Tales from the Dungeon

Kurt stirred slightly, opened one eye and then licked his lips. Ron brought his own lips up to Kurt's, opened his mouth slightly and pushed his hot tongue into the mouth of his lover. Kurt's big hairy arms were around him in a flash, pulling him close in a passionate embrace.

As they kissed their cocks pushed and rubbed against each other, turning the two men on even more.

Neither man liked to bottom as they were both solid tops, however in order for their relationship to grow they had both had to submit to each other. To solve the crisis�s that could have destroyed their relationship, they decided that they would alternate days in which each would be the bottom and the top.

Today was Ron's day to be top and he was going to make sure he enjoyed topping this hairy, bear of a man, every chance he got today.

Ron pulled his lips away from Kurt's.

Get your big hairy legs up in the air, boy. Time to get fucked." he smiled.

Before Kurt could respond with a come back, Ron's pushed his lips hard to Kurt's again. Kurt loved to kiss and he just could not resist Ron's soft, velvety lips or hot, roving tongue. He had to forgo making a snide remark, but swore to himself he would make up for it later.

Ron was already on top of Kurt so once Kurt lifted his legs Ron just let his big dick glide down across Kurt's balls and push against his hot rosebud. Ron then sat up, placed his arms around Kurt's legs and brought them in until they were resting on his shoulders. He then leaned forward and pushed his cockhead gently against Kurt's asspussy.

Ron was well turned on and precum was dribbling from his cock. As he moved his cockhead around Kurt's rosebud the precum provided plenty of lubrication. Neither of the men used a lubricating gel when they fucked each other. They had found that their own precum was more than sufficient.

When Ron figured he had enough precum smeared around Kurt's love hole he pushed gently up against the rosebud. He and Kurt had been fucking each other for over a month so Kurt's asspussy was well stretched. Ron's big, purple cock head slid right in and hit Kurt's prostate right away.

Kurt let out a moan of pleasure. Although neither man liked to bottom, both enjoyed the feeling of the other's cock massaging his prostate.

To Kurt's little moans of pleasure, Ron set up a gentle, but steady rhythm. He pushed his cock all the way in, until his balls bounced against Kurt's hairy ass, then he would pull all the way out.

Once they had a good rhythm going, Ron bent over and their lips met again. Ron's fingers found Kurt's nips through that mat of hair and twisted and tweaked them gently. At the same time, the movement of Ron�s humping was massaging Kurt�s big dick. Kurt, as the bottom, was getting much more stimulation than Ron and was enjoying it immensely.

Kurt had to admit that bottoming was really not all that bad. "Perhaps in time I will grow to want it as much as I like to top." he thought to himself.

It didn't take long before both men had climbed Mount Everest and were ready to blow their loads all over the world. Kurt was the first to start releasing. Ron felt Kurt's dick suddenly stiffen then felt the hot juice of his lover splash against his abs. A fraction of a second later he was unloading his own hot juice deep in the bowls of this man he loved so much.

When both were sated, Ron flipped over and lay down beside his lover, panting and wheezing from his recent heavy exercise.

Both men just lay there for a good ten minutes, neither saying a word, both just enjoying the euphoria of a good fuck..

Finally, his breathing returned to normal Ron turned his head and looked at Kurt.

"I don't like that look you have in your eye." Kurt said. "What have you got up your sleeve?

"Me! Nothing." Ron replied with a smirk. "I was just thinking what fun it would be to shave off all that hair you got hanging on your body."

"Yeah, well as long as you are just think, it is not a problem. Just don't go getting any crazy ideas. I can play games too." Kurt said and grabbing his pillow he gave Ron a whomp.

Soon pillow feathers were flying everywhere as Ron grabbed his own pillow.

Ricky was in a deep sleep when Sebastian showed up at the cell at seven the next morning. He had a sheaf of what appeared to be legal papers in his hand. Master's Donald and Kevin accompanied him. They, along with Eric, would witness Ricky's signature on these supposed legal documents.

Sebastian unlocked the padlock and opened the cell door. The three big men entered and walked over to where the boy lay sleeping.

"Ain't he a beauty?" Sebastian asked.

"A babe in the woods." Donald answered.

"You are one lucky Sonofabitch when it comes to snatching fresh meat, Seb." Donald said.

"Has nothing to do with fucking luck." Sebastian retorted.

