Spring Training

By moc.loa@8930nitsuJ

Published on Jan 13, 2023

Gay

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The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.

Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author.

Special thanks to my copy editor David K, without whose help none of these stories would be possible.

Spring Training by Justin Davis

Chapter Three

All in all, the continuation of David's first training session went rather well. For the most part, there was very little trouble from David, after his introduction to the leather crop. In fact, there was almost an acceptance on his part as his uncle had placed a wide leather collar around his neck, and then ceremoniously locked it in place with a tiny silver padlock. And too, there had been hardly more than a grunt from David as his dick and balls were shoved through the wide, gold, cock ring. Yet there were moments of protest, although they had been pointless.

David had futilely tried to kick his legs, then wreathed and squealed like a girl, as his Uncle Dalton had expertly pierced his nipples, then his navel, and then inserted the gold rings through them. Then, of course, there had been the crying, the begging, and the futile attempt to avoid the inevitability of the butt-plug that was implanted up his ass.

David had screamed loudly as the oversized butt-plug was inserted up his shit-chute, even though Dalton took special care. Yet, once the pain began to fade, David hung there staring in wide-eyed disbelief, his Uncle Dalton and John poking fun at him, as his cock again quickly engorged itself to its full eight-inch length, and began to ooze pre-cum.

Now, as he lay on the bed in his jail cell-like room, three days after his first training session, David was already coming to some realizations about his situation that he wasn't sure he wanted to admit.

First of all, he had come to the realization that there was very little he could do to protect himself, other than obey his uncle and his lover John. That had become clear to him the moment he had hesitated to put on the specially made leather thong-bikini briefs he now wore that held the butt-plug firmly in place. John had picked up the leather strap off of the table and had struck David so hard across his nuts that he had doubled over in pain, fell on his hands and knees, and puked up what his stomach still held of his breakfast.

Fortunately for David, the leather briefs had a zipper in the front, which for the time being remained open, so that David's cock could hang out through the fly and he could urinate. But, the fact that his wrists were still manacled to his sides didn't make it any easier than before.

If that wasn't humiliating enough, the fact that he had to eat his food with his face like a dog, and had to bang on the door with his feet, in order to get Dalton's or John's attention so he could take a crap, was difficult for David. If you added to that the fact that he had to stand there, while one of the men helped him out of the leather briefs, then removed the butt plug, and then stood by while he took a shit, well it was just down right demeaning. Even more mortifying was the fact that he had to ask permission, once he sat on the toilet, to let go with his bowels.

Secondly, David had become somewhat horrified at his reactions toward the end of the first session.

Even though he still had some tenderness in his nipples and navel from the piercing and insertion of the gold rings, David had found himself actually beginning to enjoy Dalton's and John's hands as they began to tweak at the rings and apply their hands and mouths erotically to other parts of his body.

Quite frankly, David had hung there and oozed pre-cum like a leaky faucet as the men had done so. Then, as each of the men took turns orally teasing his cock, David had wanted to cum so bad he could have screamed. And, when John took a large white feather and began to tease his erect cock, well it was just too much. David had screamed about his need to cum at the top of his lungs. Of course, that was denied him. That denial, and his reaction to it, was something that had David confused.

After all, he wasn't a fag like his Uncle Dalton and John. He didn't care anything about guys, except to get a blowjob from one or fuck some kid who wanted it up his ass. There was no way he was queer like the two men who held him captive. David knew that for a fact.

Quite frankly, if David had known the real purpose of the butt-plug, and the details of his second training session, he would not have been nearly as smug as he was when he drifted off to sleep. There was no way David had it all figured out. Not a way in hell!

In what seemed like too short a time, David awakened to the sound of the door being unlocked, turned his head toward the door, and eyed his uncle carefully as he entered the room, walked over, and put a plate of what looked like beef stew on the table.

"Here is your food kid," his uncle said, then pulled the only chair out from under the table and sat down.

David swung his feet over to the sides of the bed, got up out of the bed, and slowly walked toward the table on which the plate of stew lay, his gait somewhat different with the large butt plug in his ass.

"Come here!" David's uncle commanded.

David cautiously approached his uncle, and then noticed he had a key his hand.

"I think we can dispense with the cuffs for now," Dalton said, then unlocked each of the manacles in turn, thus releasing David's wrists from the leather belt.

"Now take the belt off and hand it here," his uncle commanded.

David unfastened the belt around his waist, removed it, and then held it out to his uncle. Uncle Dalton took the belt and laid it on the floor beside the chair in which he was sitting.

"Well, eat your food kid, we ain't got all day," David's uncle said.

David walked over to the table picked up the plate, and began to eat the stew with his fingers.

"When you have earned the right, you will get some utensils to eat with. Until then, I am sorry buddy boy but your fingers are the best you are goanna get." his uncle stated flatly.

Dalton waited patiently and eyed David as he hungrily gobbled down the plate of stew. After all, he and John had no intentions of starving David to death. As a matter of fact, if anything, David would need all his energy over the next week or so of training. When David had finished his uncle spoke again.

"Okay, get out of your briefs, and come here and bend over," his uncle said.

David pulled the leather briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He had no idea what his uncle had in mind, but as long as doing what he was told made it easier on him he wasn't going to question anything.

David walked toward the few steps toward where his uncle sat and stood there.

"Okay, turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks," his uncle commanded.

