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There was an eerie haze all around me. It was as if all or part of me was in a deep, thick fog. I was feeling the dampness all over my body. I, but for a second, thought I was on some horror movie set; waiting for the "un-dead". What I didn't know was, what was going on, what was happening to my mind. I knew where I was supposed to be, what was supposed to happening to me; but this was seemingly all to real. I didn't feel the air moving at all. I was still encased in a warm feeling. The hands from somewhere, perhaps one of the "un-dead" was starting to touch my body. In a less than startled condition, I slowly came back to reality. I had two pairs of hands roaming the body, but now my body just seemed like " THE BODY"; not mine at all. I stirred more and more as the hands worked their magic. Playing with the nipple rings, nose rings and earrings. I was getting an erection rather fast. I didn't care anymore, who saw it, who touched it. God it was great. Hands held the now re-shaped thing, and it didn't hurt at all. A firm squeeze worked a miracle and now, presto, the erection was history. Damn. I felt the leather thongs being crudely being removed from each of the balls, which were once mine as well. Although bound tight from day one, they felt no worse for wear and the sudden increase in blood flow was a welcome relief. Cautiously
the spiked cinch band was removed as well, but not before the nads had the opportunity to feel their devilish design. Coolness settled in all around the thing and nads. I was getting another shave. But, the shave was quite welcome, as when the hands were moving about I could feel the dreaded stubble. I was expecting a body shave, but I guessed wrong. I only got the "fun spots" smoothed. The body was un-ceremoniously released from the bonds, which had been holding it in this position since last night or whenever. A nudge and I instinctively knew they wanted me off the mat. I assumed the proper, normal position. Thirsty and hungry (starving) I trudge forward. I received a slap on the butt and knew immediately that I was to move. I kept going until I got the stop signal; which was a sudden yank on an ear. I knew what was next. My daily hole washing. But, what had failed my mind was the removal of the butt plug. Once I had felt the hands on the plug's base, I instinctively became rigid. Expecting the sudden pain of flesh and muscles being stretched. None of that happened. Only a slight pulling sensation and the plug was out. Was the body changing so much that it didn't object anymore, or was the mind just accepting. All or in part is my new life's reality. Another surprise. I didn't get my hole cleaned. What the heck was going on. Not for me to worry about. The hole wasn't mind to care for, care about. But, what I did worry about was the instant pain on the ass. Crack, over and over again; I was getting my daily dose of ass whipping. As suddenly as it had started, it seemed to stop. A tug on both ears let me know that I was to follow in the direction of the tugging and move once again. I moved quite fast until I bumped into something wooden in feel and smell. The wood was just below my neck and yet above the nipples. My head was raised only a fraction of an inch then released. I couldn 't lower my head at all, as this same wood was holding it from doing so. Next each wrist was placed upon the wood and I now felt the grooves hold the wrist and head in place. Another identical piece of wood was placed on the back of the neck and wrist. I was being bound to a stock of some sort. Not being able to use the basic senses, I assumed that the top part was locked firmly to the bottom part. I couldn't move at all. By the soft feel of the hands rubbing gently on my back, I knew they belonged to Cody. I wanted so much to look into his eyes, to see how he looked when he was being gentle. Hell, I wanted to see Master. I had yet to see what he looked like and only had gotten a vague description of Him from Cody. The softness was replaced by a sadistic harshness. My back was getting it's first lashing. I seemed like hours that the back took the onslaught of the lash. I knew the lashing had not come from Cody. As he can be a bit rough, I knew he couldn't be doing this. A different feeling was brought to bear on my ass once again. The stinging was coming from something other than leather. Oh shit, I was getting my ass paddled. And the paddle was none to light or small. Once the paddling had stopped, a nice ointment was lightly rubbed into my skin. The butt cheeks felt so good. Whatever ointment was being used made my ass
