Day 16. The ring of steel
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God, last night turned into the longest night of my life. It's late afternoon now and I'm only just recovering. What's more, I discovered that Carl, Jay, Trent - fuck, everyone here! - seemingly knows me better than I know myself.
So, last night I found myself unplugged for the first time in days. Jay caught me by surprise and fucked me before I came back to Carl's room to find out he wasn't here. Tired and slightly worried I would be blamed for being unplugged, I went to bed.
At some point (maybe before midnight?) I woke up to feel that Carl had got back and was sleeping next to me. As always, I was his spoon and I could feel his body embracing and looking after mine. More importantly Carl obviously had one of his regular night time boners, and I could feel his big dick prodding my ass cheeks.
Even though I knew it was wrong, temptation got the better of me. After all Jay had just fucked me and got me all worked up, now I really wanted to feel Carl deep inside of me too. He had taken my cherry nearly a month ago and I hadn't felt his dick inside of me since the incident in the gym. I needed it bad.
I listened carefully to his breathing to check that he was truly asleep. It was deep and regular, monotonous. Surely he must be asleep? What was the harm in my backing up just a bit onto the tip of his cock? If I got caught I could just say it was just an accident. No harm done!
I slowly and carefully repositioned my ass to line it up with the end of his hard dick... Fuck! I could feel his bulbous helmet touching my soft and fleshy pussy lips. These days they were always puffy, already ready to welcome any cock or fist that was willing. The head of Carl's dick was immense, but I was determined to swallow the tip.
Fuck! All of a sudden his cockhead slipped inside my fleshy mound. Pulled inside more like. It felt so fucking good! It was like my hole had a mind of it's own. It needed this. It wanted to sink the entire way down Carl's thick shaft, never mind what I thought or wanted. And what a fucking journey it was. I could feel the hard ridge of his helmet and I could make out every thick vein as my ass sunk down on his cock. It was fucking amazing! All the stretching I'd endured had made my hole massive, but somehow I could feel every detail of his dick. It's not that I had clutch per se, more my cunt enveloped his cock and embraced every detail.
I was secretly counting my blessings. I felt so satisfyingly full of so dick that I couldn't believe it. I should have pulled back, but of course I didn't, I couldn't. In fact, I made it worse. I rippled my cunt muscles around his pussyplunger. What I hadn't been able to do with Jay, I could do with Carl. Desire helped. Even though Carl was asleep, I wanted to show him that I had perfect hole control from deep inside to the lips of my cunt.
Damn, I milked and suckled that cock like there was no tomorrow. All of it with my ass muscles - I didn't move my body an inch! I was feeling so fucking proud of myself that I forget where I was and who I was doing it too. I was fucking milk-raping my tutor!
I lost track of time, lost in the rhythm of my pussy muscles, but all of a sudden I felt Carl's dick swell and get even bigger. Fuck! Stop, stop! I couldn't afford for him to find me in this position! I tried to pull away and withdraw, but I was in way too deep. In fact I even felt Carl grab my hips - seemingly still in his sleep - to unconsciously pull me nearer. Seconds later he was awake and his scalding cum filled my boypussy.
FUCK. To say he was furious was an understatement. He was livid with anger. The questions followed thick and fast. What the fuck did I think I was doing fucking myself on his dick? What gave me the right? And why the fuck was I unplugged?
I immediately apologised. Grovelled in fact. I explained about the machine room, the alarm going off, Trent leaving me unplugged and then Carl taking advantage of the situation to fuck me. I said over and over that being unplugged wasn't my fault.
Carl looked at me, fury in his eyes and said that still didn't explain why I had felt it was okay to fuck myself on his dick.
He was right. I had no answer other than lust.
That wasn't good enough for him. In fact I had never seen him so angry. He was saying that he had been too good on me, too lenient. That I had this coming for a long fucking time...
He reached over to the phone by his bed and pressed a direct number. In seconds the attendant at the other end picked up. "Marcus? Carl here ... Is the doctor still awake? ... Good, please ask him to come to my quarters ... No, now. Tell him that Bobby Kunt is unplugged without permission. And that he's been fucked without permission too ... Okay, thanks."
I didn't like the sound of this. Who was the doctor? How had I lasted two weeks at the School without meeting this guy?
