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  ************      A First Time Slave Training.           **************
  *        (C) Copyright 1987 by Terry Nelson                           *
  *        Please use only with Permission                              *
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There is a place in the local shopping mall that's nice to get a cup of
coffee and watch all the different people go by but most of all it a
good place to watch a stream of good looking hunks. The best place to
sit is right at the bottom of the escalator for a good view of buns
going up and baskets coming down. Sometimes those 501s are so
threadbare over a nice bulge that you can almost see through.

All kinds and types parade up and down as I sit and take in the
scenery.  The young studs strutting sometimes without even knowing it
trying to impress anyone who will look at them. Then there are those
that are not aware or have no interest in what others may think of
them.

As I took another sip of coffee my eyes wondered from a round firm ass
with a tear in the pants across the bottom to a man on his way down the
escalator.  I say man because he was in his early 30's and was not the
pretty boy type, but had that square cut rugged look one associates
with someone who knows and is content with himself.  About 175 lbs.
Dark hair just a little out of place and grey eyes that seemed to look
straight at me all the way from  the middle of the ride to the bottom.
The face was clean shaven except for a good 5 or 6 o'clock shadow that
added to his rugged look.

My eyes wondered down past the square shoulders chest and slim waste
and stopped at the V of his legs.  His levis were snug on him and well
used.  The basket showed he was a man in that department also.  A
little red from staring I pulled my eyes away and tried to focus on
some of the other sights going up and down but the image stayed with
me.

I took another drink of coffee and thought if only ....  I put him out
of my mind and took another 10 minutes enjoying the sights and decided
it was time to get home and take care of a few things.  As I turned in
my seat to leave there he was walking toward me.

"Mind if I join you" he said.  The voice was on the deep side and had a
touch of the Mid-west in it.

"Not at all,"  I said and was glad my voice was smooth and study. "Pull
up a chair."

The place was not that full and there were some empty tables.  His
shirt was open part way down and I could see a tan well defined chest.
Around his neck was tied a leather thong.

"I hate eating alone"  he said as he slid into the chair across form
me.  "You like watching people or is there something in particular
you're looking at?"

I could feel my face getting red and I knew from the way he said it
that there was no question what he meant.  "Just looking and thinking,"
I said.

The small smile he had left his face and the voice very soft and
demanding said "Thinking about what?  I expect an answer to my
questions.  Bull shit is for others not for me."

I didn't know what to make of this but why not just say what I think.
"Looking at bodies buns and baskets." I said.

"And what else?"  he demanded.

Now I was really feeling strange and somehow feeling a domination I had
not felt in a long time.  I thought 'what the hell' then said
"Wondering what some of those hunks would do if they came across me
tied up to some tree?  Would they cut me lose or something else?"

The smile returned and he said to himself "I think you'll do."

Then a little louder to me "You need more that thinking about it.  You
want and need it don't you?"

"What do you mean?"  I said getting myself together at last. After all
this was a public place and he was a stranger.  Was he suggesting what
I think he was?  "What do you think you're doing? You come over here
and start in on me like that." But my heart wasn't in it.

"You know exactly what I mean.  I've seen you before and I've watched
who you look at, what turns you on.  You may not know what you want,
but I do. He said this with a low steady voice that rang with truth.
"You will do what you're told because that's what you want."

I knew he was right.  This feeling had been with me for a long time.
Some of my friends knew about it but I had never done anything about it
except fantasize.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think a stranger
would walk up to me and talk to me that way.  I've had some sex with
men but not much more then jacking off together.  I live alone and have
gay and straight friends. I like sex but just never got into much with
anyone.  I can remember the first time I slid my hand around both my
cock and balls and squeezed as I was jacking off with the other.  The
combination of pain with the pleasure of coming made me cum all over
myself.  It wasn't long before I tied a cord around the balls and cock
almost every time I wanted to cum.  It felt good. It was a short step
then to discover how sensitive my nipples were when squeezed tight or
how I tried tieing the cord around the balls only and found another
combination of pain and pleasure.

His eyes were staring straight at me "I'm right. You know I'm right
don't you?" he said.

I was so taken by this whole thing  I just nodded my head.

"That's better." he said "You're off for the weekend." It was a
statement not a question.  "And so am I.  I think you need to spend
some time with me so we can go into this further."

"OK" was all I said.

"Good.  Meet me at the corner of 10th and Allen at 8 tonight and we'll
continue this.

"OK" was all I said again.  He got up and walked away.  I watched that
firm hard body from the back this time and it was every bit as good as
the front.  The coffee was cold and no one seamed interesting now, so I
left.

It was 6 PM when I got home and really started thinking about what had
happened.  There was no doubt it turned me on.  I got hard again just
thinking about it.  But, what was I getting into?  I didn't know this
guy from Adam or anyone else for that matter.

For almost an hour it was - I'm not going. What's with this guy. - I'll
go and see what he's up to. - I'm crazy - He's crazy.  - I would like
to know where he's coming from.  - Could it be dangerous? - Should I
go? - Maybe - Maybe not -Maybe just to see what happens.

I took a shower and looked at myself in the mirror as I dried off.
Being honest the body was not bad.  Skating and skiing helps keep one
in shape. Not much body hair but the muscles were well defined.  I
stand 5' 10" and come in at 160 lbs.

My cock was semi-hard and sticking out from a good patch of hair. Just
thinking about meeting - who? - he did not give me his name.  But no
matter just thinking about him made my cock get hard.  I wish now I had
got one of those cock rings you see in some of the magazines.

