Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 16:24:36 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 17

I wished that I could remember everything that happened to my body, once I
had  passed out from the pain. I was only told of what many men did with me,
versus  feeling everything. Nonetheless, what ever took place is `history', so
they say.  I will try to relate, to you, what they told me happened; if there
is  time.

I only know that when I started coming back to my senses, I knew something
was  hugely different. Heck, I could hear voices and noises. That was a huge
surprise! What I felt though was really different to anything I had ever felt.
After a minute or two I figured out that I was lying on a bed of straw. Soft
yet  itchy.

"How are you doing, you feeling ok?" a voice asked.  I took the voice to be
that of Cody. I semi-nodded my head indicating that I was at least alive,
perhaps not all that well. I was laying on my side with my knees drawn up a
little, and my open mouth was beginning to fill with bits and pieces of the
straw. Someone came forward and raised my head and shoulders, as someone else  was
moving my body so that I was on my back. Who ever was re-arranging my body,
made sure that my legs were kept bent at the knees and widely spread.  The
person controlling my head placed my shoulders firmly in his lap. He began to
clean my head, gently removing some of the straw, which had clung on due to my
sweating.  Fingers slowly began twisting the screws on the mouth spreader.
Although the spreader was not removed, the lesser tension on my jaw was a
needed  relief. "I'm going to spray your mouth with cool water, so don't get
rattled.  AND don't forget to swallow the best you can." Now I knew that this
voice was  belonging to Trey. The cool water felt like a blessing from heaven. The
gentle  cool spray inside my mouth was better than giving a condemned man his
last meal.  Trey, took a couple of fingers and raised my lips as far as he
could and sprayed  my gums as well. He took out any and all straw that he could
get his fingers on.  He sprayed a lot of water over the tongue brace so some
of it would go between  that and my tongue. " I really do love seeing you with
this mouth brace on. It  is such a marvelous piece of equipment." Trey said.
My response to that would  have been `fuck you'.

My mind was slowly and steadily getting back to reality. I could feel all of
my  skin now. I could feel all of my body rings. I knew that my hole had been
worked  until somebody was satisfied. I knew that all my limbs were working
and that  nobody had cut anything off. Trey continued spray inside my mouth
while Cody was  washing my body. I heard other voices, but they seemed to be a
little distant.  There were some nice and not so nice words exchanged between my
two caregivers.  I hoped, once again, that they would not get to worked up
with each other. "  Good to see `boy' awake and doing so well' my Master
bellowed. His voice caught  the other two off guard and they went silent in a hurry.
"Let me have a look  see, and check our `boy' out for a minute, please."
Master moved my limbs, my  lips and my knees to take a look. "Cody, I think you
have neglected something."  Master said with sternness in His voice. "Sorry
Sir" Cody sheepishly said.  Without seeing, I knew what it was. Cody had left
my side and had gotten on his  knees in front of Master. Master was making
those little moans and noises, which  some guys make when they are getting their
dick worshiped. While the two of them  were doing their thing, Trey took over
the job of washing me off. I sort of  figured out that Master had heard the
chatter between the two of them and only  came in to run interference. By making
Cody give oral gratification to Masters  cock, told Trey that Master was
siding with him on this instance. I was  beginning to feel that I was the pawn in
the middle of a `jealousy' feud. I sure  don't need to be thinking of that
during my weekends, that is for certain!  Master told Trey that it was way past
feeding time, and for him to get my meal  prepared and then to feed me. Gently
he laid my head down and left. I could hear  Master and Cody; they were both
still locked up in the throws of passion. A  passion each had for the other. I
guess Trey has already seen Cody bring  pleasure to Master, although I'm sure
from the feeling I got from his lap, the  sight still brought his cock to an
erect state.  I don't feel that there  are any bad feelings just because of the
relationship Master has with Cody. I  mean, after all, they were together way
before Trey entered the  picture.

Trey returned with my meal, and both Master and Cody were still doing their
thing. Trey, again, sat down and had my shoulders in his lap. I sure wished he
 wasn't wearing clothes! He had me push down with my elbows so that my head
was  elevated; then he put that feeding thing in my mouth and squeezed my meal
down  into me. I didn't gag as much this time. I knew what to expect. Smart
me. My  stomach soon filled, and I felt satisfied; but Trey kept on shoving the
mush  down my throat. I got the feeling, sort of like, when you eat to much
and you  need to scurry off fast to the bathroom. He completed his task shortly
after I  started having those potty urges. He then told me to slowly get
myself into my  normal position.

With a lot of hesitation, I moved, negotiated, my body into the correct
posture.  Trey rapidly placed heaps of straw between my outstretched knees. Smart
move on  his part, to say the least. No sooner than he was done, my bowels let
loose. Oh  baby! What a relief that was.  What I didn't know was, he had been
told to  put something `special' in this meal so that I would empty out
immediately. No  discomfort, no cramps; just one hell of a healthy dump. Grease
logs and whatever  was soon heaped upon the bed of straw. As fast as he had put
the straw down, he  had shoveled it all back up and carted it away. Trey sure
is getting a heck of a  lot of training these past 6 or 7 days, I thought.

