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A Time to Get Serious@END_FILE_ID.DIZ

                    by:  Terry of Seattle

Continued from part II...

As time slowly passed, the pleasurable in-out motion of the large
dildo became almost nauseating.  It felt as though it were
alternately pulling my guts out, then slowly ramming them back into
place.  I couldn't tell if my cock was still hard, but my balls were
aching even worse than before.  My muscles were now really sore, and
my mouth had dried up around the gag.  My jaw ached, and I started
to long to just be able to move, get out of the hood, see again, and
most of all, get that damn thing out of my ass!  My hole was in
agony, and I didn't know how much more I could take.  The motor
droned on, relentless in its duty.

After what seemed like at least an hour, I thought about the
intercom, and the three yelps that would signal Sam to let me out of
all this.  Then I thought about his threat to ruin my reputation in
the local leather community.  My brain was having a tough time being
rational--I just wanted out!  Whatever lubricant he had used on the
dildo was either drying up or going away, as the strokes were
getting more and more painful.  Still, I didn't sense I was in any
real danger, just distress.  I tried to think of other things, even
sleep, but the slow ass fucking would keep returning my mind back to
the situation I was in.

Finally, I heard the door open, and felt a slight breeze across my
exposed ass as he walked by.  This time, I was so glad that he had
returned, I wasn't even worried about what to expect next.

"How's that ass feel, getting a little raw yet?", he asked, sounding
not unlike a doctor.

I nodded "yes" to indicate that my ass was more than a little raw.

"Would you like me to turn this thing off?"

Again, I tried to violently nod "yes".

"Well, how about I just add some more lube, and we let it run..."  I
could feel his hands between my widespread cheeks, and the next
thing I knew the dildo was once again sliding in and out easily, but
my asshole was growing cold.  Shit!  He must have put something like
Ben Gay on the thing!  Soon the cold turned to fire, and I was
screaming uncontrollably into the gag.

"Must have got a little Liquid Heat mixed in with the lube, sorry
about that...  it should die down in about fifteen minutes...", he
still sounded like some kind of doctor, but he had a hint of sarcasm
in his voice.  "Of course, I could put some more elsewhere to help
get your mind off it.  Would you like that?"

I shook my head back and forth to indicate "no", hoping he would pay
attention to my desires.  I was still moaning from the pain.

"Well, Sam knows what's best, and I think a little right here should
do the trick..."  I felt his hand wrap around my cock, and spread
some slick substance around the tender flesh.  The burning started
immediately, and I screamed again, forcing my body against the
bonds.  The dildo still sliding painfully in and out, his hand
stroking fire into my now hard cock, it was hell!

"The skin on your cock is still expanded from my pump, makes it kind
of tender, and more sensitive.  This is only about ten percent
Liquid Heat, just think what it would feel like straight!  I think I
have the bottle right over here... but I guess we can save that for
some other time..."  He laughed, which was reassuring. I didn't know
if I was just getting used to it, or the effects of the stuff were
starting to wear off.  It seemed to be getting more tolerable.

"Perhaps I WILL use some straight out of the bottle..." he said as
he let go of my cock and I heard him walk across the room.  Shit!  I
knew I couldn't handle it, and started moaning "no" into the gag as
I shook my head back and forth.

"You have to trust me!"  I felt something wet touch my left tit, and
quickly realized it was the applicator from the bottle of Liquid
Heat.  He dabbed both nipples and I could feel the stuff run down my
chest.  The pain built up slowly, and my nipples began to burn, but
it still wasn't as bad and it had been on my cock and balls.  I
thought about my sore muscles as I smelled the familiar odor, and
almost laughed at the misuse of the smelly liquid.

Sam went back to stroking my cock, and I froze in my bonds, hoping
he didn't have any of the liquid on his hands.  I waited, tensed,
for the pain to hit, it didn't.  As I relaxed, my cock grew even
harder and he started working on my aching balls as well.  When I
started to get close to shooting my long pent up load, he stopped
his hand work.  He even turned off the motor driving the dildo, and
pulled it free of my ass.  God, it felt so good to get that thing
out, yet an itchy, empty feeling was left behind.

