped by design.
It then eases itself back ever so slowly, not stopping until it feels your
tongue delicately polishing the shiny tissues around its puckered up
central eye.
From this distance, the smell becomes a literal cloud, fully covering, and
clinging to your face. As I started to become more animated with my tongue
motions in and around his shit stained butt hole, I could also feel his pair
of large, obviously cum stuffed testacies swinging and bouncing against my
chin as I probed his pulsing anus. By this time I already had a nasty, oily,
shitty material thoroughly imbedding itself in my mustache, and covering my
chin. Id felt numerous actual chunks of fecal material worked loose via my
tongue motions, and ultimately finding their way into my mouth, where Im
sure I eventually swallowed them.
Luckily, our sense of smell looses its effectiveness on new odors after
just one or two large breaths. So very quickly, only the oily covering on
his ass was a factor, not the smell of it. And as I started focusing more
and more on actually servicing his ass, teasing it, pleasing it, massaging
it with my tongue and making him smile, I actually started enjoying it more
and more. In no time I did have him smiling, and had actually managed to
insert nearly my full tongue up past his anal sphincter, I could feel his
tight anal muscle starting to loosen up, and resist my probing tongue less
and less as my oral massage progressed. And I just kept on striving to push
it ever deeper and deeper up his hot ass. And still those massive balls just
kept on bounding against my chin, umm. Regardless of what else happened here
today, I dearly wanted to take in every drop that theyd give up, YUM! I was
really looking forward to draining those cum filled, monstrous oysters,
until Id run em dryer'n an Amarillo steer, Grrr.
But, Id been so focused on the black ass blocking out the lights above my
head, that Id totally forgotten Jemals instructions.
Just as Id nearly gotten my full tongue deeply up into his wet, pink butt
hole and cleaned it to a smooth, pink shine, it dawned on me why hed
started with me licking his ass, instead of sucking his cock. It was so he
could face my torso, and put on the nipple clamps that hed been instructed
to use to punish any improper behavior.
Yup, as I felt him collecting flesh around my left nipple between his thumb
& forefinger, I remembered it all. And as I did, I could feel the clamp
biting down, mashing a pocket of flesh that included my full areola, and
gripping my left nipple like a bench vise. Now my nipples certainly werent
delicate, but neither were these clamps. Initially of course, the pain was
new, and sensual. Pardon the choice of words, but that clamp initially
actually felt titillating, and hot. But I knew full well that it was a
fleeting feeling, and one that Id soon beg to have removed.
And then, sure enough, the same thing on my right nipple, ummmgghh. Have you
ever uttered, it hurts so good? Well, I was thinking it just then, but had
a face full of ass hole, and a tongue just way to busy to be forming words
with. Well, at least the pain was now balanced, Small comfort,
And the irony of the nipple clamps is that they distracted me from my duties
of probing & licking his ass so badly, that he immediately used the clamps
to snap me outve it. They were attached together via a silver chain. And he
simply gave that chain one, hard, long yank. OUUUUHHH! Ohh shiiiiiiiiiit
that hurt!
He said to me as he yanked, keep licking boy, I like the feel of yo tongue
way up my ass. Go deep, and lick it clean! And for another full five minutes
 that is just exactly what I did. Apparently, he was liking it. Once he even
raised up off of the wooden seat, and tried to spread his ass cheeks even
wider, allowing me to probe even deeper up his hungry hole.
The other way I knew he was enjoying it, was the way his monster cock had
hardened and swelled. With my mouth and face buried in his ass like it was,
I could just feel his balls bouncing against my chin, and couldnt see his
front side at all, including his cock. But, I could absolutely feel it.
With his balls bouncing, and my tongue up his ass, his position allowed his
cock to bounce & slap down onto my naked chest. And I could feel it getting
harder and harder, and becoming heavier and heavier. It was obviously now
fully engorged with blood, and bouncing around like the horizontal jib of an
ocean schooner riding out a heavy squall. I was certain that Id actually
felt it reaching clear down to below my naval, yikes! Was that even
possible? No one has a cock that big!
Had my hands not been rigidly bound and immobile, Id of eagerly had that
monster in hand, stroking it, and getting a much better assessment of just
what Id soon have to swallow and deep throat. Oh well. It was probably just
as well that I didnt know, because Id by then really done an exemplary job
of shining up his butt hole, and was starting to feel it really loosen up,
and get hungry for more than just my tongue.
