Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2005 08:41:42 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 16

The ride took forever, or at least it seemed like it did. I think Cody must
have  wanted to try out the suspension on his new  vehicle.

Some of the things, which I'm going to write about, happened without me
seeing  them but are an intrigal part of the weekend. I learned of them after we
had  left for home. I am sure the reader will be able to tell which I felt and
that  which was told to  me.

When I felt hands on my body, touching, moving about and releasing my bonds,
I  knew we must be at the destination. I couldn't help but get overly nervous,
 scared, with every nerve ending extra sensitive.

Hands got me out of the vehicle and I assumed my correct walking position.
They  had decided to leave my dick tied to the collar. They also tied my nads to
the  collar, pulling them up as tight as they thought I could tolerate.
Before they  led me off to wherever, all six hands stroked my complete body. I felt
they were  trying to tell me something. I thought they were trying to say, to
be good, we  love you and don't be scared. Then the walk  began.

I couldn't feel what I was crawling on. I only knew that what ever it was
went  from a smooth surface to a somewhat rough one, then back to smooth. I could
 smell only the air around me, and after a while the clean air changed to
something akin to a farm. I wasn't to far off. This master had a small `farm'
where he raised horses and had a couple of dogs running around. Someone yanked
 hard on my leash and brought me to a sudden neck-breaking stop. I could now
smell animal and people. Lots of people.

That which I couldn't see would have amazed me, I'm sure. I was inside a
horse  barn. Off to my left were 4 leather slings, hanging by chains from the
high  ceiling. In 3 of the slings were the `pleasure boys'. One of the slings
was  meant for me. There were all kinds of implements surrounding what was to be
the  training area. I was hoping to meet the `pleasure boys' but then again
this  wasn't a "social call" now was it.

I began to wonder what was going on when the hands of many lifted me off the
floor and into the leather sling. The sling was designed so that my neck was
supported and not left hanging down backwards. As all good masters do, my
cuffs  bound me properly in the chains hanging down. The bindings on my nads,
changed  from being tied to my collar to being attached to the same rings as my
ankles.  The dick was released from the collar, unclamped and I'm assuming
drained into  the mouth of one of the bed slaves. I found out later that Cody was
made to  swallow my golden piss. My nipple rings were tied up very firmly to
the rings  holding my wrist cuffs. After Cody was finished with my dick, it was
clamped off  again.

Apparently we must have gotten there a little late, as the other `boys' were
 already being trained. I felt the plug being pulled from my hole. Some of
the  melted log was dripping down my butt crack, but at least it was warm. I
started  hoping that Cody would be involved with my training, the same as he was
at home.  I was in a new place, with some new bodies, with new  smells.

I didn't take long before I felt someone touching my new ass lips. Gently
rubbing and massaging them, which if I had a choice (or chance) I would of
sprung a stiffy. I felt lips kissing my ass lips, gently and lovingly. I was
going to dump a load of spunk if they kept this up. Who ever was doing me this
wonderful pleasure, inserted his tongue into my hole. His face was buried right
up against my skin. Now I don't know of to many men who wouldn't love this
to  happen every day, every minute. I must of died along the way and gone to `
boy  heaven'.  The tongue didn't stop for the longest time, but when it did I
felt quite exposed, for some reason.

Not Master, not a slave but mister Trey was doing me the pleasures. What was
going on? Now it seems that Trey is on my Masters good side and Cody has been
 set aside. God, I pray Cody hadn't done wrong and was being punished or
ostracized from the  events.

