Date: Sun, 29 May 2005 15:53:04 EDT
From: BoyNfla941@aol.com
Subject: Reality CheckUp Part 7

Oh God, what were they doing to me now. All I could tell was that first one
half  of my body was lifted up and then the other. Under, over, around and thru
they  had placed thick leather straps.  The smell of the leather was
intoxicating. But, I was still laying there, face up, in a very awkward and
uncomfortable position. I was getting to the point, mentally, that I didn't care  what
they did, what they were going to do. I felt safe, I felt as if I was
wrapped in a blanket of security and  comfort.

I was wondering about this `stranger', but I was not overly nervous nor was
I  frightened.  I was sure that all that I had already been through would
prepare me for anything they could send my way now. The hands of the stranger
felt familiar as he played with all my new rings. I could, as well, feel Cody's
soft hands rubbing my legs, as if he could sense that they were starting to
cramp up a little. My sense of smell suddenly detected a familiar odor. Where
had I smelt this, what was it, who did it belong to. My mind momentarily
raced  tracking down answers to these questions. The smell was cologne from the
Banana  Republic. The only time I had smelt it, was while I was in college. One
of the  guys on my swim team always used it, to excess at times. Oh well, at
least I  knew that I wasn't going insane. I had a couple of the answers  anyway.

My mouth gag was removed, and it was great being able to suck down some large
 quantities of air. The air seemed to of also been able to cool me down some.
I  wasn't sweating as much. My body started to move, first my upper parts
then the  lower. I was being hoisted off the floor. I could not actually tell
much about  what position I was in, except that my head was lower than the rest
of the body.  Now I knew whom the `stranger' was. He is the leather master
that did my first  body piercings. The feel of his fingers finally registered in
the brain. Before  I knew what was going on, he was using three fingers of
each hand and pulling my  hole apart, even more than it already had been
stretched. I think he must of  blown a mouthful of air into my ass, just be the
feelings my brain was  registering. This lasted but for a few minutes before he
released his death grip  on my puckered asshole muscles. I was not feeling Cody's
hands at all. The grip  next came to my nads and thing. I guess this guy was
getting ready to replace my  cinch band with the spikes from hell. I got the
first part right. A wide band  was put back in place, without the spikes. Thank
you lord.  I was expecting  the plug or a dildo slammed into my ass to
complete the situation, but my ass  was left exposed to just feeling air flow over
and into it. I was theorizing  that my mouth was left free so that he could hear
my moans and groans. I was  wanting, needing, desiring to feel Cody touch me,
but he wasn't, he  didn't.

Now if you want a real strange feeling on your body, just imagine something
being sprayed onto your nipples and whatever the chemical was, your nipples
turn  cold and go numb. Well, before I knew what was going on, numb nips or not,
my  nipple rings were removed and a taper pin was inserted into each nipple;
expanding the original holes. The pins were shoved in far enough that I felt
very uncomfortable and I was hoping the numbness would continue. But as the
nipples came back to their natural feelings, the sensation was obvious but
bearable. At least I was proud of myself for not crying out or screaming. But
then again, perhaps this was a time when a slave should not have pride in one's
 self.  The same scene was performed on my ears and my snout ring. Then all
was calm. I just tried to mentally arrange all my thoughts so I wouldn't feel
the position of my body, as fatigue was taking hold. My ass crack was now
being  cleaned with some type of antiseptic stuff. The smell was one of those `
sterile'  smells. There was a sudden pinch on an area of my skin somewhere
between my  asshole and my nad bag, just before a large needle speared me. As had
been told  to me a lot earlier in the week, this piercing was part of my
transformation.  Like the others, this ring was large diameter with the same size
ball, but the  thickness was twice what the others were. Now it hit me!  The
taper pins in  the other holes were stretching them so that now they too would be
thicker  rings. Damn! The new earrings were twice as heavy as the original.
But, my new  snout ring was no longer small in size. It too, was large in
diameter. It felt  awful. Being in this position, he left it lying on the bridge of
my nose, and I  knew that when I was down on all fours the ring would hang
down to my lower lip.  I felt as if I was being transformed into some sort of
freak. When one least  expects it. Where in my life had I heard that before? The
brain kicked into high  gear. Right before it happened, I recalled what was
to come. Without ceremony, I  ended up with two more rings. One on each new
half of my dickhead. Ok, mister,  you can stop now, you fuck  head!

