Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 13:43:46 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: First Hand School chapter 5

Day 5. The program begins

Themes include fucking, bondage, toys, dildos and domination. Average
reading time: 20 minutes.

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Jay's told me I've got an hour or so to write this before my first lesson
begins. It's fucking odd writing this whilst wanking, not least that I'm
right handed. I can only write with that hand, so I'm jacking my cock with
my left. It feels weird, like I'm being wanked by someone else. That's
actually a helpful distraction from the pain in my balls though - last
night and this morning were fucking tough.

The night started with him brutally assaulting my hole from behind again. I
thought I would have got used to being fucked by Jay's fireplug of a cock
by now, but if anything it felt bigger than that first morning rape. I
twisted and writhed on the bed trying to escape his thick dickmeat, but Jay
wasn't having it. He just held me down and told me to struggle all I
wanted. Said that he liked the fight, and that all I was doing was driving
myself deeper on to his cock. I blushed as I heard him saying that it
proved just how much I wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked... None of
that was true of course - he'd got me into this sick situation - but the
thought of it seemed to spur him on and it wasn't long before he unloaded
deep inside of me.

I really hoped that was going to be end of it and Jay would let me fall
asleep, but he clearly had other plans. He withdrew his cock, my body
seemingly turning against me and determined to embarrass me - my ass
letting out a disgusting squelch as his cock left my hole. He let out a
monstrous laugh and slapped my ass saying "there's a good cunt." Am I ever
going to get used to being called that?!

At this point I was still laying on the bed and he told me not to move. I
could hear him walk around the bedroom, picking things up and assembling a
small pile of stuff on the bed next to me. I wasn't prepared for what he
did next though. Within moments he had secured thick leather cuffs to my
wrists and ankles, and then rope from each cuff to the four corners of the
bed. I still had a little freedom of movement but essentially I was splayed
out on my front with my rear totally on display.

Jay apparently wasn't going to allow any movement as I felt his hands grab
my balls and pull them down and away from my body. I then felt him
attaching some kind of leather device and the sound of metal chains (I
found out later that this was called a ball parachute and I should expect
to have it used on me often).

Seconds later I could feel tension on my balls. Fuck! They were being
stretched away from my body. I had never felt anything quite like it and
the feeling was fucking intense. As I was alone with Jay my cock was
unlocked and once more my body betrayed me: my cock got hard under the
pressure from the stretch. Fuck! How could I be liking this?! I tried to
wiggle my ass, both to stimulate my cock (I hadn't cum in two days) but
also to find a position where the stretch would be less intense, but
nothing worked. If anything the stretch felt bigger.

"Hear that clicking sound boy?" Jay asked. Now that he mentioned it I could
hear an occasional click in the background that coincided with me moving my
ass. "That's the ratchet strap attached to your balls. The more you
struggle, the tighter the rope gets... I'd think very carefully about just
how much you want to move around. Unless you want to be known forever as
lowhangingpussyboicunt!" With that he guffawed, evidently very happy with
himself.

"Now, I've had a long and tiring day so I think it's time to get some shut
eye." As he moved to turn the lights off I immediately wondered where he
was going to go to sleep. There was only one bed in the room and I was
spread eagled over virtually the entire thing. There simply wasn't enough
room for him to lie alongside me, but surely he wasn't going to sleep on
the sofa?

"Time to get comfortable Bobby" he said. I felt his muscular body climb
onto the bed and then his knees straddling my upper legs. A second later I
cried out as his hard cock penetrated my hole again, before I felt the full
weight of his body lying on top of me. Seriously? This was where he was
going to sleep? On top of me with his dick in my ass?!

It was then that the full deviousness of his ball stretching parachute
became apparent. He wiggled his body around, trying to find the most
comfortable position. The more he moved the more his body acted as as a
painful fulcrum for his dick. I was literally being reamed out. And of
course if I moved with him to take the pressure off my ass I would pull my
balls off.

Jay finally settled in one place. "How do you feel boy? I bet that feels
good, eh?" It was entirely a rhetorical question as he went on talking.
"You may have noticed that my cock is deep inside of you" - no shit
Sherlock! - "it's your job to keep me hard. If you feel me going soft it's
your fault and I will blame you. I want you to use the muscles in your ass
lining to massage my cock back to full hardness. Can you do that for me
Bobby? Why don't you try it now? Come on, let me feel it... your future here
relies on your ass muscles being nice and strong, so this is great practice
I'm giving you."