Carl got up and put on the clothes he'd evidently discarded by the side of the bed. Even though it was gone midnight, he seemed to think nothing of putting back on a pair of black leather chaps with two red stripes running down each side, a leather vest and boots. The sight made my dick stir in its cage, even as he explained who the doctor was. Apparently he was the de facto headmaster of the School. The guy who had started it all. The title doctor was an honorary one (he had no medical training) but it was appropriate as he took a scientific and professional approach to cunt-wrecking, a discipline he liked to instil in all the tutors.
A short while later, there was a knock on the door followed by a man - obviously the doctor - stepping in. After two weeks days at the School and the unlimited hours of porn and almost countless number of tops I'd met I thought I'd seen it all, but no... The doctor was in his early fifties, but to be honest he looked pretty timeless. The only give away was his tanned skin and closely cropped white/grey hair. What really set him apart was his uniform though. He was wearing a long laboratory coat made out of what could only have been semi-transparent rubber, except this looked to be incredibly thick. The 3 or 4mm of rubber was an intimidating sickly yellow colour and hung in heavy drapes from his body.
Oh his left breast - just where they'd normally be a pocket - was some kind of logo. I recognised the initials F.H.S. for First Hand School but the drawing above had me beat. Fuck! It was a big, black fist punching its way through a giant, red hoop. Well... I guess it beat a family crest.
Underneath his coat I could see glimpses of a more traditional bib and braces type outfit, except these were made out of stark white rubber. His sizeable bulge was covered by a removable cod piece, secured with heavy-duty press studs. White rubber boots and long, thick gloves made out of the same material as his lab coat completed the picture. He strode over to us with purpose in every step.
"So this is the infractor, is it?" he asked.
"It is doctor, thank you for coming at such short notice" Carl replied.
"Well, the situation sounded serious... and I did have a little bit of time to spare before checking in at the drop-in clinic. It never ceases to amaze me just how busy it is. All those colleges with recalcitrant pupils, biker gangs with members who have stepped out of line... hell, I think even one of the local gay bars is bringing an unruly patron round for realignment this evening. But here I am now... what's the problem?"
"Well, it's quite simple. Our burgeoning pussyboicunt got back from a machine session with Trent this evening unplugged. Instead of calling for help, he immediately put his butt out for Jay - got himself fucked on his way back to my quarters. And then to compound things he fucked himself on my dick whilst I was sleeping. I woke up to find him cunt massaging my cock until I shot my load. Honestly, the bitch has no self-control and needs to be disciplined."
Fuck. The doctor told me to get on all fours and assume the position so he could inspect my hole for `evidence'. Soon he was prodding and poking my ass with his thick gloves, using Jay and Carl's cum as lube. Every so often a large portion of his hand would slip inside of me, before he withdrew and painfully squeezed my cunt lips. He seemed to be taking a long time making a decision.
"Okay Carl. Thanks for calling me in. It's almost a shame to do it, but I agree with you. Young Bobby really does need to be severely disciplined. Will you call up Marcus and ask him to bring the ring of steel?" said the doctor.
Fuck! Two loads in my hole and I get punished with some crazy medieval sounding torture device! Carl picked up the phone and asked Marcus to bring the device.
Whilst I waited with trepidation, the doctor started talking to me directly for the first time.
"You've been very a disobedient boy, Bobby. It's time you learnt that all of your actions have consequences. Firstly, that you let yourself fall prey to fucklust... you should be much stronger than that by now. You should know that your cunt is made for fists not cocks. But more importantly, you've been without a stretcher for several hours now and we need to make up for lost time...
Five years ago I designed the ring of steel for just such circumstances and I'm happy to say it's never failed me. It's for those moments when human intervention has gone as far as it can, and for when you really need heavy metal to do the job for you..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Moments later Marcus knocked and entered the room. I don't know whether he was just going on duty (or going off-duty?!) but he was wearing clothes that I'd never seem him in before. Normally he looked quite prim and proper in slacks and a polo shirt, but now he was just wearing chaps and boots. All this time he's been hiding the body of a twunk, with a manly treasure trail that lead down to a surprisingly hefty dick. I felt my cock stir. Shit, this was just what I didn't need.
In his hand he was carrying a large metal steel hoop, which he handed to the doctor. "Thank you Marcus. Would you be kind enough to stay for the procedure and lend a hand?"
"Absolutely. It would be a pleasure to see just our how little cunthole is progressing. Especially if you're about to institute a full punishment stretch..." replied Marcus.
