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When Master finally stopped, he removed the contraption protecting my piercing and holding my dick up, gently lifted and removed the parachute from my balls, and finally used the remote in his pocket to slowly let the bar I was holding down while he held me around my waist. I came off tiptoes, and then watched my hands go lower and lower. I didn’t unlock my elbows, so my arms came down straight in front of me. Whilethe bar was coming down, he disconnected my wrist cuffs, but I didn’t try to let go. He’d tell me when I could.

When my hands were a couple of inches lower than my shoulders, the bar stopped. Master moved behind me and massaged my shoulders a few moments before saying, “One finger at a time, slave. Take your time letting go.”

“I follow Master’s rules.”

“Yes, you do. Let’s change that up for the rest of the session.I follow Master’s orders.Say it back to me.”

“I follow Master’s orders.”

He walked me to the mat, ordered me to my knees, and I sank to them while saying, “I follow Master’s orders.”

And then my stomach somersaulted when he pulled different nipple clamps from his pocket, but rather than whine, I said, “I follow Master’s orders.” It mostly came out as a whine, so I closed my eyes and said it again as a statement, with a stronger voice.

And then the clamps went on and I squealed the words, “I follow Master’s orders!”

I heard something being lifted from the mat and my eyes flew open. Concrete filled my belly when I realized Master was walking behind me with the humbler.

“Assume the position, slave.”

The humbler is usually two pieces of arched wood with a screw set-up on the ends. The arches go behind the back of the legs when spread open, the balls are inserted through the center, and then the screws are closed around the scrotum, stretching the balls on the other side of the wood. It isn’t tight on the scrotum, there’s plenty of blood flow, but you can only kneel while wearing it, and any movement pulls the balls farther into the sack, crushing them into the end and stretching the scrotum painfully if you try to stand.

Master’s is stainless steel, which means it was cold when it went on, making it ever-so-much worse.

I gasped a few times, and then shuddered with the cold.

“Your body will warm it up soon enough, slave.”

“I follow Master’s orders.”

“That’s right, and Master wants you to crawl to the other side of the room and back.”

Crawling on hard concrete isn’t my favorite, but I made my way across the room and back, saying my line every fifth time my right knee moved forward.

When I returned, Master had two more mats beside the one normally out, with four large dildos at either end of the twenty-four feet of mats. Or, I assumed the length, since the mat that stays down all the time is eight feet by six feet, and it looked like they were all laid out longways.

“Crawl back and forth on the mats, carrying the dildos. Pick the pink one up in your mouth first, carry it to the other side, put it down, pick the flesh colored one up, back to the other side, and keep going. Each dildo gets bigger. Eventually, you’ll just hold the largest in your mouth going back and forth until I say enough.”

Before I put the first in my mouth, I said, “I follow Master’s orders,” and then I started my task.

* * * *

Will

I hadn’t been sure this would be enough. Part of me, the hurt part of my heart, wanted to punish my slave for lying to me. And okay, he hadn’t outright lied, but I saw it as a lie of omission, and it was still hard for me to get past.

But Ghost had been right — if I believed him to be truthful, we had to move past it.

Watching my boy struggle to crawl back and forth, seeing the pain on his face when he had to turn around to go the other way, settled my heart as the cane and flogger hadn’t completely managed. He was trying so hard, and it spoke volumes about his commitment to me and to our relationship.

I’ve never fucked a man in a humbler, but I’ve seen it happen a few times at some wild parties, so I knew it was possible.

Still, I was careful with my boy, making sure he was stable in his knees-and-chest position before I removed the plug and crammed my dick in.

His asshole was open a lot wider than I prefer after being spread by our fattest-necked dildo for so long, but he still yelped and screamed when I went in because I’m sure the humbler made his balls feel every movement. Also, he couldn’t say his line because he was still holding the largest dildo in his mouth, stretching his jaw wide.

After going in and out a dozen times, I went in and held, and looked at my boy’s tear-streaked face in the stainless mirror. I didn’t want to damage him, and any explorations about his limits when being fucked in the humbler should happen when he could speak, and during a normal scene.

I reluctantly pulled out and removed the humbler, ordered him to spread his knees, and then hammered my boy’s ass hard, fast, and brutal.