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.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street.
by Rob
Part 9.
I awoke, laying on my stomach on the leather covered table and was very
uncomfortable. The pain killer had worn off and my back was throbbing.
Opening my weary eyes I could see Pat sound asleep on the cot, in my cell. I
smiled a warm smile of affection for him. He was always there for me when I
needed someone.
"How are you feeling Harold?" Pete asked.
His voice startled me. I hadn't noticed him sitting in the chair beside the
table.
"Still a lot of pain, Pete." I answered.
"Want another shot of pain killer?" he asked.
"No thanks Pete, I think I would like to try and get along without it for now."
My bladder was full and I needed to empty it, but was afraid of the pain I would
suffer when the urethra plug was removed. The need to void however, was quickly
over coming my fear of the plug removal pain.
"Pete, my bladder is bursting. Could you please remove the urethra plug? " I
asked in a pleading voice.
"Nope!" he said flatly looking straight into my eyes.
I felt tears began to well up in my own eyes.
"I can't do that," he continued with a smile. "simply because it is already
out."
"Oh." was my stunned response.
"We took it out last night. You pissed out almost a gallon of urine. Fuck you
must have been really bloated up. How many guys used you anyway?"
"Don't know and don't really care, I just know I got a bladder full right now
and would like to lose it."
"How fucking stupid of me, just a sec, I'll get the pan."
He was back in a flash, helped me lift my butt end, then pushed the pan gently
under my dick. The moment the pan was in place my bladder released. I pissed
and pissed, hell I didn't think it was ever going to stop.
Then I felt the warm piss begin to bath my balls. The pan was getting full and
my balls were hanging right down into the fucking piss. Shit, one problem
after another. And still my bladder didn't feel anywhere near being empty.
"Got a problem, Pete. The pan is getting so full my balls are floating in the
piss."
"Hey that's great news, Harold." he answered
"What!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Well just think, now you know that if you are ever on a boat and it sinks, your
balls will float and your dick, having it's own built in life preserver, won't
drown." he said, breaking into a fit of laughter at his own sick joke, as he
went to get a replacement pan.
"Fucking comedian's," I shouted after his retreating body." "Always plenty of
comedian's about when all that is really needed is a good bed-pan-man."
He returned right away with a replacement pan.
"Stop the flow for a moment and I'll switch pans. Don't worry about the
jewels, there not going to melt away. I'll clean them up once your finished."
At first, having my balls floating around in my own hot piss, disgusted me.
However, when Pete raised my rear and pulled out the pan, that warm feeling
surrounding them went with it. Cool air quickly surrounded them and they felt
cold. Now I wanted them back in that hot piss. Man, was I becoming fucked up
or what?
After my bladder finally emptied and the pan had been removed, Pete brought a
couple of firm foam pillows. Together we managed to get me up enough, without
causing me too much pain, for him to push them under my chest and abdomen. This
was so much more comfortable then laying flat on that table.
Next he brought over a stainless steel bowl, filled with warm water. After
wiping the entire crotch area with a dampened cloth, he squirted a bit of
liquid bath soap into his hand and began to rub all around my cock and balls.
My cock was as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar in about two and a half nano
seconds. His hand felt so sensual, I moaned in ecstasy. He kept rubbing and
my moaning got louder. He soon had me gasping and crying for release.
"What the hell is going on here." Pat's voice suddenly boomed beside me.
I looked up startled.
"The fucking dog pissed all over himself this morning and now I gotta clean him
up." Pete said in a, damn I hate this, tone.
"Don't believe him Pat, he is full of shit. He knew my bladder was full to
overflowing, so he brought the smallest fucking pan he could find. He is
jealous of my low hangers because they are so much more macho lookin' then his.
He knew they would hang down into the bowl and get pissed on, it's only right
that he clean them up." I said in a mock hurt voice.
"Bullshit. Ain't no way you can even consider those little cherry pits to be
low hangers. Hell they don't even reach the end of that little embarrassment
you have the audacity to call a dick." Pete shot back.
"Ok, ok." Pat said laughing. "Sorry I asked."
"How ya feeling Harold?"
"A little sore but I'll manage, Pat." I answered.
Pete had stopped wanking my dick and I wanted him to continue.
"Excuse me a moment, please Pat ." I said, trying to turn my head to look back
at Pete. A pain shot through the base of my neck, I stopped trying to do that
pretty damned quick.
"Pete, are you going to finish what you started or are you going to stand there
all day looking stunned?" I chided.
"Well it seems to me that all that's needed now is to rinse the soap off." he
said.
"Well Pete," I said in mock seriousness, "something sure as hell should cum off
and it damned well ain't the soap."
"Oh, you want to release a little bit of that cherry stone juice, do you?" he
mocked me back.
"Well, I know it may seem like only a little, but I wonder whether you are a big
enough boy to be able to handle it." was my rejoinder.
Pat chuckled out loud.
"Look Dinky," Pete snorted, "why don't you do something useful for a change,
like giving Pat a nice, good morning blowjob, while I look after this little,
tiny, itsy bitsy problem back here."
"Bitch!" I swore with a laugh.
They both joined in laughing. Pete started washing my dick and balls again and
I gave Pat the fish gulping sign with my mouth. He quickly dropped the jeans he
was wearing. He wore no underwear and his dick began to rise as he headed
towards my waiting, hot mouth.
I loved the taste and feel of Pat's dick in my mouth. It just felt so right
for it to be there. I worked it carefully, finding all his little G spots,
teasing them till he was moaning in ecstasy.
Pete had rinsed all the soap off my crotch and had somehow managed to get his
head between my upraised abdomen and the table. He took my throbbing dick head
into his hot mouth and continued pleasuring me.
Pat and I both came at the same time. Pat shout five or six heavy squirts and I
greedily swallowed it down, but I seemed to shoot forever. All that sex last
night, without release, had filled my nuts to over flowing I guessed.
I heard Pete gag a couple of times. He couldn't swallow it fast enough. When
he finally crawled out from under my legs, his face, chin, cheeks, neck, hair
and even part of his chest dripped gobs of my cum.
"Fuck I thought you were never going to stop." he said trying to get his
breathing back to normal.
"You must have pumped a fucking gallon of that shit down my throat."
"Stop yer complaining'. A real man can't help it if his low hangin', macho
balls produce gallons of, He Man Juice." I said, emphasizing the taunting words.
Well that cracked us all up and we were laughing hysterically when the cell room
door opened and Charlie came in.
The laughing ceased immediately.
"Eric, Fred and Clyde." he said. "Those are the three bastards that messed with
my property."
He walked over to the table and looked down at me.
"How are you feeling Harold?" he asked with a tone of real concern.
"Much better, thank you, Sir. The boys have been looking after me real well."
I answered politely.
He looked at Pat, still doing up his fly and at Pete, his head and face all
covered in cum.
"Mmmm....I guess they have." he said with a chuckle.
"Well, we have the fuckers that did this to you, Harold. They are men that I
do business with quite regularly. I bested them on a deal a few months ago.
They were pissed about it and the stupid bastards thought they could get back at
me by hurting you." he informed me.
"But they made the mistake of bringing you here to the cell room. One of the
rooms with 24 hour a day video monitoring. The whole thing was recorded. They
have lost more than a business deal this time. They have lost everything.
They now belong to me." he stated as a matter of fact.
"Pete and Larry will begin training them just as soon as they finish punishing
them for what they did to you." he continued.
"In Pat's professional opinion, Pat's a fully licensed medical doctor by the
way, you are going to require a week for your body to heal. That really
pisses me off because it means I have to put your training on hold." he said,
his dark eyes boring right into me.
"Don't get too fucking comfortable while you mend Dink, this is not a holiday
cruise ship here. You still belong to me, your still a slave and you still owe
me Dinky doggie time. Your debt has been cut as promised, however if it is
going to take you a whole fucking week to mend, the fucking thing will be right
back where you started yesterday." he said angrily.
Fuck, here I am half dead from taking a beating for him and he is all pissed off
at me because I am in such bad shape. He has gone and turned it around so that
I am to blame for his fucking enemies, beating the shit out of me, to get back
at him. Now I am really confused.
"I need you healthy so I have no choice but to abide by Pat's professional
opinion. My advise to you though is get up off your lazy fucking ass as soon
as possible. I have a job for you that will help you pay down your debt." he
advised.
