Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 22:40:52 EDT
From: BoyNfla941@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 9

I was never so glad that this day was coming to an end. I was  beginning to
think that with all these masters and slaves around that the  entire weekend
would have been `non-stop'.  My only concern (worry) was that  Trey was in the
room with Cory and myself.  I had wanted to only hear, smell,  and feel Cory
and no one else. The surprise of having Trey here for the  weekend made me
nervous and a bit terrified.
The two of them finally got me all unhooked, unstraped from the  training
bench.
Cory told me to slowly, very slowly let my legs  down to the ground and begin
to back off and away from the bench. With my  `new' hands this was not the
easiest thing to do, as I couldn't use my  fingers to assist me.  The  skin on
my back and butt ached, as the skin seemed to stretch every time I  even more
an inch. My mouth was so sore from the steel gag and the dildo  rape that I
found it best to just keep my mouth closed, for  now.
Once I had gotten myself to the ground, I knew to maintain the  proper
position. My nipples hadn't been affected by all the training  (yet), were
constantly being stretched by the weight of the new `gigantic'  nipple rings. Pain was
not a factor with dealing with the nipples for now.  The rings just hung
straight down as they were intended to.
My cock felt the largest amount of discomfort. With the two rings  dangling
from the head, the rings really swayed with even the slightest  movement.
Having two rings is something that I will never understand. But  since now my
dickhead was split into two sides the rings must seem  appropriate to Master. There
was nothing at present connected to my  catheter, which I again was thankful.
More thankful that I couldn't feel  if any piss was coming out. Not to have
control over your bladder, in this  way, is really good. At least I never had
to mention if I needed to piss.  Pissing was `automatic', compliments of my
Master.
My legs, long since, had stopped cramping. They were still attached  via the
ankle cuff to my upper thigh. With the knees incased in the soft  material, I
was able to withstand the weight of the body a heck of a lot  better. I was
great to still be able to wiggle my toes. At least I hadn't  lost that part
during my transformation.
Any way, Trey was the first to speak again.  "Well Cory, what do you normally
 do with him now?"  How nice, I  have gone from my worldly name to `boy' and
now this skinny fucker has  added `him'. I could shit on his face right
about now, but I know that  would not be a proper thing for me to do; especially
since Trey thinks he  wants to be a master. Oh well, I suppose all could be
worse. I think, the  fact that Trey is here is what is upsetting to me, not the
fact that he is  a `top'. Perhaps what is making me mad, is that I wished I
had known about  Trey long before now.
" Well, first `we' have to get him cleaned up, Master likes us all  to be
squeaky clean." Cody said. Cody continued his dialog with Trey. "We  need to
remove his new hands, his knee covers, but still leave his eyes  covered. After
his bath, we need to clean his piercings well and apply  anti-biotic ointment
to each ring. `Boy' is going to have a bitch of a  time learning to eat with
that new nose ring hanging down so far". Trey  laughed saying, "bitch is
about the right word for him, after what his  fucking ass and mouth have taken
tonight." Cory replied, " boy is not a  bitch, and never will be. Boy will
always be `boy' and not a bitch." One  must learn not only to teach and train his
slave or `boy' but to properly  care for him 24/7.  Use and  abuse, without
proper care will only make a masters life miserable. So  much can happen
without proper care. The worst thing is his mental  attitude towards the master and
any others."
This is getting good!   Cory sounds like he is on a roll. Go Cory! Preacher
man Cory! Trey,  the arrogant bastard, needs pay attention to all of this.  But
then, Trey never paid much  attention to, or care, for anything. His parents
saw to that by showering  him with anything and everything he ever wanted or
needed. I think, they  used to say, "born with a golden spoon in his mouth" if
memory serves  correctly. Control myself. I was smiling and laughing inside,
and hurting  on the outside.
"Trey, you must learn to do everything you see me do. You may not  have a
slave to help you and if you only have one, then a lot of things  you must do
yourself. A true master must know and learn, so that he can  also become a
teacher in future times. So let's get `boy' ready for a warm  soapy bathing. You
can get the water into the pail and put in a little  liquid soap. I'll get his
attachments off of him.
I wiggled and stretched my fingers and I don't think I stopped  doing that
until the bath was over with. Not having my collar on seemed so  weird. Not
normal.  The water  and soap combination felt so good, until it got on my back. I
muttered out  a small sound and my eyes watered up with tears. I knew I had to
endure  this, just as Cory knew that he had to complete this task. Both of
them  continued the cleaning, from my finger tips on down to the tips of my
toes. Cleaning my ass lips was no easy thing for me to endure. After all  the
clothespins and fists my asshole was `plum wore out'. Cory had gotten
underneath me and gently cleaned my dick and slide the cinch ring down a  little so he
could wash beneath it. Trey cleaned my chest but was none to  gentle when he
was washing my nipples. I moved and moaned and that brought  out another sermon
from Cory to Trey... I loved it, every fucking word of  it. Cory even cleaned
my ears with what felt like a cotton swab. That was  really nice of him too.
