It was Friday night at “Prowl,” the local leather bar. It was late in the evening and the bar was packed with the usual crowd of leather and jean-clad clientele. The music was terrific as ever. For some unknown reason, I had a gut feeling that it was going to be a very, very, interesting evening.

There was the usual parade of faces and it appeared that it was just going to be another one of those uneventful nights at the “meat rack,” when I noticed the figure of a man standing in the shadows of the DJ booth. At closer inspection, it was a young man with short curly hair and he stood at about 5'6". At first glance, I couldn’t quite see his face because he stood with his head slightly bowed and just enough in the shadows to hide his features. There was something about the way that he stood there, though, that drew me to him.

I was intrigued and made my way over to where he was standing and, just as the dance lights bathed him in an ice-blue aura, he looked up and saw me studying him. Our eyes met and he smiled, slightly.

At first, he stood there, as if he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t have been doing. I think that he was self conscious at being cruised.

Suddenly, he disappeared into the crowd and I found myself, almost in a panic. Now, I’m usually not like that but there was something about him.........

After a thorough search of the place, I found him standing across the main bar, ordering a drink. Thank God! I knew the bartender and quickly asked him to let me pay for his bottled water.

Again, we looked at each other and the young man made a b-line for my side of the bar, walked right up to me and said thanks for the water. He put his hand out, shook my hand and introduced himself as Keegan. Instead of letting go, he continued to hold my hand, as he nervously told me that he was from South Carolina, new to the area and that he was celebrating his 18th birthday, today.

He was unbearably good-looking with his deep-set eyes and dimpled chin. His lips were full and when he spoke, there was that unmistakable Southern accent. He was well proportioned and had a tight, compact, body. He smelled of youth and sex!

He was wearing a pair of 501s, a black “Athletic” Tee-shirt and a pair of black wrestling shoes. Being a “Foot-Man,” among other things, I noticed that he was not wearing any socs. Instant Hard-on! For conversations sake; I was wearing a pair of 501s, a white “Crew Neck” Tee-shirt and a pair of black “Wellington” leather boots. Where Keegan had no belt, I had a 2" black leather belt, with my handcuff case attached to it.

I asked him, if he was having a nice birthday so far and he said, “Yea, I guess so.” “Well, that doesn’t sound so good,” I replied. I asked him what was wrong and if, there was anything that I could do to make things better. Keegan quickly replied, “You could start by taking me out of here.

Keegan didn’t have a car, so, once outside, we got into my car and drove off. He asked me, if we could go for a drive and talk a little bit. “Sure, that works for me,” I said. We drove away and, after some time, found ourselves in the country and, by chance, on the road that led to my cabin in the woods.

Along the way he talked about himself in a nervous sort of way. The conversation was interesting but it wasn’t what he was saying to me, it was what he wasn’t saying to me. It was apparent that he wanted to say something to me but he just didn’t seem to know how to say it. Thinking back on it, he was young and naive. Besides everything else, tonight was Keegan’s first time to a leather bar and it was a lot for him to digest in one evening.

It was getting late and I asked Keegan, if he had a place to stay for the evening. He said, “No.” So, I offered to let him stay at the cabin. In almost a whisper, he said, “Please.”

The skies were clear and the moon was out when we reached the cabin. I took the key ring off of my belt and went to unlock the door, when Keegan took hold of my shoulder, turned me around to him and kissed me. At first, it was a gentle kiss but it quickly turned to a long and passionate one.

Keegan followed me into the living room and sat down. I lit a few candles and offered him something to drink. He asked me, if I had bottled water? When I returned with the water, he asked me, if it would be all right to have a shower? “Of course,” I said and got him a towel from the closet and showed him to the bathroom.

While Keegan went to have a shower, I went out and sat down on the top step to the porch. It was a warm Summer evening. There was a light breeze that smelled of honeysuckle and distant pine trees. I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes, thinking about the beautiful boy that was just inside. I was lost in thought, when I realized the soft sound of foot steps coming near me. I opened my eyes and found Keegan standing in front of me, wrapped only, in the black towel that I gave him to dry off with.

He stood there for a moment, ran his hands through his curly hair and then loosened the towel around him and let it fall to the porch floor. He was naked, hard and absolutely gorgeous!