"Let's get you loosened up here, or you might never be able to move
again!"  Sam loosened the bonds holding my wrists, and removed the
cuffs.  Next, he unwrapped the ace bandage and my legs were free.
As I tried to sit up, the pain in my abdominal muscles, from the
work on the incline board, almost stopped me dead.  He helped me
spin around and I slid off the table onto the floor.  God my legs
were sore!  I moved my arms, and twisted my back trying to get the
kinks out.  I couldn't remember being so sore.

"Follow me, and we'll catch some lunch."  He led me out of the room,
apparently stopping to lock the door behind us.  I still hadn't had
a chance to see that room!  He pulled the gag free, and removed the
blindfold.  I blinked, trying to clear my eyes of all the sweat that
had filled them.  He was standing before me wearing only some kind
of latex jock strap.

While he unlaced the hood, I looked at the familiar room and the
sling I'd been in the night before.  Shit!  It seemed like days ago!
I looked down, and my cock was bright red, and still slightly
swollen from the vacuum work.  My nipples looked like funny little
cones sticking out from my chest, they too were red and looked
abused.  As he pulled the hood over my head, I felt my ass.  It was
sticky with lubricant, and the cheeks were still sore.  I smelled of
Liquid Heat.  I needed a shower.

"Ready for another shower boy?"  Sam asked with a smile on his face.

I couldn't believe how he seemed to sense what I was thinking.
"Yes, sir.", I croaked, "I smell like a damn locker room."

"This time, I think I'll join you, but first a little reminder of
your place..."  He walked over and returned with a latex cock and
ball harness.  He fastened it into place, and I cringed as he
snapped the ball strap closed.  We headed out the door, past the
weight equipment that had made me so sore, and up the stairs.

Once in the bathroom, he started the shower, and we both stepped in.
He soaped me up, and paid special attention to the crack of my ass.
The warm water seemed to reactivate the Liquid Heat, as I felt the
familiar burn start up again.  Still, the spray felt good on my sore
muscles.  He turned the dial on the shower head, and the gentle
spray changed to a pulsating massage.  He let me rinse off, and
enjoy the spray on my back.  He reached behind me, grabbed the metal
"shower shot" nozzle, and flipped the lever to turn it on.  A
powerful spray shot out the end, and he directed it at my legs.

"Why don't you bend over, and grab your ankles!", he ordered.  I
just stood there knowing full well if he shoved that thing up my ass
I would explode from that much pressure!  "I said bend over, this
isn't going in your ass... yet!"  He sounded angry, so I quickly
bent over.  He directed the spray at the back of my restrained
balls, and I jumped, nearly falling over.

"Take it like a man!", he growled.

"It hurts sir, my balls still ache from this morning."

"I don't want any damn excuses, I'm giving you the luxury of not
having a gag, or any bondage, and all you can do is whine!  Want me
to gag you, tie your ass up, and really crank the pressure up?"

"No sir", I replied.

"Good, then just stay put!"  The blast hit my balls again, and I
clenched my teeth as a grunt escaped my mouth.  Sam reached around,
and started stroking my cock to full hardness and would alternate
blasts of hot water aimed at my balls and my raw hole.  He reached
around me, and rubbed my tit with one hand while he aimed the nozzle
down at my erection.  I jumped and screamed as the jet glanced off
my piss slit.  He then held my hard-on with one hand and aimed the
nozzle with the other.  God it was hell!  I almost shot my load, but
he stopped to adjust the water.  I watched as he turned the dial
almost all the way to "cold".  The next blast that struck my balls
was freezing!

So it went, he alternated between water almost too hot to stand, and
ice cold blasts that had me nearly in shock.  Finally, he turned the
pressure way down, and inserted the nozzle up my abused hole.  Warm
water flowed in, and it felt good.  He worked my cock with one hand
to keep me hard.  As my gut distended and water started to leak out
around the nozzle, I grunted in pain.  He stepped around to the
front of me, turned the shower back on, and pulled the nozzle free.
I exploded into the tub.  When I was finished, he rammed the nozzle
home, and this time started filling me with ice cold water.  The
cramps were unbelievable!  When I was grunting in pain, he pulled
the nozzle out, and again, I exploded into the tub.  The entire
time, I was hard, and couldn't piss a drop, even though I felt like
I hadn't in a week.  Finally, he stepped out of the tub.

