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SAIL AWAY CHAPTER  TWENTY-  ONE


I slept well this time. I didn't have any bad dreams nor did I wake during 
the  night. I did however dream; dreams which I would rather not talk  about.

The sound of other slaves waking up around me is what stirred me from my 
rest.  Most of them were either pissing in their toilets or sitting on them taking 
a  dump.  I sure as hell wasn't going to piss in my toilet ever again, and I  
really needed to go really  bad.

Behind the toilet was a plastic bucket, which I crawled over to and pushed  
underneath me. It took a minute or two for me to relax enough to piss in this  
position; but once I started, there was no stopping me. Ah, did that feel so  
good. I could even feel the piss as it passed over and around the two new bars 
 running through the piss canal and felt it spray out the bottom hole of my  
Prince Albert. I felt good about pissing; at least I was the only one around  
here, other than Jordan who had such nice jewelry, and screw them other slaves 
 if they were jealous of mine.  

The butt plug was still held firmly in place, which sort of surprised me;  
knowing that I normally fart while I'm sleeping, according to some of my friends 
 that say I do anyway.  

It's kind of neat, that since I have my feet and hands all covered in leather 
 mitts and such; that some things that I can't do have to be done by others. 
I  guess not all new trainees have to wear them, but my new owner wants me 
too, I  suppose to teach me some sort of lesson.  

The first minutes of my day are turning out to be pretty good. Nobody is 
yelling  at me, none of the slaves are taunting me, and I feel very safe locked 
away from  the  others.

Good, I thought, the cell block door is opening and the slaves are bring us  
breakfast. I crawled over to where I knew that I had to be and knelt, waiting  
for my bowl of food. The slaves finally got down to this end of the walkway 
and  pushed my bowl of food through the slot.  

I ate it faster than a runaway freight train going down a Montana mountain. 
It  was really good and I made sure that I licked the bowl clean, as well. I 
could  have eaten a second bowl if they'd only given me  one.

I was almost to my water dick, when I heard my cell door open up; and the 
doctor  stepping into my cell with a nice smile on his face. "I see you slept 
well  'boy', and that you are using your limbs to move about the room. Do you 
think  that you can speak today? If so, try and say Sir, yes  Sir."

I took a big swallow and quietly said 'Sir, yes  Sir'.

"Excellent 'boy', good 'boy'. Now just remember that you do not speak unless  
told too. If you forget that part of your new life, each time will be painful 
 and will only get worse until you remember all of your lessons. Now then, I  
suppose you know what lessons are scheduled for you today, and what test 
you'll  have after your lessons. So I'm going to just take a quick look inside 
your  mouth to check your tongue piercing and clean it for you. So open up and 
let me  have a  look."

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I was amazed that I could even 
talk  as good as I did with this thing punched through my tongue. The damn 
cleaning  solution was still the same, and tasted just as bad today as it did 
yesterday  and the day before. After cleaning my tongue the doctor pulled one of 
those  miniature flashlights from his pocket and looked inside my mouth, with a 
"a ha,  a ha, u ha, very good. You'll do just fine sucking dicks and cocks 
today. I  think the Headmaster has around 23 of them for you to practice on, 
before you  come to my exam  room."

When the slave came back to pick up my empty bowl, I hadn't the time to crawl 
 over to the door, but I did manage to get out a polite 'thank you' with a 
smile;  while the doctor was sitting in front of me cleaning my 'thing' jewelry. 
 

I then heard the distinctive sound of the Headmaster's footsteps, as his was 
so  different than the others. His always had a slight clicking sound to them 
as if  there were metal plates on the heels of his  shoes.

The doctor noticed my reaction and moved aside as I quickly made my way right 
up  to the cell door. When he hadn't yet to arrive at my cell, I turned 
around, away  from the door and spread my knees as far as possible, put my elbows 
and forearms  on the floor and lowered my head until it, too, was touching the 
cool terrazzo  floor. This left my butt way up in the  air.

The footsteps came to a stop directly behind me. "Ah, excellent!" beamed the  
Headmaster, "I'm pleased to see that your lessons went well. You have learned 
at  least one new position already, Very commendable if I must  say."

