Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2005 23:20:28 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 14

It seemed like everyone around, masters and slaves had something to do. The
masters were all talking amongst themselves about various things, which a lot
of  it was about Trey. Cody was still by my side just staring into my eyes;
why I  didn't know or understand, and this made me a bit nervous. Master came
over with  two slaves and instructed them to oil my body to prevent any sun
damage. Another  slave was ordered to put the hand and feet coverings back in
place, along with  the leather knee  pads.

I was amazed at how different the world now seems, now that I have my
eyesight  back for whatever length of time allowed. I wondered many things as I lay
there  getting oiled up. I tried to place each slave with a master. I had yet
been  informed as to who belonged to whom.  I figured that every slave here was
 used to being with the others that being naked or servicing their master in
front of others was just `normal'. Every once in a while I heard the screams
 from within the house, but as the minutes flew by, the sounds became less
and  much  weaker.

Every so often Cody would speak to me, explaining more about the group and
what  is and what is not proper. I learned that all of these slaves are
forbidden to  have an orgasm until the last part, of the last day, of the weekend
sessions and  get togethers. While I had been kept in my room, the slaves were
either  pleasuring their masters, cooking and serving meals, or outside around
the pool.  The weekends for the most part are just a social gathering; that is,
except or  unless any of the masters had something special going on. I had to
be reminded  that including myself, there were only four slaves in the group
who were used as  `pleasure' slaves. I suppose most of the masters just
enjoyed having a bed/house  slave around. From what I could see, not many of the
slaves had whip marks or  had their butts plugged.  I was sort of anxious to meet
the other  `pleasure' slaves, but that would come in  time.

Listening to Cody kept me focused so that I didn't pay much, if any,
attention  to the slaves oiling my body. Master came to my face and said he was ready
to  start the training. With that said, He went to my feet, pushing them
outwards,  like the first time. I was still on my back, now with my legs spread
painfully  wide. He next moved the leg supports so that my knees were bent with
the feet  ever so close to my thighs. He ordered the slaves to chain my ankles
down  tightly. My wrists were, for the first time, chained closely to my
collar. A  leather strap was placed over my forehead and secured to the bench. No
other  straps were used to secure the body, which was unlike the last time. The
 combination of the body oil and sunlight warmed my body both inside and out.
 Training or not, I was feeling so at ease with everything going on that I
knew  that I had nothing to fear; except my own inhibitions and inadequacies. My
 Master took each nad, as before, and separated them with leather strips and
tied  them to my ankle cuffs, pulling extremely firm.

One of the masters then summoned all the slaves to group together. He
produced a  container, which held little pieces of wood. Each piece of wood had a
number on  it and each slave was ordered to reach in a take one. The slaves were
ordered to  line up near my head in a straight line, starting with the one
which had the  wood chip with `one' on it as so on. Master then proceeded to
release the clamp  on my dick and drain the urine from my bladder. Within a
couple of minutes  Master had my catheter removed as well. Truthfully, I felt naked
without the  plumbing.

I could see the other masters form two short lines on either side of my body
and  for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was going on. That is
until I  heard a master announce the word "mount". Without delay, the slave who
had the  chip marked #1 jumped up on the table. The slave's knees were by my
shoulders  and his hands were palm down at the other end of the table by my
hips. I was  staring up at his cock. "BEGIN" came the word from my Master. No
delay here at  all. Before I knew it, the slave's cock was at my lips begging to
enter. I  opened my mouth and took the cock. The slave started to create a
rhythm of  fucking my face. This was a first for me. While he was face fucking me
to the  point of gagging, he was also sucking on my dick. This put me one
step closer to  eternal bliss. Words cannot describe the feeling and do it
justice. At least now  I could attempt to put a face with each dick and store the
taste, the feeling,  for later  on.

