This story is a fantasy. Please do not try something like this. It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age, depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this. In fact you should not even be here.
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Six: Beast As I breathe heavily trying to blow his hot, salty piss out of my mouth and nose, my heart pounds in my chest while he just stands before my suspended, naked, and tortured body, laughing at me. Still holding me by my hair, he says, "Now I'm done. If you want down, slaveboy, you'll have to beg me." Still struggling to gain control, I blurt out, "Yes, sir, please let me down. I'll obey you; I won't give you any trouble." After he unfastens my outstretched wrists, he brings them in front of me and locks them together again. Then he lowers the chain holding me upside down until I am lying on the floor again. I let out a deep sigh of relief as the blood pressure in my head begins to lessen. Once he unlocks my ankles, he allows me to bring my legs together. Finally, I can rest for awhile even though my naked body is still overheated and stinging from the beating. Without a word, my tormentor leaves the room and turns down the lights. The entire ordeal has worn me out, and I fall asleep, no longer caring where I am, or what will happen to me. I awaken some time later bleary-eyed and shivering. I am still naked with only my wrists locked together. The cuffs on my ankles are no longer chained together.
"What's he going to do to me now," I think. Before we had been caught breaking his rules, he had threatened to brand me and assfuck me; I want no part of either humiliation. But, up to now, he has total control, and I am forced to submit to his degrading acts, so I have no reason to hope that anything will change. In fact, I remember that the other officers had told me that this guy was hard and cruel to anyone that he made his slave. While I am worrying about how much I am going to suffer, he opens the heavy door, walks in and yells loudly, "GET THE FUCK UP, SLAVE AND STAND AT ATTENTION, FEET WIDE APART AND POINTED INWARD." I comply as quickly as I can, not wanting to anger him, and still he kicks me in the ass. "Now bend over and put your hands on the floor." I lean forward catching myself on my cuffed hands. Then he kicks my legs further apart. In this embarrassing position he grabs my balls and roughly shoves a butt plug up my ass. Because I moan and grunt too loudly, he squeezes my balls sending a shooting pain through me. "GET USE TO IT CUNT. YOU KEEP THINKING YOU'RE GOING TO GET A BREAK HERE. YOU'RE HERE FOR ME TO USE, AND IF WANT MY DOG TO FUCK YOU, I WILL. NOW GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND CRAWL BEHIND ME." He leads me into another room that contains more bondage gear. "This is my pony barn, you fucking miserable cunt. We're going to play a little game." Grabbing a paddle, he cracks my ass cheeks and yells, "SPREAD YOU LEGS APART!"
When he is satisfied with how I am positioned, he lifts each knee and slips on a pad. Then he buckles on leather ankle cuffs. Next comes a wide belt around my waist. From there he moves to my cock and balls sliding a leather pouch over them and locking it in place. He hits the end of the butt plug with his hand just to remind me that it will remain right where it is, torturing my asshole. "You're okay with all this, right boy?" Knowing what the answer must be, I mutter, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Let's continue." He slips gloves onto my hands while telling me, "You're going to take me for a ride outside; do a good job and you can earn a nice place to sleep tonight."
All I can manage is a groan, as he continues buckling a wide collar around my neck. When he shoves a leather horse's bit into my mouth, I try to adjust to having the bar holding my mouth open. Then he sits across my back. "Time for my ride, boy." Grabbing the reins attached to the bit, he pulls hard and holds my head back. "Before we get outside, I'm going to teach you how to obey my commands, and after a few minutes of training, I'm sure you'll know what to do." Even with the bit holding my head back, I scream in pain. He shoots an electrical jolt through the pouch and into my cock and balls. "That little jolts means, GET GOING, BOY!" Two more jolts are shot into me, and I cry out again, trying to shout, "Please, sir, no more pain." He only laughs, and continues, "That means STOP!." As I scream from a shock to my left nut, he says sadistically, "LEFT, boy." After I endure one more shock, to my right nut, I think my training is complete. I am ready to obey without question. "Just so you know I'm serious, boy, how's this." He sends a continuous shock into my cock and balls that makes me scream and writhe in pain. It only lasts a few seconds, but I immediately begin pleading with him, "Please; please stop; I'll ride you around all you want." "You will anyway, boy. And you will follow the shocks because I'm not going to say a word. I'm just going to push a button and you're going to obey or get the full jolt." After getting off my back, he grabs the reins and leads me out the back door and into the grass. Standing in front of me as I wait on all fours like a beast, he laughs, "Before we get started, I`ve got to piss again, and you know what that means. Open up cocksucker; I'm want to fill your gut once more." Feeling hopeless and completely degraded, I obediently raise my head and wait with the bit keeping my mouth open to become his toilet. I do the best I can, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his hot, disgusting piss. When he drains his bladder, he loosens his hold on the reins, and I drop my head down in shame. Patting me on the head like a