With my own noises, I failed to hear the ending to Masters pleasures. Oh
well!  Trey cleaned off my backside and returned to my head. I could tell that he
was  now kneeling in front of me. I thought perhaps he wanted servicing from
my mouth  hole. Instead, his cock was soft and he just laid it on my tongue
plate and let  his piss gush down my throat. "That should keep you satisfied for
a while" he  said.

I began to hear `slaps' on butts. I heard orders being given, to both slaves
and  the other `boys'. Before long, someone put a leash on my collar and led
me out  of this area. I too got a few hand slaps on my ass, as we went to a
different  part of the stable. My walk wasn't long at all. From the straw
covered floor to  a hard surface.  I bumped into bare arms and legs along the way.
Were these  slaves or `boys', I wondered?  No need to wonder long. My trainer
tugged  strongly on the leash as another voice told US to step up onto our
platforms.  The `step up' was not a big one, which was helpful. Hands were soon
busy getting  me prepared for the next road of my journey. My wrists were
again fastened to  this platform. My ankles were brought up and fastened to my
thighs (shit, damn)  and then they took my knees and spread them out but the
spread didn't seem to  wide, or at least not as wide as they had done times
before.  Perhaps the  platform I was on was not as big or wide as Masters'. I was
assuming that the  others were getting the same treatment as I was; if in fact
they were being  trained like myself.  I heard a loud sort of `metallic'
sound. I was coming  closer with each breath I took. Whatever it was, was now
directly in front of  me. The next feeling I got was this metal thing pressing up
against my  shoulders, and before they were done two vertical bars were
pressed either side  of my neck. What was going on? What now? This is all so new to
me that I  couldn't think; I couldn't even imagine what was going on.

It  didn't take long to find out. First, they re-attached the weights to my
nipples  but I honestly think they were heavier than the first ones; perhaps it
was just  the soreness. A leather strap was tied to my snout ring and then
tied off above  my head.  My earrings were done with weights again, also.
Someone was  working my plumbing so that it now flowed, with great relief, into a
container  or someone's mouth; don't' know, don't care.
In like manner weights hung my  both of my dick rings. I thought for a moment
that this was sort of like the  last day, of last weekend. How wrong was I!

"OK! Everybody listen up" a new voice bellowed.  " It has been brought to
MY attention, that some of you are either complaining, or wanting to see the  `
boys' treated equal. Let ME tell YOU, that this is not always going to happen.
 AND I have the strongest feeling that all this crap is coming from the bed
slaves via their masters. This sort of trash thinking SHALL cease as of now!!"
 Holy shit this master is pissed off. God help us  all!


NOTE: Perhaps here is a good place to let the reader  know about these
masters, including my Master. Over the past several years they  all got together,
with like interest in slaves and `boys'. But the main reason  they got together
will surprise you, indeed. Well, to keep it as short as  possible <g>.  Years
ago master Ron, the shrink, came to the  conclusion that older gay men didn't
have a special place to retire, to live  with assistance or even have a
nursing home of their own.  He put himself  in heavy debt, at first, to purchase a
large retirement facility. Through  residents moving out or passing on, the
place was soon filling up with just gay  males. How cool is this?!!!!  Now, with
the help of trade journals, etc.,  master Ron located the other five masters;
each with a different specialty. So  now, besides each having their own
private practice, they each own a part of  these retirement facility. The older gay
men have a great community. And if one  needs assistance, there is always
somebody there to help them. If one needs to  be placed in the nursing home wing,
there are plenty of qualified aides there to  help them. Yes, I know what you
are thinking. Indeed all the paid staff is gay.  Yes all the staff is male.
And, which is a treat for them all, is when the  slaves go to visit with them
once or twice a month.  215 happy campers for  sure.  Ok back to my training,
least you get  bored.

"Just so everyone will be on an even keel here, I order that all the head
coverings be removed from these `boys'". In a flash I could see again. But, I
was too scared to move my eyes. I couldn't move my head, that was for sure.
The  bars next to my head were preventing me from looking to far on either side
of  me. I did see the `boys' on each side of me, but not the one furtherest
from me.  What we were in was a modified cow thing that they use on farms. Holy
cow pies!  You know, what they put a cow in when they get milk from it. I was
the only one  with a snout ring. The `boy' to my right was looking
petrified. I don't know if  he was scared or just shocked at seeing me for the first
time. Neither of the  two had a mouth retainer like I had, but the `boy' on my
left had the longest  tongue. Maybe due to the two rings on his tongue or the
weights hanging from  them, I don't know. The three of us appeared to be
around the same age, or  perhaps they were a little younger than  me.

"Alright you faggots load them `boys' up and be quick about it." Shivers
went  through me again. Grease log after grease log was shoved mercilessly into
my  hole. By the way the logs were going in, I knew neither Cody nor Trey
would be  so mean to my body and that it had to be another slave. The heavy steel
sac  stretcher was swinging so much that my nads were getting slapped by  it.

