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After 3 weeks I stood
up and applied for permission to move up to the next level. But Jack had a
surprise for me.
“Today’s issue is
trust. Have any of you ever failed the trust your parents had in you? That is
the question, you have to ask yourself and tell us about. I will start. I
misused the trust my parents had in me by using my father’s aftershave. Hygiene
products are personal product. It borders to stealing. I have learned this by
being sent here.”
Vanessa was next: “I
misused my parents trust by not overcoming the molestation without demanding
too many physical things. In a way I used their guilt to ask for gifts
constantly.”
Bianca: “I misused my
parents trust by not accepting who I am and where I came from. I denied my
origin and hurt my family in the process.”
They looked at me, so
I gave them something. “I misused the trust of my father by not use all the
possibilities his tax-dollars gave me regarding education.”
Jack was not
satisfied. “But do you not forget something.”
I was a big question
mark.
Jack gave me a photo.
“This photo came from your step-mom. It is from the surveillance video in your
garage. What is it that you have in your hand?”
I was shocked. My
father had installed a camera in the garage and I was caught red-handed with a
beer in my hand. “It..it is a beer.”
“Yes, it is a beer and
you are underage. Not only are you stealing from your own father. You are
breaking the law because alcohol is something to enjoy when you are over 21. Talk
about misuse of trust. Here in the group we are tired of your half-hearted
effort to follow the program. You have to be honest with us. What does the
group think?”
Vanessa stood up. “I
think the chair would be appropriate.”
Bianca joined her and
she was crying. “We believed in you and you let us down.” Then she sat down and
began to sob without control.
The other gave the
same kind of remarks.
Jack had his own idea.
I think that a challenge is the best solution in this case. They all nodded.
The next morning I was
guided out with the other mules but nothing could prepare me for the contents
of this challenge. Once again I was presented with the isolation hood. But
before they put it on Jack revealed what kind of challenge I was put on.
“Because thirst seems to bring dishonesty out in you, you are put on a
challenge which involves drinking.” Then they put the hood on me. To my
surprise there was no gag-ball inside. Instead they asked me to open my mouth
and I felt some kind of tube enter my mouth. Once the hood was laced tight they
forced me down on my knees.
Then something was
forced inside the tube. It was some kind of meat. It was warm and tasted bad.
My tongue investigated the object. It was a penis!! I tried to shake my head,
but they held me tight. I knew from my self that having your penis locked in
behind the leather piece for so long without relief meant that only a slight
touch would result in a hard-on and orgasm within minutes, so I tried to avoid
touching his penis with my mouth. Then he pushed the penis all in. I coughed as
it touched the back of my mouth. I could taste pre-cum and tried to fight him
of but instead more persons held me tight.
Suddenly semen filled
my mouth. I could almost not breathe. I coughed. Finally the flow stopped. But
less than a minute after he extracted his penis, a new one was jammed in. They
can’t mean this! But they continued to hold very tight, so I had no choice and
the new guy was so aroused that he came almost at once. I had to drink it. It
made me almost throw up, but somehow it entered my stomach. The next penis came
in and after that the next one. I lost both numbers and track of time.
Eventually I most have
serviced the last one because they pulled me up and guide me over a bed where
they helped to lie down on my back. They removed the blindfold and the gag on
the good and I found me being restrained on a kind of restraint bed in a
six-point restraint.
Suddenly one of the
female mules climbed on to the bed and positioned her lower parts at my mouth.
She lowered her body so I got her pussy was pressed down over my mouth. It
smelled and tasted like a fish which had not seen the ocean for a long time.
She rubbed her genitals against me and man was she wet. For how long had they
denied anyone access to her private parts? For how long had she like any of the
mules not had other means of personal hygiene than those 30 seconds of showers
every day?
I had to play the
game. I had to use my tongue to get this over with. She became more and more
aroused. In the wet my hood was covered by her juices and she came screaming.
They helped her off the bed but she was replaced by a newcomer. She was big
almost to a point where I would call her obese. Obvious her parents had chosen
HPLC as a fat camp for her. I could barely breathe. Her smelly juices ran down
my throat. Finally it was enough for her and a new girl took her place. I did
not know how many girls I serviced. The last one to ride me was Bianca. I did
my best and I was very clear that she had needed such a treatment for a long
time. I brought her into heaven.
Once I was freed they
help me out to the showers where I was given extra time so I could get all the
semen and juices off me. But being a month in HPLC made my uniform dirty beyond
any possibility of making it clean. It still smelled from a full month of
sweat.
When the group therapy
started I expected to be torn to pieces by the group. Instead Jack pronounced
that I was now a miner. My days pulling a cart with a bit-gag were over, but
Jack also warned me that I could loose my level if I did not progress on the
path towards healing.
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