A Place to Stay – Screen Testing
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Terri
Feb 17, 2012, 9:23:25 AM2/17/12
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Adam's descent into fantasy hell continues. Again, my thanks to Tyjord
for his original story. His characters, Adam and Fiona, have truly
found a wonderful life together. Well, at least a wonderful life for
one of them.
A Place to Stay – Screen Testing
Adam could not possibly imagine how miserable things were going to be
for him and how Fiona, and Wendy, would start to logarithmically
increase the intensity of his trials with a progressively diminishing
degree of hope for the poor boy. He was lured by the thought of fame,
riches beyond comparison and a life with two beautiful women in Costa
Rica that would “satisfy” his sexual appetite forever. The truth was,
that the longer he stayed in the company of Fiona, the less likely it
would be that Adam would ever have a chance at a normal life, return
to England or see his family. Her and Wendy's plans for the poor Brit,
who seemingly had disappeared off the face of the earth, were
progressing smoothly and diabolically. One step at a time. They would
drop him further and further down into a pit of despair, testing
Adam's resolve to become the most famous Internet persona ever. One
step at a time.
When Adam awoke the next day, he was laying next to Fiona in her
gigantic bed. Tucked under the soft and plush down covers, he reached
down and touched his huge swollen erection. The continuous ingestion
of Viagra hidden in the meals Fiona made for the boy maintained him in
an almost permanent state of hardness. He was completely unaware that
Fiona, aka “Mumsie”, was feeding him a three-times-daily regimen of
the erection-inducing drug to insure that he was constantly aware of
not only his male sexuality but of his unceasing need to cum at her
hands. His pecker would become the poor boy's brain. Fiona and Wendy,
aka “Aunt Wendy” would make certain of that. His pecker would start to
make all his decisions – horrible and unforgiving decisions. He was
becoming their puppet.
Fiona's ex-fiance had escaped just when the two women were on the
verge of making him their permanent sex slave and faceless, nameless
“star” of their soon-to-be-launched Internet porn site. They would not
make the same mistake with Adam, who before long would only be known
as “Number 28”.
Adam's real identity had been totally expunged when Fiona secured then
destroyed his work visa and other important papers. He did not know
this. He thought that his identity papers were still locked away by
his roommate's cruel and unyielding landlord who refused Adam access
to the flat simply because his name was not on the lease. He had given
up any hopes of retrieving them, and when Fiona had told him that she
would work some magic on the landlord, Adam stopped thinking about
them entirely and started concentrating instead on his new and
promising working arrangement with “Mumsie” and “Aunt Wendy”. Under
their thumbs, Adam would cease to exist, becoming only a number to
them and soon to the entire world as well.
Beneath his hips on Fiona's silky sheets, Adam felt a pool of fresh
sticky cum. At first he thought it could have been from a nocturnal
emission. After all, he had had some strange and kinky dreams that
night. Momentarily, he realized that Fiona was waking too, and as she
rubbed her well trimmed pussy with one hand, she reached over and
squeezed Adam's andiron, whispering in his ear that he had cum so hard
and long inside her that she must have passed out. “How long did you
continue? How long did you continue to ream my cunt, Big Boy? Hmm? I'm
absolutely soaking!”
The truth is that Fiona had given Adam a sedative before he ever hit
the sheets. He went out like a light. Fiona, not wanting his sperm
inside either her mouth or her cunt or any other of her cavities, had
woken up a couple hours before dawn and jerked off the poor boy a
couple times, leaving him in the pool of his own cum. Here he thought
that he had shagged the forty-one year old beauty, perhaps even
several times during the night. Nothing for Adam could or would ever
be further away than that dream.
“I'm … I'm … I'm …,” Adam started, not knowing exactly what to say.
“Pussy got your tongue?” inquired Fiona. She reached down and took the
poor boy's cock between her two palms squeezing them together as if
she were praying. As he watched her masterful touch, his head swelled
to almost twice its ordinary “hardened” size above her polished finger
tips, then when the pressure of her palms was too great, he came and
came - loads.
“That's my boy. Cum for Mumsie. Cum like you did all night, filling
your Mumsie with sonny's seed. It's okay if you fuck your Mother.
That's okay. I like it. You should always pretend that I'm your Mumsie
and you'll be my adorable son who I crave night and day. I get off on
that fantasy, don't you, Big Boy?”
For all the talk the night before about her needing a “man” and Adam's
wanting to exclusively fill that role in hers and Wendy's business
model, Fiona had kept emphasizing his role instead as her “boy”, her
“son”, her “Big Boy”, sonny. Fiona and Wendy needed a young man, any
young man over the age of eighteen, to be their marionette. Adam was
twenty-one years old. He, as their puppet, Number 28, would be strung
up all right, but he would be their incestuous prize, a boy toy, who
would have to endure the harshest, cruelest and most humiliating
online punishments while they, as “Mumsie” and “Aunt Wendy” doled out
what their Internet subscribers invented for their “boy”.
The trap had been set. Adam had been stuck like the gooey sperm pool
below him in Fiona's bed in hers and Wendy's web of deceit. He'd be a
“partner”, but he'd be that faceless, nameless and permanently silent
partner that Fiona's ex-fiance could not tolerate becoming. Adam would
tolerate anything the pair would dole out. He had a point to make. He
was a full partner, well at least in his mind, and a “man” even if he
had to portray a son who succumbs to his Mumsie's and Aunt Wendy's
sultry charms for sexual favors. The black widows had him where they
wanted him. While they reeled him in deeper, he wondered just how they
would protect his real identity, as if that existed any more, while he
would be displayed on their Internet porn site. He really needed to be
worrying about basic survival, not the inane details of the women's
logistical plans for him.