dog, he sneers, "That's what I like see, an obedient slave boy. You'll be here for a long time, and things will go a lot easier on you when you do a I say. Now, let's take that ride." He swings around me and jumps on my back. Since I weighed only about 140 pounds, his 180 pounds makes me feel like I am going to get crushed. "Hold me up cunt or you're in for a long night of hell. The first time is always the hardest. You'll get stronger and more able to endure my torments the longer you're here." Then the sharp pain of electricity shoots through my cock and balls. I grunt in pain, but move forward. Fortunately, he rides me around only the flat part of his yard going perhaps a hundreds yards out and back. As I move along slowly under his weight, he holds the bit tightly in my mouth, making me salivate just like a horse. When he demands that I go faster, I receive a bare handed slap on the ass. Then the shocks come. First, I get the two quick ones signaling me to stop. Then one, and I move to the left, all the while, groaning quietly and trying to bear up under the pain of the shocks and the weight of his naked body. And, although the field is flat, the grass is almost eight inches high and my arms, chest, gut, and legs are being tortured by the stiff, prickly blades. Not only that, I begin sweating from temperature and having to work so hard under him. But he says nothing and takes no pity, just sitting quietly pushing the buttons of his electrical torture device. After two grueling laps around the field, I am beginning to tire rapidly; I stumble a few times almost breaking my wrists. If it wasn't for the gloves and the knee pads, I would have been bleeding long ago. And even the though I dread each shock, I grow accustomed to them and obey immediately when jolted. But, the plug in my ass begins irritating my asshole, and I try to wiggle my ass thinking it would move. Sensing my discomfort, he hits me once again, only this time, right on the end of the plug which, like the electrical shock, sends a pain up my ass. "Look cunt, the only way this thing is coming out is when I decide to fuck you. I want you primed and ready for my cock up your pale, skinny, white ass." Then he hits me again. Then shocks me twice more. I know to stop immediately. When he gets off my back, I sigh deeply in relief thinking this torture game is over. Without saying a word, he walks in front of me, grabs the reins and leads me over to a fence pole. "I think you need to learn a lesson. I'm going to tie your reins to this post, and you will remain on all fours in your get up, waiting like a good horse would until I say you can come back into the house." After two hard smacks on the ass, he gives me a long jolt of electricity to my cock and balls. "Remember, disobey me, and you'll pay." As he walks away, the current stops, and I slump down without leaving my hands and knees. I cannot take a chance that he will show me any mercy. At first, I think that he is just letting me rest as before and that when he returns, I will be freed of the horse restraints. But he has purposely left me in the sun. I am already very tired from the ride, but now the heat and weight of the saddle begins to seriously wear me out. With the sun beating down on me, I can't concentrate. I am sweating badly and the body salt makes all scratches from the grass burn horribly. I am thirsty and dizzy. "Please; please come get me, I think. I've learned to obey. I know you are in charge, and I have no way of escaping. Please, help me." Then, I feel faint, and I fall over; although I know it means trouble for me, I cannot get up, so I resign myself to any punishment he will make me endure. He must have been watching me as before because within minutes of my collapse, I hear him yell, "GET ON YOUR FEET, YOU FUCKIN' COCKSUCKER, AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN BACK TO THE HOUSE!" The words scare me, so I hurry to my feet, and struggle through my exhaustion, until I am running as fast as I can, carrying the weight of the restraints. When I get within about twenty yards of the house, he sends the current through my cock and balls. I scream through the bit and stumble, but know I cannot stop. He hits me again, and I shake, but don't give up. After a third jolt, I reach the house, and I collapse down to my hands and knees assuming the beast's position. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING, CUNT. I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO GET ON THE GROUND!" WHAM! He hits me with the electricity again, this time not turning it off. Though the pain I struggle to my feet, feeling weak and weary. "AT ATTENTION, CUNT!" I do the best I can, trying to stand still, naked; still dressed in the hot, black leather saddle; still fighting the fucking bit in my mouth; and still bearing up under the plug in my ass. When I get into the position that satisfies him, and after letting me stand at attention for several minutes, he walks up to me, unbuckles the saddle, letting it fall to the ground behind me. Then he takes the bridle and bit out my mouth. "You've got a lot more to learn before I race you against the other slaves because I don't like to lose. It only makes me angry, and then I have to take it out on you." As he glares at me, he undoes the belt around my waist and pulls out the butt plug. "What do you say, cunt?"
"Thank you sir, for letting me be your horse and perform for you today. I'm sorry if I made mistakes. I deserve to be punished."
"Well, you seem to be learning. But I'm very hard to convince, so let's just say, there will be more discipline for you. Now get into the house. We're going to the shower where you'll learn how to be bathroom slave."
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