"I want this lazy little fuck back to work as soon as possible, Pat. I don't
give a shit whether he has a few aches or pains or not, as soon as the serious
stuff has healed he goes back to training." he said turning his attention to
Pat.
"Yes, Sir. Your orders will be obeyed." Pat answered.
"Good, I know I can count on you. Keep me informed of his progress." he said.
"Pete, you and Larry are going to be very busy for the next five days or so. We
have some new recruits." he said to Pete.
"Yes Sir." Pete answered in what sounded like anticipation.
Charlie then turned and walked away. I heard the door open and close. We all
breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Hot damn," Pete shouted. "He really likes you Harold. He really fuckin' likes
you."
I looked at him in confusion.
Pat saw the confusion.
"Harold, Charlie doesn't like very many people. Most, he just tolerates. We
kind of thought he had taken a liking to you when he started yellin' at you for
ordering a coke that day. Charlie is very hard to read sometimes, so it is very
difficult to judge his feelings." Pat explained.
"There were a few points along the way where we thought he was going to sell
you, when your training was completed. But now, we know beyond a shadow of
doubt, he really does like you."
I was still fucking confused.
"If the fucking man likes me, why in hell has he been putting me through
hell?" I stammered out.
"It's his way of measuring you, Harold. He will continue to test and measure
you, just as he does the three of us. He likes us as well." Pete giggled.
"It's not always easy, Harold, but life here has been good. We want for
nothing, including sex. Charlie looks after our every need and gives us
protection. In exchange, we obey his every whim." Pat continued.
"And we all take turns in dog mode." Pete joined in. "Pat's dog name is Dick,
mine is Dork and Larry's is......." they both broke out laughing here...,
Stinky." and they laughed some more.
I must admit I found it funny too and joined in. We were just getting over the
laugh when Larry walked in the room and of course we all broke out into peels of
laughter again.
"What's so funny guys?" he said walking up to the table and placing a friendly
hand on my head.
"We just told Harold your doggie name and it just about broke him up," Pat said
through his laughter. " sorry bud, but we couldn't help laughing with him. You
must admit it really is funny."
"Oh yes, very funny." he said indignantly, turning a little pink with
embarrassment.
"How ya feelin' Harold?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Pretty good, thanks Larry."
"Well you rest and get yourself better real quick." he squeezed my arm
affectionately.
"Thanks Larry, I'll do my best."
"Now, sorry to break this party up, but Pete and I have a rather dirty job to
do, that should turn out to be a lot of fun and we better get to it." he said.
"I'll drop by at lunch time to see how you are doing, Dink." Pete said. "I'll
pick up your lunches and bring them with me Pat, seeing as I have to pass the
kitchen to get back here."
"Thanks Pete." Pat answered.
"And Pat, easy with the fucking, huh, the boy needs his strength to heal."
Larry punned as he headed for the door.
"Don't you just wish you could change places." Pat shouted playfully after him.
Larry stopped with his hand on the door, turned and said thoughtfully, "mmmmm
now that, Pat, is well with in the realm of possibility......See y'all later."
then followed Pete out and closed the door.
"Would you believe, I hated those two guys up until yesterday morning?" I said
to Pat.
"Well I suppose they gave you lots of reasons too, Harold. They are Charlie's
main enforcers. They are off to start working on those three that hurt you
last night."
"Do they really have to do it, Pat?"
"Oh yes, they have to do it, but Harold you best understand right now, they like
it. They really get off on taking a helpless man and hurting him
unmercifully." he paused and gave me a very serious look.
"If Charlie were to give the order, they would walk in here right this minute
and string the both of us up and have themselves a grand time, and not even
think twice about it."
My mouth fell open.
"My god, then they weren't kidding when they told me how they had blown their
loads just listening to me screaming." I stated sadly.
"No Harold, they weren't kidding. They really got a lot of sexual pleasure
from your pain, just as they will from those three that hurt you. They cannot
help themselves, Harold. They are sadists, but luckily, Charlie has them under
control."
"Well all I can say is I hope he never looses it." I said with a shiver running
up my spine.
"He won't" he answered.
********************
It took a week of patience on the part of Pat, and hard, painful work on my
part, to have me almost back to normal.
The weapon used to deliver the blows had not been a whip as I had thought, but a
switch. A long thin, reinforced, fiber glass rod, similar to a fishing pole,
but without the eyes.
Charlie had someone watch the video tape and count the number of blows that had
been delivered. The final tally was 235. Each of the attackers had a similar
switch and they took turns lashing me.
The skin on my back had been broken in a dozen places but all of the lacerations
were very minor. None would leave scars. The real concern was the swelling
and bruising. The switch had caused some damage to subcutaneous tissues and
muscles.
The most serious damage was centered around the shoulders. There are a number
of muscles close to the surface. These were badly bruised and swollen,
requiring much care and attention. It was these damaged muscles that made it
excruciatingly painful to move or rise from the table.
Seven days had passed and I was almost back to normal. There was still pain,
but I could live with it. Pat finally had to tell Charlie I was fit again. On
the morning of the 8th day, Pat arrived and went straight to the cupboard and
pulled out the box that held the Dinky doggie stuff.
I knew right away what was coming. I got up off my cot and made my way to the
table.
"Sorry Harold but it's back to the five hours a day as Dinky." Pat said,
bringing the box over to the table.
"How much longer is he going to force me do this, Pat?" I asked sullenly.
"Have no idea Harold and ain't about to ask him either. He will do it as long
as he wants and if your smart you will just play the part to the best of your
ability." Pat answered.
"Ok. Can I have a shower and use the shitter first?" I asked hopefully.
"Ya, but from now on make sure you get up before anyone comes in. Pete and
Larry won't let you. They will put you right into doggie mode." Pat warned.
"Ok, thanks Pat." I said heading for the washroom.
Once I had showered, shaved and emptied the bladder and bowels, Pat quickly
helped me become Dinky doggie. He had to go get one of the guys to help lift
me off the table. I could not get down by myself.
Fastening the leash he led me to the bar and the ever waiting Charlie. I had
to go through the fucking scratch behind the ear shit. You would have thought I
would get used to it, but I didn't.
Charlie screamed for Harry to bring me my breakfast, then watched happily as I
tried to eat it without getting it all over the fucking floor. I must have
really been out of practice because it seems I spilled most of it and had the
unappetizing task of eating and licking it up off the dirty floor.
I soon started to find out that Dinky doggie was not here just to decorate the
bar. He had a job, or rather he had to give a job, a blowjob or asslick to
anyone that wanted it.
I had never really spent anytime in the bar, except my first day and those other
rather unpleasant situations, which I have already described. Today I was to
get to see a normal full day.
There were a lot of regular customers. I never kept count, but more than 50 men
entered and left the bar that morning. Some came in together, had a drink,
talked then left. Others came in alone or sat with a friend, had a drink and
left. Still others came in, sat with Charlie, had a drink and talked seriously
for a bit, then left.
It was just an on going thing. My job as Dinky doggie was to answer when
called.
"Where's that fucking dog?" a voice yelled out.
I pulled my lips from the cock I had just finished sucking and headed for the
voice.
"Come on dog, I haven't got all fucking day. Move your ass and wag that fucking
tail or your going to get a good swift kick in the nuts to smarten you up" the
voice swore.
I moved as quickly as I could to the voice. A big man, must have been between
6'5" and 7'.0" tall. His shoulders were massive, as were his arms and legs.
I couldn't see very well in this outfit, but what I could make out said he was
huge.
I wiggled my ass, as I crawled, to make the fucking tail wag and approached the
man with a little bit of fear. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to me as
long as there was no serious physical damage. Charlie did not consider a kick
in the balls as being serious, however I kind'a disagreed, particularly since
it was my balls that might be kicked.
As soon as I got to him the man unzipped, put his hand in and pulled out the
biggest fucking cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least three inches in
diameter and hung half way to his knees, but was still flaccid. I gave a big
gulp, how in fuck was I ever going to get that thing in my mouth?
"Like the look of it doggie. Bet you ain't never seen a real man dick before.
This old boy has split hundreds of asspussies, and stretched even more throats.
Welcome to the club." then he began to laugh uproariously.
I knew this was not going to be fun. Without waiting for the order I moved my
head forward and began to lick. I opened my mouth and tried to get my lips
around it, but there was just no way. The fucking thing was too big, if he
tried forcing that down my throat I was in big trouble.