Adam didn't know what to say to his newfound mother image. His pecker
had taken over for his brain. What's that old cliché – a man only has
enough blood to fill one of his brains – in his cranium OR in his
pants. Adam was starting to lose control of his cranial brain. But he
knew it and he liked it. He was falling in love with his “Mumsie”, and
soon enough the poor boy would have no willpower to resist her no
matter what she asked of him. He was not aware that his “Aunt Wendy”,
who he had only seen in a photograph on Fiona's piano, was the more
evil of the two women. Her craving for Internet riches far outweighed
the need for caring for Number 28. After all, he was just a number.
Why do you think they named him, Number 28, in the first place. He was
their 28th male “subject” and he would be their final “subjugation”
piece. Nameless, faceless, perpetually bound and gagged, Adam meant
absolutely nothing to Fiona. He was just a means to an end – a rich
and lucrative lifestyle with Wendy in Costa Rica. He meant even less
to Wendy.
“Does my boy need a bath?” asked Fiona as she smeared her hand in the
pool beneath Adam's ass and took a finger and started it up his bum.
He was being reeled in like a marlin on a big hook.
Adam was speechless. “Um … um … Mum … Mumsie, ...”
Fiona put a finger from her other hand to his lips, “Is my poor boy
embarrassed by fucking his Mumsie all night, cumming in buckets in her
sheets, then jetting uncontrollably in her hands this morning?”
With her finger held to his lips still, trying to keep the poor boy
silent as she guided him though some imagery for that weekend, Fiona
said, “Be a good boy and do as Mumsie says now. I'll wash you off, if
you promise to be a 'good' boy. Do you promise to do exactly as Mumsie
says?”
He nodded, “Yes,” but he was silent as Mumsie worked her magic on him.
Fiona grabbed Adam's balls and pulled him out of bed and made him walk
next to her, albeit slightly behind as they proceeded to her master
bathroom. She was wearing a long black, thin silky nightgown whose
spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders revealing the sides of
her ample breasts to the embarrassed boy. Fiona led him to her
bathroom, which was enormous. Turning to lock the door, which made no
sense in reality because they were the only two in the house and Wendy
would not join them until later that evening, only gave Fiona a level
of control over Adam that she needed to establish a patterned
subconscious reaction from him. He was stuck. He couldn't get out. The
lock was a deadbolt and Fiona had taken the key and as Adam gawked at
the gaudiness of Fiona's bathroom palace, she tucked it in a small
bucket of washcloths next to her sink.
Bending over the tub, but still holding his ball sac with her iron
grip, she turned the water on HOT. In fact, there was very little cold
water trickling out by design – her design. Above him on the shower
rod were two large enema bags that mesmerized the poor boy. One was a
four-quart clear bag with the hose hanging down from its bottom. The
top was open, which would permit a nurse, or Mumsie, or Aunt Wendy, to
fill it with more fluid as it was already emptying into her patient.
The other was an even larger black, but traditional rubber enema bag
that hung from its bottom and the tubing extended out a tap that was
screwed into it. From each bag there extended a long length of clear
tubing ending in nozzles. The first nozzle was an ordinary long white
douche nozzle. The other, which captivated Adam completely, was a
seven-inch long, two-inch in diameter black rubber monster. They both
tapped against the side of the tub as it was filling the room with
steam. Fiona wanted Adam to become totally paralyzed seeing the two
enemas that awaited him. The bags just needed the right contents and
Fiona needed the right time to engage the poor boy in his fillings.
On the vanity next to the tub rested a coil of tubing that Adam was
curious about.
“What's that?” he asked pointing directly at it.
“What's that, Mumsie?” Fiona said sternly, correcting him.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Mumsie. What's that, Mumsie?”
“My dear, that is 30-inch long colon tube. It goes up your rump
through your anus, filling your sensitive rectum and extending deep
into your colon. If we need to, I can connect a second tube. If we
need to.”
“Will we need to?” he blurted out with some trepidation.
“Will we need to, Mumsie?” she said again even more sternly than
before. “You told me that you would be a 'good' boy while Mumsie
washed you in the tub. Do you remember that promise?”
Ashamed, and desiring that Fiona wash him completely in a fantasy come
true for the poor boy, he asked again, politely, “Will we need to,
Mumsie?”
“I'm afraid so, sonny. We have to cleanse you thoroughly for Aunt
Wendy. She's meeting us at the airport this evening. If that means
repeated enemas and fillings with a colon tube or tubes as the case
may be for you, then so be it. You did promise to behave Mumsie. Now
be a 'good' boy and Mumsie will wash your penis and your bum. Won't
that be delightful?”
Adam couldn't take his eyes off the colon tube. He nodded his
acquiescence as the tub continued to fill with nearly boiling water.
The colon tube was technically a “32 Fr” or nearly a one-half inch
tube, which wouldn't cause much concern, except the tube would expand
as it is filled with fluid to fill the colon from side to side. It was
made of a special elastic rubber that stretched to create a super
tight fit inside, in this case, Adam's posterior.
