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A Trial Period of Enslavement by slave 7
Chapter 2: Becoming Oriented, Settling In
Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Synopsis: Under current American Real Slave Program regulations, no one may be coerced into slavery. Rob Carter could imagine how some may construe a "trial period of enslavement" as a type of coercion. After all, he would be working outside the authority of an authorized slave dealership and training program, like The Slave Center. So, at first he agrees only to meet Craig at a public event. For Craig, this event comes right before he's about to take vacation time from work but has nowhere to go and nothing to do, no plans at all. At a casual meeting arranged by Craig's friends, Rob Carter decides to offer Craig a visit to his rural property, where slaves live openly and free. There, could Craig possibly have the experiences he needs to accept his true nature? It's an open invitation, and Craig walks right in.
Hello. Are you ready to read more about my journey into slavery, into the heart of myself and my self-actualization? Here it goes:
I enjoyed my walk among the junipers and pines to Rob Carter's house. It helped me relax. It helped me breathe. It helped ease any tension I may have held, not about the day, but about work and life in general.
Jacob and Chris were right. The path upon which I walked was easy on my bare feet. I kept an eye out for rocks and twigs. It was a simple matter to keep my feet comfortably on the soft ground so that I felt calm and centered by the time I saw Rob Carter's house as I ambled over a small hill.
The sight below was awesome: a modest but rather nice ranch house, a barn, a corral, a sizable vegetable garden and much more. Such a peaceful-looking setting, a kind of paradise nestled among the gentle rolling hills of the area. There were a few men about the place, all fully clothed in jeans, I noticed, all with cowboy hats. How could I walk nude into that scene? I had my doubts, but, at this point, what else could I do?
As I entered the flat land around the house, men began to notice me, but they sure didn't seem to care. So, I guess they thought it was normal to see a naked dude walking around. As I neared the house, I heard a voice, which I believed to be that of Rob Carter, say, "Hey look, here comes a stray!"
I looked toward the voice and saw Jacob, Chris and Rob sitting on a large, covered wood deck at the side of the house. They were apparently drinking coffee and enjoying a relaxing morning, and they were looking right at me. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but Rob Carter told me later that I was fully erect.
I walked up the few steps to the deck and nodded my head in hello to Rob Carter. He seemed to barely acknowledge me, though he was smiling and watching me.
"Here's some water," Jacob offered. I took it and downed the whole glass in a couple gulps.
"I see you're having a pleasant morning, but you got kind of dusty. There's an outdoor shower right there, if you want to rinse off," offered Rob Carter.
"Craig," Jacob quickly chimed in, "here's a thought, since you were telling me all about this `connected to the universe' kind of thing: didn't you once tell me that you sometimes shave your whole body and that it feels like a kind of renewal process for you, that being shaved all over makes you feel new and fresh? You know, this is the start of your vacation, a good time to renew, don't you think, maybe?"
"Well, yeah," I answered, really taken aback that Jacob would say such a thing and wondering what all this was about.
"Well, a lot of the guys around here are shaved all over, so you'd fit right in. There are clippers next to the shower so you can trim your pubes and pits down, and there are some new razors next to the soap in the shower area. Have at it, if you want, if you think it would make you feel better, `new and fresh' as you say."
"Jacob, what the hell are you saying all this for? Can't you just let me be? This is getting kind of weird," I stated, though I liked this kind of weirdness.
"Seriously, as your friend, I think it would do you good. You've been kind of stressed and unhappy for some time now and need something to snap you out of it. That's why I thought it would be good for you to come here, to really have a vacation away from things, you know. And I think it would be cool to see you totally bare and free like that! You've told me you like it and how it makes you feel. So, anyway, you can use anything there by the shower. That's all I'm saying."
I didn't respond verbally to Jacob's suggestion, but I did move over to the shower area and, with not much contemplation, plugged in the hair trimmer and quickly buzzed away my pubes and pit hair. I even trimmed away the hair on my taint and in my ass crack. But that was no big deal. That was something I did every so often anyway. Then, after a only moment's thought and a shrug of my shoulders, I ran the trimmer over my head and gave myself a very short buzzcut. But, again, that was not such a big deal. I often sported a buzzcut.