feel like it was just numb. There were no lasting effects of the paddling, but I could still vividly feel the heat rising from the lashing the back had gotten. Ahhh, I finally was getting my hole cleaned out. How wonderful a feeling is it, when warm water enters the body. I could handle this feeling a lot more, and that's no bull. As soon as the cleaning had been completed, I unfortunately, expected the morning meal and water. I knelt there trying to maintain patience. My stomach was growling like a male dog in the throws of sex. I could feel the air floating around my hole. I more so could feel the copious amounts of air going and entering the hole. Just how big had the hole gotten with all these butt plugs? All I knew was I could feel a lot of air there, not anything like when I was in the other world. I would give anything right now to be able to hear something, someone. That sense didn't return anytime soon. The mouth gag was removed, thank goodness. A warm air flowed underneath my nose followed by a smell. Food, heavenly food. Who cares what it was, I didn't give a crap. I just wanted to eat. But, with my head and wrist in stocks just how could I eat. Not to worry. Master or Cody had placed the food dish on something, which placed it right under my chin. I savagely attacked the meal. Food dish being now empty, I felt the familiar fingers cleaning off my face. And like before I got to lick them clean. It was finally, while licking and sucking the fingers clean that it came to me what the food was. I had been feed a dish of perfectly prepared oatmeal with bits of nuts, cinnamon and raisins. No that kind of nut. The nuts that come from trees. J . Then came my water bowl, but water was absent. In place of the water was cool piss. Not tasting like Masters or Cody's; so it must have been mine from the time I spent sleeping. I lapped it up and that taste remained in my mind longer than it remained in my mouth. My mind was registering more now than the few human senses that I had left. After the bowl was removed from below me, I remained kneeling; steady yet feeling the hardness of the floor starting to wear on the knees. I exercised my mouth and jaw muscles every second I had. One could never tell when I would be getting the mouth filled with something. In this position I knew I wasn't going to be getting the taste of cock and the salty golden nectar of Master or Cody. That at the moment was a bit disheartening. I felt something (s) being laid on my back. The first most noticeable was something long and smooth. Whatever it was, was placed from my tailbone up along
my spine. It was somewhere between 14 to 16 inches long. The object was none to skinny either. The next object I felt was a lot shorter. It was laid out across my back just below the shoulder blades. Fat and thick, yes, long, no. The cold Crisco log touched the hole and for a moment I thought it was just sucked right in, sort of like a Hoover WindTunnel vacuum. The longest object was taken from my back and placed at the entrance to the hole. Yikes, a horse sized dildo. Fuck me all to hell. The dildo was pushed gently into the body, which, with intention it pushed the frozen log in further. Out comes this " latex tree" and another log is put inside. This procedure went on until four logs had be ceremoniously been inserted into the body. Now I must mention that if one were to measure one of these logs, you would see that each is 4.25" long. Talk about feeling full to the brim. I was anticipating the return of the butt plug, but that never happened, at least not for the moment. The hole was left uncovered, so to speak, as the logs were beginning to soften and soon to turn semi liquid. I never felt the dildo return to my exposed vulnerable back. The remaining item that they had laid on my back was removed. Those soft fingers of Cody began to grip and squeeze my mouth. He rubbed this marvel of latex over my lips and cheek. This thing was thick, as one could compare this size to the bottom of a bottle of ketchup. It gave the feeling of being a little
tapered at on end but I never felt the opposite end as Cody was holding that. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and in an instant Cody rammed the damn thing into my mouth. He pushed it so fast, hard and deep that I gagged. I struggled for air. Over and over again Cody abused my mouth like this. Cody could not be doing this on his own volition. He could not be doing this without being commanded by Master to do so. The body shuddered over and over again with each thrust, with each gag reflex until I finally hurled my morning meal all over the floor beneath me. Eternity ended as this wonderful image made its way past my gag point, and lodged in my throat. I felt a large piece or pieces of duct tape being used to keep it in place. The tape was placed on each side of the plug. When I inhaled, I got a bit of air from the center of this long, soft, biteable image. I tried not to breath this way, because I figured that this was not `normal'. Ok, enough already. Let's make it outside and get some sun, tan up a bit. Not to be. Well then, let me out of this stock so I can get off the knees. Forget it. The dildo that had pushed the Crisco inside me was played into my hole just an inch or two. Thank goodness. I could feel the damn thing just hanging down, like a tail of sorts. My left ankle cuff was affixed with a chain, my left knee was lifted by hand (s) and pulled further away from the centerline of the