“Will it hurt, Mumsie?” he asked in a panic.
“Well, sonny, it won't be pleasant. It may cause you some moderate
discomfort. Soooo, I may have to restrain you in my special room while
I cleanse your backside. Don't worry. Mumsie will take care of her
poor little baby.”
Now Adam's status had degraded from “man” to “boy” to “baby”. Fiona
had him right where she wanted him.
Adam squirmed in her hands that tightened around his balls so tightly,
burying her nails into him, as if to exert a message that he was going
to be going nowhere and he would be doing exactly what she wanted him
to do, even if it meant full physical restraint.
Next to the colon tube was a black box that peaked Adam's ADHD-like
curiosity as well.
“What's in there, Mumsie?” he asked in a breathy way, not knowing if
he really wanted to know the answer.
Reaching over and flicking the top open, Adam saw a set of enema
nozzles that frightened the poor boy making his knees wobble.
“It's a set of nozzles that are more specialized, sonny. You can see
that the shortest one is rather stubby. It doesn't go in very far, but
it will stretch your anus a good two inches wide across. That one I
will need to hold inside you as it is likely to work its way out
otherwise even with no lubrication.”
Adam's cock started to drip pre-cum.
“Mumsie sees that this is exciting my poor baby. Does it excite you,
baby? Does it excite you to think of Mumsie sticking a thick stubby
nozzle in you and holding it so you can't expel it? Does it?”
Adam could only nod his head in the affirmative, staring at the other
longer and more oddly shaped nozzles sitting next to it in the case.
Fiona turned off the scalding water in the tub and reached over and
lifted a nine-inch long nozzle with a large bulbous head. Removing her
hand on his ball sac, she held it up and felt it like it was a cock,
teasing the bulb with her finger nail as she scratched across it.
“This one goes in VERY deep, baby. I would have to wrap some adhesive
tape around the end of the tubing and strap the tape across your
cheeks to prevent you from accidentally dislodging it or worse yet,
having you suck it in deeper than it is intended. Does that sound
scary? We wouldn't want to have to take 'baby' to the hospital and
have a nurse go fishing out a nozzle that got stuck up inside you,
would we, baby? Whatever would you tell the nurse when she asked how
this happened?”
Embarrassed beyond belief, Adam shook his head from side to side. “No,
Mumsie. I'm okay. I'll do what you say.”
“Of course you will, baby. Slip into your bath, baby. Mumsie will wash
you and your private parts and explain the other three nozzles so
you're not a frightened little baby. Aunt Wendy likes to use the
nozzles in this black case on her baby nephew.”
“I'm not a 'baby'!” he yelled.
Slapping his one ass cheek with her free hand, Fiona said without
blinking, “That's no way to speak to your Mumsie. Does Mumsie need to
stick a bar of soap in your mouth or up your bum to remind you to
behave? Does she? Or do you want me to rub some Ivory soap across the
top of your slit? Hmm? Are you going to be a good, baby, or do I have
to call Aunt Wendy and have her call off her trip and our plans
together?”
Not wanting to jeopardize his chance at fame and riches as their full
partner, Adam meekly said, “I'm sorry, Mumsie. I'm sorry. I'll be a
good boy from now on.”
“One more outburst from you and I will give you a taste of Ivory soap
in three holes. Is that clear, baby? Is that perfectly clear?”
“Yes, Mumsie,” said Adam sheepishly. He tried to distract Fiona by
asking, “When is Aunt Wendy arriving, Mumsie?”
“We'll go to the airport later, sonny. Don't you worry. But after we
get you cleaned up inside and out, we need to go buy you some nice new
clothes for meeting her properly.”
“Okay, Mumsie.”
“She likes her little ones in nice pretty dresses.”
“What!”
“Okay, young man, prepare for a soaping you won't forget. I told you.
No more sassing me. I'll tell you that Aunt Wendy won't tolerate it
either and she will be much more brutal than your Mumsie in
disciplining you.”
Adam stepped into the tub, but his foot was burning in the hot water.
Pulling it out and dripping water on the floor, Fiona slapped his
other ass cheek so hard that her handprint was embedded in his ass
cheek.
“I said, 'Get in!'”
Adam tried again, but the water was far too hot. “It needs more cold
water, Mumsie.”
Fiona took a large bar of soap and shoved it in Adam's mouth.
“In! Now!” she ordered with a loud voice.
Adam stepped in the tub with two feet which instantly started burning
and turning the color of lobsters being cooked in a pot. He did not
feel like could not sass his Mumsie or ask her any questions or demand
more cold water be added, less he lose the chance at notoriety and
wealth as a partner with Fiona and Wendy..
“Sit down! Now!”
Adam started to sit down and realized that his ass cheeks were burning
too and soon his cock and balls would be submerged and that his legs
would be fully underwater. Once the poor boy was fully seated, the
water came up to his nipples. He was burning up, almost being boiled
alive. Sweat was pouring from his hair and face.
Fiona took a washcloth and soaping it up with lather, she ordered him
to get on his knees and raise his bum to her. He did so. Fiona took
one finger and pushing it inside the washcloth like it was a finger
puppet, she shoved it in Adam's anus. He moaned beneath the bubbling
soap bar still held between his teeth and lips.
