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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 14 Punishment, Day 1, (morning)

This story is fiction,  a figment of my warped imagination.  Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead,  it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.  If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,  then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.

Story codes:  M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to:  robolder@excite.com   or    cumulust@yahoo.com


A Daymare On Kelly Street

by Rob

Part 14

Punishment, Day 1, (morning).

The room was still in darkness when I awoke.   It took a few moments for me to
realize where I was.   There was one thing for sure, I hadn't been dreaming.  I
was in a cage, so I must be at Master Dieter's place.

Minor cramping in my gut kept reminding me that  I needed to have a bowel
movement.  I hoped someone would be along soon.

My mouth was dry and I was very thirsty.   That Pilsen crap didn't quench the
thirst it only made it worse.   I had not been permitted to brush my teeth so my
mouth had a terrible taste and my teeth were coated in goop.

My bladder was calling and I wondered whether they would allow me to piss in a
toilet or would I have to keep pissing in this little bowl and drinking the
damned stuff.   What about my bowl movement, surely they wouldn't expect me to
shit in the cage.   That would make a hell of a mess, not to mention the
accompanying smells.

Then I remembered the damned bottle of Pilsen, sitting above my head.     
Dickie had tried to convince me that it was piss.   He had succeeded until he
made me drink my own just before going to sleep last night.    I was now
uncertain, it may be nothing more than coloured water with salt and some kind of
bitters added, then again maybe it was piss.  I did not make a habit of going
around drinking piss so I really wasn't sure.

In any case I had to have it all drunk before Dickie appeared and I figured he
would be along soon.   I placed my lips on the plastic nipple, pressed the
bearing with my tongue and the now cold liquid, filled my mouth.  I drank until
the bottle was empty, sat back and grimaced from the bitter after taste.

It seemed like an hour or so went by before Dickie finally showed up.   My gut
was really cramping now.   I had to have a shit and wasn't going to be able to
hold it much longer.   As well, my bladder was not helping matters.   That
bottle of Pilsen I had drunk had not helped matters, I needed relief.    I was
really in a bad way.

The light went on and practically blinded me.   I had to close my eyes to let
them adjust to the light.  Dickie entered the room almost immediately after the
light went on.

"Ah, I see It is learning to obey." he said, as he unfastened the empty bottle.

"Has it emptied It's bladder yet?" he asked.

"No Sir, It has to have a bowel movement and was waiting to be taken to a
toilet, Sir." I answered carefully.

"It does not use toilets.   If It must have a bowel movement It will do it right
now." he ordered, that evil grin back on his face.

"But Sir, it would make a mess of the cage, Sir." I said worried that he really
meant it.

"Too fucking bad." he sneered, he really meant it.

He opened the side hatch and had me hand him my bowl.

"I am going to get It's food and drink.  It had better have had It's shit before
I get back or I will tell the Master It is not cooperating, and It knows what
that means."  he gave a little laugh as he headed out the door.

I could not move more than a few inches, so if I dumped my load where I sat it
would be all over my ass.  But there was nothing else I could do.   He had
warned me and I sure didn't want the fucking prod hitting my dick again.  
Sitting in my own shit for a while was much more preferable.

With no real options opened to me I pushed and started my dump.   I am one of
those that can not control my bladder while dumping.   As soon as I pushed, my
bladder opened and I pissed myself.   The warm liquid puddled around under my
ass and mixing with a mess of soft excrement which shot out under pressure.

A terrible stink filled the room.   I don't smell great at the best of times
when I crap, but at least the toilet bowl and water help to keep the smell down
a bit.   What came shooting out was very soft, almost like the runs.   The smell
was sickening.    I almost puked up my guts as my bowels kept shooting out load
after load of this runny foul stuff.  What the hell were they putting in the
food and drink?

I was very uncomfortable, as I waited for Dickie to return.   It was a
particularly hard job trying to hold my stomach down.   The bile kept rising.   
All I wanted was for Dickie to return and get me out of this stinking mess.  

He was gone for the longest time and the stink just seemed to get worse.   I
wanted out of this fucking cage and away from the mess under my ass a quickly as
possible.   I'll swear it was over an hour before he finally came back.   
Either I had finally got used to it or the smell had died down to an acceptable
limit.

The door opened and he stepped in.

"What the fuck has It been doing." he shouted.

"The fucking pig shit in It's cage.  Wait till I tell the Master.   He is not
going to be very happy at all." he bellowed.

"But you ordered me too." I said in self defense, terror creeping through me.

"Not only is It a pig, It also lies.   Well the Master will not listen to a
single lie that falls from the lips of a pig that shits in It's own cage." he
said with that evil smile on his face.

He walked over to the cage and opened the hatch.   He passed me the little bowl
and it was full of those cubes.   He closed the hatch and told me to eat.   He
then placed a full bottle of Pilsen on the top of the cage and got it connected
to the hose.

"I am going to get the Master so he can come and see for himself what a stinking
mess It has made.   I would suggest It have the Manna and all of this fresh
bottle of pilsen gone before he gets here or you will make him even madder than
he is going to be about the mess." and he gave a little laugh.

"Please Sir."  I begged with tears in my eyes.

"Don't do this, Sir.   Don't get the Master back to zap It, Please, It will do
anything you want, Sir.  Anything, but please, don't tell the Master."  I was
really pleading and crying now.

But it worked.   He had the door almost open, but turned and closed it.

"Ok, but this is conditional.   It will obey me completely for the next couple
of hours.   If It disobeys or hesitates  when given an order, I will tell  the
Master about this filthy mess It has made.  Does it agree to that condition? 
Total and complete obedience." he demanded.

"Yes Sir, Dickie Sir, It will obey all of your commands instantly, Sir.  It will
be obedient"  I quickly answered.

"Then It will finish It's breakfast.   I will be back in ten minutes." he said
as he turned and left the room.

I had been absolutely terrified that he would carry out his threat and tell the
Master that I had shit in the cage.   There was no doubt that he was going to
make my life miserable for the next two hours, but as far as I was concerned
nothing could be worse then that fucking  Prod.

I began chewing the cubes.   They are hard little bastards and took a lot of
chewing to break down.   Even sipping the yellow liquid, which was not quite so
salty this morning, didn't help to soften them down.   I only had ten minutes
and there was just no way I would be able to get all these cubes chewed before
he returned.