Mother of god. A beast of a man was lying on top of me, my ass was
overstuffed with cock, my balls were stretched to hell AND I had to keep
him hard all night long?!

"Come on, let me feel those pussy muscles ripple" Jay said, painfully
pushing his cock deeper between my ass cheeks to make me comply. I had no
choice and squeezed my hole tight, then released and repeated. I could feel
Jay's dick twitch with pleasure.

"That's right bitch, you just keep doing what you're doing and keep me
hard. If I wake up in the night I'll want to fuck you again so you've got
to keep me ready and primed. Don't fuck this up boy... or you really will be
fucked up. Sleep tight cunt!" With that he nuzzled my neck ever so
slightly, and then I could slowly feel his body relaxing, his breathe
calming down and Jay gently falling asleep.

The rest of the night was deeply uncomfortable. Jay was heavy and even
though I was bushwhacked after the last few days and needed to sleep I was
frightened of drifting off. Keeping Jay hard took a lot of my energy, but
it also gave me a lot of time to think. I felt like I was living my worst
nightmare, except I'd never had any nightmares this crazy. To be kidnapped
by a bunch of sex-crazed animals who seemed to have only one purpose in
life -- to turn me into a `pussyboicunt' -- was unbelievable. I didn't want
to think what it actually meant. Maybe if I blocked being turned into a
pussyboicunt from my head it wouldn't actually be happening to me? And yet
in many ways, I could feel it happening to me. I could feel Jay's cock
buried in my hole. I could feel the reaction as I squeezed my ass muscles,
his cock pulsating and returning to full hardness. I did that. Me, Bobby
Kent. I made Jay hard. Maybe this was my purpose in life?

Inevitably I drifted off, it was impossible not too. But I soon woke to
extreme fire in my hole! Regardless of my failure to keep Jay hard, his
regular morning wood must have done the trick of returning him to full
pussyramming size. And he was fucking me brutally for failing in my `duty'.
What made it brutal? Whatever lube and cum had been in my ass yesterday
must have completely disappeared and I was being fucked dry. It was agony.
Jay didn't say much, this seemed to have turned into a grudge fuck for him
and he mechanically kept going until he shot his load.

"There you are bitch. I see we're going to have to invest a lot of time in
your muscle control and your ability to follow orders. Anyway, here's a
little present for not doing what I asked you to do..." he said with a
contented sigh.

Fuck! My hole suddenly felt scalding hot... the bastard was pissing in me! He
was filling my guts up with his morning slash. By now I was used to taking
enemas and cleaning myself out but his flow seemed to go on forever. It was
so demeaning. Tied to the bed, my balls in agony (I had done my best not to
struggle, but that doesn't mean my balls weren't numb with pain) and a
bastard lying on top emptying his waste into me. Is this my future? Because
if it is I'm fucked.

Jay eventually pulled out and climbed off. He told me in no uncertain terms
to hold the piss inside until I was untied, that he didn't want to see me
leak a single drop. I clenched my ass cheeks until I thought they'd burst.
Being untied was such a relief, except for the blood rushing back into my
ball sack as they were released. God knows whether they'll ever go back to
normal - they look purple and angry.

Jay lead me to the bathroom and took me to flush myself out, and to make
sure I used the enema nozzle. There it was again with it's crazy light at
the end of the tip.

As we ate some breakfast Jay explained the day ahead. "Big day for you
Bobby. Your first day of the program... in years to come you're going to look
back on this moment and see it as life-defining." He went on in this vein
for quite some time. To be honest I wasn't in the mood to hear it. There
are only so many times that I can hear this shit, especially from a bastard
like Jay. I think my only strategy is just to roll with it and try not to
be controlled by it. They can change my hole, but they can't change who I
am on the inside, right?

We got to the end of the meal and Jay told me to write this up before he
took me to meet my first `tutor'. God knows what the day has in store.
Anyway, here he comes now to lock me back into my cock cage and take me to
my first lesson (I didn't cum last night by the way, through I'm pretty
sure the bed was damp with precum run off). I'm sure I'll have to tell you
all the lesson later...

Later. First dildo lesson

So much has happened today that I can't believe it. I feel as if I'm
standing on the edge of a precipice and all the tutors are standing around
waiting for me to fall. I've just got back and Jay wants me to sit down and
write this up immediately. As per his rules, I'm naked and masturbating,
though right now it's not the motions in my hand that's making me twitch,
it's the sensations from my ass. My hole feels so big... I honestly believe
it's been changed forever - christ, I've seen the evidence! - and I'm only
one day into the program.