"Why don't you finish washing up, and get your ass out of there.
You should be hungry by now.  You have my permission to go to the
bathroom and empty yourself out--just don't stroke that cock."  He
dried off, and left the bathroom.  I followed his instructions, and
found him in the kitchen.

I looked at the clock on the microwave oven, and was shocked to see
it was only 1 PM.  I would have sworn I'd spent nearly the entire
day on that damn examination table!  Could he have changed the
clock?  I looked outside, and it looked like about 1 PM, so I quit
worrying about it.  Sam was fixing something, and I looked at his
hairy ass cheeks covered only by thin strips of latex.  When he came
to the table with a plate of fruit, sandwiches, and chips, I looked
at the basket behind the black latex pouch and realized, I still
hadn't seen his cock and balls.  This man was full of secrets!  He
poured two mugs of beer, and sat down.  I sat down across from him,
still in somewhat of a daze.  My own cock, was hard between my legs,
partly due to the restraint of the harness, and partly out of
admiration for the hot man across from me.

"The shower help with those muscles?", he asked.

"Some, but I can't remember being this sore.", I said as I rubbed my
aching chest and shoulders.

"Feels kind of good though, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it does."  I had to admit he was right.  There was
something erotic about the ache--something masculine.

"You need to work out more often, it might build some more
definition into that body of yours"

I thought about explaining why I didn't but decided to just say,
"Yes sir."

We exchanged more conversation, and each had a second beer.  When we
finished eating, and I downed the rest of my beer.  It was a dark
import, and when I got up, I realized the brew had effected me more
than I thought.  I considered asking Sam if I was going to get to
see the second room, but figured I had just best wait and see.  He
got up from the table and cleared the dishes.

"Well, ready for some more?", he said, looking me in the eye.

"Yes sir."

"Then get your ass downstairs!"  He pointed to the doorway.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard him following behind.  I waited
for him in the weight room, and he led the way into the first play
room.  He fetched a blindfold from the shelf, and I almost said
something, but just watched silently as he approached me.

"Can't have you seeing too much just yet.", he said as he fastened
the blindfold around my head.  He unlocked the door, and led me back
into the mysterious room.  He led me to one spot and kicked my legs
apart with his bare feet.  He then grabbed a wrist and buckled a
sheepskin lined cuff around it.  He did the same with my other
wrist.  He pulled my arms behind my back, and clipped the cuffs
together.  Next, he attached similar cuffs to each ankle, and
spreading my legs even wider, attached them to something in or near
the floor.

"Remember your signal?", he said as he squeezed my harnessed balls.

"Yes sir", came out of my mouth in a rush as I strained against the
pain.  Sam the released my wrist cuffs from each other, and pulled
each arm high over head.  I moaned as he tightly stretched the sore
muscles to clip the cuff to an overhead chain.  The pain was even
worse when he attached the other wrist.  I was left in a standing
spread eagle, with the balls of my feet just off the ground to help
ease the pain in my arms.  My already sore calves grew tired, and
the pain in my arms worsened.  This was NOT comfortable bondage.

"Let's see if we can't get your mind of those sore muscles, eh?  How
about some nipple clamps?  Perhaps alligator clips?  What do you
think boy?"

"No sir, not alligator clips sir."  I tried to sound respectful.

"Well then, I guess I'll start with these..."   I felt something
bite into first the left, then the right nipple.  I drew in a quick
breath at the pain, but didn't make a sound.  My cock was pulsing
with each heartbeat.

"You seem to be enjoying this too much!"  He reached down and
squeezed my tender cock.  "Perhaps we need some weight on these..."