Keegan was a naturally muscled youth with a perfect everything. His curly hair was an auburn brown and eyes were a piercing green. He was proportioned exactly to his height and weight. While he did not have a “six-pack”, his stomach was tight and firm. His hands were masculine with thick, short, fingers and his “killer” feet made me hard, just to look at them. They were perfectly shaped. He had a bubble butt, solid thighs and muscular legs. His chest was well defined and his nipples stuck out, nicely, from his pecs. Lastly, he had a thick, uncut, cock with a long foreskin and balls the size of apples. It looked over 8" in length. The only hair on his body was the curls on his head and a patch of golden, curly, pubic hair.

I was so enamored by Keegan that, it was only when he knelt down and with his hands behind his back, I realized that he was wearing a leather slave collar that had been lying out on a side-table in the cabin.

With his head lowered, he spoke softly through tears and said, “Sir, please make me your “Boy!” “I’ve been waiting eighteen-years for this.” “Use me.” “Train me hard and make me your slave boy!”

I waited for a moment and then cupped Keegan’s chin with my hand, raised his face up, wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then, I said to him, “are you sure that you want this?” He replied with a simple, “Yes, Sir!” “Please, Sir!” “I need it, Sir!” And with that, I stood up and Keegan dropped to his knees, bent over and began to lick the top and sides of my leather boots.

I was soon to find out that Keegan had never really experienced leather sex, except for what he saw and read in magazines and on the internet. That would be quickly remedied.

That night, Keegan had his first taste of servicing leather boots. He was a bit clumsy at it but he was so serious and he gave it his best shot. When he was finished, I told him to stay kneeling where he was and that I would be back in a moment. I returned with a black leather “ball” gag and a length of rope. I told Keegan to stand up and to put his arms behind his back. I went behind him and put on the handcuffs, that I had on my belt and locked them tightly on his wrists. I told him to open his mouth and I inserted the gag and fastened the strap securely around his head. He gave no resistance whatsoever. Then, I turned Keegan around and took the length of rope and made a slip knot, which I looped around his ball-sac and tightened until it was good and secure. He stood there, completely naked, collared, gagged and leashed and we were, now, going to go for a walk.

It was apparent that he liked what was happening. His thick cock stood straight up against his stomach and a healthy amount of pre-cum was oozing from his piss slit. All the while, Keegan remained completely stoic and silent.

I took Keegan’s ball-leash and gave it a good tug. He followed me down the steps from the porch and we walked toward the lane that led away from my property. It was actually quite light out. The moon was overhead and it semi-lit the entire path, so there was no need for a torch The heat of the day was completely gone by now and the air had turned refreshingly cool. I walked slowly along the road to give Keegan a sense of what we were doing. From time to time, I gave the leash a tug, just for the hell of it and to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. Keegan’s facial expression said that he liked it, too.

At one point, I think that we had walked for about one-half mile, when I had the urge to have a piss. I took Keegan off to the side of the road and went over to a small clearing in the trees. Next to a small sapling, I pushed Keegan down on his knees, reached behind his arse, pulled the leash through and tethered him to the tree. I removed his ball-gag and told him to hold his mouth open. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out. It was only a moment before I started to piss on him and quickly brought my stream up to his open mouth. Keegan gulped as best he could. He was a natural and swallowed as much as he could. When I was finished, I buttoned my jeans and took Keegan by the collar and pulled him up to me. I told him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue for me. I took his tongue in my mouth and sucked on it, tasting my own piss. I kissed him deeply and caressed the back of his head. I stepped back from him, went around and untied his leash from the sapling. It occurred to me that Keegan might need to pee, so I told him to stand there and let loose. He stood there for a moment and then a trickle started to flow from his semi-erect cock. He went to a full stream and after a few seconds, I told him to stop and hold it. I could see him wince and tense up but he did stop the flow. I gave his arse a couple of good cracks and went behind him, pressed my crotch into his cuffed hands and took hold of his cock. I, then, told him that he could finish his pee. He grabbed my package with both hands, laid his head back on my shoulder and let it flow. I held his cock up and let his piss fountain on his chest and stomach. His bladder must have been full because there was more than enough boy-pee to finish spraying his legs and feet. He was thoroughly soaked and began to shiver, as he stood there. I gagged him, again, and took his leash in-hand for the walk home. It was about twenty-minutes before we got back to the cabin. As soon as we arrived, I released Keegan from his bindings and told him to go in and to take warm shower.