He had ordered me to finish them before his return and the last thing I wanted
was for him to think I had disobeyed.   So I only chewed enough to be able to
swallow, I know he had warned me to grind them up real good or they would cause
cramps, but fuck, I got cramps from the fucking things even when I did chew, so
what's the difference.  I ate as quickly as I could and was just sucking the
last of the liquid out of the bottle when he returned.

"Has It finished eating?" he asked.

"Yes Sir.   The Manna has all been eaten Sir."  I answered.

"Did It chew them up good?" he asked.

"It tried to Sir, but that would have taken too long and then It would not have
been obeying your order to be finished before you got back, Sir."  I answered.

"Does It remember that It was warned about what would happen if It did not chew
them up good?" he asked.

"Yes Sir.   It would suffer cramping, Sir."

"Well, if It didn't chew It's breakfast and It ends up with cramps later, It had
better not complain.   The Master would not be very happy.    If It gets cramps,
It had better suffer in silence." he warned.

"Yes Sir.   It will suffer in silence Sir." 

He came over and unlocked the padlock, pulled the lever and opened the cage
door.

"Out," he ordered,  "but stay on It's hands and knees.   It must never try to
get up and walk on two legs while It is here."

Getting out of the cage after 8 or 9 hours of confinement was much easier said
then done.  My knees had been bent up  fairly close to my chest the whole time.  
The thigh muscles protested when I tried to drop them too quickly.

I could not get my hands down to the floor at my sides in order to get some
leverage to push myself forward.  I worked on getting my legs bent to a 30
degree angle then grabbed the bars on each side and pulled.

I could feel my ass slide through the shit and the piss on the floor.    As soon
as I moved, another great stink arose in the room.   There was nothing I could
do so I just kept using my legs and pulling myself along with the bars.

When my sides were finally at the door and I could get my arms out I placed my
hands on the floor and lifted my body and swung it out.

"Stop fucking around." Dickie growled.

"I don't have all day to play fucking games with you."

I got my self over and up on my hands and knees.   My nuts touched my legs and I
almost doubled up from the pain.   I dropped my head and looked under myself to
where my nuts and dick were hanging down.  

I would have sworn at that moment that my nut sack had grown two or three
inches.   My nuts were hanging almost half way down my thigh.    The nuts
themselves were swollen to at least twice their normal size.

Crawling was a nightmare.    I had to be very careful not get my nuts caught
between my shifting thighs.    This meant keeping my legs spread as I crawled,
not exactly the easiest thing to do.

My pecs were no piece of heaven either.   Those clamps where still screwed on
tight.   My areolas had swollen and my tits looked weird.   As I crawled, pains
shot across each pec in turn with the motion of my arms.

Dickie of course was playing the part of, "Prick", right to the hilt.   He went
power walking down the hall, leaving me way behind.   It was physically
impossible, even without sore nuts to keep up with him.   I did my best and that
was all I could do.

Then I was up to that rough part of the hallway floor.   My knees were still cut
and sore from crossing it last night, but with no choice I moved ahead.

By the time I got to the end of the rough stuff, my knees were bleeding again
and aching terribly.   There was no sign of Dickie, I don't know where he
disappeared to.   I decided to continue on down the hall for a little bit
farther anyway.

He finally reappeared just up ahead.

"If It doesn't get a move on I am going to come and kick It's balls all up and
down this hall for the rest of the fucking day.  Now move it." he bellowed.

I was moving as fast as I could manage, fear gripped me.   If he decided to
start kicking me in the balls there would be nothing I could do to stop him.  
With my balls as sore as they were I wouldn't stay conscious for more than one
kick.   Well if that were to be my fate, then so be it.   I kept plodding along
at the fastest speed I could manage.

Dickie never bothered to follow through with his threat.   It was becoming
obvious that he would not follow through on all his threats.    The only
problem, I had no idea which ones he would follow through and which ones he
wouldn't.   I couldn't take any chances so would just have to always do my best
to obey.

As I reached him he held a door open for me and I crawled through into a large
men's room.  

Dickie walked over to a urinal.

"Get over here." he commanded.

I crawled over as quickly as I could.

"It will get up on It's knees and stand still." he said pointing to a spot close
to the wall and to the right of the urinal.

He moved up to the urinal.

"I have to take a leak, take my cock out and hold it while I piss.  When I am
finished give it a shake, then lick it clean and put it away in it's nice warm
pouch." he instructed.

Before I could lift my hand to obey the toilet door opened and three gorgeous
young men, about my age walked in.   They were all hunks, wearing business suits
and were chatting away.

They greeted Dickie and looked down at me as they talked to him.  Dickie's hand
gave me a slight slap to the face and I knew what he wanted.  I looked away from
the men and reached under his pouch and pulled out his flaccid dick.

I can not tell you how humiliating it is to be naked, on your knees before a
urinal holding another man's cock while he pisses and have a small group of men
in suits watching.

My cock began to rise almost immediately.   Just what I needed.  Holding
Dickie's cock wasn't shameful enough, I now had to advertise that I was turned
on doing it.

As soon as his dick was out and aimed he started a flow.  It was a strong flow
forming a clear hot stream into the urinal.  He stepped back just a bit and I
almost lost hold of his cock.

"The piggy will take a drink from the fountain." he ordered.

Ah fuck no.   Not in front of all these guys.   But I had sworn to him I would
obey all his orders so I bent forward and too a sip from his hot stream.

His pissed tasted almost identical to mine.   It was hot, slightly salty and
unpalatable.   But I took the fucking drink and moved back hoping he would be
satisfied with that.

"Well you have that pig nicely trained, Dickie.   Don't know how you do it in
such a short time.   Dieter said he only came in yesterday."  One of the suits
said.

"If you apply just the right amount of discipline at just the right moment, a
piggy will always respond.   Won't you piggy?" he said turning his eyes to look
down at me.

"Yes Master Dickie Sir." I answered and lowered my eyes to the ground.

The men laughed and walked up to the urinals.  When the flow stopped, I shook
Dickie's dick.   He stepped back slightly and got himself into a position where
the three suits would have a good view of me licking his dick clean.

With no choice and face red from all this humiliation I crawled to his dick and
licked and sucked it clean.   In the process I hit his buttons and his dick rose
up hard and throbbing.

"Fucking piggy piece of shit." he screamed pulling his dick out of my mouth.

"I did not order It to make my fucking dick hard....... Sonofabitch."

I just stood there shaking again.    I was only doing what he had ordered.   It
wasn't my fault if his cock gets hard when I lick it.   Now he was yelling at me
in front of these fucking guys.   They of course thought it was funny.