Then, I hesitated only a moment before I trimmed off all my arm and leg hair, every hair everywhere below the neck. I was already feeling lighter, better. Once I got into the shower, I found the water warm and pleasant, and as it gave me a further sense of relaxation, I began the process of shaving my face, then my pits, and, somehow, I just went all the way. I shaved my pubes, taint and ass crack. Finally, I thought: "Oh well. I have come this far, why not do the rest? And I began the process of shaving off what little stubble was left of my body hair, first on my chest and then on my legs and arms. When I was finished, there was no hair left on me, except for my eyebrows and my buzzcut. "Oh, well, let's do the head, too," I thought, and so I did. I had shaved my head bare a few times before, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Jacob, who had undoubtedly been aware of what I was doing in that totally open outdoor shower, came over to me while I was rinsing. He said, "Looks great, Craig!" He stood there and looked me all over. He gave a pleasant chuckle and said, "You know, you could go all the way and shave your eyebrows, too. I mean, why not go all the way?" He chuckled again, "That would be so cool!"
I looked at Jacob and thought, "What the hell is this? Why does he seem so eager?"
"Come on," he continued. Who cares out here anyway? And you'll really experience that `all new' feeling you say you like."
I looked at him with some incredulity. "I don't think I'm ready for that."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged his shoulders. "You look great already, Craig."
I stood there thinking for minute. Jacob seemed overly pleased with all of this, and I wondered why. Finally, I stepped back into the shower and finished rinsing off. I left my eyebrows alone. Those things serve a purpose, don't they, especially outside in the sun?
When I stepped out of the shower, Jacob was still nearby. "You look great, man!" Jacob seemed to be enjoying this. "I love it!" he exclaimed. He seemed to want to give me a hug.
I was about to grab a towel and dry myself off when Jacob asked, "Do you see what's over there? You can really make yourself clean and new, inside and out! Why stop now?"
I looked. There was a separate kind of shower area, with a hose and large drain hole in the shower floor. I knew immediately what Jacob meant: go over there, stick the hose up my ass, and clean my insides out.
"Really?" I asked. "Why should I do that?"
"Why not? You've come this far, and you know you like the idea. It isn't like it's a strange idea around here anyway. That's what that hose is there for! And look at all these cowboys walking around here. You might get lucky!"
Well, Jacob was right. I had come this far and I did find the idea intriguing. I cleaned myself out sometimes just to feel good. So, I thought about how clean and new I would feel if I rinsed myself out. What a way to start a vacation: shaved bare and clean inside and out. I gave Jacob a little look, a tilt of my head and a little squint, as if to express, "What the fuck is going on here?" But I walked over to where Jacob had pointed, grabbed the hose, set the water temperature and pressure, and gave myself a thorough cleansing.
I liked it. It made me feel so clean, but even beyond that, kind of pure and free of worldly encumbrances, of baggage. I felt renewed and ready to live.
I dried off, put the towel in a basket that seemed to be there for that purpose, and began to walk back toward where Jacob, Chris and Rob Carter were sitting on the deck. I was naked and totally bare, with not a hair on my person outside of my eyebrows and in my nostrils. As I approached the deck, I soon noticed a little movement to my left, so I instinctively looked that way. Through a window into the house I thought I saw a man with a shaved head moving through the kitchen. And I thought I saw a wide metal collar around his neck, but I had such a short glimpse, and the sunlight was reflecting off the window, so I couldn't be sure. Still, this was adding up to be a strange morning. It was all feeling kind of surreal to me. And yet, I didn't want it to stop. And somewhere inside, I knew.
The image I thought I saw through the window had taken my breath away, made my chest pound a heartbeat or two, and caused my mind to reach for explanations. I breathed deeply in order to stay calm and to let my thoughts come to me. The overriding thought was just that whatever was going on, I felt okay. I felt safe and free. I felt the proverbial cliff before me. Should I jump? If I do, will I fly? Will I float? Will I ride along some invisible track that exists entirely for me? I walked on, which was my way of jumping off that cliff, I suppose. In a couple more steps I had reached the deck and was quickly at the table where my friends were seated.