Fiona twisted and turned her finger inside his rectum, pulling it out
completely before ramming it back inside him. Over and over, she
fucked his rectum with her finger before adding a second one. Adam was
kneeling in the boiling water and his skin was beet red where the
water had scalded him.
“One of the other nozzles,” Fiona started as if if nothing was
happening at all, but she was still sticking his bum with her soap
covered fingers now, sans the washcloth, “it is used for corkscrewing
the anus and rectum.” She held it up and Adam turned around to see her
maneuver it in the air as if she were uncorking a wine bottle.
“The other two nozzles … well, I'm afraid that I shouldn't tell you
they're used for, because they'll likely scare the wits out of baby.”
Mystified what the two other nozzles, misshapened and bizarre in their
size and almost pointed at the end, Adam turned around and with a
pathetic look in his eyes, begged Fiona for an explanation of what
they were. Under his soap-filled breath, we uttered, “What are they,
Mumsie? You can tell baby.”
“Oh, my, baby. You promise not to run and hide in the closet.”
Adam shook his head, “Yes.”
“Well, these other nozzles are used inside the urethra to douche our
little boy.”
Adam cringed at the thought and twisted his body in the tub.
Fiona held up both of them at the same time so Adam could see them and
imagine them drilling down inside his engorged cock. The one came to a
point like an awl, but he could see a tiny hole in its business end.
The other one was curved and undulated. He could only imagine it
inside him, twisting and turning inside him before it reached its full
length.
“Then Mumsie and Aunt Wendy will fill your bladder, like an enema in
front, and have you hold it while we play with you. Doesn't that sound
like fun?”
It didn't at all, but Adam knew he had to go along with this woman who
was twenty years his senior. Although he was twenty-one years old, he
felt like he was five.
“Turn around and put your hands in the water behind you. Arch up and
present me your dirty cock. I still have to finish your punishment for
sassing me.”
Adam reluctantly did so, burning his hands and arms as he arched his
back. Looking up at his swollen red, irritated cock and the burned
crimson skin on his abdomen and thighs, Fiona spread his cock head
apart.
“This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you, baby, believe
me.”
Somehow, Adam did not believe her.
As she held his slit open, she took a bar of Ivory soap that was
floating in the hot water and whose exterior was melted into a skin of
¼ inch of soft soap all around and rubbed it across Adam's hole,
letting the soft soap accumulate in his hole before pushing it down
inside him with her thumb.
Adam moaned beneath his soap gag.
Over and over, Fiona rubbed the soft soap skin of the soap bar into
him. Over and over, she plunged the caustic soap further and further
down his shaft.
Once satisfied that he had “learned a lesson” in control, her control,
Fiona went about scrubbing his body with a rough scrub brush that just
irritated Adam's raw, red skin even more.
Suds were pouring out his mouth and dripping down his chin and across
his chest.
“You are making a big mess. Just swallow those bubbles. They won't
hurt you. Besides, if you don't stop, I'll make sure you get both
enemas this morning, then move you to the 'clinic' so I can insert a
double colon tube inside you and fill it with hot water..Have you ever
seen the movie, Sybil, baby?”
Adam shook his head from side to side. He had not, and he could not
imagine why Fiona was bringing up a motion picture at this moment.
“Well, maybe we'll watch it together with Aunt Wendy sometime this
week. Did I tell you she's coming for a whole week? She wants to meet
my poor baby and see if he's fit for the Internet positions that she
has created. If you pass the screen tests this week, you'll be well on
your way to becoming a full-fledged 'star', baby.”
Tears wear coming out of Adam's eyes as he swallowed the soap bubbles
in his mouth.
“We'll watch the movie together this week, and one of your tests will
be similar to what she went through. Except … well, Aunt Wendy really
needs to practice her Chopin until she perfects her playing. She's not
very good. But don't tell her that. She'll get it eventually. In the
meantime, you can listen atop the piano.”
Adam had no idea what she meant by this, but he was preoccupied
watching Fiona take out a rectal bulb syringe and dipping its nozzle
in the soapy hot bathwater for his next test.
As Fiona shoved the nozzle into Adam's upturned ass and filled him
with the first of many bulbs of dirty, soapy, hot water from the tub,
she said without emotion, “Remember, the sooner we cleanse you inside
and out, the sooner we can go shopping. Aunt Wendy specifically asked
that you meet her at the airport wearing only pumps and a short, pink
spandex minidress.
Beneath the bar of Ivory soap still caked in his mouth, Adam swallowed
and sighed a pitiable whimper.
“I'll let baby borrow one of my red wigs. That should go nicely with
your mini. I just hope that the dress' fabric will cover this.” With
that she slapped his ass again.
Adam worried if a spandex minidress would hide his swollen pecker
instead.
for his original story. His characters, Adam and Fiona, have truly
found a wonderful life together. Well, at least a wonderful life for
one of them.
A Place to Stay – Screen Testing
Adam could not possibly imagine how miserable things were going to be
for him and how Fiona, and Wendy, would start to logarithmically
increase the intensity of his trials with a progressively diminishing
degree of hope for the poor boy. He was lured by the thought of fame,
riches beyond comparison and a life with two beautiful women in Costa
Rica that would “satisfy” his sexual appetite forever. The truth was,
that the longer he stayed in the company of Fiona, the less likely it
would be that Adam would ever have a chance at a normal life, return
to England or see his family. Her and Wendy's plans for the poor Brit,
who seemingly had disappeared off the face of the earth, were
progressing smoothly and diabolically. One step at a time. They would
drop him further and further down into a pit of despair, testing
Adam's resolve to become the most famous Internet persona ever. One
step at a time.