"Hey Charlie ya really got a faggot dog this time. Love's it's cock. Didn't
have to say a word to it, it just homed right in and started eating." he
laughed again.
"Just wait till the mutt sees how big this thing is going to get, I'll bet he
shits himself." more laughter.
I didn't pay any attention. I was already scared enough, I didn't need to
listen to his mocking me as well.
The cock was beginning to harden. With each beat of the guys heart the cock
seemed to grow another half inch. Fuck I'll bet it took half the bastard's
blood supply just to get this monster fully hard. As it hardened it started to
lift and stand out from the body. That's when I first noticed his nuts.
I had pulled back for a sec to take a look at his big dick and then saw the
fucking nuts that were hidden behind it. They were as big as fucking
baseballs. Shit when this guy came he would drown me.
The cock kept getting harder and harder, I concentrated on licking around the
massive purple head, the slit was so big I was able to stick my tongue right in.
That got big moans from him, so I worked that slit and the area just below. He
was loving it.
It finally reached it's maximum size. I estimated that it was around 15 inches
in total length and at least 4, but probably 5 inches in circumference. Seeing
it's final size I relaxed, he might try but there was not a chance in hell that
he would be able to even get that thing my mouth, never mind down my throat.
The only thing I had to worry about was that Charlie might have given him the ok
to shove that up my ass.
"You ready to take this thing down your fucking faggy doggie throat dog." he
spit out at me.
"Rrrrough." (yes) I was confident there was no chance in hell of success.
He grabbed me by the hair, tilted my head back and before I knew what was
happening the head of that fucking cock was inside my mouth. It felt like my
jaws were being torn apart. I went into instant panic mode.
Precum had stared running out the slit and was pouring down my throat, it was
almost like he was pissing it out.
"Take a deep breath through you nose faggy doggie, big dickie is sliding on
home." he taunted.
Before I had a chance to take that breath he pulled my head forward with all his
might and that massive dick went sliding down my throat. My nose was buried in
his hairy pubs.
I couldn't breath, I couldn't even gag. My throat was filled to bursting. I
was impaled on a massive iron rod. This man now had my life in his hands, I
was completely helpless to do anything to save myself.
He was talking to me but I was in such a panic I could not make out the words.
All I wanted was for the invader to leave. I kept trying to pull my head back,
trying to pull free from the horrible phallus lodged in my throat. Everything
was beginning to turn a hazy red and fade away.
Then the thing was out of my throat, out of my mouth. I started gasping
desperately for air. As the fresh supply of the precious, sweet, life giving
oxygen made it's way through my blood stream the haze began to clear.
I turned my head to look at him and was stunned to see him wanking that thing
with both hands and it was pointed right at me. I saw the gush of his climax
a fraction of a second too late to duck. My head was in the way and that first
gush hit me right on the eye that was looking at him and splattered across my
cheek. It was like having a glass of hot water thrown in my face.
The next squirt got me on the mouth, which was open because I was still gasping
for breath. My mouth filled instantly with heavy, gooey man juice. I was
swallowing when another load hit, then another and another. I was covered in
the stuff. It was like having a shower in cum.
All the while this was happening everyone in the bar was making comments,
hooting, clapping, wolfwhistling, etc. They thought this was the greatest show
on earth. All I could think of was, I hope I don't drown in this shit.
After 10 shots from those massive balls, he was empty. The cheering in the bar
had risen to a crescendo and was now starting to abate. I was covered in cum.
One shot had hit my shoulder and was running down my back. My chest was
covered as were my face and furry arms.
Cum covered the eye lenses so I could not focus on anything. All that was
coming through was light. I tried bringing a paw up to clear them off but it
didn't help at all, there was too much cum on the arms and paws. I had to keep
licking the cum from around my lips as it dripped down my nose.
"Well now Dinky faggot doggie did you like having a real cock down your throat
for a change." he asked sarcastically.
What the fuck was I going to say, no? Not a chance, the guy would probably kick
me in the balls to get even.
"Rrrrough." (Yes) I answered.
He gave a big deep laugh, placed one of his huge hands on my head and petted me
affectionately.
"I think I like you Dinky faggot dog, yup I definitely think I like you."
I heard him zip up his fly then walk away. I stood there on my four legs,
covered in cum and stunned by his words. I was sure hoping that didn't mean
he was going to pay me a return visit.
Pat was suddenly beside me. He cleaned off the lenses of the false eyes and I
could focus again.
"You are in a real mess here Dink. There is cum all over the floor and Charlie
wants you to clean it up. Then lick as much as possible off your arms and body.
Do it just like a doggie would. Once you get all cleaned up he is going to let
you go back to the cell room to change. So get busy and do a good job." pat
whispered in my ear.
Able to see again I turned my head and looked down at the floor with my right
eye. There was a huge puddle of the damned stuff. I also looked at my arms
and paws. I decided the best place to start was with the arms and began to lick
the fur clean.
A big cheer went up around the bar. Well the boys were still getting a big kick
out of my debasement. Lucky them. Cum normally doesn't taste too bad and
sometimes is down right delicious, but always while it is hot and fresh from the
nuts. That is not the case when it lands on artificial fur and gets cold.
The taste was bloody awful and very bitter. With no other alternative open to
me, I kept licking and gagging the bloody stuff down. My jaw muscles were
aching and my throat was still sore from that massive intrusion. All this
licking was not helping matters. I knew I would be very sore later on today.
Once the first arm was done I did the paw. Then pulled the back of the paw up
my chest and licked the crap off, again and again I did this until the paw came
away clean, indicating I had got it all off.
Then I did the other arm and paw, going through the whole procedure again,
including wiping the chest.
Finally, all I had left was the puddle on the floor and I really was not looking
forward to it, but bit the bullet and bent down. I could not see what I was
doing once I started licking and had to pretty much go by feel and taste. The
floor had been dirty so of course I ended up with a lot of grit in my mouth.
There was nothing I could do but swallow.
When it was all clean and I figured I had done the best job possible, I went
into a sitting position and gave a little half bark.
I felt the leash being attached to my collar and Pat spoke.
"Good boy, Dinky. Good doggie." he said.
The crowd clapped and cheered.
"Come Dinky." Pat said pulling gently on the leash.
I followed as he headed back to Charlie. When we got there, Charlie's hand
headed for where else, but my head and he began that damned scratching.
"Take the dog out for a walk Pat. Make sure he empties his bladder and bowels
before you bring him back in. I will have lunch ready for him when you get back
and that will be it for Dinky doggie today." he said, all the while scratching
me behind the fucking ear.
Pat has to take me for a walk and I have to empty my bladder and bowels. I can
certainly piss, but my bowels are already empty, I had a good shit before
getting into the Dinky outfit.
"Let's go Dinky, wan'na go out boy. A nice long walk." Pat said
enthusiastically.
With no choice in the matter I couldn't do anything but answer in the
affirmative.
"Rrrrough."
Any hopes that I had held that the walk would be in the courtyard were dashed
instantly as Pat headed for the main entrance to the bar. I was going to have
to perform this humiliation out on the public street again.
As Pat opened the door, I was surprised to see that the entrance way had been
changed. The dug out area had been enlarged, the stairs moved and a small lift,
big enough for a human dog had been installed. Pat put me on the lift and
pushed the up button.
While I was slowly being lifted up to ground level, Pat climbed the stairs and
met me at the top. He took hold of the leash and we started up the street,
towards Queen Street.
We passed right by the tree I had used the first time I had been out here with
Larry. Where was Pat taking me? I was terrified of being out on a public
street like this. How the hell were these guys getting away with this stuff,
especially in this city, which was known just about everywhere as. Toronto The
Good.
But Pat didn't seem to be worried in the least. We had now past a dozen homes
and were almost half way to Queen Street. I was really beginning to panic.
Queen Street, for those unfamiliar with Toronto, is a main east/west
thoroughfare, that runs through the downtown core. It is very busy in this
particular area. Loads of pedestrian and vehicular traffic.
There was no way Pat could take me much closer without causing some kind of
disturbance that would definitely bring the police. But he just kept on
walking.
My panic finally got the better of my fear of Charlie and I started to pull back
on the leash. Pat looked around at me. I began to whine and cry.
"What's wrong, Dink?" he asked compassionately.
"Am I walking too fast for you?"
"Rrrrough, rrrrough." (No)
"Well what's wrong?"
"Oh, bet you have to empty your bladder, right?"
Figuring that if I gave him an affirmative and had my piss he would turn around
and take me back to the bar. I wanted off this street desperately.