I heard him walk away and return.  I felt him messing with a tit
clamp, then a sharp pain as he dropped the weight.  He did the same
for the other nipple.  This time, a moan escaped my mouth through
clenched teeth.  He ran his hands over my chest, toying with the
clamps.  He moved to my ass, and rubbed each cheek and played with
my raw hole.  Every now and then, he would give my cock or balls a
quick, but painful, squeeze.  I was hard as a rock, and the strain
on my muscles seemed less important.

"This hole just doesn't know what it's like to be empty, I think it
wants to be filled..."  He was working a finger up my ass, while
working my cock with the other hand.  I tensed to hold back my
orgasm, and finally, he stopped.  I just hung, trying to listen to
what he might be doing, coming down from the edge of climax.  I
heard the lid of the lube jar, and figured I was in for some ass
play.  I didn't have to wait long to find out!

"Open wide for Daddy!"  I felt an object sliding up my already
abused hole.  It slid in perhaps five inches, and he attached some
kind of harness around my waist, and between my legs to hold it in
place.  It didn't feel all that large, and it seemed to be quite
flexible, but I was very aware of its presence.  Next, he started in
on my cock again, and would release and re-apply the tit clamps
every now and then sending a fresh wave of pain up to my brain.
When I started to moan at his touch, he stopped, and I heard what
sounded like some kind of bicycle pump going.  With each stroke of
the pump, the object in my ass grew!  He kept it up, until I let out
a grunt.  He tugged at the object, now filling my hole, and added a
few more pumps of air.  Shit!  It hurt!

"Like your boy hole filled?"

I didn't say anything.  I was too busy trying to control all the
pain flooding my brain.  I jumped as his hand slapped my hard cock
and I let out a yell.

"I asked you a question!", he growled.  I heard a small puff of air
escape as I felt him handle whatever was in my ass.

"Yes sir, but I think you're ripping my ass apart!"  I regretted
saying the last part, but it just slipped out.

"Well, do you want out of here?  Do you REALLY think I'm hurting
you?  Think your bleeding or what?"

"No sir.  I'm sorry sir.  It's just that it fucking HURTS!"

"Well, isn't that why you came to see me?  Isn't this what you want?
Your boy cock here seems to be having a good time.  I know from
experience, boy cocks don't lie.  Do they?"

"I don't know sir."

"You know...", he said as he tightened his grip on my balls.  I let
out another loud moan.  "I think I like you best gagged...", he said
as I heard him walking away.  I could feel the heat of his body
standing close when he said, "Now open wide..."  He inserted a
rubber object in my mouth.  It was wide, flat, and covered with
something loose.  It was attached to a larger, soft rubber piece
that covered my mouth.  He pulled it tightly into place, and buckled
it behind my head.  It was then I felt the rubber bulb bounce off my
chest--it was an inflatable gag.  I could smell the latex just below
my nose.

I heard the hand pump going, and it grew in my mouth.  He continued,
feeling my cheeks as he pumped, until it filled my mouth, forcing my
tongue down and jaw muscles apart.  As I started to choke and gag,
he let a little air out.  Between the beer at lunch, and the gag, my
mouth started to dry out, and I knew it was going to get worse.

"That's better, how's that feel?", he laughed, knowing I couldn't
answer the question.  "I think you're ready to see some of what you
might have in store for you..."

I felt his hands behind my head, and soon the blindfold was slipped
off.  I blinked in the light, and felt like I might shoot my load
just hanging there as I looked around!

Two of the walls, including the one in front of me were covered with
mirrors.  I was hanging in the center of the room from a heavy
wooden frame.  Behind me was the examination table I had been
strapped to earlier.  I noticed several enema bags hanging near the
examination table, and considered myself lucky that I hadn't
received any earlier.  Attached to the base of the examination
table, I could see the motorized dildo.  It looked like some kind of
industrial worm drive mechanism, and it was mounted on adjustable
rails.

To my right, there was a genuine barber's chair, and behind it, a
bondage cross attached to the wall.  To my left, there was a heavy
platform with hooks around its entire perimeter suspended by chains
from the ceiling.  There were cutouts for a person's cock (or ass)
and tits.  It was obvious it could be used for immobile suspension.

