Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2012 09:08:05 -0800 From: john smith Subject: Learning to Serve Series - chapter 18 Disclaimer: All rights reserved. No part of the story can be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author. Please Sirs, Masters, bois... please donate to nifty.org so that these stories can continue to be posted and hot times can ensue. Please Sirs, please. (bois, my brothers, do the right thing...) Several Masters and Sirs on the web have asked for this story, so i thought I'd post it here. Respectfully to the Masters involved, i have embellished some. The names, dates, and places are changed to protect all involved. This is loosely based on a true story. Your constructive feedback has been great so far, more is very welcome at obedientboy4SIR@gmail.com. To all the Masters and bois who have emailed your compliments to date, thank you so much, this boi is very grateful. Chapter Eighteen - "Masters - everything" Once dried off, i followed Guns on my hands and knees back to the Hell Room. i couldn't believe there was still more punishment. i contemplated begging, then decided to just boy-up and endure it. My skin was bright red from His work with the crop, my ass was bruised and my hole still tender. i had a constant desire to clear my throat, but my throat was painfully raw. He reattached the high collar and cuffs and strung me back up spread eagle and left me. It was a painful stretch and it felt like i was on a rack. i hung there for a short time, when Guns returned with someone. They talked about me and poked me. The other Man had a deep voice and seemed to have softer hands than Guns. "Boy, this is Doctor Heilman. He's going to run some tests and draw some blood. you're records indicate you're healthy, but the Boss is very thorough about these things. Just relax and let the Doctor do His work. Got it?" He emphasized His point by slapping my ass hard. "SIR, yes, SIR, thank you SIR." i replied. Guns left and my right arm was lowered and a tourniquet was applied. After the routine swab with rubbing alcohol and disinfectant, a needle was inserted and blood was drawn. A little band-aid covered the puncture wound and then my arm was hoisted back up. A tube was lowered from the ceiling and into my mouth. "Drink up boy, i need a good urine sample" the Doctor explained. i swallowed water for a good five minutes while He poked and prodded me. The water was actually soothing on my throat. The Doctor occasionally came into view, a tall, lean man with graying hair. He examined my eyes, ears and nose. Looked at my hole and balls, listened to my heart and lungs; in general it was a real, complete physical. He turned off the water after a while and explained that He was ready for the urine sample. i tried to pee, but couldn't. He lightly tapped my full belly and pressed here and there and ultimately, my bladder let loose. He seemed to take all i had to give. It felt good to let it out. Next Doctor Heilman put on a rubber glove and spit on my boy-cunt. In a not-very-gentle fashion, He shoved three fingers up inside of me and began feeling around. i grunted and endured the invasion like a good boy. His fingers were long and bony and they quickly found my prostate. He did something and my boy-dick responded immediately, it strained in the cage. "Nice healthy boy-nut there, let's get a load out for the lab," He announced as He rubbed my prostate and i strained and moaned. His other hand squeezed and massaged my boy- balls. It shook like crazy and started to beg Him to stop. He just laughed and kept working me. Sweat prickled my skin. It went on and on. Finally, my boy-balls released their load and He milked out a healthy load of boy-jizz. i screamed and begged for release. i desperately wanted to stroke my boy-dick, but alas, it remained locked up tight. He complimented me on the quality and quantity of the load. "Good creamy texture, boy, and lots of it" He noted, "you'll be a prize stud for your Master, maybe he'll even breed you." He laughed, slapped my ass and then undid His pants. He then proceeded to fuck me hard, with hardly any lube - just some spit and what was on the condom. Getting fucked after cumming is rough, try being stretched out spread eagle vertically, with no lube. It wasn't the biggest cock, but it might as well have been. i screamed like it was Guns mammoth tree-trunk cock taking my hole. He tweaked the hell out of my nipples and fucked like the last man on earth for a good fifteen minutes or so. i cried, screamed and begged; He laughed, tweaked and drove. Then He grunted hard and shoved deep, and unloaded into the condom. i almost passed out. He lowered me down to me knees and fed me the contents of the full condom. i accepted it gratefully and thanked Him for using my hole and checking out my physical well- being. Once i sucked the jizz out of His condom, He gave me His own