I wished that I could remember everything that happened to my body, once I had passed out from the pain. I was only told of what many men did with me, versus feeling everything. Nonetheless, what ever took place is `history', so they say. I will try to relate, to you, what they told me happened; if there is time.
I only know that when I started coming back to my senses, I knew something was hugely different. Heck, I could hear voices and noises. That was a huge surprise! What I felt though was really different to anything I had ever felt. After a minute or two I figured out that I was lying on a bed of straw. Soft yet itchy.
"How are you doing, you feeling ok?" a voice asked. I took the voice to be that of Cody. I semi-nodded my head indicating that I was at least alive, perhaps not all that well. I was laying on my side with my knees drawn up a little, and my open mouth was beginning to fill with bits and pieces of the straw. Someone came forward and raised my head and shoulders, as someone else was moving my body so that I was on my back. Who ever was re-arranging my body, made sure that my legs were kept bent at the knees and widely spread. The person controlling my head placed my shoulders firmly in his lap. He began to clean my head, gently removing some of the straw, which had clung on due to my sweating. Fingers slowly began twisting the screws on the mouth spreader. Although the spreader was not removed, the lesser tension on my jaw was a needed relief. "I'm going to spray your mouth with cool water, so don't get rattled. AND don't forget to swallow the best you can." Now I knew that this voice was belonging to Trey. The cool water felt like a blessing from heaven. The gentle cool spray inside my mouth was better than giving a condemned man his last meal. Trey, took a couple of fingers and raised my lips as far as he could and sprayed my gums as well. He took out any and all straw that he could get his fingers on. He sprayed a lot of water over the tongue brace so some of it would go between that and my tongue. " I really do love seeing you with this mouth brace on. It is such a marvelous piece of equipment." Trey said. My response to that would have been `fuck you'.
My mind was slowly and steadily getting back to reality. I could feel all of my skin now. I could feel all of my body rings. I knew that my hole had been worked until somebody was satisfied. I knew that all my limbs were working and that nobody had cut anything off. Trey continued spray inside my mouth while Cody was washing my body. I heard other voices, but they seemed to be a little distant. There were some nice and not so nice words exchanged between my two caregivers. I hoped, once again, that they would not get to worked up with each other. " Good to see boy' awake and doing so well' my Master bellowed. His voice caught the other two off guard and they went silent in a hurry. "Let me have a look see, and check our boy' out for a minute, please." Master moved my limbs, my lips and my knees to take a look. "Cody, I think you have neglected something." Master said with sternness in His voice. "Sorry Sir" Cody sheepishly said. Without seeing, I knew what it was. Cody had left my side and had gotten on his knees in front of Master. Master was making those little moans and noises, which some guys make when they are getting their dick worshiped. While the two of them were doing their thing, Trey took over the job of washing me off. I sort of figured out that Master had heard the chatter between the two of them and only came in to run interference. By making Cody give oral gratification to Masters cock, told Trey that Master was siding with him on this instance. I was beginning to feel that I was the pawn in the middle of a `jealousy' feud. I sure don't need to be thinking of that during my weekends, that is for certain! Master told Trey that it was way past feeding time, and for him to get my meal prepared and then to feed me. Gently he laid my head down and left. I could hear Master and Cody; they were both still locked up in the throws of passion. A passion each had for the other. I guess Trey has already seen Cody bring pleasure to Master, although I'm sure from the feeling I got from his lap, the sight still brought his cock to an erect state. I don't feel that there are any bad feelings just because of the relationship Master has with Cody. I mean, after all, they were together way before Trey entered the picture.
Trey returned with my meal, and both Master and Cody were still doing their thing. Trey, again, sat down and had my shoulders in his lap. I sure wished he
wasn't wearing clothes! He had me push down with my elbows so that my head was elevated; then he put that feeding thing in my mouth and squeezed my meal down into me. I didn't gag as much this time. I knew what to expect. Smart me. My stomach soon filled, and I felt satisfied; but Trey kept on shoving the mush down my throat. I got the feeling, sort of like, when you eat to much and you need to scurry off fast to the bathroom. He completed his task shortly after I started having those potty urges. He then told me to slowly get myself into my normal position.
With a lot of hesitation, I moved, negotiated, my body into the correct posture. Trey rapidly placed heaps of straw between my outstretched knees. Smart move on his part, to say the least. No sooner than he was done, my bowels let loose. Oh baby! What a relief that was. What I didn't know was, he had been told to put something `special' in this meal so that I would empty out immediately. No discomfort, no cramps; just one hell of a healthy dump. Grease logs and whatever was soon heaped upon the bed of straw. As fast as he had put the straw down, he had shoveled it all back up and carted it away. Trey sure is getting a heck of a lot of training these past 6 or 7 days, I thought.