Rob Carter stood up to meet me. He walked up to me, gave a good look at my shaved nakedness, and then embraced me into his manly cowboy arms, giving me a real bear hug, pulling my body against his fully clothed body. So, there I was, freshly hairless from head to toe, totally naked, cleaned from within, and this strong, attractive and fully clothed man had brought me into his arms, against his shirt, against his jeans, and kind of wrapped himself around me and held me very tightly. "Welcome! I have been looking forward to having you here." I hugged him back, firmly.
"Thank you, sir," was all I could think to say. At least, that's what came out of my mouth.
"Good boy!" he kept hugging me as he boomed his hearty approval and smiled broadly. His eyes sort of glowed.
"Look!" I heard Chris say, though with my face planted against Rob Carter's chest and bicep, I couldn't look at anything.
"I see," I heard Jacob say calmly.
When Rob Carter released me from his warm, wonderful, friendly embrace, he took a half step back and looked down. He smiled that warm and friendly smile of his.
Suddenly, I knew what Chris and Jacob were looking at. I hadn't even noticed, but my cock was rock hard. I think I sort of gasped, and I definitely moved to hide it once I realized what it was the men were looking at.
"Ah, just let it happen," offered Rob Carter, who put up one hand as if to motion me to stop. "Just let it happen. And keep your hands at your sides." When I returned to my still and upright position, he said, "Good boy."
There it was. He called me "good boy" again, and it felt so nice.
I felt too stunned to say anything, but somehow, I spontaneously uttered, without any real thought, the response, "Sir, yes, Sir." And I think my cock got harder.
Rob Carter seemed to look me up and down again, as if he was admiring the view. He smiled, so perhaps he really was enjoying the sight of me. He just stood there for a few moments, long enough for me to feel put on the spot. My response, again without any interfering thought processes going on in my head, was to push my chest out a little, lifting my nip up a little and improving my overall posture and stance.
Rob Carter noticed and responded, "That's it. Now, put your hands at the small of your back and just stay there." Again I said, "Sir, yes, Sir," and immediately obeyed. I put my hands behind my back and above my ass, with my cock jutting out at its fullest. "Good boy," Rob Carter offered again. "Stay like that."
Rob Carter sat back down at the table. I noted that there were only 3 chairs and I had nowhere to sit. Rob Carter didn't seem to care about that. He looked back my way and said, "Just stand there, quiet and still. I'm going to finish the last little bit of my coffee. Then, I'll give you a little tour of the place."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank You, Sir," I said, before I could consider my words. What was happening to me? What was I doing? Why was my cock hard? Why did I feel so good?
I stood there for some time, feeling a bit awkward, to say the least. Naked and totally hairless, and with a full erection and my hands behind my back. "Nothing but me and my natural self in the natural world," was the thought that went through my mind. I felt very different and odd, but good. After all, my cock was saying I loved it. My freshly shaved body felt so fully alive, new, available and ready.
It seemed both awkward and natural to stand there naked and erect with my hands behind my back. I spread my feet to about shoulder width apart and turned a little to more directly face Rob Carter and my friends. They all seemed to be ignoring me, or maybe they were just engaged in their own conversation without concern for having me standing there naked and hard.
While standing there, I looked up toward that window again. I believe I saw that shaved-head man again, perhaps looking out the window at me, but too soon he moved and was out of my sight.
Abruptly, Rob Carter stood up, turned toward me, and said, "Let's go, boy! I want to show you what a nice place this is to live."
Again, without thought or hesitation, as if it were just natural for me, I responded with, "Yes, sir, thank you, sir!"
I began to follow Rob Carter down the deck stairs, keeping my hand behind my back. As I stepped off the deck and onto the natural earth, Jacob called out to me, "Craig, Chris and I are going home now. Have a good time. We'll come back and get you."
I sort of stood there with my mouth open, my whole being, body and spirit, so bare and naked in the sun. "Don't worry. You'll be fine," added Jacob, and off they went.
I found out later in the day that they hadn't unloaded my backpack from their truck. So, my wallet, my phone, all my clothes, all the things I had packed for this little trip, were now back in Vegas with my friends. Luckily, I wasn't on any prescription medications, so I guess I didn't need any of my things while I stayed here on Rob Carter's ranch. Plus, I knew they'd be back.
