Summer at Pond Cove

Walter and holly are taken to The After Hours Social Club where they participate in a couple of very interesting contests.

This is a long story at over 9,000 words. The preparation in advance for the visit to the club involves some difficult, almost punishment, enemas, etc, but there is no scat play or anything like that. At the club walter is involved primarily in M/m sex. If any of that turns you off, you can catch the next chapter, Chapter 08, which will be, I hope, the last chapter of this saga.

This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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One day in early August, right after breakfast, Mistress Gloria said to Mistress Sam and Mistress Cheryl, "What do you think about going to the club tomorrow night?"

She didn't ask me or holly or puddy tat or tracy. Our opinion didn't matter anyway.

"Do we have the masks with us?" Mistress Cheryl asked.

"New masks for you, weird worm, and tracy arrived yesterday," Mistress Gloria replied.

"What masks?" I whispered very quietly to holly.

At least I thought I was very quiet. Mistress Gloria turned to me and said firmly, "You will find out soon enough, worm."

Holly looked at me and shook her head indicating I should remain quiet, so we both just settled back onto our legs and remained kneeling alongside the Mistresses' table.

The next morning before breakfast, Mistress Gloria summoned us all to the back porch and had us stand at attention. "We are going to the club tonight. You will eat no solid food today. There are special energy drinks in the pantry. You may also drink all the water you want. In fact, I want you to make sure that you are totally hydrated. After lunch, you will come back here and prepare each other while Mistress Sam, Mistress Cheryl, and I supervise." She looked up and down the four of us and then asked loudly, "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Gloria," we all shouted back in unison.

I tried to ask holly several times what prepared meant, but each time she just smiled and said, "You'll see."

After we had served the Mistresses lunch, we knelt next to the table while they sat around for a little while talking. Around one o'clock, Mistress Sam stood up and said, "It's time."

Holly and puddy tat shot to their feet. Tracy and I did the same and then followed as holly walked back into the cabin and through the kitchen to the back porch. Just off the porch was an open shower that could be used for rinsing the sand off your body, if necessary, before entering the cabin. There was also an old outhouse farther out. It wasn't used anymore, but was kept as a reminder of more primitive days at the beach.

"Let's start with cleaning the outside," Mistress Gloria said with a slight chuckle.

Puddy tat scampered inside and returned shortly with a small plastic storage bin. In it were several cans of shaving cream and a bunch of disposable razors.

"Get each other lathered up first," Mistress Sam ordered and puddy tat handed each of us a can of shaving cream.

I started to put some on my face, but Mistress Cheryl said curtly, "Not on yourself, worm. You were commanded to get each other lathered up. You put the shaving cream on one of the others."

"Oh," I said weakly and turned to where holly, puddy tat, and tracy were standing in a small circle rubbing the shaving cream all over each others' bodies. I started smearing a thick layer of the cream on holly's back and ass and legs.

"Everywhere!" commanded Mistress Gloria and I began rubbing the cream between holly's ass cheeks and between her legs.

Suddenly, I felt a cold sensation as puddy tat began covering my back with the cream. It felt cold as she first put it on and then it felt even colder as the menthol in it started working on my skin. The menthol was supposed to make your hair stand up better, but I think the mistresses used it because it started to get really uncomfortable if it was left on too long.

"Stand for blind inspection once you think you have everything covered," Mistress Sam said as we appeared to be almost finished.

When we were done, we stood in a line at the edge of the porch with our eyes closed while all three Mistresses walked slowly around us. Before I closed my eyes, I saw that they were each holding one of the cans of shaving cream. Every so often, one of them would say, "Missed a spot," and squirt a big glob of cream onto our bodies. Holly yelped when they pressed the can against her ass cheeks and sprayed a big blob of shaving cream down her ass crack. I yelped even louder when they covered my prick and balls with a new, thick layer of the menthol-laden cream.

