Date: Wed, 15 May 2019 09:14:44 +0100
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: First Hand School Chapter 12

Day 16. The ring of steel

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God, last night turned into the longest night of my life. It's late
afternoon now and I'm only just recovering. What's more, I discovered that
Carl, Jay, Trent - fuck, everyone here! - seemingly knows me better than I
know myself.

So, last night I found myself unplugged for the first time in days. Jay
caught me by surprise and fucked me before I came back to Carl's room to
find out he wasn't here. Tired and slightly worried I would be blamed for
being unplugged, I went to bed.

At some point (maybe before midnight?) I woke up to feel that Carl had got
back and was sleeping next to me. As always, I was his spoon and I could
feel his body embracing and looking after mine. More importantly Carl
obviously had one of his regular night time boners, and I could feel his
big dick prodding my ass cheeks.

Even though I knew it was wrong, temptation got the better of me. After all
Jay had just fucked me and got me all worked up, now I really wanted to
feel Carl deep inside of me too. He had taken my cherry nearly a month ago
and I hadn't felt his dick inside of me since the incident in the gym. I
needed it bad.

I listened carefully to his breathing to check that he was truly asleep. It
was deep and regular, monotonous. Surely he must be asleep? What was the
harm in my backing up just a bit onto the tip of his cock? If I got caught
I could just say it was just an accident. No harm done!

I slowly and carefully repositioned my ass to line it up with the end of
his hard dick... Fuck! I could feel his bulbous helmet touching my soft and
fleshy pussy lips. These days they were always puffy, already ready to
welcome any cock or fist that was willing. The head of Carl's dick was
immense, but I was determined to swallow the tip.

Fuck! All of a sudden his cockhead slipped inside my fleshy mound. Pulled
inside more like. It felt so fucking good! It was like my hole had a mind
of it's own. It needed this. It wanted to sink the entire way down Carl's
thick shaft, never mind what I thought or wanted. And what a fucking
journey it was. I could feel the hard ridge of his helmet and I could make
out every thick vein as my ass sunk down on his cock. It was fucking
amazing! All the stretching I'd endured had made my hole massive, but
somehow I could feel every detail of his dick. It's not that I had clutch
per se, more my cunt enveloped his cock and embraced every detail.

I was secretly counting my blessings. I felt so satisfyingly full of so
dick that I couldn't believe it. I should have pulled back, but of course I
didn't, I couldn't. In fact, I made it worse. I rippled my cunt muscles
around his pussyplunger. What I hadn't been able to do with Jay, I could do
with Carl. Desire helped. Even though Carl was asleep, I wanted to show him
that I had perfect hole control from deep inside to the lips of my cunt.

Damn, I milked and suckled that cock like there was no tomorrow. All of it
with my ass muscles - I didn't move my body an inch! I was feeling so
fucking proud of myself that I forget where I was and who I was doing it
too. I was fucking milk-raping my tutor!

I lost track of time, lost in the rhythm of my pussy muscles, but all of a
sudden I felt Carl's dick swell and get even bigger. Fuck! Stop, stop! I
couldn't afford for him to find me in this position! I tried to pull away
and withdraw, but I was in way too deep. In fact I even felt Carl grab my
hips - seemingly still in his sleep - to unconsciously pull me nearer.
Seconds later he was awake and his scalding cum filled my boypussy.

FUCK. To say he was furious was an understatement. He was livid with anger.
The questions followed thick and fast. What the fuck did I think I was
doing fucking myself on his dick? What gave me the right? And why the fuck
was I unplugged?

I immediately apologised. Grovelled in fact. I explained about the machine
room, the alarm going off, Trent leaving me unplugged and then Carl taking
advantage of the situation to fuck me. I said over and over that being
unplugged wasn't my fault.

Carl looked at me, fury in his eyes and said that still didn't explain why
I had felt it was okay to fuck myself on his dick.

He was right. I had no answer other than lust.