It had just turned 8 PM when I walked up to the corner of 8th and
Allen.   It was in an area of town that had no night life and was
almost deserted.  I felt conspicuous just standing there and wondered
if I should have worn a jacket.  The air had been so warm when I left I
had put on only levis and shirt.

About 8:15 a dark dodge pulled up to the curb and there he was.

"Get in," he said.  "We'll take a ride."

I got in and we started off.  He turned on to the freeway and settled
back.

"I don't even know your name." I said.

"You don't, do you.  Call me Mike," he said.  "For now".

"OK, Mike.  My name is Don.  Where are we going?".

Mike had settled back as we got on the freeway.  He was about 6' tall
and 175# trim body.  He was wearing the same levis but had shed the
shirt for a leather vest.  It showed most of his hard chest and one of
his nipples.  I did a double take.  Mike's nipple had a small gold ring
through it.

"Alright, Don it is for now." said Mike.  "Kick back and relax. I have
a spot just up the road.  I like to get out of town get some fresh
air."

"Sounds good to me.  I love camping and this is just the weather for
it" I said.

Mike looked over at me and said, "This place of mine has a few rules
but I'm sure you'll like it.  First rule is when there we go back to
nature".

"OK" I said.  Not being sure what that meant. "Is it a cabin or
what?".

"Or what," he said.  "Here we are now."  Mike turned off the freeway
and in a short time turned on to a gravel road.  We wound our way
through a small valley and over a hill into another valley.  In a grove
a trees was what looked like a log cabin.

"Here we are." Mike said. "Let's  get a drink and then we can get into
it."

The room we entered was small, a kitchen area, fireplace and on the far
wall a double bed; almost like a one room cabin but there was a door to
another room.  Mike got a bottle from the refrigerator and went to the
sink to fix the drinks.  I sat down in front of the fireplace.

"Here you are." Mike said handing me a glass. "Drink up."

Mike sat facing me and took a couple of gulps.  I did the same. It
wasn't hard liqueur but something like ice tea and lemonade all in
one.  I'm not much of a drinker and was glad it was something I liked.

"This is good." I said.  "What is it?"

Mike smiled again and said "It's a special mix I have, Don.  I'm glad
you like it.  It will warm you up in a minute or so".

"What did you mean today when you said 'I need more than thinking about
it?"

I was feeling very good.  The air was warm and my body was feeling
mellow.  I took another drink and looked at Mike.  It must be getting
darker outside I thought because Mike looked dimmer to me.

"I meant I have seen you before and I watched you a number of times.
I've watched what you look at. I've seen your cock grow in your pants
when a leather guy goes by.  I watched you stare at a cock ring on a
wrist and at guys earrings.  Thinking about it is nice but doing it is
even better."

He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs wide as he took another
sip of his drink.  There was a bulge at Mike's crotch and his vest slid
open showing both tits had been pierced.  His stomach was flat with
horizontal lines of muscle running across it.

My cock was getting hard.  There was not enough room in my pants if it
got up all the way.  I felt warm all over.  I laid against the back of
the couch.  My arms felt heavy.

Mike started rubbing his bulging crotch.  He looked at me and said
"That took effect fast.  That's good.  I'm hot tonight. And you're hot
too, I see; I'm going to take care of that right now."

Dimly I saw Mike get up and put his drink down.  He walked over to me
and took mine.  I heard him say from a distance "It's time to get you
ready".

I drifted back to wakefulness.  I was flat on my back on some kind of
padded table.  When I tried to move I realized both hands and feet were
strapped down to the table.  There was no headache I just felt good all
over.  I realized I had no clothes on and I could feel my cock standing
up hard.  Lifting my head to see the situation better I found a number
of leather straps around me.  There was one running from a cock ring up
my stomach to a ring in the middle of my chest.  It split and went over
my shoulders and down my back.  Then I realized I could feel a leather
strap in the crack of my ass and between my legs.  There were other
straps fasted on various parts of me.  With d-rings and belts coming
from of them.

I apparently was in the other room of the cabin.  I could not see much;
there was only a couple of candles to see by.  I could see some lockers
and hanging on one wall were some chains.  What had I gotten myself
into.  I should be scared as hell but all I felt was good and my
roaring hard-on. Just then the door in the far wall opened and Mike
came in.

"Awake at last," he said.  "We can begin now."  He went over to a
locker and took something out.  "I'll tell you just one time and you
can believe me when I say it.  You're going to love this and before we
are through you'll beg for more.  I see that drink I fixed for you is
having its effects,"  and he reached over and grabbed my cock.   He
started squeezing hard.

It hurt like hell but did not lose any of its hardness. "Please, maybe
you got the wrong idea," I pleaded.  This whole thing exciting as it
was was beginning to scare me.

"Enough talk," he said.

He walked up around to my head and I realized what he had gotten from
the locker.  It was a leather hood which he slid over me.  Then he
worked tightening it.  I could still see and talk but the hood was
fitting me like a second skin.

"Please, Mike, sir." I said. The sir came out with out thinking. "I'm
not sure about this."

He bent down close to my face and said "You won't have to think at
all.  I'll do all your thinking for you.  All you have to do is what I
tell you.  No back talk.  Answer when I ask you something.  Do what
you're told and learn to enjoy it."  He then put something over my eyes
and fastened it to the hood.  What ever it was it cut off all light.  I
could not see a thing.