My body was re-positioned to where my head was a little higher but still
hanging  backwards, my ass was lowered but the legs were pulled into the splits
position.  I felt something in my hole, but couldn't quite figure out what.
Like, how could  I? With all the plugs, the fuck machine working non-stop my hole
was semi  de-sensitized to something smaller. Oh man, a real blood flowing,
slab of man  meat was fucking me. His cock hit my love bud and I was drifting
off into a  blissful state. The trauma of the new rings, cinch ring or body
position didn't  matter. For this brief time, I felt alive, I felt  `human'.

The cologne odor was once again strong, like real strong. With all that was
happening I surprised myself by being able to smell anything at all. The smell
 was right in front of my head. Somebody's cock was slapping my cheeks. I
took  that to mean whomever it was wanted me to open my mouth. I opened and
prepared  to swallow piss. For sure the cock didn't belong to Cody. This cock had
hair,  awful hair. After the cock was in my mouth I waited, but no piss. I
started  sucking and swallowing the cock. It got harder and harder.  The piston
motions began. Ahh yes, thank you, thank you. I'm finally getting to suck a
dick. Sucking and fucking. This was nice. No not nice, this was great. The cock
in my mouth went deeper with each stroke, and my gag reflex started to kick
in  but I got my breathing under control real fast. I didn't need to hear, didn'
t  need to see. All I needed was to feel and to taste. It wasn't long before
the  cock in my ass spunked globs of male nectar inside me. Then my mouth
could feel  the tight throbbing and convulsing of the last cock still inside me.
The taste  was awesome. It had been ages since I had tasted this nectar of the
gods. Now it  was Cody's turn. Cody didn't surprise me at all. I knew that
with his cock in my  mouth, all I would get would be his golden, hot, piss. Next
to sperm, Cody's  piss was like  dessert.

My ass was raised high again. Higher this time, than the last. I was almost
inverted. Fingers played again with my hole, while other hands twisted and
turned all my new rings. The sensation of frozen logs again. One after an other,
 logs were pushed into my hole. Gravity seemed to take over and the logs went
in  further than ever before. The butt plug was put back into place, but no
pain  went with the insertion, just a feeling of fullness. I was slowly lowered
down,  until I once again was on the floor.  Six hands removed all the
leather  straps and the same six hands got me back onto my knees and hands. My
bladder  was getting full and I was hoping they would release the clamp on the
catheter  and let me piss, but that was not the case, just yet. I got my gag
replaced and  was left momentarily alone. The familiar movements with the gag and I
knew that  I was getting ready to swallow piss but not mine. Through the gag
came torrents  and torrents of piss. The remaining two males drained
themselves into my mouth,  just adding more for me to piss out of my body. My piss
along with three males  piss, made for an extended abdomen and I could feel it for
sure. Once again, I  was left briefly alone. It sure would be nice if they
would allow my feet to  return to the floor, but that never happened. I sure
could feel the new rings.  The weight of them was going to take some getting used
to. The three new rings  were obviously the most noticeable, with regards to
being uncomfortable, or  should I say slightly painful. The ring by my ass was
there for a reason. I knew  not all reasons, but I knew that I couldn't close
my thighs at all. The ring  prevented  that.

Whatever day it was, I was just thinking of a few things, the changes in me.
I  had not been allowed to piss like a man, and I hadn't been allowed to use a
 toilet to take a dump. It sure seemed strange, but good, that I hadn't felt
the  urge to dump all week long. But, the times like now, I felt the urge to
piss.  Bodily functions were no longer under my control, hell; nothing was
under my  control  anymore.

I stayed in my proper position, trying to maintain every bit of control as I
could. I was beginning to wonder when Master would be home. I wanted so much
to  smell, taste and feel him. I didn't have to wonder  long.

The same six hands were on me, lifting me. I ended up on some sort of padded
bench, so it seemed. They had actually picked me up and carefully placed me
on  this piece of apparatus. My chest felt the now familiar leather, as did my
knees. My knees were separated by the main part of this bench. Whatever this
was, left me no doubt that I was in for some serious training. My knees swung
 further apart, as they somehow were able to move this part of the bench. If
you  were standing behind me, you would have been able to see the butt plug,
guiche  ring and the two new dick head rings. There must have been an
indentation on the  bench, which allowed my cock and balls to fit properly.
I was thankful that  my now larger nipple rings were beneath me, resting
themselves on the bench;  under the weight of my chest. I momentarily felt so
comfortable, that I wanted  to close my eyes and fall asleep. Did I eat today? I
couldn't remember. All I  knew was  hunger.

