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First S&M Scene - Part 2
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* PART II - "THE NEXT DAY" - ORIGINAL FICTION BY TERRY *
* (C) Copyright 1987 by Terry Nelson *
* Please use only with Permission *
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As I wavered between sleep and consciousness, I was faintly aware of
some discomfort. It all blended into a dream like state, and I tried
to drift back to sleep. Then memories of the previous night started to
slip in. Was I in my own bed? Had this all been a dream, or did it
really happen? When I figured out my arms were anchored over my head,
and my legs were spread wide, the harsh reality swept over me like a
cold wind. I tried to look around, but the room was completely dark.
Was it still nighttime? As my body began to wake up, I could feel that
my formerly tight ass hole felt sore and stretched. My arms and legs
were sore, especially my wrists. It wasn't a dream...
After just laying there for some time, I realized that part of my
discomfort was due to having to take a nasty dump. My gut ached, and I
could feel the pressure at my worn hole. I also had to piss again. I
called out. "Tom, can you hear me?" Was he asleep, was it even
morning? I continued to call out, my voice rough and groggy. "I
really have to use the bathroom!" Finally I could hear footsteps. He
flipped on a light. Tom stepped in wearing just a studded leather
jock, and stood by the bed. "Well, did my boy have a nice sleep?" He
questioned.
"Yes... I think so... what time is it?" I asked.
"You let me worry about the time. I thought you wanted to use the
bathroom, or were you just trying to get my attention?"
"No Sir, I mean yes Sir, please, Sir, I need to use it BAD!
"You're not going to try something stupid are you? There's nowhere for
you to go, you're naked, I have your clothes, and a good bottom always
keeps his word--you're mine for the weekend!"
"Yes, Sir, I won't try to get away, if that's what you're worried
about. I just want to use the bathroom, and perhaps take a shower if
that's alright..."
"I think that can be arranged, but are you sure you're ready for MY
bathroom?" He had a nasty smile on his face.
"I think so Sir, I just need it for a few minutes" The pressure in my
bladder and gut was killing me the more I thought about relief. Still
smiling, Tom reached down, and removed the cuffs from my wrists and
ankles--it felt good. My cock was hard from having to piss so badly,
and my body was stiff and sore. He helped me get up. Once I could
balance on my own feet, he led me over to his toy area. He selected a
pair of heavy rubber wrist restraints and fastened them around my
wrists. I was confused. "You just took the other cuffs off. Why
these?" I questioned.I
"You sure make a lot of fuss for a bottom!" He replied.
"It's just that I have to go bad and I can't if you tie me up!"
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"Just trust me, and shut up or I'll have to gag you again!"
Next he fastened the cuffs together behind my back. He buckled a heavy
rubber collar around my neck. He opened a drawer, and I could see
several black rubber items. He selected what looked like a small hood.
As he worked it over my head I figured out it was a half hood. It
covered my eyes, ears, and the back of my head, but my nose and mouth
were left exposed. Now I was in total darkness--panic set in with
memories of the last night.
He led me out of the playroom and down a hall that I bumped into
several times. We went down some stairs, which isn't easy when you're
blindfolded. Now I know what blind people have to go through! I could
feel cold air on my naked flesh, and I guessed we were in his basement.
Did he have another playroom down here? Worse, was it a dungeon? He
let go of me, and I waited. Why all the rubber bondage gear? What was
wrong with the leather cuffs I was wearing? As my still sleepy mind
formed the thoughts, I felt a cold sweat break out over my skin. Was
he planning on water sports? Was he going to piss on me, and who knows
what else? The pressure in my gut forced me to think about more
immediate problems. "Sir, I really have to use the bathroom, or I'm
going to make a mess!"
"You don't listen very well do you! I told you to shut the fuck up! I
heard a door open, and felt a rush of warm air. In a few moments, I
felt a rubber ball being pressed against my mouth, I resisted. "Open
your damn mouth like a good little boy." I tried to plead with him
through clenched teeth. He grabbed my sore nipple and twisted it, I
screamed, and the ball gag popped in. He fastened it around my head in
a flash. The straps were cutting into the edges of my mouth. "There,
now you can try to babble all you want!" His voice sounded stern.