I had to take my last chance. "Please sir.  Please.  I'm not sure.  I
don't know what's going on."  My words were cut off as something was
pushed into my mouth and again fastened to the hood.

"You will begin your training without seeing anything.  You will hear
only my commands.  You will not answer unless I let you.  Later when
you understand I will allow you more freedom.  Do you understand?"

I tried to answer but could not.  I felt my nipples squeezed hard till
I almost cried out if I could have.

"Do not talk," he said, "just nod your head".  I did and the squeezing
on my nipples stopped.  "That's better.  You have a long way to go".

The voice was soothing and his hands began to rub lightly around my
chest and nipples and then worked their way down my stomach and took
hold of my balls and cock.  It felt so good and at the same time
strange.  Strapped to a table helpless unable to see or talk.  Open to
whatever he wanted to do to me and still more excited then I have ever
been before.

My cock was getting harder and more sensitive all the time as Mike kept
rubbing it and playing with the head.  I could feel my legs tensing as
the juices boiled up in my balls.  I was going to cum.  I was going to
shoot all over he place.

Then all at once nothing.  I could not feel his hands anywhere.  I
rocked my hips in an effort to continue the feeling Mike had
generated.  I strained at the straps holding my arms trying to reach my
cock.  I had to cum.  I was so hot.

"Not yet," I heard through the hood.   My balls were lifted and I felt
something being wrapped around them.  As the wrapping continued I felt
the balls pushed further and further down in the sack. It was like a
collar had been but on them holding them stretched down in the sack.
Then a collar was fastened around my neck.

"I'm going to let you up now," he said.  "You will get down on your
hands and knees.  Do you understand?"

I nodded my head remembering last time I tried to talk without being
given permission.  I felt the straps removed from my legs and arms.  My
cock was still hot and the temptation to jack off almost over came my
good sense.  Sliding off the table I felt the collar on my neck being
pulled down.  There was no choice but to go down on my hands and
knees.

Mike began fastening buckles and adjusting straps.  I could feel them
around my legs and arms.  The strap from the cock ring running between
my legs and up the crack of my ass was pulled tight.  This pulled my
cock down so it was pointed straight at the floor.  After a while the
adjusting was finished and I felt the leash being pulled.

"This way," Mike said.

I started to raise up and felt my cock and balls being pulled on.  The
straps kept me from standing up as well as stretching my cock.  I
realized I was on all fours and unable to stand no matter what.

"This way. Come along." I heard again.  "That's a good little slave dog".

I was lead blind by a leash on hands and knees.  I kept going till my
hooded head ran into something that gave a little.

"That's right.  Get your face against that crotch.  You can't see and
you can't taste, but you can smell.  I want you to smell your master's
cock and balls.  Breath in nice and deep.  Learn that smell real good."

Mike kept on like that while holding my head against the bulge in his
levis.  I could smell his man scent coming through the only opening in
the hood and right up my nose.  The more he talked to me and the more
he rubbed my face around his crotch the hotter I got.  I slid my hand
down to my cock and began to stroke it.

Suddenly I was shoved over on my side.  "I told you," he said. "You
want to play with yourself, do you?  Well not until I let you. You
understand me."

He did not wait for an answer but told me to come with him as if I had
any choice.  The leash was pulling on my neck and I had to hurry to
keep up with him.  I felt some of the buckles released and my hands
hooked together. Then my arms were pulled toward the ceiling till I was
standing. He spread my legs and anchored them wide.

"I'll make sure you can't play with yourself." he said.  I felt the
strap between my legs released.  Then felt cold leather sliding up over
my balls and down my cock. Straps again were fastened around me. I
heard the click of a lock.

"There," Mike said.  "That's a special chastity belt for training.
Nothing will happen unless you start to jack off or play with
yourself.  There's a double lining and if you put any pressure around
your cock you'll find a number of sharp points will stick through and
your cock will know what real pain is."

I heard him walk away.  What was happening to me.  No matter what Mike
did to me I was still hard.  I had never been so excited before.  What
was in that drink.  Was there some drug I had never heard of?  What was
going to happen?  Then I thought about my face in his crotch.  I
wondered what it would be like to have my face there without his pants
in the way.  I started daydreaming about his cock and balls.  What it
would be like to lick them have them rubbed in my face.  Some time must
have passed while I was day dreaming because I realized it had gotten
colder.  Was he going to leave me here.  And what was worse I had to
piss.

Just then I heard movement behind me and felt the gag taken out of my
mouth.  Mike came around in front of me and started playing with my
tits.

"How does my slave boy feel now?  Have you learned your lesson?"

I knew he wanted an answer but how to answer him.

"Yes sir. I will do just what you tell me to do.  I will not jack off
or play with myself unless you tell me.  But please sir I have to take
a piss."

"Yes.  It's about time.  That stuff makes you piss about two hours
after you drink it.  He released my feet and then my hands.  "Down on
your hands and knees again my little puppy," he said.

I got down and was led off.  Suddenly I knew where we were.  We were
not going to a bathroom but out the door.  Outside.  Me naked and being
led on a leash just like a dog.  He lead me to one of the trees and
said, "OK now piss.  Just like a good boy.  There's a hole in the
leather.  Just remember next time the hole will be shut and you'll have
to keep the piss inside."

I had no choice.  I spread my knees to try and keep any of the piss
from getting on me.  Then I let my bladder go.  And out in the woods
naked and lead like a dog I took my piss.

Before I could get up Mike slapped my ass.  "That's a good boy. Now
come along back to the cabin."

