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                    A Time to Get Serious
                    by:  Terry of Seattle
        (c) Copyright 1988 - Please Do Not Reproduce

Continued from part I...

I awoke several times only to strain to hear or see anything.  It
was pitch black, and the only noise was the quiet flow of air
through a duct somewhere.  No sounds of cars, footsteps, or anything
else were discernable.  I would drift back to sleep, never quite
sure if I was dreaming, or if this was reality.  Finally, I snapped
out of a dream and jerked against my bonds.  As I blinked to clear
my eyes, I could see Sam standing over me with a riding crop.  He
must have hit my cock and balls, as they were still stinging.  "Good
morning, have a good sleep?", he questioned, obviously wide awake.

"Yes sir", I croaked, my voice still unsteady.  He was wearing
jeans, a plaid shirt, and little else.  The bulge in his 501's
looked inviting even through my half open eyes.

Sam released my bonds and said, "Why don't you come upstairs, take a
shower, and get some breakfast?"  I was amazed.  He sounded quite
friendly, and was treating me like some out-of-town guest.

"Yes sir", I responded, unsure of what else to say.  I stood, rubbed
my eyes, stretched my aching limbs, and followed him up the stairs
on rubbery legs.  He pointed the way to the bathroom, and said,
"While you're in there, be sure and clean out that ass of yours
again, and don't even THINK about touching your cock."  I removed
the plug that had been in my ass for god knows how long, washed it,
and took a dump of what had accumulated.  I got in the shower, and
used the metal nozzle to give myself two enemas.  The second one
left hardly anything but clear water behind, so I jumped into the
shower.  My cock was hard from the enemas, and the temptation to
just stroke it a few times was almost overwhelming.

I enjoyed the warm spray on my stiff limbs.  It seemed like it was
too soon for the workout to leave me sore, so I figured it was the
night in bondage.  After washing my hair, I jumped out and dried
off.  I noticed that my clothes, which were in the corner the night
before, were now gone.  When I stepped out of the bathroom, Sam was
waiting.  "Ready for some food?", he asked.

"Sure", I answered, unsure if I should continue calling him "sir".
I followed him to the kitchen, and he slid a plate filled with
bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast across the table.  Again, I was
surprised.

"Even the best bottom needs three decent meals a day", Sam commented
between bites of toast.  "I don't believe in keeping a damn slave,
feeding him from a dog bowel, and all that crap.  Some might get off
on it, but I already have a dog, and I love him more than some wives
love their husbands.  Know what I mean?"

I was eating, and trying to figure this guy out.  "I think so... I
don't much get into the humiliation part of being a slave either", I
said between bites of egg.

"Damn right", he replied, "Just like my dog, I want my bottoms to be
at their best.  I like em' in shape, healthy, alert, and always
willing to try harder.  So far, you're doing alright for a
beginner."  The last word hurt a bit.  I had been through many
scenes, and while none were quite like this, I still thought I was
pretty street wise--certainly not a beginner.

We finished up breakfast, and except for my still stiff limbs, I
felt pretty damn good.  As Sam cleaned up, I asked, "What next?"

"Well, I thought you might like to find out what's behind door
number two...", he looked at me more as a top instead of the friend
he had been a moment earlier.

"Yes, sir, I did think about that before falling asleep last night.
Is there a door number three also?"  I had been curious about what
lie beyond the "novice room", and now he had me wondering if there
was even more.

"You bet!  Only I don't know that you're going to get that far."  It
sounded more like a challenge than a put down.

Sam walked out of the room, and indicated I was to follow.  He
stopped at the bathroom, and fetched the butt plug I had washed and
left by the sink.  Then, we headed downstairs, and stepped into the
first room where I'd spent the night.  "First, we have to get you in
the mood, before I unlock that door..."  He walked over to the wall
with the toys and selected a leather hood.  He worked it over my
head, and laced it tight.  Next, he snapped on a leather gag, first
covering the leather bit with a small piece of fresh Saran Wrap.
Then came the leather blindfold.  Unlike other hoods with blindfolds
I'd worn, this blindfold was lined with a thick black cloth, and no
light entered around the edges.  I was now naked, except for the
hood.  "Why don't you bend over again like a good boy...", he said.
As I complied, I felt the familiar plug slide home.

I stood there, and tried to listen through the hood.  I could hear
him unlock the door, and I felt a slight draft as he opened it.  He
led me through the door.  I heard the door close behind, and was
seriously turned on at the thought of what lay around me.  Not being
able to see was driving me mad!  As Sam continued to guide me he
said, "you're coming up to a table, I want you to turn around and
I'm going to sit you on it..."

