I was never so glad that this day was coming to an end. I was beginning to think that with all these masters and slaves around that the entire weekend would have been non-stop'. My only concern (worry) was that Trey was in the room with Cory and myself. I had wanted to only hear, smell, and feel Cory and no one else. The surprise of having Trey here for the weekend made me nervous and a bit terrified. The two of them finally got me all unhooked, unstraped from the training bench. Cory told me to slowly, very slowly let my legs down to the ground and begin to back off and away from the bench. With my new' hands this was not the easiest thing to do, as I couldn't use my fingers to assist me. The skin on my back and butt ached, as the skin seemed to stretch every time I even more an inch. My mouth was so sore from the steel gag and the dildo rape that I found it best to just keep my mouth closed, for now. Once I had gotten myself to the ground, I knew to maintain the proper position. My nipples hadn't been affected by all the training (yet), were constantly being stretched by the weight of the new gigantic' nipple rings. Pain was not a factor with dealing with the nipples for now. The rings just hung straight down as they were intended to. My cock felt the largest amount of discomfort. With the two rings dangling from the head, the rings really swayed with even the slightest movement. Having two rings is something that I will never understand. But since now my dickhead was split into two sides the rings must seem appropriate to Master. There was nothing at present connected to my catheter, which I again was thankful. More thankful that I couldn't feel if any piss was coming out. Not to have control over your bladder, in this way, is really good. At least I never had to mention if I needed to piss. Pissing was automatic', compliments of my Master. My legs, long since, had stopped cramping. They were still attached via the ankle cuff to my upper thigh. With the knees incased in the soft material, I was able to withstand the weight of the body a heck of a lot better. I was great to still be able to wiggle my toes. At least I hadn't lost that part during my transformation. Any way, Trey was the first to speak again. "Well Cory, what do you normally
do with him now?" How nice, I have gone from my worldly name to boy' and now this skinny fucker has added him'. I could shit on his face right about now, but I know that would not be a proper thing for me to do; especially since Trey thinks he wants to be a master. Oh well, I suppose all could be worse. I think, the fact that Trey is here is what is upsetting to me, not the fact that he is a top'. Perhaps what is making me mad, is that I wished I had known about Trey long before now. " Well, first we' have to get him cleaned up, Master likes us all to be squeaky clean." Cody said. Cody continued his dialog with Trey. "We need to remove his new hands, his knee covers, but still leave his eyes covered. After his bath, we need to clean his piercings well and apply anti-biotic ointment to each ring. Boy' is going to have a bitch of a time learning to eat with that new nose ring hanging down so far". Trey laughed saying, "bitch is about the right word for him, after what his fucking ass and mouth have taken tonight." Cory replied, " boy is not a bitch, and never will be. Boy will always be boy' and not a bitch." One must learn not only to teach and train his slave or boy' but to properly care for him 24/7. Use and abuse, without proper care will only make a masters life miserable. So much can happen without proper care. The worst thing is his mental attitude towards the master and any others." This is getting good! Cory sounds like he is on a roll. Go Cory! Preacher man Cory! Trey, the arrogant bastard, needs pay attention to all of this. But then, Trey never paid much attention to, or care, for anything. His parents saw to that by showering him with anything and everything he ever wanted or needed. I think, they used to say, "born with a golden spoon in his mouth" if memory serves correctly. Control myself. I was smiling and laughing inside, and hurting on the outside. "Trey, you must learn to do everything you see me do. You may not have a slave to help you and if you only have one, then a lot of things you must do yourself. A true master must know and learn, so that he can also become a teacher in future times. So let's get boy' ready for a warm soapy bathing. You can get the water into the pail and put in a little liquid soap. I'll get his attachments off of him. I wiggled and stretched my fingers and I don't think I stopped doing that until the bath was over with. Not having my collar on seemed so weird. Not normal. The water and soap combination felt so good, until it got on my back. I muttered out a small sound and my eyes watered up with tears. I knew I had to endure this, just as Cory knew that he had to complete this task. Both of them continued the cleaning, from my finger tips on down to the tips of my toes. Cleaning my ass lips was no easy thing for me to endure. After all the clothespins and fists my asshole was plum wore out'. Cory had gotten underneath me and