He grabbed my hard cock, and pulled me forward, I moaned into the gag
and followed. He led me through a door into a much warmer area. The
floor felt like tile, and the place smelled of bleach. It was quite
warm. I figured we were in the bathroom, and I could barely control
myself. Next, he was guiding me around, and then told me to sit down.
I felt the familiar contact of a toilet seat and was relieved. My cock
was semi-hard and with my hands behind my back I couldn't push it
between my legs. I moaned into the gag, but Tom didn't respond. I
couldn't hold back any longer and let loose. I was pissing all over my
chest and lap, and I could hear it hit the floor, but it felt so good!
The pent up load in my ass came next, and my hole felt raw from the
night before, but it was great to empty my gut!
I heard the sound of fans, and felt a cold draft. I had finished, and
I could smell my own piss all over my body. Next I heard what sounded
like a shower being turned on. I thought of how nice it would be to
take a shower right now. My body was sticky with sweat, piss and
grime. I jumped when a stream of warm water splashed across my chest!
I stood up and Tom grabbed one of my arms and pushed me a few steps
away from the shitter.
"I'll have to wash you down now that you made such a mess." He
directed the spray all over my body, and scrubbed my ass crack. He
turned the water off, and I was still warm, even though I was soaking
wet. He wiped me off with a towel and played with my cock until it was
hard. He guided me up against some kind of padded object that was
about waist height. I was pushed forward until I thought I would fall,
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but ended up with my gut supporting most of my weight on a padded
surface. A chain was clipped to my collar, so I could not lift my
head. Next, he attached cuffs around my ankles, and I could sense the
familiar feel of the spreader bar between them.
My heart sunk into my stomach when he pulled the half hood off. We
were in a fairly large room that looked like a cross between a small
operating room and a giant shower. The floor was covered in white
tile, while the walls and ceiling were covered in a combination of tile
and mirrored areas. Soft red heat lamps were mounted all over the
ceiling, and the room was bathed in a reddish warm light. Tom was now
completely naked, and his impressive cock and balls hung heavy between
his legs.
There was a toilet in one corner, and a large sink along one wall, but
that's about all that was normal. There was a shower area in the
corner with four shower heads! There was one regular one mounted near
the corner on each wall, and two removable ones, each with a long hose.
I could see in the mirrors that I was lying sideways across a bondage
table similar to the one I had been tied to the night before, except it
had a large pivot in the middle. It was obvious that a person could be
strapped in while standing up, then rotated so they were horizontal, or
rotated further so they were upside down--their head down, and their
ass high in the air! My neck was chained to the bottom of the bench.
I turned my head and could see enema equipment everywhere!
There were huge colon tubes hanging on the walls, large stainless steel
cans with tubes attached to the bottom, inflatable nozzles of all
shapes and sizes, huge enema bags, butt plugs of all kinds, and tubes
everywhere! Near the foot of the bondage table, there was a floor
drain. There were also a few cabinets with who knows what in them! I
noticed a regular garden hose and faucet. I hoped it was only for
cleanup! What had I gotten myself into?!
"Do you like what you see?" He was pulling down on my member, making
it even harder. I just moaned into the gag, not sure of what to do.
"I said, do you like what you see!?" He twisted hard on my cock, and I
whimpered in pain. I nodded my head yes. He walked to the sink, and
started running water. He pulled a large black enema bag down from the
wall, and filled the bag to the top with water. "This is a bit warm,
and you might sweat a little, but we need to clean out that ass of
yours!" He walked around behind me, and I could see him hang the bag
near the ceiling. Next, he held the nozzle in front of my face and
showed me the bulbous end. "This will only help keep it in your ass.
If you can't hold it all, I have other ways to keep it in."
The nozzle was warm and smooth as he slid it up my ass. I moaned into
my gag. I heard the clamp click open, and felt the first rush of air
and liquid shoot into my ass. It was hot! The flow continued, and he
was working the nozzle around in my ass. After a bit, the cramps
started, and I moaned into the gag. "Getting full there? This bag's
not empty yet!" I moaned again as the pain increased. "Just be a good
bottom and take some more..."
My gut clenched up, and I heard a shot of water squirt out of my ass
and hit the floor. Tom started laughing, and he shut the clamp. "Just
can't hold very much yet, can you?" Hold much! Was he kidding, it
felt like I had two gallons up my gut He undid the neck chain, and led
me back to the shitter. He attached the short chain from my collar to
an eye bolt just behind the toilet. The water shot out of my ass with
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incredible force. I thought it would never end! Tom left the room,
and I was alone for a long time. After the final squirts from my ass,
I tried to get up, but between the neck chain, my hands behind my back,
and the spreader bar, I just couldn't do it.