After Jacob and Chris drove off, I began walking with Rob Carter. He walked briskly and didn't exactly wait for me, so I was slightly behind him. Right away he said, "I like when your hands are behind your back. It looks nice, natural, and makes me feel good."
"Sir, thank you, Sir." I was discovering how good it felt to keep my hands behind my bac, and to have Rob Carter express his approval. But why did he add that it looks natural?
There I was, with a man I didn't really know, on his ranch, totally without any belongings, absolutely and completely nude and hairless, and calling him "sir". And I was walking behind him with my hands firmly behind my back. I didn't even pay attention to whether my cock had gone flaccid or whether it was still erect. It was just not something that mattered. It was just not something for me to care about. I liked that. It helped me feel free.
Since I had met him, Rob Carter had never used my name. He only called me "boy". And I kept calling him, "Sir." I couldn't seem to help myself, and it felt so good to refer to him with a term of respect. This thought went through my mind as I followed him.
Rob Carter pointed out the vegetable garden ahead and said they can grow enough produce to serve everybody on the property. He also pointed to the area where there were some farm animals: pigs, goats, chickens, cows. "We produce our own dairy products and much of our own meat."
"Yes, sir," was all I said in acknowledgement that I had received and processed the information he had given me. Rob Carter turned and looked at me. He tilted his head a bit, like feeling some consternation. I quickly felt, more so than figured out, what he expected. So, I said, "Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." He nodded in approval, and I felt so satisfied. Mistakes don't require punishment, but merely correction.
He led me up close to the vegetable garden. It was large and neatly organized. "Normally, we produce all of our own vegetables, enough to feed everybody here and then some. Do you know anything about growing vegetables? I could use someone to be responsible for this garden. The previous worker assigned to the garden is no longer here on the ranch."
"A little, sir. I have interest but I don't have much experience, Sir." Gee, I was becoming really free and comfortable with the term of respect. I had stopped walking when we arrived at the garden and, somehow, just stood there facing the garden with my hands still behind my back and my feet spread about shoulder width apart. It was then that I noticed that my cock was indeed at full mast. I'm sure Rob Carter noticed what my cock was saying, too.
"Well, if you think you might be interested, that could work. I have someone who could teach you all you need to know."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, Sir," I answered, perplexed how he could think I could tend to his garden when I would only be on his ranch for a week or two.
Rob Carter faced me. "I am getting used to you calling me `sir'. I'm going to start expecting it. Would that be okay, boy?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Good boy. And now that you said I can expect it, I'm going to demand it, always. Do you understand me, boy?"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir." What was happening to me? It all felt so normal and natural. I was there on this man's rural property, buck naked and freshly shaved all over, fully erect, and calling him "sir" as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And he approved of all this! And so did I.
"From this moment on, then, I demand it. Do you hear me, boy? Look at me. I want to make sure you know what is happening here. If you wish to stay here with me, on my ranch, I demand that you call me sir. I demand that you begin and end with "sir" every single time you speak to me, boy."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," I responded. "Sir, I fully understand, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
And now that Rob Carter had informed me that it is not only okay that I call him "sir" but that he demands that I call him "sir", my cock engorged a bit more. Rob looked toward my cock and smiled.
So, here I was, right out there in the open, standing outdoors buck naked and hairless from head to foot on this man's ranch, standing in front of him with my hands behind my pack, my shaved cock 5-inch pointing straight out.
He turned and started walking, and I followed. We were now halfway to what seemed to be a barn, when Rob Carter stopped walking and turned back full around to stand in front of me. He looked down at my still erect dick. "Good boy," he said once again. "As it should be!"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir." I was almost quivering with excitement.
There I stood, bare and with a hard on, my hands behind my back, right in front of Rob Carter, in front of anybody nearby, out in the open, under the wide blue sky and bright sun. My heart was pounding and yet at peace. I felt the warmth of the sun on my bare back and ass. My eyes went toward the ground, perhaps in some sort of natural deference to this man, but soon I raised my head up and looked directly into the face of Rob Carter. He seemed kind, yet firm. He felt so natural, so at ease with himself and in control. I looked at him for a few quiet moments, monitoring my breathing so that it stayed calm and steady.
