Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2006 07:08:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 29

Nothing changed, another week went by and my ass healed and I didn't need
it to constantly remind me of what had happened and what I had lost.  I was
fucked and I knew it and it would always be that way.

I woke up and looked over to see Doc's face waiting for me to wake up
again.  I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of bed and as usual I was
naked, but it was not a issue for me with Doc.  He had seen me naked so
many time, not to mention all the stuff he had done to me sexually.

This morning I looked at him and asked him.  "Why do you continue to do
this?  Why am I still in school?  I haven't done anything in class for
weeks.  I haven't studied, read or done any homework, since I left the
house.  There is no use for this."

He looked at me and smiled.  "You will eventually care about this and you
will eventually want to get back into the stream of things.  I am just here
to make sure you keep at it."

"Look, I don't give a fuck about an education right now.  Without Bobby, I
don't want to do anything else.  Look, I don't care if I work in fast food
the rest of my life.  It is fine.  I don't need anything else.  And you can
stop watching over me, I am not going to anything stupid."

"Get up, get in the shower and get dressed."  He didn't seem phased by
anything I said.

I got up and headed into the bathroom.  I took a leak and thought about
pissing in the back yard and having to get on all fours and pissing in
front of people.  My cock twitched a bit thinking about it, but that was
over now.

I got in the shower and mechanically went through the process of washing
myself.  I thought of all the times I had shaved myself for Bobby.  Stubble
was showing now.  The hair on my head was getting a bit longer and the hair
on my face was scraggly and patchy.  I didn't do too well at growing a
beard, but I didn't want to shave; it was too much work.

I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and dried off.  I left the towel
in the bathroom and headed back into the room.

He handed me clothes and I put them on, not caring what they were.  He took
me down to breakfast.  I had my 10 bites and some orange juice.  He handed
me my backpack and led me out of the building and saw me on my way to
class.  I made it through another day of classes, mechanically sitting
there, not paying any attention to what the prof was saying.  I thought of
Bobby and what we had done.  I would get misty eyed, but I think my major
crying was over.  I just didn't want to get emotional any more.

I got back to my dorm and Doc was there as usual.  He took me downstairs to
dinner.  I ate my 10 bites and some water.  We headed back up to the room.
He had been after me to keep up my journal.  I sat and woke and got this
information updated.  I didn't feel like writing about my constant list of
feelings and thoughts of Bobby.  I kept a separate folder of those, where I
wrote about the things I had thought about each day about Bobby.

I filled pages of that, but felt I was beginning to repeat myself.  But Doc
said it was important that I get it all out and down in the computer.
After a couple of hours of that, Doc said, "Okay, tonight we are going to
do something different.  We are going out."  I started to protest.

"Look, just shut up and do as I say.  This will be good for you.  Trust
me."  He told me to strip and I did.  He handed me a jock to put on.  I put
it on. Then some shorts, a t-shirt and my jogging shoes.  I did it
mechanically, not wanting to invest an effort into it.

"Okay, come on."  He led me downstairs and on into his car.  He started the
car and turned on the music and drove away.  He drove without saying
anything and I was going to talk unless directed to.

So we rode in silence until he stopped in a parking lot behind what seemed
to be a warehouse.  He had me get out of the car and led me around to a
door.  It had a dimly lit sign of grey lettering on black paint.  It said,
"The Den."  Doc knocked and the door opened.  A burly man in a leather vest
and pants opened the door.  He had a broad hairy chest and looked like a
bouncer from some bad gangster movie crossed with a leather fetish.

He looked at Doc, then at me and said, "This the kid?"

Doc told him yes and the guy said, "Room B."  He held the door open for us
and I followed Doc into the dimly lit hallway.  The walls were black and
the lights were a low yellow orange color.  There was a smell of leather
and bleach as Doc led me down the hall.  I didn't know what this place was,
but it had a distinctly unsavory feeling about it.

The rooms had grey letters on them.  There didn't seem to be an order to
them and the doors were widely spaced along the long hallway.  We passed on
one else as we walked the hallway to room B, which was about 50 yards from
the entrance.  The air was neither warm nor cold, but just a temperature
that made you notice there wasn't a noticeable temperature.

