Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 16:25:48 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part19

Master looked with amazement at the expression on my face. I suppose He
thought  that I would be glad to see Him and the ringmaster. I was always glad to
see  Master but not so the ringmaster. Seeing the ringmaster always meant, so
far,  more rings or bars in my body. I was not to be disappointed this time
either.


Both men approached my body as Cody and Trey back off, making space for them.
 Master told the ringmaster how pleased he was, seeing me look so well
decorated  and that all the adornments seemed to improve my `position' in my new
world. The  ringmaster produced a folder, which I hadn't seen before. Upon
opening the  folder he proceeded to speak with Master about the notes therein.
They  were talking about me as if I was not even present. In some ways I know
that  deep inside me, this is so true. Master can do with me, whatever He pleases
to  do. I knew that, and I still know  that.


The main course of the conversation was about the existing rings and one bar.
 Master had expressed His desire to have `grommets' in all the holes where
the  rings were. Master wanted the ears to have large holes. I had seen such
holes on  the younger boys in my school years. Some of the holes were like an
inch around,  or larger. Master also wanted a grommet in my nose and nipples.
Yikes, this was  beginning to sound like an all day affair with the  ringmaster.

"What is disappointing," said my Master, "is that by now I thought that `
boys'  bladder muscle would of stretched permanently, allowing all his piss to
flow  freely. But, as I can tell by the urine collected in his bag that this is
not  the case. I had wanted you to order a special `princes wand' for his
penis. Now,  however, I see that I will have to do a small procedure to cut away
some of the  bladder muscle so he can piss freely. Regardless, I still want
you to order a  `wand' for the `boy'." The ringmaster understood, completely,
what my Master  wanted; without saying a word. "I want us to be able to
control `boys' urine 24  hours a day. I need the `boy' to feel the submission of
his complete bodily  functions to the three of us."  After saying what He did,
Master produced  the largest sound I had ever seen. Master made sure that I
saw it, that I  mentally felt it go inside, deep and penetrating my penis. The
sound was as big,  if not a little bigger, than a "Ball Park" brand plump hot
dog; although the  sound, of course, a lot longer than a hot dog. <g>.  The
ringmaster  took the sound and somehow knew the diameter of it, as he then laid
the sound on  top of my dick. He figure he was checking for length, when
Master spoke, " I  need the `wand to be 1.25" longer than this sound. The
ringmaster made a note of  that in his folder. "It also has to be hollow down the
center, so that `boys'  piss can travel through it. The end of the wand shall
have a 1.25" ball of screw  in style, and the bottom, `retaining' ball shall be
of equal  size."

The ringmaster spoke up with a gleeful sort of tone in his voice. " Indeed,
an  excellent decision. I think it will function and look like a million bucks,
when  installed on Your `boy'."  It would take about 10 days for "Custom
Steel"  in the Midwest to make the wand. Master was pleased with that and then
told the  ringmaster that I would be cut and ready for the wand on the day it
arrived.

"With all the work I have to do today and tomorrow, do You wish me to hold
off  on doing Your `boy' until all the others are done? Spoke the ringmaster. "
Some  of the other masters and the other guest desire me to do some work on
their  `boys', slaves; and the guest have planned a few rings while here."
What  `guest'? Damn, a three-ring circus coming or what? If I wasn't laying
flat on  this damn platform, I think I would have gotten up and run for my  life.

Master roughly grabbed my dick. "NO! I don't want to wait until tomorrow.
With  all the work we give you, I would think that WE come before the invited
guest.  But I can understand where your thinking comes from. The least you could
do  would be to replace `boys' penis bar, before you tend to your other
assignments"  Now if I thought Master had been upset in the past, this burst of
anger topped  them all.