When we got back I was told to sit.  I could feel Mike's legs on either
side of me.  He pulled my head into his crotch again.  This time he had
no pants on but there was some leather covering his cock and balls.

"You haven't thanked me yet." he said.

Thanked him for what?

"Thank me for letting you piss," he said.  "Show me how grateful you
are.  I'm taking it slow with you because you're new to this. But don't
push your luck slave."

Slave!  He called me a slave.  I guess that's what I was I certainly
felt like one.

"Thank you sir for letting me piss."  My face was right in front of his
crotch and as I spoke Mike pulled my head against him.   I could smell
him... The last of my words were cut off as my lips rubbed against the
leather covering his cock and balls.

Leather - the smell was exciting.  I let my tongue slide against his
crotch.  The taste was making me feel wonderful.  My tongue slid off
the leather and against Mike's skin.  I could not help myself.  I began
licking all around his enclosed cock and balls.

"Good boy," I heard.  "Sood slave.  You want to lick my cock. You want
to suck on my balls.  Your master is pleased.  That's the way to show
me how thankful you are."

The words came through but hardly registered.  All I wanted was to get
under that leather and taste what was there.  My hands came up and
started to pull back the pouch.

"No. Not yet." Mike said.  "You'll get your fill before the weekend's
out."  My hands were pushed behind my back and I heard a snap.  They
were locked there.  No matter, all I could think about was the smell
and taste of Mike.   My tongue slid under the leather and for the first
time I tasted the wonderful man taste of Mike's balls.  I tried to
force my way in as far as I could.  Exploring with the tip of my
tongue.  I was so hot.  My balls were straining but the wrapping was
still stretching them.

The collar around my neck was pulled breaking my contact with that
taste and smell.

"Time to take you another step further on." he said.

I was led back to the table and tied down again.  This time on my
stomach.  My cock and balls hung down through an opening.  Mike took
the cord off my balls and freed my cock from the leather encasement.
The feeling almost made me cum.  My eyes were uncovered and for the
first time in hours I could see.

Mike was in some kind of leather posing strap and vest.  A small chain
ran between the rings of his nipples other than that he was as nude as
I was.  Tan all over and in complete control of the situation.  The
thought 'master of all he surveyed' came to mind as I feasted my eyes.

He placed my cock in a tube.  I felt some grease and a snug fit around
the base of my cock.  Then Mike turned on a switch and that thing on my
cock started to pump out the air and slide around on my cock at the
same time.  I was in heaven.  My cock had been hard for hours.  The
feeling was driving me crazy.  I started to yell and got ready to cum
with the most fantastic feeling I've ever had when the feeling stopped
and I felt a belt come down across my ass.  Again and again Mike laid
the belt on my burning ass.

"I told you not to cum until you're allowed too." he said.  "I'll teach
you to control yourself."  he placed a switch in my hand and walked
over to the door.  I could feel the tube starting to slid down my
cock.

"Hit the button," he said.

I pressed the button and immediately the sucking and sliding action
started on my cock again.   The wonderful feeling that made my cock get
bigger and harder.

"Press the button again," Mike said.  After the whiping I did not give
I a second thought but pressed again.  The feeling on my cock stopped.

"Now you know how to work it.  If you wait too long the jacker will
slip off. If you cum I'll see the results.  In either case you'll wish
you had never been born.  Do you understand me?"   He stood in the door
way with hands on hips and that bulging leather pouch.  "I'll be back
latter and see how well you carry out my instructions.  Then we'll see
about some more training."

"Yes, sir," I said and pushed the switch again to keep the jacker from
sliding down my cock.  The feeling returned and I was on my way to
cloud 9.  God I felt good.  I could not move much but all feeling was
centered on my cock.  I didn't want it to stop.  Then I remembered Mike
and what he said.  I turned off the jacker and took a deep breath.

Striped and in a leather harness, tied to a table, my cock stimulated
to the point of driving me crazy and knowing I dare not allow myself to
cum.   What had I gotten into and all the while loving it. I didn't
care.   I realized all I wanted was for Mike, my master to come back
and let me touch him.  To take me further along this path I had started
down.  The jacker was beginning to slide again so I turned it on and
felt my cock respond.

How long will my master be gone? What will he do if I do not follow his
instructions?  Will he let me lick his balls and cock?  Will I get out
of this in one piece?


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  *        PART II - "THE NEXT DAY" - ORIGINAL FICTION BY TERRY         *
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  As I wavered between sleep and consciousness, I was faintly aware of
  some discomfort.  It all blended into a dream like state, and I tried
  to drift back to sleep.  Then memories of the previous night started to
  slip in.  Was I in my own bed?  Had this all been a dream, or did it
  really happen?  When I figured out my arms were anchored over my head,
  and my legs were spread wide, the harsh reality swept over me like a
  cold wind.  I tried to look around, but the room was completely dark.
  Was it still nighttime?  As my body began to wake up, I could feel that
  my formerly tight ass hole felt sore and stretched.  My arms and legs
  were sore, especially my wrists.  It wasn't a dream...

  After just laying there for some time, I realized that part of my
  discomfort was due to having to take a nasty dump.  My gut ached, and I
  could feel the pressure at my worn hole.  I also had to piss again.  I
  called out.  "Tom, can you hear me?"  Was he asleep, was it even
  morning?  I continued to call out, my voice rough and groggy.  "I
  really have to use the bathroom!"  Finally I could hear footsteps.  He
  flipped on a light.  Tom stepped in wearing just a studded leather
  jock, and stood by the bed.  "Well, did my boy have a nice sleep?"  He
  questioned.