When Adam awoke the next day, he was laying next to Fiona in her
gigantic bed. Tucked under the soft and plush down covers, he reached
down and touched his huge swollen erection. The continuous ingestion
of Viagra hidden in the meals Fiona made for the boy maintained him in
an almost permanent state of hardness. He was completely unaware that
Fiona, aka “Mumsie”, was feeding him a three-times-daily regimen of
the erection-inducing drug to insure that he was constantly aware of
not only his male sexuality but of his unceasing need to cum at her
hands. His pecker would become the poor boy's brain. Fiona and Wendy,
aka “Aunt Wendy” would make certain of that. His pecker would start to
make all his decisions – horrible and unforgiving decisions. He was
becoming their puppet.
Fiona's ex-fiance had escaped just when the two women were on the
verge of making him their permanent sex slave and faceless, nameless
“star” of their soon-to-be-launched Internet porn site. They would not
make the same mistake with Adam, who before long would only be known
as “Number 28”.
Adam's real identity had been totally expunged when Fiona secured then
destroyed his work visa and other important papers. He did not know
this. He thought that his identity papers were still locked away by
his roommate's cruel and unyielding landlord who refused Adam access
to the flat simply because his name was not on the lease. He had given
up any hopes of retrieving them, and when Fiona had told him that she
would work some magic on the landlord, Adam stopped thinking about
them entirely and started concentrating instead on his new and
promising working arrangement with “Mumsie” and “Aunt Wendy”. Under
their thumbs, Adam would cease to exist, becoming only a number to
them and soon to the entire world as well.
Beneath his hips on Fiona's silky sheets, Adam felt a pool of fresh
sticky cum. At first he thought it could have been from a nocturnal
emission. After all, he had had some strange and kinky dreams that
night. Momentarily, he realized that Fiona was waking too, and as she
rubbed her well trimmed pussy with one hand, she reached over and
squeezed Adam's andiron, whispering in his ear that he had cum so hard
and long inside her that she must have passed out. “How long did you
continue? How long did you continue to ream my cunt, Big Boy? Hmm? I'm
absolutely soaking!”
The truth is that Fiona had given Adam a sedative before he ever hit
the sheets. He went out like a light. Fiona, not wanting his sperm
inside either her mouth or her cunt or any other of her cavities, had
woken up a couple hours before dawn and jerked off the poor boy a
couple times, leaving him in the pool of his own cum. Here he thought
that he had shagged the forty-one year old beauty, perhaps even
several times during the night. Nothing for Adam could or would ever
be further away than that dream.
“I'm … I'm … I'm …,” Adam started, not knowing exactly what to say.
“Pussy got your tongue?” inquired Fiona. She reached down and took the
poor boy's cock between her two palms squeezing them together as if
she were praying. As he watched her masterful touch, his head swelled
to almost twice its ordinary “hardened” size above her polished finger
tips, then when the pressure of her palms was too great, he came and
came - loads.
“That's my boy. Cum for Mumsie. Cum like you did all night, filling
your Mumsie with sonny's seed. It's okay if you fuck your Mother.
That's okay. I like it. You should always pretend that I'm your Mumsie
and you'll be my adorable son who I crave night and day. I get off on
that fantasy, don't you, Big Boy?”
For all the talk the night before about her needing a “man” and Adam's
wanting to exclusively fill that role in hers and Wendy's business
model, Fiona had kept emphasizing his role instead as her “boy”, her
“son”, her “Big Boy”, sonny. Fiona and Wendy needed a young man, any
young man over the age of eighteen, to be their marionette. Adam was
twenty-one years old. He, as their puppet, Number 28, would be strung
up all right, but he would be their incestuous prize, a boy toy, who
would have to endure the harshest, cruelest and most humiliating
online punishments while they, as “Mumsie” and “Aunt Wendy” doled out
what their Internet subscribers invented for their “boy”.
The trap had been set. Adam had been stuck like the gooey sperm pool
below him in Fiona's bed in hers and Wendy's web of deceit. He'd be a
“partner”, but he'd be that faceless, nameless and permanently silent
partner that Fiona's ex-fiance could not tolerate becoming. Adam would
tolerate anything the pair would dole out. He had a point to make. He
was a full partner, well at least in his mind, and a “man” even if he
had to portray a son who succumbs to his Mumsie's and Aunt Wendy's
sultry charms for sexual favors. The black widows had him where they
wanted him. While they reeled him in deeper, he wondered just how they
would protect his real identity, as if that existed any more, while he
would be displayed on their Internet porn site. He really needed to be
worrying about basic survival, not the inane details of the women's
logistical plans for him.
Adam didn't know what to say to his newfound mother image. His pecker
had taken over for his brain. What's that old cliché – a man only has
enough blood to fill one of his brains – in his cranium OR in his
pants. Adam was starting to lose control of his cranial brain. But he
knew it and he liked it. He was falling in love with his “Mumsie”, and
soon enough the poor boy would have no willpower to resist her no
matter what she asked of him. He was not aware that his “Aunt Wendy”,
who he had only seen in a photograph on Fiona's piano, was the more
evil of the two women. Her craving for Internet riches far outweighed
the need for caring for Number 28. After all, he was just a number.