"This snatch took weeks of planning and research. Before that there was months of searching to find a suitable candidate. I get good fucking meat because I work hard at it."

"Sorry, Seb, I didn't mean anything by that remark, it was my way of paying you a compliment." Donald replied.

"It's ok, I didn't mean to be so touchy Don, guess my ego gets ahead of my common sense sometimes." Sebastian said trying to heal the small rift.

"So you think you are going to get him to give you power of attorney without any trouble, do you?" Kevin asked.

"Just wait till I wake the little cunt up. He will do anything I want. He is scared to death of me." Sebastian said with a bit of pride.

"Well let's get to it, Seb. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you loose the bet." Kevin said impatiently, but with a big smile.

Sebastian bent over the sleeping boy and placed his big right hand around Ricky's throat and began to squeeze.

Ricky came instantly awake. His arms lifted and his hands grasped Sebastian�s arm. He tried to pull Sebastian�s hand from his throat but the harder he tried, the tighter Sebastian gripped his throat.

"Put your fucking hands back down to your sides or I'll crush your fucking neck, Pussy boy." Sebastian growled.

Fully awake now, Ricky remembered where he was and dropped his hands to his sides. Sebastian smiled and released the boys throat.

"That's better, Pussyboy. But you should never have touched me without permission. That is showing disrespect for your Master, you will have to be punished. That will be five lashes with the quirt against your nuts after we have concluded our business." Sebastian said with a smile.

"I am sorry, Sir." Ricky cried out, fear coursing through his body.

"I was asleep and didn't know what I was doing. Please don't punish me, Sir." Ricky begged.

"Pussyboy, there is something you had better learn and learn it right now. You do not question me or beg me not to do something. I do what I want, when I want to do it and you have no options or say in the matter." Sebastian lectured the boy..

"As your Master, it is my responsibility to teach you properly. Punishment is the best teacher I know. For begging me not to give you a punishment, I will increase your punishment to ten lashes, with the quirt, on your nuts." Sebastian smiled.

Ricky was horrified. He could not win, this man was going to continue to torture him no matter what he did or said. How was he ever going to survive this shit, he wondered.

"Now sit up and pay attention, we have some business to attend to." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He sat quietly and waited for Sebastian�s next order.

"You are a thief boy and thieves should not be permitted to walk our streets. Now I want you to tell these gentlemen what you stole from me. Remember, if you don't tell them the truth I will have to give you additional punishment." Sebastian said.

Ricky was in turmoil. The bastard wanted him to tell these guys that he had stolen The Golden Mask, but he hadn't. But if he didn't tell them he stole it he would get his nuts beaten even more then the ten he had coming.

"I stole your Golden Mask and I am sorry." Ricky said, his face red with the shame of having to admit to something he hadn't done.

"Well boy, it shows that you are on the road to recovery when you admit to your faults. I am proud of you boy and as a reward I am going to take back the nut lashes that you have coming." Sebastian said magnanimously.

Ricky looked up in total surprise. He couldn't believe he had heard that. The man must be putting on a show for his friends. He enjoys hurting me too much to have done this out of the goodness of his heart.

"Now my research shows that you have Eight hundred fifty thousand dollars invested through John Michel�s at Gaines Investment House. Your bank account currently has exactly two thousand, seven hundred sixty three dollars and forty-six cents. You have a credit card but it does not have a balance owing. As far as I can determine you are not in debt to anyone. Now is all of this correct?" Sebastian demanded.

Ricky was aghast that this man knew all about his finances. What the hell was he doing snooping around his private affairs.

"I don't think that really is any of your business, Sir." Ricky said respectfully.

"Oh you don't, huh. Well how about twenty more whacks to the nuts.? Would that make it my business?" Sebastian growled.

"Oh my God, what have I done?" Ricky thought.

"I am sorry, Sir." he said quickly. "For just a moment I forgot you were my Master, of course it is your business. Yes, Sir. Everything you said is correct." Ricky blurted hoping to avoid the twenty whacks to his nuts.

"That's better Pussyboy, much better. I am going to forgive you this time, but don't ever forget again." Sebastian snapped.

Ricky breathed a sigh of relief. He would do anything to avoid having his nuts beaten again, anything at all.

"Now, Pussyboy, you have all these resources but have no need for them any more. You were quite well off but turned to thievery. You do not deserve to have all these resources. Therefore I am going to take them away from you." Sebastian said looking Ricky in the eye.