With my own noises, I failed to hear the ending to Masters pleasures. Oh well! Trey cleaned off my backside and returned to my head. I could tell that he was now kneeling in front of me. I thought perhaps he wanted servicing from my mouth hole. Instead, his cock was soft and he just laid it on my tongue plate and let his piss gush down my throat. "That should keep you satisfied for a while" he said.
I began to hear slaps' on butts. I heard orders being given, to both slaves and the other boys'. Before long, someone put a leash on my collar and led me out of this area. I too got a few hand slaps on my ass, as we went to a different part of the stable. My walk wasn't long at all. From the straw covered floor to a hard surface. I bumped into bare arms and legs along the way. Were these slaves or boys', I wondered? No need to wonder long. My trainer tugged strongly on the leash as another voice told US to step up onto our platforms. The step up' was not a big one, which was helpful. Hands were soon busy getting me prepared for the next road of my journey. My wrists were again fastened to this platform. My ankles were brought up and fastened to my thighs (shit, damn) and then they took my knees and spread them out but the spread didn't seem to wide, or at least not as wide as they had done times before. Perhaps the platform I was on was not as big or wide as Masters'. I was assuming that the others were getting the same treatment as I was; if in fact they were being trained like myself. I heard a loud sort of `metallic' sound. I was coming closer with each breath I took. Whatever it was, was now directly in front of me. The next feeling I got was this metal thing pressing up against my shoulders, and before they were done two vertical bars were pressed either side of my neck. What was going on? What now? This is all so new to me that I couldn't think; I couldn't even imagine what was going on.
It didn't take long to find out. First, they re-attached the weights to my nipples but I honestly think they were heavier than the first ones; perhaps it was just the soreness. A leather strap was tied to my snout ring and then tied off above my head. My earrings were done with weights again, also. Someone was working my plumbing so that it now flowed, with great relief, into a container or someone's mouth; don't' know, don't care. In like manner weights hung my both of my dick rings. I thought for a moment that this was sort of like the last day, of last weekend. How wrong was I!
"OK! Everybody listen up" a new voice bellowed. " It has been brought to MY attention, that some of you are either complaining, or wanting to see the ` boys' treated equal. Let ME tell YOU, that this is not always going to happen.
AND I have the strongest feeling that all this crap is coming from the bed slaves via their masters. This sort of trash thinking SHALL cease as of now!!"
Holy shit this master is pissed off. God help us all!
NOTE: Perhaps here is a good place to let the reader know about these masters, including my Master. Over the past several years they all got together, with like interest in slaves and `boys'. But the main reason they got together will surprise you, indeed. Well, to keep it as short as possible . Years ago master Ron, the shrink, came to the conclusion that older gay men didn't have a special place to retire, to live with assistance or even have a nursing home of their own. He put himself in heavy debt, at first, to purchase a large retirement facility. Through residents moving out or passing on, the place was soon filling up with just gay males. How cool is this?!!!! Now, with the help of trade journals, etc., master Ron located the other five masters; each with a different specialty. So now, besides each having their own private practice, they each own a part of these retirement facility. The older gay men have a great community. And if one needs assistance, there is always somebody there to help them. If one needs to be placed in the nursing home wing, there are plenty of qualified aides there to help them. Yes, I know what you are thinking. Indeed all the paid staff is gay. Yes all the staff is male. And, which is a treat for them all, is when the slaves go to visit with them once or twice a month. 215 happy campers for sure. Ok back to my training, least you get bored.
"Just so everyone will be on an even keel here, I order that all the head coverings be removed from these boys'". In a flash I could see again. But, I was too scared to move my eyes. I couldn't move my head, that was for sure. The bars next to my head were preventing me from looking to far on either side of me. I did see the boys' on each side of me, but not the one furtherest from me. What we were in was a modified cow thing that they use on farms. Holy cow pies! You know, what they put a cow in when they get milk from it. I was the only one with a snout ring. The boy' to my right was looking petrified. I don't know if he was scared or just shocked at seeing me for the first time. Neither of the two had a mouth retainer like I had, but the boy' on my left had the longest tongue. Maybe due to the two rings on his tongue or the weights hanging from them, I don't know. The three of us appeared to be around the same age, or perhaps they were a little younger than me.
"Alright you faggots load them `boys' up and be quick about it." Shivers went through me again. Grease log after grease log was shoved mercilessly into my hole. By the way the logs were going in, I knew neither Cody nor Trey would be so mean to my body and that it had to be another slave. The heavy steel sac stretcher was swinging so much that my nads were getting slapped by it.