After the washing, I was ever so gently rinsed off and allowed to  `air dry'
. The cinch ring was moved back into place and I felt `normal'  once again. I
knew from before, that Cory would not fail to insert my  earplugs before
Master came back, but my ears were still free. Free, that  is, except for these
steel rings hanging down. A cold spray hit the end of  my nose and again the
nose went semi-numb. Cory was moving the ring around  making sure it was free of
blood and slime, I guess.
I figured that the only reason I didn't receive an enema was due to  having
two of them already today, and with nothing in my stomach all  should be clean.
But, without fail the ice cold logs began to go inside  the hole. I knew from
the conversation that Trey was given this task. I  felt three logs enter then
the butt plug was put back in place. Both of  them put my hand coverings back
on, as well as the knee cushions. Except  for them not putting my ankles back
up, I was finished with this bit of  training.
Cody left the room, but soon was back with my meal. Trey laughed. I  guess he
laughed because he had never seen a human eat this way, or else  he was just
laughing because it was I.  Cody saw no humor in anything and  promptly
informed Trey that this is normal for a `boy' and please refrain  from the laughter
because it is not a proper attitude to have.  Trey went silent. I sort of
knew  that Cody would be giving Master a report on Trey at days end. Don't you
just love it!
"Since the `boy' is getting ready to eat" said Trey, "I think I  will go
take a piss then go outside with the others and see what they are  doing". Cory
immediately jumped onto that statement. " No Trey, you can't  leave to piss,
nor can you go outside. Master told you to stay with me. If  you ever expect a
slave to obey orders, then you too must follow my  Masters orders while you
are here and under His supervision. If you need  to piss, then you use `boys'
mouth to do so. Just kneel down in front of  him and he will gladly open his
mouth once he feels your cock touch the  lips."
Trey positioned himself just like Cory had said. When his cock head  touched
my mouth I opened up and felt the cock slide in and rest on my  tongue. I
waited and waited but no piss.  I suppose Trey was a tad `piss  shy'.  Finally
piss started to  flow and as I had been trained to do, I swallowed every last
drop. I then  started to suck and lick the last few drops from the cock head. O
man, did  I want to burst out laughing. Trey's cock went hard instantly. That
just  made me suck harder and faster. I swallowed every inch he had. I think
he  wanted to pull his cock out, but he didn't know if he should. Happiness of
the heart is what I was feeling. I wonder if Treys face was turning red, I
sure hoped it was. I had his whole dick in my mouth, but none of it went  down
my throat. Now I ask you, a short dicked `wannabe master'. Cory's  cock
easily made it down my throat. You just have to love that. I felt  pubic hair on my
lips and knew Trey had no more to give. Yuk, that pubic  bush had to go.
So much for swallowing piss. Cory placed my food bowl under my nose  and said
to me, "boy, this meal is a lot different from the others you  have had. For
the rest of the weekend your meals will change each time.  This meal is half
of what you had been eating and the other half is what  you will be eating in
the future. Each meal will be different until  Monday. Monday you will only be
eating `normal and proper' food." I can  say with certainty that the smell of
the meal was different. "you will  have difficulty eating due to your new
permanent ring hanging from your  nose, so take your time and think it through on
how to accomplish eating  without to much of a mess." I almost gagged. My
meal was awful. I could  handle the smell, but the taste was way to gross for me.
Cory was stroking  my head and verbally attempting to comfort me as I ate the
meal. Every  couple of bites I could taste `human' food but could not figure
out the  rest. It was not up to me to "figure out" so I didn't pay my mind
any more  attention. "God Damn, Holy Shit. The fucker is eating canned dog food,
"  Trey blurted out. "Yes" said Cody "And now that `boy' knows what he is
eating and going to be eating, perhaps you too would like a sample of  it."
Thanks but no thanks,  said Trey. " Oh indeed, if a master expects his slave
or `boy' to eat this  meal then it is only right and just that the master have
at least had a  spoonful himself." Cody stated that so eloquently, don't you
think?  And with that, like magic, a  spoonful of the food appeared. Handing
the spoon to Trey, and saying "eat  up; enjoy."
I had the feeling that Trey wanted to gag and puke  but I didn't hear
anything coming from his direction. Macho Trey, always,  according to him, the best.
How could I of ever thought about wanting him  to have sex with me when we
were both in college together.