Why do you think they named him, Number 28, in the first place. He was
their 28th male “subject” and he would be their final “subjugation”
piece. Nameless, faceless, perpetually bound and gagged, Adam meant
absolutely nothing to Fiona. He was just a means to an end – a rich
and lucrative lifestyle with Wendy in Costa Rica. He meant even less
to Wendy.
“Does my boy need a bath?” asked Fiona as she smeared her hand in the
pool beneath Adam's ass and took a finger and started it up his bum.
He was being reeled in like a marlin on a big hook.
Adam was speechless. “Um … um … Mum … Mumsie, ...”
Fiona put a finger from her other hand to his lips, “Is my poor boy
embarrassed by fucking his Mumsie all night, cumming in buckets in her
sheets, then jetting uncontrollably in her hands this morning?”
With her finger held to his lips still, trying to keep the poor boy
silent as she guided him though some imagery for that weekend, Fiona
said, “Be a good boy and do as Mumsie says now. I'll wash you off, if
you promise to be a 'good' boy. Do you promise to do exactly as Mumsie
says?”
He nodded, “Yes,” but he was silent as Mumsie worked her magic on him.
Fiona grabbed Adam's balls and pulled him out of bed and made him walk
next to her, albeit slightly behind as they proceeded to her master
bathroom. She was wearing a long black, thin silky nightgown whose
spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders revealing the sides of
her ample breasts to the embarrassed boy. Fiona led him to her
bathroom, which was enormous. Turning to lock the door, which made no
sense in reality because they were the only two in the house and Wendy
would not join them until later that evening, only gave Fiona a level
of control over Adam that she needed to establish a patterned
subconscious reaction from him. He was stuck. He couldn't get out. The
lock was a deadbolt and Fiona had taken the key and as Adam gawked at
the gaudiness of Fiona's bathroom palace, she tucked it in a small
bucket of washcloths next to her sink.
Bending over the tub, but still holding his ball sac with her iron
grip, she turned the water on HOT. In fact, there was very little cold
water trickling out by design – her design. Above him on the shower
rod were two large enema bags that mesmerized the poor boy. One was a
four-quart clear bag with the hose hanging down from its bottom. The
top was open, which would permit a nurse, or Mumsie, or Aunt Wendy, to
fill it with more fluid as it was already emptying into her patient.
The other was an even larger black, but traditional rubber enema bag
that hung from its bottom and the tubing extended out a tap that was
screwed into it. From each bag there extended a long length of clear
tubing ending in nozzles. The first nozzle was an ordinary long white
douche nozzle. The other, which captivated Adam completely, was a
seven-inch long, two-inch in diameter black rubber monster. They both
tapped against the side of the tub as it was filling the room with
steam. Fiona wanted Adam to become totally paralyzed seeing the two
enemas that awaited him. The bags just needed the right contents and
Fiona needed the right time to engage the poor boy in his fillings.
On the vanity next to the tub rested a coil of tubing that Adam was
curious about.
“What's that?” he asked pointing directly at it.
“What's that, Mumsie?” Fiona said sternly, correcting him.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Mumsie. What's that, Mumsie?”
“My dear, that is 30-inch long colon tube. It goes up your rump
through your anus, filling your sensitive rectum and extending deep
into your colon. If we need to, I can connect a second tube. If we
need to.”
“Will we need to?” he blurted out with some trepidation.
“Will we need to, Mumsie?” she said again even more sternly than
before. “You told me that you would be a 'good' boy while Mumsie
washed you in the tub. Do you remember that promise?”
Ashamed, and desiring that Fiona wash him completely in a fantasy come
true for the poor boy, he asked again, politely, “Will we need to,
Mumsie?”
“I'm afraid so, sonny. We have to cleanse you thoroughly for Aunt
Wendy. She's meeting us at the airport this evening. If that means
repeated enemas and fillings with a colon tube or tubes as the case
may be for you, then so be it. You did promise to behave Mumsie. Now
be a 'good' boy and Mumsie will wash your penis and your bum. Won't
that be delightful?”
Adam couldn't take his eyes off the colon tube. He nodded his
acquiescence as the tub continued to fill with nearly boiling water.
The colon tube was technically a “32 Fr” or nearly a one-half inch
tube, which wouldn't cause much concern, except the tube would expand
as it is filled with fluid to fill the colon from side to side. It was
made of a special elastic rubber that stretched to create a super
tight fit inside, in this case, Adam's posterior.
“Will it hurt, Mumsie?” he asked in a panic.
“Well, sonny, it won't be pleasant. It may cause you some moderate
discomfort. Soooo, I may have to restrain you in my special room while
I cleanse your backside. Don't worry. Mumsie will take care of her
poor little baby.”
Now Adam's status had degraded from “man” to “boy” to “baby”. Fiona
had him right where she wanted him.
Adam squirmed in her hands that tightened around his balls so tightly,
burying her nails into him, as if to exert a message that he was going
to be going nowhere and he would be doing exactly what she wanted him
to do, even if it meant full physical restraint.
Next to the colon tube was a black box that peaked Adam's ADHD-like
curiosity as well.
“What's in there, Mumsie?” he asked in a breathy way, not knowing if
he really wanted to know the answer.
Reaching over and flicking the top open, Adam saw a set of enema
nozzles that frightened the poor boy making his knees wobble.