David did as he was told and his uncle reached out and unceremoniously pulled the butt-plug from David's rectum.

"Ahhh!" David hollered at the quick removal.

Bent over as he was, David couldn't see the smile on his uncle's face as his Uncle stared appreciatively at the pink recesses of David's asshole. However, David could sense that his asshole felt like it was wide open.

Just then, John entered the room carrying what looked like a large plastic bucket with a rubber hose attached, in one hand, and the now familiar leather strap in the other.

"Okay kid, turn around, and bend over the table," his uncle ordered.

David eyed John, looked at the strap, and did as he was told.

"We need to do a little clean out work before the next session," David's uncle stated.

Dalton took the bucket from John, held it up, and then inserted the end of the rubber hose, which John had already lightly lubed, easily into David's rectum.

"Ummhh!" David grunted in response.

David's uncle then released the clamp and warm water began to flow into David's insides.

"Ahhh!!" David exclaimed, as he felt the warm water rush into him.

"Clamp those butt cheeks tight!" his uncle commanded.

"You are not to spill a drop. If you do, John here will use the strap," his uncle stated.

At first, it wasn't much more than the rush of the warm water that had startled David. Now he became more alarmed than startled as the water continued to flow into him. David was getting the overwhelming urge to shit.

David's uncle could tell by the squirming actions of David's body that that was the case.

"Don't you let go you little fucker!" his uncle commanded sternly.

John walked around and stood in front of David, leather strap in hand and ready to strike.

David looked at the strap and clenched his ass cheeks even tighter in an effort to keep the water inside him from leaking out.

"Oh God!" he cried aloud as his stomach began to cramp.

"Just awhile longer." David's uncle replied.

After what to David seemed like an eternity, Dalton closed the clamp on the hose and the flow stopped.

"Now walk over to the toilet, sit on it, but don't let go!" his uncle ordered.

"And remember, not one drop!" his uncle added threateningly.

Carefully, his butt clenched tight, David inched toward the toilet, sat down upon the seat, and then looked helplessly at his uncle and his lover John.

The cramps became worse and David's face began to contort.

"Oh fuck!" David exclaimed and doubled over with the pain.

"Not one single drop kid or John uses the strap." David's uncle warned.

David's body broke out in a sheen of sweet, as he sat on the toilet and held everything in.

"Don't you have something to ask me?" his uncle questioned.

With his gut about to burst, and cramping so badly he knew he would have to let go any second, it didn't take David long to figure out what he was supposed to ask.

"May I take a shit sir?" he hollered out.

Dalton and John looked at each other and smiled, and then Dalton turned back toward David, who was sitting on the toilet with a total look of desperation and pleading on his face.

"Yes you may!" Uncle Dalton replied.

Immediately David let go and the room was filled with the sound of gushing water, as David's guts purged themselves of their contents.

Twice more David's uncle repeated the process until David's insides were thoroughly clean. Then, when he was satisfied, he handed David the butt plug.

"Put it in!" David's uncle commanded.

David took the butt plug from his uncle, squatted, and then began to insert the plug gently back into his still tender asshole

"Put it in now!" his uncle shouted loudly and threateningly.

David slowly pushed the tip of the put plug into his butt.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, as the plug entered about an inch.

"It hurts! I'll get it in but I gotta go slow!" David commented, as he tried to easily wiggle the butt plug up his hole.

They had let him take his time reinserting the butt plug before. "Why not now?" David wondered.

"John. I think he needs a little help." David's uncle said.

John raised the leather crop to strike a blow.

David quickly jammed the entire butt plug into himself.

"Unnh! Oh!! David shouted, as the butt-plug lodged itself up his ass.

"Now take it out!" David's uncle commanded.

David just looked at his uncle with a puzzled expression.

"I said take it out." Dalton said harshly.

Still squatting, David pulled the butt plug from his ass.

"Uh!" he exclaimed, as the large plug popped out.

"Now put it back in and do it right this time," his uncle ordered.

David took hold of the butt plug, and in one motion, jammed the entire thing up his shit chute.

"Oh! Ow! God!" he exclaimed, and fell over onto the floor curled up in response to the pain.

David's uncle nodded approvingly in response.

It seemed as though the boy was beginning to follow orders rather well. In fact, there was very little resistance as David was led from his room down the hall to a different room than the one before. However, when the door was opened and they began to enter the room the struggle began.

Although there were many objects in the room, it was the object in the center of the room that had immediately caught David's attention. It was a metal table about two feet wide and about three feet or so long. David had almost instantly noticed that there was a manacle on each one of the legs of the table, and quickly and correctly concluded that whomever was leaned over the table and shackled to it would be totally helpless to defend themselves. David tried to turn and run.

Quickly, Dalton's lover, John, grabbed David in his muscular arms, and although David struggled and kicked wildly to try and get away, he was no match for the muscular black man.

John picked David up and carried him, while David kicked and cursed, over to the table, then unceremoniously threw him face down on it with such violent force that David had the wind knocked out of him.

As David gasped and sputtered to regain his breath, Dalton and John attached David's hands and feet to the legs of the table. Now, quite simply, David was helpless.

David began to whimper, and then started to cry, as he watched his uncle and John remove their boots and then their black leather pants. David knew deep down inside that something he wasn't going to like was about to happen.

Unfortunately for David, he was absolutely correct.

To be continued............................

Next: Chapter 4


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