Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 23:46:53 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part23

In the darkest hour just before the land would begin to see the sun rise, I
started to wake up. With my eyes beginning to open into a dark world, my brain
 was telling me of the silence that surrounded me. The fragrance of males
engulfed my sense of smell.

A gentle light began to appear off in the distance, close to a wall. I
faintly  saw a male form, or was it just a shadow. Whichever it was, it began
getting  closer and closer to me. To my surprise it was Cody's master.  How
long had he been there?

Rubbing the shoulder of Master Trey, bringing him out of his sleep as well.
Master Peter and his `boy' were still sound asleep and in the semi-darkness
they  look almost like little angels laying only inches away from my  face.

The two masters quietly exited the room, but left the door slightly ajar. I
could smell the tell-tale fragrance of coffee as the odor permeated the  room.

Still silent, Master Trey came forward with a large urine collection bag and
drained my bladder. Now I was more awake and the `full bladder syndrome' was
 gone. Next came a long bladder rinse, which, I'm assuming is what Master
learned  about just a few minutes  earlier.

The flicker of light, which I had just seen apparently, was coming from one
of  those little lights that doctor's use when they shine it into your eyes
during  an exam. Master Trey was cleaning the area around my hole. Since I had
been  permitted to sleep without a buttplug the melted grease had drizzled out
of my  body a little bit. The fingers of Masters hand were presented to my
mouth for me  to suck clean. After he finished wiping the grease off of our
sleeping mat, He  withdrew once again to the outer  hallway.

Again, returning next to me, Master, quietly as possible, gave a short tug on
my  leash. I rose to a kneeling position and knew that Master had to relieve
his  bladder as  well.

Tugging my leash I took up my proper position, without any prodding from
Master.  In this position I remained for a while, still in the darkness of the
morning. I  stayed firm in my posture, thinking of yesterday and all the days
that led up to  this very moment. I rewound the conversation from last night, of
being given to  Master Trey. I no longer seemed out of control, mentally. I
knew that Master  Trey loved me, and that He and myself would do ok together. I
was ok with  everything, so far.

I thought of Master Peter, how fast he had come to this point. How, by
showing  visually and verbally he would also become a good master, pleased me very
much.  I didn't know though how he would fair in the days ahead, having to
learn so  much; learning through observing at the same time doing to his brother.
His  `boy'.
I  thought of Billy now as my brother. Both `boys' learning together. To
accept all  of the teachings as normal and proper for us. I was concerned,
however, that  Billy really had never complained about anything. He showed little
emotion  either verbally or physically. I guess it was the way he was raised in
his  family that makes him so agreeable to his new life. Perhaps he is trying
to  please everybody, but I hope he learns quickly that he only needs to
please the  one  person.

I thought about Cody. How happy he must be to know that there is no one here
trying to advance in life to take over his world as his masters favorite. One
 master equals one slave. How much Cody has helped me learn. How much Cody
loves  me, yet he is way above me in this house and the ladder of  life.

As sounds filtered down the hall and into my room, Master Peter was beginning
to  wake up. His moving around took me away from my quiet world of thought.
Master  Peter reached over and rubbed my head in a gesture signifying love and
kindness.

The overhead lights came on and all of us blinked and rubbed our eyes. That
is  except for Billy, who slept with his blindfold on. Cody entered carrying a
tray,  which had everything needed to clean and sanitize all the body jewelry
of  everyone in the room. He sat the tray on our mat and retreated. Master
Trey  first cleaned his new rings then he came and cleaned mine, while master
Peter  observed the process. I glanced over to Billy and he was still sound
asleep,  looking ever so peaceful.

Peter cleaned his own rings, with Master Trey giving very little assistance.
Then it came time to wake his  `boy'.

Opening the cage door and taking hold of Billy's leash, Peter gave a little
tug  at the same time he was moving one of Billy's knees back and forth. Taking
hold  of Billy's hand was a good indication for Billy to work himself out of
his cage,  which he did. Still sleepy faced, Billy didn't understand the next
tug of his  leash, so Peter leaned in and told him to  kneel.

