The Attorney
By:
Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)
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Chapter 8
Two weeks later
It took the better part of two weeks for the wounds caused by the piercing of his nipples and taint to heal. The Prince Albert wound site was a different matter. Poor William was a disaster. He did not realize it but I was checking with Dr. Taylor daily and sometimes two and three times, not because of the wound sites but because William’s dealing with the mental aspect of the entire process. Tom explained it to me, and finally I seemed to get an appreciation of what he had been through, was going through, and would continue to experience.
First, it just plain hurt. Because William was unable to see the wound site completely I had to change the dressing, and in the beginning that meant every four hours, day and night, we had to get up, turn on the lights, put down a large gauze pad (we finally smartened up and simply left one on the bed), remove the cock cage which for the first several days would be stuck to the wound site due to drainage. That meant removing any crust and dried drainage, cleaning the wound site, rotating the ring and sliding it back and forth in the wound; allowing any fresh blood to stop, rinsing off the site with peroxide and then applying more antibiotic cream. It took us several times but we finally concluded that when we changed the dressing I made William pee, and that way when we “played” with his cock it was limited to every four hours. After 3 days we were able to cut back to every 6 hours and then to twice a day.
Second, William was still experiencing the normal male urges of having an erection, and every time he did the steel spikes stabbed his cock. I wondered if I had not been too aggressive in specifying a two-inch cage which was an inch shorter than his 3 inch usual soft length. Lots of times we would just get back to sleep from a dressing change, William relaxing in my arms and he would suddenly jerk awake. We were not able to sleep in our customary position and were now sleeping on our sides, with me spooned up behind him, one arm under him and the other over so that I could rub his belly and hold him tight. He seemed very dependent upon me which was a side benefit I had not expected.
Third, while there was pain associated with the erection attempts, William suffered depression as it became obvious to him that he would no longer be a true male; that he had been emasculated. This experience was heightened by the fact that he still had the hormones raging in his body and no outlet and when coupled by the fact that I was not able to “milk” or drain his prostate due to the wound, his mental stimuli and hormonal urges caused him to cry, plea and beg. It was obvious he was being broken. I remember one particular occasion which occurred about 2½ weeks or so after the trip to Atlanta. We had just gotten back to sleep when I felt him stiffen in my arms; by that point I realized it was from his attempting to have an erection. I lay still trying not to let him know I was awake; he lay there shaking and then I realized he was crying. I could not help myself; I stroked his tummy and his face. He took my thumb into his mouth and was sucking on it. Neither of us had said a word and I thought that he had gone back to sleep when I realized he was starting to cry again.
“Ok William, sweetheart; what is the matter?”
“Master please castrate me. Just cut my nuts off; make these urges go away; I can’t stand it anymore; I hurt; I can’t sleep; you can’t take care of my needs; if I had no balls I wouldn’t be going through this. I am so tired.”
Finally I gave him a pain pill so that he would get back to sleep and determined that I would call Tom the next morning.
From my point I was exhausted. Waking up every four hours, going to work, coming home to change dressings, going back to work was tough. Not as tough as what I thought William was experiencing but tough from a different point of view. And then there was the mental fatigue, caused by the fact that I did not hurt and was not having any sexual relief. I could and did regularly get a hard on with the only relief being his mouth. The problem being it was a solo experience; it was not something we could do together. Once or twice I started to jack off but stopped because if William could have no relief then the least I could do was abstain as well.
I called Tom the next morning and first thing apologized for bothering him so much. He said that it was no problem; we were all learning, as what we were doing was the first time, and in the future we would not do a cock, tits and taint at the same time, but rather break it up into two sessions so that at least the slave could be fucked while recovering from the other.
Three Weeks later
His cock was getting better but slowly and his nipples and taint were all but cured when we were lying in the bed after changing the dressing of his Prince Albert. I had been in town at the Rotary lunch and told William that everyone was asking about him and why no one had seen him for two weeks. I told them that he had had a bad case of the flu and just plain didn’t feel good. He was lying in my arms on his side with his head on my chest.