"Rrrrough."
"Ok, here is a nice tree for you." he said taking me up onto a lawn with a huge
Chestnut tree.
I lifted my leg against the tree and opened my bladder. Wouldn't you know it,
the moment the piss started to flow....
"Hi Pat, that Charlie's new dog?" a voice asked.
All this fucking way we had walked and not a soul. I stop for just a second,
lift my leg to piss and bamo, someone there to watch. Shit.
"Ya, a real beauty don't ya think?" Pat answered.
"Sure is. Charlie sure has one hell of an eye for dog meat. I don't think he
has ever had a mongrel, only prime stock for Charlie." the man said.
Well at least the prick didn't think I was a mongrel. Prime stock huh. Mmmm
that kind'a made me feel good. Better than a kick in the balls anyway.
I had stopped the pee when that voice had spoke out, but started it up again
when I realized this guy was not going to credit me with being human.
They talked for a few minutes and then the man said his good byes. He was
headed down the street towards the bar so I started after him.
Pat, however, had other ideas. He pulled back on the leash. But I tugged,
indicating I wanted to go back.
"Gotta have your shit first Dinky." he said, and started walking towards Queen
Street again.
I tried lagging back, but he would just give a little tug on the leash each
time. I finally gave up because the tugs were starting to really hurt my neck.
We kept getting closer and closer to the dreaded Queen Street.
Please Pat, please I begged in my mind, turn around and lets go back. Don't
take me out there. But of course Pat wasn't listening, how the hell can a
human be expected to hear the thoughts of a dumb dog. Just shows how much I was
into this dog thing. I really had expected him to be able too. I sure was one
dumb fuck dog.
Right on the corner of Queen and Kelly Streets there was a little grassy area.
Pat walked right up onto the grass tugging me along behind. My head was
swinging back and forth looking to see which of the people walking by would be
the first to realize I was not a dog. The first to realize that I was a man
with his fucking dick and balls hanging out.
"There you go, Dinky," Pat said. "this is a great spot to have your shit."
I looked at him like he was out of his fucking mind. I couldn't shit here.
This was a public place, it was the middle of the day and there were hundreds of
people all around.
"As soon as you finish we can go back to the bar." he said with a smile and
just stood there waiting.
He was out of his fucking mind. I began to shake. Tears began to form in my
eyes. I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. Pat put a reassuring
hand on my head and bent down.
"Dink," he whispered. "If you don't want to be on a plane out of the country
this afternoon, have the shit. There is a camera on the top of that building
across the street. Charlie is watching so just do it."
He rubbed my head again and moved away a bit. With tears flowing down my cheeks
and my body shaking like a leaf, I spread my back legs and leaned back a bit and
tried to shit.
It took a lot of grunting and pushing but finally I managed to push out a couple
of small turds. Just at that moment a man and woman were walking past arm and
arm.
"I tell you Jack this fucking city gets sicker and sicker every day. Just look
at that sick fuck." the woman said to her companion.
"Probably one of those poor bastards the Provincial Government just threw out of
the Psych Hospital." he replied shaking his head.
That ended any chance of my pushing out more. I started really shaking now and
was feeling sick to my stomach. I straightened up, gave a whine and began
pulling on my leash. I wanted back to the bar, as quick as possible.
"Turn around and sniff it Dink, your a fucking dog, damit." he cursed at me.
Unused to him being anything but caring towards me was a shock. What the fuck
was I going to do. I looked around and could see people staring at me. It
now seemed certain, Pat was going to stay right where he was until I sniffed my
own shit. Fuck.
I wanted off Queen Street so I turned around quickly, bent over and sniffed
around where I had just shat. I found it and started gagging, I almost lost the
contents of my stomach.
"Good boy." Pat praised me out loud and pulled gently on the leash indicating we
were heading back to the bar.
I gave a sigh of relief and followed right along. It then hit me that other
than the sick'o comments made by the man and woman, no one else had said a
thing. No one else had been shocked or mortified or whatever the word for it
was these days. What the fuck was wrong with everyone. Had the people of
this city really become so closed off to what was going on around them that they
couldn't or wouldn't see a naked man crawling around pretending he was a dog and
do something about it.
These thoughts just kept rattling around and around in my mind. Before I
realized it we were back at the bar. Pat put me on the lift and pushed the
button.
Back inside the bar, Charlie was.... scratching me behind the ear as Pat filled
him in on our little walk. How I had been a good little doggie and made my pee
pee and did my dodo's. Damn, it was degrading to hear myself talked about like
that.
"Harry." Charlie yelled. "Bring the dog his lunch."
A few moments later the dog dish was pushed under my nose. I bent down to eat
what looked like brown mush. It didn't taste too bad and I ate it all licking
the bowl as clean as possible. Charlie didn't much like it if his dogs left
food scrapes in their bowls.
When the mush and the milk that had been in the other half of the bowl were gone
he called Harry back.
"The dog really loved his dinner Harry, it must have been really good. What
was it any way?" Charlie asked.
"Oh just some scrapings from the garbage can Sir." Harry answered and I almost
threw it up there and then.
The fucking bastard had fed me garbage, Sonofabitch. I was never going to be
able to trust any of the food they forced me to eat when I was in doggie mode.
"Well Harry he liked it so much I guess that's what we will have to give him
from now on." he said to Harry.
He then turned and looked down at me.
"You really like eating garbage, don't ya Dinky?" he asked it as a question for
which I knew he wanted an answer.
I also knew what answer he wanted and that I would be ten times a fool not to
give it to him.
"Rrrrough." (Yes)
"Good, we throw away much too much here. I will make sure Harry keeps all the
edible garbage just for you. Nothing but the best for my dog." he said with a
smile.
I just felt sick inside.
"Well Dinky, time for you to rest, you have had a busy morning and tomorrow will
be just as busy. Pat take him back to his kennel." Charlie ordered.
After the doggie outfit was removed I headed straight for the shower. I still
had lots of dried cum on me and it was itching.
Once I was all cleaned up and feeling better I went back into the cell room.
Pat was there waiting for me. He threw something to me and I caught it.
It was a black leather pouch, much like I had seen him, Pete and Larry wearing
from time to time.
"Put that on Harold, Charlie has some work for you this after noon and he wants
you dressed."
I put the thing on. It was a tight fit and my nuts were pushing out the sides.
I felt more exposed like this then I did naked or as Dinky doggie. I would have
to be careful when I was moving around that they didn't pop out.
What is going down now, I wondered. I had a terrible feeling Charlie had some
sort of plan for more humiliation.
"What's up Pat?" I asked.
He gave me a look that said, hush can't tell you.
"Charlie will tell you." he said.
"Ok. Do I get anything else or is this it.?" I inquired.
"Ya, you get a great pair of knee high leather boots with four inch heels. You
also get to wear a leather muscle strap across your chest and shoulders." he
replied.
Whoopee ding dong, a pair of boots and a leather strap for my chest. Ya, that
would hold my nuts in. Now I knew for sure I wasn't going to like this.
After I had the boots, pouch and straps on we headed down the hall to the bar.
Why was I not surprised it was the bar.
It was just after 1pm and the place was fairly crowded. A loud cheer went up
around the room as I entered. Hands rubbed my ass and even grabbed at my crotch
as we moved towards Charlie. I am sure my face was bright red by the time we
got there. This was worse than the damned doggie thing.
"Ah Dink," Charlie said with a big smile. "We are very busy in here today and
we need a waiter. Go let Harry know you are ready for work."
"Yes Sir." I said starting to head towards the kitchen.
Charlie's big hand reached out like lightening and grabbed my crotch. He held
tight, not enough to cause any pain, but tight enough to say, all I gotta do
boy, is squeeze just a little and you will be on your knees.
"You be real nice to the customers, Dink. Our philosophy is, the customer is
always right, so you make the customers real happy." he said in a very serious
tone.
"Yes Sir, I will Sir." I answered in a voice that couldn't help but relay my
fear to him.
He smiled at me, let go of my crotch, then gave me a playful slap on the ass,
sending me to Harry.
Harry gave me a small tray and an order pad. Told me I had better try and
figure out a system so I would know what order came from what table. He also
warned me not to mix the orders up under any circumstance. He then gave me a
slap on the ass, much the same as Charlie had and sent me out into the room.