At the door to B, Doc, stopped for a moment and looked at me then he took
the knob and turned the handle.  He led me in.  At first I thought the room
was dark.  I couldn't make anything out.  Doc held my arm and led me
further into the room.  Then I noticed a wall in front of me.  There were
cuffs hanging from the ceiling about 3 feet from the wall.  Doc stopped and
told me to strip.

I mechanically removed my clothes and handed them to him.  He had me leave
my jock on.  My heart sped up a bit at the situation, but I resolved not to
be affected by anything Doc was arranging.  He took my right wrist and
secured one of the suspended cuffs to it, then did the same to the left
one.  Then he spread my legs and attached cuffs to each ankle.  He pull on
something and my arms stretched up and apart.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes and then it seemed that everyone left.
I hung there with my feet just barely touching the ground and liking the
fact that I had no control.  Sometime later, I heard people approach and
felt someone touching me all over.  Rough hands spread my ass.  They pulled
down my jock.  Twisted a nipple, and felt my arms, legs, stomach and ass.

I heard, "He'll do.  Get him ready," then footsteps walking away and a door
closing.  Hands pulled down my jock and then I felt coolness on my groin,
and then felt a razor being applied.  I was being shaved.  I couldn't help
myself.  I didn't want to get hard, but this manipulation of my cock and
balls while being shaved was stimulating me.

Then my ass was shave and then my chest and armpits.  Then they shaved my
face.  Then I heard clippers and someone went to work on my head, putting
it back to a stubble of hair it seemed.  After that they used something to
dry me off and brush off any hair.  My jock was pulled back up.

Then I was left alone and I guess everyone left the room.  I had heard the
door close and heard no sounds in the room.  Once again I was alone in the
room.  My cock throbbed for a bit, involuntarily wanting attention.  It had
been a while since I had touched myself, much less cum.

But as the time passed it went down and I was left drifting in my thoughts,
thinking of what Bobby would have done to me here.  That led me just
thoughts of Bobby and that left me emotionless.

I came back around to smells of cigar and sounds of people in the room.
There were words coming to focus out of the general babble of sounds, "boy,
whip, ass, clamps, nipples, weights, balls, young," and on.  I couldn't
distinguish everything that was being said.

But then someone took hold of my right nipple and pinched it hard, using
their thumbnail to saw into my nipple.  I groaned with pain and felt myself
leaning into the hand.  And I felt my cock grow in my jock.  He kept it up
for 30 or 40 seconds increasing the pressure all the time.  Finally, I
gasped out.  He sawed a couple more times and then switched to the other
nipple.

Again, I groaned and leaned into this.  I wanted this.  I wanted the pain.
I wanted to be punished.  I needed this.  Not for pleasure, although my
fucking cock was responding, but to pay my penitence for what I had done to
Bobby.  I wanted more.  Again, I leaned in as much as I could with the
chains holding me.  I arched my back into him.  Again, he continued to
increase the force between the thumb and the finger, sawing into my nipple.
Again, I gasped and he continued a bit more then stopped.

"Did you like that boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I moaned.

He reached down and took hold of my balls through the jock and began to
squeeze.  He slowly increased pressure on my balls.  I groaned; I loved it.
My cock throbbed.  Then he increased the pressure until I felt that
kick-in-the-balls feeling that runs from groin to stomach and my cock
softened a bit, but he continued on.  I groaned through the pain.  I wanted
more pain.  I wanted to use it to wash away the stain of what I had done to
Bobby.

He kept up and I tried to take every bit of it, I moaned a bit and I know a
tear leaked out of my eyes, but was absorbed by the blindfold.  I arched my
back again, leaning into him and he gave a final crushing squeeze and then
let go of my balls.

I heard a click and then felt coldness along my waist and a tug, then the
other side.  My jock had been cut off.  It was yanked off of me and I was
now naked to the world.  As the ache subsided in my balls, my cock grew
again.  Being exposed like this just got me going.