I would stroke him and we kissed and cuddled like the two lovers we were quickly becoming. I moved my head down and took him into my mouth; it was the first time since the Prince Albert being placed. I licked around the head of his cock, tried to get my tongue into his hole, pulled off and licked up and down the shaft. I concentrated on taking him to the gag point and do a good job. I pulled off his cock altogether, licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth one at a time. I was surprised with the amount of sweat that had accumulated since this morning. I dragged my tongue along the creases, spread his legs and licked my way towards his ass hole. I knew he had taken a shit this morning, but he had done that after his shower and I was not sure how I would react to the crack of his ass, its condition, smell and cleanness. I figured nothing ventured nothing gained and sucked and licked my way down. There was no question but that I could tell that he had had a bowel movement since his shower, but it was not gross and he was not dirty, just musky and masculine. I sucked on the hairs around his hole and then did a job on his hole with my tongue. I could tell that I was almost totally recovered when I realized that I enjoyed licking, tonguing and sucking on his ass hole; the taint ring was fun to bite and pull on. He enjoyed it as well. I wondered what would happen if he farted or even worse and hopefully only started to have a bowel movement. I licked my way back up to his cock and noticed the precum that he had expelled onto his belly; I dragged my tongue through it and thought it was favorable, a little like his sperm but milder; a little bit salty and a little bit bitter.
He thought mine was sweet. My cock continued to try and get hard without success; those damn spikes inside my cage stuck into the shaft every time. Thankfully I had no pain from the piercings and other than my cock being tortured by the cage my interest in sex was returning. While I enjoyed servicing TJ and his sperm it did not help me with my cock cage and its intended behavior modification.
I was so happy as William was almost totally recovered. He was making love to me with his mouth, hands and tongue. He was sucking my cock; he was slowly deep throating me, but did what he knew he could do, breathed through his nose and was so damn sexy. Coming up from between my legs where he had been sucking the hair around my ass hole and tonguing my hole. He moved to my side so that he was facing my cock from 9 O’clock; he lay down on his side, reached over with his hand, lifted my cock, laid his head on my tummy and put the head of my cock in his mouth. He simply lay there and suckled on the head of my cock. I have never had anyone do that before. I have always thought that the most effective way to give head was to be active; not anymore. There is no question but it was driving me mad; I needed relief and what I got was slow sensual sucking and tonguing. My orgasm started deep inside me and with a roar overtook me. William never missed any of the first 3 shots; he then took his mouth off my cock and let the next two shots fly onto my belly with the seepage. I was a little pissed off that he had not taken the whole load.
I was so at peace sucking TJ’s cock. I could tell that he was about to shoot his load and I wanted to do three things: first I wanted to take a portion of his load in my mouth and let the balance shoot onto his stomach. I wanted to have sufficient time to taste, smell, feel with my tongue, mouth and lips his sperm; I wanted to really get to know it. Second, I wanted to examine the rest by looking at it, smelling it, touching it with my fingers and then dipping my tongue into it. Finally, I wanted to be able to experience his cock while it was in the throes of what it was designed to do – a delivery system for his sperm. I was disturbed from my analysis by TJ asking me, “What the hell are you doing only taking half my load and letting the rest go onto my belly?”
I could not believe he let my cock slip out of his mouth in the middle of my load. His answer was astounding, “Did you know that when your dick is ejaculating sperm, it sort of pulls back to get a running start, that the slit in the end of it expands and the opening strains to spread itself so as to disgorge the ejaculate faster? I think that your sperm tastes different directly from the source than from when I lick it from your tummy. What is the matter?”
“William, what are you talking about? You were giving me a beautiful blow job and in the middle of it you spit out my cock and let my cum end up on my belly.”
“Sorry about that, but I wanted to understand your anatomy better.”
“Do you realize what you just did?”
“No. What?”
“You gave me a blow job, sucked and swallowed me, ate my ass, sucked my taint, licked my sperm off of my belly and not once did you reach down for you cock or give any thought to you or your satisfaction. You are really getting the hang of what I have been talking about. Now tell me why did you do all of that?”
“I did it because I wanted you to feel good; I know that you still have not had any real release since we went to Atlanta; I did it because it is my duty and responsibility.”
“Did it do anything for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well did you obtain any
satisfaction?”
“Sexual?”
“Yes.”
“No. But there was something different about the entire process. I was not worried about me cumming or my getting my nut. I think that my mind now has accepted the fact that I will never have another orgasm; my days of sperming are over until you say othewise. Therefore when I want sperm I have to get it from you. Therefore I wanted to spend some time learning about it. Don’t you remember when we were kids and first able to ejaculate? We would always look at sniff, feel, and taste our own and then each other’s. Well I can’t any more so we have to share yours.”