This morning Jay delivered me to a large room that I can only describe as
being halfway between classroom and sex dungeon. Instead of rows of desks
there were a variety of beds, padded benches and what looked like
barbershop chairs. Instead of posters of kings and queens on the walls
there were the most graphic and hardcore instructional diagrams about the
art of man-on-man fornication you could ever possibly imagine. It was like
an explosion between a Mapplethorpe gallery and a technical drawing seminar.

The walls were painted black and there were no windows. The floor was
covered in some kind of thick and spongy matting and instead of the room
smelling of bubblegum and stationery, it smelt of lube, latex and ass
juices. However, this was nothing compared to the most intimidating
feature: an entire wall - all 10 metres of it - covered floor to ceiling,
wall to wall, with shelves lined with hundreds upon hundreds of dildos. I
was a novice when it came to all of this - my only past experience being
the dildo I'd found under the bed in my sister's room - but this was simply
staggering. This wasn't a mere sex shop of dildos, it was a dildo
encyclopaedia. Every size, colour and shape appeared to be represented. And
it wasn't just the sheer number available that intimidated but the giant
girth and width on display. Even the most cursory glance was terrifying.

Standing in front of this arsenal of toys was my tutor Trent, who seemed
mighty pleased to have a new student. He was a tall black man with smooth
skin and a completely bald head. He was very striking looking, not least
that he was wearing some kind of black neoprene jeans and vest (apparently
at the end of the day it was easier to clean all the surplus lube off
neoprene than leather or rubber). The vest revealed his taut stomach, broad
chest and made the most of his defined arms (I guess it was pretty easy to
get lube off bare skin too!).

Jay introduced me. "Trent, here's the new pussyboicunt as promised... Bobby,
say hello to Trent... He's going to be your personal anal stretching
therapist. By the end of this month you're going to know him very well.
Intimately well. So, I'll let you two get started..."

With that he left and so began my first lesson: introduction to dildos. To
say it was a lesson is a bit of a misnomer, as it was actually a one-on-one
tutorial. Just me and Trent together for 6 hours totally focused on my
hole. And to say it was an introduction is a bit of a lie too: even in my
inexperience I knew that the choads and dongs he used on me were way past
introductory size.

Trent started by trying to ease me in gently. "Welcome Bobby,
congratulations on being selected... You won't believe how many guys fight to
be in your shoes, so well done, it's a huge achievement. I'm going to make
sure you don't regret your time here and that your hole never forgets
either..."

"Never forgets? What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly as I looked at the
wall of dildos. I felt this was the moment when I could finally understand
exactly what the next month - this `program' - was all about.

"It's simple boy, once you've spent some time with me you ain't never going
back... you're permanently transformed. That's what being a pussyboicunt is
all about! I can see you eyeing up our toy selection, maybe I can walk you
through them and broaden your horizons a bit?" Trent beckoned me to follow
him and strode over to one end of the dildo wall.

"You see, the toys in this section are all about opening guys up. The
material is soft and spongy, and regardless of the size they all have a
similar profile. A flanged head that then gently increases in width. As the
male phallus is such a good method for breaking holes in, many of these
toys take inspiration or have been directly moulded from human cocks." He
was right... all the toys in this section did fit that profile, yet I
couldn't understand why they ranged from the toy in his hand (which I would
equate to `well-hung' now I'd met Carl and Jay) to dildos of freakishly
impossible sizes.

He had obviously done this spiel many times before as he anticipated my
question. "You may wonder why they're in so many different sizes... well the
truth is that it doesn't matter what size the hole, it still needs opening
up every so often. Today you're one size, but in a week's time your hole
might be this big..." at this he gestured to an extravagantly sized dildo
whose size defied belief to my eyes. Jesus Christ, he thought that
expansion was possible in a week?!

My look of disbelief didn't seem to slow him down as he moved on to the
next section of toys. "Now, from openers to stretchers... All the toys in
this section are designed to really force a hole wide. All these will
really supersize a hole, no matter what the starting point is. See how the
heads are often deeply flared and then gently shrink down before widening
significantly towards the base? It's all about getting these toys in past
the head, letting the hole relax and then really taking advantage of that
stretch to flare the cunt out. Honestly, you can do some good damage with
these..."