body. The ankle cuff was then raised up, being forced towards my butt. Someone seemed to be forcing the ankle towards the butt as firmly as he could. A leather strap was placed on the lower leg, apart from the cuff. This strap was attached to the upper thigh area. In essence, my knee was the only thing touching the ground. The chain was then attached to the large ring on my neck collar. The other ankle and leg with likewise done. This, believe me, is not any position I wanted to be in. Not on this hard floor any way. I commanded my mind to think of something good versus the pain on my knees. Back at my head, someone had place heavy weights to my already heavy earrings. I could feel something sliding ever so wonderfully over my thing. What ever it was, it didn't carry an odor. My comparison I could tell that Mater was the one coating the thing with this greasy sort of substance. More weights, this time on the nipple rings. Now this smarted for sure. Well, for a short time anyway, until the mind took over and went into `pain control'. A rough feeling rope or cord was wrapped around my sac as the nads were being secluded in the bottom. The freestanding end of rope was pulled back between my legs and firmly attached to something; stretching the nad bag quite nicely. In like manner a rope was attached to my snout ring and firmly pulled forward, leaving my head in a quandary. The loose end of the dildo was raised and from there I am not sure what the hell was going on. In a short time, I found out. The dildo was twisting in circles and slowly entering my ass. Not painful at all, but a little nerve wracking. What was happening was, the end of the dildo was attached so some sort of machine the turned the dildo and slowed moved it into my body. How exciting
was this. I could feel the dildo mixing with the ever-thawing ass logs. Now this is fucking erotic. God it was a total turn on. If I had been out in my former world, I would have been screaming fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder. Not to let this feeling get the best of me, I felt some object sliding over my thing; all the way to the body. Then came the feeling that I was getting hooked up to a cow milking machine. The feelings and thoughts were not far wrong. I had been fitted with one of those ultra expensive milking-masturbation machines. Hell fire and brimstone I was mentally taking myself into sexual heaven. Fucked and sucked at the same time, without the use of humans. Now then, let me say, seconds later I was pumped and sucked dry. And I mean dry. If there was any more seed in the body, I sure didn't know where it was hiding. But, the machine just kept on doing its thing. I noticed with interest, the machine would rapidly increase both in vacuum pressure and in masturbation speed then return to yet some other slower rhythm. Returning to earth, I also understood that the dildo in my ass had a mind of its own as well. Not only was it turning and slowing going into my ass, but also the darn thing was fucking my ass as it was continuing the journey up my, once, `love tunnel'. This brought concern to mind, as I wondered how long Master was going to let all this continue. A few twists and turns at the gag in my mouth and presto, I was swallowing hot piss. I can only assume that the owner (s) of this wonderful treat were Master and Cody. With the gag so far down my throat I didn't really have to even try and swallow. My stomach was happy once again. But, I was still a bit hungry, since I had tossed my meal earlier. I would have eaten it off the floor I had been commanded to do so. Unfortunately, it must have been hosed down a drain. No more hands touching or using/abusing the body. Only the dildo in my hole and that milker on my thing. With everything settling down, the amount of weights on my rings and the ropes on the others was getting a bit nerve wracking. I had the notion that I was in this position for some time to come. My intuitions were indeed correct. Every time I moved a part of me, something hurt. Move my head and the nose ring gave me an instant reminder. Move my knees and my head was yanked. And so it went, and went and went. I had survived this morning without hearing, unlike the other