Billy went to rub his eyes, a normal body reflex, but had forgotten he was
now  wearing his new clothes. The leather mitts on his eyes startled him but for
a  couple of  seconds.

Master  Peter presented his cock to Billy's lips and Billy opened up properly
to accept  his master's nectar. Master Peter then took a container and slid
it around  Billy's dick so that he could relieve his  bladder.

The cool sensation of the cleaning lotion brought Billy to being fully awake
now. When his master was done with the cleaning, he put his `boy' in the
same  position as  me.

Cody returned with the four meal bowls, handing them to the two masters. He
picked up the first tray and once again departed the  room.

With the meal now in front of us, the only one that needed a little coaxing
to  start eating was Billy. Since he couldn't see, nor had his sense of smell
sharpened yet, master Peter tugged on his leash to get him in proper position
to  eat.

While we ate, the two masters removed themselves from the room. Apparently
they  joined the others. We were finished our meal long before the others
returned.  Billy asked if it was ok to speak, and I reminded him that we had been
given  permission to speak during meal breaks. He asked about the reasons for
being  blindfolded and having to wear leather mitts, etc. I answered them in a
way that  I knew he would understand and accept. He asked if every morning
would be like  this and I assured him it would, with minor variations some days.
He asked about  his cage and mine and I didn't have a complete answer, but I
told him only what  I thought was the correct response.  He asked about the time
of day and I  told him only to think of the moment at hand, that a `boy' has
neither need for,  nor a sense of time. Billy's only `complaint was the
spiked cinch ring and how  it always poked his body. I told him that the ring is a
constant way for our  Masters to be pleased that we are keeping our legs far
apart and our abdomens  sucked in.

Billy began asking another question just about the time I heard voices and
footsteps approaching, so I had to interrupt him and tell him the silence rule
was now back in place. He went  silent.

The others entered our room and began talking to both of us `boy's. I think
that  both Billy and I could easily tell which one of them was talking; each
time one  stopped and another  began.

We were told that `today' we were going to get out of sequence just a little
 bit, due to the fact that the Parkers were coming this morning. For whatever
 reason, us `boys' didn't receive our morning baths or enemas. We got our
teeth  brushed and the little stubble we had shaved off.  We were led outside
into  the back yard, and got led around by our leashes for some exercise and so
that  Billy could get better acquainted with his mood of movement some more.
During  our exercise, the pool man arrived and made comments about the new `boy'
 and  Peter. Neither of them seemed to care one way or the other about the
comments.  We were led back inside and command to  stay.

The obvious sound of Mrs. Parker was heard by both of us. This time Billy
muttered a comment but I couldn't understand what he said. I quickly and quietly
 told him to be silent unless he wanted a whipping from Master  Peter.

The Parkers arrived with all the masters following right behind them. They
both  made polite comments about the room and the cages, as they walked around
looking  at all of the teaching implements. Mrs. Parker stopped at the cleaning
area and  remarked how clean it was and that cleaning it must be such a
chore.

They came close to us `boys' now, touching and feeling the both of us; even
feeling our dicks and holes. Mrs. Parker made a comment that several boxes
were  in their rental car that needed to be brought to our room, so Peter and
Trey  went to retrieve  them.

They inquired as to how well Billy slept last night and asked what ` the boys'
  had done since waking up. Cody and his master  answered.

Peter and Master Trey returned with the boxes. and then the Parkers were
asked  if they would like to eat breakfast now. They declined the meal, saying
that  they had much to do during the day and wanted to proceed with watching a  `
typical morning'. Cody's master allowed him to leave the room, apparently to
go  eat by  himself.

Dr. Parker inquired into `the boys' urinal training this morning and was
told  that each of us had accepted our master's nectar and not a drop was
spilled. He  then said he had to empty his bladder, so he proceeded to stand in front
of  Billy. This time he was not wearing pants, but shorts. He unzipped
himself and  lowered his shorts, instead of just taking out his penis. There he was
standing  there with no pubic hairs or scrotum hairs. He looked  great.

He put his lips to Billy's mouth and emptied himself, but Billy spilled a few
 drops and Mrs. Parker just had to make a snide remark about  that.