Now then, let me say, here and now, that what came next was a total surprise.
 The two masters, close to the slave's butt took a wooden paddle to his ass.
Whenever the slave's butt rose to it's highest level, the masters would
swing  their paddle onto his ass. Each butt cheek was getting a good tanning for
sure.  The next two masters in line had reached over to the back of the slave's
head,  keeping his head on my dick as he sucked away.  The last two masters
stood  there waiting as if for a secret signal or something. At this point, I
was  praying that while the slave was getting his ass paddled on the up swing,
that  the slave wouldn't flinch and bite my dick when he felt the paddle
sting. Whew!  Now that would be a disaster for sure. It didn't take long to find
out what the  other two masters were waiting on. The magic signal arrived, and
both of them  started pissing onto the face of the slave as he was sucking my
dick. Piss went  everywhere. The feeling was out of this world. Please don't
stop now! Could this  be heaven or what!  It was shortly after the piss had
stopped flowing that  the slave gave his final thrust down into my mouth and
exploded with his own hot  sperm. I greedily swallowed it all and proceeded then to
suck the cock dry of  it's seed. The slave then pulled out and knelt straight
up. My poor dick was a  mess along with my mind. I hadn't had my orgasm yet,
SHIT!  The slave then  slowly turned and maneuvered his body so that I was
staring at his butt. Once  again the masters who were standing near his ass, each
grabbed a globe pulling  it apart from the slave's rosebud.  "SIT" was the
next word, and the  slave's ass covered my mouth. The odor, no not odor, the
fragrance was  intoxicating. I pushed my tongue out and licked his hole, over
and over. I  didn't catch on right away, but it soon registered, that I was
supposed to also  be sticking my tongue inside his hole. While this was going on,
the masters were  playing with the slaves nipples, cock and balls. If I was
that slave I would  have exploded over and over again by now. So now I see what
reward the slave was  getting for the week or weekend. How special.  J

When a master had ascertained that the slave had enough, he ordered him off
the  table and the next slave in line took his place. This same procedure went
on,  until the last in line. And the last in line was my Cody. I wondered if
this was  the luck of his drawing the highest number or was this `arranged'.
Through  it all, I hadn't had my orgasm yet. Like hello, anybody home. Damn
it!!   I've been good all weekend too.

Cody got up on the table and began his face fucking and dick sucking. Cody
jerked hard each time the paddles hit his butt. His mouth had a `death grip'
on  my dick. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer, but tried to think of
 anything other than my dick snot. Each time a new slave had perched himself
above me, the masters changed places as well. Which gave each of them a turn
with the paddles and also to piss. I didn't want Cody to get pissed on, but
there was nothing I could do. I think Cody lasted the longest of them all,
before he blew his load down my throat and then lifted his mouth from my dick. I
 felt ashamed that he had to get soaked by piss, I really did. Like the
others,  he sat on my face and I went right to town getting my tongue inside of his
ass.  Cody was the only one of them that went ballistic when my tongue got
all the way  inside. He moaned and groaned loudly in ecstasy. HEY!  MY TURN
HERE!   Not to be. Oh well, maybe later. Cody finally climbed down from the bench
and I  lay there filling my lungs to capacity with fresh  air.

The masters all stepped back from the bench and the slaves surrounded me.
Again,  the silent signal and my body was flooded with hot piss. From head to
dick I was  splashed with the golden nectar and the scent was overwhelming; as my
mind  started to float once again. When the last of them finished up, they
were  commanded to clean themselves and me up. They moved away, to an area that
had a  garden hose, and proceeded to spray each other off; quite playfully I
might  add.

When they were done, I was unchained from the bench. They aided me as I
wobbled  myself to the ground. Cody put the leash back on me and led me over to the
 frame, in the back corner. With the leather now on my knees, I no longer
felt  the coolness of the grass beneath them I was thankful that they hadn't
attached  my feet to my thighs yet. I'm always thankful, these days, for `small
favors'.  As they began to bath my body in warm soapy water, I wondered why I
hadn't  gotten the cold water from the hose, BUT again I'm not going to
complain. Would  you?  They must have done this routine many times before. As soon
as the  wash was done, a warm damp cloth was used to rinse, then I was allowed
to air  dry... Yikes, just like a carwash.

