Jason's Vacation
by Tyjord
His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off.
Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy
and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two
women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about
their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation
dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the
women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging
behind, down a flight of stairs and through a
heavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were
moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around.
They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved
quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the
walls. Opening the cabinet's double doors, the women reached in and
pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well
enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to
push himself off the floor, but failed and fell
back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked
young man and chuckled.
"Ready?" The older of the two women asked. The younger girl nodded
excitedly. "Then let's get to work before he comes around enough to
resist."
He felt their hands on him again, pulling him to a sitting position,
back against the wall. As they maneuvered him, his mind drifted back
to the events leading up to his current predicament.
"No baby, it's okay to talk. There aren't any customers right now.
Besides, the Dragon Lady never comes by the booth on the weekends."
He sat on a small chair, feet up on the cash register counter, cell
phone pressed to his ear. Ignoring the customers browsing around the
kiosk he worked part time at, the young man continued the
conversation with his girlfriend. "Our plans for the summer are more
important than these shoppers anyway." He focused on his girlfriend's
voice, tuning out the sounds of the busy shopping mall.
"Jason!" The voice came from behind him. He recognized it instantly
and in a panic, jumped to his feet.
"Shit Kris, I gotta go," Jason hung up the phone and turned to face
his boss.
"So, this is what I pay you for Jason?"
"Uh, no ma'am," he stammered. Unable to look her in the eyes, his
glance moved quickly to the floor at his feet.
"Spare me, kid," she said. "I heard your entire conversation. To say
I'm disappointed in you would be a severe understatement. Now let's
see if I've got this right, the customers are not important, you're
not worried about your job because I...excuse me...the 'Dragon Lady'
never comes around on the weekends, and planning your summer break
is top priority. Have I summarized your attitude correctly? And look
at me when I'm talking to you!"
"No Ma'am," he replied, looking at the beautiful woman standing
before him. She stood 5'9", almost as tall as him, and had a drop dead
figure. Her long, jet black hair framed a face that could have
belonged to a Super Model. He hated looking into her hazel eyes,
always feeling as though he was getting lost inside of them, melting
away. He called this creature of perfection "Dragon
Lady" only because he didn't want his girlfriend to know how
gorgeous his boss really was. "I...I don't know what to say, I'm
sorry."
"Well, at least you are not stupid enough to make up any lies.
Jason," she said, putting her hands on her hips like a scolding
parent, "I took a big chance hiring you and I expected better. I
stopped by today to have a look and see why sales have been slipping
on the weekends. Now I know. I thought you were worth the risk,
second year of college, steady girlfriend. I thought you understood
the concept of responsibility. I guess I was wrong."
"I..." he stammered and dropped his eyes to the floor once again,
unable to meet her fiery gaze.
"Don't talk," she said. "Just look around. You're obviously not
interested in working when I'm not here. I mean look at how you're
dressed. You don't look like that on weeknights." She looked the boy
over disapprovingly. He was wearing white nylon basketball shorts
and a matching white tank top, athletic ankle socks and expensive,
name brand sneakers. Although she found
his choice of garments unacceptable for work, she had to admit he
looked good. His 19 year old body was well defined but not overly
muscular, toned from the various sports he participated in at
school. She also noticed that no exposed part of his body, except
his head, had any sign of hair. Legs, arms, back, chest, even his
arm pits, were all smooth. The dirty blonde hair on his head had
been cut short in a currently popular style. She knew he was on the
swim team and guessed that he removed all of his body hair for that
reason. All of it, she wondered?
"Ms. Victoria, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can say or do?"
"Not really. Basically, you're fired. The reasons are as follows:
one, you did not come dressed appropriately for work. Two, you were
caught using the business phone for personal use. Three, you were
ignoring customers. Four, you were insubordinate to your boss, the
"Dragon Lady".
"I'm fired?" This couldn't be happening, not with school out for the
summer. He had anticipated a lecture, but not this.