"I am sorry Master Dickie, Sir." I cried out, terrified he may use this as an
excuse to go get that fucking stun gun.

"I was just trying to do a good job of cleaning your cock, Sir."  tears were
rolling down my cheeks again.

"Has It been urinal trained yet, Dickie?" one of the suits asked.

"No, not yet.   This is It's first dick cleaning.   The fucking thing can't even
get that right." he answered.

"Well as punishment for disobedience, why not make it French kiss the urinal
rim.    We would love to see how it reacts to that."  the suit replied.

"Great idea.   It is new to this and finds it all revolting, so that should be
an excellent punishment.

My heart gave a thump and I took in a deep breath.   The bastard.   I took a
quick glance at the urinal rim.  There was dried piss all around the lip and
sides. 

"Kiss the rim of the urinal, piggy." he commanded.

Bile rose in my throat.   Shit no, I thought to myself as I started moving my
head towards the lip of the urinal.   There was no doubt in my mind that he
would call the Master if I didn't obey.  When my lips were close to the rim, I
kissed it.

"Does It call that a fucking kiss?   Get the fucking mouth open and the tongue
working.   Give that fucking urinal a kiss it will remember for all fucking
time." he yelled.

Fighting off a nausea that was growing in my gut I opened my mouth and began to
French kiss the rim of the urinal.   The taste was a hundred times worse than
the smell of stale urine.   The bile was rising quickly in my gorge, but I
fought it back down.   I could not afford to spew, he just might force me to eat
it.

Then the vile comments started.   The fucking suits were enjoying my
humiliation.

"Oh It love's that urinal."

"Kiss that baby."

"What a fucking pig."

"Look at It's cock, It loves this shit."

"Fucking pig."

They kept laughing and making disgusting comments about me and that fucking
urinal.    The shame kept creeping higher and higher.    My cock throbbed, my
eyes leaked tears and my mouth sucked on that filthy urinal rim.

I continued French kissing that urinal rim until Dickie gave me permission to
stop.   Where I had been kissing, the urinal was shiny clean.  All four of them
laughed and made more disparaging remarks about the piggy.  They talked about me
as though I really were a dumb animal.

It was all I could do to keep from letting them hear my sobs of despair.  Life
with Charlie was much better then the few hours I had spent here.    I wished
with all my might that he would come and get me and take me home.

Fucking home!!!   I was now thinking of Charlie's place as being home, and
wanting to get back there.   Oh man, I was loosing the battle.

The three suits had finished pissing by this time and they talked with Dickie
for a few moments before saying they would see him later.  They then filed out
of the washroom.   I just stood there on my knees, head bowed and crying.

"Quit it with the fucking bawling." he sneered.

"No one here could careless how It feels about anything."

"I must go tend to some other things the Master wishes me to accomplish this
morning.   I will be gone for about an hour.   It did such a good job of French
kissing that urinal rim, and seemed to really enjoy doing it so much, that I
will give It a little reward for It's good behavior." he said with a smile.

A reward?   Oh fuck no, no rewards please, I thought.   I didn't think from the
way he was talking that his idea of a reward and mine would be any where near
the same.

"It will clean all of the urinals before I return.  Remember It is never to
stand up.  It will stay on It's hands and knees."  saying that he turned and
left the room.

Just what I thought some fucking reward.   At least cleaning them would not be
all that hard, I could manage that in no time at all then just sit and wait for
his return.

My mouth was still full of the taste from sucking on that fucking urinal.   I
crawled quickly over to the sinks, rinsed my hands, then using my hands as a
cup, proceeded to rinse my mouth out.

Once my mouth was feeling cleaner, I looked around for something to use to clean
those urinals.   I certainly was not going to use my tongue.   He had not
ordered me to,  he had just said have them clean by the time he got back.

Both paper towel dispensers were empty.   I checked the garbage can figuring it
would be full of paper towel waste, but the fucking thing was empty.

Then took a quick look in each of the cubicles looking for toilet paper.   But
again, not one of the cubicles had toilet paper, they had a bad smell though.  
What the fuck was I going to do?   How could I get those urinals clean without
something to do it with, besides my tongue that is.

I decided I would just have to try and get them clean using just my hands and
flush water.    I went back to the one Dickie made me kiss.   I put my hand in
and pulled the flush arm, nothing happened.    I pulled it again still nothing.  
The fucking flushers were turned off.

Dickie was making it impossible for me to clean them any way but with my tongue.   
Tears welled up again, unfortunately the tears didn't work as a water source,
there weren't enough.  All they did was smear  the filth around a bit.

Time was flying by and I still had done nothing.    Using my tongue it would
take at least an hour, maybe more to do all four.   

Thoughts of the Prod being pushed against my dick or balls because I had failed
to get the urinals clean, over came my reluctance to use my tongue and I started
licking.   The taste was unbelievably bad.   I couldn't force myself to swallow
any of this shit.   Once my mouth got full of the foul stuff I crawled quickly
over to the sink and rinse it out.

But then a light clicked on and I started bringing back mouthfuls of water.  By
squirting it out carefully I found I was able to use my hands to assist with
getting them clean.   I finished the first one, stood back and took a quick
look.   It didn't look too bad so I hurried to the next.

I worked away at a frantic pace.   My knees were on fire from the constant
moving back and forth from urinal to sink.   My mouth now had a permanent foul
taste.   Rinsing just would not remove it.    I had no time to worry about it.  
I figured my time was just about up and I still hadn't finished.

I was almost finished except of a couple of more licks on the flush lever of the
fourth urinal when, Dickie reentered the toilet.

He walked over and looked at each urinal.  

"It missed a spot, clean it." he ordered pointing to an almost invisible
brownish coloured bit of stain on one of the urinals.

I quickly used my tongue to clean it.  He then went on with his checking.   He
seemed satisfied as he turned to me.

"Not great, but they will do.  It will bend over, put  It's forehead on the
floor and It's front piggy feet behind It's back."

I immediately adopted the position.  He came over and cuffed my wrists tightly
together.   He connected a chain to each of my ankles, then connected the chain
from my right ankle to my left wrist and the left ankle to my right wrist.

I heard him get up and walk away.   He had not given me permission to lift my
head so I kept it glued to the  dirty floor.

"It will come here." he called.

I lifted my head and my body up so I was on my knees.   I then waddled over to
him.  As soon as I got there he told me to go back to the urinals.  Then he had
me turn around and face him.