He returned, and led me over to the shower area, and attached a chain
from each wall to my collar. He attached a rubber strap to my balls,
and tied it to a chain attached to the bench. My balls were stretched
away from the shower area, but my head was anchored in place. My legs
were still spread wide by the spreader bar, and I couldn't move without
exerting painful pressure on my balls! My cock was rock hard again.
He turned on both controls and adjusted the upper heads to keep the
spray off my face. He began soaping my body, and running his hands
over my firm pecs, arms, and ass. He worked a finger up my hole, and
played with it. He soaped down my entire crotch region. When he
started rinsing with one of the removable shower heads, he adjusted it
for a powerful pulsating stream. He would occasionally direct strong
blasts on my cock, stretched balls, or between my cheeks onto my tender
hole. Finally, he washed and rinsed my hair. He dried me off with a
towel, and unhooked my hands, removed the collar and unhooked my balls
from the chain.
"Now that your clean, we can have some REAL fun!" He led me to the
bondage table again, but this time he had me lie down on it, instead of
over it. He fastened my arms down to the table, and strapped my torso
down with wide rubber straps. My head was tipped back and strapped
into a cutout at the end of the table. I couldn't see him directly any
more, only in the mirrors on the wall. He removed the spreader bar,
and attached my cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling. I looked
into the ceiling mirrors, and could see my naked form stretched out on
the table. My cock was arched up against my tight abs, and it looked
bright red under the heat lamps. I was scared, yet really turned-on!
Tom moved to the side, and pulled a large pin out of the table. He did
the same on the other side, and I felt myself being lowered. When my
head was a few inches from the floor with my body at a 45 degree angle,
he replaced the pins, and adjusted my legs so the chains held them
straight up and wide apart. My ass was exposed, and I could feel the
heat from the lamps on my hole. Tom tied my balls to a hook overhead,
and I moaned in pain around the gag. "Is my boy toy ready for another
enema?" I couldn't nod or anything. "Perhaps if he can take it all,
he'll get to suck on this as a reward!" He stroked his large cock.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tom run steaming hot water
into the black enema bag. It looked way too hot to me and I began to
panic. I struggled against the bonds and moaned into the gag. "What's
the matter with you?" Tom looked at me. "Don't want another enema?
Well you don't have any choice!" With that, he hung the partially
filled bag above me and left the room. Good, I thought, perhaps he's
going to let it cool down.
When he returned, he had a 40 ounce bottle of Ranier Ale in his hand.
He unscrewed the cap, and I heard the pressure escape. "This is better
than soap any day! It has lot's of little bubbles that make things
more interesting." He poured the entire bottle into the bag above me.
I had never had anything but plain water up my ass--this was going to
be interesting! At least the ale would cool the water down.
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He pulled one of the inflatable nozzles down from the wall. After
attaching two black bulbs, he blew up each balloon. He held the thing
down by my face, and I couldn't believe how large the balloons were!
They must have been at least three or four inches across! He let the
air out until the balloons were only an inch or so in diameter, and I
felt the thing at my hole. After the thing was lodged up my ass, he
started to blow it up. He blew up each one until I thought my ass
would burst! It felt like what I had imagined a fist would feel like
up my ass.
He snapped some light tit clamps on my nipples, and let the hose clamp
loose. As the water/ale mixture filled my gut, I felt a warmth spread
throughout my body. I could also feel a stinging sensation in my ass.
Was it the ale or the heat of the water? Just as the cramps started,
my head was buzzing from the ale. I couldn't believe how fast I was
getting drunk! I was moaning into the gag, and he responded by
stroking my cock, and rubbing my taut balls. I was very close to
shooting my load, when he stopped the stroking. The stuff continued to
fill my gut, and the cramps were getting unbearable. I struggled
against my bonds and screamed into the gag.
He went to a cabinet and returned with an ace bandage. He tied the
bandage around my head under my nose and over my gag. My cries grew
more muffled as he wrapped several layers over my mouth. Next he got a
familiar brown bottle, and an eye dropper. He dipped the dropper into
the bottle and let one drop fall right below my nose onto the bandage.