He held up a sheaf of papers.

"This document is a power of attorney. Donald here is a lawyer and a notary public. Donald drafted the document to ensure it would stand up in any court of law once your signature is affixed to it." Sebastian explained.

"In effect it states that you feel you are incompetent to manage your own affairs."

Sebastian picked up another document.

"This is a psychiatric report drafted by Doctor David Stone. He is considered one of the finest psychiatrists in this State. The report shows that you are incapable of managing your own affairs." Sebastian said handing the document to the stunned boy.

"He pulled out another document. This is a psychiatric report drafted by Doctor Alexander Riemstien. This report also indicates you are incapable of managing your own affairs." he said as he handed that document to Ricky as well.

"Both doctors recommend that a suitable guardian be appointed to manage your affairs for you." he smiled.

"I have volunteered to be your guardian and Judge Robert Grayson will issue a court order giving me guardianship, but you must sign this document that you accept me as a trusted friend." Sebastian laughed at that one.

"Finally you are going to sign this document," he held up a thick wad of papers, "which will give me power of attorney in all your affairs."

"Kevin and Eric here are going to witness your signature. Donald is going to certify that all the signatures are authentic and that you were not coerced into signing against your will." Sebastian explained.

"If you refuse to sign at any point I beat your fucking nuts until they are nothing but a bloody pulp. Do you understand, shithead?" Sebastian warned.

"Yes Sir." Ricky responded.

Sebastian then called out to Charlie.

"Have someone bring in the small table, Charlie."

A few moments later Paul, another of the security staff, was at the door. He brought in a small table and set it down in front of Ricky. Sebastian placed the guardianship document on the table first and handed Ricky the pen. He pointed to the appropriate spot and simply said:

"Sign."

Ricky knew he had no choice, sign or get his nuts beaten. He had no doubts that Sebastian would carry out his threat. So he did the only thing he could do under the circumstances, he signed.

Sebastian whipped the signed document away from the boy and placed the Power of Attorney document down. He pointed to the two appropriate places on this document and again said:

"Sign."

Ricky looked up at Sebastian with tears in his eyes. He was effectively signing his life over to this horrible man. Tears blurring his vision, Ricky bent over and signed the document. Then sat up and stared straight ahead. He looked like a man in shock.

Sebastian turned the document around and handed the pen to Eric.

"Eric, you just saw Pussy boy sign the document, did you not?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, Sir." Eric replied.

"Good, then please sign here that you witnessed Pussy boy sign the document." Sebastian asked amiably.

Sebastian then handed the pen to Kevin. Kevin walked over and signed without saying a word. Finally it was Donald's turn. He took the pen, bent over and went to sign, but stopped.

He looked Ricky in the eye then said:

"Say goodbye to freedom for ever, Pussyboy. Once I sign this you become the property of Master Sebastian." he smiled.

Ricky said nothing but another cascade of tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Donald signed the document with a flourish, gave Sebastian the pen back, picked up the power of attorney and stood up.

"There you go Sebastian, the prick is all yours. I will deliver the Guardianship papers to Judge Grayson personally. Do whatever the hell you want to him, he is yours. With this document and the doctors assessments there is not a court anywhere in the US of A that would even listen to this fucker now. As far as the courts are concerned he is crazy as a loon." Donald explained and then began to laugh.

The laugh was contagious, both Kevin and Sebastian joined right in. Eric on the other hand, stood silently to the side and kept his mouth shut.

"Oh, almost forgot. Eric, there will be a special bonus in your pay packet this week. Pussyboy here has very generously agreed to donate five hundred dollars to your beer fund. Thank you for all your help. Kurt is one lucky man to have people like you working for him." Sebastian said, then turned and left the cell; he and the other two laughing all the way up the hall.

Eric went back to the control room.

"Sebastian sure knows how to fuck a kid up, Charlie." Eric said.

"Ya, he can be a real prick." Charlie replied and they both started laughing.

About an hour later Sebastian was back in the cell.

"You did good with the signing, Pussyboy and I reward slaves that do good. You made a couple of slip-ups, but they are to be expected from someone as green as you. But don't slip up again, I may not be as forgiving. Understand?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky replied.