I was already in bed when he finished. He came into the bedroom and I told him to stand at the foot of the bed. I told Keegan that I wanted him to stroke his cock for me and that I wanted to see him cum. I pushed the comforter off and began stroking my own cock, as I watched him. He was already hard when he came into the bedroom and I’m sure that his boy-balls were full of hot cum and needing to release. Both of us stroked our cocks for a couple of minutes, watching each other intently. I told Keegan to stick a finger up his arse. He immediately licked his middle finger and shoved it up his arse without hesitation. He slid the finger in and out and groaned with pleasure at the unexpected assault on his rectum. I told him to keep stroking his cock and finger-fucking himself and to walk over to the side of the bed. I could see that he was tensing up and about to cum. I reached out and took his cock and put it in my mouth. “Please, Sir!” “I’m cumming, Sir!”He shot load after load of his boy-cum in my mouth. It was warm and sweet tasting. I held his cock in my mouth, taking every bit of his load, as I came all over my stomach and chest. When I finished cumming, I told Keegan to clean up my stomach and chest with his tongue. He didn’t waste a second and lapped it up greedily. When he was done, I told him to get into bed with me and lie with his back up next to my chest. I told him to lean back and give me a good-night kiss. He did and, then, slipped off to sleep in my arms.

Keegan was sitting naked on the sofa in the living room, when I got up. He was looking through a catalogue from a well-known leather shop in San Francisco that I had. He didn’t realize that I was standing there. I was watching over his shoulder as he “dog-eared” pages and drew circles and boxes around items with a marking pen. I stood there for several minutes, as he carefully and purposefully studied each item and gave it serious consideration before marking the page or going on to the next one. I quietly backed away and decided to get things ready in the basement for Keegan’s first training session. I thought, this will certainly get things started.

I had converted a portion of the cabin basement into a multi-media room for myself, with stereo equipment, large flat-screen television and wall storage cabinets built all around the room. What wasn’t apparent, though, is that the multi-media room was only half of the true basement square footage. One of the wall-units in the corner of the far-side wall had a latch mechanism that, when tripped, allowed the floor to ceiling unit to swing out and gain entrance to a dungeon.

The dungeon is almost Medieval. The walls are the original field-stone from when the cabin was first built. I had the walls tuck pointed and filled in to give the walls a flat, smooth, surface. When I purchased the cabin, the floor in the basement was compacted dirt. This made the basement damp all of the time so, I had resin and pea-gravel floor poured over a “radiant” heating system. It’s perfect, even in the dead of winter. The ceiling has 8"x10" beams running from side to side and in between, you can see the heavy planking that is the bottom side of the floor above. In one corner of the dungeon, I had a 4'x4', high-rimmed, lead, shower pan installed with an over-sized, 8", open, drain in the center. A shower head along with hot and cold running water taps were installed on the wall and the drain was connected to the cabins sewage line. The drain, also, flushes by means of a pull-chain. So, the shower pan can be used as both a wash basin and a toilet.

The dungeon is equipped to the max; Leather padded table “Rack”, Leather padded “Horse”, a “Saint Andrews Cross (X), a Cruciform Cross (T), Whipping Pole, a Leather padded, “cut-out” seat chair, a steel “Puppy” cage and a variety of other steel apparatuses, from a stationary “Ball” pillory and a stationary “Anal” impaler to a steel stockade with an adjustable fuck-rod. The beams in the ceiling have a variety of steel “Eye” bolts and pulleys. The walls are studded with all sizes of “Eye” bolts as well as several that are embedded into the floor. Last, there is a Medical Examination Table with Stirrups, which I had covered in smooth, black, leather. Even the stirrups have been wrapped in leather. The list of hand-equipment and sex-toys are too numerous to list but it suffices to say, that there is more than ample at hand and from what I was seeing over Keegan’s shoulder, a lot more would be, shortly, be on the way.

The dungeon was in order, so I headed back upstairs to check on Keegan. I found him lying naked on the sofa and stroking his rock-hard cock, while he was staring at one of the pages in the catalog. He jumped up and off of the sofa, when I came through the doorway. I said; “What do you think you’re doing?” Keegan dropped the catalog onto the floor. Without another word, I bent over, picked it up and looked at the page that he was stroking to. It was a picture of a naked, handsome young man in his early twenties with black leather wrist and ankle restraints, a hairless torso and a wide variety of piercings and body modifications. He, also, had several tribal tattoos. I immediately noticed that instead of a leather mouth gag, he was fitted with a thick, vertical, bar bell that passed up through his lower lip, through his tongue and out through the centre of his upper lip. He was hanging by his wrists, in the middle of a room, from a wooden beam in the ceiling. His legs were spreadeagled and each ankle was attached by chains that were secured to rings in the floor. His cock had a “Prince Albert” piercing and his scrotum had matching Hafada piercings. His nipples had rings in them. His navel was pierced and both of his ears had rings in them. His Prince Albert ring There was attached to a chain and it was held taught by another ring in the floor. He was hanging about a foot up off of the floor with a “Cat -of-Nine” Tails lying on the floor in front of him. At the bottom of the page were four smaller, inset-photographs of this young man from different angles. It was very Hot! I could certainly understand, why Keegan was having a wank.