Never having waited tables before, I really had no idea how complicated the job
could be. I walked up to the first table and asked if there was anything I
could get for anyone. While one of the guys at the table was giving me his
order, the one I was standing near shoved his hand under my pouch and started
playing with my cock and balls.
Charlie had said the customer was always right and to keep the customer happy.
But wasn't this going a little too far. Probably but I was to damned scared of
Charlie to say anything. I was trying to concentrate on taking he orders and
this guy was making me hard.
He now had both hands on me, one under the pouch working my jewels the other
rubbing my ass and fingering around my hole. I was gasping for breath I was so
turned on, but at the same time I had turned pink with humiliation. All these
guys sitting at the table watching me get masturbated. But it felt so good
damned good.
I was really gasping and panting now. I think I was probably moaning as well.
Then the bastard pulled his hands away and started talking with one of the other
guys. He just left me. He'd had his fun and now just stopped. I was
standing there almost on the verge of a major climax and unable to do anything.
The front of the pouch was sopping wet with precum and my cock was pulsing up
and down, pushing out the thin leather of the pouch.
I staggered back a bit from the table and made my way to the next. There I got
drink orders without anyone doing anything except a slap on the ass as I headed
to the next table.
I had begun to regain my composure by now. My dick was still hard and
throbbing, but I had dropped down from that sexual high that I'd had been in
just a short time before. My nuts though were screaming for release.
I calmly, well as calmly as possible for someone that has a raging hard on
tenting his little tiny dick pouch in a room full of horny men, made my way to
the next table.
"May I take your orders gentlemen." I asked politely.
"Ya, whip yer dick out and place it on the table." a big man with a long black
beard, wearing a black T-shirt with a pic of a skull and cross bones on the
front and tattoos all up and down his huge muscular arms ordered.
Not able to believe what I just heard I made a stupid reply.
"Pardon Sir."
"Are you fucking deaf or just plain fucking stupid, put your fuck slab on the
table, NOW." he shouted loud enough for the whole room to hear.
I dropped my free hand to the pouch and released my throbbing dick from the
pouch. Moved towards the table and bent my knees till my cock was resting on
the table. Tears filled my eyes and I started shaking from the shame of having
to obey this man I didn't know from Adam.
"Why is your cock hard, asshole?" he shouted at me.
I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to say. My mind was in complete turmoil
and couldn't think straight.
A big hand, on the guy sitting next to where I was standing, snaked up and
pinched my right nipple. He pinched hard and then began to twist it.
"Answer the man faggot bitch." he said roughly.
"Ah....b..b..b.b..bbbbecause I am horny, Sir?" came blurting out of my trembling
lips, but it came out as a question.
This broke the table up into a fit of laughter, which only added to my shame.
(Dear reader, please stop your damned laughing, get yourself into such a
situation and just see how you react.)
"Oh the little faggot bitch is horny is she. Well the little faggot bitch can
just sashay her little fanny on over here to big daddy and maybe, just maybe,
big daddy will help her to become unhorny." the Beard teased in a high falsetto.
More laughter, they were having a great time. Well I guess I was working to
Charlie's rule, keep the customers happy.
Really up tight now, I made my way over to stand next to him. My dick sticking
out in front of me, by it seemed a mile. Precum dripped in a long silver thread
from the end just as I got to him.
"Come closer, sweet thing, big daddy ain't gonna hurt ya..........much." and he
gave a big belly laugh.
When I was within range he shot out a big beefy hand and grabbed my throbbing
cock. He pulled me closer squeezing tighter.
"Now tell me sweet thing, how would you like Big Daddy to wank your little
weenie, weenie for you?" he asked with a straight face.
This broke the table up into fits of hysterical laughter. One guy was laughing
so hard he was practically choking.
"Yes Sir Big Daddy Sir, that would be nice." I said stupidly.
Man was I on a stupid role this afternoon.
"Sorry sweet thing, but Big Daddy don't wank no wussy faggot dicks. Nope.......,
wouldn't be caught dead doin' that. But now that I got this thing in my hand
bet we could have some other fun with it. You'd like that wouldn't you wussy
faggot? he said.
Again, not having any choice, I had to answer in the positive.
"Yes Sir, the wussy faggot would like you to play with her dick, Sir."
"Hey Red, push me one of those cocktail swizzle sticks, the long thick ones with
the knob on the end." he called across the table.
The guy named Red, picked up a swizzle stick from a small pile not too far from
his left hand. It was about 8 inches long, a quarter of an inch in diameter
and had about a half inch round knob on the end.
"Open your cocksucker, bitch." he ordered me.
I opened my mouth and he pushed the knob end in.
"Now get that nice and wet bitch, I like you so I am making this easier for ya
by letting you wet it first." he said.
He then pulled it out of my mouth and before I even realized what was about to
happen the knob end had disappeared up the slit of my throbbing cock.
I felt nothing but a warm sensation at first, but then suddenly, the damned
thing started to burn. It burned a lot. I let out an involuntary gasp of
pain.
"Oh, I don't think the wuss faggot much likes that, Killer." a man sitting next
to me said to the Beard.
"Too fucking bad for the bitch, ain't it." Killer answered.
"Is this hurtin' ya faggot bitch?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, it burns quite a bit." I answered biting down on my lip.
"Good it's supposed to, but I am only just starting wait till I start fucking
the inside of your dick with it, then you will know pain, faggot." he spit out.
He then pushed it all the way in and I screamed out in pain again. He had
transferred the hand that had been holding onto my dick to my balls and he held
me tight so I couldn't back off.
Then he started to fuck the inside of my dick with that swizzle stick and I
started screaming in pain. It hurt a whole lot and I wanted him to stop. I
just couldn't hold back from begging.
"Please Mr. Killer, Sir, please stop. It hurts so much. Please Sir, please."
I begged, pleaded and cried.
He just laughed and kept it up.
"The little faggot keeps trying to tell us he doesn't like this, but look at his
fucking dick, it is still hard and still throbbing. The little bitch loves
this."
"Hey Red are there a couple more of this type of swizzle over there?" he called
out.
"Ya got two more here, ya need 'em Killer?." was the answer.
"Ya, bring'em on over here. Let's give the little bitch faggot something to
really remember us by." he said.
I watched in terror as Red got up from his chair and made his way towards me
with two more swizzle sticks. What the fuck was the Killer going to do to me
with those. I was really frightened and began to shake along with the cries
of pain I was emitting.
"Get right behind the little faggot Red and work one of those things up each
nostril. Once it is up all the way it will stay there all by itself." Killer
instructed his mate.
"Please no, don't do this." I begged in vain.
Red grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He leaned over my shoulder and
leered into my eyes.
"Gonna really enjoy this faggot. Bet this is gonna hurt like hell." he
whispered in my ear, then stuck his tongue in and wiggled it around.
He roughly placed the first knob at the opening of my left nostril, then began
to push it in. It didn't really hurt much, but it didn't feel good either. He
reached a certain spot and the movement of the knob caused me to start sneezing.
Red pull the stick out and pinched my nose while I was trying to sneezing. It
was fucking terrible. The sneeze had nowhere to go and it felt like the top of
my head was going to blow off.
As soon as the sneezing spell was finished he then proceeded to push that
swizzle in again. It had gone in almost two inches before I started to feel
pain and I let out a cry. He just smiled and pushed until it wouldn't go any
farther. It was hurting now.
Without waiting, he then started pushing the other one up my right nostril. I
guess because the left nostril was filled with a stick already, this one did not
have the freedom to travel up as well as the first one had. This one hurt
right from the start.
I could feel every fraction of an inch of movement as it forced it's way into
the tender reaches of the Nasal cavity. The pain had become incredible. My
eyes were watering uncontrollably.
The pain in my dick hadn't lessened any either. Killer was still working the
swizzle stick in and out at a ferocious rate. I was crying and begging for
them to stop, but they only laughed.
Suddenly, Killer stopped ramming the thing in and out of my dick. Just the
fact that he stopped made it feel much better, even though it was still on fire.
"Ya know wuss, if I push this thing in far enough the knob will push into the
bladder, the urethra will squeeze tight around the shaft and we won't be able to
get it out. I somehow don't think you would like that very much would you?" he
asked.
"No Sir, I wouldn't like it very much, Sir." he was going to do it.
He must be, otherwise, why was he telling me this. The bastard was going to
push it up and get it stuck there and I was going to have to go through hell
until they could get it out again.