After a while, the Mistresses were satisfied and apparently, at least from the sound of their footsteps, went to sit down on the beach chairs we had set up. They didn't order us to do anything, though, so we just stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about fifteen minutes.

Finally, Mistress Gloria said, "OK."

That's all she said, but holly whispered to me, "Open your eyes and grab one of the razors."

I did and then holly said, "We are all supposed to do each other at the same time."

I looked at her dumbly until she added, "Get in a circle. You do me; I do puddy tat; puddy tat does tracy; and tracy does you."

"Oh," I said as I moved to where she had indicated and started scraping the shaving cream- and perhaps a hair or two- from holly's back. I don't know where Mistress Gloria got this shaving cream, but it was still thick and foamy even after so long. Tracy, meanwhile, was shaving my back. I don't have any hair back there, but she was at least scraping away the shaving cream.

"Left side," whispered holly and we all turned so that our left side was facing the person shaving us. It felt kind of weird to reach out to shave holly while she was shaving puddy tat, but, again, holly doesn't really have any hair on her body.

"Front," holly whispered after a while and we again turned, except that we were all, once again, facing someone's back.

"Walter and puddy turn back around," holly whispered and we did. "Do me and tracy first," she added, "then we will do you."

After we finished them, we all turned around and they did us. That meant that tracy was doing my front, which included my balls and prick. I started to get hard as she was holding me so she could get the hairs on my balls and she giggled.

"This would be a lot easier if I had made the hair removal permanent while I had the chance," she said. Then she looked up at me and smiled. I just stood there and turned redder.

After we were finished in front, we turned and very awkwardly- at least for me- did the right sides of the next person with our left hands. If there had been any hair, I doubt if I would have really shaved it off, but at least I didn't cut tracy.

I thought we were finished, but holly whispered, "Wild crack hairs... same as for the fronts."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but when she faced away from me and bent over as far as she could, I got it. I very carefully used the razor to get any hairs that might be around her asshole. There weren't any. I knew there wouldn't be, but this was evidently what the Mistresses wanted done. Besides, when it was my turn to bend down, tracy did actually shave a few small hairs off of me. She also pulled down on my ball sack and carefully shaved the back side of it. That felt really weird, especially when she kept changing direction to get everything smooth.

After we all stood back up, Mistress Sam ordered, "Rinse off," and we stepped over to the shower. I had never used it before so I didn't know that there was no hot water to this shower. Holly jumped in first followed quickly by puddy tat and then tracy. By the time I got to the shower, it was pumping very cold water all over my body. I heard holly giggle slightly as I yelped and shivered while I tried to get any remaining foam off my body.

"Now the insides," Mistress Gloria said firmly.

Holly went back over to where we had stood for inspection and knelt down facing the cabin. Her feet were actually off the edge of the porch. Then she leaned forward until her head was on the floor of the porch with her hands- and elbows- flat on the boards alongside it. Her ass was pointing almost straight up in the air. Puddy tat and tracy joined her almost immediately. I took my place a little slower, waiting to see what it was that I was supposed to do.

"We'll start with a warm soap solution," Mistress Sam said. "And we'll start with holly."

She then laughed slightly to herself as she hung an enema bag from a hook under the front of the porch roof. There was a long chain attached to the bag. She changed which link was on the hook a couple of times to adjust the height of the bag.

"I think six inches above your ass should be about right for the first bag," she said almost laughing.

Her voice suddenly turned very firm and angry-sounding as she barked out, "Forehead on the floor, worm. You'll know what is happening when it happens to you."

I put my head back in the proper position where all I could see was the board under my head. I could hear holly grunting slightly. Mistress Gloria said "There's only a little more. I know you can take it all." She sounded like she was encouraging a puppy to behave properly.

"There you go," she said finally. "It's all inside you. Now all you have to do is keep it there for five minutes."

I must have risen up slightly in shock because Mistress Sam barked out, "Head on the floor, worm!"

