Master Cowboy - Part 16
The Grand Opening
As i lay resting in my cage home i thought back to a week ago when Master tied me down in the back of His "slave mobile" and drove to several bars in town. He went to a twink bar and allowed young sissy boys to use me as a fuck hole. They were grossed out by the idea at first but after one husky youth climbed into the truck and began fucking my exposed asshole the others began to turn on to the idea. When he was finished he shoved his slimy cock down my throat and made me suck it clean. After that scene others lined up to pay and use me like a dog.
Master drove to a bar which was a favorite of a gang of black bikers, a skinhead bar, two leather/Levi bars, and one straight bar. At each stop i was raped continually in both mouth and ass. Each group of men ravaged my fuck holes and treated me as the low life scum bag that i had become. They were brutal in their attacks upon my slave holes and by the time Master was driving back to the Farm i was covered in wet slime from head to toe. Cum dripped from my fuck holes but i was so totally exhausted i merely laid my head down in the wet pool on the floor and passed out smelling and tasting what seemed like gallons of man-cum. Once back at the farm He ordered me dragged from the slave mobile and locked in my cage where i would remain until party night so that i would be well rested for the work that He had in mind for me.
Much had taken place in the past week in preparation for Master's Grand Opening of His Farm. All of the existing slaves were worked hard by the trainers. Lord Bond had loaned His two slaves to be used as well. The slave that He had acquired from Master Cowboy weeks before was there as well as Lord Bonds two other slaves. They were all worked hard to prepare the dungeon and grounds for the party. An out building which used to be used for horses was remodeled into a bunkhouse for the guests to stay in. Close friends of Master Cowboy would stay in His house however.
The entire farm had been thoroughly transformed since my Master had purchased the place with the money that i had signed over to Him when i signed His slavery contract many months ago. The barn had been transformed into a dungeon, throne room, and slave quarters. There were also special rooms in which visitors could take slaves to privately work on them. Nothing was left undone in the farm's transformation. All of the slave cages and cells faced the main dungeon area so that they could always see everything that was being done to another slave or slaves. The dungeon itself was well thought out and designed with slave use and torture in mind. The central portion of the barn had been utilized. The dungeon itself was circular in length with riser seating on all sides. Each riser contained comfortable seating for the Masters and floor space around each chair so that a slave had full access to the Man it was servicing. Each seating area was down lit with low voltage spots which added to the ambience of the space.
There were two crosses, both a Tao and a St. Andrews. The beams that crossed overhead were fitted with numerous chains and hoists, there were heavy metal rings mounted on the walls, floor, and ceiling. The floor was concrete covered with a dense rubber pad which made it both durable and very functional. The entire space could just be hosed down for cleaning. There were numerous slings, several fisting benches, and drains so that any piss not fed directly down a slave's throat would run off nicely.
Mounted on racks placed around the space were whips, shackles, canes, floggers, a large variety of tit clamps, and every device of torture imaginable. Master Cowboy and His investors had spent an immense fortune to remodel and furnish the space in which all forms of debauchery would take place. Invitations had been handed out to all that had used me when Master had lent me out on His tour of bars the week previously. Many of these would only be allowed the top row of stadium seating where they could be spectators to the slaves and real Masters that had received engraved invitations to this special event; the first of many to come. Any of the guests in the upper row could become involved in the action only if they offered themselves as slaves. Many of those that did so would never see freedom again.
