Bitch-Brian, Part TEN (conclusion)
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Bobby was still hanging from the rafters, standing in some horse manure. He had dried off from the watersports play, but, naturally, still stunk.
He could hear the gate to the horse stall open, but couldn't see who was entering. From my goodie bag, I had given Bobby a nice jet-black paddle with holes it in, and he pulled his arm back in the air and suddenly gave the bitch a piece of it. His ass turned red, the bitch screamed, and the force of the blow caused him to swing around facing us.
"Hey bitch, happy to see me?" asked Bobby.
I couldn't tell what shocked brian the most: the paddling or the fact that Bobby was so obviously back as a Master again. His mouth was open in awe. I grabbed his arm and spun him around again, giving Bobby a nice ass-target again. Bam! Bam! Bam! Over and over he paddled brian's nice melon-shaped buns, turning them bright red and causing the bitch to start crying. A small crowd had gathered at the entrance to the stall, and they were urging Bobby to give the bitch some more punishment.
Bobby walked up right next to brian and whispered: "remember how you treated me at the store bitch? Remember how you wouldn't give me even a little slack? How you mistreated me in front of other employees?"
As he spoke quietly in brian`s ear, bobby, pulled his cock out and pissed on the bitch's legs, marking him in a way that no amount of water would remove. Brian moaned, his cock still hard, getting off on the humiliation. Bobby grabbed the ropes holding brian in the air and untied him, leading the bitch over to a pair of rough wooden saw-horses. He manhandled brian into position so he was leaning over one horse at waist level, his arms stretched across to the other horse. Bobby made quick work of tying brian in that position, gagged him with a pissed on boy-beater from the watersports section of the barn, and blindfolded him with a filthy sock someone had left on the floor.
"Anyone have any Crisco," Bobby asked the crowd that was now watching the action. Four hands held out cans at the same time. Bobby chose one, thanked the man and started packing brian's ass.
He started with just two fingers, but the bitch had bee loosened up enough that he hardly felt it. Three...four...all five up to the knuckles. Bobby worked his right hand in, using his left to administer a series of stinging slaps to the bitch's ass. The crowd counted off each strike: "One, Two, three, four, five...". They set up a rhythm and sounded almost musical.
Bobby got right up next to brian's ear and whispered again: "Here it is brian...the hand you wouldn't help." And he pushed the hand into the bitch's ass beyond the wrist. Considering what he was taking, there wasn't much apparent noise coming from behind the gag in the bitch's mouth. There was that ever-present moan, but no real screams.
I began to think he was enjoying all of the attention to his ass, yet I was also feeling just a little sorry for the bitch, so I reached out to his mouth and stuck my fingers in around the gag, feeding him another tablet of x. With my other hand I let him have a snort of poppers.
Bobby was continuing the open-hand spanking, the crowd was still counting and shouting encouragement, and brian suddenly started grunting loudly, in time with the spanks and the counting, he stiffened, stretching his legs along the wood of the horse, his arms reaching for the ends of the other horse, and then he shot, it must have been five feet in the air, his ropes of white cum landing on the barn floor beyond where his head hung.
The crowd went wild! Men were jerking off and spanking their slave-bois and stripping for action.
Bobby pulled his hand out from the bitch, leaving a gaping reddened asshole in his wake. He walked over to a hosepipe and cleaned up, pouring some fresh water over his sweating head.
Back in the stall, someone had taken the bitch's gag out, and even on the other side of the barn we could hear him begging for more fist. The lined formed at the left. Some other men worked their way in between the saw-horses and used the bitch's mouth for their pleasure.
I went over to Bobby an asked if he wanted to wait for the bitch. He looked over at brian, in oblivion and being used by man after man. He was in his element, and would find a place to stay the night.
We left the barn-party together, Bobby and I, equals now, Masters of the night. Over the years we took on a number of bois, even took the bitch in for a few months at one point, and we stayed together for many years, having learned from each other about power, strength and obedience.
The end.
(Thanks again to those who wrote with encouragement. There will be another story, with other characters...I've a lot more kink in me that hasn't been let out. (-:
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