I wasn't sure what he was really trying to say to me. After all, I'm here to  
learn and I intend to show everyone, including my dad, that I'm a good 
student.  Besides, aren't slaves supposed to learn different positions for different 
 settings. All I know is that the position I'm in right this moment is a sign 
to  your master or owner that you are offering yourself to him; more 
precisely, if  you're a sex slave then one asset that your body has for providing 
pleasure is  your tunnel. I mean what's the big deal if a man likes to look at my 
butt and  tunnel.  

The doctor told the Headmaster that I was cleared for today's lessons and  
testing; which brought a welcome sigh of relief from the  Headmaster.

"I guess we'd better get you started 'boy'; but first you need to get some  
exercises in and a little sun each day wouldn't hurt either." 

I  heard some faint footsteps padding towards me; which turned out to belong 
to the  new teacher. He leaned down and clamped a chain leash to my snout 
ring. I was  then given another command and I instantly rose to my knees and 
hands. I was led  out of my cell, and ended up outside in the fresh air. It felt 
cool and  comfortable whisping over my naked body.

The command to sit was  given and I sat without thinking. On my knees with my 
butt resting on the heels  of my feet; simple enough, I thought. The teacher 
released my leash and  sauntered over to where a group of slaves were already 
hard at work, trimming  the long hedgerow leading from the school all the way 
down the hill.  From  the way he was talking to them, I could only surmise 
that he was daunting his  new authority over them.

>From a rather limited view out of the  corner of my left eye; I could see the 
ocean and the boat dock below. There was  a small boat tied to the dock, with 
a large yacht anchored about six hundred  feet out in the deep water. I was a 
nice looking vessel, not quite as nice as  dad's but still nice.

I soon was given the command to kneel, right  there in the pathway; as 
several of the slaves came forth to use me as their  personal piss receptacle.

The next command for me was to 'heel',  which I did quite efficiently.  I 
once again followed the teacher was we  continued down the path. We stopped after 
about a hundred yards. There I could  see females working in the fields, 
picking all sorts of vegetables. All of them  were naked, except for a few, who 
wore shorts just like the teachers do. They  were all different ages, mostly in 
their late teens though. From where I was, I  could not tell what nationality 
they were; due to them being all different in  skin color. I wouldn't be a bit 
surprised if some of them had parents of  different races.  The contrast of 
their beautiful skin tones, their  nakedness and their beauty was a pleasant 
change from me only being around  males.  But, I had learned that a male 
shouldn't get himself all in a tizzy  over the opposite sex; so therefore I didn't 
even entertain the idea of having  inappropriate sex with any of them.  

We ventured further down  the path, until we turned and started off down 
nothing more than a dirt path,  which had been well traveled. I wasn't sure how 
far we had gone, before stopping  once again. 

There, my teacher let the chain leash fall to the  ground; as he walked 
through some waist high grass. I couldn't see him or to  whom he was talking to, 
but the conversation was kept short.   

After resuming our morning walk, we came to a cross road, of  sorts, where I 
saw some of the same boys and men from yesterdays festivities.  Some were 
walking away, empty handed, from the dock; while others were walking  towards the 
dock, carrying what I could only imagine to be bales of marijuana.  There was 
an endless parade of the males, going to and from; which seemed  heighten my 
awareness of just how beautiful the form of naked males really is.  

We began to follow those who were heading away from the boat dock,  until we 
came upon the 'prescribed' pathway; at which time, we left the  procession of 
men and headed back towards the school house.

It  wasn't until we were halfway up the hill, that I took notice of just how  
magnificent the teacher's torso really seemed to define itself. I picked up 
my  pace, just enough so that after a couple of minutes I was directly behind 
him.  If he'd noticed the additional slack in the chain, he surely didn't let 
on. I  was so close to him now, that I could smell the sweat on his body. It 
seemed  rather disappointing, to me, that he was wearing shorts; as I wanted to 
see if I  could detect the same manliness on him today, that I had swooned 
over yesterday  with all the other males. 

I was beginning to feel the heat of the  morning, as all of my iron cuffs and 
stainless steel body decorations were  acting like magnets; attracting the 
sunshine. I was glad to get back inside;  although I knew that more lessons 
awaited.