She could see him holding back tears. One thing she could say for
him was that even though he played the part of a tough jock, he was
just a sensitive boy at heart. "That's right," she said, "now I am a
fair woman, so I will pay you for this week. However, I can't right
now, since you didn't make any money today." She handed him a piece
of paper. "Here is my address. Come by my house at 7pm sharp and
I'll have your money ready. Be there on time. Don't disappoint me
further."
He took the paper and stared down at her address, not noticing the
tone of her last statement. He did not understand. She wanted him to
come over? She had just fired him. Was she making a pass at him?
Firing him in order to have more than a boss - employee
relationship? He was upset and confused, his mind a jumble until his
teenaged hormones kicked in. What the hell, he
thought, she's only 35, a widow, and extremely hot, why not?
"Jason," she said "do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, suddenly blushing at the thoughts he was
having.
"Good, you can go now. I'll close up the booth. Remember, 7:00 on
the dot if you want to get what's coming to you." With that she
turned and walked away from him thinking that everything had gone
perfectly.
Back at his dorm room, Jason's girlfriend Kristi was waiting for
him. She had anticipated what had happened from the hang up. "Got
fired huh?"
"Yeah," he said, starting to take off his shoes.
Kristi sat down on the bed next to him in the small room he shared
with another student. School had just let out for the summer and his
roommate had gone home for the almost two months of no classes.
Jason had decided to stay at the dorm since his parents had just
left for a two month European tour. "What are you doing," she asked.
"Changing," he replied. "I have to go over to Ms.
Victoria's house so I can get paid."
"Okay, but why change? She already fired you, why bother making a
good impression now?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, retying his shoe. Besides, he
thought to himself, it was obvious she liked the clothes, despite
what she said.
"So let's go," Kristi said as she stood up.
"Go where, Kris?"
"Over to your ex-boss' place. I'd like to meet the 'Dragon Lady' who
gave you your walking papers."
The argument that followed was pointless and he knew it. Kristi
would not give in so he just knuckled under and agreed, losing any
hope he had of finding out if his suspicions were correct.
As she turned off the light and shut the door behind them, Kristi
thought to herself that everything was going perfectly.
It had all been strangely pleasant, as though nothing had happened.
They had been in the house for about forty-five minutes just
talking, mostly about Jason. Ms. Victoria had brought them soft
drinks and handed Jason a check for his final wages, but said
nothing about the incident that afternoon. She had shown the
pair around her out-of-the-way five bedroom colonial home
that sat on the five acres of her property. She had even mentioned
that she had a small barn out back and that she would enjoy showing
it to him sometime.
He downed the last of what was in his glass and sat there, on the
sofa. He was still holding the check she had handed to him, having
no pockets to put it in. Kristi leaned over and offered to hold it
for him until later. Ms. Victoria just smiled as he handed over the
check and almost fell off the sofa. Kristi leaned him back as the
room started spinning around him. His girlfriend was stroking the
side of his face as his eyes rolled back into his head and he began
to black out.
Jason drifted in and out of consciousness as the two women began
stripping off his clothes. He was vaguely aware of what was
happening, but was too groggy to resist. He saw Kristi hand the
check back to the older woman who promptly tore it up.
"He won't be needing this," she said as she tossed the remains into
the trash.
Kristi had already removed the boy's tank-top, shoes, and socks when
Victoria reached over and pulled off his shorts, revealing the white
briefs underneath.
"Sorry Aunt Victoria," she said. "It was the one thing he wouldn't
go for. He even hates the skimpy swimsuits he has to wear at
practice, so smaller underwear were out of the question, no matter
how much I tried."
Aunt Victoria, Jason thought, fighting back a wave of nausea as the
room seemed to flip over. They're related? He felt his underwear
pulled from his now naked body.
"Don't worry about it sweetheart," Victoria said, "at least you got
him to shave, everything, I see." She rubbed her hand across his hairless groin.