  "Yes... I think so... what time is it?"  I asked.

  "You let me worry about the time.  I thought you wanted to use the
  bathroom, or were you just trying to get my attention?"

  "No Sir, I mean yes Sir, please, Sir, I need to use it BAD!

  "You're not going to try something stupid are you?  There's nowhere for
  you to go, you're naked, I have your clothes, and a good bottom always
  keeps his word--you're mine for the weekend!"

  "Yes, Sir, I won't try to get away, if that's what you're worried
  about.  I just want to use the bathroom, and perhaps take a shower if
  that's alright..."

  "I think that can be arranged, but are you sure you're ready for MY
  bathroom?"  He had a nasty smile on his face.

  "I think so Sir, I just need it for a few minutes"  The pressure in my
  bladder and gut was killing me the more I thought about relief.  Still
  smiling, Tom reached down, and removed the cuffs from my wrists and
  ankles--it felt good. My cock was hard from having to piss so badly,
  and my body was stiff and sore.  He helped me get up.  Once I could
  balance on my own feet, he led me over to his toy area.  He selected a
  pair of heavy rubber wrist restraints and fastened them around my
  wrists.  I was confused.  "You just took the other cuffs off.  Why
  these?"  I questioned.I

  "You sure make a lot of fuss for a bottom!"  He replied.

  "It's just that I have to go bad and I can't if you tie me up!"

  "Just trust me, and shut up or I'll have to gag you again!"

  Next he fastened the cuffs together behind my back. He buckled a heavy
  rubber collar around my neck.  He opened a drawer, and I could see
  several black rubber items.  He selected what looked like a small hood.
  As he worked it over my head I figured out it was a half hood.  It
  covered my eyes, ears, and the back of my head, but my nose and mouth
  were left exposed.  Now I was in total darkness--panic set in with
  memories of the last night.

  He led me out of the playroom and down a hall that I bumped into
  several times.  We went down some stairs, which isn't easy when you're
  blindfolded.  Now I know what blind people have to go through!  I could
  feel cold air on my naked flesh, and I guessed we were in his basement.
  Did he have another playroom down here?  Worse, was it a dungeon?  He
  let go of me, and I waited.  Why all the rubber bondage gear?  What was
  wrong with the leather cuffs I was wearing?  As my still sleepy mind
  formed the thoughts, I felt a cold sweat break out over my skin.  Was
  he planning on water sports?  Was he going to piss on me, and who knows
  what else?  The pressure in my gut forced me to think about more
  immediate problems.  "Sir, I really have to use the bathroom, or I'm
  going to make a mess!"

  "You don't listen very well do you!  I told you to shut the fuck up!  I
  heard a door open, and felt a rush of warm air.  In a few moments, I
  felt a rubber ball being pressed against my mouth, I resisted.  "Open
  your damn mouth like a good little boy."  I tried to plead with him
  through clenched teeth.  He grabbed my sore nipple and twisted it, I
  screamed, and the ball gag popped in.  He fastened it around my head in
  a flash.  The straps were cutting into the edges of my mouth.  "There,
  now you can try to babble all you want!"  His voice sounded stern.

  He grabbed my hard cock, and pulled me forward, I moaned into the gag
  and followed.  He led me through a door into a much warmer area.  The
  floor felt like tile, and the place smelled of bleach.  It was quite
  warm.  I figured we were in the bathroom, and I could barely control
  myself.  Next, he was guiding me around, and then told me to sit down.
  I felt the familiar contact of a toilet seat and was relieved.  My cock
  was semi-hard and with my hands behind my back I couldn't push it
  between my legs.  I moaned into the gag, but Tom didn't respond.  I
  couldn't hold back any longer and let loose.  I was pissing all over my
  chest and lap, and I could hear it hit the floor, but it felt so good!
  The pent up load in my ass came next, and my hole felt raw from the
  night before, but it was great to empty my gut!

  I heard the sound of fans, and felt a cold draft.  I had finished, and
  I could smell my own piss all over my body.  Next I heard what sounded
  like a shower being turned on.  I thought of how nice it would be to
  take a shower right now.  My body was sticky with sweat, piss and
  grime.  I jumped when a stream of warm water splashed across my chest!
  I stood up and Tom grabbed one of my arms and pushed me a few steps
  away from the shitter.

  "I'll have to wash you down now that you made such a mess."  He
  directed the spray all over my body, and scrubbed my ass crack.  He
  turned the water off, and I was still warm, even though I was soaking
  wet.  He wiped me off with a towel and played with my cock until it was
  hard.  He guided me up against some kind of padded object that was
  about waist height.  I was pushed forward until I thought I would fall,
  but ended up with my gut supporting most of my weight on a padded
  surface.  A chain was clipped to my collar, so I could not lift my
  head.  Next, he attached cuffs around my ankles, and I could sense the
  familiar feel of the spreader bar between them.

  My heart sunk into my stomach when he pulled the half hood off.  We
  were in a fairly large room that looked like a cross between a small
  operating room and a giant shower.  The floor was covered in white
  tile, while the walls and ceiling were covered in a combination of tile
  and mirrored areas.  Soft red heat lamps were mounted all over the
  ceiling, and the room was bathed in a reddish warm light.  Tom was now
  completely naked, and his impressive cock and balls hung heavy between
  his legs.