The bench must have been designed with a lot of thought, for which I would
later  be quite thankful, indeed.  Each arm was then raised off the bench and
placed by itself on its own padded area. The arm was then strapped down, with
straps above and below the elbow. Next the arm was moved so that it was
straight  out from the body. When the guys were done with my arms I sort of looked
like  the wings on an airplane. At least my hands were free to move a little
bit.  Keyword `little bit'.  J  Each ankle was the released, be it ever so
briefly, and allowed to drop down away from the upper thigh area. God that felt
good for a minute or two; until cramps took over. My Cody, being attentive,
massaged them vigorously.  My butt felt cool air. Damn!!  Who ever  entered the
room was greeted by my body; with my ass `smiling' at them. I felt
embarrassment and a bit  ashamed.

My earplugs were removed (why?) and my brain was flooded with sound. Sounds
coming from every direction. Loud sounds, muffled sounds, voices, and strange
sound. Master spoke to Cody briefly, then spoke to the leather master who did
 the piercings. Welcome relief came, when Master spoke to me. Master said
that He  continued to be pleased with my progress and the good reports He had
gotten from  Cody. Master told me that tonight I would experience a great deal. I
should of  become frightened by this, but I remained fairly calm. Masters
voice had such  effect on me. I honestly was a little excited by listening to
Him. I was totally  surprised when Master the fourth man in the room to remove my
mouth gag. It was  odd that the only sense I was left without was that of
sight. The door opened  again and now many voices were heard. The cool air
remained flowing across my  body, for which I was thankful. Then it struck me. This
Must Be Friday!

Once again, each leg was raised. With the leg raised, each knee was `fitted'
 with some sort of pad. Soft and certainly comfortable. It appeared that
Master  was, at this point, displaying an act of kindness towards me. Then each
ankle  was once again raised towards the upper calf and tied tightly towards my
upper  thigh. Gee, those ankle cuffs come in handy, now don't they.  Pain
returned  as Master instructed someone to spread the legs out even further. I felt
as if I  was about to be split in  half.

Master took hold of my nads, fondling them. Then, as before, Master wrapped
leather around each one. Each nut was then pulled away from the body. Right
nut  , right side, etc. The free end of the leather was pulled tight and tied to
 something, making me even more secure and less able (or likely) to move.
Unless  you have experienced this, you have no idea how much this hurt. The pain
went  all the way up the body and into my guts. My hands were then covered
with  leather. Whatever was covering them felt great at first. My hands were
forced  into a fist and the leather adjusted so that my fingers could not move.
Master  leaned forward and said; "now your hands look normal". Holy  Shit!

"If I can have everyone's attention for a moment please"  Master spoke. " I
am pleased, now, to introduce you to my boy. I would ask that  each slave
here come forward and show his gratitude to `boy'. One by one, all  the slaves
present came forward and kissed me squarely on the lips. Two of the  slaves
where then commanded to get under my bench, .lay flat, face up. My tubing  was
finally connected to the catheter, but instead of the free end going back  into
my mouth, the end was placed into a fitting, which made two separate lines.
These lines went into the mouths of the two slaves beneath me. The clamp was
released and piss flowed. Flowed like water rushing over a dam. The absence of
pressure in my bladder was a great relief. And, I didn't care a rat's ass,
that  those two slaves below were made to consume my  piss.

I can only assume that Master allowed me to hear, only to further my
humiliation  and degradation. "Now I ask that my friends come forward and introduce
themselves to boy" Master said. There was a shuffling sound and one by one each
 master came forward. Each master stood up on a short stool. Each master then
let  loose a hot, solid stream of hot piss. Piss was sprayed from asshole to
appetite. The smell was overwhelming.  When I thought about it, I realized
that the piss had to have fallen off of me and onto the two slaves beneath me.
After all of the masters had finished greeting me, I was rinsed off by a flow
of  nice warm water. Slaves were commanded to then pat dry my body. This was
becoming way too much for me. I felt weak, perhaps from lack of food. A
serious  burning pain landed squarely on my back. I knew it came not from a whip.
Then  more of the same pain, in floods they came. The masters were dripping hot
candle  wax all over my back. I couldn't move, but I sure let out some
strange, weird  sounds from my mouth. The wax then started to be dripped on my butt,
not  anywhere near my new guiche ring.  From my butt, they moved to dripping
wax  on the soles of my feet. Once again, words cannot describe the pain this
caused.  Mentally I was crying out for Cody. I wanted and needed his
comforting.