That was surprisingly easy," Kristi replied proudly. "He already had
to shave everything else for the swim team, getting him to do his
private parts after that was a cinch. Especially after I showed him
that I shaved mine. Plus, yesterday I introduced him to that new
depilatory you gave me, so we don't have to worry about any
re-growth for at least two weeks. He enjoyed not having to use a
razor so much that he even did his face with it."
"Excellent," Victoria said smiling.
He had started to come around a bit as they brought him down to the
basement, but was still too groggy to offer up any resistance. He
realized now that everything had been planned by these two women.
His girlfriend of six months and his employer of four were
apparently related, a fact that he had been ignorant of until now.
He wondered what they had put in his drink that could incapacitate
him so thoroughly without completely knocking him unconscious. His
wondering came to an abrupt end as the two women began their task in
earnest.
They approached him with the first item that they had pulled from
their cabinet. It took him a moment to figure out what it was they
were holding. He stared in horror at the black latex bodysuit, not
believing that the way too small garment was intended for him. It
resembled the full bodysuits worn by ballet dancers except that it
appeared to have full coverage for the hands and feet. There was a
zipper that went from the upper back to the top of the high neck and
several openings strategically placed throughout.
As Kristi began pulling the skintight suit up her boyfriend's feet,
Victoria pulled his hands behind his back and locked them together
with a pair of handcuffs. Jason tried to say something, but was
hushed by Victoria who told him that if he didn't remain calm and
quiet, things would get much more uncomfortable. Kristi laughed as
they stood him up and, leaning his upper body against the wall,
pulled the second skin up his legs, stopping just below his butt.
They bent him over roughly and he felt something being pushed past
his ass cheeks and up against his anus. He yelped as the head of the
ten inch long dildo plug pushed into him. The boy squirmed and
gasped as the full length of the intruder slid into his rectum, it's
girth stretching and filling his bottom completely. Several straps
were quickly buckled, locking the plug in place. The bodysuit was
then pulled up over his rear, so that two plastic nozzles attached
to the base of the plug fit through two matching holes in the suit.
Victoria then removed his cuffs, which were meant only to restrain
him while the plug was inserted. The women quickly pulled the rest
of the latex suit onto him, completely encasing his body in the
tight, stretchy rubber.
As the finishing touches were applied, Jason
realized that his genitals had been pulled through a small opening
in the crotch of the suit, and that his nipples also extended
through perfectly placed holes. The boy winced as Victoria zipped up
the back of the suit just before Kristi handed her more items from
the cabinet. The first was a set of leather wrist cuffs which she
used to once again lock his wrists behind his back. The second item
was a wide leather posture collar which she then secured around his
neck, completely covering the suit's zipper. With this high collar
now locked in place with a small padlock, Jason found himself unable
to lower his head.
Victoria and Kristi stepped back and allowed the now fully conscious
boy to stand on his own. Completely helpless, Jason stood still, not
wanting the plug inside of him to move around. Victoria then brought
over a length of chain and attached one end to the center of his
wrist manacles. She then threaded the other end through the lower of
two D rings centered at the back of his collar, and began pulling
the chain down.
"Kristi honey," Victoria said to her niece as she slowly raised the
boy's arms behind his back, "it's time to gag him now. Will you take
care of it? My hands are full."
Kristi picked up another object and brought it over to the helpless boy.
Seeing it momentarily took Jason's mind off of his cramping arms and
plugged ass. It was about five inches long and shaped like a curved erect
penis. It had straps all around it and circling the base was a foam ring
with two molded plastic projections coming out from either side. As she
approached him with the strange gag, he winced as his arms were drawn up
even farther behind him.
"Please...why?" He stammered as his girlfriend turned the gag so
that it curved downward and pushed it into his mouth.
Kristi smiled as she wedged the head of the hard rubber cock deep in his
throat. "Just relax, sweetheart," she said, "it has to go in all the way to
work properly." He wretched violently as she pushed it home,
scrunching up the foam ring so it fit past his teeth. Once in place,
the foam expanded again behind his teeth, securing the shaft in it's position.
Kristi then pulled his cheeks open and slid the molded
plastic mouth guards into place in front of his gums, sealing off
his mouth completely.