I bumped into something that felt padded; he spun me around and
lifted me at the waist up onto a firmly padded surface.  "Now lie
back and relax...", he held my calves as I lay back unsure of what
was beneath me.  I felt a broad strap being pulled across my chest
and then cuffs being placed on my wrists.  My arms were soon
fastened straight down towards the floor.  Next, my bare feet were
pulled out and something cold met the underside of my thighs, then
the soles of my feet.  It suddenly occurred to me--I was lying on a
doctor's examination table with stirrups!

Next, I felt him slide me down the table, until my ass was at the
edge.  I could feel a cutout area at the end allowing easy access to
my hole.  Next, what must have been ace bandage, was wrapping my
thighs tightly to the contoured metal supports.  The same was done
to my feet.  My legs were spread wide, and I felt vulnerable.

Next, the strap across my chest was tightened firmly with the lower
edge just above my nipples.  My shoulder blades were forced down
into the padding.  Soon, a similar strap was fastened across my
lower abs, just above my crotch.  By now, all I could move was my
head, part of my arms, and my toes.  At least most of my torso and
chest were free so I could breath easily.

As I flexed against the bonds, the familiar pain of overdoing it at
the gym flooded my brain.  It had only been last night, and I was
already sore.  I knew it was only going to get worse--especially if
Sam kept me in bondage.

"Ready for some REAL fun?", he asked, laughing as he said it.

I couldn't answer through the gag, but tried to say "yes sir".

"Remember your signal for PHYSICAL problems boy?"

I nodded a "yes" instead of trying to say it.

"Good, we can get started!", I heard the hum of a motor start up,
and my cock stiffened even further at the thought of what it might
be.  I felt something touch one of my nipples, and it quickly
grabbed onto it.  It took a second, but I remembered seeing an ad
for a vacuum cock enlarging system that also had nipple attachments.
It must have been that system, or something close!  Before I had
long to think about it, the sensation was repeated on the other
nipple.  The suction seemed to increase immediately, and it quickly
turned from pleasurable to almost painful.

I lay there, listening to the pump running, and waiting for
something to happen.  Minutes passed, and my nipples were becoming
more tender by the second.  I wasn't sure, but my cock seemed to
still be rock hard.  Finally, I felt a wet, sticky object touch my
cock and quickly swallow it.  The sensation was wild!  It felt slimy
as it gobbled up the entire length and buried itself in my groin.
The suction increased until my cock felt painfully hard.  Sam
finally spoke, "Like the sensations boy?"

I lay there, in semi rigid bondage, a plug up my ass, stiff and sore
from a killer gym workout, with my tits and cock being pulled like
never before.  I had to admit, it felt hot.  I nodded "yes".

"Well, we can't have you enjoying it TOO much can we?", he laughed.
Suddenly, an object struck my encased cock, and I jumped in pain.
Again and again, he was slapping the cock pump with something.  From
the sound, it might have been a stiff leather paddle.  Even though
he was not striking the skin directly, the thing had such a tight
grip on my rod, that each hit stung as if he had.  After my cock
started to grow almost numb, he turned his attention to my balls.

I felt something being wrapped around them, and he was having a
tough time of it, as I have tight balls, and the cock pump was
apparently in the way.  Finally I sensed it snapping closed.
Nothing happened while I just lay there, my cock and tits on fire,
then I could feel pressure on my balls as they were pulled out
towards my feet.  It must have been a parachute harness, as I could
feel the leather encircle and begin to crush my balls as he tied
them off.

"I think it's time to give those tits and cock of yours some air...
We don't want to suck them clean off!", Sam laughed again.  I heard
a faint hissing, and felt the pressure on my tits fade away.  He
pulled the devices away, and I was shocked when I felt what must
have been my grossly enlarged nipples slide out of the little
chambers.  Next, I heard the mechanical click of some kind of valve,
and the pressure on my cock slowly eased off.  After several
seconds, it felt like the tube was ready to be slid off, but I heard
another click, and the pressure started slowly building again--
swallowing my cock!  Just as it started to be become painful, the
air was let back in.  As Sam rubbed my swollen tits, the cycle
repeated itself over and over.  The thing was fucking my damn cock--
very slowly!