"Stand up."  he ordered.

Without thinking I tried to stand, but the chains binding my ankles to my wrists
made that impossible.   I fell over instead.

Dickie thought that was the funniest thing he had ever seen and broke out in a
fit of hysterical laughter.    I went red in the face with shame for my
stupidity.

"I guess....(laughter)... you... ( more laughter) .... ain't gonna be... (more
laughter) ... using the sink.... (laughter) ...to rinse your fucking mouth this
time.  (Now a fit of coughing with the laughter.)"

He had seen how I had done the urinals.  There must be a hidden camera in here. 
They could watch and be amused by my degradation.   I could feel my shame in  my
cheeks as the blood flowed in,  turning my face red.

"See that black line on the floor around the urinals." he said.

I looked down at the tiled floor.   One row of black tiles, was set at a right
angle to the wall and went out about 6 feet at both ends of the  set of urinals.   
They were joined by another line, in effect enclosing the urinals in a kind of
marked off box.   The entire area was about 6ft x 8ft.

"Yes Sir, It sees it, Sir." I answered.

"Clean it.   Stay away from the sinks and the urinals.  You have one hour." he
commanded and then left the room.

I looked at the floor.  It was filthy.   There was dirt, dried piss and blood
stains from my knees, which were still bleeding.   How in the name of heaven
could I possibly be expected to clean up that mess with just my tongue in an
hour?

I was afraid that this time he had me.   I was not going to be able to finish
this in the time allotted.   There was just too much dirt and filth.  
Swallowing that would make me sick for sure and that would only lead to a bigger
mess.   What the fuck was I going to do?

I knew I would have to work backwards.  I could never crawl across an area once
I had cleaned it or it would be dirty again.  The urinal on the left end was
next to a toilet stall so I figured that would be the best place to start and I
crawled there on just my knees.   It was very difficult now that I did not have
the use of my hands and arms.

I went to start licking near the wall when it dawned on me that the toilets
would all have water in them.   Ok, it might not be pleasant having to wash my
mouth in a toilet bowl, but it was a hell of a lot better than trying to swallow
that dirt from the floor.

I decided that I would clean in strips of one foot width.   I would clean
outward a foot from the wall and then clean right down along the wall until I
had a strip approximatley one foot wide cleaned.  Then I would move out another
foot and just keep doing that until the whole area was clean.

I started into to licking.   The tiles were cold on my tongue but the crap came
off right away.   When I had a mouth full of dirt and grit I crawled as quickly
as I could to the first toilet stall.   But stopped dead in my tracks.

Now I knew why this bathroom stunk so badly.   The toilet bowl was clogged and
it was full of brown water and clumps of shit.   I hadn't noticed it when I was
looking for toilet paper.  The stink was something else.   I backed out and
tried the next one.

My heart sank.   This one too was clogged, as was the next and the next.  There
was only one left.   My last hope of being able to clean that floor.   I pushed
the door open and I gave a little prayer of thanks.  The water in the bowl was
clean, well relatively speaking that is.

The toilet bowl, however was stained brown which did not make the prospect of
having to use the water to clean my mouth, all that great.   With no other
alternative,  I dipped my head down and sucked up some water.   Spit it out and
sucked up some more.   I did this until all the grit and dirt was out of my
mouth, then headed back to the urinals as fast as I could manage.  I had a
chance of succeeding.

By the time I had cleaned that first strip water in the toilet bowl was getting
pretty dirty and foul looking.   I was afraid that they may have turned the
water to the toilets off, just as they had with the urinals. 

If that were so, and I flushed, I might end up with no water to finish the
floor.   From the mess in the toilet bowl it was obvious that I could not
possibly swallow any of this stuff.   I debated with myself for a few precious
moments and then decided to risk everything on  the flush of a toilet.

If the toilet didn't have water, I would just go back out to the urinals, sit
down, and wait for them to come and punish me.    They would have to kill me
before they would ever get me to swallow the stuff that was on that floor.

Wanting to flush that fucking toilet and doing it turned out to be two
diametrically opposed ideas.   With my wrists chained to my ankles it was
impossible to get close enough to the flush lever to push it down.   I tried all
kinds of ways but always seemed to come up short.

The toilet bowl was too close to the cinder block wall on one side and the metal
stall wall on the other.   I was too big to squeeze in between on either side. 
Leaning across the bowl, my head, the only part that could be used to push or
pull the lever, was about an inch short of reaching it.  

I finally sat back, tears forming in my eyes, I felt defeated.   Then I spied
the toilet paper holder.   There was no toilet paper, just the empty bar that
holds the roll.

An idea formed in my mind but I would have to get that dispenser apart.   The
bar that holds the toilet paper roll is spring loaded, and usually not a very
strong spring.    I made my way over, bit down on the thing and pushed my head
to the right side.  The spring depressed and the bar released.

I bent down and dropped it onto the floor.    Got my mouth around one end of it
and and picked it up.  The next task was to lean across the toilet and try
depressing the flush handle.   It took a half dozens tries, but I finally
managed to get enough leverage to force the flush handle down.  To my great
relief the toilet flushed and filled with clean water.

I carefully placed the holder on the floor and headed back to the urinal area.  
The second foot out and all the way down was not as dirty as that first foot had
been.   But there was still a fair amount of dirt and grit that I had picked up.  
After fiddling around I finally managed to get the toilet to flush again.

The third foot went very quickly, there was almost no grit, mostly discoloration
and blood from my knees.

The forth, fifth and sixth rows were the same.   I flushed the toilet again
after the fourth row and then after the sixth.   I used that fresh water to give
my mouth a good cleaning as well.   I replaced the paper holder on the
dispenser, then went back and knelt by my clean floor waiting or Dickie's
return.

I was certain he had been gone a lot longer than an hour.  I was also sure
cleaning a piece of floor the size of the one that I had just done, with just
your tongue could not be accomplished in just an hour.

But here it was finished, I had messed around quite a bit trying to flush the
toilet and now had been kneeling here waiting for what seem like an hour itself. 
My knees were aching. 

The pain in my nuts had eased quite a bit, I guess with all the moving around  I
had either got used to the ache or they had actually calmed down. 

I was contemplating what other horror's these bastards might have in store for
me when dickie finally returned.  He walked over to the floor and had a look.

"That will have to do, I suppose.   It will have to hope Master Dieter is
satisfied when he inspects later." he growled.

I said nothing, just knelt there with my head bowed.