urine sample. Obediently, i swallowed every drop. He packed up His stuff and left. Minutes later, Guns came and got me and i followed Him out into the gym. He explained that slaves were always collared and cuffed in the gym, except when Masters said otherwise. The gym had filled up some, there were at least five or six Masters working out. Some had slaves working out with them, others appeared to have slaves there to serve them as needed. Guns was clearly in charge of the place. Master after Master approached Him almost reverently and said hello. Several bumped fists with Him or high fived. All of them admired His work on me, commenting on the degree of redness. He walked around to each Master and greeted them. He allowed them to poke and prod me as long as i remained on all fours. This forced the other Masters to bend down or kneel in front of Guns to check me out. It seemed like a bit of a power play, but they all knelt and groped me. Most tweaked my nips or tugged on my boy-balls. My gaze was held upward by the leash, locked on Guns eyes while i was handled. i understood that no noise was the rule after the first whimper got me a face slap. Guns completely ignored the slaves, they seemed to keep away from him. i never made eye contact with any of them as they all seemed incredibly focused on their Masters or the tasks assigned by their Masters. After making a walk through the gym, Guns shouted out to a younger muscle Stud/Master that He would be responsible for locking up and then He checked that the young Master had His number. He beamed like Guns had handed Him a golden gift. At the elevator i was told to stand and carry my clothes. Someone had put them in simple plastic grocery bag, with the name "Guns" on it. Nothing was really my own anymore. In the elevator i knelt again, next to Guns. He rubbed my head. i felt warm all over. We rode down to the basement and Pecs was waiting in a black panel van. i was loaded into a side door. One low seat in the back, with a menacing plug in the center of it. "Get it wet, boy, or it'll be a bitch of a ride" were the first words from Pecs since this morning. i spit and licked the plug like crazy. It was clean, but dry rubber. After about 20 seconds i was ordered onto it. My hole was tender and bruised. It did not want to give way. Guns pulled my ass cheeks apart and centered it, then pushed me down. i instinctively put my hands down to catch myself. "Really?" He said, in a snide, disgusted voice, "you are a slow fuckin' learner, boy. If i want your ass impaled on a plug, you best fuckin' impale yourself and fast." He punched my gut hard and i lost my balance. The plug slammed home and i saw stars. Before i could scream His hand was over my mouth yelling at me to behave myself. i did my best to breathe through it. Pecs had grabbed my arms and secured them painfully behind the seat. My ankles were secured to either side of the van. Biting nipple clamps were attached to my tits and then my balls were worked over. They were tied off, impossibly low in their sack. The van started up and as we drove away, Guns used the crop to whip my balls. Every blow was agonizing. Even a simple ride in a van was a painful learning lesson. "Mantra, boy, repeat your new mantra" crack another blow landed on my trapped nuts. "Masters - everything, boys - nothing, SIR!" i belted out in my agony. Pecs laughed and complimented Guns. "Back to basics with it, eh?" He said. "it's not as fast a learner as I hoped," Guns responded. Thwacking my nuts and soliciting a few more repeats of the mantra. i couldn't see anything but the roof of the van through my tear-filled eyes. Every bump in the road, jolted the plug and tugged on my nips. All i could focus on was the mantra. i started to crave another hit to my boy-balls, just so i could repeat the words again. i was delirious. Eventually, we came to a stop and They got out. The van door was opened and Pecs released me. Once my arms were untied and ankles released, i gingerly (but quickly) lifted myself off the plug. i had no idea where we were, but was pushed down to my hands and knees on a concrete floor, once outside the van. It appeared to be inside of a regular household garage. The rope around my nuts was looped through the rings on my ankle cuffs and somehow back through my wrist cuffs. Essentially, every crawling movement now pulled painfully on my boy-balls. I was led into the house where the smell of food instantly made my stomach grumble, i was starving. The carpet under my knees felt wonderful, but the constant tug on the leash and the crop reminded me to keep moving forward. Guns handed me over to Pecs and went to get dinner on the table. Clearly this was their house and it was immaculate. In the dining room i was ordered to present. With my nuts basically tied to my ankles and wrists, i could barely stand - it was more of a crouching position, if anything. The