I slammed my head back down so fast that it made a loud "thunk" as it hit the floor. I could hear puddy tat giggling, but I wasn't about to turn my head to look at her. Then she yelped slightly. Mistress Gloria must have started on her. I could hear her grunting as the warm liquid filled her insides, but she was evidently not having any problems because I didn't hear Mistress Gloria having to encourage her.

"Good girl," Mistress Gloria finally said. "You took the whole two quarts."

This time I forced my head to stay on the floor. There was a loud beep from a timer and Mistress Gloria said, "Slave holly, you may use the outhouse."

"Thank you, Mistress," holly said as she jumped up and nearly ran to the little shack. I could hear a thud as she dropped down on the wooden bench with the two toilet-shaped cutouts. I could then hear water splashing into the pit beneath the outhouse.

After a while, I heard the shower running. Evidently holly was washing herself off. Shortly thereafter, the timer beeped again and Mistress Gloria said, "Slave puddy tat, you may use the outhouse."

Puddy tat must have more control because she didn't run to the outhouse. I heard a sharp smack and nearly pulled my forehead up off the floor. "Don't tense up like that tracy," Mistress Gloria snapped. "You know better than that. Relax and let it flow into your or I will raise the bag all the way up." She paused and then added in a loud whisper, "... like you used to do."

Tracy gave a low moan that wasn't pain and wasn't passion. All I could think of was that she was questioning whether she was truly a slave. "If you take it all like a good little slave," Mistress Cheryl said in an exaggeratedly sweet voice, "I'll let you masturbate yourself to climax while you wait for the timer to beep."

Tracy moaned again. This time it was passion, or at least a moan of need. I risked turning my head slightly so I could see tracy. She was now rippling her stomach muscles and doing something weird with her breathing. Whatever she was doing evidently helped pull the enema into her intestines because the bag emptied in almost no time after that.

As soon as Mistress Gloria pulled the nozzle out of tracy's ass, she said, "You have five minutes, starting now."

Tracy flopped over onto her back and put her hands between her legs. She was pushing the fingers of one hand in and out of her cunt while the fingers of the other hand swirled around, stroked, and tweaked her clit.

She was just starting to thrash and twist like she was going to orgasm when I suddenly felt a pressure in my bowels. Mistress Gloria laughed a couple of times and then said, "Worm, you are still a male. Watching a woman get herself off distracts you enough that you didn't notice I put an enema nozzle in your ass."

I hated to admit it, but she was right. With tracy squirming and moaning right next to me, I didn't notice when she started the enema.

Then the timer beeped.

"That's five minutes," Mistress Cheryl said firmly.

"No, no, noooo," moaned tracy.

"I'm in a good mood," Mistress Gloria said. "You can finish yourself off in the outhouse."

As slave tracy ran for the outhouse, Mistress Gloria smacked my ass lightly and said, "Then you won't have anything to take your mind off the business at hand."

She then pulled the nozzle out of my ass and said, "Five minutes."

I'm usually pretty good at telling time, but I could have sworn that five minutes were up at least seven times while I was kneeling waiting for that timer to ring. Finally it beeped and Mistress Gloria said, "Slave worm, you may use the outhouse."

I immediately took off running except there was a little problem. Tracy was still in there trying to get herself off a second time.

Luckily, it was a two-holer. Tracy was using the smaller of the two holes, so I plopped down on the larger one. You would think that sitting right next to a girl who is frigging herself to a big orgasm would be exciting, but between getting that soapy water out of me and keeping my skinny ass from falling through into the shit pit, I really didn't notice. By the time I was finished, she was gone. I went over and rinsed myself off and then stood in line on the porch with the others.

We stood there facing the cabin until Mistress Gloria said, "Second round."

Holly dropped to her knees and the rest of us followed. It was the same procedure except

Mistress Gloria moved the chain that held the bags up a couple of links and it was warm, clear water. It went in a lot easier since there was nothing left in there- or so I thought until I got to run to the outhouse and empty myself. A lot more than just water came out.