She made a nasty remark about the forthcoming cleaning `the boys' holes. We
were  led over to the cleaning area and our chains, mitts and foot coverings
were  removed. Billy got his blindfold removed as well. She made some sort of
comment  but I was unable to hear what she said.  Doctor Parker came forward
and  poured a bottle of foul smelling and tasting liquid into both of our
mouths.  Chains were then fastened to both Billy and my ankle cuffs, and Peter and
Trey  began pulling on separate hoists. I became concerned, as I had never done
this  before while getting an enema. I looked over and saw the Parkers and
Cody's  master standing there, close by, watching. All three of them had a huge
smile on  their faces. As our legs were being pulled up, they were also being
pulled  outwards a  little.

There I was, inverted; face-to-face with Billy. I was a little nervous but
Billy  looked scared. I heard Dr. Parker say that the liquid we had just
swallowed  would irritate our digestive system in just a couple of minutes and that
would  really make for a very unique and thorough cleaning.  Mrs. Parker was
heard  describing what she was hoping to witness during the  cleaning.

"I certainly hope the `boys' get covered from hole to head," she said. "If
we  could get that drain covered up it would make for better training of the `
boys'.  Trey, Peter why have you dressed? I think for now it best if both of
you are  naked, so take those shorts off now, right  NOW."

Apparently, Cody's master was allowing her and Dr.Parker ample freedom to be
`bossy'. Maybe, just perhaps, to keep them happy so neither would complain
and  `bitch'. At least the Parkers were demonstrating some authority, which so
far  was not bad. It struck me oddly though, realizing that both their sons
were of  legal age and no longer actually responsible or accountable to their
parents.
Peter and Master Trey were preparing two standard enema bags for each of us;
when I heard Mrs. Parker, once again start up a conversation. The first word
out  of her mouth was awesome. She used the word Luke.  Now I knew the name of
 Cody's master, my former  master.

"Luke, can you see what is going to happen when the `boys' expel the
cleaning  water. Isn't it going to be just grand? It is so nice to be able to see
both of  them receiving the cleaning at the same time. I don't know about you,
but I have  always wanted to do this to Billy. You see, Billy was an accidental
pregnancy  and ever since he was born I have molded or tried to mold him into
no more than  a submissive boy. That too is why we have worked the way we have
with his  brother, making him the `dominant'  one."

Surely the woman couldn't be this mean, or could she. I guess she was, and
now  she was really showing all of her pent up feelings towards Billy. This only
made  my feelings for him that much stronger. Knowing what I know about
everyone else  in the room, I knew that they also were having some emotional
difficulties about  now. Peter remained silent  throughout.

Mrs. Parker stepped over to us `boys' and began playing with our guiche
rings,  tugging them, but she knew better than to start twisting them, at least
until  they healed. "I just love these rings, she said, they will come in so
handy once  they have healed. At least for now the rings will keep the legs nice
and wide  when the `boys' move around." Then the old witch squatted down and
played with  our snout rings, flipping them back and forth so that would
bounce off our lips  and hit our noses.  Mine flipped a heck of a lot easier since
I had my  grommets already installed in my body. She piped up again saying
that they would  stay until we had our noon meal, just so she could see us eat
with the snout  rings.

It was about this time that Dr. Parker spoke up. "You know dear, if I can use
 Master Luke's phone and fax machine after lunch, we would be able to stay
until  at least until five o'clock. That way we can see and do more, and we don'
t want  to forget to spend some quality time alone with our two boys before
we leave."  The old bag agreed with her slave of a husband. Master Luke, not
wanting to  alleviate from his normal self, being polite, agreed to them
staying, but I  don't feel he was all that keen on it. Yet, the way he has been
acting this  morning and smiling at our soon arriving enema, perhaps he knows
something we  don't.

The water had already begun to flow just about the time Mrs. Parker was
playing  with our snout rings. I'm glad the masters did let it flow in real fast.
My guts  were killing me. I thought for a moment about something I wanted to do
and if I  would get punished for doing it. Heck with it, I did it anyway. I
took my two  hands, from being palm down on the tile floor and took his hands
in mine and  gave a light squeeze, so he would know that he is not alone. I didn
't know how  he was feeling but if he was like me, that liquid we drank would
be coming out  any  minute.