"You will be the star slave at the festivities this evening, Pussyboy. You are perfect for what I have in mind. You will be given orders tonight and you had better obey them instantly or what has gone before will be a picnic compared to what I will do to you."

"I will see you about an hour before tonight�s festivities begin, Pussyboy. Have a good day." Sebastian said then left the cell.

Eric was just outside the cell door as Sebastian was leaving.

"I will leave a full set of instructions for the Pussyboy with Charlie, Eric. Please ensure that they are carried out to the letter." Sebastian instructed.

"Yes, Sir, Master Sebastian. Your orders are always carried out to the letter, Sir." Eric replied.

"Yes, I know, Eric. I have said it before and I will say it again, Kurt is one lucky guy to have you on his staff. I will see you later." Sebastian said and began walking towards the exit.

"Thank you, Sir." Eric replied and entered Ricky's cell.

"How are you making out, boy??" Eric asked.

"He's gone, Eric." Charlie said over the speaker.

"Thanks Charlie." Eric replied.

"Ok, thank you, Eric." Ricky replied.

"We thought he was going to beat your balls." Eric said. "He usually does that to NC�s the morning before the first night of the weekend festivities. Very strange!"

"Well I really don't care how strange it is." Ricky replied. "I am just happy he didn't."

"Yeah, I guess you are." Eric replied with a smile.

"Eric, you better come into the control room and have a look at these instructions Sebastian left. You are not going to believe it." Charlie's voice echoed through the cell.

"Oh, shit, Pussyboy I sure hope this is not bad news." Eric said as he turned and headed for the door.

"Your not pissing me with this, are you Charlie?" Eric asked with some consternation after he read the instructions. "He really did give you this list of instructions?"

"No shittin', Eric." Charlie replied. "He gave me that list."

"Ok, better get Paul, Ernie and David on standby. Pussyboy may have been through hell, but he is one strong boy if he decides to make a run for it. I know I would never be able to stop him." Eric said, still disbelieving what he had just read.

"Right." Charlie replied picking up the phone.

While Charlie made arrangements for tightened security, Eric made his way back to the cell to give Ricky the news he had just read.

Ricky was lying on the examination table. Although this was similar to a doctors examining table, it was very comfortable. Ricky had closed his eyes and was thanking his God for having spared him his balls.

Ricky sat up when he heard the cell door open.

"Well Pussyboy, you ain't going to believe this, but your Master has ordered all kinds of good things for you today. To start, you may order whatever you like for breakfast and you may have as much as you like." Eric said with a big smile.

Ricky's head jerked up at that.

"Really." he asked almost in shock.

"Yeah." Eric replied with a big grin. "Shit Charlie and I had trouble believing it as well, but it is true. So what the fuck would you like to eat this morning, Pussyboy?"

Ricky was starved and ordered a huge breakfast. In less than twenty minutes the breakfast was brought to his cell and set up on the same little table that had been used when Ricky signed those papers.

Ricky had never in his life been so hungry. He ate every crumb and drank every drop of everything he had ordered. After filling his belly with good food, Ricky felt a hundred percent better than he had when he woke up this morning.

"Now the next part of the good news, Pussyboy." Eric said after Ricky had eaten. "For the rest of the day, Master Sebastian has given orders that we are to pamper you. First it is off to the massage room where you will receive a deep massage by one of our very best masseuses. Then it is off to the whirlpool to let your body and soul just relax. Then off to the gym for a little exercise of your choosing and that may include a game if you like."

"After the gym it will be time for lunch. You will take lunch in your cell but may order whatever you like to eat." Eric continued.

"After lunch it is off to the pool. You will be permitted two hours in the pool if you want it. But at two o'clock we must bring you back here so that you may have a two-hour nap before it is time to get ready for tonight�s events. How does all that sound?"

Ricky couldn't believe all that he heard. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

"It sounds great, Eric. Will you be accompanying me?" Ricky asked.

"Most definitely, Pussyboy. Now I must also warn you that Master Sebastian left instructions that should you try anything that even remotely looks like it might be an attempt to escape, he is to be called. We are to place you in bondage and hang you up side down. He doesn't say what he will do, but I think we both can guess." Eric warned.

"I understand, Eric." Ricky replied. "I won't try anything stupid, I promise."

Well Ricky ended up having a great day. At five thirty Eric arrived back at the cell to wake him up from his nap.

"Wake up, Pussyboy." he said shaking Ricky's shoulder. "Time to order dinner."