I noticed my erection was staying absolutely firm and full.
Rob Carter took in the sight of me, all of me. "How does it feel?"
"Sir, fine, Sir. Good, Sir. I can't say I understand what's going on here, but I feel very good, Sir."
"Good. Kneel."
I hesitated and turned my head slightly, as if mildly confused, as if I wasn't sure I had heard correctly. "You heard me. Kneel. Get down."
"Sir, yes, sir!" I said somewhat loudly, kind of like I meant it from the bottom of my being.
Once my knees were firmly on natural earth, Rob Carter said, "Good boy. Now, doesn't that feel nice?"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Good boy. Now, just feel it. Let the nice feelings wash all over you. It feels good to be who we really are, as natural as we can be."
"Sir, yes, sir. Seems so, sir."
He brought himself up close to me and embraced me again, bringing my cheek against his large belt buckle. I started to bring my arms out front so that I could wrapped them around him, but he said, "No! Keep them where they are supposed to be. I'm hugging you. You're not hugging me."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"That's right. The first word out of your mouth when addressing me must be sir'. The first word. Every time. And the final word will always be sir' too. Every time you speak with me."
"Sir, yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
"Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Exactly. That's what I expect."
Rob Carter noticed a man walking about 10 feet away. "Hey, Jim. Good morning to you."
"Hey, Rob," was all the man said as he kept moving on his way.
Rob Carter turned his attention back to me. He released me from his embrace but soon took my face into both of his hands. He pointed my attention right toward at his face.
"And if you have a longer utterance to say to me, then I expect many "sirs" interspersed across whatever it is you need to tell me. Is that clear, boy?
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Good, repeat that."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. I understand, Sir."
"Again."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Say it until saying it is completely normal for you, which I think it already is."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Is it normal for you?"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Good. I like it. Always let your respect for me flow freely. Don't hold it back."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Doesn't that make you feel good?"
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. Very much so, Sir. Thank you, sir."
"Even if your mouth is bitted, I expect the same."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"It's easy for you to call me `sir' when nothing is in your mouth, isn't it, boy? Completely natural."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. I can't deny it, Sir."
"Good."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"And it sounds good when you say it. Like you mean it, like you feel it."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir. I do, Sir."
Rob Carter reached into one of his pockets and pulled something out. "Look up at me, boy," he ordered calmly. "Open your mouth wide but keep it relaxed."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," I responded and then obeyed, without hesitation.
Once my mouth was wide open Rob Carter immediately placed whatever he had in his hands into my mouth. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and pressed down. I felt my tongue now under some sort of flat plate thing. The plate was not smooth, but rather had some little pointy things sticking out on its underside. He pushed it into my tongue. It didn't hurt, but I did feel a loss of use of my tongue, with the device pressing on it. I sort of gagged as Rob Carter's fingers went in deep, but he ignored that. He brought his hands out of my mouth and quickly grabbed another element of the device. Now, I was more fully aware of what was happening. He was placing a bit in my mouth that had some type of tongue depressor part to it. Once he had the bar part of the bit in place across my mouth, he quickly buckled the device behind my neck. It was very firmly in my mouth, pressing back against my lips and not allowing my tongue any movement at all. There was no way I could possibly eject it.
Rob Carter took a step back and looked at me. "Nice. Now say it."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir." I said as best I could, but it was just a mumble.
"Again."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Again."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Really? Does the boy mean it?
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
"Is the boy really thankful?'' "Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Are you really thanking me for putting a bit in your mouth?"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Good. Exactly as you should be."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
Rob Carter squatted down in front of me and put his face very close to mine, only an inch or two away. It felt wonderful with his face so close to mine. I yearned to be with him, not in some sexual way, but as if I needed to meld into him, to be a part of him, to be alive for him. He looked into my eyes, seemingly trying to see inside me. Then, he simply said, "Good. I like what I see."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
Rob Carter stood back up and said, "Now get up and follow me, boy."
"Sir, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."