I felt something clamp down on my right nipple and then the left.  The
pressure remained.  Nipple clamps had been applied.  As the pain seared
through my chest, my cock swelled.  I wanted the pain, but I didn't want
the pleasure.  But Bobby had taught me how much pain can be pleasure and I
was responding to that.

"He likes it," the man said in a deep voice and chuckled.  Then cigar smoke
filled my nostrils.  My balls were gripped roughly again, but this time I
felt something wrapped around them and pulled tight.  Then I felt more and
more pressure and knew that my ball sack was being stretched as cord was
bound around and around the base of my balls.  My balls were being forced
down into a tight package at the end of my sack.  There was a dull ache in
them as they finished wrapping the stem.

I heard a snap of a cap, then felt a cool ointment being spread over my
balls and then over my straining cock.  Then it began to warm and I knew it
was bengay or something like that.  Then pain began to build and the burn.
I felt something pushing at my hole and felt a dildo being forced into my
ass.  It slipped in easily as if it had been lubed.  But I soon realized
the lube was also the burning ointment.

Then some was smeared on my nipples, around and through the clamps.  I was
on fire.  My cock throbbed and swelled.  I knew from experience that it
would be at least 20 minutes for this to run its course and that there was
nothing I could, even if I wasn't restrained.  I also knew that I responded
to this and had learned to embrace the heat and get pleasure from the pain.

If I was hard, it only made me hornier.  If I was soft, it became nearly
unbearable.  But as hard as I was, it not only was bearable, it was erotic
to me.  I wanted it.  Little sounds escaped my lips as I became enraptured
with the sensations.

Then I felt a tugging at my balls and knew that some sort of weight had
been suspended from the rope on my balls.  Then there was a tugging on the
chain on my nipples.  It all heightened my horniness.  I wanted more.  I
wanted the pain and the more pain I got the hornier I got.  Only crushing
blows to my balls seemed to make my cock deflate and I wasn't receiving
those at the moment.

I felt a quick tension on my nipples and then a snap and the clamps were
jerked off my nipples.  I moaned again.  They were reapplied and the jerk
off again.  And once more.

Then things started happening in rapid succession and I began to get lost
in a fog of lust.  The clamps were replaced on my nipples, but the pressure
was increased.  Then the weight on my balls was set swinging and I felt and
added pressure on my balls.  Then someone started fucking me with the dildo
that was in my ass.  I still could feel the heat of the bengay or whatever
in my hole and the fucking only reactivated the feelings of heat.  I was
squirming in lust as I hung there.

Next I felt spots of intense heat along the shaft of my cock.  One spot and
then another.  They were dripping hot wax along my cock.  Then I felt some
on my distended nipples.  I heard myself saying, "Yes, yes, yes.  Please
more."

I wanted more pain.  I wanted to cleanse myself, but damn it, I also wanted
the release I knew would come with the increased pain.  The fog took over
and it was just a rhapsody of pain played over my body for some
indeterminate time.  There wasn't a part that was missed.

The weights were taken off my balls, but then someone or something started
up a rhythmic tapping on my balls.  The speed remained constant, but it
appeared that the pressure and intensity was increasing.  I knew from
experience with Bobby that it wasn't, it is just the cumulative effect was
building and increasing the pain.

At the same time, some one was tweaking my nipples with clamps or
clothespins.  And the dildo was continuing to be forced in and out and over
my prostate.  I started begging for more, louder and louder, and saying
yes, over and over again.

I have no clue how long this went on, but finally at some point I shot and
shot over and over, my whole body shuddering, racked by the orgasm.  Then I
cried for a bit.  But sometime in there, the torment stopped and there was
silence.

I hung now limp from the chains holding me.  I wanted to die, to go away,
to hide.  I had found pleasure again and I had sworn I wouldn't ever have
pleasure again after losing Bobby.