That wasn't good enough for him. In fact I had never seen him so angry. He
was saying that he had been too good on me, too lenient. That I had this
coming for a long fucking time...

***

He reached over to the phone by his bed and pressed a direct number. In
seconds the attendant at the other end picked up. "Marcus? Carl here ... Is
the doctor still awake? ... Good, please ask him to come to my quarters ... No,
now. Tell him that Bobby Kunt is unplugged without permission. And that
he's been fucked without permission too ... Okay, thanks."

I didn't like the sound of this. Who was the doctor? How had I lasted two
weeks at the School without meeting this guy?

Carl got up and put on the clothes he'd evidently discarded by the side of
the bed. Even though it was gone midnight, he seemed to think nothing of
putting back on a pair of black leather chaps with two red stripes running
down each side, a leather vest and boots. The sight made my dick stir in
its cage, even as he explained who the doctor was. Apparently he was the de
facto headmaster of the School. The guy who had started it all. The title
doctor was an honorary one (he had no medical training) but it was
appropriate as he took a scientific and professional approach to
cunt-wrecking, a discipline he liked to instil in all the tutors.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door followed by a man -
obviously the doctor - stepping in. After two weeks days at the School and
the unlimited hours of porn and almost countless number of tops I'd met I
thought I'd seen it all, but no... The doctor was in his early fifties, but
to be honest he looked pretty timeless. The only give away was his tanned
skin and closely cropped white/grey hair. What really set him apart was his
uniform though. He was wearing a long laboratory coat made out of what
could only have been semi-transparent rubber, except this looked to be
incredibly thick. The 3 or 4mm of rubber was an intimidating sickly yellow
colour and hung in heavy drapes from his body.

Oh his left breast - just where they'd normally be a pocket - was some kind
of logo. I recognised the initials F.H.S. for First Hand School but the
drawing above had me beat. Fuck! It was a big, black fist punching its way
through a giant, red hoop. Well... I guess it beat a family crest.

Underneath his coat I could see glimpses of a more traditional bib and
braces type outfit, except these were made out of stark white rubber. His
sizeable bulge was covered by a removable cod piece, secured with
heavy-duty press studs. White rubber boots and long, thick gloves made out
of the same material as his lab coat completed the picture. He strode over
to us with purpose in every step.

"So this is the infractor, is it?" he asked.

"It is doctor, thank you for coming at such short notice" Carl replied.

"Well, the situation sounded serious... and I did have a little bit of time
to spare before checking in at the drop-in clinic. It never ceases to amaze
me just how busy it is. All those colleges with recalcitrant pupils, biker
gangs with members who have stepped out of line... hell, I think even one of
the local gay bars is bringing an unruly patron round for realignment this
evening. But here I am now... what's the problem?"

"Well, it's quite simple. Our burgeoning pussyboicunt got back from a
machine session with Trent this evening unplugged. Instead of calling for
help, he immediately put his butt out for Jay - got himself fucked on his
way back to my quarters. And then to compound things he fucked himself on
my dick whilst I was sleeping. I woke up to find him cunt massaging my cock
until I shot my load. Honestly, the bitch has no self-control and needs to
be disciplined."

Fuck. The doctor told me to get on all fours and assume the position so he
could inspect my hole for `evidence'. Soon he was prodding and poking my
ass with his thick gloves, using Jay and Carl's cum as lube. Every so often
a large portion of his hand would slip inside of me, before he withdrew and
painfully squeezed my cunt lips. He seemed to be taking a long time making
a decision.

"Okay Carl. Thanks for calling me in. It's almost a shame to do it, but I
agree with you. Young Bobby really does need to be severely disciplined.
Will you call up Marcus and ask him to bring the ring of steel?" said the
doctor.

Fuck! Two loads in my hole and I get punished with some crazy medieval
sounding torture device! Carl picked up the phone and asked Marcus to bring
the device.