Again Ricky was permitted to order whatever he liked for his dinner. After he had eaten, two men he had never met before arrived to give him an enema. They entered the cell pushing a large table similar to the one he had used for a bed. This one however had stirrups and a couple of stainless steel poles attached to It.

"You have to be clean inside for tonight�s events." one of the men explained.

"Some of the Master's can get pretty pissed off it they get a slaves shit on their cocks." he said and laughed uproariously.

Ricky had never had an enema before. He had heard some scare stories about them and so naturally was very nervous as the men went about preparing him.

"Ok, boy get yourself over here and lay back on this gurney. Place your feet up in the stirrups and keep them there. If at anytime during the procedure you remove your feet from the stirrups we will start strapping you to the table. Understood?" he asked.

"Yes, I understand." Ricky replied nervously.

"Good. Now relax, boy. It is not all that bad an experience. You may get some severe cramping during the soap phase but we will be here to help you through it. If it makes you feel better knowing, let me tell you that all the regular slaves have this done everyday. It is a part of their regular hygiene program. Ok?" he said with a smile.

"Yeah, ok." Ricky replied but he was still dubious.

Once he was on the table laying back with his feet in the stirrups, one of the men approached with a black tubular object about eight inches long.

"This is the piece that goes into your bowel, boy. See how smooth it is. Designed to slide right in with no pain or discomfort. See all these little holes along the sides?" he asked, pointing to the holes.

"Well they spray the soapy water all around the bowel. This dislodges all the crap and corruption that has a tendency to stick there. When and if you get cramping it is this crap pulling away from the walls that causes the pain. We help you overcome it by rubbing your stomach during the process." he explained.

"A hose connects to this end of the nozzle and delivers the soapy water. The enema fluid is just normal dish washing soap and warm water. You will get approximately two quarts and will be required to hold it inside for a minimum of five minutes. That is probably the hardest part of having an enema, boy. You will want to shit it out the moment it starts to enter but you must hold it. Your Master would not be very happy with you if you were to release it before the appropriate time." he explained.

"Ok, enough explanations. I am going to insert the nozzle and connect the hose. The other end of the hose will be connected to a good old-fashioned hot water bottle, which will be hung on this hook. You will be able to watch the fluid flow down the tube." he explained as he inserted the nozzle and connected the hose.

His partner then hung up a red hot water bottle and he attached the other end of the hose to it. There was a little valve at the point where he attached it to the hot water bottle.

"Are you ready, boy?" he asked.

"Yes." Ricky replied although he would prefer this not take place at all.

The man turned the little valve and Ricky watched as the water began to flow down the tube. Suddenly he felt a very warm sensation in his bowels. It was not painful, it was not uncomfortable, and in fact it felt down right pleasant. He relaxed instantly and just enjoyed the feeling of that warmth filling his bowels.

Less than a minute later that beautiful warmth turned to hateful misery. His bowels were filling up and he suddenly had to have a dump. He remembered the words the man had spoken about how unhappy his Master would be if he dumped before the appropriate time. He now had to force his entire concentration on not dumping.

The more he tried to hold it the more insistent his bowels became that they should be emptied. Sweat began to break out along his forehead. How in hell was he ever going to be able to hold this in for the whole five minutes the man had told him he had to hold it.

His need to dump became more and more insistent. Every ounce of his concentration was now focused on keeping his sphincter closed. Then the first cramp hit and he almost lost the little control that he did have.

"Ahhhh!" he cried out as the cramp raced through his gut.

The two men were busy rubbing gently on his stomach trying to ease the cramping as best they could.

"Hold on Pussyboy. Hold on." they encouraged him. "We are right here with you. You can do it, boy. You can do it. Just hold on a little longer and then you can let it go."

He heard them and was encouraged. He redoubled his efforts to keep his sphincter closed. It now became a contest between him and his sphincter and he was bound bent and determined that his sphincter was not going to win.

Even as the cramps rumbled through his body, Ricky held that sphincter closed. But Ricky was becoming a desperate man. He was covered in a cold, wet sweat. Sweat had dribbled into his eyes, blurring his vision. One of the men went and got a warm rag to wipe his face. He thanked the man, then cried out in pain as another cramp hit.

"Just thirty seconds more, Pussyboy. Just thirty seconds more. Hold on, you can do it." the men encourage.