“It's a set of nozzles that are more specialized, sonny. You can see
that the shortest one is rather stubby. It doesn't go in very far, but
it will stretch your anus a good two inches wide across. That one I
will need to hold inside you as it is likely to work its way out
otherwise even with no lubrication.”
Adam's cock started to drip pre-cum.
“Mumsie sees that this is exciting my poor baby. Does it excite you,
baby? Does it excite you to think of Mumsie sticking a thick stubby
nozzle in you and holding it so you can't expel it? Does it?”
Adam could only nod his head in the affirmative, staring at the other
longer and more oddly shaped nozzles sitting next to it in the case.
Fiona turned off the scalding water in the tub and reached over and
lifted a nine-inch long nozzle with a large bulbous head. Removing her
hand on his ball sac, she held it up and felt it like it was a cock,
teasing the bulb with her finger nail as she scratched across it.
“This one goes in VERY deep, baby. I would have to wrap some adhesive
tape around the end of the tubing and strap the tape across your
cheeks to prevent you from accidentally dislodging it or worse yet,
having you suck it in deeper than it is intended. Does that sound
scary? We wouldn't want to have to take 'baby' to the hospital and
have a nurse go fishing out a nozzle that got stuck up inside you,
would we, baby? Whatever would you tell the nurse when she asked how
this happened?”
Embarrassed beyond belief, Adam shook his head from side to side. “No,
Mumsie. I'm okay. I'll do what you say.”
“Of course you will, baby. Slip into your bath, baby. Mumsie will wash
you and your private parts and explain the other three nozzles so
you're not a frightened little baby. Aunt Wendy likes to use the
nozzles in this black case on her baby nephew.”
“I'm not a 'baby'!” he yelled.
Slapping his one ass cheek with her free hand, Fiona said without
blinking, “That's no way to speak to your Mumsie. Does Mumsie need to
stick a bar of soap in your mouth or up your bum to remind you to
behave? Does she? Or do you want me to rub some Ivory soap across the
top of your slit? Hmm? Are you going to be a good, baby, or do I have
to call Aunt Wendy and have her call off her trip and our plans
together?”
Not wanting to jeopardize his chance at fame and riches as their full
partner, Adam meekly said, “I'm sorry, Mumsie. I'm sorry. I'll be a
good boy from now on.”
“One more outburst from you and I will give you a taste of Ivory soap
in three holes. Is that clear, baby? Is that perfectly clear?”
“Yes, Mumsie,” said Adam sheepishly. He tried to distract Fiona by
asking, “When is Aunt Wendy arriving, Mumsie?”
“We'll go to the airport later, sonny. Don't you worry. But after we
get you cleaned up inside and out, we need to go buy you some nice new
clothes for meeting her properly.”
“Okay, Mumsie.”
“She likes her little ones in nice pretty dresses.”
“What!”
“Okay, young man, prepare for a soaping you won't forget. I told you.
No more sassing me. I'll tell you that Aunt Wendy won't tolerate it
either and she will be much more brutal than your Mumsie in
disciplining you.”
Adam stepped into the tub, but his foot was burning in the hot water.
Pulling it out and dripping water on the floor, Fiona slapped his
other ass cheek so hard that her handprint was embedded in his ass
cheek.
“I said, 'Get in!'”
Adam tried again, but the water was far too hot. “It needs more cold
water, Mumsie.”
Fiona took a large bar of soap and shoved it in Adam's mouth.
“In! Now!” she ordered with a loud voice.
Adam stepped in the tub with two feet which instantly started burning
and turning the color of lobsters being cooked in a pot. He did not
feel like could not sass his Mumsie or ask her any questions or demand
more cold water be added, less he lose the chance at notoriety and
wealth as a partner with Fiona and Wendy..
“Sit down! Now!”
Adam started to sit down and realized that his ass cheeks were burning
too and soon his cock and balls would be submerged and that his legs
would be fully underwater. Once the poor boy was fully seated, the
water came up to his nipples. He was burning up, almost being boiled
alive. Sweat was pouring from his hair and face.
Fiona took a washcloth and soaping it up with lather, she ordered him
to get on his knees and raise his bum to her. He did so. Fiona took
one finger and pushing it inside the washcloth like it was a finger
puppet, she shoved it in Adam's anus. He moaned beneath the bubbling
soap bar still held between his teeth and lips.
Fiona twisted and turned her finger inside his rectum, pulling it out
completely before ramming it back inside him. Over and over, she
fucked his rectum with her finger before adding a second one. Adam was
kneeling in the boiling water and his skin was beet red where the
water had scalded him.
“One of the other nozzles,” Fiona started as if if nothing was
happening at all, but she was still sticking his bum with her soap
covered fingers now, sans the washcloth, “it is used for corkscrewing
the anus and rectum.” She held it up and Adam turned around to see her
maneuver it in the air as if she were uncorking a wine bottle.
“The other two nozzles … well, I'm afraid that I shouldn't tell you
they're used for, because they'll likely scare the wits out of baby.”
Mystified what the two other nozzles, misshapened and bizarre in their
size and almost pointed at the end, Adam turned around and with a
pathetic look in his eyes, begged Fiona for an explanation of what
they were. Under his soap-filled breath, we uttered, “What are they,
Mumsie? You can tell baby.”
“Oh, my, baby. You promise not to run and hide in the closet.”