Fucking hell, I was totally speechless. None of this was my fault. Well, okay... I willingly fucked Carl's dick, but Jay had been the one who had fucked me. He was the one who should be punished, not me!
I didn't have time to protest before the doctor showed me the device, twisting and tilting it to show it's evil purpose. "Do you get the picture Bobby? You're not going to transgress ever again, are you?" he asked.
My eyes went wide as I took in the aptly named ring of steel. It was made up of a thick steel circle about 12" across. In the centre was a hexagon of six, long, perfectly smooth and slightly concave pieces of metal. (Much like the individual blades of a speculum, except this was no medical device, no true `doctor' would ever inflict this on a patient!) Each part of the hexagon was connected to the metal circle by long, adjustable bolts that pointed towards the centre of the ring, much like spokes on a wheel. It was immediately clear that the centre hexagon was designed to fit inside my hole, and that each side could then be adjusted to stretch my cunt out, from a couple of inches to a truly unimaginable 12". I was fucked.
The doctor lost no time in inserting the device into the centre of hole. Immediately I felt the cold metal and if anything the lining of my ass puckered up. It was quite a shock.
"Gentlemen, I wonder whether I might have your assistance? Six bolts and we have six hands? If we could stretch our pussyboicunt in perfect unison perhaps?" asked the doctor. Unsurprisingly, Carl and Marcus immediately agreed and they moved into position around my ass. Somehow Carl choose what must have been an awkward place to stand - his leather bound crotch directly in my face and his body leant over my back. It can't have been comfortable, thought it did give me a grandstand view of his heavy cock. For a moment I was lost in being close up to his meat, both the turgid shaft and heady smell of my ass and his ball sweat...
Christ! That all changed as the hexagon started to expand! Three guys and one hand on each of the six wing nuts, slowly twisting them. My hole was suddenly at the centre of my attention. For all the toys (and fists) I'd taken, nothing felt so full or as intense as the stretch currently in my ass. I had no idea how big they'd got, but I couldn't help but whimper, moan and then cry out in pain. This didn't stop them, in fact it seemed to do the opposite. I could fucking see Carl's dick firm up as I screamed - the bastard was getting off on my pain! In seconds he was leaking pre, what a fucking cunt!
Finally I heard the doctor tell the other two to stop. "There we go, a 6" stretch should do it for the moment. That gives you room for future growth, but it's enough to remind Bobby of his correct place in the world."
My god, only 6"?! I felt as if I was being reamed out, as if my hole was being held open by a tunnel of steel. Which I guess it was. I suddenly became aware that the room had got hotter and that the funky smell of sex permeated the air. I guess it wasn't just Carl that had got turned on by my punishment.
"Gentlemen, as it's Bobby first time with the ring, shall we baptise his cunt?" asked the doctor. Baptise?! What the fuck did that mean? It was difficult to think as my hole quivered with the stretch, my insides rapidly cooling down from the totally open access my cunt presented to the world. I must have looked nothing more than a tunnel made out of ass.
Carl quickly unclimbed away from my face. I looked aside to one of the many mirrors in the room and awkwardly caught sight of the three men, all with their dicks out, all furiously masturbating around my unobstructed hole. It was an almost unbelievable sight. Carl and Marcus in their leathers, the doctor in his rubber, all of them manhandling dicks that would make any bottom swoon.
I could see that Marcus was getting close. It was then that I understood my `baptism'. Each of them was going to mark my newly stretched cunt with their loads. In quick progression each of them climaxed. I saw three thick ropes of jism fly into the air and fall down into my cunt... but god damn my hole was so distended and stretched I didn't feel a thing. All the cum but none of the fun. Gits.
The mood of the room rapidly became serious. Marcus left and I heard Carl and the doctor discuss my `continued punishment'. Something about combining treatment 43 with procedure 15. In equipment room Omega. WTF? I didn't have a fucking clue.
Carl told me to get up (no mean feat with such a rigidly overstretched hole) and follow them out of the room. The doctor went one way, wishing me - or was it Carl? - good luck, and we went the other.
It was extremely uncomfortable to walk with the ring of steel holding me open. I wasn't so much walking as waddling, my legs splayed wide apart by the punishing device. Everything was made worse by the few tutors up and about at this time of night laughing at me. The humiliation of being naked and waddling down a corridor with cum dribbling down my legs was not lost on me.