gently cleaned my dick and slide the cinch ring down a little so he could wash beneath it. Trey cleaned my chest but was none to gentle when he was washing my nipples. I moved and moaned and that brought out another sermon from Cory to Trey... I loved it, every fucking word of it. Cory even cleaned my ears with what felt like a cotton swab. That was really nice of him too. After the washing, I was ever so gently rinsed off and allowed to air dry' . The cinch ring was moved back into place and I felt normal' once again. I knew from before, that Cory would not fail to insert my earplugs before Master came back, but my ears were still free. Free, that is, except for these steel rings hanging down. A cold spray hit the end of my nose and again the nose went semi-numb. Cory was moving the ring around making sure it was free of blood and slime, I guess. I figured that the only reason I didn't receive an enema was due to having two of them already today, and with nothing in my stomach all should be clean. But, without fail the ice cold logs began to go inside the hole. I knew from the conversation that Trey was given this task. I felt three logs enter then the butt plug was put back in place. Both of them put my hand coverings back on, as well as the knee cushions. Except for them not putting my ankles back up, I was finished with this bit of training. Cody left the room, but soon was back with my meal. Trey laughed. I guess he laughed because he had never seen a human eat this way, or else he was just laughing because it was I. Cody saw no humor in anything and promptly informed Trey that this is normal for a boy' and please refrain from the laughter because it is not a proper attitude to have. Trey went silent. I sort of knew that Cody would be giving Master a report on Trey at days end. Don't you just love it! "Since the boy' is getting ready to eat" said Trey, "I think I will go take a piss then go outside with the others and see what they are doing". Cory immediately jumped onto that statement. " No Trey, you can't leave to piss, nor can you go outside. Master told you to stay with me. If you ever expect a slave to obey orders, then you too must follow my Masters orders while you are here and under His supervision. If you need to piss, then you use boys' mouth to do so. Just kneel down in front of him and he will gladly open his mouth once he feels your cock touch the lips." Trey positioned himself just like Cory had said. When his cock head touched my mouth I opened up and felt the cock slide in and rest on my tongue. I waited and waited but no piss. I suppose Trey was a tad piss shy'. Finally piss started to flow and as I had been trained to do, I swallowed every last drop. I then started to suck and lick the last few drops from the cock head. O man, did I want to burst out laughing. Trey's cock went hard instantly. That just made me suck harder and faster. I swallowed every inch he had. I think he wanted to pull his cock out, but he didn't know if he should. Happiness of the heart is what I was feeling. I wonder if Treys face was turning red, I sure hoped it was. I had his whole dick in my mouth, but none of it went down my throat. Now I ask you, a short dicked wannabe master'. Cory's cock easily made it down my throat. You just have to love that. I felt pubic hair on my lips and knew Trey had no more to give. Yuk, that pubic bush had to go. So much for swallowing piss. Cory placed my food bowl under my nose and said to me, "boy, this meal is a lot different from the others you have had. For the rest of the weekend your meals will change each time. This meal is half of what you had been eating and the other half is what you will be eating in the future. Each meal will be different until Monday. Monday you will only be eating normal and proper' food." I can say with certainty that the smell of the meal was different. "you will have difficulty eating due to your new permanent ring hanging from your nose, so take your time and think it through on how to accomplish eating without to much of a mess." I almost gagged. My meal was awful. I could handle the smell, but the taste was way to gross for me. Cory was stroking my head and verbally attempting to comfort me as I ate the meal. Every couple of bites I could taste human' food but could not figure out the rest. It was not up to me to "figure out" so I didn't pay my mind any more attention. "God Damn, Holy Shit. The fucker is eating canned dog food, " Trey blurted out. "Yes" said Cody "And now that boy' knows what he is eating and going to be eating, perhaps you too would like a sample of it." Thanks but no thanks, said Trey. " Oh indeed, if a master expects his slave or boy' to eat this meal then it is only right and just that the master have at least had a spoonful himself." Cody stated that so eloquently, don't you think? And with that, like magic, a spoonful of the food appeared. Handing the spoon to Trey, and saying "eat up; enjoy." I had the feeling that Trey wanted to gag and puke but I didn't hear anything coming from his direction. Macho Trey, always, according to him, the best. How could I of ever thought about wanting him to have sex with me when we were