"Sorry Sir," said the ringmaster, " I meant no disrespect. I have `boys'
new bar  and beads with me." With that said, the ringmaster produced a leather
satchel  and removed a plastic bag with my new bar and beads. Holy pain!
Everything in  that bag looked so large, so heavy. I took a fast glance towards Cody
and Trey.  Cody had sad puppy eyes, and Trey well what can I say. Trey had
the largest grin  on his face. The ringmaster produced one of those `taper pins'
 like last  week.  He unscrewed the large balls (beads) from my penis bar.
With Master  holding my dick straight up, the ringmaster took the taper pin and
slowly began  pushing it against the bar.  The bar was coming out the left
side of my  dick as he continued pushing from the opposite side. I started `
fussing' and  Master told me to "shut the fuck up". The taper pin came out the
other side,  just as Master caught the old bar in His hand.  The ringmaster
turned the  pin around and around for several minutes, with only a little blood
showing.  Then I saw it, I really saw it. The new bar was two times as thick as
the  original bar; almost the size of a standard lead pencil. The ringmaster
put a  small coating of something on the new bar, and began pushing the bar
against the  taper pin. Master caught the taper pin as it fell free from my dick.
The new bar  was in.  The pain was almost too much for any male. Then
ringmaster handed  one of the new beads to Master. Master held the ball right up to my
face showing  me just how fucking big they were. From my not having much
experience with such  things, I assumed that the beads were the same size as what
Master had planned  for my `wand'. I couldn't understand why they had to be
so big. Perhaps in time,  Master would explain this to His `boy'. One and a
quarter inch balls were  screwed into the bar and then Master let my dick fall
forward, towards my nads.  Master laughed loudly as the dick bar hit my
scrotum. I lifted off the platform  a little, as I had not expected the pain on my
inflated sac. I guess it's the  `little' things too, that bring Master
pleasure. " DAMN'" shouted Trey. " That  is fantastic master, THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Now I ask you, why was Trey  thanking my  Master?
Satisfied, for now, Master turned to leave my stall and the ringmaster
followed.  Master said nothing to Cody, nothing to Trey. He just turned and left. A
couple  of minutes later Master returned. In His hand was the largest syringe
I had ever  laid my eyes on. He held it up high enough for me and the others
to get a good  look at it. The syringe was full of a clear fluid, which I
learned was sterile  water. There was no needle on the end of it, either.  Master
tossed Cody a  small foil packet of sterile wipes. He had Cody wipe off the
ends of my  catheter. Master then took the syringe and hooked it to the `input'
tube of my  plumbing. In one fast motion, Master pushed the water into my
bladder. The water  was ice cold! As fast, almost, as the water went in it came
back out into my  collection bag. " That was neat SIR, " said Cody. Master
smiled at Cody, and  then told him to perform the same procedure twice every
thirty minutes. Cody was  pleased that Master had given him the added assignment.
Master handed Cody the  second syringe and watched as Cody completed the job on
my dick and bladder.  Master told Cody that an ample supply of filled
syringes was in the `frig'  located in the end storage room. Master again left the
stall.

Trey came forward and grabbed my dick, and held it up straight. I lifted my
head  so I too could see what the final bar looked like. Trey began to shake my
dick  around in circles and stroking it up and down at the same time. This
caused me a  lot of pain, but I knew not to say anything, for fear of a
whipping. All I could  see was the beads going and going, around in circles; with the
bright glare of  the overhead light bouncing off the beads.

Cody came up to my head and forcefully pushed it back down to the platform. "
You  don't need to be looking `boy ,'" he said. " A `boy' does not need to
see  anything with his eyes. Master wants you to see with your mind, you dumb
fuck,  you." Cody yanked on my nose ring and then slammed my head back down
again. Then  he took my nipple rings and yanked and twisted on them. I decided
to take a hard  control on my emotions and expressions, and not give in to his
tortures.  I  didn't move, flinch or cry out. I guess that upset Cody even
more.  He  grabbed my pubic ring and did likewise. I'm glad that the ring was not
as large  as the others or he would of pulled me off the platform by my hips.
Leaving my  pubic ring he grasps my earrings and twisted them so hard I
thought he was going  to rip my ears off. What had gotten in to him?  He let go of
my earrings  after about a minute then went off, verbally abusing Trey. While
speaking to  Trey, Cody took his hand and slapped my swollen scrotum, with
expected  results.  The pain was so severe that, although I didn't scream or
jump, my  stomach churned and within seconds I was blowing chunks up and out onto
my face  and chest. "You fucking PIG! Cody yelled. He took his hand, scooped
up most of  the vomit and forced it back into my mouth. I swallowed it without
emotion or  hesitation. What was happening to my Cody? Was this some sort of
tough guy `act'  or what? Was he trying to impress Trey or me? I had never
seen him like this. He  stuck his hand and fingers to my mouth and I proceeded to
lick them clean.   I was more determined now, more than ever, not to show any
sign of weakness  while Cody was in this frame of  mind.


