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HOW TO TRAIN THE GOVERNOR?
What could she do this time? Once, she'd made Dun drag a 100 pound safe, chained to his cock and balls while she'd urged him on with a bullwhip...this illustrated how his sex urges were dragging him down!
Another time she'd locked Dun's cock and balls in a stainless steel cannister-thing, called the Cruncher...Sal, single then, had gone back to the statehouse with Dun, and whenever he'd seemed a little too interested in the hot little legislative assistant, Sal would press a remote control button and the Cruncher would contract severely on Dun's cock and balls, in the little cannister until he dropped to his knees, crying.
Once she'd taken Dun to the Gay Room of the Buttermilk Falls PainCafe and put him in a tiny closet with a small hole in the door...and shoved his cock and balls through the hole! Then various Gay Masters had come up to the peculiar appendage sticking out of the closet hole and whipped, kicked and tortured Dun's genitals until he'd promised to reform!
And then a few months later,when he groped a mail clerk, Sal had drilled a hole in the floor of the Buttermilk Falls Hatchery, and positioned Dun under it, with his junk sticking out of the hole, to be pecked by wild, cockfighting roosters...that had been unusually interesting, and agricultural as well!
When the Governor had nearly raped the curvaceous State Environment, Water, Energy, Natural Resources, Oceans and Recreation expert in an elevator, Sal had rubbed Ben Gay all over his cock and balls, and let him scream for HOURS....
And the time Dun got caught jerking off under his desk at a Labor, Commerce, Consumer Protection, Financial Institutions, Housing and Insurance meeting, Sal had tied him naked in the woods and poured syrup on his body and had him attacked by fire ants!
Sal had, on occasion, bloated Dun's cock with a vacuum pump, and then enclosed it with a cock ring, then attaching lead weights to the shaft, holding them down by little fishhooks in the skin. Sal had then chased Dun around the family estate, thrashing his bare buttocks as he jounced along, the weights dragging painful jolts in his already engorged cock.
At one point Sal had shoved ice cubes up Dunstan's butt, and sealed the cheeks with wax, so he was so distracted by the melting ice that he wasn't focused on hot pussy...but then his pants had become quite drenched...so that didn't work either. The man was a satyr... there was no questioning this.
Now, Sal went into Dunstan's study, and not to her surprise--he was hanging by his wrists from the hook in the ceiling, stark naked, and he had a large empty paint bucket attached to his cock and balls by another chain. Yes, Mother must've been quite displeased with Dun.
Dun was blindfolded, and his mouth was stuffed with a huge cucumber. Sal looked around, and not to her surprise, there was another young woman in the room,and a young man as well--Smitty and Sandi, Dun's trainers.
"Hey kids...what's in the bucket?" Sal asked cheerily. But she went and looked for herself, and whaddya know? The pail was filled with half-bricks. There were about four or five of them.
Sandi grinned at Sal. Sandi had short blue-black hair and little pointing boobs in a snug ultraviolet T-shirt. She looked a bit like Demi Moore. "I've been adding a half-brick every hour...we're tryin' to get the Governor to focus on his work...but his dick is just too deranged, Sal."
Smitty, who wore a spiked dog collar and had a huge Mohawk, and dressed in black was smoking a Viceroy and standing just behind where Dun's naked butt swung, about at the level of Smitty's face.
Amused, Sal watched Smitty stab Dun four or five times in the butt with the lit cigarette...of course Dun screamed, and the cucumber fell out of his mouth and landed on the expensive Oriental rug.
"WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU, GOVERNOR?" Smitty screamed, enraged. He picked up a steel paddle made in the tradition of the long frat whacker, and slapped Dun's butt with it six or seven times as the Governor screamed. "I TOLD YOU TO HOLD THAT FUCKIN' CUKE IN YOUR MOUTH,EVEN IF IT IS COVERED IN WET LAUNDRY SOAP!"
Sandi laughed at Smitty's tirade and lazily picked up another half brick and tossed it in the bucket, and Dun shrieked with the additional weight on his cock and balls. Then Sandi reached out one of her leather boots and kicked the bucket so it swung back and forth between the Governor's splayed legs.
"It's real serious, Sal." Sandi said, as she violently kicked the brick filled pail again. "Dunstan's tried to mount our 23 year old Communications Director, and he snapped the bra strap of a departing Session intern, at her party, humiliating her, and one day the bastard took his pants off in the office and threw them to our very feminist Policy Analyst, and ordered her to mend them!"
Smitty continued to whack Dun's butt. "YOUR JOB IS TO BE A GOOD LEGISLATOR AND SAVE OUR STATE, AND ALL YOU WANNA DO IS MANHANDLE THE ASSISTANTS, GODDAMNIT!"
"And of course Dun was late for an important Agriculture and Rural Economic Development meeting, because he was jerking off with a pair of panties he'd stolen from a neighborhood laundry...I can't keep up with him, constantly, Sal."
Sal noticed that Sandi had hooked a condom on Dun's dick, and tied it up so it held, but she'd put an ice cube in, right next to the tip...God, that must really be driving him crazy, along with the um, other stuff.
Sandi clawed the condom off, finally and slapped Dun's penis hard, then pinching the cockhead hard with her long nails. Dun was still blindfolded, but he moaned at the horrible sensations his poor pecker was enduring.
"I mean, it's such a backwards turn for feminism you know." Sandi said as Sal watched her take a couple of metal tipped darts out of her purse. She threw one, and it expertly landed on Dun's glans, and he shrieked.
"SHUT UP, FAGGOT!" Smitty screamed as he thwacked the Governor on the ass again. Sal was beginning to suspect that the Governor was going to have a nearly purple butt...poor thing!
Sandi threw another dart and it lodged in the side of Dun's shaft, and Sal watched as thick tears rolled out from under his blindfold. Sandi threw yet another dart and it landed in Dun's scrotal sack
"Smitty, would you get the darts out, hon? I want to throw them again." Sandi said innocently. Smitty growled and came around.
"I aint touching that little faggot's groin..I'll slap them out!" Smitty whacked Dun's glans once or twice, and one dart fell out in a little pool of blood. The one stuck in his shaft took a bit of pounding with the metal paddle, as did the scrotum dart...
But Sandi didn't mind! After all, she needed her darts back, right?
All of a sudden, just before Sandi could attach a couple of office binder clips to Dun's dick, Smitty ran around and began kicking him in the balls, screaming and hollering all the while.
Sal finally calmed Smitty down, and got the kids to let the Governor down from the ceiling. She gently took his blindfold off, and embraced him gently, and, after unlocking the hellacious paint bucket filled with bricks, took Dun up to his old bedroom.
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