Whilst I waited with trepidation, the doctor started talking to me directly
for the first time.

"You've been very a disobedient boy, Bobby. It's time you learnt that all
of your actions have consequences. Firstly, that you let yourself fall prey
to fucklust... you should be much stronger than that by now. You should know
that your cunt is made for fists not cocks. But more importantly, you've
been without a stretcher for several hours now and we need to make up for
lost time...

Five years ago I designed the ring of steel for just such circumstances and
I'm happy to say it's never failed me. It's for those moments when human
intervention has gone as far as it can, and for when you really need heavy
metal to do the job for you..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Moments later Marcus knocked and entered the room. I
don't know whether he was just going on duty (or going off-duty?!) but he
was wearing clothes that I'd never seem him in before. Normally he looked
quite prim and proper in slacks and a polo shirt, but now he was just
wearing chaps and boots. All this time he's been hiding the body of a
twunk, with a manly treasure trail that lead down to a surprisingly hefty
dick. I felt my cock stir. Shit, this was just what I didn't need.

In his hand he was carrying a large metal steel hoop, which he handed to
the doctor. "Thank you Marcus. Would you be kind enough to stay for the
procedure and lend a hand?"

"Absolutely. It would be a pleasure to see just our how little cunthole is
progressing. Especially if you're about to institute a full punishment
stretch..." replied Marcus.

Fucking hell, I was totally speechless. None of this was my fault. Well,
okay... I willingly fucked Carl's dick, but Jay had been the one who had
fucked me. He was the one who should be punished, not me!

I didn't have time to protest before the doctor showed me the device,
twisting and tilting it to show it's evil purpose. "Do you get the picture
Bobby? You're not going to transgress ever again, are you?" he asked.

My eyes went wide as I took in the aptly named ring of steel. It was made
up of a thick steel circle about 12" across. In the centre was a hexagon of
six, long, perfectly smooth and slightly concave pieces of metal. (Much
like the individual blades of a speculum, except this was no medical
device, no true `doctor' would ever inflict this on a patient!) Each part
of the hexagon was connected to the metal circle by long, adjustable bolts
that pointed towards the centre of the ring, much like spokes on a wheel.
It was immediately clear that the centre hexagon was designed to fit inside
my hole, and that each side could then be adjusted to stretch my cunt out,
from a couple of inches to a truly unimaginable 12". I was fucked.

The doctor lost no time in inserting the device into the centre of hole.
Immediately I felt the cold metal and if anything the lining of my ass
puckered up. It was quite a shock.

"Gentlemen, I wonder whether I might have your assistance? Six bolts and we
have six hands? If we could stretch our pussyboicunt in perfect unison
perhaps?" asked the doctor. Unsurprisingly, Carl and Marcus immediately
agreed and they moved into position around my ass. Somehow Carl choose what
must have been an awkward place to stand - his leather bound crotch
directly in my face and his body leant over my back. It can't have been
comfortable, thought it did give me a grandstand view of his heavy cock.
For a moment I was lost in being close up to his meat, both the turgid
shaft and heady smell of my ass and his ball sweat...

Christ! That all changed as the hexagon started to expand! Three guys and
one hand on each of the six wing nuts, slowly twisting them. My hole was
suddenly at the centre of my attention. For all the toys (and fists) I'd
taken, nothing felt so full or as intense as the stretch currently in my
ass. I had no idea how big they'd got, but I couldn't help but whimper,
moan and then cry out in pain. This didn't stop them, in fact it seemed to
do the opposite. I could fucking see Carl's dick firm up as I screamed -
the bastard was getting off on my pain! In seconds he was leaking pre, what
a fucking cunt!

Finally I heard the doctor tell the other two to stop. "There we go, a 6"
stretch should do it for the moment. That gives you room for future growth,
but it's enough to remind Bobby of his correct place in the world."