One of the men walked away from Ricky�s side and went down between his legs.

"Ok, boy, time is up. Now I am going to pull out the nozzle, but you must keep your sphincter closed until I can get the drain pail into position. Can you do that, boy?" he asked.

"Yes, I thinks so, but please make it quick." Ricky gasped through gritted teeth as he fought to keep his sphincter closed.

The nozzle was pulled out quickly and Ricky almost lost control. His entire being was now focused on just keeping the sphincter closed.

"Please hurry and get that pail in place," he thought to himself, not daring to speak out loud in case he loose control.

"Oh, shit!" the man down between his legs suddenly said. "Wrong fucking pail. I have to go back to the storeroom to get the right one. Hold on there, Pussyboy. I will be right back."

"Oh, fuck no." Ricky thought to himself, "Please hurry."

"I think I better go help him, we will get it much quicker that way." the other man said and then he just left.

"Wait! Wait! Don't leave me!" Ricky wanted to yell but didn't dare do anything but concentrate on keeping his sphincter closed. The last thing in the world he wanted now was to have Sebastian pissed off at him for dumping before the men gave him the ok.

The minutes seemed to be slipping by at a fantastic rate.

"Where the fuck are they?" Ricky was crying in his head. "Oh, shit, hurry. I can not hold this much fucking longer."

Little did Ricky know that the men were just standing outside the cell, waiting for Master Sebastian to give them the ok to go back in and let the Pussyboy dump. Sebastian was enjoying himself. He had given the little prick a nice easy day. He wanted to see if the lessons of yesterday were still holding strong and it sure as hell looked like it.

Finally he was satisfied that Ricky really was trying his best, so he taped one of the men on the shoulder then nodded. They hurried back in and made up a phony excuse as one of them held the bucket up against Ricky's ass.

"Ok, boy. Let'er rip." he said.

Ricky didn't have to be told twice. It took quite a bit longer to get his bowel emptied then he thought it would. As well, his bowel felt fucking awful. How the fuck could a man put up with having this done to him every day, he wondered. He hoped he would never, ever have to have another one. It was at that exact moment that they gave him the bad news.

"Hey, you did a great job of holding it, boy. Now we are going to set up the rinse." one of the men said.

"The rinse?" Ricky asked in surprise. "What rinse?"

"Oh, didn't you know, boy. We have to fill you up with clean fresh water now. No soap." he explained with a smile.

"Oh shit, do you really have to?" Ricky asked in alarm.

"Absolutely!" the man answered. "You have to have two complete rinses to get all of the soap and any last bits of crude."

"I don't think I can hold it again." Ricky said in fear.

"Ah, don't worry, boy. You don't have to hold it this time. Once it is in we will let you push it right out. It will be the same with the second rinse. Ok?" he asked.

"Ok." Ricky answered doubtfully.

The first rinse was almost all in when Master Sebastian decided to make an appearance.

"Well, well, Pussyboy. How was your day?" he asked in an amiable voice, a big smile on his face.

"Very good, Sir. Thank you." Ricky replied politely.

"See boy, if you behave and obey you get treated very well. Being a cum dump slave is really not all that bad a life. You really will come to love it." he smiled.

"Yes, Sir." Ricky answered trying to sound convincing, but thinking, "In your fucking dreams asshole."

"Do you want to please me, Pussyboy?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes, Sir. In any way I can, Sir." Ricky answered quickly hoping that a quick answer would save him from any further trouble.

"Good boy." he smiled.

"Freddy pull out that nozzle once the rinse is in." Sebastian ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Freddy, one of the men, answered.

The last of the rinse water entered Ricky's bowel and Freddy pulled the nozzle and stood waiting for further orders.

"Now Pussyboy, if you really would like to please me get up off the table and come stand in front of me." Sebastian said sweetly.

Ricky's bowels were full of the warm first rinse. He was busy trying to keep his sphincter closed when Sebastian made that devilish request. How the fuck was he ever going to be able to get up off this table, never mind standing up, while trying to hold his sphincter closed.

He could see that Sebastian was getting an impatient look on his face and he knew he had to either fulfill the request or take something worse. He decided very quickly that holding his sphincter closed would be much easier than whatever Sebastian had in mind.

