SUB-Student, Part Eight Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
The next night, I took the fuck boi out of his cage, and ordered him to clean his insides out well. I had taught him how to use the special shower plumping, taking in a lot of water from the shower-shot plug, holding it for ten minutes, and then emptying himself in the toilet. I knew I could trust him to do it well, and actually left him a bottle of poppers to ease the process. That was dangerous...a horny boi with something stuck in his fuckhole and holding aroma... but he knew better than to get too excited and make the terrible mistake of actually cumming.
He still didn't know about the video monitors in the bathroom, so he was beautifully relaxed as he put lube on the butt-plug shaped hose end and slid it into his hole, turning on the water and he knelt on all fours next to the shower. I could see his taut stomach distending and hear him groaning...but he kept going till he had taken his fill. Then he slowly pulled out the end of the hose and clamped his asshole shut by muscle power.
Slowly the cramps lessened and about five minutes later he was on the toilet emptying himself out. He repeated the process three times, using the poppers now and then. He stayed pretty hard throughout the process, but I never saw him touch himself even once!
When he was finished and presented himself to me in the playroom, I quickly secured him to a new fixture...an unusual bench with a high leather covered hump that supported his chest on a downward slope...two padded widespread extensions were on the sides for his knees...and a beam extended from the front to stretch his hands and secure them way in front of him.
When I had him secured to it by leather straps, his head was way down towards the ground, his legs out wide behind him, and ass up in the air. It was a fist-fucking bench, of course, though he didn't know that. He was about to learn how to take my hand.
I secured an odd-looking mask to his face. It was a hard cup jock-strap designed to act as a mask over the slave's nose and mouth. Anticipating this event, I had worn it under my shorts and jeans for a couple of weeks, especially at the gym, leaving my personal aroma imprinted on the cloth cover. I put special "room deodorizer" onto some cotton balls and placed them between the cloth cover and the hard cup. Once it was attached to his face, he had a steady supply of inspiration to make my hand more welcome. To add to his trance-like state, I put my i-pod headphones in his ears and let him listen to some of my dungeon electronica.
By that time time boi was already accustomed to my big cock and to the increasingly large butt plugs I had him sleeping in, so it was easy for me to insert almost all of my four largest fingers immediately, using a liberal amount of lube. I twisted and turned the four fingers as I held them together, essentially screwing my hand inward, invading his well lubricated fuck-hole. The poppers assured me that he was in another land-- moaning in that sexy way of his; pushing his ass back to meet my assault! Not only did he like my fingers, he wanted more! I obliged, adding my thumb to the piercing point at the end of my arm. Twisting, turning, pushing further and further inward, reaching down with my fingers to touch his prostate... If had he not been tied to the bench, he would have been fucking himself on my hand now... More and more of my fingers disappeared into him until finally-- without no special effort on my part-- the knuckles pass into him. He paused his fucking motion suddenly, adjusting to the unfamiliar feeling, but then slowing started pushing back again, forcing even more of my hand into his fuck-hole. In it went...even easier now...and then I was IN!
My wrist had passed through his entryway, his sphincter; my entire hand was inside the boi. I spread my fingers, making a fist over and over again, massaging his insides. I used my free hand to tug on his nipples and to refresh his supply of poppers. My hand became a battering ram, pushing in and pulling out at a slowly increasing speed and distance. Eventually I was able to pull all the way out and punch back in.
The boi was not hard, but he had leaked a cupful of pre-cum onto the bench, so much that it was dripping off the bench and onto the floor. "Don't you dare cum, bitch!" I ordered loudly enough for him to hear over the hypnotic music in his headphones...continuing my assault on his prostate, knowing how much he must want to shoot. There was a sheen of sweat over his body and he was both turned on and hurting, the place any good slave craves to be.
After a while I removed my arm from him and retrieved a special toy I had been saving for the occasion. It was a big trailer hitch like butt plug, and it easily slipped into his now stretched hole. I walked around to the front of the bench and presented my rigid tool to him. He opened his mouth and took it quickly. Just seconds later I was cumming in his throat, seeding him again. Of course he took it all, even licking my shaft to recover any leftovers.
I released him from the bench, led him to the shower, washed him down threw a towel at him to dry off. Leaving the plug in, I attached a new chastity cage to the boi's cock and balls and locked him away for the night. He had put up with hours of assault, hours of being on edge, and had managed to NOT cum. A good boi! I took a hot shower to refresh my tired body. Being a Master is hard work! My boi had gone for two weeks now with lots of incentives to cum (like my arm inside him!) but not a single orgasm! How long could be go on like this? I decided it was time to expand his sexual horizons once more. I went to the phone book and made some calls. The slut needed company.
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