  There was a toilet in one corner, and a large sink along one wall, but
  that's about all that was normal.  There was a shower area in the
  corner with four shower heads!  There was one regular one mounted near
  the corner on each wall, and two removable ones, each with a long hose.
  I could see in the mirrors that I was lying sideways across a bondage
  table similar to the one I had been tied to the night before, except it
  had a large pivot in the middle.  It was obvious that a person could be
  strapped in while standing up, then rotated so they were horizontal, or
  rotated further so they were upside down--their head down, and their
  ass high in the air!  My neck was chained to the bottom of the bench.
  I turned my head and could see enema equipment everywhere!

  There were huge colon tubes hanging on the walls, large stainless steel
  cans with tubes attached to the bottom, inflatable nozzles of all
  shapes and sizes, huge enema bags, butt plugs of all kinds, and tubes
  everywhere!  Near the foot of the bondage table, there was a floor
  drain.  There were also a few cabinets with who knows what in them!  I
  noticed a regular garden hose and faucet.  I hoped it was only for
  cleanup!  What had I gotten myself into?!

  "Do you like what you see?"  He was pulling down on my member, making
  it even harder.  I just moaned into the gag, not sure of what to do.
  "I said, do you like what you see!?"  He twisted hard on my cock, and I
  whimpered in pain.  I nodded my head yes. He walked to the sink, and
  started running water.  He pulled a large black enema bag down from the
  wall, and filled the bag to the top with water.  "This is a bit warm,
  and you might sweat a little, but we need to clean out that ass of
  yours!"  He walked around behind me, and I could see him hang the bag
  near the ceiling.  Next, he held the nozzle in front of my face and
  showed me the bulbous end.  "This will only help keep it in your ass.
  If you can't hold it all, I have other ways to keep it in."

  The nozzle was warm and smooth as he slid it up my ass.  I moaned into
  my gag.  I heard the clamp click open, and felt the first rush of air
  and liquid shoot into my ass.  It was hot!  The flow continued, and he
  was working the nozzle around in my ass.  After a bit, the cramps
  started, and I moaned into the gag.  "Getting full there?  This bag's
  not empty yet!"  I moaned again as the pain increased.  "Just be a good
  bottom and take some more..."

  My gut clenched up, and I heard a shot of water squirt out of my ass
  and hit the floor.  Tom started laughing, and he shut the clamp.  "Just
  can't hold very much yet, can you?"  Hold much!  Was he kidding, it
  felt like I had two gallons up my gut  He undid the neck chain, and led
  me back to the shitter.  He attached the short chain from my collar to
  an eye bolt just behind the toilet.  The water shot out of my ass with
  incredible force.  I thought it would never end!  Tom left the room,
  and I was alone for a long time.  After the final squirts from my ass,
  I tried to get up, but between the neck chain, my hands behind my back,
  and the spreader bar, I just couldn't do it.

  He returned, and led me over to the shower area, and attached a chain
  from each wall to my collar.  He attached a rubber strap to my balls,
  and tied it to a chain attached to the bench.  My balls were stretched
  away from the shower area, but my head was anchored in place.  My legs
  were still spread wide by the spreader bar, and I couldn't move without
  exerting painful pressure on my balls!  My cock was rock hard again.

  He turned on both controls and adjusted the upper heads to keep the
  spray off my face.  He began soaping my body, and running his hands
  over my firm pecs, arms, and ass.  He worked a finger up my hole, and
  played with it.  He soaped down my entire crotch region.  When he
  started rinsing with one of the removable shower heads, he adjusted it
  for a powerful pulsating stream.  He would occasionally direct strong
  blasts on my cock, stretched balls, or between my cheeks onto my tender
  hole.  Finally, he washed and rinsed my hair.  He dried me off with a
  towel, and unhooked my hands, removed the collar and unhooked my balls
  from the chain.

  "Now that your clean, we can have some REAL fun!"  He led me to the
  bondage table again, but this time he had me lie down on it, instead of
  over it.  He fastened my arms down to the table, and strapped my torso
  down with wide rubber straps.  My head was tipped back and strapped
  into a cutout at the end of the table.  I couldn't see him directly any
  more, only in the mirrors on the wall.  He removed the spreader bar,
  and attached my cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling.  I looked
  into the ceiling mirrors, and could see my naked form stretched out on
  the table.  My cock was arched up against my tight abs, and it looked
  bright red under the heat lamps.  I was scared, yet really turned-on!

  Tom moved to the side, and pulled a large pin out of the table.  He did
  the same on the other side, and I felt myself being lowered.  When my
  head was a few inches from the floor with my body at a 45 degree angle,
  he replaced the pins, and adjusted my legs so the chains held them
  straight up and wide apart.  My ass was exposed, and I could feel the
  heat from the lamps on my hole.  Tom tied my balls to a hook overhead,
  and I moaned in pain around the gag.  "Is my boy toy ready for another
  enema?"  I couldn't nod or anything.  "Perhaps if he can take it all,
  he'll get to suck on this as a reward!"  He stroked his large cock.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tom run steaming hot water
  into the black enema bag.  It looked way too hot to me and I began to
  panic.  I struggled against the bonds and moaned into the gag.  "What's
  the matter with you?"  Tom looked at me.  "Don't want another enema?
  Well you don't have any choice!"  With that, he hung the partially
  filled bag above me and left the room.  Good, I thought, perhaps he's
  going to let it cool down.

