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I had drunk too much before, but this was different. The whole
night had been filled with dreams. Well, one dream that replayed over and
over would be more accurate. I wanted to find out what was causing my
continuous pain but, the booze seemed to have a hold on my brain. I would
have only thought this was possible with stronger drugs. Reality, as it
were, was to thread itself between the clouds of a dream world.
The nightmare that seemed to break the dream world focused on the
pain I now felt in my ass and with my dick. I remembered someone working
on my asshole with some sort of widening tool that made my hole stretch to
a size I would never believe possible. Although I screamed that it hurt,
no one seemed to care. The tool was first used to stretch open my hole.
The tool was then locked to hold it open. My muscles seemed to give in to
its tyranny after a while and the pain would ebb slightly. The tool took
each small win as an invitation to widen the hole just a little more.
Finally, my hole could take no more, I think I passed out in an
uncontrollable sobbing attack.
As the dream again appeared as a visible thread, I felt the
stretching tool being removed from my butt. My hole seemed unable to
return to its original virgin condition. I wanted to make the muscles
close my hole but the mental orders never seemed to reach my ass. As
someone continued to work out of my view, I felt a new invader entering my
mud hole. It was hard, fat and long. It seemed to take several minutes
for its hilt to finally seat itself against my hole.
I remembered the word "key" was spoken and it struck fear in my
heart. They were turning something in the plug in my ass and it was
expanding inside my already stretched hole. There would apparently be no
mercy even though I pleaded, "Please, no more. I am sorry. Take it out."
The answer was only more pain. I could feel the butt plug growing
inside my anus. It was too large to ever be removed and yet it still kept
growing. They were turning some sort of screw like device with a key up
my ass. My verbal protests went unheeded and my body again decided to
hide from reality in its dream world.
The next sensation that brought about the slight hint of reality I
would be offered this night was a rubbing sensation in the soft skin
between my plug locked butt hole and my dick. It felt like a spring steel
rod that was connected to my plug and some new device they were now
working on. I had been rolled on my back, but the bright lights still
kept me from seeing my captor.
"Don't move. I've got a nylon fishing line looped around the head
of this miserable prick of yours," my captor said in a voice I immediately
recognized in horror. "It is tight enough to cut your dick apart if you
don't settle down."
"Oh, Katherine, I though I had been kidnaped by someone at the
party tonight," I said trying to understand why she would be part of this
conspiracy.
"You made plenty of enemies with that cock of yours for sure, but
no one but me would be willing to train you into something worthwhile."
"What . . . ?"
"Shut up!"
I could feel my cock in contact with a cold slippery object. I
had ejaculated so many times tonight my cock was now just a limp image of
its former self. My initial feeling was that I was again entering a
pleasure hole. It seemed tight and filled with the juice of love. I
suddenly felt the nylon fishing line. It was, indeed, looped around the
head of my penis and it was pulling my fire stick down inside the tight
tube. As the tube's hilt finally hit firmly against my balls, I could
feel my prick head hit the enclosed end of the tube.
"This locked ring around your cock and balls will hold this all in
place while I get the nylon loop off your dick."
"But I . . . " my stupefied voice trailed off because there was
really nothing I could say.
It took only a couple of brief maneuvers with the fishing line for
my captor to work it off my dick and through the end of the tube I was
going to have to use as my pee hole. The complete length of my dick was
encased in an inch or so tube that ran from my balls to the tip of my
pecker. The tube seemed to curve downward toward my balls. My butt hole
and cock were now both locked in the same painfully crafted torture
device.
"I don't want you to forget you have this all on," was the next
ominous announcement my captor made. "So I'm going to add this locking
ball crusher."
The device seemed to almost instantly be attached to my balls. It
consisted of a tight locking ring that went around my balls. Attached to
the ring was a separator rod that parted my balls and compressed them in
their own skin sack. The massive increase in pain made me pass out again
and return to my drunken dream world.
It was probably an hour before I again tried to open my eyes. I
was having one of those night time hard-ons I had almost every night.
This night it was different. It hurt like hell. The new combination butt
plug and cock torture device was actually a chastity belt. I couldn't get
my dick completely hard because there was no room. The hard stainless
steel enforced the limp dick curvature to what would have been a divining
rod of fire.
Enough of the effects of the alcohol had worn off for me to try to
get the damned thing off my body. As I felt of the device, my heart sank.
The manufacturer had taken every care to make the device smooth and hard.
It had been designed for a lifetime of wear. It fit tightly. There was
no room to extricate any part of my body for its grips.
I remembered what I had done to be placed in the device. My
asshole plug hurt, my dick was hard and uncomfortable and my balls were
stretched to their limits. I would never be able to show myself to anyone
who could help me get it off. It would be too embarrassing. I knew I had
been belted out of love, rather than hate. I would have to learn to be
their slave. With luck I might earn more than the necessary, sanitary
reliefs from my new appliance. | 