I carelessly assumed  that I'd be meeting up with Jordan and the young slave 
by now; but for whatever  reason I was still on my own, as I was led into a 
small tiled  room.

It was basically an empty room, from what I could see. There  were overhead 
shower nozzles, a big drain in the floor and two rubber things on  the wall. 
Well, those rubber things were enema nozzles; which I was quickly  introduced 
too.  My young teacher was none to gentle when he removed my own  butt plug and 
replaced it with one of the nozzles. The water flowed in a lot  faster today, 
compared to the past. Over and over again I was flushed out; with  everything 
just being to slowly work it's way toward the floor drain, which just  so 
happened to be directly under my face.  I was glad that none of it got  onto my 
nice mitts and foot coverings; as more than likely both of us may just  have 
gotten a good lesson with the Headmaster's prod. 

Once I'd  been sufficiently cleaned out, my own plug was put back in; this 
time without  the grease up my tunnel nor any grease on the plug. Needless to 
say, it hurt and  I grunted my discomfort.

After the teacher had finished with me, I  was rinsed off from the overhead 
nozzles; not surprised by the fact that only  cold water was used in the 
school. Once I'd rinsed clean of slime and sweat, I  was commanded to move to the 
wall nearest the door; to wait while the teacher  rinsed, cleaned and sanitized 
the tile floor.

Next stop was the  same room I was in the day before. I was hoping beyond 
hope that I'd be placed  in that free floating leather rig again; but that wasn't 
to be the case  either.  My teacher simply commanded me into the stay 
position while he  left and went seeking the Headmaster.

It was kind of nice in a way;  being left alone in the class room, now able 
to process the events of today and  even time enough to re-visit the videos and 
lecture from last night.  I  wasn't scared to be in the room, but I'd be 
lying if I said that I wasn't  nervous. Sounds penetrated the walls, as I knelt 
there with my eyes closed.  People talking, some laughing, some crying and even 
an occasional yelp or scream  from some form of classroom instruction taking 
place.

I knew that  today would be the day that I'd be learning to suck a cock. I 
figure that if  I've already had a cock in my mouth; filling me with piss, that 
this wouldn't be  any different. I almost thought that my inner being was 
wanting and desiring to  have a cock in my face. I knew that I was changing fast; 
at least from where I  was kneeling. Two weeks ago, none of these thoughts 
would have ever entered my  mind; but now, it seems that this one on one, man on 
man sex thing isn't so bad  after all. Hey, at least it was sex, sex for 
somebody; as I'd been without a  good orgasm for a while now. I'm missing my usual 
two or three jerk offs a day,  and that is probably my foremost complaint 
around here.

The idea of  seeing my dad was playing tricks with my thought process as 
well. Yes, wanted to  see him and NO… keep him the hell away from me! The earliest 
I'd see him would  be sometime this evening, so I would have a lot more time 
to deal with my 'anger  management' towards my dad. 

The Headmaster came in, followed by  the teacher and two slaves; who were 
wheeling in a rather ominous looking  contraption. As the two men stepped aside, 
the metal frame looking thing was  wheeled directly in front of my face and 
body.

The teacher  proceeded to approach me from behind, holding my head firm as 
the slaves pushed  this thing right into and against my face.  A wide stray was 
again used to  hold my head up against this gizmo. I was glad that some of it, 
like the head  piece was padded. With my head held firm, I must have looked 
funny; like well,  maybe a person looking through the backside of a toilet 
seat, or like a man  laying flat on a massage table with his head in that little 
foam hole.  

The teacher got right to work. He attached chains to my ball  separators with 
the other end going all the way back to my ankle irons. He  maneuvered my 
body around until my chest was flat up against the frame, which in  turn 
tightened the two chains on my balls. Then the teacher pushed my knees  further apart 
and strapped them to the frame as well, adding additional pain to  my already 
tortured balls.

I was about to say to myself that he  must be all done, when he slipped 
something between my thighs. It wasn't long  before I felt something pushing 
against my butt plug. Apparently, what had  happened was that he'd put some sort of 
stand underneath me with the highest end  of it pressing firmly against my 
plug. If I tried to relax even the smallest  amount, the pressure on my butt plug 
would become unbearable; worse yet; the  fucking thing could have pushed the 
plug completed up my virgin tunnel. That  wouldn't be good at all, trust me.