Mrs. Parker told our Masters to find something or use their hands to cover
our  holes so that when we expelled, the liquid wouldn't go flying all over the
place. I knew the bags were about empty now. Mrs. Parker went and played with
 Billy's and my dick. So `so loved the way Billy's dick was now kept
horizontal  from his body, regardless of what position he was in'. She even commented
to  Peter that he should use one of the items in yesterday's purchases to "
whip his  pathetic excuse for a male penis." The masters had found something to
loosely  put over our holes, just in the nick of time. As the mess was
erupting from our  bowels, it began to flow down our backs and chests. Everybody,
and I mean  everybody applauded, well except us to `boys'. Now the mess of
liquids and  solids had reached our heads and all Billy and I could do was close
our eyes and  accept our cleanings. Even while the eruptions were taking place
the bags were  quickly refilled and readied for the `rinse cycle'. The
rinsing went in fast,  under order of Dr. Parker, and came out very quick. Billy and
I were covered in  our own poop. Some were talking about how Mrs. Parker had
come up with a  marvelous suggestion. Our legs were lowered and now Billy and
I were laying in  the mess. I didn't dare open my eyes.

Dr. Parker commented that he wanted to try to re-arrange our bodies for the
next  phase of OUR training. He grabbed my hoist ropes and began pulling me up,
just  enough so that my head and shoulders remained on the tile floor. Then
he grabbed  my legs and turned my body around so that my face was close to the
edge of the  tile. Satisfied, he did like wise to Billy. Now we could look up
and see the  ceiling. Billy and I were about three feet apart from each others
head, and I  could no longer see him.  Dr. Parker went and brought back two
bed side  potty's. He placed one over each of us. He adjusted them to their
lowest setting  so that the seat was about six inches over my  face.

We both lay there, in our own poop, knowing full well what was to come. I
felt a  hand grab mine and knew it was Billy. He was squeezing for all he was
worth.  Master Luke saw that and said ``oh how sweet, the two `boys' are either
learning  to communicate with each other or they are in love with one an other
''. Mrs.  Parker said "No I think the sweet part is about to  arrive."

Ole doc offered both Master Trey and Peter one each of the same stuff we had
consumed earlier, told them to drink it down and not to wonder to far off.
Mrs.  Parker and Master Luke came up and looked down through the seat, at each
of our  faces. Mrs. Parker said to us, " now don't go closing your mouths when
your  Masters give of themselves. If you don't taste most of what they give
you, I'll  see to it that you both receive a good whipping. If one fails his
task, both  still get punished." Our dicks got a lot more attention while
everyone was  waiting for our Masters to `feel the urge".

Mrs. Parker asked, or complained, about why my nads were not separated.
Master  Trey told her that they were released for this cleaning and our bathing.
She  accepted the  answer.

She said that once cleaned up that both `boys' needed to get them separated
and  if we were bathed completely inverted then our scrotums would be so much
easier  to tie and separate. She then asked Master Luke about further
infusions and he  replied that perhaps that would occur right at tonight's sleep time.
She didn't  buy that reasoning at all. She `suggested' that perhaps he could
get some  sterile water and inject all four separations with about 30 to 40cc
each,  immediately following them being separated. Master Luke said it could
be done  and if that pleased her, he would be more than happy to do  it.

With both Masters now ready to let loose, they took up their positions, but
not  before they each looked at our faces. Both of them were smiling wide.  The
 Parkers each took up a position so that they could each observe one face.
They  got to see what they wanted, needed and desired to see. Billy and I were a
real  mess. Billy had so much pressure applied to my hand that I thought he
would  break at least one of my  fingers.

Dr. Parker then asked our Masters to rise from the seats but remain still.
They  complied. He then raised us up totally off the floor, swinging. He and the
old  lady removed the seats from the cleaning area. He commented that "the
boys need  their faces rinsed off and that all males need to come forward and
rinse them  off". Five dicks were aimed at our faces and five streams of warm
piss rinsed of  f our faces. We were released from the hoists and told to assume
our kneeling  position at the edge of the tile. Our Masters were told to back
up and we had to  lick them clean. When that was done we got our baths.