"Follow me." he snapped.

He moved from the urinal area, down past the row of toilet stalls to a door way.
I walked along painfully on my knees trying to keep up.  We entered into a men's
locker room and continued through to a large communal shower, with 6 shower
heads on each side.

He had me go to the centre of the room right over top of the drain and place my
forehead on the floor.  He unfastened the chains and removed the cuffs from my
wrists and ankles.

Walking over to the wall at the far end, he opened a large metal door on the
wall.  I could see all this from between my legs.   I still had my forehead on
the floor.   Inside the compartment was a hose.   I knew what was going to
happen now.   Animals don't take showers,  I thought,  they get hosed down and
the Sonofabitch was going to hose me.

The hose was on a spindle and all he had to do was pull.   He turned on the
valve first and a heavy spray of water shot out the knozzle end.  It looked like
an inch or inch and a half hose, which meant the pressure was going to be quite
high.

When it hit it almost knocked me over.  It was ice cold and I let out a squeal. 
He paid no attention to my discomfort, just kept hitting me all over with that
fucking high pressure stream of ice cold water.

"The piggy will get up on all fours and turn It's back end towards me so I can
clean the shit off It's ass." he ordered.

Shivering with cold and trying hard to maintain my balance against the onslaught
of the hose, I raised my front end and turned my back end towards him.    As
much as I hated the cold, I really wanted that shit off of me.  

He aimed the fucking stream right for my ass hole and hit it square on.   The
water was under such pressure that it actually penetrated up into my bowels.   I
almost moved to avoid it, but my fear of the prod caught me in time.

I could feel my bowels filling from the water pressure.    Please stop, I kept
saying to myself over and over.   This was almost like having an enema, but a
very painful  enema.   The water was really hurting my hole.

I had tried holding my pain inside but it had gotten so bad I started cry out.

"What the fuck are you yelping about?"  Dickie growled.

"It's anus is burning really bad, Master Dickie, Sir." I gasped out.  "And It's
bowels are full and beginning to cramp, Sir."

"Too fucking bad.   It is a filthy fucking pig that shat all over itself and now
is being cleaned.    It will keep It's fucking mouth shout and stop the
whining." he ordered.

I tried but the pain was much greater than my ability to stem the yelps and
cries of pain.   He kept the water going for another 5 minutes or so, then shut
the thing off.

My bowels were full and were now wanting to empty.   But Dickie hadn't given me
permission.   I squeezed tight on my rectum muscle, hoping I could hold it until
he gave permission for me to let it out.

I was facing away from him and he hadn't given me permission to turn around and
look at what he was doing so I had to try and guess.   I heard him open another
door and the sound of a bucket being banged around.   Then there was the sound
of a bucket being filled with water.

A smell of strong soap and disinfectant filled the room.    I got a sudden chill
up my already frozen back.    He was going to wash me with disinfectant.   How
many  more indignities was I going to have to suffer?

I heard him pick up the pail and start to walk towards me.   He was up to my
back end when he placed the pail on the floor.

"It will spread It's legs so It may be scrubbed to get all the crap off." he
ordered.

"Master Dickie Sir, It's bowels are full of water from the hose.   It is having
a very difficult time trying to hold it until permission is give to release.  
It does not want to be, or appear to be, disobedient Sir.  But if It follows
your order to spread It's legs, It will be disobedient by loosing control of
It's rectal muscle, Sir."

"Did I ask for a fucking sermon.  It will spread It's fucking legs, now."  he
yelled.

I spread my legs so quickly my knees lost the grip they had on the slippery
ceramic tiles and my legs spread wide apart.   My centre went straight to the
floor mashing my cock under my pubic bone and my balls dropped like stones.   
They hit the floor rather hard and considering that they were already extremely
tender, this sudden bouncing of the balls, caused me to start screaming in
agony.

At the same moment, I lost control of the sphincter muscle and all that shitty
water came shooting out my back end, under great force.

Now you would think that a man like Dickie, who tortures people on a regular
daily basis, would know better than to stand behind one of his victims, whose
ass he has just filled with fucking water.   Particularly when the victim has
warned him that he is loosing control of the muscle that holds it all in.  

But me thinks Dickie is one card short of a full deck.   That high pressure
stream of filthy brown water with clumps of shit, hit him square on the chest,
splashed up and got his face.   I think maybe his mouth was open because there
was a whole lot of spitting going on before the swearing began.

I, of course, was in too much fucking pain from my balls bouncing around on the
floor to worry too much about poor Dickie and his chest/mouth full of shitty
water.

The pain was so bad I couldn't move.  I didn't know at this point that my dick
had been smashed quite hard into the floor and would be a little swollen and
bruised for almost a week.

When the pain eased enough that I could stop screaming, I heard a shower going.  
Dickie was still spitting and swearing.

"Fucking goddamned pig, gonna fucking kill It.   Hear that pig I am gonna kill
you."  he swore over and over.

Although I was in a lot of pain and knew he was really gonna hurt me, I also
managed a little smile inside.   He was so upset he had forgot himself and was
using the, "you", word to describe me.  I was still human to him, no matter how
hard he tried to make me feel other wise.

The pain finally eased enough that I was able to get back up onto my hands and
knees.   My nuts were still throbbing and now I could feel the pain in my dick
as well.

Dickie finished his shower and went into the dressing room.   He was gone for a
good ten minutes or more.   I had a bad feeling he was gone to get the Master
and they would start shooting me with that stun gun thingy again.

Remembrance of the terror and pain I went through last night with that prod,
came back with full force and I began to tremble violently.

I was still in the same spot, shivering from cold and trembling violently with
fear, when Dickie finally made an appearance.  But he was alone and there was no
sign of the stun gun.

"Fucking pig.  It will be punished later for shitting on It's Master.  Master
Dieter  is really pissed and will most likely let me string It up and use the
prod on It for a couple of hours." he said with a big smile.

"I really will enjoy that, pig." he snapped.

Well all I can say is if his intention was to scare me more than he had already,
he succeeded admirably.  This news cause my stomach to cramp up and the next
thing I knew I was spewing my guts all over the floor in front of me.   What
came up was a greenish mess that couldn't have been anything other than those
hard cubes I had so quickly swallowed this morning.

But that is not the worst of it.   Oh no.   Now I was getting more cramps and
the next thing I know I am shooting more water out my back end.  I wasn't
finished that when I started spewing again.