The last thing he did was to  pull my wrists up behind me and attach them to 
the sides of my collar, using  leather straps with clips on each end. Talk 
about painful, Jesus, that fucking  smarts.

If you looked at my trussed up body from the front, all you  would see is my 
face, my nipples on either side of the frame and lastly you'd  see my ringed 
and cinched 'thing', looking so pretty, yet helpless and  useless.

So now, all I needed were for the cocks to start working  my mouth and throat 
muscles. There wasn't anything I could do now to prevent  such an attack on 
my person; but if today was like yesterday, and all the men  emitted their 
masculine scent then I wouldn't have to bad of a educational  session, not this 
one any way.

The doctor, who by now seemed to be  most friendly towards me, came in. He 
gave a simple yet polite greeting to the  Headmaster, omitting any 
acknowledgment of the new teacher. He set forth to  check my bindings, assuring himself 
that no physical harm would come to  me.

Once again, he took his time to clean my body piercings,  including my 
tongue. He then produced a small bottle of liquid from his pocket  and some cotton 
balls; which after soaking the cotton he generously applied the  solution to 
all of my rings; it didn't have a tale-tale taste to it like the  other stuff 
does.

By the time the solution dried, all of my skin  where the solution had been 
rubbed in seemed to tingle, yet at the same time  feel like it was numb. I 
didn't feel worried or concerned; as my trust in the  doctor seemed to be 
escalating each time he was with me.

When he  was finished with my body, the doctor stood and went over to the 
Headmaster;  where both men simply stood in silence, looking at me and the 
teacher. It wasn't  any time, before a young slave entered and set a small table 
down just off to my  side. On top of the table was a wooden box, about as big as 
a shoe box. He slave  left the room, right after he knelt down in front of me 
and kissed my thing. How  nice of him to feel the need show his concern for me 
by doing that, I thought.  It was something along the lines of yesterday, 
when all the boys in town made it  a point to kiss me, long and hard. At least 
the school was teaching everybody to  respect and care about their fellow males. 
That 'was' something that no school  in my life had even broached.

After putting a small tiered step in  front of me, the young teacher stood 
like a giant holding his now ridged dick in  his hand, as if taunting or 
tempting me to open my mouth. What I didn't see was  his other hand reaching into the 
wooden box.

On each of my nipples,  he placed a small steel ball; attached with a simple 
clip which made this part  of his duties very simple and very easy. I 
instantly felt the weight of the  balls, pulling not only my ring down but also it 
seemed to be pulling my tender  nipples further out from my body.

Thoughts of the steel balls  disappeared, as the teachers cock brushed 
against my lips. I could only think of  one thing to do first; close my eyes, 
putting my thoughts into my 'special  place'.  

I opened my mouth and accepted his warm shaft. All I  could think about was 
the video from yesterday, and all of the verbal  instructions the two men had 
given the poor slave as he was forced to accept all  of the dicks.

I did my best to emulate the slave on the video. I  found it difficult at 
first to allow myself to be face fucked, unable to move my  head in retreat. It 
quickly became a mixture of learning and accepting; combined  with ever so 
masculine scent of the male body.

All of the physical  needs were done by the teacher; as he slowly began to 
withdraw his dick and  slowly slide it back in. At least for now, when his dick 
touched my tongue  piercing he stopped all of his forward progress. I knew 
that his dick was a  little longer and began wondering if he was ever going to 
plant his fuckpole  completely in my mouth.

The several times where he'd simply stopped  moving his hips, I took full 
advantage and used the tip of my tongue to massage  the pulsing shaft. I must 
have been doing that right at least, as the teacher  moaned as if giving me his 
approval. 

Everything, just about,  seemed like yesterday and I couldn't help to think 
just how nice I was being to  all of these dicks and cocks. I could have just 
as easily bitten one in half,  had I no fear of reprisal. 

