Turning the Tables
By James Forbes jasbike1@gmail.com
This is a work of fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences, and partly fantasy of what I wish will still happen. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on domination, submission, various punishments and kink, with of course some actual sex thrown in. But it's more narrative than straight-up fucking. If you're looking for a good sub in San Diego, email me.
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Chapter 12 – A Final Test of Endurance
In our last day at the mountain cabin, David brought my punishments and trials to new, frightening depths...
Completely tied to the bed, I watched David towel off slowly on exiting the shower. His body was perfect, and pretty developed for being only 13. Muscled chest, rippled stomach, hefty quads and calves, and biceps for days, all on his skinny body, topped off by hanging balls and a soup can 8.5" cock. Just seeing it fulfilled my dreams, though I wondered if it was all worth what he'd put me through the last few days. I mean here I was with a screwdriver handle in my ass, and cardboard toilet paper roll in my mouth for some reason. Just to further embarrass me, I guess.
David walked up, nude, and observed his accomplishment. "I think you need a shower, too," he commented. He untied my arms that were spread to the bedposts, lowered my legs from the ceiling rafter ropes, and finally undid the bungee cord that had stretched my nuts impossibly high toward the ceiling. He left the hiking boot laces wrapped tightly around my aching nuts. I realized I really needed to pee, but didn't know how to communicate that with my mouth wedged open, so I pointed at my mouth and grunted.
"Yes, slave?" he asked, as he popped out the toilet paper roll.
"Oh, thank you, Sir," I replied, surprised at how easily that word came rolling off my tongue. "I really need to piss."
"I told you yesterday, when you do that it's called pee, or even urinate. Boys don't piss. I'll grant your request, but the toilet paper roll stays in as just one punishment for your mistake." Before I could object, he jammed the toilet paper roll back in my mouth, wedging it open. He led me to the shower.
"Get those pink socks off, and lie in the shower." What? I guess he was going to rinse me off. The shower was big enough to accommodate both of us easily. He stood above me, then lifted my legs up just under his hairy armpits. "OK, slave. Pee."
"Mmmmmfffff!!!" was all I could protest through the toilet paper roll. David took the screwdriver handle, still in my ass, and wiggled this way and that, until it hit my bladder and prostate. There was no way to resist the urge to pee. It came streaming out, and he immediately directed my dick like a garden hose so it shot directly into the hollow toilet paper roll, and down my throat. "Mmmff!" I choked and gagged as the pee filled my mouth, and I was forced to swallow every drop of my own pee. It seemed one of the worst humiliations, nearly as bad as being shaved head to toe.
"Good boy," David soothed. "But now I have to piss, thanks to you." Without hesitation, he pulled the screwdriver handle out of my ass, and put his cock in. I could feel my ass instantly fill with his warm piss. "And to be sure you stay filled," he added, and promptly put the screwdriver handle right back up my butt, effectively plugging it. My stomach and bowels churned.
"Dry me off, slave, then I'll let you squirt all that out before I move on to the final challenge." There was more? It was already mid-afternoon, and I was completely exhausted. I dried David off, and he led me out of the shower, using the hiking boot laces around my balls as a leash. When I hesitated, he yanked on them, leaving me no choice but to follow. "Get outside, then you can take that screwdriver out," he said.
"David—sir—no! There might be someone out there!" I pleaded.
"Well you're going slave, so stop complaining, and for that it just got worse."
I stumbled outside, naked. David went back in, leaving me standing in the afternoon sun. It felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes before he finally came back out, wearing his blue underwear.
"Now, sir, can I take it out?" I asked.
"Absolutely...not, slave. First you have to run around the cabin. Get going or I'll make you do a lot of laps." I ran as fast as I could, with the screwdriver poking out of my ass, bobbing up and down. David took several pictures along the way. But I made it one lap.
"Good job! You want that out, right?"
"God yes sir."
"There will, like always, be a price to pay for that," he warned. "Take it out, slowly, so I can get photos." I slipped it out, but when it was close to being completely out, my ass convulsed and squirted his piss onto the grass. "Holy crap! I got photos of the whole thing! Now walk over to that hose, bend over, and grab your ankles." Oh, no, I thought. David turned on the ice-cold mountain water to only a trickle, and put just the tip of the hose in my sore asshole. "Keep it in there until I say," he ordered.
"Mmmmmm, oh my god. Sir. That's enough. I. Can't. No more. It won't stay in." David pulled the hose out.
"Clench down, slave. Keep that in. Not a drop out until I say." Count to, say, 30, and you can let it go." I started the count, with my guts roiling. Several times I had to stop to grit my teeth.
"...18, 19, 20...accccchhhh...21, 21...shit no...28, 29, and 30 OK OK OK OK out now pleeeease!"
"David spanked me twice on each ass cheek, hard. "OK, now. Let me see it." I couldn't believe the geyser that shout out of my ass, all over the ground. Thankfully, it was clean. "Not bad, slave. Now, back inside. I'm not even close to done with you today."