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Final Phase
When i awoke, i was still in the dungeon but in a horizontal position. i seemed really groggy and wasn't sure i was awake. The Master entered the room and asked how i felt? Of course i couldn't answer but He knew i was ok because He could see it in my eyes since i was so happy to see Him. Master told me that it had been 4 weeks since my final modification. i thought i knew what this new mod had to be. Soon the doctor came in and, again, he and Master rotated the bondage table to an almost-standing position and sat on rolling stools around my crotch area and began to remove bandages. There were lots of bandages. When all the bandages were removed, the doctor and my Master looked at each other and had big smiles on their faces. Master said my modification was now complete and began to rotate the table to face the mirror. When Master got me into position, He stepped out of the way and i could see myself. i had no legs - only smooth rounded nubs where my legs used to attach to my body. As far as i could see there was no scarring. Master patted me on the head and told the doctor what a good job he had done and he and the doctor left the dungeon. Just before He left, Master said He would leave me vertical so i could contemplate my new body. i began to think about what had been done to me since coming to the Master. Here's what i saw in the mirror: a trunk with no arms or legs but nubs; in place of a cock was a 1 inch stub, no visible balls; no hair except for a mohawk-like strip about 2 inches wides down the center of a smooth skull. A large hoop was hanging from my septum, both nipples were pierced with large hoops, and both ears also. A 2-inch steel collar was tight on my neck under which was no Adam's apple which had been removed in an earlier operation. Inside my mouth were no teeth. Between my legs was a plugged nylon piss hole. As i was contemplating these modifications, Master returned and said it was time for me to be hooked up for the night. This was new. Before unstrapping my body from the bondage table, Master placed my head harness securely on my head buckling it with the many buckles around it. The bondage table was then moved under a large hook hanging from the rafters in the center of the room and my head harness was hooked to it. He then unstrapped my body from the bondage table and began to raise my body by my head. When it cleared the bondage table, Master moved it and let my body swing from the hook. i guess my neck was very strong from the previous bondage hangings because there was no pain at all - especially since the weight of my arms and legs was no longer a factor. Master came to my body hanging in the air and began to work a butt plug into my ass. After the butt plug was secure, he removed the nylon plug from my piss hole and connected a tube. Another tube was connected to the tube protruding from the butt plug. Master said that i would no longer have to be taken to the bathroom because my urine and feces would be removed through the tubes. Since my food would be liquid, there wouldn't be much fecal material so i would be pretty low maintenance from now on. my job would now be to satisfy my Master whenever called upon. Another part of the daily routine was my exercise. Master would lower me to the floor and unhook the head harness and leave me laying on the floor on my back. If i could wiggle myself to the side of the dungeon where a tube protruded from the wall, i was allowed a treat in the form of some kind of fantastic, thick and sweet liquid which i could suck from the tube. It tasted like chocolate for which i have a craving. Therefore, it didn't take me long to learn how to use my neck and groin muscles to maneuver myself across the floor to my reward. Not only was the liquid fantastic, i got some well-needed exercise. After i learned how to get to my reward tube fairly easily, Master added a new touch. One day, i got to the tube in record time but there was nothing in it. i sucked and sucked but nothing came. As i was turning around and looking in frustration, i noticed that there were several tubes located around the room at this same height. It didn't take me long to discover that i had to crawl to several of them each time before finding the one with the liquid. Soon, life settled into a routine. First thing in the morning, i was allowed to exercise and eat through the wall tubes. 4 or 5 times a day, Master would have me suck Him dry and, at least that many times a day, He would have me suck His ass hole. Dildo sessions occured daily as did enemas. Sometimes, He would lower my body onto the floor dildo and turn it on and let me vibrate for an hour or so. Other times, Master would use the special dildo to massage my prostate gland milking the cum out of my body without the satisfaction of feeling relief. i settled into this new routine gratefully. i was constantly feeling the need to cum and cum badly - it was fantastic and frustrating. Sometimes, when the Master would enter the room, i would try to beg him with my eyes to let me cum but Master knew what i really wanted and that was to stay frustrated. Even after being milked about every month, i still wanted to cum. Master always knew best. One of my favorite parts was when the Master would put a body harness on me and attach it to his back, then unhook me from the chain, and take me to one of His slave parties where i would be shown off to the other masters. Some of them were even beginning to modify their slaves like Master had modified me. Sometimes, the other Masters were allowed to play with me and, sometimes, i had to suck them all off. Many times, my head harness blindfold was put in place and i had to identify the other masters by smell, taste, or feel of their cocks and cum. i was even trained to identify their slaves by which ones had stubs or cocks in addition to the smell, taste, or feel of their cocks (they were not usually allowed to cum by their masters and my Master would not allow them to cum on or in me). Now, as i lie here between my Master's strong, hairless legs, and suck on His hairless stub, with my chrome butt plug filling my ass, while Master is rubbing my mohawk, i can only be grateful for my new place in life. If someone had told me this was possible i would have told them they were "Stretching the Truth!" dogboy would sure like to hear your thoughts about his fantasy.
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