Mrs. Parker was upset that we did not receive our nad separations while
inverted, but her husband calmed her down along with Master Luke. I don't think
the enemas and hole licking took more than forty minutes. We again got our
rings  and bar cleaned and sanitized. I got another bladder release and rinse,
while  Billy had to piss into a urinal thing. The old lady didn't miss a thing.
She  inquired why only one had a catheter and wanted to know the reason for the
 catheter in the first place. She looked at Master Peter for the  answer.

Master Peter answered, " A catheter allows total control so that a `boy'
only  pisses when he is allowed to Mrs. Parker."  Awesome  answer!

Mrs. Parker came back, "Well, why then does your `boy' not have  one?'

Master Peter responded, " Mrs. Parker, I was thinking about having one
installed  on my `boy' this morning; but, I haven't had the time to get setup for
it."

Again Mrs. Parker, "Well then get setup! You can't learn and you can't teach
if  `boy' doesn't have the proper plumbing!"  " While you get ready, I'll
see  to it that the `boys' get their logs installed in their holes, IF YOU DON
'T  OBJECT!"

No Mrs. Parker I don't mind a bit and thank you for your assistance, Master
Peter  said.

Masters Trey and Peter left to get ready for Billy's plumbing. Mrs. Parker
asked  Cody to `fetch the logs'.  Cody returned with the grease logs and Dr.
Parker started inserting mine and Mrs. Parker worked with Billy.  Since I  was
accustomed to them and my hole was most normal looking, my logs went in  easy,
but not so easy for  Billy.

"God damn tight holed bastard. Open up you fucking useless thing. What a
pussyboy we have here. Well shit, one finally got in." Billy was crying and I
just knew that she didn't want to waste any time to go easy on  him.

"Ok you piece of shit, open your fucking hole. Didn't you hear me you little
 cocksucker?' Billy was screaming as Mrs. Parker asked for something to shove
the  logs in with. " All right you little waste of sperm, here comes number
three.  Breath you bitch!"

"God such a cry baby! You had better learn to take pain, you shiteater! You
don't know how long I have waited for this day, you little faggot! Your
fucking  days of pain haven't even started yet, you little dicked asswipe!  What is
wrong with a little blood and pain amongst family and friends." Finally the
third log was  in.

" All right baby are you ready for number four. Well ready or not I could
care  less. Don't you cry now you fucking sissyboy." The screams of pain and the
tears  of shame came flying out of Billy as the last log went in and his hole
clamped  shut. I had faired a lot better, at least I could keep my screams
and thoughts  to myself. Billy would learn to, as well. Now she was taking a
small dildo and  pushing the logs further up  Billy.

" You see bitch, this is how it is going to feel when you get raped by your
Master. You feel the rod don't you, you worthless piece of flesh! God how I
love  doing this, I've always wanted to do this! Dear are you having as much fun
as I  am. Perhaps when we get home I will be doing this to you."  Thank
goodness  this part of our daily training is over with, for  now.

" Alright you there `boy', get over here and lick the grease off of this ass
and  then this bitch can lick your hole clean." She yelled.  I cleaned Billy
and  he cleaned  me.

Already a tough day and it isn't even half over, I don't think. I had never
been  degraded like this, even when I told my parents I was gay. Something
strange is  going on and I don't know what it is, which bothers the hell out of
me. I didn't  hear one master attempt to stop the vile woman from handing out
verbal abuse.  But, I had heard that a lot of `dominate types' love to dish it
out. Not my  style, not for me and for sure not for my  Billy.