The amyl fumes quickly took me off into another world. The pain of the
enema turned to wild pleasure as he resumed playing with my cock.
"How's my stud doing now? Feeling better? Only a little more to go
and you'll have nearly a gallon up that ass of yours!"
As the amyl wore off, I was again aware of the cramps and pressure.
How long did I have to endure this? The last of the mixture had long
since run into my upturned ass, but he still continued to keep my cock
on the edge of shooting its load. My mind was fuzzy from the ale, and
my body felt warm and flushed. I could see in the mirrors that my gut
was sticking out like a fat man's. I tried to moan loudly, but the
bandage stifled my cries. Tom added another drop of amyl to the
bandage, and disconnected the bag from the nozzle. He lowered my legs,
unhooked my balls, and tilted the table back to the horizontal
position. Through it, my mind was swimming in the popper haze, and
combined with the ale, it was like I was off in another world. The
cramps died down, and I was only aware of the pressure in my gut.
"Are you going to be a good little bottom if I remove your gag?" I
couldn't respond except by trying to say yes. He started unwrapping
the bandage from my head. When the bandage was off, he unstrapped my
head so he could unbuckle the gag. "Thank you Sir!" I said, straining
from the pain in my tits, balls, and ass. It felt good to be able to
speak again.
"I think you're learning! How would you like a little of this?" He
was stroking his cock, and it was growing long and thick! "Yes Sir!
Please let me suck your cock!" I was hot, and his cock looked so
tempting. He fastened my head back down over the end of the table, and
rolled a rubber over his eight incher. He held just the tip to my
lips. I reached out with my tongue and licked at the head. "I hope
you can keep your teeth off it!"
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"Yes Sir, I'll do my best!" I resumed my tongue work. He started to
work the thing into my mouth, and I was surprised at how thick and
massive it was! He reached over my chest and started playing with the
tit clamps. It was all I could do at times to keep from biting down on
his cock in pain. He held the bottle near nose, and I inhaled deeply.
I floated off again, looking at his balls only an inch or so from my
face. He twisted harder on my tits. The whole thing went on for what
seemed like forever! After four or five hits of poppers, and with the
ale in my gut, I was lost in another world. Finally he shoved his cock
deep into my throat making me choke and gag. His whole body convulsed
and I could feel the blasts of cum fill the rubber. He pulled hard on
my nipples and buried his crotch in my face.
After he had pulled his cock out, and I had regained my breath, he
spoke. "Well, that wasn't bad for a novice! How would you like to get
rid of that load in your gut?"
"Oh yes, Sir, please let me use the toilet again! I enjoyed sucking
your cock!" My speech was slurred from the ale.
"Well, if we let this one out, I'll just have to give you another..but
if that's what you want well have to do something about that mouth of
yours..." He sounded sarcastic.
He pulled a rubber hood down from the wall. This one had a built in
rubber gag. He also had two foam ear plugs. "Please Sir, don't do
that to me again!" I like to be able to see your hot body!" I hoped I
could convince him--I didn't want the hood.
"You've seen enough for now..."
He rolled up the ear plugs and inserted them in each ear. Next he
unstrapped my head, and worked the hood down over my wet hair. He
managed to get the gag between my teeth. I could breath again when he
arranged the nose hole properly. Like the previous night, I was in a
world of darkness and silence. I felt the straps replaced over my
forehead, and was worried he wasn't going to let me relieve myself
after all.
Next, I was aware of the table being tilted forward. He adjusted my
legs so that it felt like I was doubled up in a V shape. My head and
legs up, and my ass at the bottom. Next, I felt the outer balloon
shrinking, then the inner one. Without even trying, a blast of water
shot out of my ass even before the inner balloon was empty. He was
letting me dump all over the floor! God it felt good to get rid of all
that fluid! After several minutes, he wiped my ass clean, and I felt
the table being tilted again the other way. Soon I had my ass in the
air, with my head filling with blood.
The next sensation was a large object penetrating my hole. It was
slippery, and he must have lubed it up. It didn't know if it was a
dildo or some kind of nozzle. He fucked me with it and played with my
cock until I was ready to shoot. Then he stopped. He left the object
up my ass, but I felt nothing else. Was he even still in the room? I
strained to hear anything but couldn't.