Once the pelvic thrusts started again,  they seemed to not be as slow; and 
the teacher had even placed his two hands  behind my securely bound head. When 
the teacher's dick rolled over my tongue  piercing, it took me by surprise and 
my sole reflex was to back away; which of  course I couldn't, and that one 
simple 'attempt' to retreat caused my butt plug  to feel enormous pressure from 
whatever they'd placed behind it. Needless to  say, my reaction was two fold; 
first to squeeze my cheeks together and second to  tighten my muscles bringing 
me back to where they had positioned me in the first  place. It wasn't much of 
a movement, very minor actually; but just that small  amount caused me a 
great deal of discomfort. 

It was only a matter  of seconds between my reaction, and the feeling of 
warmth flooding the back of  my tongue. I never knew that the tongue had so many 
taste buds way back there,  as I now knew that this was my very first taste of 
sperm. 

Feeling  it pulse from the teacher's dick, tasting it as if it were a fine 
wine; made me  feel good about myself. I never thought I'd succumb to such a 
thing, but  obviously I had; and strange as it sounds, coming from me of all 
people, it  didn't seem vile, nasty, degrading or immoral. If all the dicks and 
cocks I'd  suck today were as easy as this, then it would truly be a good day; 
one for  which I, and I alone, would know made me feel even closer to Jordan 
but  especially Alan.

I heard, 'good job', 'great start', 'way to go'  and a few other remarks 
being made from the doctor and the Headmaster; but I  wasn't sure if they were 
directed towards me or the teacher.

As the  teacher stepped off the small platform, he reached into the box and 
retrieved  one more steel ball; which he proceeded to clip onto my Prince 
Albert ring.  After he'd done that, he placed his mouth over mine and pushed his 
tongue inside  of my mouth. The kiss was, or at least felt as, more passionate 
than any of the  kisses I got the day before. Once he'd broken his kiss, he 
joined the other two  males; commenting on my performance and making a few  
suggestions.

Unlike in the video, I hadn't been told to swallow the  sperm, but I did it 
anyway. The sweet, yet mellow, taste of his sperm would  linger until the next 
man deposited his seed.

Today, unlike  yesterday, seemed that there was no hoard of men and boys 
waiting to drain their  balls. I guess that they would come and go whenever their 
personal schedules  would allow them to.

The second and third dicks were not much  different than that of the 
teacher's. Each male didn't' spend much more than  five or six minutes using my mouth. 
The fourth cock however seemed to have  caused me my first 'setback'.

The cock belonged to a male I'd say  was in his mid twenties. He even had his 
pubic hairs neatly trimmed, which I  found to be rather a nice way to present 
his endowment. And, endowment it surely  was. Not only was it the thickest 
cock I'd ever laid my eyes on but it was very  long. He had a pair of the 
biggest balls, which surely must have been some sort  of genetic mutation. 

Like the others, he clipped on the steel  balls, which by now were a constant 
reminder that my body wasn't only for  another mans pleasures. I made the 
mistake of casting my eyes upward as his cock  neared; and he had a pretty smile 
with gleaming white teeth. By now, I knew that  after he'd lifted my snout 
ring out of the way to just open my mouth; not  waiting for him to coax me into 
opening up for him.

He went right  to work, in high gear sliding his dick back and forth. Each 
thrust was sending  his cock deeper into my mouth. By the fourth or fifth time, 
his cock was passing  over my tongue ball; and this time I could actually feel 
it rolling right along  with each inch of cock he was feeding me.

I'd say that within a  minute I could tell he was getting ready to test out 
my throat. I was attempting  to do everything that I learned last night. 
Breathing through my nose in a  methodical pattern; and not concentrating on the 
impending blockage of my  throat. However, it was more than I could handle. I had 
involuntary spasms, as I  tried to spit his meat out. I couldn't move, but I 
did get another reminder via  my butt plug. I knew I was about to die, when he 
finally pulled his cock back;  but not completely. I sucked in air, faster 
than a McDonald's drive through  window. 

After a short break, the cock once again began to probe,  to test, to punish 
the entrance to my throat. Each time my throat protested, my  reactions seemed 
to worsen. Was I too be a failure at this? I wasn't going to  allow my dad 
the pleasure, the satisfaction of knowing that he'd finally won  something over 
me.