Our leashes were affixed to the collars and we were led away from Mrs.
Parker.  Master Peter got his `boy' onto the table, lying on his back. I was taken
and  bound by my limbs in the sling. Master Trey left and came back with my
buttplug  and slowly inserted it. Dr. Parker and Master Luke helped Peter get
Billy bound  and then they raised his limbs up and out, like had been so many
times already.  They proceeded to get his nipples tied and pulled tight. Master
Peter tied the  snout ring up and tight along with the ears. With Billy
wearing his `cock  splint' his dick was already sticking straight up so they just
tied leather to  the Prince Albert and yanked hard as they tied it off. They
didn't bother with  his tender guiche ring, not until it heals a little more.
Dr. Parker started  lacing Billy's nad while Master Peter leaned in real close
to watch. Once the  nads were set, Dr. Parker handed Master Peter the two loose
ends and told him to  tie them up and to make sure they were tight. Now for
the first time, I was  seeing them do to Billy, what they had done to me. I
knew the pain Billy was  feeling and there was nothing I could do about  it.

Master Peter went and got a buttplug from the stuff that his parents had
purchased. He showed it to his `boy' and said, " Now `boy' this is going to
hurt  some, but the sooner we get you normal, the better for Me and for you." I
was  glad to see Master Peter take his time and I only heard a few groans from
Billy,  before the plug was firmly in  place.

I could actually see the fear in Billy's whole body, when they put the
blindfold  back on and plugged his ears. Master Peter produced a mouth gag, the
likes I had  never seen. The darn thing looked just like a penis and almost as big
as  Billy's.  Master Peter had to take his time with it, as Billy was gagging
 as it went all the way in. As much as it hurt me to see it, I knew that if
Billy  could learn to handle this gag that he would handle throat fucking
without too  much trouble.

I watched and learned as Master Luke approached with those giant sized
syringes  filled with sterile water. Billy screamed into his gag as each nad got the
 requested 60cc of liquid. Again, I got a first hand look at how it was my
first  time with infibulation.

I knew I was next, and I wasn't disappointed. I too lost all my senses. I
knew  while I lay here that they would release Billy's dick and subject him to
his new  plumbing.

I began to get covered with clothespins. Lots and lots of them. I felt hot
wax  and all the other `standard' forms of abuse. I could only assume that
Billy was  receiving the  same.

I don't know how long we were left alone to feel and discover even more of
our  senses, but I didn't think it was all that long. I did get two bladder
drains  and rinses, so perhaps we lay there for only an hour or so. In a way, I
was  hoping that it was near time for the parents to go, not as much for my
sake, but  for the sake of Master Peter and my  Billy.

The clothespins began to get removed, and that is one pain I honestly hate. I
my  limbs were released as were all the binds holding my rings. They began to
lift  me out of the sling and that is when the weight of my nads really hurt.
When I  got down into my proper position, someone attached weights to my
already swollen  and pained nads. This shot pain all the way up my gut once more.
They removed my  blindfold and earplugs and the first thing I did was to look
in Billy's  direction. He too, was being returned to his normal position,
weighted nads, and  had his sight and hearing returned. I looked down and back a
little and saw his  plumbing. His catheter was not anywhere near as large as
mine, but size doesn't  matter right now. He has to learn that his Master
controls all of him. He  glanced at me, smiled as if to say, `thank god we made it
through that'. Our  chains were attached and we were led out of the room and
into the backyard.

There we found everybody sitting around the picnic table eating. I guess,
either  they were having a late lunch or an early dinner. Our bowls were waiting
on us.  We ate, while the Parkers laughed at us. They were hysterical with
laughter. How  funny, cute, doglike we looked eating this way. Billy glanced at
me only once  during our meal and gave me that loving smile of  his.

We were led back inside to our room. The Parkers wanted to show the Masters
how  they thought the `boys' should sleep at night. So we were both led to our
 individual cages. They worked on me first. They put a piss gag in my mouth
and  the misses really buckled it tight. They took each wrist and tied each to
a  corner of the cage above my head. Then they took my leg cuffs and attached
a  chain to them and fed the chain above and out the top of the cage. My nads
were  tied to the top of the cage as well. They closed the cage door and
padlocked it.

The started going at it with Billy the same as they had done to me. Once he
was  situated the same way, Dr. Parker reached through Billy's cage with two
pieced  of tubing. One tubing went on the piss gag and the other went to his
plumbing.  He reversed the tubing so that I had Billy's plumbing in my piss gag
and visa  versa. When the plumbing was finished Mrs. Parker reached in and
unclamped the  ends and the piss from both ends started  flowing.