"I think it might be fun to push it up a little farther. I mean let's take a
little risk, life is so dull without risk don't you think faggot." he asked.
Damn, he was going to force me to give him the ok to push that fucking thing
into my bladder. What the fuck was I going to do?
Well I did the only thing I could do. I started to cry harder and shake
harder.
"Come on faggot answer me, you would like to have a little risk in your life
wouldn't you." he was smirking.
With tears running down both cheeks I answered.
"Yes, Sir. I would like some risk in my life."
I had to, the punishment for not agreeing with the bastard could be a hundred
times worse than what I would suffer from that little swizzle stick becoming
stuck up my cock.
"Maybe the wuss faggot is not such a wuss after all." Killer announced to the
table.
"The way I figure it faggot, with this swizzle stick in as far as I can get it
from the outside, the knob end is now approximately 3 inches from the entry to
the Bladder. I propose we play a little game of cards to determine how much
farther up your dick we should push it." he smirked.
"I think maybe Black Jack would be a good game...ya..mmmm let's say 6 hands of
Black Jack. For each hand that I win, I get to push that little swizzle stick
up a half inch. In order for me to get to push that stick into your bladder I
would have to win all 6 hands. The odds however, are in your favor, because you
are bound to win at least one hand, the law of averages applies here, faggot."
he said looking me square in the eye.
"Well faggot are you game or are you going to wuss out?" he challenged.
He was right, the odds were in my favor that he would not win all or even half
of the games so the risks of that swizzle stick getting pushed into my bladder
were so small that I would be ok.
"Yes Sir, I will play Sir." I said meekly.
"Well, well the faggot's got balls. Nick you be the dealer, Arnie you keep
score. Ok lets play cards." Killer said enthusiastically.
From the sound of it he was a gambler and loved the chase. Nick pulled out a
deck of cards and started dealing.
Killer won the first hand with 20 I went over. He won the second with 18 I
went over. This was not looking good. The next hand I won with 20, he went
over. I won hand number four with 18, he stayed at 17. Hand five he won with
19, I stayed at 18.
On the final hand Killer was dealt the Queen of hearts and I got the 4 of
diamonds. Killer took a hit and received the 8 of spades. He stayed. I took
a hit and Nick dropped the 2 of spades in front of me. I took another hit and
down came the 9 of hearts. I am sitting a 15, Killer has 18. I crossed my
fingers and told Nick to hit me. He dropped the Queen of clubs down and I was
over.
Killer won four hands and could now push that fucking swizzle stick an extra two
inches up into my urethra. At least he wasn't going to push it right into the
bladder, so I didn't feel all that bad. But I should have.
All the time we were playing, Red had been massaging my dick, making sure it
didn't soften. He also kept working that swizzle stick in and out, just enough
to keep me on edge. The two sticks, sticking out of my nose were still causing
a fair amount of pain. I was hoping that all of this abuse was going to come
to an end real soon.
"Well there, faggot bitch, I guess I get two more inches of your fucking dick,
huh." he laughed.
"Pull one of those out of his nose Red, I need it to push this other one deeper
into his cock." he told his buddy.
Red grabbed the end of the swizzle stick sticking out of the right nostril and
pulled quick. It felt like he was pulling the whole inside of my nose out with
it. My eyes welled up with tears, and I gave a little cry of pain. The
tearing of my eyes was so bad I couldn't see at all. The inside of my nose was
burning like someone had started a big bonfire.
Red handed the swizzle stick to Killer.
"Fucking things got snot all over it. Open your cocksucker faggot and clean it
off. We don't want to be shovin' anythin' dirty up your dick now do we." he
said laughing as he pushed the snot covered swizzle stick into my mouth.
"Come on faggot clean it off and get it good and lubricated while your at it."
he demanded.
I sucked on the stick, having no other option. My stomach was revolting at the
idea, but I managed to get it to calm down. There was no taste at all.
He pulled the swizzle stick out of my mouth, looked at it and gave me a big
grin. It was clean.
"Now how much you reckon is two inches faggot." he said looking me in the eye.
Oh fuck he was going to make a guess at two inches. That stick was going to
end up in my Bladder, I just knew it. That is what this was all about. The
bastard was just prolonging the agony.
He held the swizzle stick up in front of my face, his finger at the half way
point of the stick, which would have made the distance about four inches. I
shook my head no.
"Too much or too little, bitch?"
"Too much, Sir." I answered. "Two inches is about half of that Sir."
"Half of that! Are you sure?" a false look of incredulity on his dark, bearded
face.
"Yes Sir." I said, trying to sound authoritative.
"Bullshit, what do you think Red, is the faggot bullshitting me or what?" he
asked his buddy.
"He's fuckin' bullshittin' ya Killer. Squeeze the little pricks balls to teach
him a lesson." Red suggested.
"Right after I push this fucker in." Killer answered.
Red grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He grabbed the end of the swizzle
stick that was sticking our of my right nostril and moved it around a bit.
Just enough to cause more pain.
At the same moment Killer placed the second swizzle stick at my piss slit and
started to push the first one farther in my urethra. I could feel it sliding
along the urethra burning as it went.
I was crying out in pain from both of the intruding instruments. I begged and
pleaded for them to stop but that only made them go at it harder then before.
Red let go of the stick and my hair at the same time as Killer withdrew the
second swizzle stick from my cock.
"There we go, it is in the full two inches." Killer announced.
"Ya really like this kind'a stuff, huh, faggot? Fuckin' cock is still just a
throbbin'." he said with a chuckle.
He then wrapped one of his massive hands around my dick and slowly began to wank
me. He hadn't pushed the stick all the way up and into my Bladder, there was
still about half inside my dick. His hand wrapped tightly around my cock was
pressing against the stick. He started to wank my dick and the stick began to
move back and forth with his wanking.
"Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh." I screamed out.
The pain was unbelievable. But my cock stayed hard and Killer started wanking
me faster. I was now getting intense pleasure and intense pain at the same
moment, coming from the same organ on my body. However the pleasure was
starting to overcome the pain.
I began to moan, I was being filled with an ecstatic feeling, pain mixed with a
pleasure like I had never experienced before. I was screaming again, but not
in pain, I was screaming out my lust.
"Oh yes Killer, wank this faggots cock. Oh yes, make it hurt Killer, wank my
fucking dick right off. Oh yessssssss."
Killer wrapped his free had around my balls and started squeezing. Not hard
enough to cause me excruciating pain, but enough that I could feel it. This
new pain joined the pain in my dick and just added to my lust. I could not
believe that pain could feel so fucking good.
"Yes, Killer squeeze my nuts. Tear the fuckers off. Squeeze them, pull them,
break the fucking things. Yaaaaa..ohhhh ....ohhaaaaayaaaa." I screamed out.
Killer wanked me harder and faster, squeezing ever harder on my nuts. Red
grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back and pulled the swizzle stick from my
nose. This just added to the pleasure pain.
Red then planted his lips on mine and his tongue invaded my hot, dry mouth. I
sucked on his tongue greedily. I wanted, I needed his tongue, his mouth and his
mouth juices.
Someone else had started to squeeze and pinch my nipples. I had ceased to be
Harold, I was now just a living organism full of sexual lust. Nothing they
could do would have any effect but to pull me deeper into my lust.
My nuts exploded without any warning. I was shooting hot streams of my juice
all over the front of Killer's skull and cross bones T-shirt and the hair of his
beard.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh." I screamed out my ecstasy as my balls began to
release the pressure that had been building for the last hour or so.
Rope after rope, shot forth. As my lust started to die away, the incredible
pain in my cock returned and my cries turned from pleasure to pain again.
My nuts were drained, Killer let go of my dick, and I grabbed the table to keep
from falling. I stood there for a few minutes trying to recover. I was
gasping for air and shaking all over. I started to feel a chill and realized
that I had been sweating during the whole thing and now that the activity had
stopped I was getting cold.
My breathing finally started to return to normal and my strength returned. It
had been one hell of an experience. Although there had been intense pleasure,
pleasure like I had never experienced before, the pain had also been intense and
still was. I was not sure I would ever like to go through it again though.
"Look at the fucking mess you made of my shirt, faggot bitch." Killer growled
menacingly.
I looked at his shirt and almost broke out laughing. If it hadn't have been
for the look on his face, I would have. His shirt front was just covered in my
cum. He didn't say a thing about his beard, just that stupid shirt.
"Now what the fuck are you going to do about?" bitch, he growled again.