Trey had pulled up a stool and was sitting on it, between my upturned and
bound  legs. I felt two hands gently pry at my ass lips, pulling them even
further  apart. The more they separated, the more air I felt going inside me. As he
pulled with his hands, his mouth got inside of me. Had they transformed my
hole  so much that a mouth could and would go inside of me to kiss my insides.
Trey  removed his face and I felt a hand gentle work its was inside. Slowly and
 lovingly the hand entered. I could easily tell when the hand went in up to
the  wrist. At wrist length he moved and twisted his hand around. He opened his
fist  and I felt the tingling and taunting of his fingers. It almost felt
like  hundreds of little ants running around inside me. He was hitting all the
nerve  endings. Now I think I understand why it is so important to trim your
fingernails before you stick your hand up a butt. I returned his fingers to the
`fist' position and slowly began pushing into me even further. The pressure
was  too much and I started making sounds of anguish through my ringed mouth.
I think  the correct word is `guttural' sounds. Saliva was being made faster
than I could  swallow it and I thought I was going to drown. Fortunately,
Mother Nature forced  a huge cough out of my lungs and spit and drool landed on my
chest and rivered  its way down my cheeks and chin. The sweat underneath the
hood was beginning to  get into my eyes and sting a little bit.

Being fisted like this is the ultimate high, for me. And now that I knew it
was  Trey doing the fisting, the feeling was intensified. During this initial
part of  fisting, two masters approached my body; one on either side. Each took
a rope,  affixed it to my nipple ring; from which the rope went up, through a
ring  hanging from the ceiling. The free standing end of the rope was tied to
a  two-pound weight. As if on cue, the masters dropped the weights. Once
again I  prayed for death rather than endure that much pain. Once the weights
reached the  end, they were kept swinging back and forth. I think that most
everyone there  had a hand in keeping them swinging. A few times somebody raised the
weights and  dropped them over and over again. If this is how to cruelly
stretch my nipples,  they were doing a bang up job. I remembered that Trey wanted
me to have the  longest nipples possible. Was this Trey's idea of torture? As
if that wasn't  enough, they also had released my ears from the head harness;
to which they also  attached ropes and weights. The rope and weights went over
the side of the sling  and hung down close to the floor. Like the nipples,
everybody kept the weights  swinging and dropping over and over again. Could
this get any worse? OF COURSE  IT COULD!!!  The snout ring was done in like
manner. I discovered that  instead of using their hands to keep the weights
swinging, they were using those  paddles that we used to get at the store. The ones
with a rubber ball attached  with an elastic cord. I forget what they are
called but you know what I'm  referring to.  The only two piercings not used in
this fashion were the new  dick bar and pubic  ring.

I thought, ever so briefly, that I heard a muffled scream. Perhaps coming
from  another `boy'. If indeed it was a scream I heard, whomever it emitted from
must  have been getting the torture of his life; so  far.

Throughout all the pain, I had forgotten about my hole. I struggled and
eventually got the mind to see the hole and not to feel the other pains. Trey  had
gotten his slim arm inside of me, up to his elbow. Working ever so slowly as
not to tear or rip me open inside. He would pull his arm out a bit and work
it  back in. I'm glad he wasn't one of those gym rats with big arms and lots
of  muscle. He had decent bicep and triceps muscle for being a swimmer like me,
but  not `ugly  muscles'.

I felt his arm come all the way out of my body. Talk about feeling naked,
incomplete, useless and alone. Geezish!  I felt his hand once again at my  hole,
and then I felt his other hand. I was praying that Master had been
supervising this event. One hand and arm was awesome but TWO of them. Oh my  lord.  How
it ended up was, both hands inside, but only one arm at a time.  When one arm
was pulled back to the wrist, the other arm worked its magic. I was  hoping
that the arms where powered by the energizer bunny. How sick was that?  NOT!
Going and going and going.

When the electrical current surged through my body, even Trey's hands yanked
themselves free; and that hurt a lot, as in a whole lot. I started to cry
once  the current had left my body. The electrical charge even scared Trey and I
found  out that some of the current went into him also. As I wept, lips from
the bed  slaves were kissing me everywhere on my body. I felt someone wipe up
some of the  dripping lube from my butt during the `intermission'. Odd as it
may sound, I  could tell which lips where those belonging to Cody. I focused on
those lips and  my crying slowed to a low  whimper.