Damage? Fuck me. Trent seemed really pleased with himself and totally
oblivious to the way I was feeling. Without pausing he walked further down
the wall.

"Now this is the wrecking section: all toys designed to fundamentally
change the properties of a hole. We're talking from hole to pussy, cunt to
cavern... All of the dildos here are made out of firm latex or hard silicon
to give a really punishing and unforgiving stretch. Each one is designed
with destruction in mind. Like this rough rider, with these raised half
inch dots along the shaft... it may look simple but it's excellent at giving
a hole really puffy pussy lips. Or this one with the mean punch cutter of a
head and then a razorback shaft of graduated flanges in increasing sizes...
No matter what the your hole size you're going to know about it once you
take one of these."

Jesus Christ, I couldn't believe what he was saying or what he was showing
me. Until now I had valiantly held out hope that whatever these fuckers had
planned for me was reversible, that somehow I could go back to a normal
life afterwards. But this wasn't normal... on no scale at all could these
toys be described as normal. Any one of them would take me past the point
of no return, to permanently being a complete pussycuntboi... whatever the
hell that meant.

Trent ploughed on regardless. "And here's the final section: the saboteurs.
These are dildos so big that they ruin a hole for anything that comes next.
Nothing can compete with these fuckers." The size and shape of these toys
staggered me. It wasn't just that they were inhumanly large, it was also
that they simply weren't human. Most had clearly been modelled on animals
and mythical beasts. Which sick fuck had the imagination to be able to
design toys this fucked up? Toys that had only one purpose in life: to
conqueror and annihilate any hole they touched?

By now Trent was unconsciously resting his hand on the giant, bulbous
helmet of a truly demonic looking toy. The head was thick and shaped to
cleave open a cunt... before the shaft - covered in brutally thick veins -
dramatically widened to make sure no fuckhole ever came back in one piece.
Trent saw the mad panic in my eyes. "Don't worry boy, I would never start a
session off with a toy this big. Well, at least not today... Now, I don't
want you to confuse my area of expertise with this wall of toys. I want to
make it perfectly clear that I am not an expert in toys, plugs or dildos...
No, I'm a certified expert in hole stretching and that's my job: to stretch
your pussy. These toys are just the instruments of your destruction. I'm
here to take what you laughingly call your hole and turn it into a real
man's cunt."

"But Trent, I don't want a cunt. All I wanted was to lose my cherry, the
last thing in the world I want to be is a mancunt." I replied immediately.
The dildo wall may have shook me to my core, but maybe if I projected
confidence I could desperately get out of this situation. Pleading was my
only hope.

"Don't bullshit me boy, I saw the video of you pulling train. There's no
way you'd be standing here in front of me if you didn't want it big time.
Besides, I didn't say mancunt, I said man's cunt. That is, cunt that
belongs to a man. In this case you are the cunt and the man who owns you is
Jay, though don't expect it to stay like that forever...

Now... why don't you go and pick a toy that you think you'd be comfortable to
start the session with? Take your time and have a good look... but maybe
stick to the openers section for now, eh?" With that he laughed and walked
back to the beginning of the wall, clearly expecting me to follow. My
shoulders slumped... there was no way of getting out of this.

I resolutely scanned the opener shelves, looking for something similar to
the size of the toy I had played with before in my sister's bedroom. To be
honest I found it difficult to find anything that small, and having had
intimate experience of Carl, Jay and the fuck train 30, I could see why.
What I had played with was nothing in comparison to the hung guys here.

Eventually I settled on a reasonably slender black dildo a fair bigger than
my own 6" cock. I had to start somewhere right? I guess this one was about
8" long and a lot more girthy than mine. I was worried that Trent might
think it was too small but he didn't seem to care. He took the toy from my
hand and reached up with his other to grab another from two shelves up.
"Okay, good starting point boy... but this is what you're going to be able to
take by the end of today." It was uncanny how he seemed to know exactly
what toy he wanted, almost without looking, but I couldn't help but think
he had made some kind of mistake. The toy he'd grabbed was fucking huge! It
was dark blue and was semi-realistic with a pronounced head and then a
thick shaft descending to a giant set of balls.

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"So, this is Thor, made by Crackstuffers. It's nearly 3" wide and 13.5"
long, though only 10 of those are insertable. Well, not unless your arse is
so hungry that we can sink these life-like balls into your hole. Wouldn't
that be a thing, eh?"