high collar was removed as were the nipple clamps. i profusely thanked Pecs for the pain, determined to not fuck anything up the rest of the night. i was completely focused on Him and what He wanted, Master was everything. "Good boy," He said and rubbed my head. "We gotta take a few measurements and then we'll feed ya, boy." He rubbed my painful nipples and i leaned my head into His bulging denim crotch. "Follow me, boy" He ordered and i obediently crawled behind him. We went down a short flight of stairs (during which i thought I'd completely pull my boy-balls off) and into a dungeon room. He took His shirt off and hung it up, i took the opportunity to lick His boots. God, He was sculpted muscle perfection. He pulled out a tablet and looked over the screen. "Guns, ya ready to get this done, I'm starving" He hollered up to Guns. "On my way, I'm pretty hungry too and i imagine the boy is near passing out. Its stomach has been grumbling all afternoon." He said as He strutted into the dungeon. He also removed His tank top upon entering. Masters - everything, boy took note. Guns untied my balls, removed all my hand and ankle cuffs, the collar, and then, much to my surprise, grabbed a key and unlocked my trapped boy-dick. Before the chastity cage was even completely off, my boy-dick grew to its full six inches. i thought i might shoot right then and there. Knowingly, Guns slapped my ass and demanded the mantra. "Masters - everything, boys - nothing, SIR" i shouted gratefully, my throat scratchy and my voice rough from the deep-throat lesson earlier. He acknowledged me, by rubbing my head, then ordered me to present. i stood, spread my legs and locked my hands behind my head. Chest out, back arched, and stomach taut. For the first time in several hours i was completely naked. They proceeded to measure every muscle they could, from my neck size to the size of my feet. Guns measured, Pecs recorded everything. My boy-dick was so hard, it measured 6.10 inches. They also measured how low my balls hung, with my boy-dick rock hard, they hung only 3 inches. It wasn't even much of a hang really, just the measurement from my taint to the bottom of my boy-balls. "Tsk, tsk, boy" Guns taunted, "Your Master likes real low hangers, six inches minimum. The good news is, we can get 'em there." "The bad news" Pecs chimed in, "Its gonna be painful as hell, unless He orders surgery." They both laughed. Guns yanked down on my boy-balls and measured. "I can stretch 'em down to almost five" He stated, matter-of-factly. "Hang on a sec" Pecs said to Guns. He walked over to a cabinet on the wall. He came back with a couple of stretchers. Guns rejected the smaller of the two (both were huge) and then He wrapped the chosen one around my nuts and snapped it in place. i sweated and struggled to hold as still as possible the whole time. It felt like the skin on my balls was tearing. He had to work hard to get it in place, but of course, He always got His way. "Nice" He pronounced. He measured them again. "Not bad, almost five. We can probably get there with out cutting it." i was relieved in one sense, terrified in another. Guns unsnapped it and it's removal was as painful and it's placement. i thought i might double over, but He stood and held me upright. Pecs massaged the feeling back into my boy-balls. i was grateful for the pain and thanked them both profusely. "SIRS thank you SIRS, please stretch these boy-balls to my Master's specifications, please SIRS, please make them low hangers SIRS!" i begged them. They weighed me in at 146.2 lbs. and measured my height at 5 foot 7 inches tall. Pecs recorded everything. Guns manhandled me, ultimately pushing me to the ground to clean up the clear puddle of boy-juice that dripped out of my free (after more than 48 hours) boy-dick. They reattached the cuffs and collar. i thought Guns grabbed some lube, but it turned out to be hand sanitizer. He rubbed it on my hard boy-dick. It was freezing cold, or so i thought. Next, He grabbed an ice pack and held it on my boy-dick. Ice is more painful than anything. i screamed and begged, but He held firm. My boy-dick wilted to a tiny pathetic little prick. He quickly lubed it up with lotion and then slipped the chastity cage back in place and locked it up. i was grateful to be free of the ice and free of any temptation. i was sure the punishment for touching my boy-dick was ... i can't even imagine. They led me into the dining room and Pecs served dinner. It was a huge salad with lots of raw veggies and a little roasted chicken, very little dressing and a big glass of water. My seat at the table was metal and cold, theirs were padded and comfy. i didn't really care. i saw the food and immediately thanked them for it, but waited until they granted me permission to eat. i was also grateful to eat at the table, to eat a normal meal and to have almost a normal conversation. Although, like