My god, only 6"?! I felt as if I was being reamed out, as if my hole was
being held open by a tunnel of steel. Which I guess it was. I suddenly
became aware that the room had got hotter and that the funky smell of sex
permeated the air. I guess it wasn't just Carl that had got turned on by my
punishment.

"Gentlemen, as it's Bobby first time with the ring, shall we baptise his
cunt?" asked the doctor. Baptise?! What the fuck did that mean? It was
difficult to think as my hole quivered with the stretch, my insides rapidly
cooling down from the totally open access my cunt presented to the world. I
must have looked nothing more than a tunnel made out of ass.

Carl quickly unclimbed away from my face. I looked aside to one of the many
mirrors in the room and awkwardly caught sight of the three men, all with
their dicks out, all furiously masturbating around my unobstructed hole. It
was an almost unbelievable sight. Carl and Marcus in their leathers, the
doctor in his rubber, all of them manhandling dicks that would make any
bottom swoon.

I could see that Marcus was getting close. It was then that I understood my
`baptism'. Each of them was going to mark my newly stretched cunt with
their loads. In quick progression each of them climaxed. I saw three thick
ropes of jism fly into the air and fall down into my cunt... but god damn my
hole was so distended and stretched I didn't feel a thing. All the cum but
none of the fun. Gits.

The mood of the room rapidly became serious. Marcus left and I heard Carl
and the doctor discuss my `continued punishment'. Something about combining
treatment 43 with procedure 15. In equipment room Omega. WTF? I didn't have
a fucking clue.

Carl told me to get up (no mean feat with such a rigidly overstretched
hole) and follow them out of the room. The doctor went one way, wishing me
- or was it Carl? - good luck, and we went the other.

***

It was extremely uncomfortable to walk with the ring of steel holding me
open. I wasn't so much walking as waddling, my legs splayed wide apart by
the punishing device. Everything was made worse by the few tutors up and
about at this time of night laughing at me. The humiliation of being naked
and waddling down a corridor with cum dribbling down my legs was not lost
on me.

We walked into a part of the building that I didn't recognise. Rather than
the slightly anodyne professionalism of the living quarters we'd just come
from, this part seemed more industrial. We went through a large set of
steel doors that opened up onto a long corridor that stretched into the
distance. The passage was dark, but punctuated by rough concrete pillars
and pools of light from rusty metal lamp shades hanging on chains from the
ceiling. The walls looked like they'd been tiled many years ago, but now
resembled a chipped and battle scared institution that had seen a lot.
Except this institution smelt of sweat, burnt tobacco and ass.

As we slowly made our way down the corridor we passed a battered door every
five or ten metres. Each one had a label on it. They were small, but every
so often I could just about make one out. Alpha: surgical enhancements...
Gamma: enhanced cum production... Iota: mechanical ball manipulation... Sigma:
submersion... Kappa: arsehole realignment... This was all feeling increasingly
ominous - as if the steel holding my arse open wasn't menacing enough!
Every so often I heard strange sounds and noises I couldn't identify. It
was difficult to know if they were human, beast or machine.

A long way down we finally we got to room Omega: depth training. Fucking
hell. I honestly hadn't known what to expect but this sounded serious. I
suddenly became acutely conscious of how deep (or shallow?!) Carl and
everyone else who had fisted me recently had managed. Not that far if I'm
honest, maybe not even halfway up the forearm. This session was obviously
going to change all of that.

Carl nudged me in and directed me to the large mechanical bench in the
middle of the room. It looked like one of those orthopaedic beds that could
be raised or lowered, except this one was far more insidious with multiple
levers and pistons. I can't remember medical beds being made out of black,
heavyweight metal either, nor coming with thick leather restraints every
few inches.

I tried to sit down on the bench, but the ring of steel really did reduce
my mobility. It was impossible to bend my body and get up on to the
platform. Carl could see I was struggling and told me to step away. "Omega
room. Raise bench to vertical" he said out loud. For a moment I was
confused, but then the angle of the bench started changing, slowly moving
from horizontal to vertical. The equipment must be voice activated! (I
remember wondering why this room needed voice activation and didn't use
touch screen controls like the rest of the School... given how much lube Carl
was about to use I soon found out.)