I was gulping in disbelief. How the fuck could I fit a toy that big inside
of me? I mean yes, Carl was big, but not that big.

Trent completely misread my facial expressions. "Don't be upset at how
small it is, kid. I should be able to plug a guy your age with toys twice
this size without even a grunt, so don't go complaining to me that you
didn't fuck yourself with bigger toys before you arrived at the School.
It's not my fault you're late to the party... Now, let's get you secured."

At this point Trent lead me over to one of the barber shop chairs. I wanted
to flee - to escape from this hellhole - but where could I go? The School
was a maze of sex, with tutors and attendants at every turn. And Trent was
much stronger than I was - I bet he could wrestle me to the ground with
just one arm.

He gestured towards the chair. The metal frame was the colour of gun metal,
the seat padded with worn, dark brown leather. The chair seemed very high
off the ground, but its defining feature were the metal attachments fixed
to the base. I may have been a virgin before I got to the School, but even
I knew that they were stirrups to hold my legs apart and raised in the air.
I suddenly realised why the chair was so high - once I was seated and
spread the height would give Trent perfect access to my ass.

I gulped and climbed in. Trent helped by positioning my legs in the
stirrups before wrapping leather straps - built into the chair - around my
ankles, thighs and chest... Even my forearms and wrists were secured. I was
now held captive for the day.

And so it began as he started feeding my hole with dildos. He started off
with the thick 8" toy I had selected from the wall, which in comparison to
Thor was laughably tiny. Trent lubed it up and wasted no time in getting it
inside of me. To be honest I was surprised at how easily I could take it.
Trent explained that the toy I'd picked was about the limit of most girl's
cunts, but the School was obviously aiming to get me much bigger than that.

Soon he had grabbed another toy from the wall, and then another and
another. All of them were slid, cajoled or forced inside of me. There were
simply too many for me to list... Though I do remember Trent describing a
thick 9" choad as the kind of toy that only `pro' gay men would feel
comfortable with. I grunted and heaved as Trent plunged it into my hole.

Little by little Trent was stretching me open. Even before I'd got to the
next toy - a thickly veined dong that Trent said even most rent boys would
have trouble accommodating - I began to appreciate just how skilled Trent
was at his job. He was using a mixture of force and persuasion. Giving my
hole just enough time to adjust before pushing that little bit further into
my pussy. That's how he kept on referring to it, my pussy. At one point I
heard him say "come on Bobby, I know your pussy can take this. This dildo
is almost the same size as the biggest guys on your fuck train, and you
took those cocks with ease. If you can take those, then I bet your pussy
can take a little bit more of this fat stalk, yes?"

The barrage of toys and words kept on going. It was relentless. Trent
didn't stop once and there was barely a moment when I didn't have something
inside of me. Said he didn't want to give my pussy a chance to close up.
Not after he'd made so much progress.

Every so often he would pause with an imitation dick buried deep inside of
me, filling me more than I could ever have imagined. Trent would look me in
the eyes and tell me to enjoy the stretch. That's it, nothing more... Just
enjoy the stretch, bitch. The more he said it, the more I believed it. The
sheer feeling of being full was amazing, like nothing I had ever
experienced before. A deep, twisted part of me beginning to be proud of
just how much I was taking. Christ, I'm sick.

Finally, after hours and hours of effort, Trent pressed the mammoth head of
Thor against the lubed mess that was the entrance to my ass. Even with all
the prep and build-up, it was still a gigantic task to feed my pussy with a
toy that big. Trent said he believed in me but I couldn't believe how a toy
that big could fit inside of me. It felt like a bludgeon to the most
intimate and sensitive part of my body. No matter what I said, no matter
how much I protested or struggled against my leather bindings, Trent kept
the relentless pressure on my pussy.

Eventually my hole caved and gave way. It had to, Trent was simple too
strong and his desire to see the giant rubber dick in my hole too great. He
may not have been fucking me with the toy (thank god!) but there was no
doubt he forced that fucker inside me. The stretch was unbelievable, my
entire body centred around the foreign object in my butt.

Trent smiled at and looked me in the eye. "There, there, Bobby, you've done
really well. I'm proud of you." Despite the all-consuming pain, a little
bit of me felt proud too. I had done it, I had taken this epic toy and
survived intact. Sure, my hole must be bigger now, but I was still in one
piece. I was still Bobby Kent and not Bobby Kunt. My happiness was soon
thrown overboard... "Just think, now you've taken Thor we can really start
stretching your pussy!" he said with a demonic smile.