  When he returned, he had a 40 ounce bottle of Ranier Ale in his hand.
  He unscrewed the cap, and I heard the pressure escape.  "This is better
  than soap any day!  It has lot's of little bubbles that make things
  more interesting."  He poured the entire bottle into the bag above me.
  I had never had anything but plain water up my ass--this was going to
  be interesting!  At least the ale would cool the water down.

  He pulled one of the inflatable nozzles down from the wall.  After
  attaching two black bulbs, he blew up each balloon.  He held the thing
  down by my face, and I couldn't believe how large the balloons were!
  They must have been at least three or four inches across!  He let the
  air out until the balloons were only an inch or so in diameter, and I
  felt the thing at my hole.  After the thing was lodged up my ass, he
  started to blow it up.  He blew up each one until I thought my ass
  would burst!  It felt like what I had imagined a fist would feel like
  up my ass.

  He snapped some light tit clamps on my nipples, and let the hose clamp
  loose.  As the water/ale mixture filled my gut, I felt a warmth spread
  throughout my body.  I could also feel a stinging sensation in my ass.
  Was it the ale or the heat of the water?  Just as the cramps started,
  my head was buzzing from the ale.  I couldn't believe how fast I was
  getting drunk!  I was moaning into the gag, and he responded by
  stroking my cock, and rubbing my taut balls.  I was very close to
  shooting my load, when he stopped the stroking.  The stuff continued to
  fill my gut, and the cramps were getting unbearable.  I struggled
  against my bonds and screamed into the gag.

  He went to a cabinet and returned with an ace bandage.  He tied the
  bandage around my head under my nose and over my gag.  My cries grew
  more muffled as he wrapped several layers over my mouth.  Next he got a
  familiar brown bottle, and an eye dropper.  He dipped the dropper into
  the bottle and let one drop fall right below my nose onto the bandage.
  The amyl fumes quickly took me off into another world.  The pain of the
  enema turned to wild pleasure as he resumed playing with my cock.
  "How's my stud doing now?  Feeling better?  Only a little more to go
  and you'll have nearly a gallon up that ass of yours!"

  As the amyl wore off, I was again aware of the cramps and pressure.
  How long did I have to endure this?  The last of the mixture had long
  since run into my upturned ass, but he still continued to keep my cock
  on the edge of shooting its load.  My mind was fuzzy from the ale, and
  my body felt warm and flushed.  I could see in the mirrors that my gut
  was sticking out like a fat man's.  I tried to moan loudly, but the
  bandage stifled my cries.  Tom added another drop of amyl to the
  bandage, and disconnected the bag from the nozzle.  He lowered my legs,
  unhooked my balls, and tilted the table back to the horizontal
  position.  Through it, my mind was swimming in the popper haze, and
  combined with the ale, it was like I was off in another world.  The
  cramps died down, and I was only aware of the pressure in my gut.

  "Are you going to be a good little bottom if I remove your gag?"  I
  couldn't respond except by trying to say yes.  He started unwrapping
  the bandage from my head.  When the bandage was off, he unstrapped my
  head so he could unbuckle the gag.  "Thank you Sir!"  I said, straining
  from the pain in my tits, balls, and ass.  It felt good to be able to
  speak again.

  "I think you're learning!  How would you like a little of this?"  He
  was stroking his cock, and it was growing long and thick!  "Yes Sir!
  Please let me suck your cock!"  I was hot, and his cock looked so
  tempting.  He fastened my head back down over the end of the table, and
  rolled a rubber over his eight incher.  He held just the tip to my
  lips.  I reached out with my tongue and licked at the head.  "I hope
  you can keep your teeth off it!"

  "Yes Sir, I'll do my best!"  I resumed my tongue work.  He started to
  work the thing into my mouth, and I was surprised at how thick and
  massive it was!  He reached over my chest and started playing with the
  tit clamps.  It was all I could do at times to keep from biting down on
  his cock in pain.  He held the bottle near nose, and I inhaled deeply.
  I floated off again, looking at his balls only an inch or so from my
  face.  He twisted harder on my tits.  The whole thing went on for what
  seemed like forever!  After four or five hits of poppers, and with the
  ale in my gut, I was lost in another world.  Finally he shoved his cock
  deep into my throat making me choke and gag.  His whole body convulsed
  and I could feel the blasts of cum fill the rubber.  He pulled hard on
  my nipples and buried his crotch in my face.

  After he had pulled his cock out, and I had regained my breath, he
  spoke.  "Well, that wasn't bad for a novice!  How would you like to get
  rid of that load in your gut?"

  "Oh yes, Sir, please let me use the toilet again!  I enjoyed sucking
  your cock!"  My speech was slurred from the ale.

  "Well, if we let this one out, I'll just have to give you another..but
  if that's what you want well have to do something about that mouth of
  yours..."  He sounded sarcastic.

  He pulled a rubber hood down from the wall.  This one had a built in
  rubber gag.  He also had two foam ear plugs.  "Please Sir, don't do
  that to me again!"  I like to be able to see your hot body!"  I hoped I
  could convince him--I didn't want the hood.

  "You've seen enough for now..."

  He rolled up the ear plugs and inserted them in each ear.  Next he
  unstrapped my head, and worked the hood down over my wet hair.  He
  managed to get the gag between my teeth.  I could breath again when he
  arranged the nose hole properly.  Like the previous night, I was in a
  world of darkness and silence.  I felt the straps replaced over my
  forehead, and was worried he wasn't going to let me relieve myself
  after all.