Carl took me by my upper body and led me to the bench, forcing me to stand
upright with my back towards the padding. In seconds he began to tightly
secure me with the thick leather straps. It felt as if each of my body part
was being restrained individually and multiple times over. I could barely
move. When he was done he looked me in the eyes and said "remember, you
deserve this pig."

I know I should be up for anything that contributes to the development of
my cunt, but right now I was intimidated as fuck. My training had been
going so well that I hadn't needed to be tied down in days, but now I was
trussed up and the ring of steel was causing hell in my ass. The stretch
felt so god damn big that all I wanted was to be released. Surely this had
gone on for long enough? But of course not...

"Omega room. Rotate bench 180 degrees" commanded Carl. Immediately the
bench started tilting and my entire body was upended. In seconds I was
completely upside down and I suddenly understood why there were so many
restraints. I felt blood begin to rush to my head. I couldn't work it out
though. Surely this wasn't the best position for ass play, and as wide as
the steel ring was, my hole wasn't easily--

"Omega room. Separate legs 30 degrees, deploy head brace" said Carl. Fuck!
I now knew why each part of my body had been strapped up individually! My
legs must be attached to separate bench panels as I could feel them being
pulled apart. At the same time firm padding extended around the sides and
top of my head, both supporting and holding it still at the same time.
Damn. My hole was now perfectly accessible and open to the air.

Although my upside down head was secure I realised that there were several
mirrors at strategic positions around the room that let me see both my hole
and the surroundings. Carl was getting what looked like large jug-type
containers out of a high storage cupboard. Damn his ass looked great in
chaps from here! I don't think I'd ever seen him wear chaps with two
stripes before though, normally there was just a single red line.

Seconds later I was surprised to hear the sound of one of the School's lube
dispensers. The School goes through so much lube that each room has it on
tap, premixed. You could change the consistency at the pump, but the flow
rate was always the same. And that's why I was so surprised. By now I was
intimately familiar with just how long the pump needed to run to fill up a
standard session dose. Yet this time the pump was going on and on... A brief
break and the next container was filled. Jesus! How much lube does he need?!

Finally I saw Carl loading a small trolley with the giant canisters. I have
no way of knowing for sure, but each one looked about the same size as a
standard two-litre soda bottle, and there were five of them. The
anticipation was killing me. As was Carl's silence. Whilst he wasn't
exactly chatty, normally he talked and told me what to be prepared for.
This time? Nothing (and no way was I going to risk making things worse by
asking questions - no matter how much pain my hole was in).

He bought the trolley towards me and I finally found out what the lube was
for... He stood in front of me, leather chaps, boots and vest. Continuous
double red stripes running from the top of his boots to under his arms. I
could see him from multiple angles, looking serious, looking hot, looking
ready to use me.

He picked up one of the containers and starting pouring it into my open
hole, straight through the centre of the ring of steel. JESUS! The fucking,
the toy sessions, the fisting and the machine stretching... all of them have
carved a tunnel through my body. The ring of steel gave Carl completely
unobstructed access to this tunnel (I think this was the point at which I
truly recognised just how evil the device was). Carl was literally filling
me up with thick, slippery goop. I felt the coldness entering my guts, like
some kind of twisted reverse enema. It's unbelievable just how much he
poured, just how much I can hold...

The container looked to be about three quarters empty when I felt he'd
brimmed my cunt. Suddenly the lube was level with my pussy lips, held so
painfully open by the metal device. However, the coolness of the liquid
somewhat soothed my cunt flaps, blanched as they were by the cruel steel.

Carl put down the nearly empty container and stood poised over my
defenceless, vulnerable and now lube filled ffuckhole. He looked down at me
and said "ready pig? Now I'm going to show you what we do to cunts who go
off-reservation... Who give their asses away and get fucked without
permission!"