I looked Keegan in the eye and asked, “Is this what you want?” He immediately dropped to his knees and replied, “Please, Sir!, I..................”

With that, I took hold of his collar, reached over him, and gave his arse a solid crack. “That’s just for starters!” “Now, did I say that you could look at and mark up my leather catalogue?” “Stand up and let’s go, here!”

I took Keegan by the “D” ring in his collar and led him down to the basement. His cock was rock hard, again, as we walked down the stairs. His eyes widened as the wall-unit swung open to reveal my dungeon. He was smart enough, though, to say nothing but his grin spoke volumes. God, is he adorable or what?

Once inside, I closed the secret panel-door and locked it. I led Keegan over to a wall with an “Eye” bolt that stuck out at the level of his neck. I put “Thumb” cuffs on him and took a spring clip and attached it to a “D” ring on the back of his collar and then attached him to the “Eye” bolt in the wall. Without a word, I kissed him and walked over to a work bench and pulled out one of its’ drawers. I took out two syringes, a “Foley” catheter with two eyes and a steel clamp. I loaded one syringe with 10cc of sterile water and the other syringe with 10cc of lubricant. I laid these items on a stainless steel tray, lined with several paper towels. Over this, I placed a linen towel. Picking up the tray I walked over to Keegan and placed it at his feet. “Spread your legs and keep them spread,” I said to him in a commanding but soft voice. I stooped down in front of him and took his hard cock in my left hand and removed the linen towel from the tray with the other hand. I kissed the side of his cock, reached down and picked up the syringe with the lubricate. Keegan’s eyes widened, as I peeled his foreskin back and spread his piss-slit open, I inserted the syringe and injected the lubricant down his urethra. I placed the spent syringe on the tray and took hold of the catheter and slowly began to work it down into his cock. This made him even harder than he was and it made the veins in his cock protrude. After I got the first 6 inches or so of the catheter into him, I looked up and saw that Keegan’s eyes were tightly closed. I continued to steadily insert the tube with an even pressure and, all the while, he stood there motionless until it entered his bladder. I could feel his body jerk at the unfamiliar intrusion of the catheter. A small amount of urine began to flow from the end of the Foley and, with his cock still in my hand, I used my thumb and fore-finger to pinch the catheter off and stop the flow. I picked up the other syringe and connected it to the closed line of the catheter and injected the sterile water to inflate the balloon that, now, held the catheter, securely, in Keegan’s bladder. Then, I quickly put a clamp on the open end and let go of his cock.

I got up and stepped away to survey my work, so far. “Looks great!”, I said out loud to myself. I, then, stripped down and put on a black leather cock ring and a jock.

I disengaged Keegan from the eye bolt in the wall and told him to move around the room. I wanted him to get used to the feeling of walking around with a catheter deep in him. “Move your hips back and forth,” I said to him. He stopped walking, put his hands on his hips and did as I asked.

Now, here’s this gorgeous naked boy with his thick, hard, cock, slapping back and forth, thigh to thigh. The two eyes of the Foley catheter extend about 4" from the inside of Keegan’s long and formidable foreskin and it created a whip-like vision. I wanted to fuck him right there and then! And fuck him hard!

I motioned for Keegan to go over and step into the shower pan and wait there for me. I went to the opposite side of the dungeon and picked up a steel “Doggy-Style” locking spreader and brought it over. It was a real turn-on to see the questioning look on Keegan’s face. I told him to get down on his knees and bend over with his ass pointing towards the drain. I opened up the spreader and placed the bottom arm underneath the front of his ankles and put each ankle in its own slot. This spread his ankles about 18" apart. Then, I told Keegan to reach back with both of his arms. I placed each wrist in a slot to the outside of each ankle. I brought the top arm of the spreader down and locked the bars together, creating a double figure 8 and immobilizing Keegan in a kneeling position. This effectively spread his legs and buttocks apart and allowed me full access to his rectum.

I went over to a cupboard and took out 4 rubber enema bags and several different nozzles. Then, I went over and patted Keegan on the back and said to him, “You’re really going to like this!” While I was there, I took his cock and pulled it back between his legs and removed the clamp from his catheter. As I walked away, I heard Keegan make a deep sigh. I turned and watched as a heavy stream of urine ran along the pan and into the drain.