A while later, someone came in and released me.  A t-shirt was pulled over
my head and then my hands were cuffed behind me.  I was told to step into
some shorts and then I was led away.  I was still blindfolded as I was
roughly led across the room, through the door and down the hall.  Then out
another door and I realized I was outside because of the change in
temperature and the smells in the air.  Again I was lead roughly over some
uneven surface that I could feel with my bare feet.

I heard another door open, like a van sliding side door, then I was pushed
into it roughly.  I pushed my way upright on the seat and heard the door
slide shut with a thump.  Then silence.  I heard distant police sirens and
kids crying but nothing close by.

I sat there, uncomfortable with my hands cuffed behind me not caring and
not wanting to think.

Sometime later I felt the van shift slightly, a door opened and someone got
in and then another door and someone else.  I smelled sweat and cigars and
piss.  Nothing was said to me as their doors closed the engine was started
and we drove off.  I had a hard time trying to stay sitting upright as the
van navigated the streets.

Again, I zoned out, because I became aware of us slowing down and driving
across what seemed to be gravel from the sound of it.  Moments later my
feet confirmed that as I was pulled from the car and led across the gravel.
A door opened and I was led through and down some steps, a turn and down
some more steps.  Across a cold floor and finally I was pushed down to a
kneeling position.

I felt coldness along my neck and heard noises and realized that scissors
were being used on my shirt and then my shorts.  Once again, I was naked.
My cock, with a mind of it's own, began to grow.

"Boy," the deep low gravelly voice, I had heard earlier, said, "you are
mine.  I own you know and you are here to serve my pleasure.  Do you
understand?"

I nodded my head and was rewarded with a slap across the face.  "Do you
understand, boy."

"Yes, Sir." I responded knowing the ritual.

"That's better, a fast learner."  I smelled cigar smoke again.  I sensed
that he had moved closer.  There was silence for a moment then I felt
warmth across my head and face.  I knew even without the smell that he was
pissing on me.  I didn't move as he covered me in his hot piss.  When he
was just about done he put his dick to my lips and said, "Open up."

I opened my mouth and he put his cock in my mouth. The head was velvety and
warm.  It seemed larger than Bobby's but he was soft, so I couldn't tell
for sure.  He pissed some in my mouth and then left his cock there.  After
several moments, he said, "Suck it."

I went to work on his cock not out of any lust or horniness, but just out
of obedience.  I wanted to be controlled, to be used and abused.  I got a
kick to the groin and "No teeth," yelled at me.  I didn't think I had got
any teeth in the way, but relished the pain in my balls.

I worked on his cock until he was hard.  His cock had swelled in diameter,
but not huge in length, he was about 5 or 6 inches long, but thick.  He had
a thick bush of pubic hair that smelled of sweat, musk and piss.  He began
fucking my mouth very forcefully, holding my head with his hands.

He did that for a while, grunting as he did it.  Then he pulled out of my
mouth and pulled me to my feet.  He pushed me face down on a table and then
behind me, forced his dick into my ass.

He began pounding on my ass as he fucked me aggressively and at a fast
pace, as if he urgently needed to cum.  He began grunting and talking
between strokes.  "Ungh!  Take that asshole.  Yeah!  You like having a real
man fuck your hole? Angh!"  He was abusing me physically and verbally as he
pounded my ass.

He held onto my bound wrists as he fucked me.  As his pistoning picked up
speed, I knew he was getting close.  He let go of my wrists and pulled back
on my shoulders as he pushed as deep as he could go with each stroke into
my ass.  Then he pushed in deep and began shooting.  He pumped his hot load
into me continuing to grunt and call me degrading names.

When he was spent he lay on my back crushing my wrists between us.  He
panted for a bit and then pulled off of me and then left me there.  After a
bit, I managed to get up onto the bench, it seemed to be leather padded.  I
lay on my side and as my arms fell asleep from being bound behind me, I
slipped into sleep as well.

I woke to having my hands pulled out at right angles to my body and being
secured.  I was now secured and foot spread eagle on the padded bench.
Pins and needles were rushing through my arms as feeling came back to them.
I was still blindfolded.