He plunged his clenched fist straight down into my open hole, right through
the middle of the steel ring. Immediately a giant cascade of lube poured
over my body, covering me from ass down to my to head. The thickness of the
lube didn't seem to hinder the speed at which Carl's arm descended into my
body and I soon felt his fist pushing against my inner holes. The deep
penetration of the fluid seemed to open everything up and smooth the
passage of his arm. He withdrew slightly and obviously changed his fist
into an eager cone, burying itself deeper and deeper into my body.

The mirrors around the room give me a ringside seat. Carl's leather clad
figure. My restrained upside down body. The giant steelworks holding my ass
open. Carl's arm slowly sinking further into my cunt as he eagerly explores
and probes. The lube run-off glistening over my body (and now dripping onto
my face). The high-tide mark on Carl's forearm as he withdraws and then
descends that little bit deeper every time. The feelings were amazing too.
Yes, the opening to my hole still hurt, but the arm burying itself inside
of me conquered all.

Every so often Carl would take another container of lube and refill my hole
to capacity. As he made a tunnel deeper inside of me it it took more and
more lube to brim me. Of course, all of this flowed over me as he punched
through the ring of steel and into my open hole again.

By the time he got close to his elbow I could sense that Carl was getting
more and more worked up. He was really getting in to this. "That's a good
cunt... I'm really working you open deep. I've got to admire just how much
work you can take these days boy. It's seriously impressive. Fuck, you make
me proud!"

My heart almost burst. Carl was deeper in my cunt than ever before and the
feelings were insane. I felt so alive I couldn't believe it.

It was then that I heard the door open and close with a large clang. I
looked in the mirrors and saw that it was Jay! He was now wearing a leather
outfit similar to Carl, also with red stripes running up his legs. The only
difference was that he was wearing a chest harness instead of a vest. He
had fucked me only hours before, and he was the reason I was in room Omega
being `treated'.

"How's it going boy, enjoying yourself?" he asked. Hang on? Surely if I was
being punished then he should be punished for breaking the rules too? I
tried to say as much, but what with Carl punching my guts and the lube
overspill running into my mouth it was pretty difficult. `Punishment' and
`your fault' were about the only words that got out.

Carl and Jay both laughed. Jay stood by my hole, clearly admiring the
movement of Carl's fists. "My fault?" he said. "This was all part of the
plan... ever since Carl asked me to breed you on your first morning here."

WTF? All that guilt, all that self-loathing? The punishment for sucking
Carl? Being selected to be a pussyboicunt? ALL A FUCKING PLAN?!

Carl could see the fire in my eyes. "Relax Bobby, you just concentrate on
taking my arm. Everything has been planned. Even tonight. There was no
alarm, we just thought it would be fun to remind you of the deep seated
cock hunger we've planted in you. Of course, Trent `accidentally' forget to
plug you. And then the good doctor wanted to see just how our star pupil
was shaping up... I knew you wouldn't be able to resist self-fucking yourself
on my dick, and so that's how we're here. Honestly, you're the one who's
responsible for all this."

I didn't know what to think. Responsible? Who could I trust anymore?
Myself? Jay? Carl? I felt completely lost. Carl soon bought me back to
reality by rotating his arm inside my hole and shaping me a new core. My
suspicions were overwhelmed by the need to be fisted - my cunt was hungry
and I wanted more, needed more. I moaned and groaned. "Please Sir, please
fist me some more. Don't stop, I don't care... just fucking fist me" I cried.

"Oh, I think we can manage that..." said Carl. He looked at Jay and told him
to pour another container of lube inside of me as my tank was running dry.
I could only imagine that there must have been a drain directly under the
bench as otherwise the entire room would be awash with spent lube.