Once at the work table, I took out a bottle of lubricant and a bottle of Castile liquid soap. Along with the nozzles, I laid everything out for easy use.

I took two of the enema bags and squirt a healthy amount of Castile soap into each one of them. This will create the cramping that I want Keegan to experience, as well as the cleansing benefits, too. I filled both of them to the rim with lukewarm water and connected a piece of short tubing to them, which I attached to a “Y” connector. Each of the arms to the connector has its’ own flow valve. To this, I connected a 4' length of tubing to which I connected one of the nozzles that I had selected. This nozzle was a black, bulb with a 6" long neck that, when inserted

to its’ base, created a decent seal to keep all the fluids in.

I walked back over to the shower pan and hung the two enema bags from two chains that were connected to the ceiling. This put them at about 3' above Keegan’s body. From the bench, I took a jar of gel lubricant, took some on my fingers and coated the enema tip. I took another glob of lubricant with my fingers, stooped down and with my left hand pressing on Keegan’s back, began to massage his rectum. He immediately tightened up. I said, “Don’t fight me, Boy!” With that, I rubbed his rectal ring and inserted my fore finger into his hole. I finger fucked him for a couple of minutes, gradually going deeper and deeper with my finger. I almost pulled out of him, only to put two fingers in him. I finger fucked him some more. Gradually, I pulled my fingers out of him and inserted the enema tip into his hole and slowly pushed it into the neck. I wiped my hand on a towel and reached up to open one of the valves and made sure to hold the enema tip in place with the other hand. The fluid began to fill Keegan’s arse. I could feel the initial rush of the fluid coming through the tip and jetting into his bowels. I leaned over and told Keegan to breath deeply. He started to pant and I said, “No!” “Breath deeply through your mouth!” Surprisingly, he took, almost, three-quarters of the bag, until he cried out that it hurt. I closed the valve on the bag and began to stroke his back and massage his shoulders a little bit. I switched to rubbing his shoulders with one hand and with the other, reached up and opened the valve, once again, and emptied the rest of the bag in him.

Keegan had 2 full quarts of liquid in him. Within moments, he began to strain against the stockade and said to me, “Please, Sir!” “I can’t hold it!” “It really hurts!” Well, needless to say, the Castile soap was doing its’ job. I put my hand on his back, again, and said, “You’re going to hold it in for just a little longer.” Keegan replied, “Yes, Sir!” “I’ll try, Sir.”

I gave it a minute or so and told him that I was going to remove the enema tip but that he was to hold the liquid in him until I told him to expel it. I no more than removed the tip, than a jet of clear liquid came out of Keegan’s hole, which was, soon, followed by a muddy-brown liquid and a small amount of fecal matter. It sprayed from his rectum towards the drain but not without hitting his feet and running down between his toes. The expulsion stopped for a moment but began, again, with an even larger volume of liquid and feces. When I determined that he had expelled the 2 quarts or most of it anyways, I deftly put the enema tip back in his hole and opened the valve on the second bag. I saw no reason to clean him up between bags. This time, I said nothing and just let the entire bag fill him. He wanted training. He’s getting it! I gave him a total of 4 bags of Castile soap solution and 6 bags of clear water before I released him from the spreader and told him to stand up.

He awkwardly stood up and was visibly shaking. I wanted to hug him but I knew better. Instead, I told him to stand over the drain, spread his legs and expel anything that was left in his bowels. He pushed and pushed but all that came out was small amount of clear water. I stepped into the pan, turned on the shower and began to wash Keegan from head to foot. I scrubbed every inch of his body. All this attention appeared to calm him down. We stepped out of the shower pan, I dried Keegan off with a bath sheet and, then, I told him to go over and sit up on the examining table on the other side of the room.

After drying myself off, I came over to the examining table and told Keegan to scoot back a little bit and to lie back on the table. I raised the back of the table up, which put him in a semi-sitting position. Then, I strapped his wrists and arms down to the table on each side. Next, I put each of his feet in a stirrup and strapped them in. Last, I strapped his thighs to the stirrup arms, strapped his waist to the table and, finally, placed a strap across his forehead to secure him to the tables headrest. Keegan was completely immobilized and totally vulnerable. I walked around to the side of the table and cranked the bed of the table forward in order to give me direct access to Keegan’s cock and asshole. I said to Keegan, “Are you ready for some more?” “Anything you want, Sir!” He said.

