The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 3

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #3
Date: 06 August 2011

Night 1 -

After bit of stop and go driving, mainly on city streets. The van parked and the engine was shut off. The others got out of the van and opened the side door. They picked me up and brought me into a building. Still blindfolded, I had no idea where I was or what was going on. Finally I was lifted up and deposited into what felt like a bath tub and the collar on my neck was fastened to something so heavy that I could barely move it and couldn't lift it. The same was done with my legs. Finally CHP said "Isn't that beautiful? Too bad that he can't see his situation! But he'll understand it soon enough." and they all laughed. "Why don't you give the boy another beer? He'll need one soon!" I heard a bottle open and it was poured into the funnel and the beer was headed down my throat at full speed. I gagged and tried to control it, but I just had to take it. They laughed some more and left the room. I was lying in this tub, unable to free myself.

Finally I heard music playing from outside the room where I was confined. After 20 minutes of that the door opened and I heard water dripping on my rubber suit and that was followed by a nasty acrid liquid coming into my throat from the funnel. It was warm and... I panicked. It was piss! I gagged and spit and coughed... and the source of the warm liquid was amused, saying "Boy if you don't relax and just take it easy, you're in for a very rough night. I'll bet that you don't even know that you're in the communal urinal at a gay bar, do you? I mean you're IN IT! When everybody finds out that you're here, they'll all come in here to share their recycled beer with you. You're in for quite a night!" I was horrified and helpless to do anything about it. I could only try to swallow without gagging.

There would be waves of activity, with small groups of guys coming in and relieving themselves all over me. I'd hear the sound of the piss hitting the suit and boots and then they would eventually aiming for the funnel. Some came back and fed me drinks through the funnel, and I was completely shitfaced in no time, eventually passing out.

I awoke naked in a cage outside the house made out of wrought iron and some chain link fencing. The warm desert breeze felt good and the moon was bright. I could see the lights of his house and some activity inside. After a while he came outside, shined a flashlight on me and said "Boy, you stink like piss! Let's get you cleaned up." He had a bucket of soap suds with him and splashed it all over me, and threw me a rag saying "Clean yourself up Boy!" I wiped myself down with the rag and then he turned the hose on and blasted me with water. Because it was desert well water from an area with hot springs, it was warm coming out of the tap. "Back your ass up against the bars and grab your ankles!" he ordered, and started blasting warm water up my ass until it started coming out on its own. "Hold that until I tell you to let it out!" he barked. "Don't spill a drop!" He added. He kept me waiting until it was pretty uncomfortable and then finally directing me to release it. This went on a few times until he said "Now it's squeakly clean and lemony fresh!" and hosed me off again. When he stopped hosing me off, went back inside the house again, leaving me alone. I dried off quickly in what must have been 90 degree heat in the star filled, clear desert night.

I wasn't sure if I was spending the night in the outdoor cage or not, then I saw the flashlight again and heard the clanking of chains. He directed me to turn around, and put my wrists behind me and through the hole in the cage, and he handcuffed me. He opened the cage and put leg irons on me and a form fitting rubber hood without eye holes. I did not resist. I was feeling a little freaked out with the hood until I realized that I could breathe easily with it on. He guided my feet into some sandals and led me across the desert to the house. I was releived that I was not spending the night outdoors but wondered what he had in mind for me next!

You're probably guessing that I'll just spill the beans, tell you ALL of the gory details, maybe even tell you where you can find the pictures on the interwebs! Or perhaps you're thinking that this is just another fantasy tale. Well, not really. But, you and I, we're now pretty close now, right? I mean I've been sharing all of this with you already. You've read it... I'd be an asshole to stop now, right? So, I'll find you some pictures. I don't have them all... he does... but I do have some good ones.

Once inside, he guided me to the spanking bench and uncuffed my hands, placing my wrists into the waiting leather restraints and then doing the same with my ankles.
I braced myself for the coming swats, but they never came. Instead, he sprayed shaving cream around my asscrack and proceeded to shave that area smooth with a razor. He took his time, then took some pictures of my now baby smooth ass, and then pronouced it good. Then he started rubbing greasy stuff in my butt and announced "We're going to expand your horizons, and maybe more here tonight. We have a small audience here and they've each brought something for you! You're going to show them how much you'll work for me and how much pain you can take to make me proud of my boy. We've got some monster butt plugs that you're going to take with ENTHUSASM! I want you to mount these fast, and hard. I want a loud 'Whoo-yah!' when you get on each one and another when you've taken it all. Understand, boy?" A muffled "mmm. mmm!" (Yes Sir!) came from the hood and the audience laughed. I wondered what I was in for.

He released me from the bench and guided me over to a stool with the first plug. He positioned me over it and pushed my onto it just enough so that I could feel the head of it. He said "I'm going to count down from three, and I want to hear a 'whoo-yah' before you mount this thing. I want to see your aggessiveness. Grunt, push, scream... Whatever it takes! You're going to take this like a man! Three! Two! One!" he counted out. My loud but muffled 'whoo-yah!' came out and I slammed down onto it. It wan't huge but I still slowed down at the widest part, eventually putting a lot of weight on it until I began to relax, Finally dropping down past the widest part as it filled me completely. There was mild applause and he said "Not bad for a first try. Get comfortable with that for a few minutes and we'll move on to the next one." It began to hurt some so I lifted myself up to stop the pain. "NO! Back down on it! If I want it in you for the rest of the weekend, hell... the rest of your LIFE, it'll stay there! Understand boy?" He roared. He was readying the next one, by rubbing some lube onto it all over. This one was more agressive. It had a round head and was very large around. He said "You want that out now boy? You like to make me happy, right boy?" as he hugged me and pulled my head over to his neck. "You can make me really happy by mounting this next one. I want to see you go for it! I want to hear you yell! OK, Boy? Now up, and let that plug come out and I'll count you down to the next one, and I want you to GO FOR IT!" With that, I lifted myself up and let the plug come out. Wow! Intense relief! He put the new one down and pulled me toward him again, this time holding me still while he put a cloth over the noseholes of the hood. The cloth was soaked with something that had a strong sweet smell. I quickly began to feel light headed and buzzed. I was determined to be more aggressive for him! Then he took the smell away and guided me over the new plug and counted down "Three! Two! One!" I yelled and dropped down on it as fast and hard as I could. Grunting madly and pushing hard! This thing was big! I was feeling no pain and was getting kind of piggy, slipping and swerving around on this thing to mount it, to own it, and make him proud! He watched me struggling with it and cheered me on, pushing my shoulders down and yelling "Oh, look at that! He wants me to be proud! Look at him work!". Finally, I felt it begin to slide in slowly, I opened up and I put all of my weight into it, until I slid down to the base and let out a loud grunt.

It immediately began to hurt. A dull pain, but very intense. He put a strap around my waist and fastened it on. Then he tightened a strap that went around my cock and balls, and behind the plug, holding it in place securely. The audience cheered as he slapped my asscheeks and pushed the plug in further a few times. Then he hugged me and held me next to him asking "How is the boy?" I kind of whimpered through the hood as he ran his hand through my buzzed hair. The pain was increasing, but he was
very happy and I just took it. Then he said "I think that you look good like this. You think so boys?" They roared "YEAH!" and then he said "After you've had that in you for a while the next one will be easier!" and he sent me off into orbit with some more of the sweet smelling stuff.

"Good boy!"

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