"I am sorry Mr. Killer Sir." I said meekly.
"I guess I could lick it off, Sir." I added lamely.
"Oh yer gonna lick it off all right, now get busy." he ordered.
I got down on my knees in front of him and started licking my cum off his shirt.
Once I had it as clean as I could get it, I leaned back and opened my stupid
mouth again.
"Is that ok, Mr. Killer, Sir." my dumb mouth said, one of these days I was going
to learn to keep it shut.
His eyes turned to fire. His face started to turn red. I nearly shit
myself, the man was getting angry. He was going to kill me I was sure, so I
cowered down.
"You fucking faggot creep." he spit it out at me.
"You ruined my favorite shirt with your fucking sissy seed. How can I be
expected to wear a shirt that has been covered in sissy seed? I would be the
laughing stock of all my friends. Oh no faggot, it is not, OK, and you are
going to have to pay. ." he paused, but kept his fiery eyes locked on mine.
"This shirt cost me fifteen bucks. On top of that there is the cost of going
back to Florida to get a replacement. Figure that at around eight hundred
dollars return from here. Then there are all my expenses, food, hotel,
entertainment, etc. Let's say a nice round figure of....oh...fifteen hundred."
I gave a little gasp, the bastard wanted me to pay him fifteen hundred dollars
for his fifteen dollar fucking T-shirt. My mouth dropped open in amazement.
He reached out and grabbed my nuts. Then I saw his other hand go to his waist.
He pulled out an eight inch hunting knife. I went into panic mode again and
began to shake.
"Now I tell you what, faggot. You place fifteen hundred smackers, on this table
right now and I won't castrate you." his eyes were blazing.
"I don't have any money on me at all." I squeaked out through trembling lips.
"I am naked, Mr. Killer. Please don't cut off my nuts. Master Charlie will
pay you Sir." I blurted out in my panic.
"You think Charlie is going to fork out fifteen hundred to save your fucking
worthless nuts, do you?" he laughed at that.
"Well, tell you what, faggot. Let's just find out shall we." he challenged.
He quickly stripped off the shirt.
"Open your mouth faggot." he ordered.
Much too terrified to do anything else I obeyed. He pushed part of the T-shirt
into my mouth and ordered me to hold it there.
"Now faggot you go over and tell Master Charlie what you have done to upset
this very good customer, and show him the shirt. Explain that you now owe the
customer fifteen hundred dollars. That you promised the customer that Charlie
would make good on his slaves debt. Now off you go faggot." with that his big
hands turned me around and he gave me a slap on the butt to send me on my way.
When I had told him that Charlie would pay him, I had felt confident that
Charlie would. Now I was more scared of what Charlie would do then the knife
that Killer threatened to use to castrate me.
I was now at a point of trying to decide which evil was worse, Charlie or the
knife. I hesitated a couple of times, almost turning back and letting Killer
remove my nuts, rather than face Charlie.
Then other things began to happen. As I passed the first table, where I had
taken the order, one of them grabbed me and asked where the hell their order
was. I pulled quickly from his grasp and hurried as quickly as I could towards
Charlie.
I was approaching Charlie's table from an angle at which he could see me. He
looked up and stared at the sight of his slave waiter, heading towards him with
his dick hanging out and a T-shirt sticking out of his mouth. It must have
been either as weird or as funny as hell to watch, depending entirely on your
perspective.
When I reached the table I stood quietly until Charlie acknowledged me. I was
scared and shaking like crazy. My whole body just a vibrating.
Charlie finally looked up at me, grabbed the T-shirt and pulled it out of my
mouth.
"You want something, Dink." he asked in a calm, gentle voice, as though all his
slaves approached him everyday like this. Well maybe they did.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I tried to explain.
"I was taking orders from the tables like I was supposed to Sir. He made me
put my dick on the table. Then he wanted to play cards with my dick and then
the swizzle stick was hurting and my nose was full and hurting, I came all over
his shirt and he wants to cut off my balls. I failed Sir, I failed you." I
blurted all this nonsense out, fell down on my knee and placed my head in his
lap and cried like a baby.
His big, warm, soft hand gently rubbed my shoulder.
"It's ok Dink. Just relax, that's a good boy. Now calm yourself down, no one
is going to cut off your balls." he said gently, kindly, fatherly.
He continued to rub my shoulders and talk gently to me, getting me settled down.
It must have taken five or ten minutes, but finally I had calmed down enough and
looked up into his face.
"I failed to do a simple job like waiting on tables, Sir. I am so sorry." I
cried.
"Don't worry about the tables, now tell me what happened." he continued in that
fatherly tone, making me feel confident.
I explained the whole thing right from the moment I had started waiting tables.
He listened very patiently, not saying anything, just giving me that fatherly
look and rubbing my shoulders.
"So you now owe Killer fifteen hundred dollars but have no means of paying him."
he stated.
I nodded yes.
"Well I guess that does put you in a pretty awkward position, Dink." he said in
that same calm voice.
"But you made a terrible mistake by making me responsible for paying your debt.
That was very wrong, Dink. If you had told him you would ask me for a loan,
well, that would have been different. But you told him I would give him the
money. Do you understand the difference, Dink?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, I am sorry, he had my balls in one hand and pulled out that knife. I
was not thinking clearly Sir. I panicked I guess." I tried to excuse away my
stupidity.
"Well that creates a real problem Dink. I will now have to make good on your
promise. You are my property and I am responsible for all your actions."
Then he changed his tone, putting more authority and warning into it.
"Your nuts are safe Dink, Killer won't be cutting them off. But Dink, if you
ever make a promise like that again, I will personally cut off your nuts and
make you eat them. Is that clear."
"Yes Sir, very clear. Thank you, Sir." I said, tears of gratefulness falling
down my cheeks.
"Pat." Charlie called out.
Without a word Pat got up from the table and disappeared. He was back a few
minutes later and handed something to Charlie. Charlie picked it up and handed
it to me. It was fifteen one hundred dollar bills.
"Go pay your debt to Killer, Dink." he said with a smile on his face.
I took the money, thanked him and stood up.
"Oh Dink, before you head back, put your dick back into the pouch. You really
are a mess, boy. What do you think the health inspector would do to my
establishment if he walked in here and caught one of my waiters serving tables
with his dick hanging out of his uniform. You really are one sick fuck, Dink."
Feeling really ashamed, I started to stuff my dick back in when the swizzle
stick made an appearance. Pat took hold of it and pulled it out. I gave a
little cry of pain, but thanked him. I then stuffed my dick and balls back in
the pouch and headed back to killers table. I handed him the money and his
soiled shirt.
I went back to work. The rest of the afternoon went without further incident.
Oh, I had my ass rubbed and slapped, I was grouped, poked and prodded, but
nothing serious.
I soon learned how to wait tables and keep the orders straight. It was
actually nice to be doing something productive again.
At one point I had to piss and headed for the men's room. At the urinal I
whipped out my sore dick and opened my bladder. The pain that suddenly ripped
through my dick caused me to scream out loud. I quickly shut off the flow and
the pain faded.
I had broke out in a cold sweat. This time a I controlled the flow, but the
moment the urine entered the urethra, instant severe burning. What had killer
done to me, I wondered in another state of panic.
I quickly stuffed my sore dick back in my pouch and headed over to Charlie's
table.
I stood quietly until Charlie acknowledged my presence.
"What is it Dink." he asked in the fatherly tone.
"May I speak with Pat for a few moments, Sir?" I asked.
"Why certainly Dink go right ahead. He is right here." Charlie answered.
"Could I speak privately with him, Master Charlie?" I started to stutter, I was
becoming nervous and scared.
"Now Dink, what could a fucking, useless slave like you have to say to Pat that
would be a secret to your Master? I think you are going to have to have some
very serious training boy. Now you ask Pat your question, but make it loud
enough that everyone in the bar is able to hear." Charlie ordered.
Oh, fuck. I went and did it again. Will I never fucking learn. What was I
going to do. I wanted to ask Pat about the burning in my cock, I didn't want
the whole bar to know about it. Now I was stuck, I was too nervous to come up
with something else that would sound plausible. I was going to have to state
my problem in public.
"Ah..... I....ahhh just....ahhh...tried to... ahh pee... ahh Pat and it ahhh
burns so bad. Will ah you aahhh check aaah to ah see if ah there is ahh any
ahh permanent damage to ahh the urethra." I was shaking like mad, and
stuttering and mumbling.