Still choking on the fake cock down his throat, Jason grimaced as
Victoria pulled hard on the chain, forcing his arms into a painfully
unnatural reverse prayer position with his hands up between his shoulder
blades. Victoria then padlocked the chain back down to his wrists, forcing
Jason to arch his head back to ease the pressure on his neck. Kristi took
advantage of the boy's distraction to pull the gag's straps tightly into place,
buckling and locking them behind his head.
Victoria chuckled as she came around in front of him and retrieved
yet another item. "He looks so natural with those long, hard cocks
up his ass and down his throat. I think he likes it."
Kristi brought over a stepladder and climbed up while Victoria attached
a second chain to the back of Jason's collar. Passing the other end to
Kristi, Victoria watched as she threaded it
through a ring screwed into the ceiling. Passing the end back down
to her aunt, Kristi climbed down and moved the ladder away, pausing
only to pick up some leather straps.
As Victoria watched, holding the boy's leash, Kristi buckled the
straps tightly around Jason's ankles, calves, knees, and thighs,
securing his lower body together. Satisfied with her efforts, the
girl gave her aunt the thumbs up sign and watched as Victoria began
to pull down on the chain.
Jason panicked as he felt the tugging on the front of his collar as
Victoria pulled the chain through the ring on the ceiling. For a
moment he thought they were going to hang him as he choked from both
the gag and the pressure on his collar.
Seeing the distress in his eyes, Kristi leaned over his ear and
whispered to him, "you can ease off the pressure a bit if you lift
yourself up on your toes." Gratefully he did so, putting all of his
weight on the rubber encased balls of his feet. Immediately,
Victoria took up the slack in the chain and hooked the taught metal
to another ring in the wall near her. Kristi then grabbed another
strap and buckled it around his newly exposed instep.
Victoria walked back to the cabinet to retrieve the next item in the
women's arsenal. Kristi clapped her hands excitedly as she saw her
aunt return with the heavy leather, rubber, and metal corset.
Working together, they managed to slip the back of the corset into
place under the boy's arms, pulling the two open ends around the
front of his body. They had to stretch the ends to
their limit in order to get the attached buckles and straps to meet.
Once all of the straps were threaded, the women began pulling them
tight, not stopping until they were able to buckle them in place at
the last, tightest notch. A heavy leather flap was then pulled down
over the buckles and zipped into place, covering them completely.
The woman then took two small padlocks
and attached one to each end of the flap's zipper, locking it
closed.
The effect of the corset was immediate. Jason's thirty inch waste
had been reduced to a crushing twenty four inches. The pressure on
his stomach was intense and his breathing severely limited by the
constriction of his lungs. Thanks to his mouth filling gag, the boy
could now only manage shallow wheezing through his nose. Panicking
at the sudden decrease in his oxygen intake, Jason began struggling
in his restraints. The struggling did not last long however, as the
inability to take deep breaths prevented any prolonged strenuous
activity.
"Perfect," Victoria said as the two women stepped back and watched
the boy's futile struggles come to an end. They took the moment to
examine the fruits of their labor. Held in place by the neck, Jason
was forced to balance all of his weight on his toes. Any attempt to
lower himself would cause the pressure on his collar to increase
even more than it already was from the strain of his pulled up arms.
Satisfied with their results, Victoria moved closer to the boy and
began to explain...
"We still have a lot to do, so I'm going to make this short and
sweet. The last six months of your life have all been a set up for
this moment. Ever since my niece saw you at your swim meet, she knew
you would be perfect for our plans. No, we don't intend to hurt you,
well, not permanently anyway, but we do intend to use you for our
pleasure. And this is how we get that
pleasure. You're young, good looking, well built, and very healthy,
the perfect boy toy. For the next month you will be our guest here.
You will have to endure every thing we do to you and perhaps, just
perhaps, we'll reward you from time to time with some pleasure of
your own. Of course, that's a long ways off and all good things have
a price as you'll eventually see."
"You know, Jason," Kristi chimed in, "I almost didn't chose you.