“For a moment I thought that I was going to cum when you flooded my mouth. By the way that is the most cum you have deposited in my mouth so far. As far as an ejaculation goes, no I am not allowed to cum or to get an erection. How could I?”
“Let me explain to you the entire plan that Dr. Taylor and I have. As I have explained to you previously, but which we have never discussed, when a man has an orgasm the fluid flows from the prostate towards the penis and merges with the sperm from the testicles and then is ejaculated out. The horniness that you experience comes about from the hormones produced by the testicles; because sperm are ‘alive’ they have to be produced on a regular basis. The fluid produced by the prostate gland is not alive but is merely a liquid transportation means for the sperm and therefore the prostate can become backed up. If I drain or milk your prostate on a regular basis and which can be done without your obtaining an erection then you will not ejaculate your sperm, you will remain in a heightened state of sexual frenzy. No, I never said you would never have another orgasm, what I said to you was you would never have another ejaculation except with my permission. You would experience an orgasm but that orgasm would be as I defined the word.
“Therefore what becomes important for your sexual satisfaction is how I define orgasm. What I am hoping that you achieve is that instead of your experiencing an orgasm that results in your dick getting hard, and then when you ejaculate you experience the satisfaction, is for you to experience the same sensations but with no physical manifestations. In other words your dick remains soft and the only time anything comes out is when you are pissing or when I milk your prostate.”
“Why? And I don’t mean it like ‘why are you doing this to me? Because obviously I have accepted it and whether or not I understand or agree is of no import, but if I understand I may be able to be a better slave to you.”
“The easy part is because it gives me the ultimate and absolute control over you. There is nothing more basic to a man than his sexual satisfaction. It is what sets us apart. On the next level, it is because it makes you so absolutely dependent upon me. I may control you but that does not mean that you are dependent upon me. As any top would do, I have taken away all of the surface things, like your car, house, bank account, and job; I have imposed certain menial jobs like cooking, cleaning and housework; I have exerted so much control over your body that I have had it modified, and quite frankly before I am done with your scrotum you will be deformed. How many guys have you ever seen with a sack like Tom’s slave nurse, whose nuts hang down more than 12 inches?”
“None.”
”Well keep looking in the mirror. You are going to be there one day.”
“I would guess so. I have been in such constant pain that now that it is subsiding, the weight of the ring around my balls is constant when I stand up.”
“Good. Not good that you are in pain from it but good because that is a sign that it is working. I want you to experience pain for a reason I will discuss in a moment but the pain I want you to experience is pain that I cause, control and administer. Let me hasten to add that the reason I want to cause, control and administer pain is because you need it and I need to cause, control and administer it. In addition to the pain, we together will set new boundaries for you to see just how far you want to go. For example, just before we went to Atlanta I shaved your body. You were going to have to shave a part of your chest for your nipples, your pubic hair and cock for your PA and your asshole for your taint. Rather than allowing John to do that I did it in the privacy of our bathroom. You opened your mouth when I told you to keep it closed. The result? You got piss in your mouth. That pushed the limits or expanded them and while shocked you did not resist. You spit it out like you were told but never washed out your mouth. I decided to see how much further you would go, which resulted in your letting me empty the rest of my bladder and your swallowing it.”
“Now let’s see what you have put up. You have allowed your balls to be tortured; your cock physically changed and are in the process of changing its mental working; your professional life; potentially your reputation in the community; your basic freedoms plus the things I have just finished cataloging. You have put all of that up and in return for turning your life and body to me is your trust and faith in me. I want you to make out on the investment. When we get to the end of these physical changes to your life, I want you to experience everything you have wanted and not previously done; I want you to be happy; I want you to love me as much as I love you.”
“TJ, look at what you have been doing.” He looked down and realized that he had both of his hands on the bars in my nipples, spinning the bars inside my tits and twisting the nipples, all without causing any undue pain, no blood and no fluid discharge. “Now look at my taint. There is no pain. I can feel it, but I cannot see if everything looks as good as with my nipples.”