My meal over, Cory had Trey clean my mouth off. He made sure to  have Trey
use his fingers first and to put them in my mouth. I sucked  those fingers like
they were a cock and Cody politely said to Trey, " it  has been a week or more
since `boy' has sucked on a real cock to drain it  of seed. So I am guessing
he is keeping his sucking talent in proper  working order by working on your
fingers." Trey was silent, but he did  manage to yank his fingers out of my
mouth. Trey may have been the one  fisting me and I'd bet anything that he had a
hard-on the whole time; but,  I knew I was driving him insane by sucking his
fingers that way and the  way I sucked the piss off his cock earlier. God, I
was loving this part of  my training. How could I be humiliated anymore around
Trey? NOT!  Trey then used a warm cloth and  wiped my face and made sure the
nose ring was clean.
Cody came close and told me that he was now going to get Master and  then I
would be positioned for sleep. "POSITIONED?" fuck this! I just want  to sleep
like anybody else does. Trey stayed behind while Cody went  outside to inform
Master that I was properly prepared. Trey noticed that  my earplugs were still
out. Shit, he was going to leave them out so that  Trey would get punished
again. Boy oh boy, was I wrong. Trey put the  earplugs in. Thanks Trey.
Master returned with Cody and all the others. I felt someone moving  my feet
around. My feet were now being covered with the same sort of  leather as were
my hands. New hands and now new feet. I didn't care about  the coverings if
they would only let my legs be untied. Not to be. I felt  a multitude of hands
on my body. It was a hell of a lot more than six. I  was lifted up, turned over
and placed on a semi-soft pad. I could tell by  the feel of the pad that I
was on the floor and not a bench.
My feet did lay flat on the pad, even though they were tied to the  upper
leg. Then the legs were pulled wide. No surprise there. Some sort of  a bar was
then attached to the knees, keeping them far apart. My new hands  were once
again attached to chains and then were pulled wide, from the  body but not
upwards very much. So far, I could handle all this, so leave  me alone and let me
sleep. I felt hard plastic on my lips so I opened my  mouth, which was the
proper and `normal' thing to do. A large diameter  plastic pipe was put gently
between my teeth and into my mouth about two  inches. Little did I know that the
other end was resting on the bar  between my legs. Attached to the other end
of the plastic was a funnel.  One by one, EVERYBODY in my room came forward;
stood between my knees and  pissed into the funnel. My stomach became so full of
piss that I thought I  was going to burst wide open. While all this pissing
had been going on,  Master had been preparing my catheter for the night. Master
had taken the  free end of the tubing and greased it up a lot. He then had
pushed it  along side of the butt plug into my hole. He released the clamp on
the  catheter and piss flowed like the "Mighty Mississippi" up into my body.
When Master seemed pleased that my bladder was empty, he removed the  tubing
from my ass. Now I was full of piss instead of shit. The plug  prevented any of
the piss from dripping out.
Chains were attached to each side of my collar and they in turn  were
fastened to wall hooks. Ropes were used to tie my nipple rings up  vertically.
Likewise, ropes were used to tie the two dickhead rings  vertical as well. My nose
ring was tied with a leather strip and the free  end was tied firmly behind me;
keeping my nose ring resting on the bridge  of my nose. The earrings were
tied like the collar but with leather strips  not chain. I must look like
something from the dungeons of the  16th century. I didn't care; just leave me the
fuck alone so I  can sleep! If I were to move now, I wouldn't sleep but writhe
in pain.
Some fucking pervert was playing with my nad sack.  It briefly felt nice.
Once again  each nad was tied separate from the other. And, an extra strip of
leather  was wrapped just below my dick. The pressure was killing me, slowly. I
for  sure was going to die tonight. A sharp tug on my left nut and it was now
being pulled outward and upward towards the ceiling. Likewise the right  nad
was done in the identical manner. There was nothing more they could do  to me,
was there? Please Lord; let this end right here and now.
My nose picked up a smell of torture. Indeed, I smelled the Icy Hot
ointment. Not again. The cool, smooth ointment was spread on my dick and  my tortured
nads. Cool, then cold, then warm, finally fiery hot. Let me  die now, PLEASE!
I was lucky enough to feel the stick of a needle go into my right  butt
cheek. The pain from the ointment was making my lower body gyrate but  I did manage
to keep the upper part still (praise the lord). My nads were  ripping away
from my body. My dick was no longer attached to me and my  insides were now
outside. The medicine in the syringe was working and my  mind was playing tricks
on me, somewhat. I noticed the pain gradually ease  up, as my mind and body
fell off into a deep, glorious, much earned  sleep.
End of Part Nine...  of twenty five

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