That Freshman on your team, Michael, came in a really close second.
But we found out he was already into this stuff, so he was no good
for this stage in our plans." She ran her hands across his face,
tracing the outline of the leather straps that were crisscrossing
his features. "Just know this, baby, your suffering is turning us on
tremendously...try to enjoy it."
"That's enough," Victoria said, "let's finish him up. We have a big
day tomorrow and I want him done so we can get to sleep."
More than happy to oblige her aunt, Kristi set about continuing her
boyfriend's preparation. She picked up a small, complicated looking
set of leather straps and proceeded to kneel down in front of the
bound boy. Working quickly, Kristi first buckled a thin strap around
Jason's balls and pulled it as tight as possible. She then took a
strap that was dangling from the center bottom of the ball strap and
pulled it up between his testicles, separating them painfully.
Pulling this strap to it's tightest position forced the boy's balls
into two distinct units.
Jason squirmed only slightly from the new sensation, trying hard not
to upset his perch. He groaned, once again choking on the rubber
cock head down his throat. Kristi was now stroking his cock. Her
attentions, coupled with the restriction of the ball straps
succeeded in making him hard. With some effort, the girl then
managed to squeeze his erect member into a small latex
sheath that covered it from just below the head to the base where an
attached strap was fastened into place like a cock ring. She flicked
the bulbous, cherry-red head of his cock with her fingernail.
"There," she said warmly, " that'll keep you nice and hard for a
good long time." She finished up by lifting another thin strap, this
one attached to the sheath just under the head, over the top of his
penis head, and threaded it through a flap at the top of the sheath.
As she pulled the excess through, she guided a small, centered metal
ring into place just inside his piss slit, stretching it open. Once
it was securely in place, she brought the end of the strap up to the
top of his corset and buckled it in place. His erect penis was now
firmly held in an upward pointing position, away from his balls.
Victoria came forward with a small metal bar. It had rings attached
to each end and short dangling leather straps. She attached one of
these straps to each of his separated testicles then allowed the bar
to drop, horizontal to the floor. She then began hanging two pound
lead weights from each of the rings under the bar. She put them on
one at a time, watching as the bar fell
lower and lower, dragging Jason's balls down and in opposite
directions. Momentarily satisfied with ten pounds, Victoria moved
aside to let Kristi continue.
The boy's bodysuit had two holes which were positioned right over
his nipples. Kristi came forward with two strange, nasty looking
nipple clamps. She put one of the clamps over his left nipple and
hooked the teeth into it's tip. She then pulled back on a piece at
the rear of the clamp which caused his nipple to be stretched
forward. Once she pulled it out as far as it would go, she engaged
the bottom row of teeth which bit into the base of his distended
nipple. She then repeated the process with his right nipple. Then
with a hand on the middle section of each clamp, she pushed down
causing a tie clip like device to pierce the elongated middle of
each of his nipples.
Even through his gag, the women heard his muffled scream. Almost
passing out from the intense pain, Jason lost his balance and
slumped against his leash. Victoria leapt in, smacking him across
the face to bring him around. Once he was back on his feet, Kristi
attached a light chain to each clamp and hung a two pound weight
from each. "I told you you should have gotten your nipples pierced
when we had your ears done," she said sarcastically, wiping the
tears from the boy's eyes.
"While I go get his 'cocktail' ready," Victoria said, "you remind
him of what's going on behind him. I think all of the attention
we've given his front has made him forget that thick dick we slid up
his ass." Victoria left the room, going through a side doorway and
turning on a light.
Jason could hear water running in the distance
as Kristi went behind him and attached a hand pump to one of the
tubes coming out of his dildo. She slowly began squeezing air into
the already huge plug, causing it to grow until it stretched the
walls of his rectum to their limits. Satisfied with the pressure on
the pumps gauge, Kristi detached it just as her aunt came back in
holding a huge, full almost to bursting, red hot water bottle.
Jason eyed the bag warily because it had a tube hanging from the top.