The pleasurable feeling of Sam rubbing my tits disappeared, and the
next sensation was a clamp digging into the tender flesh of first
one then the other nipple.  I strained in pain, and a rush of air
escaped around the gag as I tried to stifle a scream.  Next,
something, which felt like a riding crop, stuck the parachute
harness causing my balls to sing.  Sam slowly alternated between
striking my ass cheeks, flicking the nipple clamps, and swatting my
captured balls.  The pain might have been too much to handle if the
pleasure of the vacuum pump fucking my cock hadn't been there to
unite everything into an array of pain and pleasure.  If the damn
pump would cycle just a little faster, I was sure I could shoot my
load.  I knew then, that Sam was more than a top, he was an artist.

After what seemed like at least a half hour of torment, Sam stopped
the slaps.  He removed the nipple clamps, sending a new kind of pain
rushing to my head.  He shut off the pump, and as the air bled back
in, he slowly slid the thing off my cock.  When my cock fell heavily
on the strap around my waist, I could swear it felt twice its normal
size!  Next, he released the tension on my balls, and removed the
harness.  He rubbed my ass cheeks, now sore from the crop, as he
pulled the plug free.  I felt empty and strange.  All the usual
lingering pain was present, but I still hadn't shot my load in a
week now, and I was still incredibly horny.  He stroked my cock with
his hand, and it felt large and strangely bloated.

"I'm going to go upstairs, and read the paper, I'll have the
intercom on.  If you get in trouble, you know the signal...", Sam
said as I heard the door open and close behind him.  Damn!  I didn't
want to be left alone right now!  I was HOT!  My ass itched to be
filled again, my cock lay erect and unbelievably heavy on my belly,
my tits were on fire, and my balls ached.  My jaws were tired, and
my mouth was dry from the gag.  Even the rest of my body was growing
more and more sore.  The effects of the workout, and the tight
bondage were taking there toll.

I just waited, straining to hear anything.  With the hood on, I
couldn't even hear the sound of air coming through a duct.  I
couldn't hear footsteps upstairs either.  I wondered if Sam had
soundproofed the rooms when he finished the basement.  Thinking of
the rooms, I wondered again, what surrounded me?  I knew there was
an examination table, and an elaborate vacuum outfit, but that's
about it.  What else did he have in store for me?  Time passed...

Read the paper, hell he must be printing it!  I was beside myself.
It had seemed like hours since he left.  Was it still daytime?  Then
I remembered his comment about "three meals a day", and wondered if
it was even lunch time yet.  From the clock in the kitchen, I knew
we ate at around 7:30... forget it, what's the point.  I just want
him to come back!  As I moved against my bonds, I sensed I was
getting more and more sore.  My chest muscles, abs, and arms were
all painfully stiff.  More time passed...

Finally, I thought I heard SOMETHING.  Sure enough, I heard
footsteps in the room outside, and then the door open.  My breathing
grew more rapid, and I tensed not knowing what to expect.  He didn't
speak, but I could hear him moving around the room.  My cock had
grown limp, and now I could feel it expanding.  Suddenly, a large
object was forcing its way into my ass.  It wasn't the familiar
plug, but felt more like a large, at least 2" diameter, dildo.  He
drove it home until I let out a yelp as he hit bottom.  I could feel
him still moving it around and doing something between my widespread
legs.  Was he strapping it in place?

I heard a motor start, this one different than the vacuum pump, and
the dildo started slowly sliding back out of my ass.  When I could
feel the head at my hole, the sound of the motor changed, and it
started its slow journey back deep into my ass.  When both of Sam's
hands started working my tits, I realized that the motor was driving
the dildo in and out!

"Like that boy?"  Sam finally spoke.

I nodded "yes".  It was hot, but like the cock pumping, it was
agonizingly slow--taking perhaps ten seconds to complete a full
stroke.

"Good, I still haven't got to the comics, don't you go anywhere
now!"  I heard the door open.

Shit!  I moaned into the gag to indicate I didn't want to be left
alone again--anything but that!  The door closed, and I just lay
there, unsure whether he actually left, or not.  The motor droned
on, and the cock slowly, relentlessly, worked my hole.  Each stroke
was perfect, far more so than a human could manage.  As the cock
drove in, it would continue until I would feel that strange
combination of pressure and pain as the dildo "hit bottom", and then
it would reverse and withdraw until my ass lips just started over
the tapered head, reversing again to repeat the cycle.

My torso was so securely strapped in place, that I didn't stand a
chance of moving away from the inexorable machine.  I lay there,
wondering if he would be back sooner this time, or was he still in
the room?  Shit!  This was really hell!

Continued in part III...

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