"mister Trey" came a voice, the masters wish to speak with you up at the
house  in the library." Trey turned towards the voice saying, "very well, thanks.
"  Trey, none to gently, let my dick fall down onto my abdomen. So now, I was
left  alone in my stall with this newfound  `demon'.


"Well, `boy' it's just you and me for now. What do you think of that?
Perhaps we  can have a little fun, just the two of us." I thought to myself, `fun'
, just  what does he consider `fun'.  He put his face right up to mine and
stuck  out his tongue and then proceeded to shove it into my mouth. He made no
mention  about the taste in my mouth from the just eaten `chunks'. While
tongue fucking  my mouth, Cody took his right hand and was pounding away at the
base of the  buttplug. I was wishing that he would stop the pounding as the
shockwaves  continued. Why hadn't they released my ankles and legs? If they had of
done that  earlier, Cody would not of even seen my exposed buttplug.  He
pulled his  tongue out of my mouth and began a string of insults. I never would
have  expected him to talk to me like that. Satisfied that he had caused enough
pain  in my hole, he brought his hand to my face. He gently laid his hand on my
cheek,  then without warning, he backed his hand away returning it to my face
with an  evil power and my head went reeling. Is Cody on an `ego' trip or
what? Please  lord make him stop  this!

Cody backed away from me briefly. He returned to my side, but now he was
standing on something, which brought his waist higher than me. He pulled down
his shorts and told me to look at him. I looked in his direction with sadness in
 my eyes.
Cody started in on me. " Do you like this `boy?" Do you want this  `boy'?
See, my cock looks normal, not yours. You are a pleasure slave and I need
pleasing. Open up bitch!" I opened my mouth and from a short distance he started
pissing. Some of the piss went down my throat, but I honestly think he was
trying to humiliate me by pissing on my face and chest. Before his piss flow
stopped, he had managed to leave a piss line all the way down to my dick. He was
 standing there as proud as a strutting peacock.  " I'd love to dump a big
load of turds down your throat , but that will come later." He reached over me
 and was able to get onto the platform with me. He was kneeling so that his
butt  hole was directly over my face. " Now, clean my ass you fucking bitch!"
He  lowered his butt, completely resting on my face. " If you think this is
bad,  just wait until the guests arrive and the party starts." I was frantically
 licking his hole when he told me to get my tongue inside of him. I pushed
into  his hole easy enough and had expected to taste a `man log' or something.
His  hole was clean and I could really feel the softness of his insides. I
wished  that this softness would have been like his apparent change of attitude.
While I  was doing the licking and sucking on his hole, Cody was wrenching up
some mighty  large amounts of spit. He was spiting on my body every place he
thought would  bring humiliation to me. He then began to moan, twist and turn.
Quickly he rose  off of my face and got off the platform. Cody was stiff as a
board. He must have  been close to a climax, so he stopped my tongue worship
in his ass. He pulled  his shorts back up and just stood there for the longest
time. I could see his  penis soften and bunch up in his  shorts.


"Well, I guess Trey is to busy, to good to help get the final arrangement of
`boy' done. I don't need him anyway." It began to sound as if finally I
understood Cody's frustrations. Cody was perhaps jealous.