"Now how do you expect Pat or anyone else in this bar to understand what he fuck
your problem is if you mumble and stutter like that dink?" Charlie admonished.
"Now get your fucking act together and yell it out loud and clear." he ordered,
the fatherly tone now gone.
"It burns real bad to pee, Pat. Would you look at my dick." I yelled out in
fear.
Well that broke the bar right up of course.
"What the fuck, are you some kind of faggot, Dink?" Charlie challenged.
"It takes a lot of fucking nerve to ask another man to look at your dick in a
public place. I ought to send you to your room for a good whipping from Pete
and Larry for your gross behavior in my bar." Charlie said sternly.
I could see big time pain coming if I didn't get this whole thing turned around
real quick. For once my head started to work properly.
"I only meant for him to check it, professionally, as a Doctor, Master Charlie.
There was blood in the urine as well. I was afraid that your property had been
damaged and if I failed to have Pat check it I would not be fulfilling my duty
to you, Sir. I believe that I would committing a great crime if I allowed this
body that belongs to you to become damaged and not report it Sir."
"Quite right, Dink, quite right. However, in future you report everything to
me. I decide if you need looking after or not. You must not ever make
decisions on your own. I will forgive you this time, but don't let it happen
again, understand." he said in that voice that meant listen up sucker or you
will be sorry.
"Yes Sir." I answered.
Anyway, I now had to submit to a public medical examination. Pat went behind
the bar and came back with a doctor's instrument bag. He pulled out all manner
of device and began checking out my dick.
I guess the patrons had never seen a man get his dick examined, because the next
thing I new every fucking guy in the bar had formed a group around us so they
could watch.
Talk about humiliation. Pat's fingers were so soft and warm and my dick began
to get hard. Here I go again, I thought. Pat had some kind of scope thing
that he cleaned with some alcohol, then lubricated. He started pushing it
slowly up my urethra, his eye glued to the little viewer thingy.
Like the swizzle stick it didn't hurt at first, but it hadn't gone more than an
inch when it began to sting. That didn't stop him. He told me to grit my
teeth and hold on. He pushed the thing all the way up inside me. That scope
are was twice as long as the swizzle stick had been, and it was now all the way
up my cock.
Pat lifted his eye from the scope.
"The linings of the urethra are scratched and a bit raw from the stick, Dink.
It is going to burn like hell to piss for the next couple of days until
everything heals up. But you got no worries, no permanent damage." he said
smiling, then he gave a pull and the scope came sliding out.
Just like that swizzle stick being pulled out of my nose by Red, pulling that
scope out so quickly felt like the whole inside so my cock was coming with it.
I gave out a scream of pain and my hands whipped around to grab my poor burning
cock.
"You mean there is no way to stop the pain when I piss, Pat?" I asked in
desperation.
"Afraid so, Dink. You will just have to live with." he said shaking his head
sadly.
I went back to the toilet, my bladder was still full and it wanted emptying.
It took a long while and a lot of pain to get it empty. I would let a little
dribble out and cringe, then a little more and cringe. Letting it out faster
was just too painful.
My dick ached for the rest of the afternoon, but I did my duty and had no
complaints from the tables.
It had just turned six when Harry told me Charlie wanted me at the main table.
I headed over and stood beside him waiting for him to acknowledge my presence.
"Grab a chair Dink, time for supper." he said.
I sat down in the only empty chair, the one to his left. Not long after I sat
down, Harry brought us all a round of beer. I hated the damned stuff, but
didn't dare say anything. I also knew I had to drink it in long, manly
swallows or Charlie would be all over me. On top of that, it would fill my
bladder and I would have to go through a very painful piss.
Charlie ended up ordering me two rounds and making sure I drank both before he
let Harry finally bring out the dinner. Tonight's fair was roast beef,
potatoes, and mixed veg. It smelt wonderful. I was even given a set of
cutlery. Now if I could only eat it before Charlie managed to get it onto the
floor and kicked around.
I need not have worried. We ate at a leisurely pace and continued the same
discussion that had been going on while we drank the beer. We talked sports,
but I had never heard of any of the teams we talked about.
After the meal was consumed, Harry brought another round of beer. Charlie was
bound, bent and determined that I would suffer to the maximum. We continued to
talk until the glasses were empty. Then Charlie turned to me.
"Dink, you were a real disappointment today. You care too much for your
fucking nuts and not enough for me, your Master. You now owe me another fifteen
hundred. To teach you a lesson, I am going to take that fifteen hundred back
from you by having your nutsack stretched. I am going to take it back at the
rate of one dollar per hour, that means you owe me fifteen hundred hours of nut
stretching time." he said looking at me.
I just swallowed. More pain was all I could think.
"Larry is very good at stretching nut sacks so you will be spending four hours
every evening from now until your debt is paid in full. That's 375 days Dink.
Those nuts should be hangin' pretty low by then." he added with a chuckle.
"Now there is the little matter of neglecting your Master. You really do need
much more training. But I will not except lack of training as an excuse for
neglecting your Master." he said crossly, looking me right in the eye.
"Therefore, you will remove your pouch, your boots, socks and chest straps. Do
it now." he commanded.
Without hesitation I began to strip. What did it matter they had all seen me
naked today anyway. It didn't lessen my humiliation, but it did make it easier
to obey.
It only took a few minutes to strip, but as I was stripping I was wondering what
hell he had in store for me now. I soon found out and it was hellish.
"Now go over and lay across Pete's lap. He is going to spank your bottom. You
have been a very bad boy, Dink and you need a good spanking. He will only use
his hand, but you will find it hurts just as much as a belt. He will give you
20 paced spanks and then 20 fast spanks. I want your fucking ass red. You
are going to learn who your Master is, even if it kills you Dink. Now get over
there." he ordered.
On trembling legs I made my way to Pete. I felt full of shame, a grown man
having to submit to a spanking across another mans knee, in public.
The moment I was across his lap the first spank came. It stung like hell and I
cried out. The second followed shortly after and I cried out again. They were
delivered in a regular rhythm. Spank, 1,2,3, spank,1,2,3,spank. The pain just
kept getting worse with each spank.
Pete was up to the tenth spank when I felt his cock pressing into my belly.
Pete was getting really turned on by this. His cock was throbbing and pushing
up, trying to escape from the tight jeans he was wearing.
By the time he got to 20 I was crying uncontrollably. I guess I better tell
you that although the spanking was hurting, my cock had also risen and was
pushing against Pete's leg. It was almost getting masturbated by his leg,
because when his hand hit my ass I was thrust forward then would move back.
If I though the 20 rhythmic spanks were bad I hadn't felt anything until the 20
fast ones started. The blows came bang, bang, bang, one on top of the other.
My ass felt like it was on fire. My cock was still moving against Pete's leg
and I was really turned on.
Pete's cock was still pushing and pulsing against my belly through his jeans.
He was just coming up on the 18th fast spank when I start to cum.
"Spank my useless ass Pete, spank it hard." I suddenly screamed out.
"Spank me, spank me, spank me. I am a naughty boy. I have failed my Master so
many times. Spank me Pete make this faggot bitch feel it." I just kept
screaming out these insane things as I blew my load all over my belly and Pete's
jeans.
Pete had started to cum as well and he couldn't stop at the 20 any more than I
wanted him to. He kept spanking until we both had drained our nuts. He sat
back exhausted from the effort that was need to do the spanking. I lay limp in
his lap, by ass on fire, but my nuts satisfied.
Charlie brought us both back from that euphoric land we have a tendency to
travel to after blowing a load.
"Get your fucking ass up off Pete's lap you lazy little bastard." Charlie
yelled.
I jumped up quick, my face as red as my ass, I am sure.
"Now what do you say to Pete, Dink." he ordered.
I had to do some quick thinking to figure out what he wanted from me.
Thankfully my wits were about me.
"Thank you Pete, Sir for teaching me a valuable lesson. I shall alway remember
to treat my Master with respect and to bring all my problems to him first in the
future."
Charlie gave me a big smile, which I now understood to mean he was satisfied
with my answer.
"Time for your ball stretching, Dink. Have fun." he said.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir." I said, surprised that tears were still running down
my cheeks.
My dick was burning, that fucking swizzle stick had really done a number on it.
My ass was now burning from the spanking. I was dead tired from all the torment
these people had put me through today. Now I had four hours of nut pain to look
forward to . Oh what a wonderful life I was leading.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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