We walked into a part of the building that I didn't recognise. Rather than the slightly anodyne professionalism of the living quarters we'd just come from, this part seemed more industrial. We went through a large set of steel doors that opened up onto a long corridor that stretched into the distance. The passage was dark, but punctuated by rough concrete pillars and pools of light from rusty metal lamp shades hanging on chains from the ceiling. The walls looked like they'd been tiled many years ago, but now resembled a chipped and battle scared institution that had seen a lot. Except this institution smelt of sweat, burnt tobacco and ass.
As we slowly made our way down the corridor we passed a battered door every five or ten metres. Each one had a label on it. They were small, but every so often I could just about make one out. Alpha: surgical enhancements... Gamma: enhanced cum production... Iota: mechanical ball manipulation... Sigma: submersion... Kappa: arsehole realignment... This was all feeling increasingly ominous - as if the steel holding my arse open wasn't menacing enough! Every so often I heard strange sounds and noises I couldn't identify. It was difficult to know if they were human, beast or machine.
A long way down we finally we got to room Omega: depth training. Fucking hell. I honestly hadn't known what to expect but this sounded serious. I suddenly became acutely conscious of how deep (or shallow?!) Carl and everyone else who had fisted me recently had managed. Not that far if I'm honest, maybe not even halfway up the forearm. This session was obviously going to change all of that.
Carl nudged me in and directed me to the large mechanical bench in the middle of the room. It looked like one of those orthopaedic beds that could be raised or lowered, except this one was far more insidious with multiple levers and pistons. I can't remember medical beds being made out of black, heavyweight metal either, nor coming with thick leather restraints every few inches.
I tried to sit down on the bench, but the ring of steel really did reduce my mobility. It was impossible to bend my body and get up on to the platform. Carl could see I was struggling and told me to step away. "Omega room. Raise bench to vertical" he said out loud. For a moment I was confused, but then the angle of the bench started changing, slowly moving from horizontal to vertical. The equipment must be voice activated! (I remember wondering why this room needed voice activation and didn't use touch screen controls like the rest of the School... given how much lube Carl was about to use I soon found out.)
Carl took me by my upper body and led me to the bench, forcing me to stand upright with my back towards the padding. In seconds he began to tightly secure me with the thick leather straps. It felt as if each of my body part was being restrained individually and multiple times over. I could barely move. When he was done he looked me in the eyes and said "remember, you deserve this pig."
I know I should be up for anything that contributes to the development of my cunt, but right now I was intimidated as fuck. My training had been going so well that I hadn't needed to be tied down in days, but now I was trussed up and the ring of steel was causing hell in my ass. The stretch felt so god damn big that all I wanted was to be released. Surely this had gone on for long enough? But of course not...
"Omega room. Rotate bench 180 degrees" commanded Carl. Immediately the bench started tilting and my entire body was upended. In seconds I was completely upside down and I suddenly understood why there were so many restraints. I felt blood begin to rush to my head. I couldn't work it out though. Surely this wasn't the best position for ass play, and as wide as the steel ring was, my hole wasn't easily--
"Omega room. Separate legs 30 degrees, deploy head brace" said Carl. Fuck! I now knew why each part of my body had been strapped up individually! My legs must be attached to separate bench panels as I could feel them being pulled apart. At the same time firm padding extended around the sides and top of my head, both supporting and holding it still at the same time. Damn. My hole was now perfectly accessible and open to the air.
Although my upside down head was secure I realised that there were several mirrors at strategic positions around the room that let me see both my hole and the surroundings. Carl was getting what looked like large jug-type containers out of a high storage cupboard. Damn his ass looked great in chaps from here! I don't think I'd ever seen him wear chaps with two stripes before though, normally there was just a single red line.
Seconds later I was surprised to hear the sound of one of the School's lube dispensers. The School goes through so much lube that each room has it on tap, premixed. You could change the consistency at the pump, but the flow rate was always the same. And that's why I was so surprised. By now I was intimately familiar with just how long the pump needed to run to fill up a standard session dose. Yet this time the pump was going on and on... A brief break and the next container was filled. Jesus! How much lube does he need?!
Finally I saw Carl loading a small trolley with the giant canisters. I have no way of knowing for sure, but each one looked about the same size as a standard two-litre soda bottle, and there were five of them. The anticipation was killing me. As was Carl's silence. Whilst he wasn't exactly chatty, normally he talked and told me what to be prepared for. This time? Nothing (and no way was I going to risk making things worse by asking questions - no matter how much pain my hole was in).