both in college together. My meal over, Cory had Trey clean my mouth off. He made sure to have Trey use his fingers first and to put them in my mouth. I sucked those fingers like they were a cock and Cody politely said to Trey, " it has been a week or more since boy' has sucked on a real cock to drain it of seed. So I am guessing he is keeping his sucking talent in proper working order by working on your fingers." Trey was silent, but he did manage to yank his fingers out of my mouth. Trey may have been the one fisting me and I'd bet anything that he had a hard-on the whole time; but, I knew I was driving him insane by sucking his fingers that way and the way I sucked the piss off his cock earlier. God, I was loving this part of my training. How could I be humiliated anymore around Trey? NOT! Trey then used a warm cloth and wiped my face and made sure the nose ring was clean. Cody came close and told me that he was now going to get Master and then I would be positioned for sleep. "POSITIONED?" fuck this! I just want to sleep like anybody else does. Trey stayed behind while Cody went outside to inform Master that I was properly prepared. Trey noticed that my earplugs were still out. Shit, he was going to leave them out so that Trey would get punished again. Boy oh boy, was I wrong. Trey put the earplugs in. Thanks Trey. Master returned with Cody and all the others. I felt someone moving my feet around. My feet were now being covered with the same sort of leather as were my hands. New hands and now new feet. I didn't care about the coverings if they would only let my legs be untied. Not to be. I felt a multitude of hands on my body. It was a hell of a lot more than six. I was lifted up, turned over and placed on a semi-soft pad. I could tell by the feel of the pad that I was on the floor and not a bench. My feet did lay flat on the pad, even though they were tied to the upper leg. Then the legs were pulled wide. No surprise there. Some sort of a bar was then attached to the knees, keeping them far apart. My new hands were once again attached to chains and then were pulled wide, from the body but not upwards very much. So far, I could handle all this, so leave me alone and let me sleep. I felt hard plastic on my lips so I opened my mouth, which was the proper and normal' thing to do. A large diameter plastic pipe was put gently between my teeth and into my mouth about two inches. Little did I know that the other end was resting on the bar between my legs. Attached to the other end of the plastic was a funnel. One by one, EVERYBODY in my room came forward; stood between my knees and pissed into the funnel. My stomach became so full of piss that I thought I was going to burst wide open. While all this pissing had been going on, Master had been preparing my catheter for the night. Master had taken the free end of the tubing and greased it up a lot. He then had pushed it along side of the butt plug into my hole. He released the clamp on the catheter and piss flowed like the "Mighty Mississippi" up into my body. When Master seemed pleased that my bladder was empty, he removed the tubing from my ass. Now I was full of piss instead of shit. The plug prevented any of the piss from dripping out. Chains were attached to each side of my collar and they in turn were fastened to wall hooks. Ropes were used to tie my nipple rings up vertically. Likewise, ropes were used to tie the two dickhead rings vertical as well. My nose ring was tied with a leather strip and the free end was tied firmly behind me; keeping my nose ring resting on the bridge of my nose. The earrings were tied like the collar but with leather strips not chain. I must look like something from the dungeons of the 16th century. I didn't care; just leave me the fuck alone so I can sleep! If I were to move now, I wouldn't sleep but writhe in pain. Some fucking pervert was playing with my nad sack. It briefly felt nice. Once again each nad was tied separate from the other. And, an extra strip of leather was wrapped just below my dick. The pressure was killing me, slowly. I for sure was going to die tonight. A sharp tug on my left nut and it was now being pulled outward and upward towards the ceiling. Likewise the right nad was done in the identical manner. There was nothing more they could do to me, was there? Please Lord; let this end right here and now. My nose picked up a smell of torture. Indeed, I smelled the Icy Hot ointment. Not again. The cool, smooth ointment was spread on my dick and my tortured nads. Cool, then cold, then warm, finally fiery hot. Let me die now, PLEASE! I was lucky enough to feel the stick of a needle go into my right butt cheek. The pain from the ointment was making my lower body gyrate but I did manage to keep the upper part still (praise the lord). My nads were ripping away from my body. My dick was no longer attached to me and my insides were now outside. The medicine in the syringe was working and my mind was playing tricks on me, somewhat. I noticed the pain gradually ease up, as my mind and body fell off into a deep, glorious, much earned sleep. End of Part Nine... of twenty five
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