After a long while, I felt him pull whatever it was out of my ass, and
I felt an even larger object replace it. This was definitely a butt
plug, and from the pain, it felt like one of the ones that was three
inches across! I screamed into the gag as the widest part slipped past
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my sphincter. Next, I felt fluid filling my ass again--the butt plug
must have also been a nozzle! This time it was near body temperature,
as I could barely feel it filling my gut. The flow continued, and Tom
started playing with my still hard cock and stretched balls. When the
cramps started, I moaned in pain, and felt something being placed on my
face. Soon the familiar odor entered my nostrils, and the cramps
turned to pleasure once again as the amyl fumes filtered into my head.
Long after I thought I couldn't hold another drop, I felt the flow
stop, and Tom was doing something with the butt plug. There was a
pause, and then a paddle came down hard on my ass! I screamed out in
pain. Again and again, he hit my ass, also hitting the butt plug! He
must have disconnected the hose, leaving some kind of fitting sticking
out. Each time he would hit me, I would sink a little further down in
my bonds and feel the pull increase on my balls. This was hell! He
would stop occasionally to apply another drop of amyl and stoke my
cock.
After several minutes of spanking, he started spanking me and stroking
my cock at the same time! Between the pain in my tits, my balls, my
ass, and my gut, I was beside myself! The poppers and buzz from the
ale were keeping me floating high, and I became detached from the
scene. I could see my tight body strapped to the bench--head near the
floor, and ass high in the air. Tits clamped and tied off overhead...
Balls stretched in their sac by a rubber strap, and pulled upward by a
chain... Legs straining and spread wide... Ass exposed and bright red
from the spanking... Large butt plug stuffed up my hole holding a huge
amount of water in my gut... It was all too hot.
He undid the nipple clamps, and I exploded! I could feel my own cum
splatter onto the hood! I saw white flashes in the darkness, and my
head was pounding with each heartbeat. Each time my body would spasm
in orgasm, the load in my ass would try to escape from around the giant
plug. I didn't know or care if I was leaking all over the floor. I
very nearly passed out from the mix of pleasure/pain!
When things had calmed down, I felt table being rotated again. When I
was again doubled up in a "V", the plug was pulled from my ass. I
screamed into the hood when the wide part slipped free. A gush
followed, and my gut cramped as my ass emptied. Tom unhooked my balls,
and undid the strap around them. He let my legs down, and undid the
straps holding me to the table. He helped my to my feet. He removed
the hood, and stood smiling at me. "Well, are you ready for round
three?" He asked.
"No Sir! I'm wiped out!" My head was still pounding.
"Well, you like you could use a break, how about another shower?"
"Yes, that would be great!" I stood there smiling, still not quite
aware of all my surroundings.
He went over and turned on all four shower heads. He invited me to
join him. He massaged my back and shoulders as the warm spray tingled
on my body. He soaped my back, chest, ass, and crotch and washed each
area. I dipped my head into the spray, and got my hair wet again.
After a nice long shower, I felt much better. "How about some dinner?"
He was smiling again.
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"You mean it's dinner time?" I had really lost track of time! What
time did I wake up? How long had I been in here? This was weird!
"What time is it?" I asked hoping for an answer.
"Oh...I guess around six...You up for some food?"
"Sure! I was suddenly hungry both from not eating and from the enemas
having cleaned me out.
He led me out of the "bathroom" and upstairs into his kitchen. It was
a nice house, and it was obvious that this guy had a decent income. I
had a seat while he worked in the kitchen. "Well, after we eat, it's
up to you if you want to stay the night again. Believe me, I
understand if you'd rather I take you back to your car tonight. But if
you stay, be prepared for more of the same tomorrow!" He had a serious
expression on his face.
I thought about it. I was tired, and very sore. I didn't know if my
ass and body could take anymore abuse for a while. I finally asked:
"Could I go back in the morning?"
"I think that can be arranged, but you'll have to sleep like you did
last night..."
This guy didn't play games. He was really into bondage, and it was
obvious he didn't want a casual relationship. I didn't really want to
go anywhere tonight, so I figured why not? "Sure, I'll go for that!"
I replied, trying to sound confident.
"Good, perhaps we can have a little fun after dinner..." He had that
smile on his face again...
THE END OF PART II - THE NEXT DAY - BY TERRY
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