I felt a sharp, searing pain on my left nipple.  It felt like my nipple was
being ripped off.  I cried out and felt something being stuffed into my
mouth.  Then the same pain seared through my right nipple.  Then I felt a
blow to my balls and my whole body tried to curl up into a ball.

Again, I wanted the pain, I wanted it badly, but someplace my mind
disconnected and I went off someplace else as pain began to engulf my body.
I wanted it and was getting it, but wasn't getting to experience it.  My
mind had shut down and I either blacked out or went off to some dark place.

When I came back, my body was shuddering and shaking.  It was like I was
freezing to death.  My teeth were chattering and I couldn't control myself.

I felt a coarse blanket being put over me and rubbed into my body.  I
realized my arms and legs were no longer bound.  The coarse blanket rubbing
over my body was warming me up and I was beginning to be able to collect
myself. The blanket was scraping me, and I was finally trying to tell
whomever it was to stop.  Words didn't come out right, but I began to be
able to control my shuddering and my limps.  I pulled them in close to me
and grabbed the moving blanket and began to pull it tight against me.

I realized my head was covered with the blanket and I pulled it off my face
and saw Doc looking at me with a concerned face.  "Are you okay?" he asked
with great concern on his face "I mean, can you tell me who you are?  What
day is it?"  He stopped rubbing the blanket and held it tight to me.

"I am Dave and last I knew it was Friday."  I said working to get each word
out.

"Well, that will do for a start.  It is Sunday now.  How do you feel?"

"I am getting warm now.  What is wrong with me?"  I said, now worried by
the look on his face.

"You were in shock."  He said and looked me over.  He removed the blanket
and looked over my body.  I was naked so he could pretty much check out
every part of me.  I could see I had some bruises on my legs and arms.  I
saw my nipples had dried blood around them and my eyes started to roll up.

"Come back!" Doc said and grabbed my arms and shook me.

I look at him and tried to focus.  "Okay."  I breathed deeply.  "Where am
I? And what are you doing here?"

"It's a long story, but short version.  You left the S & M club I took you
to with a guy and he took you home and began to use you and abuse you."  He
paused and then, "I had planned for you just to spend a couple of house
there, getting you into some mild S & M, to get you back into the world of
the living."  He looked at me.  "It took me a while to figure out where you
had gone and track down the address.  The guy was very open when I came to
his house and led me down to his dungeon and to you.  He was glad someone
was here to look after you.  He said that you just kind of went limp and
let him do whatever he wanted.

"When I tried to bring you out of wherever you had gone, you went into
shock and started shaking and shivering.  I got the blanket and started
warming you up and now you are here."

He looked me up and down again and said, "Are you ready to get out of here
or do you want to stay here?"  I really couldn't believe he was asking
that.

"As you have been telling me over and over - it is your life.  You make the
decision.  It is time for me to stop making your decisions."

Emotions overrode me and I started sobbing.  He took me in his arms and
hugged me.  I hugged him back and sobbed into his shoulder.  He patted my
back.  I wanted to live and I wanted a life.  I couldn't just let myself
go.  I also felt I had betrayed Bobby by deciding to live.  I just felt I
had given up on Bobby and decided to go on with my life.  I didn't want to,
but had just proved I did.

As usual, I was fucked and I knew it.  Doc handed me some shorts, a t-shirt
and my sandals.  I dressed and followed him up the stone steps to the
outside.  The sunshine blinded me as we came out into the courtyard.  He
led me to his car. I felt sore and stiff as I walked.

I got in and slumped in the seat.  I wanted to live and that meant living
without Bobby.  But I had made a decision to join the world.  "I am fucking
hungry!" I said too loudly, as if I was trying force the words.

"What do you want to eat?" He said smiling and I saw a tear roll down his
face.

"You fucking asshole!  You had this planned."  I looked away and felt
emotion roll through me.  He had committed himself to seeing me through
this and he had stuck through it with me.  Damn it was nice to have friend.
"Steak!  Fucking steak!  I want MEAT!"  I was fucked!  And I knew it!  But
I was a hungry fucker!

As usual, thanks for all the comments and suggestions!  They are
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harry