Jay poured about a litre of fresh liquid into my hole and then asked how
long the ring of steel had been stretching my hole. Carl replied about two
or three hours. Some unspoken language went between them, as in seconds Jay
had put down the lube container and was spinning the wing nuts of the
stretcher. Mothercuntfucker! My hole got wider and wider. What had been six
inches across suddenly became seven, eight or more. My head was ready to
explode with the intensity!

Suddenly Carl withdrew his arm and I felt empty for the first time in
hours. Well, except for the litres of lube lining my ass. There were now
two hot men in leather standing in front of my hole. I could hear the lube
dripping off Carl's arm and falling onto the puddle on the floor... The two
men looked at each other, nodded, and then joined their hands together.
Their fingers intertwined, their palms touch, and they formed a perfect
double fist.

"Wait!" I cry out. "Not the double, I'm not ready for the double." I knew
from all the porn I'd watched just how momentous this occasion was. That
there was no turning back, ever.

Carl looked at me with contempt. "Christ Bobby, you've got to get better at
noticing the details. Didn't you see the double red strips running down our
gear? Surely you should have been mentally preparing yourself from the
moment you first saw my chaps tonight?" he said.

I had seen them but hadn't known what they meant, fuck! I wasn't given time
to reply as their double fists inevitably, horrendously plunged into the
giant lube filled cavern that is my cunt. A tidal wave of liquid overflowed
my hole, streaming down my body. Carl and Jay bottomed out, or at least as
far as their joint hole-wreckers could make safe passage. They twisted and
turned and rammed their united fists into me, rearranging my guts
permanently. Words can never do it justice.

Suddenly I realise that with their free hands they are jerking each other
off in perfect time. They pull their fists in and out of my hole, they
stroke each other's dick. I can feel they're getting close as the speed
builds up, ever more intense and powerful. I'm screaming out, fist me, fist
me, fist me! The sound sent them over the edge and their cum fired out of
their dicks.

Wow. I watch as they kiss each other, the two men in my life. I'm both glad
that I've made them happy and also slightly scared at what has just
happened. Yes I know... all for the further development of my hole. But that
was intense! And both their arms were still inside of me now.

Slowly they withdrew... suddenly the endorphins left my body and I realise
what has just happened. I'm conscious of just how long I've been hanging
upside down and how racked with pain my hole is. It's all too much. The two
men must sense this and become different men of action. They wipe down the
lube from their arms and Carl starts to fiddle with the ring of steel.

I assume he's going to remove it and I start thanking him. "Not so fast,
little pig. I'm just taking off the stretch a bit. You fucking me tonight
may have been part of our plan, but the truth is that you still fucked me.
You're not getting off that easily."

I was in too much pain to be confused. He reduced the wing nuts down to
about half their size, which at least felt manageable. Carl commanded the
bench to rotate 180 and I was slowly bought back to a standing position.
Jesus! The amount of lube that flowed out of my hole was sickening! I
couldn't believe how much I'd held, were my insides really that big? My
entire body was now drenched. It looked like I had bathed in it - I felt
sticky and truly rank.

Carl and Jay unshackled my restraints and I could finally stand again,
though as the blood was rushing back to my head and my legs were shaky I
needed help. They guided me down the corridor and back to Carl's room, me
leaving a trail of ass slime like a demented snail. It was gross.

They made a bed for me in Carl's playroom. Said that I was too noxious to
sleep in Carl's bed. I asked whether I could at least shower and douche my
hole out. Jay laughed and said I should be grateful of the lube, it would
stop my ass from drying out. I was too tired to argue and I fell asleep in
seconds.

And so that's how I woke up. Covered in a crusty layer of lube and my hole
held painfully open by the ring of steel. Thank god I was at least allowed
a shower this morning. The insides of my cunt feels fucking weird
constantly exposed to the outside air. It makes me hope to god that the
ring doesn't become a permanent fixture. If it is there's no way my hole is
ever coming back.

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Next: Bobby gets taken for a very `special' treatment...

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