As we reached the outside of Rob Carter's barn, he stopped by a half barrel on the ground that not only held fresh water but also had a pipe dripping just above it. The water fell gently into the barrel and then out again into something like a rain gutter, via which the water flowed away again to who knows where.
Rob Carter stopped in front of this half barrel, so I did as well, and, of course, I took my usual parade rest position, to Rob Carter's apparent satisfaction.
He began: "This is drinking water. I have several of these barrels set up around my property, so wherever you may be you can get water when you need it. The water flowing away goes to a pool where my other animals can drink, or to my garden, or to wherever it may be needed. What I need to see from you now is if, with my bit in your mouth, you can still take in enough water. So, show me."
I hesitated, somewhat stunned by all that was going on this morning, but said, "Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir," as best I could through the bit and began to bend down and bring my hands around to scoop up some water. Rob Carter didn't like that idea. He calmly said, "No. Keep those hands where they belong. Just drink. Show me."
I looked back at Rob Carter. I was processing what he said, I guess. Still, with only slight hesitation, I returned my hands behind my back, went to my knees, and put my face to the surface of the water in the half barrel. It wasn't too easy, but I was able to suck up water.
"Good. Getting enough water, boy?"
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir," I gasped as I paused from my drinking.
"Then drink all you need for now, and then get back on your feet."
I sucked up a few more mouthfuls of water. It was good, cool, fresh water, and it felt good going down to my stomach. Soon, though, I stood back up, which wasn't easy to do while keeping my hands behind my back, which is where I believed Rob Carter wanted them to stay, and assumed my parade rest position.
"Sir, thank you, sir," I stated without any real forethought. "Good slave," he returned.
My erection was gone. I felt calm yet bewildered, centered yet high, present yet far away. Why should I care about my erection when I was feeling all these things? And did he just call me `slave'?
Rob Carter walked through the nearby doors and into the building I took to be a barn. I followed. Upon entering, I noticed that it seemed to be where his horses are stabled. I had seen stables on TV and in photos, and I had read about human stables in some of my favorite erotic stories, but this was my first real view of such a place. It had a nice ambiance. I liked the feel of it all. It seemed so welcoming, peaceful and safe.
Through the center of the building, to the back doors, was an open dirt walkway, but on both sides were the stables, or stalls, each with its own gate as wide as the stall. The bottom half of each gate was wood, but the top half was a metal grate, kind of like prison bars. Thus, there was no chance for any animal inside a stall to go anywhere. The animal was locked in. The bars had a small opening, apparently for a person to reach into each stable and give something to the animal inside. The whole place felt well tended and clean.
There were horses in some of the stables, beautiful animals which I admired as Rob Carter led me through the facility. Many of the empty stalls had name plates, so I assumed they were the cages of animals currently out and about the ranch. Some of the names seemed pretty ordinary, but some of the plate only had numbers, which were not in any particular order. I noticed plates that read: 23, 14, 36, and 7.
As Rob Carter led me through the length of the building, I began to notice that some of the stalls were empty and had no name plates. We reached the end of the building. Rob Carter walked toward the row of stalls that lined the other side of the building. When we reached the third stall from the backside of the facility, Rob Carter stopped. There was no name on the stall. Inside, it was neat, with some sort of plant remains piled in, like a mulch. I wasn't sure exactly what the material was, but it definitely seemed all natural. It looked like compost or some such thing. I didn't know much about such things, but it kind of looked cozy and inviting, soft and pleasant. I thought to myself, "Rob Carter treats his animals well."
"So," Rob Carter began as he swung open the stall gate, "this one is not currently occupied, but it's ready to be home to somebody. Get in and see how nice it is."
I stood there for a moment, processing my darting thoughts, but, "Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir" soon came my reply, clear enough for anyone to understand, even with the bit in my mouth.
"Feel free to relax in there. In here, you can take your hands from behind your back. Pick up the bedding. Doesn't it feel just right? It's just a compost I make from limited ingredients. There's no kitchen waste in it. Just leaves and some other plant material thrown together. It creates a soft bed and, since it's made of material that is actually composting, there is a natural warmth it creates. Sit down on it. You'll feel it on your ass."