day. And, it seemed like Master had spent a whole lot more time today, than before. But, as time progressed, my ass was filling rapidly and now was quite sore. Not to mention the length of the damn dildo and the grease packed hole.What had I done to deserve this. Is this what the mean by being " fucked to death". I could not help to move while trying to avoid the invasion, but each movement brought some form of discomfort or agony. The one time that the ass fucking machine stopped, and my mind went to the machine stroking my, now intensely, sore thing.. I wished I could describe what "eternity" really felt like, but my mind turned to sort of a mush. I did all I could not to move and allow the savage attack on my most intimate parts. At least they were intimate until I came to Ft. Lauderdale. Just about the time I was wishing for somebody to shoot me dead, all the abuse abruptly ended. I broke down. Both physically and mentally. My mind had been conquered and my body was no longer mine, either. The reality of the whole thing was that Master now owned me and Cody was a co-conspirator The dildo was caringly removed from the body as well was the milker The next act of kindness came when the weights were removed along with the ropes. By now I wasn't even sure where I was. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I was in the same place where I had woken up. But for now, for now, I didn't give a rats ass. The pain had ceased. The earplugs, surprisingly, were removed. The sound of angels entered my mind, or what was left of it. A gentle kiss on top of the head told me that Cody was here. Cody came to save me. Cody would set me free. No word or words from Cody. Why? I never found out till later in the day. Just being able to hear some sort of sound had to suffice for the time being. I heard the click of metal on metal and then my body was free of the stocks. I was hoping that my legs would be let down, back to normal; but this was not
to be the case. I was turned around, relocated, then got another enema. This time the cleaning seemed to be a lot more forceful than any others. I was getting used to them anyway, so I just gave in to them. Clean away, rinse away, clean again. Over and over. I got a wonderful bathing next. Cody was not missing an inch of the body. Warm, soapy water was a sheer delight. Then, starting from my head he began shaving the entire body. When he got down to my thing and nads he put lotion on them, which made them feel like new again. Not new new, but you know, like they hadn't been milked all morning. The most amazing part of the bath was the warm water and his tender touch when it came time to wash around my hole. Sensitive, in deed it was. I could tell that my hole seemed to have grown `lips'
or something. The entire area he was cleaning was super sensitive. Not being stupid, I just figured out the hole might of puffed up due to the abuse of the morning. Once that part of me was shaved and washed, Cody aided me as I now had to get on my back. Yeah , right? With my legs in this new position it was near impossible. But, anguish as I may, I got there with his help. He placed a foam sort of something under my head and that sure did feel better than the hard floor. Cody shaved and washed the front side of me and then cleaned up the area. I could hear him washing things, cupboard doors open and close. I heard the water from a hose rinsing of the floor. He came back to me, and I could tell he was close. Really close. He was sitting, yes sitting right along side of me. I could smell him, the sweet smell of a man, not a slave, not a sadist, but the scent of his being a man. God, that was beautiful. Cody didn't even have to lean in to talk to me. Mind you, he talked to me, not with me. I learned that it was well past lunchtime. Odd, I didn't feel hungry at the moment. He told me that we had much more to do before Master came home. Listening to him talk, I figured out that I had slept for nearly 24 hours, before this last round of abuse began. I guess I shouldn't call it abuse any more either. According to the questionnaire I had filled out, this all fell into the I want, I need, I desire category. Go figure, I never saw any questions asking if I wanted to get mechanically fucked to near death conditions. Without hiding his emotions, Cody told me that a visitor would be arriving shortly. The visitor had some work to do with me, and all had to be done well ahead of Masters arrival. Ok, whatever. Now let's eat, Without as much as a word, Cody fumbled around with my mouth gag and pissed once again down my throat, followed bythe reconnection of the tubing from my thing to my mouth hole. The air changed to a cool breeze again, the visitor must be here I thought; as the earplugs were once more put back into place.