  Next, I was aware of the table being tilted forward.  He adjusted my
  legs so that it felt like I was doubled up in a V shape.  My head and
  legs up, and my ass at the bottom.  Next, I felt the outer balloon
  shrinking, then the inner one.  Without even trying, a blast of water
  shot out of my ass even before the inner balloon was empty.  He was
  letting me dump all over the floor!  God it felt good to get rid of all
  that fluid!  After several minutes, he wiped my ass clean, and I felt
  the table being tilted again the other way.  Soon I had my ass in the
  air, with my head filling with blood.

  The next sensation was a large object penetrating my hole.  It was
  slippery, and he must have lubed it up.  It didn't know if it was a
  dildo or some kind of nozzle.  He fucked me with it and played with my
  cock until I was ready to shoot.  Then he stopped.  He left the object
  up my ass, but I felt nothing else.  Was he even still in the room? I
  strained to hear anything but couldn't.

  After a long while, I felt him pull whatever it was out of my ass, and
  I felt an even larger object replace it.  This was definitely a butt
  plug, and from the pain, it felt like one of the ones that was three
  inches across!  I screamed into the gag as the widest part slipped past
  my sphincter.  Next, I felt fluid filling my ass again--the butt plug
  must have also been a nozzle!  This time it was near body temperature,
  as I could barely feel it filling my gut.  The flow continued, and Tom
  started playing with my still hard cock and stretched balls.  When the
  cramps started, I moaned in pain, and felt something being placed on my
  face.  Soon the familiar odor entered my nostrils, and the cramps
  turned to pleasure once again as the amyl fumes filtered into my head.

  Long after I thought I couldn't hold another drop, I felt the flow
  stop, and Tom was doing something with the butt plug.  There was a
  pause, and then a paddle came down hard on my ass!  I screamed out in
  pain.  Again and again, he hit my ass, also hitting the butt plug!  He
  must have disconnected the hose, leaving some kind of fitting sticking
  out.  Each time he would hit me, I would sink a little further down in
  my bonds and feel the pull increase on my balls.  This was hell!  He
  would stop occasionally to apply another drop of amyl and stoke my
  cock.

  After several minutes of spanking, he started spanking me and stroking
  my cock at the same time!  Between the pain in my tits, my balls, my
  ass, and my gut, I was beside myself!  The poppers and buzz from the
  ale were keeping me floating high, and I became detached from the
  scene.  I could see my tight body strapped to the bench--head near the
  floor, and ass high in the air.  Tits clamped and tied off overhead...
  Balls stretched in their sac by a rubber strap, and pulled upward by a
  chain...  Legs straining and spread wide...  Ass exposed and bright red
  from the spanking...  Large butt plug stuffed up my hole holding a huge
  amount of water in my gut...  It was all too hot.

  He undid the nipple clamps, and I exploded!  I could feel my own cum
  splatter onto the hood!  I saw white flashes in the darkness, and my
  head was pounding with each heartbeat.  Each time my body would spasm
  in orgasm, the load in my ass would try to escape from around the giant
  plug.  I didn't know or care if I was leaking all over the floor.   I
  very nearly passed out from the mix of pleasure/pain!

  When things had calmed down, I felt table being rotated again.  When I
  was again doubled up in a "V", the plug was pulled from my ass.  I
  screamed into the hood when the wide part slipped free.  A gush
  followed, and my gut cramped as my ass emptied.  Tom unhooked my balls,
  and undid the strap around them.  He let my legs down, and undid the
  straps holding me to the table.  He helped my to my feet.  He removed
  the hood, and stood smiling at me.  "Well, are you ready for round
  three?"  He asked.

  "No Sir!  I'm wiped out!"  My head was still pounding.

  "Well, you like you could use a break, how about another shower?"

  "Yes, that would be great!"  I stood there smiling, still not quite
  aware of all my surroundings.

  He went over and turned on all four shower heads.  He invited me to
  join him.  He massaged my back and shoulders as the warm spray tingled
  on my body.  He soaped my back, chest, ass, and crotch and washed each
  area.  I dipped my head into the spray, and got my hair wet again.
  After a nice long shower, I felt much better.  "How about some dinner?"
  He was smiling again.

  "You mean it's dinner time?"  I had really lost track of time!  What
  time did I wake up?  How long had I been in here?  This was weird!

  "What time is it?"  I asked hoping for an answer.

  "Oh...I guess around six...You up for some food?"

  "Sure!  I was suddenly hungry both from not eating and from the enemas
  having cleaned me out.

  He led me out of the "bathroom" and upstairs into his kitchen.  It was
  a nice house, and it was obvious that this guy had a decent income.  I
  had a seat while he worked in the kitchen.  "Well, after we eat, it's
  up to you if you want to stay the night again.  Believe me, I
  understand if you'd rather I take you back to your car tonight.  But if
  you stay, be prepared for more of the same tomorrow!"  He had a serious
  expression on his face.

  I thought about it.  I was tired, and very sore.  I didn't know if my
  ass and body could take anymore abuse for a while.  I finally asked:
  "Could I go back in the morning?"

  "I think that can be arranged, but you'll have to sleep like you did
  last night..."

  This guy didn't play games.  He was really into bondage, and it was
  obvious he didn't want a casual relationship.  I didn't really want to
  go anywhere tonight, so I figured why not?  "Sure, I'll go for that!"
  I replied, trying to sound confident.

  "Good, perhaps we can have a little fun after dinner..."  He had that
  smile on his face again...

  THE END OF PART II - THE NEXT DAY - BY TERRY

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