`Saved by the bell', I thought; as the cute Asian slave came into my stall.
The  slave was covered from his shoulders as far down as my eyes would allow,
with  whip marks and even his face had been slapped around some. Man oh man,
he must  have been one of the ones that had gotten the worst of the punishment
session,  earlier today. Was this turning out to be a rough weekend, the "
weekend from  hell?"  The slave made several nice comments to Cody about my body
decorations and how well I was taking everything that he (Cody) and the others
 we teaching me. He then proceeded to tell Cody that my stall smelt like
piss.  Cody laughed and told the slave what he had just done with me. The slave
shook  his head, without saying a word. The slave brought his hand up and gave
Cody  that feeding tube thing. He told Cody that he had been sent down with it
from  the house. He was instructed to give it to Cody, in turn Cody was to
feed me  that mushy stuff and then prepare my mouth hole for the evening.
Mentally I was  a wreck. I could never figure out what was next, what was I expected
to deal  with. Cody thanked the slave and he turned on his heels and left. I
then got a  good look at the slaves back. It appeared to me that he had taken a
lot of  strikes with the whip. His skin was almost broken in several  places.

Cody set about, holding the feeding tube up to the light and then getting it
real close to my face. " Now `boy', it's just you and me, here at your
feeding.  I'm not going to go slow with it, because time is running short. So, you
had  better swallow fast because once the mush starts into your mouth, I'm
not going  to stop the flow; GOT IT?" The tube only held about one or two cups
of meal, but  enough to choke me to death if I didn't swallow quickly.  Cody
put the tube  on my tongue and started squeezing the big bulb. The mush began
flowing out and  all of a sudden Cody pushed the tube further into my mouth
hole. For a brief  moment I thought he was going to face fuck me with the damn
thing. Once he had  it in to the point where my gag reflex was taking control, he
just held the tube  there, still squeezing out the mush.  He giggled then he
quietly laughed at  the sight in front of him. "I think Trey would perhaps go
easier on you, but he  ain't here now is he. Hurry up bitch and swallow this
swill shit." I swallowed  my meal, and then proceeded to cry like a baby. I was
bewildered on Cody's abuse  and his language towards me. Cody left me alone
for a couple of minutes, but  when he returned he had the two syringes to flush
out my bladder. After he  flushed it out, he tossed the syringes in my kit
bag; bringing back with him  that awful mouth spreader.

I knew what to expect, whether I liked it or not. "Hang in there `boy', I'
ll be  right back; I need to find something dirty."  When he returned, he was
smiling like a stallion in heat. He brought the spreader to my face, "OPEN
WIDE  `BOY'!"  When he brought the spreader under my nose, is when I smelled the
 odor of ass juice. He had shoved the tongue retainer up somebody's ass, and
now  he was going to put that in my mouth. I felt the retainer blade as it was
firmly  set on my tongue. Cody then put the mouth stretcher in place. He
began to turn  the two small screws and soon my jaw was held open, in place.
"About 8 more  turns of these screws and I could break your jaw, and then
just tell Master I  made a mistake. It might be worth a good whipping just to
hear your jaw  snap."  Damn was he `coked' up or was he just trying to show me
his  sadistic side.  Good judgment got the better of him and I was safe, for
now. He walked behind me mumbling to himself. All of a sudden my ears could
hear  him sobbing.  I wanted to speak but couldn't. I couldn't even if I could.

The crying stopped and he commented that he still had much to do  to get me
prepared, but first he came up to me, close and touching my body. He  starred
into my eyes. I could tell that he still had tears coming from his eyes.  " I'
m sorry, I'm really sorry. I have acted like a fool. I have acted out of
loneliness. I have acted like a spoiled slave. Will you, can you, ever forgive  me?
" I blinked my eyes and shed a few tears when he apologized to  me.