Without replying, I lowered myself onto the stuff, and indeed it did feel soft and kind of warm. It smelled nice, too, kind of woodsy and natural. I liked it and breathed in deeply.
Rob Carter's hand radio, which he kept hooked onto his belt, suddenly came to life and I heard a man's voice. Rob Carter walked away from me for a bit and spoke with the man for a minute or two. When Rob Carter came back, he stepped into the gateway of my stall, where I was still happily sitting, and said he could not give me a complete tour of his ranch just yet, that he had something that needed taking care of right away. "So, let's have ourselves a serious little talk before I leave you here."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"When Jacob brought you to me, I didn't expect all this to happen on the first morning, but you seem to be such a natural. Are you feeling alright? Are you feeling comfortable and safe? "Sir, yes, sir. I think so, sir. Thank you, sir."
"And you're enjoying yourself."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"So, you don't wish to stop all of this and go back to your place in Vegas right now?"
"Sir, no, sir, thank you, sir."
"Good. Then what I'd like to do is leave you for an hour or two while I go take care of what I need to take care of. I that okay?"
"Sir, of course, sir."
"But in the spirit of what we have begun together, I am going to leave you here as I see fit."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Stand up and face away from me, keeping those hands where they belong."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Stay right there and let me get a couple things. I'll be back in minute."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
In the moments that Rob Carter was gone, I became firmly erect again. Imagine that. What did I have to be erect about? I noted my breathing, still pure and deep.
I soon heard some clanking and then Rob Carter's footfall.
"Good slave."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir." He called me a "good slave" and I agreed with him and thanked him. What was going on with me?
Rob Carter placed a large bowl full of water in one corner of the stall. Then he stated: "No need to say anything right now. Just do as I say."
"Sir, yes, sir, thank you, sir."
"Stay facing away from me, standing up straight."
Rob Carter slipped something made with leather straps around my crotch. Straps went along my groin and below my ass cheeks, like a jockstrap. Then, Rob Carter pulled the waistband portion and buckled it snugly at the small of my back. I felt the groin straps pull into me rather snugly. The final strap Rob Carter pulled up along my ass crack, and I thought that would be that. But Rob Carter seemed to be dealing with something that had to do with the strap. Perhaps he was making an adjustment, I thought. I dared not look back, though.
Suddenly, I felt Rob Carter's lubed fingers along my asshole and even going in. "You can piss anywhere in here, so I am not concerned about that, but If you are not well cleaned out back here, tell me now or keep quiet." I kept quiet.
Rob Carter continued, "I don't know your size, so I had to take an educated guess. Now, be sure to keep relaxing this hole, boy."
With that, I felt a butt plug entering my asshole. "Relax, boy. I am just helping you be your natural self, a good slave."
I breathed deeply and tried to relax my sphincter. I had played with butt plugs often enough at home, so it wasn't like this was brand new to me. But this man, who was new in my life, was shoving a plug up my ass and I had no idea how big it was. So, again, I just tried to relax and make my hole accepting. And accepting it was. Once the plug popped beyond its thickest part, I jerked around a bit and my breathing turned to more of a pant.
"Good, a nice snug fit. Just the way I like it," stated Rob Carter with what felt to me like real satisfaction. He then pulled the strap up tight and attached it to the back side of the waist belt. I heard a lock snap shut, and I loved the sound of it. "There," he continued, "now it's in there to stay."
I was breathing heavily now, coping with the plug and the overall situation I was in.
"Stay silent. No more words from you. Turn around and face me."
Rob Carter felt around the bit he had in my mouth. "All good there," he said, seemingly to himself. "Now, just for one or two more things."
He turned me around to face him. That's when I felt something along the back of my legs. It took me only a moment to realize that the plug up my ass had a tail attached, not unlike a horse's tail, long and bushy. My head spun that much more.
I felt Rob Carter's hands at my neck before I noticed what he was about to do. He placed and then locked a wide steel collar around my neck. I thought back to the image I had seen in the house window, and I imagined this collar to be what I had seen on the man's neck through that window. Now, such a collar was around my neck. I was feeling warm and secure, like somebody was caring for me and wanted to keep me. My idea of love and affection.