I reached down and massaged his cock and balls and gave a slight tug on the catheter that was still in him to make sure that it was in good and secure. I decided to shave his pubes. So, I took an electric trimmer and removed most of his pubic hair to a stubble and, then, used a straight-razor to shave him. All I left was a small 1" snatch of pubic hair on his lower stomach at the base of his cock.

From a nearby cabinet I took out a 60cc syringe, a bottle of sterile water solution, a 1-liter bottle of spring water, a bottle of mineral oil, a fresh jar of gel lubricant, a Jennings stainless steel dental mouth gag (This medical device is used by dentists and oral surgeons to keep the mouth open during examinations and surgeries.), 4' feet of flexible 3/8" gastric tubing, a medium sized funnel, a stainless steel clip, a bottle of dental spray anesthesia and a double-balloon enema nozzle. (This is a heavy enema retention device. The nozzle is inserted anally, so that the first balloon inflates inside the rectum. This inflation forms a seal preventing any leakage of the enema out of the anus. The second balloon is inflated externally. This forms a tight seal on the recipient’s ass hole, guaranteeing no enema leakage. The enema can be held for a very long time using this technique. Extreme cramping can be induced and they will definitely feel full.) Across the room, I grabbed two, large volume, enema bags and their fittings.

This was going to be a bit extreme but it was better to find out sooner rather than later, if Keegan truly wanted to be totally used or not.

The first thing that I did was to pour in half of the bottle of mineral oil into each of the enema bags and to, then, fill them completely with warm water and shake them up. Next, I connected both bags to the same type of “Y” connector that I used with the other enema bags and it to another 4' of latex tubbing. To this I connected the double-balloon enema nozzle. These, I hung from a portable tree next to the examination table..

Second, I took the cap and the shield off of the sterile bottle of water and filled the 60cc syringe, completely. This, I laid on a tray next to the examining table that, also, held the rest of my equipment and supplies. I covered the tray with a linen towel.

It was time to start.

I kissed Keegan on the mouth and told him to relax and that this would go better, if he didn’t try to fight it.

From a drawer, I took a pair of latex surgical gloves and put them on.

I told Keegan to open his mouth and to keep it open. I grabbed a bottle of dental anesthesia and sprayed the entire inside and the back of Keegan’s mouth and throat. He coughed a couple of times but that’s all. I waited for a minute or so and sprayed his mouth and throat, again. While I was waiting for the anesthesia to take effect, I double-checked to make sure that I had everything that I needed. Check. I turned back to Keegan and took my fore-finger and felt around the inside of his mouth and asked him if he felt anything. He replied with some guttural sound that I took to be a “No.” Next, I held his mouth open and stuck my fore-finger in to the back of his throat, to check his gag reflex. No reflex. We’re ready. I picked up the Jennings mouth gag and put it in Keegan’s mouth and fastened it securely in order to keep his mouth open. Now, I told him to relax and breathe through his nose and to keep breathing through his nose. I picked up the 3/8" gastric tubing and began to feed it down Keegan’s throat. His eyes widened as I inserted the tube with a slow and even pressure until it entered his stomach. Then, I clipped the tube to the mouth gag, so that it wouldn’t come out. All the while that I was doing this, Keegan was clenching his fists. I caressed the side of his face and told him that he’d been a good boy. Next, I lubricated his ass hole. I took and inserted the first section of the double-balloon enema nozzle and inflated it. From a container on the tray, I took a thick glob of amber coloured grease and spread it heavily around his ass hole. Then, I inflated the second balloon and his rectum was completely sealed. Reaching for the tube that was running from the two enema bags, I attached it to the double-balloon nozzle. Lastly, I changed gloves and took the 60cc syringe with sterile water, connected it to Keegan’s catheter and laid it on his stomach.

Standing back from the table, I looked at Keegan lying there helplessly. I said to him, “By the time that I’m done with this session of what your training will be like, we’ll see, if you want more or not.”

Keegan just stared at me.

With that, I walked over to the examination table and opened the first valve to the enema bags and watched the fluid quickly descend into Keegan’s ass hole. As soon as the first bag was empty, I opened the second valve and emptied it, too, into him. With both bags finished , I disconnected the tube from enema nozzle and clamped the nozzle tube shut. He had 4 quarts of the mineral oil and water solution in him. I reached up and felt his stomach. It was hard and distended. I damn near shot my load! From there, I connected a funnel to the 3/8" gastric feeding tube that I put in Keegan’s stomach and held it up in my left hand. I climbed a step ladder on the side of the examining table, until I was standing about two feet above Keegan’s head. I took my cock in my other hand and, after a few moments, began to pee into the funnel. Earlier, I had intentionally drank six glasses of water so that my bladder was good and full, so that Keegan would get quite a filling.