"I see that My slave has informed Me that dinner is ready to be served"
Master  announced. I was thankful that I would be left alone to recover. How could
I be  so stupid? Before they left, my body was once more greeted by hot wax.
This time  the wax was being dripped on the crown at the back of my head. As
the hot wax  was pooling, a large candle was set in place amidst the hot wax.
As the wax  cooled, the large candle was fixed into place. The candle was lit,
and the room  became silent. I was alone, or was I.  I knew that if I moved my
head, the  hot wax would flow off the top of the candle onto my head. What a
hell of a  situation to be in.  I heard a little bit of noise beneath me and
realized  that the two piss sucking slaves were still here. Then out of the
blue, those  two let out cries of pain. Their noise brought them some sort of
punishment. So,  therefore I was not alone; two slaves, myself and someone else.
The third person  in the room was Cody. I felt so much relief that he was here
that I broke down  and cried like a  baby.



Why had Cody been left with me? Why was he not serving Master the evening
meal?  Cody came forward and kissed me on the lips. I felt his tongue enter  my
mouth and I returned the kiss with passion and love. Cody  reminded me  not to
move my head because the hot wax was beginning to pool up on top of the
candle. He kissed me again and again.  While the masters were eating Cody  had
been commanded to stay with me, to make sure all was safe, all was quiet.  Cody
was allowed to tell me what had been going on, what may or may not happen  this
night.

He reminded me that the number of masters here was seven. The number of
slaves  here was seven. But, he said something that startled me. There was another
person here as well. He said that this other person was known to me. How
could  this be.  Then it registered. The other person; the smell of that familiar
cologne. The other person was Trey. From my college swim team. No fucking
way.  No, Never, Impossible. Cody spoke and told me that during all my emails and
 phone calls between myself and Master that Master was able to get enough
information about this `other person'. As luck would have it, Trey was gay (as
I  had thought). Trey had, as I had, been surfing the net and came across the
`group of masters'. Trey was wanting to explore his options and his needs.
Trey  knew he too had limited sexual experience but he did know he was
dominating, not  submissive. Master and the others had invited him to visit for the
weekend. Trey  did not know about me, or that I was here. It was only when he
arrived that  Master had told him of me. Cody said that when Trey learned that I
was here, his  eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. That was a good feeling;
but I was starting  to yearn for and care about Cody. We shall see about mister
Trey and how he  stacks up learning about his wants and needs. But for me Cody
is my savior and  Master is my life's  blood.

Voices returned, and all had been assembled. Master spoke of His gladness,
that  I had not spilled any wax during His absence. "We shall see if boy can
continue  to refrain from spilling the hot wax," said Master. The flame on the
candle was  extinguished, and the candle removed from my head. Before the wax
had a chance  to cool and harden, it was splashed beneath me, on to the two
naked slaves. The  screams seemed distant but vivid. I was glad, happy, and joyful
that the wax was  not splashed onto me. Whew... Thank you lord.  Little
splashes of hot wax,  from new candles, landed on my back, directly over the spine.
Again, the candles  were placed into the hardening wax. I had a row of lit
votive candles running  the length of my back. AND, I knew that these candles did
not really collect a  lot of melted wax on the tops of them. "Trey, please
come forward" Master more  like commanded than just stating." Now, Trey, in
order to see if you really want  this lifestyle, need this lifestyle and desire
the same; I want you to use this  basket of clothespins on my boy. I want you
to run a row of clothespins down  each side of him. From his wrists down to his
hips".  For fuck sakes, not  again. Once was enough. Hell, once was more than
enough. I knew the pain of  these pins. I also knew that I would not be able
to maintain  my position,  my composure.  By the time Trey was applying them
to my pits, I was  thrashing around, spilling the hot wax onto my back. With
the wax so close to  the skin, the pain was terrifying.  I screamed, and cried.
I wanted to `go  home'. The attack continued on my body until both sides were
adorned with the  clothespins and my back was covered with wax. I cried like
a baby ,  uncontrollable.  "Most excellent" said Master. "Thank you" said
Trey. The  candle flames were extinguished and removed. Slaves were ordered to
pick and  peel the cooled wax from my body. The other masters came forward to
look at, to  touch my reddened back." Ok Cody", said Master. Cody kissed me
passionately and  then began to rub oil onto my back. My hanging cock began to
harden and the  nerve endings in my nads sent shock waves through my body.

Thankful that this part of my `training' was over; I could only hope that I
had  entertained the group enough for the night. I seemed not to be anymore
humiliated now than the first time being naked in front of Master and Cody. But
 Master had left the clothespins on my body, so my hopes were dashed. The
night  was not over, not by a long shot. Little did I know, more demanding, more
torturous and painful things lay ahead. And all I wanted was food and sleep.
Where was it written that I got what I wanted, when I wanted  it.

End of Part Seven... of twenty-five

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