Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2004 14:21:00 EST
From: PhillyranchHand@aol.com
Subject: MY SONS BEST MANS BITCH   Part 4 ( Gay adult ) Thank you

HOW I BECAME MY SONS BEST MANS BITCH
                    PART  4   "THE TRAINING"

    The flash of the camera startled me a bit but then I heard
repetitive clicks and I knew what was going on. John threw the
Polaroid's onto the bed. I stood there tingling from head to toe due
to my newly shaven body and watched them develop. It was me with a
collar around my neck and a chain attached to that collar. You saw a
hand on the other of the chain but Dingers face could not be seen. "
You take good pictures for a fag" Dinger said as he pulled me away
from the bed and the pictures "Well are you ready for the next stage
of your transformation my little dog"? I did not think I was supposed
to answer that question. In my head being there naked and smooth as
silk was my answer. I felt a sharp tug on the chain around my neck
pulling me close to Dinger I was right up on him his face in
mine. "The first thing you need to know is when I present you with a
question you are not to think about it, the answer is always YES SIR
IF IT PLEASES YOU". "Because lets get this straight you are here to
please me. You are here to make me happy and any other answer will
result in punishment." "Now lets see what you have learned so far" He
pushed me away from his face he stared right into my eyes " Are you
willing to give up your body and free will to make me happy little
FAG?"  This time right on cue I said loud "YES SIR IF IT PLEASES YOU"
I had my first lesson behind me.

               Dinger handed my leash to John "set his ass up in the
closet doorway" John led me to the closet in the room opened the door
and hanging from the post inside were two sets of handcuffs. John
placed both of my wrists in them without saying a word to me. He did
however let his hand caress my chest as he reached down and placed a
leather cockring around my dick and balls pulling it very tight,
which resulted in my instant hard on. He removed the chain from my
neck I obviously was not going anywhere. Dinger spoke up again "get
me my bag and put it on the table next to my pig boy" John did as he
was told and brought Dingers bag and the little table and put them
next to the closet door. What other surprises was there in that bag I
had yet to see. Dinger walked over to the closet but his hand into
the bag and pulled out a small leather whip. He raised his hand and
let me fell it right across my chest it stung for a second but then I
got real warm. He let me feel it again stung then a warm tingle
replaced the pain. The whip then ran over my chest brushing against
my nipples dragging under my armpits it felt so hot having him in
control. Whip right across my stomach I looked down to see that he
knew exactly what he was doing there were no welts just a nice red
hue building on my chest and stomach. "Tell me fag boy you like what
I am doing to you and you want me to make your back match your chest
don't you?" "YES SIR IF IT PLEASES YOU I WOULD LOVE TO FEEL YOU ON MY
BACK" my back stung worse then my chest or he was using more strength
three or four cracks of the whip later it began to burn I wanted to
shout out "enough is enough" but instead I bit my tongue and took the
pain. He came around to the front of me looked at my eyes gave me a
grin. "You took that well pig I have a gift for you now for not
crying out" "John come over here" he barked out John was by his side
in a second. "Remove your jockstrap for me" John did as he was told
and handed Dinger his jock Dinger held it to his nose and said this
smells rank pig show this fag what a jockstrap should smell like.
John took the jock back from Dinger and walked up to me, he placed it
to my face put the leg straps over my head and pushed the pouch into
my mouth. My mouth was filled with the cotton fabric the taste was
that of piss and cum mixed together. All that aside was the smell, I
could smell the ball sweat that was in there only minutes ago it was
all I wanted to smell and I started to breathe threw my nose so it's
all I could smell. My eyesight was blurred by the jock but the next
thing I felt was a sharp pain on my right nipple like a pinch but one
that did not stop I shook my7 head to move the jockstrap over my eyes
I saw a metal clip on my nipple squeezing and pulling at it at the
same time my nipple was getting red but hard at the same time. Then
the same thing happened to the left nipple, which made me forget
about the right one. I felt Dingers hand run through my hair on my
head he gave it a tug pulling my head back. "Take the pain fag turn
it into pleasure you know you like it don't you?" I used my tongue to
push the jock out of my mouth and answered "IF IT PLEASES YOU SIR I
AM HAPPY". He let my hair go and my face looked down at my nipples
clamped and red. I'll be if the pain didn't turn into pleasure." Look
at him with a dirty jock in his face, clamps on his nipples. His
chest and back red from my whipping" He looked over at John "Take
four more pictures for my collection" snap and flash was what came
next.

         " Now to get that ass of yours ready" Dinger said as he
walked away from the closet. Place him in the harness and strap him
to the bed" John as if under a spell did exactly what he was told to
do. I was placed in a leather harness that was then locked to each
bedpost. The difference with this harness is I was about three inches
off the bed and the wrist and ankle holds would swivel so I could be
spun around. The thought of that huge dildo he shoved up Johns ass
went running through my mind, there is no way I will be able to
handle that thing it will rip me open. Dinger walked over to the bed
and climbed on he put a leg on each side of my face and put his big
dick inches from my mouth  "lick it" he said it looked perfect about
eleven inches long and fat I wanted to taste it bad. He knew what he
was doing I reached my tongue out as far as it would go but it was a
centimeter away from it's goal. "LICK IT I SAID" "YOU WANT TO PLEASE
ME DON"T YOU?" I tried again fighting my restraints but he held it
right out of my reach. "Maybe you don't want this dick," he
said. "Come here boy" he said to John who was beside us in a
flash "show this pig how to swallow my cock" John bent over and right
in front of my face let Dinger slide his mammoth man meat between his
lips. Talk about stealing the meat right off my plate I wanted that
in my mouth so bad and John was going up and down on it like a pro.
This went on for what seemed like forever then Dinger pushed John off
his cock and said "flip my bitch over" John pushed me on one side and
sure enough I flipped right over and was facing the bed with my ass
in the air. I felt the whip again only this time across my ass once,
twice, three, four, five, six times in a row stung again then
pleasure again. His hands ran over my ass pulling my cheeks apart
then I felt something cold slide down my crack, which was burning,
from the whip. It was some type of lube cause next thing I felt was
this rod being pushed into my ass. It was not the huge dildo that my
boy had taken up his ass this was metal. I felt him push more of it
into me then slide it out then back in he was fucking me with a metal
rod and I liked it. "You like that pig" "IF IT PLEASES YOU SIR I DO"
I said "Well it's about to get better fag" he laughed and said "let
me turn it on" at that I saw stars the rod in my ass was an electric
rod it sent small shocks into my ass making me dance in my
restraints. Making my ass muscle tighten and release with every jolt
my head went from side to side my ass bucked up and down. "Tell me
how much you want me to take that ass of yours fag" Dinger said as he
watched my body jump with pleasure. In between breaths I begged him
to give me his dick I said things to him I didn't know I even wanted
to do. But I was at his mercy at this point my will was broken my ass
was his. Dinger looked at John "take four more photos of this pig " I
think he is ready for the real thing I am about to make you my bitch
fag and by the way your begging for it I think you are ready for my
branding.

   TO BE CONCLUDED       PART 5   THE BRANDING

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