"That's for the future though... for now let's get you cleaned up. Jay will
be back to collect you soon." With this he grabbed Thor by the balls and
slowly removed the dildo from my arse. For the first time in hours my hole
was empty and Christ could I feel it. I felt incomplete... as if something
fundamental to my body was missing. Trent put the rubber cock down and
stood back to admire his handiwork. "Wow boy, your hole is looking good,
even if I say so myself! Nice beginner's gape too... really gives me
something to work with."

Gape? What the fuck did he mean? So many times over the last few days I
felt as if there was a huge part of my vocabulary that was missing. Sex
education at school, the locker room, the vanilla porn I'd watched... none of
it had prepared me for this.

Whilst I was trying to work out what he meant, Trent approached my hole
with an enema hose. Once again the nozzle lit up, but this time Trent said
it was loaded not with water, but with a medicated balm that would soothe
my hole as it flushed me out. I've got to say that it felt amazing - warm
and calming. I soon forget all about my knowledge gap as the lotion somehow
managed to relax my entire body.

Soon Trent removed the enema nozzle and released me from the chair. I was a
little bit unsteady on my feet, but it felt great to be standing up again.
Even with the balm I couldn't deny that that my pussy felt entirely
different though. Trent had spent so long stretching me that it felt as if
there was still something inside of me, like a phantom dong or something. I
wondered just how long it would take for that feeling to go away. I noticed
that my jock, distended from the cock cage, was slick with precum. Damn, my
hole must have really enjoyed Trent's ministrations if I had leaked that
much. Surely it was wrong to enjoy all this?

Just at the point of feeling most shameful, Jay entered the room. He seemed
happy to see me both on my feet and looking bashful. He immediately asked
Trent how I had done and whether I had made good progress. Schucks, thanks
for asking me whether I was okay Jay.

Trent replied "why don't we take a look?" and picked up a tablet computer.
He touched the screen a couple of times before the large TVs dotted around
the room flickered into life. Here we go again I thought, another video
montage of one of my sessions... but no. This was entirely different. This
was some insane 3D representation of a body -- my body! -- and the camera was
flying towards my ass. How the fuck were they doing this?

"So this is Bobby's pussy before he arrived for the session this morning.
Note the slight corrugation of skin around the entrance and the overall
pinkness and inflammation. I presume you kept him cunted all night long?"
said Trent as he looked towards Jay, who nodded. "Yeah I thought so. Nice
touch, it definitely helped... Now lets fast forward to just a couple of
minutes ago."

Fucking hell. The image on the screen was monstrous. I mean I have never
seen my arse before up close but I knew what a regular one looked like. I
had been disturbed at the first sight of my used hole, but this second
image could only be described as horrific!

"Notice how the pussy is beginning to turn itself out. You can just start
to see the beginnings of his cunt lips... but I think most impressive is his
gape. When I took this image it was a half inch across and pulsating quite
happily, searching for his next cock or toy I bet!" they laughed.

So that's what Trent had meant by gape. My poor, precious hole was gaping
open... "What the fuck have you done to me? And how the fuck did you get that
image?" I cried out.

"Calm down boy, you haven't made anyway near as much progress as you think
you have" said Jay. "This is all very straightforward. Every time you use
one of the enema nozzles it takes video imagery of your hole. That's why it
has the lights at the end. It's pretty nifty, see? We can look at the
development of your hole since you arrived--" Jay nodded at Trent who played
a slideshow of my ass starting off as a regular puckered boyhole to the
degraded mess it was now "--and the camera even allows us to see inside your
body to get an inner look."

The screen changed to a 3D model of the inside of my ass. To be honest I
had no idea what it should look like, but all I can say is that it started
off looking like a reasonably tight tunnel and could now only be described
as a cavern. I was gobsmacked.

"We call it the cunt imaging system, CiS for short. Pretty cool eh? Looks
like you've still got a long way to go yet though boy."

And with that I was led back to Jay's room. I feel exhausted and
traumatised. I'm naked and sitting at this crummy desk doing this. It's
fucking hard to keep myself hard whilst writing this shit. It's sick. Jay
says it's exercise time next and then I guess it will be another night with
his cock inside my pussy. Sigh.

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Next: Bobby takes his first double...

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