I resolved the situation by once again calling  upon the strength and comfort 
I got when I went to my 'private space'. I had no  more coughing or gagging 
spells, as the cockhead went easily down my throat. I  could actually feel my 
throat muscles pulsating against the shaft of this  magnificent cock. The more 
I relaxed and thought of good and righteous things,  the less labored my 
breathing became; as the cock was held firm in my throat. I  could tell, just by 
the feeling in my throat and mouth that the cock was close  to dumping its load 
of manseed; which in short order it did.

The  man hung a steel ball on my Prince Albert and gave me a long kiss; 
exploring my  mouth as if seeking to discover any remnants of his seed. I was 
thankful for the  moment, as there wasn't another dick waiting to impale itself 
inside my  mouth.  However the time wasn't wasted, as my senses slowly returned 
and  alerted me to the anguish that my nipples and thing were enduring with 
what now  seemed to be an enormous amount of weight hanging from each of  them.

This training session seemed endless, and I knew that it must  have been 
around noon; as that's when there was a steady stream of cock. I began  to hold 
out hope that not all of the dicks would be as big as the first big one;  as 
several of them, in a row, were much smaller, making my lesson go a whole lot  
easier.

What shook my inner core was when the slaves from my cell  block showed up. I 
knew that after this, they'd not want to leave me alone in  the evenings when 
our cell doors were left, intentionally, open. None of them,  especially the 
slaves who slept on either side of my cell, went easy on me. They  instantly 
went for my throat, and seemed delighted by the feeling of my tongue  ball 
rolling in unison with their actions. As I'd had a few rather large dicks  already 
wedge themselves down in my throat, I was better prepared to deal with  their 
onslaught. I guess they'd been instructed to not be so nice and gentle.  But, 
I survived; I didn't fail after all, which I had hoped would piss off my  dad 
and further more, my little 'space' seemed to be my guardian angel  
throughout the schooling. Little did they know, nor me for that matter, that  every 
time I was struggling to learn, to accept a different dick, that my  thought 
process was streaming visions of either myself and Alan alone or Jordan  and I 
enjoying the sexual pleasures of each other.

The only  indication I had, that the lessons were concluded was when I was 
unfastened from  the frame; and from there led by my leash to classroom number 
five.  

Traversing the short distance from one room to another, I couldn't  help but 
to think about the weights still left on the three rings. My nipples  were 
killing me and my thing felt as if someone was trying to rip it off of my  body.

Classroom number five; a stark difference from the other  room. This room was 
bright and 'almost' cheerful looking in outward appearances.  I didn't have 
any time to look around as I was commanded to get up on the table  and lay flat 
on my back.

The doctor was already in the room,  fussing with something that looked like 
a space-age controller of some kind;  then once I was situated he came 
forward, and began messing around with my  weighted down rings.

He soon had a small tray resting on my flat  stomach. He began cutting small 
pieces of white cloth tape from a large  roll.  A piece of tape was then 
applied to one side of each ball keeping it  from hitting any of the others. He 
only spoke once, and that was seemingly just  cast out in the room for who ever 
wanted to hear it. "Sixteen ball on the rings,  not a record for sure, but a 
hell of a way to spend half a day." That was the  only time I had been told just 
how many dicks I'd sucked on.

Using  more tape, he put some on each of my rings, to keep them in place, 
resting on my  skin. Then, reaching upward he pulled a small cord down from the 
ceiling. The  cord brought with it a countless of color coded wires.

It appeared  that wires, all colored the same were then carefully taped to 
each of the balls.  All red ones on my right nipple ring, all blue ones on my 
left nipple ring and  all yellow ones on my Prince Albert ring. White wires were 
attached to my  earrings; and thankfully none were attached to my snout ring. 
Several purple  wire were attached to the spikes of my cinch band; which 
seemed to complete that  part of the wiring. 

The doctor snatched the butt plug from within  me and replaced it with a 
smaller but longer one; this one being made of cold  shiny metal, to which he 
attached a black wire.

Then he and the  young teacher quickly fastened my body to the table, with 
the final strap going  over my forehead.  Some of those medical patches were 
applied to my chest  area and wires attached to them; presumably to monitor my 
heart rate or  something.