"Since all of the `boys' have testicles (still), we have decided that they
should all look alike, at least for today. Although one of the `boys' has a
special weight attached to his scrotum, all four of them shall have
look-a-like  sacs. BULL SACS!! What they are going to go through will be long and
painful.  BUT you faggots are to blame for their pain and suffering.  That is with
the exception of mister Trey. He has not spoken a word out of place. He and
only  he is not to blame here, this day, this time. YOU SLAVES are totally at
fault  now! AND when we get the `boys' set for the night, each master is going
to take  a slave other than his own and severely punish him." Good god
almighty, have  things gotten out of control today or what?  Jesus Mary and  Joseph!!

There was dead silence in the stables. Hell you couldn't even hear the wind.
You  could only feel the heat of the moment. If I had been smart, I would of
ventured  a look to either side of me to see if the others were sweating as
much as  me.  I heard footsteps going away from us. Still deathly quiet. The
steps  soon came back, inching themselves right in front of each `boy'. In front
of me  was a different master. NO! This couldn't be happening to me. Where is
my  Master? Where is Trey and Cody? I held back nothing as the tears flowed
and weak  sobs came out of my mouth  hole.

"Now then, let me explain to all here, what is going to happen next." The
voice  still mad, mean, upset barked out. "All FOUR `boys' are going to have
their  scrotums stretched. Some of the stretching will leave lasting results.
BULL  BALLS! I only hope that all four scrotums stay large. This will truly be a
 defining moment in their lives, and yours as well.  Slaves that have the
privilege of living with a `boy' should never ever speak ill about what the  `
boy' must endure. What each master desires and wants is his business. But,
since you slaves have talked amongst yourselves and desire to see an equal  `
training', SO BE IT!  I will be so pleased to inflict pain and suffering  on a
slaves body tonight. Learn the lesson well, slaves!"  Whew, I'm not  sure who is
going to get the worst of the deal. Them, or us but assured none of  us will
escape without  pain.

Speech completed, I saw Trey walk past me pushing one of those medical poles
that nurses hang IV bags from. Back and forth he went, each `boy' getting a
pole  left next to his head. The last time Trey went past me he was totting a
Styrofoam cooler. Each master reached into the cooler and brought out two
clear  bags. When the master in front of me took out the two bags, I knew I was
in deep  shit. He hung the bags on the pole. Trey next delivered each master a
tray  wrapped in that hospital stuff with sterile markings on it. The master
in front  of me proceeded to move to my butt.

Cold liquid was being applied to my sac. My nads wanted to shrink and hide
but  the heavy stretcher prevented their escaping. "None of the `boys' shall
receive  numbing medication nor will they be getting pain killers the remainder
of the  day" shouted the master.  That said, I felt a sharp needle stick.
Master  had stuck me just below the scrotum weight. He then untied my nads so that
they  hung together instead of being separated. He attached vinyl clear
tubing to the  needle and then moved back to my head. The loose end of the tubing
was connected  to the first bag of liquid. If I had to guess, I would say that
each bag  contained about a quart of liquid. When the master knew that each
other master  had completed his or her connections, he spoke once  again.

"Alrighty then. Each `boy' is going to receive an infusion of saline into
his  scrotum. The solution in these bags has been chilled to near freezing,
which  will cause torturous pain. The solution will be administered slowly into
each  `boy'. The goal here shall be to see which scrotum stretches the
fartherest and  the quickest. In their positions, it could be possible to see the
scrotum touch  the platform. IN FACT, we shall continue the training until one of
the `boys'  sac indeed does touch his platform. Besides the cold causing
pain, the sheer  weight of the solution will also cause each `boy' to sooner or
later begin to  scream his lungs out. The one `boy' with a mouth spreader
shall be allowed to  keep his spreader in place, as that is the wish of his
Master. When the first  bag is empty, the second bag will be used. This will go on
until the goal is  met. NOW SINCE THERE ARE NO QUESTIONS, LET US  BEGIN!!

The air inside the tube was released and the liquid started to flow. The
first  couple of drops told me that the master told the truth. My nads wanted to
run  away and hide but the sac weight kept them in place, taking the cold. The `
boy'  at the end, started crying and begging for this to stop. Instead of him
getting  slapped for speaking out, the `boys' true master sought out his
slave and  slapped the slave hard across the face. So the slave was going to
receive the  discipline for the `boy'. A fitting punishment for speaking ill of
the `boys' I  thought.  <G>

Shock is all I can say with what occurred next. Mirrors were placed in front
of  each `boy'. This was the first time I had seen myself in almost two
weeks. It  was the first time I had seen a hairless and decorated me. I almost didn'
t know  who I was looking at.
"Now then, each `boy' can be witness to his own  transformation." Master
Nathan said, in sort of sarcastic way.
End of Part  Seventeen

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