Master Wilson—I never learned his first name--kept me until Thursday morning. He let me have coffee in the morning and scrambled eggs from a bowl on the floor just like Danny makes me do. He spent a good part of the day in his office after he gave me a list of chores to do for him—mostly houseboy shit and laundry. I was too sore to shower but he made me give myself a bath at the sink. He said my cage was stinking so he got a big bowl of warm soapy water, put it on the floor, and made me fucking squat down so my junk, cage included, could soak in the water. Let me tell you, it really hurt to squat like that because it made the skin on my ass stretch. He kept me squatting there like that while he showered and by the time he finally let me up my legs had started cramping. I was pretty miserable by then so Wilson got to see what my face looks like when I'm crying.
He never did anything else to hurt me but he had me eat him from the bottoms of his feet right up to his neck and get him off three times. And yes, Wilson became the fourth person to make me drink his piss. I probably shouldn't bother counting any longer. It seems like they've decided I'm a public urinal now. He cock is curved more than I've ever seen before and it was really hard to blow him. He never said anything about it, but he also never complained about the way I took care of him. I was grateful that he didn't want to fuck me.
Thanksgiving Dinner was pleasant enough, I guess. They're pretty nice to me, considering. I'm naked as usual so they can all see the results of my evening at the spanking party, but none of them says anything about it. Zeke is an awesome cook. This is the first time I ever met him. He made a plate for me and let me eat standing up since it was obvious that I wouldn't have wanted to sit down. He even let me have some of the wine they were drinking, but to tell the truth, it tasted worse than piss as far as I was concerned—and I was qualified to say that! Add Steven and Brett to the piss list. Brett tastes the worst of them all. I almost vomited up my dinner but managed to keep it down. The others probably would have pissed down my throat as well but I heard one of them say to the others that they didn't want to have to deal with me getting sick on them.
Other than urinal duty, none of them paid me any heed. I was like this kid one of their relatives struck them with because he had to leave town. I ate alone in the kitchen and, of course, I was put to work cleaning up after dinner. Fortunately, Zeke has a dishwasher. Otherwise it would have taken me hours because except for bringing their dirty plates and cleaning the table, I was left alone to do most of the work. Zeke checked in a couple times and had to show me where to put some of the things, but other than that he didn't seem all that interested in having to deal with me.
They had this friend named Jonah show up for desert. He sent his slave timmy in to help me. He was a good-looking boy about my age and didn't seem upset that he'd been put to work. I guess he's a lot better trained than I am. He seemed pleasant enough. We weren't allowed to speak, but I found that we were able to communicate pretty well eye to eye.
I have to say that timmy is very obedient. I whispered a couple words to him and he just stayed silent and shook his head at me. He wasn't marked up much except for a couple welts on his ass that had turned purple. He seemed to know his way around the kitchen so I figured that Jonah and Zeke hang out together sometimes. And oh yeah, he had manacles on his wrists and feet that match his collar. All black leather with studs in them. Rings on the collar. I bet his hands are clipped to his collar sometimes. His dick wasn't caged and was about the same size as mine.
So they left me with Zeke for the rest of the weekend. He drove some kind of delivery van. There was bondage equipment in the back. He locked me in there but didn't tie me down. Good thing, because the van bounced around a lot. Seemed like he was driving me on country roads that weren't in very good shape. We ended up at some farm and there were a lot of guys around. Two naked slaves were there, well-tanned and wearing boots. Both were a lot older than me, probably in their thirties. Both had marks on them from some kind of cane or maybe a switch was used on them.
There was a bunch of rough and tough-looking workers there, and horses and pigs and chickens and even a couple cows. I noticed that only a couple of them treated the other slaves like slaves. One of them was always smacking them around and when he did, they'd been trained to say "Thank you, Master" whenever he did. That seemed pretty stupid to me but who the fuck am I to judge the way others behaved? Those two slaves were used to very hard work. They were built like brick shithouses, but yet, I saw one of them get down on his knees to drink some dude's piss.
The others acted as if the slaves were just ordinary guys who didn't like to wear clothes. They got me a pair of boots and took me around and I got to help them out with some of the things they had to do. The worst was cleaning up after the horses.
None of the guys who worked there were shy about stuffing my throat with their dicks, but the other slaves—I never did learn their names---weren't used that way, it seemed. Maybe they were getting time off because I be the cocksucker for the weekend. Only one of the guys hit me, but I have to tell you, holy shit did those guys' dicks smell awful!!!!! I guess they don't shower often on a farm. I know that by Sunday morning I was smelling pretty ripe myself. I don't think I ever sweat as much as I did that weekend, even though it wasn't really too hot out.
I was never taken into the house. I never got to meet whoever lived in the house and owned the farm. Everyone just went about doing what they do without anyone having to be told what to do. Three of them rode the horses while me and the other slaves mucked out the barn both mornings.
I slept in the barn with the horses on a tarp and I must admit that by the time the weekend ended I had gotten used to the smell of horses. When Master Zeke found out I stunk, he made the other slaves scrub me down with soap and water from a hose on Sunday morning before he loaded me back into the van and bounced me all the way back home. I have to tell you that I was fucking hurting more from the scrubbing than from anything that was still sore from being whipped Tuesday night. When we got home Zeke—bless him---let me take a long slow hot shower and clean myself out so he could fuck me. Twice before Danny came back to pick me up and take me back to campus.
Danny said I looked like I had put on some muscle after working all weekend. He was actually a little affectionate with me after he worked my nipples and I was sobbing in his arms. I had tried to act cool towards Danny because of him abandoning me to the others, but that was a mistake. "Gonna have to take the fucking chill out of your attitude, faggot," he told me before he took my nipples in hands. He succeeded. I'll never pull that shit again.
All in all, it was good to be home. Even better when Craig came over to take me back to our room in the freshman dorm. He actually told me he missed me while I was sucking his cock (hooray again!) and then swallowing you-know-what right after he shot his load. I would eventually realize that Craig always started pissing right after he had shot his first load. I think it has something to do with the fact that he had to feel okay with himself by degrading me even more than he ever did before. And fuck! First thing that happened when he got me back to the room was make me clean his stinky feet with my mouth. It seems like Craig is gonna turn me into a pig. I don't care. He's good to me. I couldn't understand how Craig should be so wonderfully kind while also driven to plunge me deeply into a world of humiliation. And yet I knew I was happier to see him come back home than Danny.
That night I dreamed that I was sleeping in Craig's arms. When I woke up in the morning I realized that it was true. I have no idea how that happened.
That morning he wouldn't let me leave the room to piss until he was ready to come with me. "I forbid you to go there alone ever again. I don't want anyone attacking you. You've still got enemies right here in our hallway."
"Shit. Maybe I should go stay with Danny again."
"No. You'll stay the fuck here and I'll make sure you'll be okay." Craig is so fucking cute when he plays at being my Master. Too bad it's only a role-play for him. Damn! I have to be careful. Better not start dreaming he'll make a full transition. No matter how much of his piss I have to drink. I wish the fuck he'd stop being so nice to me. I'm just a sucker for sweet and sour.
As most of us come to realize at some point in life, despite the fact that we all think we have some idea about what our future will be like, the truth is that a lot of times, we don't have even a clue.
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