"I've got to hurry and get you ready. Master will be pissed if `boy' is not
 ready upon His return. First I need to wipe your body down to get all my
piss  off." A warm damp cloth and Cody had me smelling normal in no time. "Now,
according to this list in your kit, I have to put in some more grease logs. I
 have to run down and get them." Run out, run in and he was back. He set the
logs  on my stomach and they were frozen for sure. I raised up and could see 4
more  logs, which he had to get in. Out came the buttplug and he grabbed the
first  log. "I'm sorry, but this is going to be very uncomfortable for you.
You already  have four logs in your hole." He proceeded to get the four logs
inside my body,  my moans and body movements showing discomfort. He put the
buttplug back in a  little to fast and my lower body responded. "Sorry about that"
 he said.

"Now I have to get you hooked up nice and proper, for Master. I need `boy'
to  raise his hips and hold them up until I say to let them down." I raised the
hips  and he slid a three-inch wide leather strap underneath me. " Now raise
your  shoulders for me." In like manner I complied with his command. Another
wide  strap was slid under the shoulders, just like the hips. Now I heard him
go off  to the far corner and then I heard a strange loud noise. I figured out
that what  I was hearing was an electric motor. Along with the motor sound, I
heard `metal  on metal' sounds.

"TEN MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME!" came a voice over some sort of speaker system.
"Fuck Me." Cody shouted.  Just then two slaves came into my stall. They
asked Cody if he needed help and he told them to clean out the dirty straw and
get fresh straw down. They began working frantically. One ran off to get the
wheelbarrow while the other one reached the wall for the pitchfork. Cody came
to  my side holding a long metallic box. The box was attached to an electrical
cord.  He pushed a button on the box and the earlier noise I heard, was now
directly  overhead. Then I saw what was going on. The ceiling light had been
concealing  that which was above it. On the ceiling was a `track system' with
pulleys and  chains dangling from it.  Cody attached a chain to each side of my
new  collar. One chain each for my wrists and likewise for my ankles. Chains
were  attached to each end of the straps underneath me. Cody pushed another
button and  I was raised up just about an inch from the platform. He shouted at
the other  slaves to move the platform to the rear of my stall. They moved the
platform,  removed the dirty straw beneath me and replaced all the straw with
two bales of  clean straw.
"FIVE  MINUTES UNTIL SHOWTIME" came the voice again. "Shit, damn, Cody said.
What else  did Cody have to do? Damn! Like ain't this enough? I was clean,
plugged and  hanging like a piece of meat; wasn't that enough.

All of a sudden I heard a roar, which sounded like I was standing next to a
jet  engine or something similar. The noise was on both sides of my head. With
my  head chained, I couldn't move to much to see, but I found out in a couple
of  seconds what the noise was. My eyes caught the wall moving on my left. I
thought  I was seeing things. I looked right and the same thing was happening.
The walls  were retracting. The front wall began to slide off to my right. Oh
my God!   I then saw what was to become sheer terror for others and myself. I
saw the  other three pleasure slaves. The walls had opened up so that all four
of us  could be seen together. All four of us could, perhaps, see each other.


"Don't be scarred and don't forget Master and I love you." Cody said to me.
The  two slaves that helped Cody scurried off to where ever. Cody took the
control  box and pushed a button and my legs went wide to almost splitting me in
two. At  least for now he didn't raise my legs. Just kept them wide and
level. My arms  likewise went wide. Cody carefully pushed some buttons so that my
neck and lower  back were well supported by the straps. Another button pushed
and the chains  holding my head lowered a few inches. Cody scooted between my
legs, apparently  checking for proper body height. One more adjustment and my
whole body lowered  about 3 inches. "You won't be given anything to dull the
pain today. You won't  be blindfolded nor will you lose your hearing. All of
the masters desire, want  and need the pleasure `boys' to see, feel, hear,
smell, taste and most of all  suffer a bit tonight." Cody informed me. "I will be
here the whole time to help  Master and `boy' should you need help. You will
always have me within your  eyesight and I will always be looking at you.
There will be many people here  tonight. They are all healthy and clean. This is
the annual party for the  employees at the "Center" and anyone who wants to
come is invited. Most come to  watch, listen and taste. Others come to
participate with the masters. There is  only one part of this evening that Master
hopes you will not have to endure. I,  like our Master, have seen what could
happen with you, to you; and neither of us  wants that to happen to you. BUT it is
all in the `lucky draw' part of tonight's  festivities. Just remember, when
and if the pain is to much to bear, remember  that Master, Trey and most of all
I love you so  much."