He lowered his legs from the stirrups carefully. Then he tried to sit up. His bowels and his sphincter protested forcefully. Ricky felt a severe cramp starting to move across his mid section. But at the same moment he thought of the pain that a quirt can exert on bare balls and he ignored the minor stomach cramp.

He really didn't know how he managed but he got himself off of the table and managed to waddle over to Sebastian.

"Good boy." Sebastian praised him. "You do have the strength of mind over matter, boy, if only you care to use it."

"Now let us just test how much strength you really do have. It would make me very happy to see you jumping up and down on the spot. Begin boy." Sebastian ordered.

"Oh fuck noooo" Ricky screamed in his tortured brain. "I can't fucking do it"

Well it may be what he was telling himself, but what he was doing was a whole different story.

He had begun to jump up and down as soon as Sebastian commanded it. He was in a world of extreme discomfort, but he did it. The most difficult part was holding the sphincter closed. His stomach and bowels protested by sending through a few cramps, but they were nowhere near as bad as those he experienced during the soap phase. And they were just tickles, he was sure, compared to having a quirt beat on your nuts. So he jumped.

Sebastian could see the extreme discomfort on Ricky's young face and it made him feel great to know that the kid would continue jumping, no matter how uncomfortable he was, until he, Master Sebastian, gave him permission to stop.

He kept Ricky jumping for a good five minutes and then gave him the ok to stop.

"How do you feel, boy?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I feel fine, Master." Ricky lied.

"Good boy." Sebastian beamed.

"Would you like to empty your bowels now?" he asked.

"If it pleases you to have me empty my bowels, then yes, Sir, I would like to empty them." Ricky replied.

Those were all the words that Sebastian needed to hear. He positively beamed from ear to ear.

"Get down on your knees, bend over and kiss each of my boots, then you may get up and walk to the toilet and empty your bowels." Sebastian ordered.

Ricky dropped to his knees, bent over and kissed each of Sebastian�s boots, he then got up and walked to the toilet in the corner of his cell. He sat down and gratefully released the water from his bowels.

Sebastian didn't wait for him to finish. Happy as a pig in shit he left the cell. "Yes indeed this would be a fantastic evening." he thought to himself.

"Hey, man." Freddy congratulated. "Not that many guys can do what you just did. Even guys that get enemas everyday might not be able to do that. You have really pleased Master Sebastian. He was positively walking on air when he left the cell."

Ricky looked at him but didn't say anything for about thirty seconds.

"Walking on air, huh! Well let's hope he falls off and breaks his fucking neck." Ricky finally said.

Both of the men broke out into hysterical laughter. Freddy thought that was the funniest line he had ever heard. Ricky didn't laugh though, he had meant every word. It was just lucky for him that the mic to the cell was not on at that moment. Master Sebastian was standing in the control room telling Charlie that he had found a champion slave this time. Poor Ricky would have lost his balls for sure if Master Sebastian had heard that comment.

After the enema Ricky was permitted another hour alone. Then Eric arrived to get him dressed for, The Dungeon.

The first item was a pair of latex boots with tops that reached all the way to the hip. The material was skin tight and hugged Ricky's legs just like a second skin. Next a black leather, upper body harness was tightened into place.

The final piece of apparel was a black, soft, silk Thong. Ricky's dick and balls felt so warm and cozy in the material. He couldn't believe how sexy it felt. He couldn't see himself, there were no mirrors in the cells, but he imagined he would probably look pretty sexy to the gay guys that were going to be using him this evening.

"Well that's it, boy." Eric said. "It really won't be all that bad. They will have a lot of fun with you, but they really won't hurt you, at least nothing like Master Sebastian did yesterday. The worst that you can expect would be a good ass warming. Some of the Master's are really into heating up a boys ass before he screws him."

"I know you�re not Gay, boy, but if you go with the flow, you will probably end up enjoying yourself. It really can be a lot of fun if you don't fight it. Ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Thanks Eric, you are a real friend. I will take your advice and try to go with the flow." Ricky said weakly.

He really wanted to believe that he could enjoy the evening, but didn't believe it for one second.

It was another hour before Master Sebastian arrived to let him know the show was about to begin and to spring another surprise and shock on the boy.

After checking Ricky out to make sure he was dressed exactly right he patted Ricky on the back and told him he would be the hit of the night.

"Ok, Eric, bring it in." He called out.

Eric entered the cell and in his arms he was carrying, The Golden Mask.

To be continued.

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