With difficulty, Victoria turned the heavy bag upside down, allowing
Kristi to grab the end of the now dangling tube. Still behind the
helpless boy, Kristi attached the tube to the second nozzle coming
out of his now painfully inflated plug. After it was secured, Kristi
walked around in front of her boyfriend. "All set Victoria, let 'er
rip."
"This part," Victoria told Jason, "was all Kristi's idea. Although
once I heard it, I was sorry I didn't think of it myself. Remember
this afternoon, when you said to her 'shit, Kris, I gotta go'? Well,
this is a play on those words. Just think of it as," she released a
small clamp at the top of the enema bag's hose, "'I got to go shit
Kris', instead. Unfortunately, you won't be able to." Victoria hung
the filled one gallon bag from the chain attached to the boy's neck,
allowing gravity to do it's job.
Jason saw Kristi smile evilly as he felt the first of the flowing
hot, soapy water enter his bowels. She placed a hand on his
tightly corseted stomach, rubbing the thick material in mock
sympathy. Jason felt the first cramps hit him like a knife. With his
stomach unable to expand due to the corset, the pressure forced the
punishing liquid higher and higher into his intestines.
Jason squirmed in his bonds as the cramps intensified. he thought he
was going to explode as the last of the fluid drained out of the bag
and into him.
"That was quick," Kristi said, almost disappointed, "can we give him
more?"
Victoria looked thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. One gallon is
quite a bit. We just can't see the results because of the corset.
trust me though, he's quite full." Jason moaned in agreement. "Why
don't you clean up the enema supplies while I go get the other
'cocktail' we discussed?"
Victoria headed upstairs as Kristi clamped off the tube, sealed
Jason's anal plug, and removed the enema bag. Jason tried to
communicate his distress as his girlfriend worked around him. She
ignored his whimpering pleas and just smiled at him, finishing up
just as her aunt returned with yet another, albeit smaller, filled
enema bag with hose.
Victoria attached the new hose to the boy's gag and opened the
clamp. "This is a special drink we cooked up just for you. It
contains, not that you won't find out for yourself in a little
while, a powerful colonic cleansing solution that's going to loosen
up all of the nasty stuff in your upper intestine and force it out.
Of course, it won't be able to go anywhere with you plugged up, so I
wouldn't worry about it too much," she smiled sweetly. "It also
contains a very strong diuretic that's going to make your bladder
drain. Kristi will be seeing to that in a moment. And finally, it
has a mild emetic which will make you want to vomit. But, as you can
no doubt tell from that very restrictive gag you're wearing, nothing
can come out of your mouth, so I don't recommend giving in to the
nausea."
Jason began to wretch as the fluid poured out of the cock gag
embedded in his throat and ran down to his already full stomach,
mixing with the still hot, soapy enema water. He felt like he was
going to drown as his gag reflex forced the liquid into his already
burning gut. For a moment he almost lost his balance again as a
massive cramp hit, but he managed to right himself,
doing his best to block out the pain.
Once the bag was empty, Victoria stepped aside and allowed Kristi to
kneel once more in front of the boy. Holding another item, Kristi
grabbed hold of Jason's swollen cock. Carefully, she slid the end of
a thick plastic catheter tube into his held open piss slit. The tube
fit right through the ring embedded in the mouth of his penis. Using
firm pressure, Kristi worked the entire length of the twelve inch
tube into his shaft, watching with satisfaction as his body jerked
with every inch. Once imbedded in his
bladder, Kristi clamped off the tube then retrieved her hand pump
and inflated the attached balloon inside of him, ensuring that the
catheter would not come out on its own.
"Jason sweetie, you ok? We're almost done here," Victoria said as
she came forward holding another piece of black rubber. It was a
full stretch hood with a small hole in the mouth area for the gag
tube, and two thick tubes at the level of his nostrils, each several
inches long. Victoria stretched the hood over his head and pulled
the tight material down, blocking out his vision and completely
covering his face. She adjusted the contouring rubber so that the
hole and tubes were properly positioned. Otherwise airtight, Jason
found himself breathing through the tubes that were now penetrating
his nostrils. Unable to see, the boy felt something get attached to
his catheter and then what was obviously the other end, was pushed
through the hood and onto his gag tube. he trembled, realizing that
the diuretic would start working soon.