All of the masters came over and chatted with the slaves, brief as that was.
I  think I was beginning to learn which was which; and who was whose.  Through
 all of the face fucking and sucking going on I lost all mental thoughts of
Trey.  I didn't even hear him as I had lain there. Perhaps he had passed out. I
 pondered, briefly, of what Trey had meant to me during college, what he
meant to  me when I saw him here, and now what does he mean to me. How do I, how
am I,  supposed to feel. I think what he did to me was wrong, but I still didn'
t think  his `crime' deserved' such punishment. But then, who am I to say. I
don't have a  sadistic, dominating bone or fiber in my body. I could only
think of him, right  this second, as a little puppy being scolded for piddling on
the floor or  something.
I was wrapped up so much in my own thoughts, that I didn't even smell the
sizzling meat on the grill. Some of the slaves were doing the bbq and others
were setting out the plates, etc. on the large table by the pool. The food
smelled like 5star. Yummy, but as you know I most likely wouldn't be tasting any
of that. All of the masters commanded their own slave to consume their
beverage,  which had been set out. They all drank the cold refreshment in what must
have  been record time. After they were done disposing of the empty glasses,
they all  approached me in sort of an arrogant manner. I had to remember that in
life,  they are at least one step higher up on the ladder than I. Two of them
took my  wrists and fastened them to chains. The chains were raised up so
that my arms  were spread out and pulled upwards. One by one, they stood in front
of my  kneeling body and had me take their cock inside my mouth. And, one by
one they  unleashed a torrent of hot acrid nectar.  When I was sightless this
didn't  seem to bother me much, but now was a totally different story. I was
humiliated  doing this with the other slaves and the masters watching. But, I
didn't spill  one single drop of their piss. I was able, though, to see each
face before he  unloaded in me. So now, I could tell perhaps by touch, taste,
feel and size  which slave was using my body. Of course, Cody's was the easiest
to figure out;  after all, I had him a few more times than I had the  others.

The call to mealtime was announced and all of the slaves started heading
towards  the table, except Cody, who hung back a bit. He came to my ear and said
that I  had done a good job so far today. He was proud of me, as was the
Master. He  kissed my smooth head.  He left me kneeling with arms still out and nads
 still attached to my ankle cuffs. The sun was directly overhead now, so the
time  of day was easy to tell. I watched as each slave went to the grill,
removed the  meat and presented the plate to his master. Now I had what I needed.
I knew  finally who went with whom, no doubt about it. While the masters ate,
each slave  was kneeling at their side. A couple of the masters even took a
parcel of meat  from their plate and hand fed it to their slave. How cute was
that. That was  like so neat to see. When the masters had finished the meal,
they each took  their plate to another smaller table and scraped the leftover
into a bowl. With  the leftovers they added heaps of veggies.  When all the bowls
were  prepared, they were placed on the ground, in a straight line. On
command all the  slaves went and ate the meal, eagerly, in earnest they consumed it
all. My  Master then brought over my meal, the first of the day. I hadn't even
thought of  eating, considering all that had gone on so far. I had meat,
veggies and dog  food in my bowl. I didn't hesitate, delay or even ponder about
eating. My bowl  was emptied in under a minute. I ate so fast that I belched and
every person  there busted out laughing; a few laughs were those deep gut
busting ones. I  smiled and wanted to say `excuse me', but lord knows I knew
better than to  speak. What WAS a surprise though was, Master was the one who
used his fingers  to wipe my mouth and had me clean them off, before he wiped my
face clean. Gosh,  that was sweet. He leaned towards my ear and softly told me
that tonight, after  the others were gone; that He and Cody had special plans
for me. Master smiled  that angelic smile, turned and went back to His
friends. Cody never, never,  tells me anything, i.e. `special  plans'.

I hadn't noticed, but while Master was with me while I ate, several slaves
had  gone into the house. Once Master had moved out of the `line of sight' to
the  doorway I could see something that brought terror and fear back into my
life.
Each  of the slaves (4) had a wooden pole laying upon his shoulder. They were
walking  side by side. In between the poles, hung by wrists and ankles, face
down, was  Trey. He wasn't gagged nor blindfolded. He just was hanging there,
helpless and  what look to me like a broken toy. I think his tears had long
since dried up. He  didn't have the strength to even raise his head. Here was
this, once Greek God;  hairless, powerless, demoralized and so close to passing
out.

The procession continued until they got right in front of me, then they
uniformly came to a halt. The other slaves, with all the masters helping,  brought
forward another part of the frame that I was attached to. This part was  left
near the feet of Trey. The slaves, as commanded, moved slowly forward
placing the two closests ends of the poles into the same rings that were holding  my
wrist chains. The rear ends of the poles, were placed in like rings on the
other part of the frame. The slaves moved away, leaving Trey hanging on the
poles, directly in front of me; with only inches between us. I could see into
his down cast eyes. The look of defeat shown clearly. There was another look as
 well, but I couldn't tell exactly what he wanted his eyes to say. That
nicely  adorned wooden box, from before, was brought forward and placed under Trey.
 Master came forward and raised the lid. I looked in, and I almost lost my
lunch  just from the sheer horror of its' content.


End of   Part Fourteen

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