a good boy, i only spoke when spoken too. The food was wonderful and flavorful and delicious. i don't think i ever had a salad that tasted that great and i made sure they knew how thrilled i was. After dinner i cleared the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, they lounged in the living room and watched TV. When i finished, Pecs led me down to the dungeon. i was really exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but i knew better. Masters - everything, boys - nothing. He strung me up by my wrists and tied off my ankles so that my legs were painfully far apart. He ripped the little band-aid off my arm and threw it out. "This should get the balls started, boy" He said, then attached something to my sack. He spent a few minutes fiddling with it and locking it down. It wasn't painful necessarily, but it was heavy. "There are a few of these ball weights, boy. They weigh about a pound and a half each. We'll add one every now and then." He explained while He tugged and slapped my trapped boy-balls a little. "SIR thank you SIR. SIR thank you SIR. SIR thank you SIR" i repeated loud and clear after every slap and tug. When He was sure the weight was secure, He spun me around and spread my ass cheeks apart. He whistled. "How'd you like your time with Mr. Stevens and Doc Heilman, boy?" He asked. "SIR thank you SIR. SIR it was wonderful SIR. SIR may i please go back for more with Mr. Stevens, SIR, please SIR, please SIR???" i begged. He laughed. "He can be vicious, boy, but since you begged so nicely, I'll see what i can do for you" He sneered. i thanked Him profusely as shoved His dry, rough fingers in my battered hole. Pulling them out and pinching the lips of my hole hard, He caused me to shake and groan in pain. Just as i thought i couldn't take any more pain, He buried His tongue where His fingers had been. Holy fuck it was amazing. His tongue had to be as long as His niner. At least it felt that way. i melted. Just as i relaxed into the best rim job of my life, He started biting with sharp teeth. The pain was blinding. i screamed out and then remembered to thank Him in a moment of agony. "SIR thank you SIR... aaaaahhhhhhhhh, oh God, thank you SIR.... ooooowwwww, thank you for chewing on ... my... ass... lips... SIR...." i screamed. i struggled to get away, but the chains held me taut. i was going nowhere. My screams intensified. And then he'd stop and lick my hole, work His tongue deep. I'd slip instantly back into a state of bliss. Only to get jolted back into dire agony with more biting again and again. It went on and off, pleasure and pain, and always more pain, forever. My body trembled and shook all over, sweat poured off me. When He finally stopped, He said "Now, lets see what Stevens does with that." He laughed, slapped my ass hard and then released me. i was led back out to the van, carrying the duffel bag for Pecs. Apparently, Guns was not going with us. In the van i slobbered over and then sat down immediately and painfully on the plug. My hole was absolutely on fire. Pecs locked me in place and we were off. We pulled up near my house and He fished my suit pants out of the bag of clothes. He climbed into the back the van and unlocked me and told me get the pants on and to unscrew the plug from the seat. He climbed back up front and got out. He opened the side door, just as i pulled the pants up and buttoned them. "Don't bother zipping 'em, boy, lets go" He ordered. No shoes, no shirt, unzipped suit pants, and a butt plug in my hand... i looked like i was coming home from one hell of a drunken stupor or a wild orgy or both. We made it to the apartment door, i stripped off the pants in the hallway. He fiddled with the key while i knelt, naked and anxious. Once inside the apartment, He had me clean the plug with soap and water, then floss and brush my teeth. He made me piss and try to shit in front of him. Then He douched me out a few times. He instructed me about douching over and over again, emphasizing how important it was to my Master. i acknowledged His advice and thanked Him a lot. We showered and got ready for bed. He cuffed my hands together behind my back, and then locked my ankles together too. He lubed my ass with something cool and soothing. In bed, He shoved me down to His dick and forced it down my throat. The bed was so soft and comfortable and i wanted to sleep so bad, but the mantra rang in my head. Masters - everything, boys - nothing. i trusted in Pecs and sucked His cock until it was hard as steel. Then He pulled my up next to him, turned me away from Him, spooned in tight, and shoved His niner up my tender ass. My hole was so sore, i just screamed into the pillow. He just fucked me like a crazy man until He dumped His load. Buried to the hilt, He fell asleep. My boy-hole spasmed around His thick niner until sleep over came me. It was bliss. Masters - everything, boy - nothing.