The third round was hot clear water, with the bag again up a couple of links. It wasn't burning hot, but it was close. It was as hot as I could stand and a lot hotter than I would have done myself- ever- but I was able to hold it in for the required five minutes before running to the outhouse to expel it. Surprisingly, it still felt really hot on my asshole going out. Another surprise was that there was still stuff going out with it.

I figured we were done after that, but Mistress Gloria yelled out, "Round Four," and we all again knelt on the porch. I heard her telling Mistress Cheryl, "Remember, oil holds and transfers heat a lot better than water so you have to be more careful with the heat."

I knew she was talking to Mistress Cheryl, because Mistress Cheryl replied, "I know. I was on the other end of the nozzle last time, remember?"

Mistress Gloria just laughed and said, "But you weren't looking at the thermometer. Don't let it get above eighty-five for round four and one hundred for round five."

I knew it was going to be oil, but I didn't know how warm it was going to feel. It wasn't hot, but it stayed warm inside me and the warmth seemed to be moving up... and up... and up inside me. I really wanted to get it out of me and was sort of moving my legs as I knelt there waiting.

"I should tell you to keep still," Mistress Sam said, "but your little ass looks so cute when you are wiggling around that I think I will just let you move."

That kept me quieter than anything else she could have said. I think I was able to remain almost totally still for the rest of the time until Mistress Gloria said I could run to the outhouse.

Round five was really hard. That oil was hot. Again, not burning hot, but HOT and it stayed hot for the whole five minutes. On top of that, Mistress Gloria set a plastic five-gallon bucket on the ground next to the outhouse and told us that we had to put the oil in there first.

I wasn't sure what she meant by first, but I soon found out. After holly sort of sat / squatted over the bucket and emptied the hot oil into it, she picked up the bucket and carried it over to Mistress Sam. Mistress Sam looked in it and said, "Clear." Then she ordered, "Dump it in the outhouse and sit in there for five minutes to make sure you are empty."

Puddy tat and tracy did the same, but when it came for me, Mistress Sam looked down into the bucket and frowned. "Sorry, worm," she said softly, "you need a round six."

I stood there with my mouth and eyes wide open looking at her. The oil looked clear to me.

"Snap out of it, walter," she said firmly, "empty the bucket and get back in position."

I walked over to the outhouse and poured the oil down the larger hole. Tracy was still sitting there on the smaller hole watching me. Then I went back to the porch and knelt down. In a few minutes, Mistress Gloria was again inserting the nozzle.

The oil was again hot, and this time it was even harder to hold in. I know I was almost dancing on my knees by the end of the five minutes. Meanwhile, the three Mistresses as well as holly, tracy, and puddy tat were watching me and giggling.

At the end of five minutes, Mistress Gloria said, "You can go straight to the outhouse, walter." That's when I knew that they had made me do a round six just so they could watch me squirm. I maybe should have been mad, but they are the Mistresses and I am their slave. If I thought it was really going to damage me in some way, I could have used my safe word, but it was just the Mistresses having a little fun.

By the time I finally came out of the outhouse, holly, tracy, and puddy tat had everything cleaned up and put away. We were then given a few hours of free time, which we spent swimming. After an early supper for the Mistresses, Mistress Gloria told us, "Make yourselves presentable for tonight. I want you dressed in just your collars and a black coverup."

We hurried and cleaned up the kitchen and then went to our rooms. "What does she mean?" I asked holly.

Holly giggled at me and said, "She means proper makeup... at least around the eyes and mouth."

"What?" I sputtered. "I don't know how to put on makeup!"

"I'll do yours," holly replied.

The lipstick was OK. The eye shadow and eye liner wasn't too bad. But the mascara was terrible. I've never had anyone put anything on my eyelashes before.

"I don't need mascara," I protested. "I have big, dark, eyelashes.