Adam shook his head, “Yes.”
“Well, these other nozzles are used inside the urethra to douche our
little boy.”
Adam cringed at the thought and twisted his body in the tub.
Fiona held up both of them at the same time so Adam could see them and
imagine them drilling down inside his engorged cock. The one came to a
point like an awl, but he could see a tiny hole in its business end.
The other one was curved and undulated. He could only imagine it
inside him, twisting and turning inside him before it reached its full
length.
“Then Mumsie and Aunt Wendy will fill your bladder, like an enema in
front, and have you hold it while we play with you. Doesn't that sound
like fun?”
It didn't at all, but Adam knew he had to go along with this woman who
was twenty years his senior. Although he was twenty-one years old, he
felt like he was five.
“Turn around and put your hands in the water behind you. Arch up and
present me your dirty cock. I still have to finish your punishment for
sassing me.”
Adam reluctantly did so, burning his hands and arms as he arched his
back. Looking up at his swollen red, irritated cock and the burned
crimson skin on his abdomen and thighs, Fiona spread his cock head
apart.
“This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you, baby, believe
me.”
Somehow, Adam did not believe her.
As she held his slit open, she took a bar of Ivory soap that was
floating in the hot water and whose exterior was melted into a skin of
¼ inch of soft soap all around and rubbed it across Adam's hole,
letting the soft soap accumulate in his hole before pushing it down
inside him with her thumb.
Adam moaned beneath his soap gag.
Over and over, Fiona rubbed the soft soap skin of the soap bar into
him. Over and over, she plunged the caustic soap further and further
down his shaft.
Once satisfied that he had “learned a lesson” in control, her control,
Fiona went about scrubbing his body with a rough scrub brush that just
irritated Adam's raw, red skin even more.
Suds were pouring out his mouth and dripping down his chin and across
his chest.
“You are making a big mess. Just swallow those bubbles. They won't
hurt you. Besides, if you don't stop, I'll make sure you get both
enemas this morning, then move you to the 'clinic' so I can insert a
double colon tube inside you and fill it with hot water..Have you ever
seen the movie, Sybil, baby?”
Adam shook his head from side to side. He had not, and he could not
imagine why Fiona was bringing up a motion picture at this moment.
“Well, maybe we'll watch it together with Aunt Wendy sometime this
week. Did I tell you she's coming for a whole week? She wants to meet
my poor baby and see if he's fit for the Internet positions that she
has created. If you pass the screen tests this week, you'll be well on
your way to becoming a full-fledged 'star', baby.”
Tears wear coming out of Adam's eyes as he swallowed the soap bubbles
in his mouth.
“We'll watch the movie together this week, and one of your tests will
be similar to what she went through. Except … well, Aunt Wendy really
needs to practice her Chopin until she perfects her playing. She's not
very good. But don't tell her that. She'll get it eventually. In the
meantime, you can listen atop the piano.”
Adam had no idea what she meant by this, but he was preoccupied
watching Fiona take out a rectal bulb syringe and dipping its nozzle
in the soapy hot bathwater for his next test.
As Fiona shoved the nozzle into Adam's upturned ass and filled him
with the first of many bulbs of dirty, soapy, hot water from the tub,
she said without emotion, “Remember, the sooner we cleanse you inside
and out, the sooner we can go shopping. Aunt Wendy specifically asked
that you meet her at the airport wearing only pumps and a short, pink
spandex minidress.
Beneath the bar of Ivory soap still caked in his mouth, Adam swallowed
and sighed a pitiable whimper.
“I'll let baby borrow one of my red wigs. That should go nicely with
your mini. I just hope that the dress' fabric will cover this.” With
that she slapped his ass again.
Adam worried if a spandex minidress would hide his swollen pecker
instead.
Adam
Feb 18, 2012, 4:50:32 PM2/18/12
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Thank you Terri, for treating me with the dignity I deserve in these stories. Many's the time when I have adopted 'hog-tied' poses while in the bath and have thought "you know, if I really were stuck like this, I'd absolutely hate it"! So I loved that my initial subjugation happened in there.
I look forward to any instances of complete submergence in liquid later on (an underused trope in BDSM fantasy I feel). Knowing your inspiration, I don't have to ask if there'll be plenty more extreme temperature play. Nothing weakens the body more.
Terri Powell
Feb 18, 2012, 8:24:22 PM2/18/12
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If I don't "insert" it, submergence that is, remind me, please!
Wendy told me she always liked the simu hot & cold treatments. She can't recall where that element entered her regime. In reading one of Jack's recollections, he referred to it as Wendy's "fascination with fire & ice".
Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:50:32 -0800
From: adamr...@gmail.com
To: august...@googlegroups.com
Subject: Re: A Place to Stay – Screen Testing
Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:50:32 -0800
From: adamr...@gmail.com
To: august...@googlegroups.com
Subject: Re: A Place to Stay – Screen Testing
Thank you Terri, for treating me with the dignity I deserve in these stories. Many's the time when I have adopted 'hog-tied' poses while in the bath and have thought "you know, if I really were stuck like this, I'd absolutely hate it"! So I loved that my initial subjugation happened in there.
I look forward to any instances of complete submergence in liquid later on (an underused trope in BDSM fantasy I feel). Knowing your inspiration, I don't have to ask if there'll be plenty more extreme temperature play. Nothing weakens the body more.
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