"Sorry I'm late", blatted out the photographer. "I'd of  been here sooner but 
I got caught up in the moment, up at the barn. Damn, ya  should have seen 
that one boy sucking on that equine cock. It was fantastic.  I'll just have to 
copy this 'boys' cocksucking lessons from the video recorder  system in the 
Headmaster's office. Just give me a minute to get some video of  how the 'boy' 
looks now, before you light him up."

What did he just  say? Is this guy for real or WHAT? What part of dumbass is 
he?
The doctor  pushed buttons, turned knobs; made a few final adjustments to 
some of my wires  and left the room; closing the door behind him. It was then 
that I'd noticed the  door and walls. They were covered in the best soundproofing 
material money can  buy. I was in this one room, with a weirdo.

It didn't' take long  before I began to feel the tingling sensations in my 
left nipple ring. I was  rather neat, not to mention unique. The tingling 
sensation went from ball to  ball and repeated itself over and over again. Then the 
right nipple ring began  to follow the same pattern. Soon the two nipples 
rings seemed to be in unison.  Before I knew it the current slowly began to 
increase on my nipple rings; just  as the tingling sensations began on both of my 
earrings. Now all four of them  were working together, all at the same level of 
current. It wasn't bad at all,  to be honest about it. 

Current began to tantalize my Prince Albert  ring, almost in the same manner 
as had my nipple rings started off. From there  my cinch band began to fire 
round after round of sensations over and through my  ''pleasure balls'.

Now the current level began to worsen, as the  tingling sensations turned 
into stinging. My bottom half seemed to now be  increasing faster and faster in 
both, intensity and duration. I could actually  feel the current skip from one 
spike to another and then the current would jump  to my Prince Albert ring. 
All I could think about was, ' dad you just ain't  fucking going to win this one 
either', as I somehow took all the current and  jolts from the machine. 

I was really startled when the metal butt  plug came to life. There was no 
initial tingling sensation. It hit me like a  brick, as my tunnel entrance 
quivers with each pulsing shock. Strange enough,  but soon I found myself 
concentrating on my tunnel. It was really… I mean really  giving me a more than ample 
erotic feeling. Never in a million years could I  fully explain just how 
wonderful my tunnel was feeling. If this is the same as  fucking… oh damn... fuck me 
and fuck me now!

As the current  increased on my Prince Albert and cinch band, my pleasure 
soon diminished. I  closed my eyes, wanting my 'private space', but the pain in 
my balls was too  intense to be overcome with wanton desires and thoughts of 
Alan and Jordan. The  current increased in my tunnel, sending shock wave after 
shock wave of pain into  my now extremely tenderized tissue. My nipples felt 
like they were being  attacked by a hive of killer bees. The only part of me not 
in pain were my two  earrings.

There was no stopping my yelling and screaming. I even  had to struggle to 
swallow all of the saliva that my body was producing. Each  passing minute, the 
level of my screams increased a hundred  fold.

What I didn't see, was the photographer who seemed to have  once again been 
'overcome' by the situation. 

He had exposed his  cock and was furiously stroking it, right next to me. I 
didn't know how long  he'd been doing it, but I do know one thing.

The door to classroom  five burst open. The Headmaster and one of the 
teachers rushed in; just as the  photographer pumped ounce after ounce of white seed 
onto my  belly.

The next thing I saw was the man falling to the ground,  screaming even 
louder than I was. Then, I thought I saw something fly through  the air. I tried to 
watch as best I could, although my pain was enough to think  about.

Whatever was flying through the air, I never saw; but I did  see pieces of 
fabric come flying up from the floor, which looked identical to  the 
photographer's shirt color. More screams coming from the floor, more cloth  flying up; 
before another teacher arrived. 

They picked up the man  off the floor; and that's when I first noticed the 
Headmaster holding his  teaching prod, one teacher holding onto a vicious 
looking whip and the other  teacher holding on to the photographers exposed cock. 
There wasn't much left of  his shirt as they hauled his ass out of the classroom 
and closed the door…  leaving me there totally isolated, to finish my test.

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thanks,
marcus, trey and  billy  

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