He bought the trolley towards me and I finally found out what the lube was for... He stood in front of me, leather chaps, boots and vest. Continuous double red stripes running from the top of his boots to under his arms. I could see him from multiple angles, looking serious, looking hot, looking ready to use me.
He picked up one of the containers and starting pouring it into my open hole, straight through the centre of the ring of steel. JESUS! The fucking, the toy sessions, the fisting and the machine stretching... all of them have carved a tunnel through my body. The ring of steel gave Carl completely unobstructed access to this tunnel (I think this was the point at which I truly recognised just how evil the device was). Carl was literally filling me up with thick, slippery goop. I felt the coldness entering my guts, like some kind of twisted reverse enema. It's unbelievable just how much he poured, just how much I can hold...
The container looked to be about three quarters empty when I felt he'd brimmed my cunt. Suddenly the lube was level with my pussy lips, held so painfully open by the metal device. However, the coolness of the liquid somewhat soothed my cunt flaps, blanched as they were by the cruel steel.
Carl put down the nearly empty container and stood poised over my defenceless, vulnerable and now lube filled ffuckhole. He looked down at me and said "ready pig? Now I'm going to show you what we do to cunts who go off-reservation... Who give their asses away and get fucked without permission!"
He plunged his clenched fist straight down into my open hole, right through the middle of the steel ring. Immediately a giant cascade of lube poured over my body, covering me from ass down to my to head. The thickness of the lube didn't seem to hinder the speed at which Carl's arm descended into my body and I soon felt his fist pushing against my inner holes. The deep penetration of the fluid seemed to open everything up and smooth the passage of his arm. He withdrew slightly and obviously changed his fist into an eager cone, burying itself deeper and deeper into my body.
The mirrors around the room give me a ringside seat. Carl's leather clad figure. My restrained upside down body. The giant steelworks holding my ass open. Carl's arm slowly sinking further into my cunt as he eagerly explores and probes. The lube run-off glistening over my body (and now dripping onto my face). The high-tide mark on Carl's forearm as he withdraws and then descends that little bit deeper every time. The feelings were amazing too. Yes, the opening to my hole still hurt, but the arm burying itself inside of me conquered all.
Every so often Carl would take another container of lube and refill my hole to capacity. As he made a tunnel deeper inside of me it it took more and more lube to brim me. Of course, all of this flowed over me as he punched through the ring of steel and into my open hole again.
By the time he got close to his elbow I could sense that Carl was getting more and more worked up. He was really getting in to this. "That's a good cunt... I'm really working you open deep. I've got to admire just how much work you can take these days boy. It's seriously impressive. Fuck, you make me proud!"
My heart almost burst. Carl was deeper in my cunt than ever before and the feelings were insane. I felt so alive I couldn't believe it.
It was then that I heard the door open and close with a large clang. I looked in the mirrors and saw that it was Jay! He was now wearing a leather outfit similar to Carl, also with red stripes running up his legs. The only difference was that he was wearing a chest harness instead of a vest. He had fucked me only hours before, and he was the reason I was in room Omega being `treated'.
"How's it going boy, enjoying yourself?" he asked. Hang on? Surely if I was being punished then he should be punished for breaking the rules too? I tried to say as much, but what with Carl punching my guts and the lube overspill running into my mouth it was pretty difficult. Punishment' and your fault' were about the only words that got out.
Carl and Jay both laughed. Jay stood by my hole, clearly admiring the movement of Carl's fists. "My fault?" he said. "This was all part of the plan... ever since Carl asked me to breed you on your first morning here."
WTF? All that guilt, all that self-loathing? The punishment for sucking Carl? Being selected to be a pussyboicunt? ALL A FUCKING PLAN?!
Carl could see the fire in my eyes. "Relax Bobby, you just concentrate on taking my arm. Everything has been planned. Even tonight. There was no alarm, we just thought it would be fun to remind you of the deep seated cock hunger we've planted in you. Of course, Trent `accidentally' forget to plug you. And then the good doctor wanted to see just how our star pupil was shaping up... I knew you wouldn't be able to resist self-fucking yourself on my dick, and so that's how we're here. Honestly, you're the one who's responsible for all this."