Between the shivering from cold, the violent trembling from fear and now the
cold sweats from.....well from whatever, I was in a very bad way.   I lost my
balance again and fell to the floor.   I was a little more fortunate this time,
in that I fell on my side rather than straight down.

My balls only got crushed between my legs instead of getting splattered all over
the fucking floor.   Mind you it didn't really matter, because the pain was just
about the same, if not worse.

My arms which up to now had been partially supporting my front end went flying
back so I could cup my burning balls.   I had no control what-so-ever.  I had
doubled up into the fetal position and was screaming in agony.   I was also
rolling around on the floor.   Do you remember, by any chance what it was I had
just done on that fucking floor?

Well I was obliviously rolling around in that foul mixture.   Round and round
and round I rolled.   I suppose you could use that old cliche, "rolling around,
happy as a pig in shit", to describe my actions.   Well Dickie had been calling
me pig and piggy, so what the hell, might as well be a happy piggy.

The white hot pain began to pass and I stopped rolling, instead I was just
rocking gently.   As the pain eased my other senses began to return
proportionally.   The smell was first and I was kind'a wishin' it would go away
again.   I really didn't much like what I was smelling.

The red haze that had clouded my vision from the first moment of impact, when my
legs squashed my nuts, began to clear and I could see Dickie standing there, his
mouth moving like crazy.

My hearing was the last to come back and it was proportional to the reduction in
my screams of agony.   Unfortunately, my screams of agony were replaced by
screams of abuse from Dickie.

I could hear his screaming but really couldn't make out exactly what it was he
was screaming.   I was still in too much pain to really give a damn.   It was
then that he chose to go back and get the hose.   I watched him through the red
haze and shivered more.

He turned the hose back on but this time it was  a luke warm, gently spray that
washed over me.   He rinsed me down good and hosed down the floor all around me. 
The warm water trickling down around my legs felt good against my aching nuts.

I guess he must have realized that the water was helping to ease the pain
because once he finished the floor he held the hose in such a way that the water
flowed down and around my nuts removing the burning heat.

"Can It get Itself up yet." he asked, with no real emotion.

"It will try Master." I answered weakly.

I managed but it was slow going and every movement caused sharp pain in my nuts.   
That 50 lb weight yesterday had really done a number on them.

"Is It finished shitting or does It have more?" he asked.

"I think It is finished Sir.  It no longer has any bowel cramps, Sir." I replied
through still trembling lips.

He knelt down beside me and pulled the pail over.   I heard water splashing in
the pail and then a fucking scrub brush was washing my ass with pretty hot
water.  It is a good thing all this delay took place.  If he'd of tried
scrubbing me as soon as he had made up that pail it would have burned my fucking
skin off.

The brush felt terrible.   Mind you my nuts were still aching so they probably
saved me from feeling the real pain that brush was causing to my soft flesh.  He
scrubbed my ass good, then down the backs of my legs.   He carefully grasped my
nuts and pulled them gently out of the way so he could scrub up my crotch.

The moment he started scrubbing there,  I began to cry out in pain.   That
fucking brush felt like it was tearing my skin off, and it probably was.  He
paid no attention, just kept scrubbing.  When he was finished with that side he
let my nuts down carefully and changed hands.

His other hand wrapped around my nuts and lifted them.   Then the fucking brush
proceeded to tear the skin off the other side of my crotch.   It was not
agonizing pain, it was just the kind that would make any man cry.   You can take
it but that is all.

If I thought this was bad I was in for a big surprise.  Once he had finished my
crotch he made me get up so I was just on my knees.   He then proceed to scrub
my abs.  I grit my teeth and tried to hold back from letting the yells of pain
out but only managed for a few brush strokes.

The pain was terrible.   I tried pulling back and away from him once.

"It will stand perfectly still and let It's Master clean It or I will go get
that fucking prod right now and prod the shit out of It.   Understand." he
yelled.

"Yes Master Dickie." I cried out, biting my lip and trying with every resource
in my body to hold still for this torture.

It just went on and on and on.  He scrubbed my abs, my sides, my pecs, right
over top of the fucking nipple clamps which made them feel like they were being
torn off.   Then it was my pits and my arms.   Finally he did my back, and
although it wasn't pleasant it wasn't painful either.

I was covered in soap bubbles and my skin was burning everywhere he had
scrubbed.    My crotch and pecs were on fire.  The longer it took before the
soap was washed off, the more the scrubbed area burned.

After finishing my back he stood up and got the hose.   He opened the knozzle
and the first bit of water to hit was cool, but it then warmed back up again.  I
thought the rinse would help to stop the stinging, burning feeling.    But of
course I was wrong.    The stinging and the burning only got worse.

He finally finished with the hose and let it recoil back into the compartment
and turned off the water.   He dumped the pail and put it and the scrub brush
away.  He then headed for the locker room we had come through on the way in.

"Well come on stupid." he sneered.

I followed him through the locker room, the toilet and back out into the
hallway, on my hands and knees of course.  Water was still dripping off me and I
was cold.

He went down the hall a bit and opened another door and held it for me.   I
entered and noticed right away that it was the punishment room I had been in
yesterday.   The one where they tried to tear my nuts off.

Dickie walked over to the place where I had been strung up and indicated I was
to get over there.  

"The piggy will stand up and put It's paws straight out." he ordered.

I had been down like this for so long the act of standing up caused me to become
very light headed and I almost went into an uncontrolled fall.  Luckily I
managed to get my arm out and absorb the force as I reached the floor.   I also
said a little prayer of thanks that it didn't cause any serious pain to my nuts.

I then got up slowly.   Giving the blood a chance to build up the pressure it
needed to keep my brain supplied.

Once I was up I placed my arms straight out, as Dickie had ordered.   I thought
he was going to chain me up again but he didn't.

"Stay here and do not move until I return.   If It moves or let's It's little
piggy feet down It will be punished.  Is that clear." he growled.

"Yes Sir, It is very clear, Sir."  I answered.

He left me standing there with my arms stretched out in front.  I knew exactly
what the evil plan was now.   Leave the poor bastard stand there until the pain
of holding his arms out like this gets so bad he has to drop them, then charge
into the room and punish him for disobedience.

Well fuck'em if they are going to punish me anyway, why the fuck should I let my
fucking arms get all cramped up as well.  In an act of supreme defiance I
dropped my arms to my sides, and started counting.  I figured about 30 seconds
before they came charging in.