Needless to say, that Keegan was showing a great deal of discomfort by now, with the fullness in his ass and stomach. But I wasn’t finished with him, yet.

One last thing to do. I put on another pair of sterile gloves and picked up the 60cc syringe that I had previously connected to Keegan’s catheter and slowly injected the full 60cc’s in one shot. I refilled the syringe and injected Keegan again and again, until I inflated his bladder with over 360cc’s of sterile water. I clamped the catheter shut before I disconnected the syringe.

This made Keegan writhe and pull against his restraints but it was to no avail. The site of him languishing was fucking awesome!

I told Keegan that I was going to leave him that way for a few minutes, to see how much he could endure.

Keegan kept jerking and pulling against his restraints and by now, was beginning to groan from the pain.

I think that I let him lay there in that condition for a couple of minutes before I went over and gave his hard belly a rub and then took his nipples in my fingers and pinched them pretty good. Keegan’s body jolted spasmodically. I let go of his nipples and said, “I think you’ve had enough for now.”

I took a stainless steel surgical bucket and removed the clamps to Keegan’s enema line and his catheter tube. I put both of the tubes into the bucket and let them drain by themselves. While these were draining, I slowly removed the feeding tube from his throat and disengaged the mouth gag from him. By this time his bowels and bladder were empty but instead of removing the catheter and the enema nozzle, I connected them together. I asked Keegan, if he was alright? He just shook his head up and down. Then, I went around the examining table and released Keegan’s restraints. While I was doing this, I told him that I wanted him to go upstairs and to have a sleep, that I had another session planned for him this evening and that we would be going out to a bar afterwards. I, also explained that I connected his catheter to his enema tube, so that while he slept, his bladder could automatically empty into his ass and that this would keep him from waking up to have a piss. Now, I thought that he would get up right away but he just sat there. After a few moments, I said, “You can get up, now.” He said; “Thank you, Sir.” in a low slightly raspy voice.

I noticed that Keegan was having trouble standing, so I helped him up. He took hold of my shoulder and I could feel his weight on me. I could feel that his strength was spent. So, I picked him up in my arms. He put his arms around my shoulders, put his head down on my chest and began to cry. I held him close to me and kissed his forehead. He just laid there in my arms sobbing. I told him that he was a good boy and that I was very proud of him. I carried him up the stairs and into the bedroom. I laid him on the bed and pulled a sheet up on him, took my hand and caressed his face. I said to him; “Are you alright?” Through half-closed eyes, all Keegan said was; “Yes, Sir.” And with that, he fell fast asleep.

I let Keegan sleep until about 7p.m., when I went into the bedroom and gently called out his name. He woke right away and sat up in bed and had a good stretch. He smiled at me, licked his lips and motioned me over to him. I sat down on the bed and he turned , hugged me and gave me a long, deep, kiss. After we made out for a few minutes, I asked him, if he wanted to continue with his training and, if so, that this would be the last time that I would ask him that question. He put his arms around me, hugged me hard and whispered in my ear, “I’m Excellent, Sir.” “You can do anything that you want with me.” I kissed him, again, and told him to stand up. I sat on the edge of the bed and had him stand up in front of me. I put my left hand through his legs and took hold of the balloon that was on the outside of his rectum and, with my right hand, I felt his stomach to see if it was hard. Well, it wasn’t hard but it was firm. In any event, I was sure that he had pissed in his own ass while he slept and that he needed to have a clean-up..

I said; “Let’s go!” And with that, Keegan followed me back down to the dungeon. I told him to step back into the shower pan.

He did what he was told but before following him into the pan, I stopped and picked up an empty 10cc syringe that was sitting on one of the equipment tables. I, also, grabbed a large goblet from another table, as well. I stepped into the pan, knelt down in front of him and put a clamp on the small section of catheter tubing that sticking out from underneath Keegan’s foreskin. I, also, put a clamp on Keegan’s enema tube that was sticking out of his arse. With that, I took the syringe and attached it to the balloon line of his catheter and withdrew the sterile water. The penile catheter slid out of his cock in one smooth motion. I picked up the goblet in one hand and unfastened the clamp on his enema tube. His urine immediately began to drain into the cup from his arse. The goblet filled quickly and the warmth of the goblet made me smile, knowing that it was because the golden liquid was coming from deep within him. When the cup was full, I took it in one hand and crimped the tube with the other. I handed Keegan the goblet and told him to drink from it. He eagerly took the cup with both hands and, to my surprise, drank it dry. Good Boy! Still holding the chalice, I put his enema tube back in it and, again, released the tube. The Boy urine filled the cup, again, in no time. I dropped the tube from my hand and let it continue to drain onto the floor. I put my hands over his and raised the chalice to my lips. I looked Keegan in the eyes and drank the entire cup down. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and then kissed him long and hard. Next, I told him to turn around and told him to bend over. I released the valve to the external balloon of his enema nozzle and deflated it and repeated the same for his internal balloon. I removed the enema nozzle from his ass and laid it on the shower pan floor.