I didn't know what to think. Responsible? Who could I trust anymore? Myself? Jay? Carl? I felt completely lost. Carl soon bought me back to reality by rotating his arm inside my hole and shaping me a new core. My suspicions were overwhelmed by the need to be fisted - my cunt was hungry and I wanted more, needed more. I moaned and groaned. "Please Sir, please fist me some more. Don't stop, I don't care... just fucking fist me" I cried.
"Oh, I think we can manage that..." said Carl. He looked at Jay and told him to pour another container of lube inside of me as my tank was running dry. I could only imagine that there must have been a drain directly under the bench as otherwise the entire room would be awash with spent lube.
Jay poured about a litre of fresh liquid into my hole and then asked how long the ring of steel had been stretching my hole. Carl replied about two or three hours. Some unspoken language went between them, as in seconds Jay had put down the lube container and was spinning the wing nuts of the stretcher. Mothercuntfucker! My hole got wider and wider. What had been six inches across suddenly became seven, eight or more. My head was ready to explode with the intensity!
Suddenly Carl withdrew his arm and I felt empty for the first time in hours. Well, except for the litres of lube lining my ass. There were now two hot men in leather standing in front of my hole. I could hear the lube dripping off Carl's arm and falling onto the puddle on the floor... The two men looked at each other, nodded, and then joined their hands together. Their fingers intertwined, their palms touch, and they formed a perfect double fist.
"Wait!" I cry out. "Not the double, I'm not ready for the double." I knew from all the porn I'd watched just how momentous this occasion was. That there was no turning back, ever.
Carl looked at me with contempt. "Christ Bobby, you've got to get better at noticing the details. Didn't you see the double red strips running down our gear? Surely you should have been mentally preparing yourself from the moment you first saw my chaps tonight?" he said.
I had seen them but hadn't known what they meant, fuck! I wasn't given time to reply as their double fists inevitably, horrendously plunged into the giant lube filled cavern that is my cunt. A tidal wave of liquid overflowed my hole, streaming down my body. Carl and Jay bottomed out, or at least as far as their joint hole-wreckers could make safe passage. They twisted and turned and rammed their united fists into me, rearranging my guts permanently. Words can never do it justice.
Suddenly I realise that with their free hands they are jerking each other off in perfect time. They pull their fists in and out of my hole, they stroke each other's dick. I can feel they're getting close as the speed builds up, ever more intense and powerful. I'm screaming out, fist me, fist me, fist me! The sound sent them over the edge and their cum fired out of their dicks.
Wow. I watch as they kiss each other, the two men in my life. I'm both glad that I've made them happy and also slightly scared at what has just happened. Yes I know... all for the further development of my hole. But that was intense! And both their arms were still inside of me now.
Slowly they withdrew... suddenly the endorphins left my body and I realise what has just happened. I'm conscious of just how long I've been hanging upside down and how racked with pain my hole is. It's all too much. The two men must sense this and become different men of action. They wipe down the lube from their arms and Carl starts to fiddle with the ring of steel.
I assume he's going to remove it and I start thanking him. "Not so fast, little pig. I'm just taking off the stretch a bit. You fucking me tonight may have been part of our plan, but the truth is that you still fucked me. You're not getting off that easily."
I was in too much pain to be confused. He reduced the wing nuts down to about half their size, which at least felt manageable. Carl commanded the bench to rotate 180 and I was slowly bought back to a standing position. Jesus! The amount of lube that flowed out of my hole was sickening! I couldn't believe how much I'd held, were my insides really that big? My entire body was now drenched. It looked like I had bathed in it - I felt sticky and truly rank.
Carl and Jay unshackled my restraints and I could finally stand again, though as the blood was rushing back to my head and my legs were shaky I needed help. They guided me down the corridor and back to Carl's room, me leaving a trail of ass slime like a demented snail. It was gross.
They made a bed for me in Carl's playroom. Said that I was too noxious to sleep in Carl's bed. I asked whether I could at least shower and douche my hole out. Jay laughed and said I should be grateful of the lube, it would stop my ass from drying out. I was too tired to argue and I fell asleep in seconds.
And so that's how I woke up. Covered in a crusty layer of lube and my hole held painfully open by the ring of steel. Thank god I was at least allowed a shower this morning. The insides of my cunt feels fucking weird constantly exposed to the outside air. It makes me hope to god that the ring doesn't become a permanent fixture. If it is there's no way my hole is ever coming back.
Next: Bobby gets taken for a very `special' treatment...
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