"Since all of the boys' have testicles (still), we have decided that they should all look alike, at least for today. Although one of the boys' has a special weight attached to his scrotum, all four of them shall have look-a-like sacs. BULL SACS!! What they are going to go through will be long and painful. BUT you faggots are to blame for their pain and suffering. That is with the exception of mister Trey. He has not spoken a word out of place. He and only he is not to blame here, this day, this time. YOU SLAVES are totally at fault now! AND when we get the `boys' set for the night, each master is going to take a slave other than his own and severely punish him." Good god almighty, have things gotten out of control today or what? Jesus Mary and Joseph!!
There was dead silence in the stables. Hell you couldn't even hear the wind. You could only feel the heat of the moment. If I had been smart, I would of ventured a look to either side of me to see if the others were sweating as much as me. I heard footsteps going away from us. Still deathly quiet. The steps soon came back, inching themselves right in front of each `boy'. In front of me was a different master. NO! This couldn't be happening to me. Where is my Master? Where is Trey and Cody? I held back nothing as the tears flowed and weak sobs came out of my mouth hole.
"Now then, let me explain to all here, what is going to happen next." The voice still mad, mean, upset barked out. "All FOUR `boys' are going to have their scrotums stretched. Some of the stretching will leave lasting results. BULL BALLS! I only hope that all four scrotums stay large. This will truly be a
defining moment in their lives, and yours as well. Slaves that have the privilege of living with a boy' should never ever speak ill about what the boy' must endure. What each master desires and wants is his business. But, since you slaves have talked amongst yourselves and desire to see an equal ` training', SO BE IT! I will be so pleased to inflict pain and suffering on a slaves body tonight. Learn the lesson well, slaves!" Whew, I'm not sure who is going to get the worst of the deal. Them, or us but assured none of us will escape without pain.
Speech completed, I saw Trey walk past me pushing one of those medical poles that nurses hang IV bags from. Back and forth he went, each `boy' getting a pole left next to his head. The last time Trey went past me he was totting a Styrofoam cooler. Each master reached into the cooler and brought out two clear bags. When the master in front of me took out the two bags, I knew I was in deep shit. He hung the bags on the pole. Trey next delivered each master a tray wrapped in that hospital stuff with sterile markings on it. The master in front of me proceeded to move to my butt.
Cold liquid was being applied to my sac. My nads wanted to shrink and hide but the heavy stretcher prevented their escaping. "None of the `boys' shall receive numbing medication nor will they be getting pain killers the remainder of the day" shouted the master. That said, I felt a sharp needle stick. Master had stuck me just below the scrotum weight. He then untied my nads so that they hung together instead of being separated. He attached vinyl clear tubing to the needle and then moved back to my head. The loose end of the tubing was connected to the first bag of liquid. If I had to guess, I would say that each bag contained about a quart of liquid. When the master knew that each other master had completed his or her connections, he spoke once again.
"Alrighty then. Each boy' is going to receive an infusion of saline into his scrotum. The solution in these bags has been chilled to near freezing, which will cause torturous pain. The solution will be administered slowly into each boy'. The goal here shall be to see which scrotum stretches the fartherest and the quickest. In their positions, it could be possible to see the scrotum touch the platform. IN FACT, we shall continue the training until one of the boys' sac indeed does touch his platform. Besides the cold causing pain, the sheer weight of the solution will also cause each boy' to sooner or later begin to scream his lungs out. The one `boy' with a mouth spreader shall be allowed to keep his spreader in place, as that is the wish of his Master. When the first bag is empty, the second bag will be used. This will go on until the goal is met. NOW SINCE THERE ARE NO QUESTIONS, LET US BEGIN!!
The air inside the tube was released and the liquid started to flow. The first couple of drops told me that the master told the truth. My nads wanted to run away and hide but the sac weight kept them in place, taking the cold. The boy' at the end, started crying and begging for this to stop. Instead of him getting slapped for speaking out, theboys' true master sought out his slave and slapped the slave hard across the face. So the slave was going to receive the discipline for the boy'. A fitting punishment for speaking ill of the boys' I thought.
Shock is all I can say with what occurred next. Mirrors were placed in front of each boy'. This was the first time I had seen myself in almost two weeks. It was the first time I had seen a hairless and decorated me. I almost didn' t know who I was looking at. "Now then, each boy' can be witness to his own transformation." Master Nathan said, in sort of sarcastic way. End of Part Seventeen
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