And it really didnt matter just how big he was, because in the situation I
was in just then, what I wanted didnt matter a hoot. I was there to be a
sex toy, and to do it obediently. And if I couldnt so it with all the
prompt obedience of a proper slave, then I was going to learn to, fast! One
way or another. And sure enough, just then, Jemal took that opportunity to
remind me of just what the other method entailed.
 Actually, he did it in two ways. The first was by farting while my tongue
was plunged way up his ass. If Id ever been curious to learn about farts,
you know, up close & personal like, that was definitely a wonderful
opportunity to do the research. Unfortunately, fartology had never been high
on my to do list. But that thought never entered Jemals mind. My tongue was
literally shoved up through his anal sphincter, probing for whatever it
could find beyond it. Suddenly, I felt the sphincter open just a bit wider,
releasing a slurry of both gas, and liquid. The gas made its presence known
immediately by making breathing difficult. But, it soon dissipated, allowing
oxygen to again rush in, and finally allowing me to breath real air again.
The liquid however wasnt so quick to leave.
Literally, it oozed out with the vapors like some sticky chocolate syrup,
Not a huge amount, but in that position, even a teaspoon full is a lot. And
it stubbornly clung to my face & tongue. With this new development, it
became crystal clear just what that oily liquid was that had already been
spread evenly over Jemals ass. Luckily, my sense of smell had long ago
stopped registering this particular odor, leaving only the greasy, fart oil
on my face to deal with.
Basically, it was now there, there wasnt a dam thing I could do about it.
If I tried, Id only have my nipples yanked into a loose, droopy shape on my
chest, and Id still have no choice but to suck butt. So I kept on doing
just that.
The other way in which Jemal reminded me to perform obediently was still
jammed up my ass, and now connected to an Electro Motive Pulse Generator
(EMP).
Honestly, aside from occasionally having to flex my sphincter to keep it in
place, Id nearly forgotten about the electro plug in my ass. At least until
I felt that first pulse of current shoot through it, and suddenly it came
flooding back to me.
The EMP generator is a sex toy that sends a low voltage, adjustable amperage
 electrical current between two electrodes. Obviously, the plug up my ass
contained a conductor of some sort, and was one of the electrodes.
And as the first pulse ripped through my scrotum, I realized that the other
electrode was stuck to my scrotum, right at the base of my nuts,
Then Jemal said lil slut boy, Im running current right up yo cock, and
pulsing straight through yo prostate. Ifn I want to, I can make yo cum by
just usin this toy to makes yo muscles contract, squeezing and squeezing yo
prostate, untils I squeezes out all the cum.
I knows jus how good that feels, cuz masas don that to me too.
With that explanation, Jemal started systematically pulsing my groin, not
hard, just gently making the muscles around the base of my cock and
testicles relax & contract, over and over. And he was right, it felt
wonderful, ummm.
Then Jemal added, since Is doing that fo yo, yos now gonna start sucking
my nuts little cunt boy. And with that, he stood, spun, and sat again,
dropping those gorgeous, huge nuts right onto my helpless, captive face.
Sum bitch, they were heavy! Each nut was roughly the size of an apple, and
heavier than my tongue could lift. I tried to twist my neck as much as my
restraining collar would allow, and lick his left one from the side. I
managed to use my own saliva to moisten it, and then wrap my full mouth
around it as best as I could. I did manage to get some suction built up, and
could then use that to lightly lick the skin on that testicle. As I sucked
harder and harder, I found that shape of the oyster to by pliable, and in
time, I did actually manage to suck his entire left nut all the way into my
mouth. Once in, I could also use my lips and jaw to massage this chunk of
hot,cum filled sweet meat, umm.
At one point, I must have sucked a bit to hard, because I suddenly felt the
aching skin on each nipple erupt in intense pain, aarrghh! I eased off
IMMEDIATELY! Hmm, it seemed that I was learning obedience. Perhaps I did
have the makings of good fuck toy. Time for that later, just keep on sucking
these gorgeous nuts!
Whatever I was doing, Jemal seemed to be enjoying it. He wasnt the least
bit shy about positioning whatever he wanted sucked right where I would have
no choice but to suck & lick on it. In time, Id managed to get both
testicles in my mouth, but of course not that the same time. And as Id
mouth massage one, the other would be bouncing on my nose & cheek. Umm,
taunting & teasing me with what absolutely had to be filled with an entire
bucket full of sweet, warm cum, ummm. I was actually starting to want that
monster cock in my mouth, just as my only way to open the spigot on all that
stored up cum. Be careful what you ask for!