"Well there you have it." Dr. Parker said "If we were the masters, this is
most  likely how we would leave them for the night. But, it is early yet so I'm
sure  that after we depart the `boys' will be released until sleep  time."

Mrs. Parker now had her turn. "I want to thank you Luke for a wonderful
weekend.  I don't know when I've had so much fun. I almost can't wait to get home
with my  husband (slave). I'm thankful that my husband has been offered and
has accepted  a job with the `Center', BUT after seeing how much enjoyment you
all have with  slaves and boys, I don't want my husband working there. In
fact, I don't want to  move to Florida! What my husband has agreed to is no longer
a factor here. Both  of my sons are now gone. Both of them the last time I
saw them were `legal  adults', so consider then, I have removed them from my
house. Furthermore,  consider all of the items and cage for Billy boy and his
brother as a token of  my thanks for a great weekend. You see, with the boys no
longer in the picture,  I can live quite comfortably back at my small ranch;
just me and old hubby here.  I can even make a nice room for him if I so chose.
So as you see, I can be a  fair and reasonable `lady'. Come dear, let's get
out of here and go  home.

Not one word was said, as they walked themselves out the door. When the
Masters  and Cody knew that they were gone, our room filled with cheers and back
slaps.  Billy and I were taken out of our cages, for the time being. Our
plumbing was  disconnected and clamped off. Everyone of them came over and hugged and
kissed  us the best they could. Master Luke yelled "party time" and Billy
and I were led  back outside. Everybody got jumping in and out of the pool as
Billy and I were  allowed to `sit' not kneel. We all got cold soda to drink and
Master Peter and  Master Trey fired up the grill for some old fashion
marshmallow roasting. When  the festivities were over, Master Luke asked `boy' and
Master Peter how they  felt about the turn of events.

Master Peter repeated his love for Billy and Billy did likewise. Both of them
 said how much they loved it here and didn't want to leave. Neither of  them
showed any sadness that their folks had just kicked them out of the house and
 out of their  lives.

Master Luke called Cody off to the side and talked with him for a long while.
 Returning, Master Luke announced that Billy and Peter could stay with us.
Tomorrow Cody and the two Masters would arrange two of the bedrooms to
accommodate a cage in each one, along with the normal furniture a Master would  need.
But tonight we four had to sleep back in the training room. Master told us
to return to the room for a cleaning etc. and prepare for an early sleep, But
he  said that also he would expect the `boys' to pleasure their individual
Masters  before sleeping. Billy looked at me when he heard that part, and gave me
a look  of not understanding. I smiled back at him and told myself that he
would enjoy  pleasuring his Master tonight of all  nights.

It didn't take long, perhaps 3 months before Billy and I looked identical in
every way. Master Trey goes off to work every day at the `Center'. He works
in  the accounts receivable department.  Master Peter goes off to work every
day at the `Center'. He is in charge of maintaining the lawn and landscaping.
 Master Luke continues with his private practice and his work at the  "Center"
.

Billy and I are quite happy now. We look like we are supposed to. Like
brothers,  like twins. Both of our Masters took all the advice and instruction they
could  soak up from Master Luke. Master Trey has even been able to pay back
his uncle  all the money he owed  him.

During the week, Billy and I are cleaning the house and the pool. We get
plenty  of time to exercise, as well.  Cody is our `overseer' for the day-to-day
stuff. Cody is `our boss'. When our Masters come home at night we greet
them,  properly dressed and properly positioned. Our nights and weekends are
filled  with guests coming to our home and you could say that the weekend training
sessions that we used to attend are down to only once a month. And, they have
 increased what they are teaching the slaves and `boys'. So they are really
intense both mentally and physically. All of the weekend training is done at
the  stables which we found out is owned by the  "Center".

We get an occasional note or card from Mrs. Parker and her slaveboy. The
photos  that she sends are quite interesting but Master Peter and his `boy' do
not hear  about the cards nor do they see the photos. And that was their choice
not to  read or see them.

Most nights I fall asleep in my cage, but there are those nights when I get
to  sleep the whole night with my  Master.

Our family is my reality

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thanks,
marcus, trey and billy