Soft, relaxing music began playing throughout the stable. Upon hearing the
music  Cody turned, got between my legs, facing away from me. He knelt between
my legs  and placed his head upon the fresh straw. Other than the music, not a
sound, not  a movement was made. Eerie feelings slowly came over  me.

Still no movement, no sounds, no voices. I was physically ready, prepared for
 tonight but my mind was not. I was trying to hard. I wanted to know more.
But, I  didn't need or desire to know more. Now that my head was secured even
tighter I  could move it right or left, up or down. I swallowed and discovered
my mouth was  already dry. I closed my eyes briefly to attempt to break what
fear had begun to  creep into my brain cells. I recalled what my eyes had seen
just moments ago. To  my right was one of the pleasure boys. He was hanging
inverted, limbs wide  spread. The slave with him, naked as well. The slave had
his face buried in the  `boys' rectum. They both looked like statues, neither
one of them moved a  muscle. Across from me were the other two pleasure `boys'
.  One of them was  still attached to his platform and I could see his
buttplug staring in my  direction. He, too, was bound tight and wide. The other
pleasure `boy' was in a  full sling, suspended from the heavy overhead beam. There
was a clear vinyl tube  hanging down from the ceiling, near the center of his
chest. Another vinyl tube,  a really large one, was coming out of his
butthole.

The distinct sound of voices came to my ears. As the voices got louder, I got
 nervous. Strangers, here, tonight, now, SHIT!  My eyes caught the first
sights of the people. They came in my direction, all of them! There must have
been at least 16 of them. I could have sworn that I heard female voices
somewhere. I could have sworn, also, that I heard voices belonging to `younger'
than `adults' as well.  Sensory overload ran rapid within my mind, within  my
body.

I could now see the male guests as they were all around me, touching me,
feeling  me. I wondered if my piss bag was rapidly filling, as I felt the piss
leaving my  body this time. A couple of them began speaking to Cody, still
humbled on his  knees with bowed head. Hands were making themselves right at home
with my body  rings, all that is except my dick rings. A pair of eyes was giving
those rings  and my split dickhead a close inspection. Most, if not all,
looked at my mouth  spreader and made some sort of remark about how nice it would
be, was going to  be, to use my mouth during  `target  practice'.

Some of the males stepped back away from my body and went to inspect the
other  `boys', while a few remained near me continuing their own `close up and
really  personal' inspection. More voices heard coming in my direction. My eyes
lit up  when they saw Master approach. The guest stepped aside and allowed
Master to get  right next to me. Master gave my body a rapid once over and
complimented Cody on  his excellent prep work. Cody remained silent.  Master put his
hand on my  head and then moved it to my face, in a caring  manner.

What came next, confirmed my senses. " Dr and Mrs. Parker, this is my first  `
boy'." Master spoke with authority. "I've owned him for only two weeks and
already he has been an excellent `boy'; obeying and learning well and
promptly.  If you decide to join our group, perhaps someday your family will have it'
s own  pleasure `boy'. I'm sure that in North Dakota such a group is hard to
come by,  and if you decide to relocate your practice to Florida and join our
health care  corporation you and your family will be quite pleased and very
happy." Here I  was, as the others, and now a female was looking at, not
touching my body. I  prayed that she never would touch me and my prayers were
answered. During her  entire stay she not once touched me or the other `boys'. Hell
she didn't even  touch a slave! Thank you Lord  above!!!