I put William on his side and had him lift his top leg and put it on top of my shoulder so that I could get a close up. In fact the taint was clean; no discharge, no blood and no red or flushed area around the surgical site. I played with the ring and ball suspended from the ring. It looked so good I leaned down and took the ring in my mouth, gently pulled on it, licked around the site, and then continued until I got to his ass hole and ran my tongue across the hole, rimmed it, and then latched my lips to it and sucked on the pleats.
I reached over to the night stand and got some of the lube which I put on his hole. He had recovered from his taint surgery and he wanted me to fuck him. He was moaning, rolling his head back and forth while his hands were on my head trying to stuff my head up his anal passage. I held him on his side while I maneuvered behind him. I decided if we were going to fuck it had to be on our sides as if we did it face down or doggy style it could hurt his dick, and if we did missionary style then we would rub against each other.
“Baby, lift your legs. I am going to fuck you but I want to get my cock into you without touching it. You are going to have to move your cunt around until it gets in line with my cock and I can push it into you.”
TJ and I fought the fight to get his cock and my ass hole into the perfect alignment. We finally succeeded and the fight was on. We fucked from one side of that bed to the other and back again. We fucked for 30 minutes, pulled the sheets lose, soaked them with sweat. At one point TJ’s cock slipped out of my hole, and I moved my hips so that his cock found my hole and I slowly pulled it up into me. When his pubs were flush up against the cheeks of my ass I moaned like a bitch in heat.
My nuts emptied themselves into William. I felt this rumbling like a freight train in my gut on the third stroke and could not believe that I ejaculated so quickly; I truly saw stars, bombs bursting in air and fireworks. I continued my in and out motions as though I had never experienced a half ass orgasm much less one of epic proportions. I pulled my body back from his and looked down at the point where we were joined. I was fucking so hard that some of my sperm had been pulled out of the anal passage so that it gathered on the lips of his pussy and all over the shaft of my dick. It looked frothy, white and had a strong and permeating odor about it.
Other than pausing to look at the combination sperm and anal slime, I did not even slow down much less miss a stroke. My cock sank effortlessly into his pussy from behind causing him to moan and pant. I pressed against his back and enjoyed just allowing my prick to soak in him as one would soak in a hot bath. I am not sure that my prick ever felt so at home, warm or comfortable as it did at that point in time. William was making some strange mewing sound that resembled a cross between a cat being fucked and a death knell. It woke me up and I started the mating dance once again. We had never really fucked in this style before and I have to admit that there was no making of love about it; the activity was purely sexual, purely relief oriented and result focused; there was but one aim and that was for me to impregnate my partner. When I came this time there was no ejaculation involved; the stream of sperm simply flowed. I really think that if I had not been 7 inches up William’s anus and my penis discharge captured on film the fluid would simply have flowed like water. I felt like I was urinating; the seminal fluid simply exited from my body.
When I stopped I was lying up against William and both of us were panting. He disconnected us and I turned over so that he was facing me, kissed me and went down to clean up my cock. Frankly it hurt because I was so sensitive after cumming twice like I had. When I had caught my breath, I pulled him up and kissed him. He was smiling at me when I said, “Tell me about it.”
“It hurt in the beginning. My taint did not hurt, but my cock kept trying to get hard for the five or ten minutes. After that I think that my mind realized that it was useless and a waste of time and effort, nothing was going to change. At some point I quit thinking about my cock and thought about what we were doing and let my mind encompass that thought. It was the strangest thing; first, I did not experience an orgasm but I certainly felt like I was going to have one; I just could not quite get there; it was almost like I was dreaming it. I felt like I was having one, but there is no way; I can promise you that my cock did not get hard and there is no fluid like I had one. The other thing is that what was also in my mind the entire time was whether or not it was good for you; if you were getting as much out of it as possible. I am not complaining; I am just puzzled because all the prior times that I have experienced an orgasm it was the feeling in that area between my dick and my asshole. If you don’t mind the next time we talk with Dr. Taylor I want to talk with him about it."
“Sure you can talk with him.”
“TJ?”
“Yeah babe?”
“One thing that was different was you were pulling twisting and massaging my breasts, nipples and the bars. Not only didn’t it hurt, I am happy that you decided to have my breasts pierced.”
“Why don’t you take a nap? I brought some paper work home and I will order in supper?”
“You don’t want me to fix something? I don’t mind.”
“I know that, but I want you to rest up. We might have a repeat tonight.”
To be continued...
Posted: 04/13/12