I cleaned Keegan’s arse and inside-legs with some towels and told him to go back upstairs and have a shave, brush his teeth and take a warm sit-down bath. I told him that we were still going out this evening. While he was doing this, I cleaned up and straightened everything in the dungeon. I, also, prepared for a last minute surprise for Keegan before going to the bar.

It was a good half-an-hour before I went upstairs to check on Keegan and to have a shower. He was soaking in the tub so, I went ahead and stepped into the shower and began to lather up. It was only a minute or two before the door to the stall opened up and in walked Keegan. He took the soap from my hand and began to gently rub my body with it. He scrubbed me all over and then rinsed me off. I poured out some shampoo in my hand and offered some to Keegan. We both washed our hair and rinsed. Keegan reached for a bath sheet and dried me first. I grabbed another bath sheet and did the same for him.

Walking into the bedroom, I stopped, kissed him and told him to go down to the dungeon and sit up on the examining table that we used, earlier.

I put on a leather cock-ring, a pair of black leather pants with a snap-on cod piece, black leather boots and a plain white, crew neck, tee-shirt. A pair of black leather wrist bands and I was ready for the bar.

I went down to the dungeon and told Keegan to sit back onto the table. I raised the back of the examining table to an angle and told him to put his back against it. He scooted back and I put each of his feet into a stirrup. He basically was now sitting in a “bucket-seat” position but with his legs up in the air. His cock and balls were completely exposed to me. Underneath his cock and balls was a section of the table that was removable. I unlatched this section and placed it on a rack. Now his privates were hanging there and ready for my surprise.

I did not strap Keegan down nor did I gag him.

I pulled a mobile table over to me and removed the linen towel that was covering it. I put on a pair of sterile gloves and cut off a length of medical tape. Keegan was hard, so it was easy to tape his cock to his stomach. I wanted his balls to hang freely. I reached over and took some sterile wipes and a bottle of betadine solution and thoroughly wiped his entire scrotum area. Next, I went over to a cabinet and took two bags of sterile saline solution and hung them from hooks on each side of the examining table. I changed gloves and opened two sterile infusion kits and connected them to the saline. Lastly I connected a 2", 18 gauge needle to each line.

I told Keegan that I was going to inflate his scrotum before we went out.

I massaged Keegan’s balls, slightly and took a fold of upper scrotal skin on his right side and pulled it away from his testicle with my left hand. Carefully, I removed the cover to the needle and slowly began to pierce his sack. Without hesitation, I inserted the needle to it’s fullest length and taped it to his ball sack, so that it wouldn’t come out. I repeated the same procedure on Keegan’s left side and was, now, ready to proceed. I opened up both valves and the saline began to run through the lines.

All the while, Keegan never uttered a word or moved.

Slowly, Keegan’s sack began to fill and it didn’t take long before his scrotal sack was the size of a baseball. I measured 250cc in each side and closed the valves. I felt his scrotum and it was nicely enlarged, round and firm. I carefully removed the needles and applied a bit of clear liquid bandage to the entry points in case of leakage. I was surprised, when there wasn’t any.’

I removed Keegan’s feet from the stirrups and told him to stand up. He awkwardly stood up and looked down at his baseball-sized nuts. He just looked down at himself and said; “Fierce!”. I told him to take a few steps. He did and I asked him; “How does it feel?” “They’re really heavy and it feels like I have a bowling ball between my legs.”

“Now, we’re going to go out.” “I want you to go upstairs and put on a pair of grey sweat pants, a white “tank-top” tee-shirt and your leather thong sandals.” “But before you do, I’m going to put a plug in that beautiful arse of yours.”

I put some lubricant on a 6" medium butt plug and in one motion, plugged his fuck hole for the evening with it.

All that Keegan said was; “Thank You, Sir!”

And with that, he hobbled up the steps, put on what I told him to and off we went to “Prowl.”