Once all preparations had been made all slaves were taken to the slave preparation room. There they had all hair removed from their bodies that may have grown back in the past week. Each was slathered with a special cream that stripped the hair from their bodies. When finished all slaves were hairless from head too toe, including eye brows. The only things that they wore were there slave bar codes tattooed at the base of the neck and a chain choke chain. Each slave was given a deep enema so that its rear fuck hole was clean and inviting. As for the personal slave of Master Cowboy i had already had all my hair permanently removed with a laser process. My rear fuck hole had a rubber hose mounted in it for the entire week before so that my ass would be kept clean of all impurities. i was fed a liquid diet and had a rubber hose connecting my mouth to a catheter so that all fluids were kept recycled in my system. when all slaves had been prepared i was removed from my cage and led to my Master's boots where i kissed and licked them from toe to top. i my wrists were strung from a chain attached to an overhead beam so that i hung directly over the central floor drain. All tubes were removed and my ass was hosed out one more time to prove its cleanliness. i was rubbed down with hot oil so that my body glistened in the light and my back tattoo glowed in full color. It was thirty minutes from the scheduled opening time. i squatted next to Master where He sat in His centrally placed throne. There was one empty throne next to His that was meant for Lord Bond. A trumpet sounded and Lord Bond entered the dungeon leading His three slaves. His dog slave `scum' crawled beside its Lord and Master. it wore a huge spiked leather dog collar, rubber mitts on its former hands, now paws. Lord Bond had begun scum on a heavy testosterone treatment which had already caused hair to grow all over its body to make it look like the animal it had become. When Lord Bond stood before Master Cowboy they greeted with a huge hug. Lord Bond ordered scum to "greet Master Cowboy". When it opened its mouth nothing was emitted from its mouth except growl and hoarse bark. it had obviously had its vocal code snipped since it left Master Cowboy's service. scum was truly its Master's dog slave in all manner. it would never be human again, but would serve out its life as a dog. Lord Bond took His seat next to Master Cowboy with His slaves at His feet.
Master Cowboy ordered me to kneel before Him and I quickly crawled and squatted before Him.
"In accordance with its Contract of Permanent slavery that it signed when first giving its life over to Me I have decided to take its slavery further as of this special night. slave will function as I order for the pleasure of Myself and all guests in attendance. Before we begin however I have a new document for My slave to sign. Of course it really has no say in this matter but I wish to make this formal and witnessed by all in attendance at this moment prior to opening the doors for My guests to enter. Placed before My slave is a new document which it is ordered to sign. It states as follows:
Contract for Permanent status as slave property to Master Cowboy
this slave, formerly known as `sluthole', does this day before all in attendance sign its life over completely and permanently to it's Master. it will never be allowed human status again. it remains in compliance to its previous slave contract, however upon signing this document it does from this day forward become mere property of Master Cowboy.
As such it will be branded with its Master's mark on its ass as any beast of the field. it will have a permanent gps chip imbedded in its neck so that it can be tracked in the future and even if should one day try to run off will be tracked and run down like a dog.
it also accepts a new slave name that its Master has selected for it. From this day forward it will answer to the name `thing' in reflection of just what it has become and will continue to be; it's Master's neutered thing.
As proof of this commitment to Master Cowboy it does with the signing of this document sign away all rights to its slave testicles to its Master. its testicles shall be permanently removed this weekend before all in attendance and two extremely large surgical steel balls will be implanted in their place to forever sway between `things legs as symbol of its total conversion as master's property.
Signed ______________ formerly known as slut hole.
With tears running down my slave cheeks, my Master's cheeks, i had no recourse but to sign away my last symbol of manhood.
After signing i knelt forward and kissed my Master's boots in gratitude.
"Excellent `thing', its Master is very pleased to now own its former manhood completely and I look forward to the ceremony in which I shall cut out its testicles and replace them with weights that will always remind it of its place in life; as its Master's neutered property. Let the festivities begin."
At the entrance metal rings had been mounted in the floor and the beam above. That was where my Master would string my body up tightly so that i was on view for all entering He ordered me led to the entrance where i was strung spread eagle with my slave tattoo facing the entrance for all to behold. A ten pound weight was attached to the metal rings that stretched my balls. Two pound weights were attached to the rings in my ever enlarging slave nipples. i hung like a pig awaiting slaughter which is in fact what i had become. Sometime Sunday evening what were once my testicles would be cut out and weights sewn up in my former ball sack. my slave balls would from that day forward be kept in a sealed jar of fluid as a reminder of what i once was and what i now had become; a ball free piece of slave property. i could imagine what would happen after that. Master Cowboy would use steroids to reform my body and complete the process of turning me into His freak slave.
The long weekend had only begun.