Victoria attached the hood to the boy's collar, completing his
rubber encapsulation. She then lengthened the two nostril tubes by
attaching a Y-shaped adapter piece that tapered into a single tube.
Leaving that dangling at his side, she forced three inches of tubing
into each of his nostrils and up his nasal passage. She clipped the
single tube piece into place on the upper lip of his hood and gave a
small tug to ensure the tubes would not come out. Satisfied, she
waited while Kristi handled the next part of Jason's torture.
Victoria's niece took a black electrical cord and attached one end
to a plug in hole on the boy's inflated dildo, she then plugged the
other end into a nearby electrical outlet. The women watched as
Jason began shifting on his toes, lurching as the now vibrating cock
thrust violently in his rectum, churning up his enema.
Pleased with the state of the boy, the women picked up a large
bucket and the enema bag and moved into the small sideroom where
they proceeded to give each other a two quart enema. They held the
liquid as each pissed into the bucket. After fifteen minutes, they
expelled the contents of their bowels into the bucket as well.
Bringing the bucket, filled with their waste, they returned to the
room where Jason was suffering in muted agony. They put a thinly
slotted cover over the top of the bucket and set it next to the boy.
"Well, Jason, this is it, the last of your preparations for now. We
control every part of you and now we're even going to control your
breathing. Kristi..." With those words from her aunt, the girl
picked up the boy's dangling nasal tube and attached it to a small
nozzle on the bucket, just above the filled level. Jason recoiled as
he breathed in the foul, stinking air that passed through the
slotted top and got sucked into his tube.
"Oh," Kristi said suddenly, "we lied. I forgot something." With
that, Kristi unclipped the clamp on the boy's catheter. The women
watched as the uncontrollable flow of his urine drained into his
throat. They surveyed their handiwork as the boy struggled to keep
from vomiting. The boy looked like a deformed, perverted black
rubber mannequin.
Arms numb and calves aching, Jason's body was an immobile, sadistic
artpiece. his bowels were cramping intensely from both the huge
enema and the now taking effect colon cleanser. Unable to release
due to the huge, vibrating, inflated dildo that sealed his rectum as
tight as a drum, the suffering boy endured each wave of pain by
attempting to focus on his other distractions. As if the fetid air
was not enough to make him nauseated, the emetic had kicked in and
Jason had to consciously prevent himself from vomiting in order to
keep from choking on anything that welled up in his throat.
Thankfully he had apparently downed the first wave of his piss, but
he knew their would be more.
Strangely though, Jason was aroused and felt as though he would cum
if only one of the women would just touch his tortured cock. Of
course the ladies had already decided that gratification was not
something in their plans for the boy in the near future. Knowing
this, Jason began to accept his fate.
Giving the nipple and ball weights a swing, Victoria said, "It's a
little chilly down here, maybe we should do something to make him
more comfortable." Kristi laughed at the comment and helped Victoria
move two halogen floor lamps into place with their high output bulbs
pointing at the boy from the front and back. Turning them on caused
the area around Jason to rise to almost 90 degrees. Inside his latex
bodysuit, the boy began to sweat causing the rubber suit to contract
in the heat.
"He looks wonderful," Victoria said. "Let's let him get some sleep.
Tomorrow's going to be a big night and he'll need at least 24 hours
rest to prepare."
Shocked at the thought of being left like this for 24 hours, Jason's
mind began transferring all of his tortures into one lump ache.
Slowly the boy phased out and became one with his suffering. He was,
however, still aware enough to hear Kristi's last comment as she and
her aunt exited the room.
"Do you think Jason will enjoy playing with Michael once we get him
down here?"
"It doesn't really matter," Victoria responded as she shut the
overhead light and closed the door behind her, locking it, "we sure
will."
The End?
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