Along the wall behind me, I could see several interesting pieces of
equipment in the mirror.  There was what was obviously the vacuum
pump, with what looked like a small air compressor hooked to a great
deal of tubing and valves.  Next to it was a cart with a large piece
of electronic equipment on top.  From the various wires attached to
cock rings, the chrome butt plug, and other implements, I assumed it
was some kind of elaborate electro torture device.  On a lower shelf
of the same cart was a commercial EMS machine used for muscle
stimulation.  It had all it's cables and contact pads neatly
organized next to it.  An ultra violet wand was also on the cart.  I
shuddered at the thought of being connected to all that.

Further along the wall, there was a large laundry tub style sink
with a hose coiled up next to it on the floor.  I noticed the floor
was painted concrete with a large drain at the foot of the
examination table--perfect for enema play.  At the end of the wall
was a large section of pegboard, with a great deal of leather,
rubber, and other toys hanging from it.  I could make out whips,
paddles, hoods, harnesses, gags, and several objects I could only
guess at.  One object that didn't require any guessing was a full
body suite made out of black latex hanging in the corner.  It had
several air bulbs hanging from it, and I'm sure my cock grew another
half inch just thinking about being inside it.

I looked up, and noticed there were various hooks, chains, and
pulleys attached to the ceiling.  Track lighting surrounded the
place and several dimmers were located near the door.  Two spot
lights on the track in front of me were directed at my suspended
body.  Unlike many playrooms I'd been in, there were no ass toys
just laying around.  Then I remembered Sam's comment about only new
or sterile things going up my ass.  I looked around, and sure
enough, there was an autoclave in one corner sitting on a counter.
I began to wonder if whatever was filling my ass to capacity, had
survived the autoclave.

From what I could see in the mirrors, the object in my ass was
black, and the part hanging out looked like a salami.  It ended in
what looked like a standard tire valve, but it was hard to tell as
the leather harness holding it in was in the way.  On the floor,
between my widespread legs, there was a small bicycle hand pump--the
kind you can carry on your bike.

I looked at my stretched body, and had to admit I didn't look too
bad!  There was a thin film of sweat covering most of my skin, and
the japanese style tit clamps hung straight down from my tortured
nipples.  The attached weights looked like six or eight ounce lead
fishing weights.  My cock was sticking straight out, and pointing up
at about a 45 degree angle.  My balls looked purple and shiny smooth
between the latex straps.  The latex gag covering my mouth, with the
bulb hanging down between the tit clamps, looked hot too.

Through all my looking around, Sam just stood off to one side with a
slight smile on his face.  When I looked at him, he finally spoke.

"Well, now you've seen what's behind door number two... there's more
in those drawers and that cabinet over there... have to keep some
things a surprise.  Then there's the next room..."  He pointed at
the door to my left.

I looked at the door, and back at him.  He was rubbing his cock and
balls through the latex.  "I think I liked you better when you were
blindfolded..."  He walked over, and retrieved the same blindfold
I'd been wearing.  I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he just
put it back on, and once again, I was in total darkness.

"Might help the suspense even more if we take away most of your
hearing too...", his voice grew weaker as he walked away.  I heard
one of the drawers slide open and he returned.  I felt something
being stuffed in my left ear, and it quickly expanded causing that
side of my head to go "dead".  He repeated the process in my right
ear.  As the foam plugs continued to expand, all the background
noise disappeared, and I could only hear my own heartbeat, and faint
breathing.

What was next?  I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, my ass was
painfully filled to capacity by the inflatable toy.  My tits were
growing numb under the pressure of the clamps and weights.  My limbs
ached from my suspension and the previous day's workout.  My mouth
was filled with an inflatable gag, effectively forcing me to breath
through my nose.  I already had to piss from the beers at lunch.
Worst of all, I knew of several devious instruments of torture that
were around me.  Would he use them on me?  Would he use something I
hadn't seen?  Was he even in the room anymore?  My mind was racing!

To be continued...