I could only assume that the other `pleasure boys' were receiving the same
treatment as I was. But, I never found out exactly what they endured. I will
admit to you that I became very very scared when my nose detected the odor of
alcohol in the area. Drinking and training don't ever mix well. I learned
that  only the masters without `pleasure boys' were drinking at the time. But
not to  worry, their own bed slaves were servicing those masters in many other
ways.  Thankful that this weekend I was not the "center of attention".

The hands once again began their journey towards my soul. I flinched as the
hands made their entrance at the same time wax was dripping onto my body. By
the  time they were done with the wax job, I don't think I had one square inch
of  skin left uncovered.  Thankfully Master had seen proper to unclamp my
catheter, this time the tube was put in place so that the piss flowed into my
mouth. I was grateful for the moisture, which quenched my dry throat. How large
were my insides now, I wondered. Was I bleeding or was I only feeling the
grease  flowing out of my hole. Had my ass lips gotten any bigger? I didn't care
anymore, just as long as I could continue having the feelings of being full,
of  being normal. Affording me all of my hidden wants, needs and desires. This
truly  was a reality checkup. What else in my brain was I wanting and
needing.

I was physically exhausted as well as mentally drained now. I don't know how
long my hole was used or what. I just knew I was wiped out. Sweat was trying
to  leave my body but perhaps the wax kept most of it from escaping. I did
however  feel some sweat drip down from my pits. That part of the body stayed
cool, at  least.  It didn't take long before the hands and arm were withdrawn
from my  hole before I got a good jolt of juice. I bucked so much that a lot of
the blobs  of wax began to fall off. Amen to that!

The piss tube was removed from my mouth. What's up with that? Geezish! Then
to  my surprise, the catheter was deflated and removed.  Some one then strings
my dick up by the two rings, just like the rest of me.  A hand grabs hold  of
my dick and I feel cold lube entering my piss hole. Lots of it. Another cold
sensation and again somebody was pushing a steel sound into my dick. I
thought  the damn thing was going to be sucked into my body, the way it went
inside.  The sound was stroked back and forth and twisted around and  around. Each
time one sound was taken out, more lube was put in and another,  larger, sound
was inserted. This is what Trey had earlier told my Master he  would like to
see. Holy dickhead, suckermouth!!! Each time the sound was twisted  around; I
felt that one strong muscle loosen up. You know, the muscle just  inside your
dick head. I prayed that who ever was doing the invasion would go  slow but as
usual that didn't happen to good. When he got to the size that  wouldn't go
in easy, he took a strong grip of my dick, and brutally forced the  sound into
me. I screamed like I was being burned at the stake. I felt liquid  ooze down
my dick shaft and just knew it was not the lube. I was bleeding a  little bit,
but then I felt the cool spray of anti-biotic on my dick and I  worried no
longer. That large sized sound was left in place for quite awhile  before
somebody got the damn thing sliding in and out, round and round.   Odd how one of
those large one feels when it is way down your dick shaft and  touching another
part of your body. The feeling is almost as good as the  fisting; at least I
think it is.

Then, not to be forgotten, they started in again on my weights, swinging them
 and dropping them at the same time my dick training was going on. Damn,
putting  this experience on paper is making me sweat just like it did when it
first  happened. Wouldn't you just know it!  The weights continued to swing, but
the sound was left alone, briefly. I felt someone move the sound around and
around, then left it alone again. While the weights were being batted around,
some one flipped a switch and my dick was getting juiced from the inside out.
The current didn't stop. The pain increased as I heaved up ugly stuff from my
 stomach. I cried, screamed and thrashed about the best I could. Darkness
came to  my mind, as I couldn't feel, see, hear, taste or think. My mind and body
were in  limbo land, but I'm sure the training continued whether I knew it or
 not.


End of Part 16


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