"And here is my bed/house slave, Cody. I have had Cody with me now for over 5
 years. He is the light of my life, the apple of my soul. I could not
survive,  today or any other day without him. I love him unconditionally. You will be
 fortunate if you have such a person within your household some day. And,
from  what you have told me (us) I think you are on the right track, so to speak,
in  achieving that. Now then, which one of your fine lads did you say showed
an  interest in serving and which did you say was the more dominate one."
Holy  stud farm! What is this? Just a nightmare, I' sure.  NOT!

"Master Trey, would you be so kind and bring the two boys up close so they
can  see and hear what we are saying," asked my Master.   MASTER TREY?  Since
when? Why?  How?

Next to me, on the opposite side of my Master stood Trey and two nice
looking,  tall males. I think they must have been seventeen or eighteen. Both dressed
in  expensive looking "Tommy" shirts. Nice hair and smelled of teenage
cologne. Yuk!  When Master gave them permission to touch me, I internally
shuddered. Only one  of them began touching me. The other just looked at me and
attempted to look  into my eyes, into my soul. It didn't take a rocket scientist to
figure out  which one was the dominant  one.

"Pete here is the more aggressive of the two boys. He is the one we caught a
few  years back, abusing his younger brother. Ever since then, he continues to
boss  his brother around. We put them in separate rooms but that didn't work
to well,  so my wife and I discussed the situation, came to the conclusion
that our sons  are meant to be different than most others. From what we have seen
in this short  of time here, we have made the right decision so far." Doctor
Parker said with a  `fatherly' tone in his voice. "Regardless if one is
dominate and the other a  submissive slave of sorts, we as their parents love them,
will always love them.  And, we want for them, whatever is best for them. We
are very open in our family  with discussing sex, sexuality and the importance
of safety when the two of them  go off by themselves and do whatever it is
they do together. Peter has such a  limited amount of  `self-taught'
experience, which we thought that he would  learn a lot from being with us this weekend.
And, as for Billy, well as you can  see he would have to learn so much more
than he already  has."

Trey glanced in my direction with a smile and look of pride about him. I
still  wondered about the use of the word `master' when I heard it used in that
way.  Perhaps my Master used the word to impress the Parkers, or perhaps used
it to  drive home the point that Pete Parker wanted, needed, desired to become
a  master. Just as Doctor Parker had used the term `slave' when he talked
about  Billy. Nonetheless I had strange visions in my mind about the rest of
today and  tomorrow.

Master commanded Cody to rise. Cody rose and immediately went to Masters
feet.  Kneeling there waiting for Master to speak. Master stroked Cody's hair
assuring  Cody of His love for him. The Parkers looked on with smiling faces.
Master  brought Cody to his feet. Master wrapped His arms around Cody, and
tenderly gave  him a wonderful long hug, while at the same time kissing his warm soft
lips.

After the display of affection, Master took hold of Cody's tank top and
pulled  it over his head and completely removed it. Next Master grasped Cody's
waistband  of his Dockers and slid them down and off of him. Cody didn't blink nor
 flinch.  I knew that Cody had to of been a little embarrassed by having
Mrs. Parker see him naked. Not even thinking about the two sons also looking on
as well. "Well Dr. Parker, you and the Mrs have a lot to see here today and to
 learn about should you desire to do so. I will tell you that I won't be
accompanying you during this next part of the party. Each master will be staying
with his slave and his `pleasure boy'. Master Trey will also be staying here
 with me as well. If you would like, you may leave your two sons here to
observe  and learn and then they can move on to the next `boy' or meet up with
you later  on. The other slaves and their masters will most likely be outside,
preparing a  most delicious BBQ for our guests.  Feel free to partake of the
food and  beverage whenever you desire. And also, I do believe that some of the
horses are  saddled and ready to go if you care to take a nice trail ride. It'
s your  decision." How sweet, cute, was that little chat from my Master <G>.
I was  hoping that the entire Parker family would move on, do their look
around, eat,  drink and then leave. Doctor and Misses Parker took their two boys
and moved out  of my eyesight, out of my hearing. The two boys returned,
without the parents.

End of Part Nineteen

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