"My tail looks good on you. Very natural looking, like it just grew there."
I wondered if I should respond but he quickly began putting metal restraints around each of my wrists. They matched the collar. Then he locked the two together, behind my back, with a click. "Now, your hands are sure to stay right where slave hands are supposed to be when not in use for me."
He took a quick look at me and then continued, "One last thing for good measure. These things aren't really needed to keep you here, but they do give you a deeper experience, which I see you want and need." With that, he reached for a fairly weighty chain that hung from an eyebolt at the back corner of the stall. He attached this to a D-ring in the collar around my neck. "There! This all seem to suit you just fine! I'll be back in an hour or two. Now, just relax and feel what is happening to you, for you, with you... and with me. This will give you time to decide whether you really want to stay with me or whether you need go back home." He gave me a little pat on my butt, closed the gate.
From outside the gate, Rob Carter added, "Remember, just relax. That's all I need you to do. And what I need you to do, is what you do. We'll talk later."
So, there I was, trapped, and yet enjoying myself.
Part of me wanted to run and scream, "This is bullshit!" But I knew myself well enough to realize that this is exactly what I had fantasized about for years, but I had never told anybody, not even Jacob and Chris. I just kept my kinky desires locked up inside me. But now, it seemed much healthier for me to be actually locked up, rather than to be so totally locked up within myself.
After I was sure Rob Carter had left the building, I fell to my knees and then laid in the all-natural bedding. It felt warm and inviting, and it smelled nice. I liked it.
By this time of my stay on Rob Carter's ranch, I think my dick had a complete mind of its own, and I gave up monitoring, or even caring, what it was doing. So, I don't really recall how much it was up or how much it was down. What really mattered was what was going on within me, in my mind and heart, in the core of me.
There was nobody else in the stable building. It was very quiet and peaceful. The only noise was in my own head.
When I stopped my mind from reeling against the current state I was in, then my heart said I was content, happy, and excited about life. If my mind came to the fore and told me this was all horrible, unhealthy and ridiculous, then my heart became dull, cloudy and sad.
I couldn't smile with the bit in my mouth, but I know that I would have been smiling at the thought of Rob Carter and the things that had transpired in my life today.
I laid down on my side, in the muck, or whatever I should call it. The collar around my neck felt so good, like a constant hug. I loved it. And the collar was chained to a ring in the wall. And my wrists were bound behind my back. And a butt plug was locked up my ass, and it had a tail hanging from it. I was an animal locked in a stall. And all on my first morning.
I wriggled in the muck. I let myself groan and almost growl and snort. I was letting go. I was so tired of holding on, of living a life that was expected of me, of being trapped in the world as it is and as it wants me to be. But now, here in this stall, my breathing was becoming deep and pure again. I growled and snorted some more. I buried my face in the muck. Some of it got into my mouth. No matter. I loved it. I felt alive and free. When had I ever felt this good?
Rob Carter had said he wanted an answer from me. About what? Surely, nobody could live like this all the time, but my mind was strongly leaning toward a yes for the duration of my 2-week vacation. After the two weeks, I thought, Rob Carter and I could arrange to play like this, to have scenes like this, whenever we want.
But what also went through my mind was Rob Carter's suggestion that he needed someone to be in charge of growing the produce for all to eat at the ranch. That wasn't a play situation, and it felt like a invitation to live on the ranch. Could Rob Carter really have meant that?
I'm not sure how much I stayed awake and mulled things over, or how much I slept, or how much I just existed in a kind of limbo, as an animal, with no real trains of thought or concern.
It was about 75 minutes, I was told, after he had locked me away that Rob Carter returned.
I heard him walking toward my stall. I turned over on my back, feeling the plug fill my insides. Muck covered parts of my body as I came to rest with my knees bent and spread. I was looking through my knees and through the bars of the gate that locked me in. I briefly saw Rob Carter's face and felt a resultant excitement. I heard his key in the gate, and soon it swung open. He stopped in the gateway and looked at me. I noticed his eyes go to my crotch. He saw what I hadn't been noticing. My cock was fully erect, with the head mushrooming and turning a bit red. Rob Carter smiled softly and said, "Good slave!"