But it didn't happen.   I became totally confused.  What the fuck was going on. 
I was sure there was a camera and they were watching, they had to be.  But still
no one came.  In another grand act of defiance, shit was I getting brave or
what.  I left the spot I was told to stay in.

Again nothing happened.   Fear started to set in, and it set in deep.  
Something was wrong.  They should have been here to punish me.  Tears formed in
my eyes and I began to cry.  

Why the fuck was I crying?  I didn't know.   I went back to the spot I was told
to stand in and lifted my arms back up.   Tears were falling down my cheeks in a
cascade, but I didn't know why.  My arms began to feel like lead.   It took
effort to hold them out there.   Tears still flooded down my cheeks and I could
see my arms drop.

I pulled them back up forcing them to stay.  I was just about at the end of my
ability to hold them any longer when Dickie finally returned.

"It may lower It's arms." he said.

I was crying like a little kid.  Sobbing even.   Then I did something I couldn't
believe I was stupid enough to do.

"Sir." I said meekly.

"What piggy!" he answered.

"It lowered It's arms while you were gone Sir, and it moved from the spot you 
told it not to move from."  was that my voice saying that?

"Did It's arms get heavy and It couldn't hold them up any longer?" he asked
quietly.

"No Sir.   It deliberately put It's paws down and then deliberately walked away
from the spot It was told to stand in and not move.  It was an act of defiance,
Sir."  what the fuck was I saying.

"An act of defiance.   It is telling me It committed an act of defiance against
It's Master?"  he asked incredulously.

"Yes Master, It did, Sir." I answered.

He was stunned.   If I'd have taken a hammer and hit the bastard over the head
it would not have stunned him more.   He became speechless, just standing there
looking at me.   He didn't know what the fuck to do.

He finally regained enough of his senses that he could move.   He turned around
and quickly exited the room.   I was the one that was now dumfounded.

I stood there, trying to figure out why in the hell I told him that I had defied
him.  It didn't make any sense.   Then it dawned on me that he had gone to get
the Master.   Oh fucking shit, I thought, the fucking Master.   I am in big time
shit now.

I heard him before he even got to the door.   The click, click, click of the
metal things on his boots, beat out a steady rhythm as he approached the room.  
I went into full fear mode.  

I was a fucking fool and deserved whatever this perverted bastard did to me.  
My whole body was violently shaking getting worse with each step that drew
Master Dieter closer.

The door opened and he took a couple of steps inside and stopped.   Dickie, 
right behind, closed the door.

He stood there looking at me.  He was about 6 foot tall, broad in the shoulder
and narrow of hip.  He wore a black hood that covered the upper portion of his
face,  but left his nose and lower face visible.  Two slits allowed his
piercing, ice blue eyes to bore into his victims.

He wore a black vest, that was open, revealing a well developed set of pecs,
with a light covering of blond hair.  He wore a set of straps across his chest,
much as I had seen Pete and Larry wearing.

His trousers were black skin tight leather and he wore a pair of highly shined
black high top leather boots.

The eyes that stared out through the hole piece were ice blue.   They were cold,
heartless and stared straight through me.   When he looked at me I could see
that he could care less about me or my welfare.    He had no sympathy, no
feelings for me at all.

"Did It tell Dickie that It had defied him?" in a flat no nonsense tone.

"Yes Master Dieter, Sir.  It defied him, Sir, and then told him that It had done
so, Sir."  I answered with trembling lips.

"Does It enjoy being punished?  Is that why It did such a stupid thing?" he
asked again in that same flat tone.

"No Sir, It does not like being punished, Sir.   I don't know why It did it Sir. 
It thought that the Master should know that the piggy did not obey his
instructions, Sir."

"Do you think that It should be punished for disobeying Dickie?"  he asked.

"It is only a worthless slave, Master." I cried, big sobs escaping between my
words.  "It is incapable of thinking.   The slave only knows that It should have
obeyed the Master, Sir."  what the fuck was I saying.

"It will lay down on the floor and spread It's arms and legs in a spread eagle
fashion and hold them there." he commanded.

I dropped to the floor as quickly as possible and adopted the position.  I
watched fearfully as he walked up between my legs and stood there looking down.

I watched in terror as he reached to his belt and pulled out the prod.   My
whole body began to vibrate.   I was shaking so bad that parts of my body were
vibrating on the floor and had set up a din in the room.

He placed the end of the prod on my dick.   His cold blue eyes bored into mine
and I could see only coldness.   He couldn't care less about how terrified I was
that he might pull that trigger.

He wiggled the prod around on top of my dick.   My fear had risen so high that I
could feel my stomach rebelling again.   It didn't really matter because I knew
my stomach to be empty.   I had lost it's contents in the shower.

Tiring of rubbing my dick with the fucking thing he moved it down and gently
rubbed it against my nuts.   I was unable to hold anything back now and began to
cry out loud.

I watched a smile curl his lips.   He was enjoying my fear, my torment.  He then
moved it back to my dick and rubbed it around.  

"Defying your Master is a major offence and should be punished severely.  
However, you confessed to your defiance without being confronted, that is a good
sign that you are finally begining to learn your place.  For that reason, and
that reason alone I shall not make your punishment as severe as it should be." 
he stated in a cold, unemotional voice.

He continued to rub the prod around my dick.   Then suddenly he moved it up to
the centre of my gut and pulled the trigger.  Pain enwrapped me in its arms
again.  I involuntarily curled up into a ball and then entered that wonderful
black place where only peace and quiet reign. 

When I regained consciousness I was strapped in some kind of a hammock
contraption.    My arms were strapped to my sides, my legs were up in the air
and spread wide apart.   I was bound tight, unable to move at all except for my
head.

I thought I was alone because I could hear nothing.  I tried raising my head but
that did no good at all.  I  could only see above and slightly to the sides.

"It is most fortunate, piggy." Dickie said suddenly from directly behind my
head.

"The Master only hit you once with the prod.  Defy me again and you may not be
so lucky next time."

"Well the morning has been going very nicely so far, but it is far from over.  
The Master would like the piggy to service some of the slaves.   These slaves
have not been permitted to have any release for quite some time.  Their nut sacs
are full and they are hornier then hell.  So for the next couple of hours they
will have full use of the piggy's mouth and ass pussy."  he beamed.

"It will not be permitted to cum though.  Any time it looks like It might, It's
nuts will be squeezed and It knows what that means." he laughed.

Fucking sadistic prick, I screamed at him in my mind as he walked away.  Great,
I was going to get to suck a few cocks and get fucked in the ass, but would not
be permitted to cum.  Ok, I could handle that, but why squeeze my fucking balls?  
Hadn't they damaged them enough?   If they kept this shit up I would be singing
soprano before I got back to Charlie.

That of course brought Pat to mind.  What was he doing, I wondered.   Did he
miss me as much as I missed him.  Did he really care or was his concern for me
just an order from Charlie?   I was so confused about everything.

I wanted desperately to go back to that dull, drab existence I had led before
that fateful day I walked into Charlie's bar.  Life had been boring, but I knew
who I was, what I was and what the future held in store.   I no longer knew
anything.   By this time tomorrow I could be on a plane to the Parts Farm.  
There to be dissected and my parts sold to the highest bidder.

I was lost in this reverie when the door burst open and loud voices entered the
room.   Holy fuck, it wasn't a few, it was a whole fucking herd.   If I was
going to have to fuck and suck this whole crew I was going to be hurtin' before
it was all over.

They headed straight for me.   Before I could even blink, one of the suits from
this morning was pushing his dick up my ass.   He didn't even try to lube it.  
It hurt and I had trouble relaxing my sphincter.   If the prick had taken his
time It would have been easier for the both of us.

I was in a bit of pain and had let out a yelp when another body appeared behind
my head.   He did something to the hammock I was lying in and the part
supporting my head fell away.  My head dropped back and there was a hard cock
pushing against my lips.

I opened my mouth to suck it, but the bastard didn't give me the chance.  He
just rammed it down my throat.  I wasn't expecting it and of course I began to
gag and choke.   He didn't give a fuck, he just started into humping my face as
hard as the suit was humping my ass.

There was nothing erotic or stimulating about this.   It was fucking rape.  Two
guys were raping me, I felt cheap and I felt used.  But worst of all I felt like
I was going to choke to death.   The prick fucking my face was not giving me a
chance to breath or to get my gag reflex under control.

His cock was flying in and out, in and out.  Then he was cumming.   He let out a
hell of a yell, rammed his cock hard down my throat and held it there.   I could
feel him shooting, but I was turning blue at the same time.   I needed fucking
air and he was keeping his cock jammed deep in my throat.   His pubs pressed
tight against my nose.  I was beginning to panic.

I tried shaking my head to let him know he was suffocating me, but he paid no
attention.  On the verge of total panic I started to close my mouth to bite his
fucking cock, he got the hint and pulled it out.

I gasped for air, but didn't gasp for long, another cock was rammed in and
started fucking my face again.  They were not going to give me a chance to get a
reasonable lung full of air.   My chest was heaving, it wanted more air but the
fucking cock using my throat was restricting the air flow.

Then my world was on fire again, someone decided it would be fun to twist those
clamps still holding on tight to my nipples.    Now along with gasping for air I
was trying to get enough air to scream out my pain.   The bastard just kept on
twisting those fucking clamps.   My pec's were ablaze of pain.

The suit had finally dumped his load up my ass, but someone else had taken his
place.   I did not have to worry about getting a hard on.   I was in too much
pain.  I have no idea how many of them there were, I lost count somewhere around
ten.   Each one drove his cock down my throat and fucked my face hard.

The outside of my body was bathed in sweat, the inside with pain, as the rape
continued, guy after guy.  One up the ass and one down the throat.    I had
almost no feeling at all left in my ass.   I didn't feel them cum, nor could I
feel them change places.

I was worn out, I didn't know how much longer I would be able to take this
abuse.  My whole system was numb and I could no longer respond to any of them at
all.   They still twisted the nipple clamps but my nipples and pecs had become
completely numb and I could only barley feel them twisting.

One of them didn't like the fact that I was not responding and decided to see if
he could wake me up.   He awoke me beyond his wildest dreams.  He grabbed me by
the balls and squeezed.

The white hot fire went blazing through me in an instant.  A scream built up
deep in my soul and headed for my lungs, then up my airway, past my vocal cords
and into the world.   Of course there was a big fat cock in the way impeding
it's progress.

My body involuntarily responded to this blockage by closing my jaws, rather 
hard and rather forcefully.  My jaws, in this involuntary action met with some
resistance, that being the big fat cock  that was raping my throat for the
umpteenth time.   Unfortunately, for the cock, I have rather strong, sharp
teeth, and they just happen to be part of the jaw that was trying to close.

That poor cock was the recipient of my strong, sharp teeth and began to bleed
profusely where my teeth had sunk in.   Now attached to that cock, was a strong,
virile young man.    He had his cock in a mouth and that mouth had just clamped
shut trying to bite his fucking cock off.   Now as any other virile young man
who thinks his cock is being bitten off would do,  this young man tired to yank
his cock out, but the jaws were clamping down and couldn't let go because it was
all involuntary to begin with.

My mouth filled with hot, viscose blood.  It started pouring down my throat and
choking me.  This activated another survival mechanism and the jaw muscles
released.   The cock pulled out, the scream continued on it's journey to the
mouth and joined in with the young man whose cock I had almost bitten off.

The two of us had a wonderful time trying to out scream each other in our agony.  
I think my agony was much greater than his though, because after that initial
scream I could not hear him anymore.   I was lost in that world of agony were
there is nothing  except pain, a searing, agonizing pain that just didn't want
to stop.

As in the past, it finally began to die down and with it my screaming and the
return of my senses.  Someone was washing my face with a cold rag as my sense of
feeling returned.  Then my hearing came back and interspersed with my moaning, I
could hear subdued chatter.

Finally the red haze began to clear and I returned to the land of the living.  
One of the young studs was wiping me down with a rag.   It must have been him I
felt wiping my face.   He was now wiping carefully around my hugely swollen
nipples.  Then Master Dieter's cold, blue eyes were above me looking down.

"It has seriously damaged one of my best slaves.  It will be punished."  He
lifted the prod for me to see and started walking down toward my bottom end.

Oh fucking no, not again.

"Master Dieter Sir, please no, I didn't do it on purpose.  Someone squeezed my
tender nuts hard and my jaws closed involuntarily.   I had no control Sir." I
cried.   "It wasn't my fault."

He paid no attention to my pleas.  He got down to the end and came up between my
legs.  He lifted the prod and placed it against my tender nuts.  

He gave me a big smile then pulled the trigger.   I was off on another, first
class, all expenses paid, trip  to hell.   Again I was unable to tolerate the
pain for long and quickly passed into that dark, silent world.   It was getting
to become my favorite vacation spot.

To be continued.

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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