Storm Discovery, Part TWELVE - Berlin Weekend
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Werner and Schmidt (just plain "Sirs" to me) returned from their trip to New York early on Friday and called Master to let him know they would be by after lunch to collect me for the weekend. I knew only because FS told me after he put me in my cage to wait.
I had noticed FS taking a much more hostile view of me since the day the video was shot, when he himself had been so abused. He lorded his superior slave status over me, being rough whenever he was moving me from place to place, and being especially brutal when Master allowed him to fuck me in the ass or mouth.
But like it or not, our distinctive chest tattoos locked us in partnership, perhaps for life. His thick "FS" and my "OS" were a pair, and anyone seeing us together or apart would know we served the same man.
There was one noticeable difference: Master for some reason had decided to have FS re-grow his pit hair...but he limited it to a very narrow strip that ran from way above pit center to way below it. But while the patch was narrow in width, the individual hairs were allowed to grow as long as they could! They stuck out, even with his arms down. With his arms up the strips of hair looked like long explanation marks. It was the most unusual pit hair I had ever seen. My own remained shaved, as was my entire body from the neck down.
Shortly after 1:00pm, I heard the rumble of the Mustang and knew it was time for my long weekend to begin. Naturally, I was rock hard and leaking at the very thought of it!
Master apparently wasn't concerned about my safety...he wasn't even present when they came in to get me, leaving that duty to FS. As a slave, he was required to be submissive to them, but he was also in charge of me.
He had pulled me from my cage and had me at his side when he knock came at the door.
FS opened it and greeted the pair, keeping his eyes on the ground, holding the leash attached to my collar with one hand and his partly-hard cock with the other. He was naked, befitting his stature. Master had trained him to stand using one hand holding his cock, not pulling on it or anything, just holding it looking adolescent, which of course was Master's plan.
The dark haired Schmidt wasted no time, pulling out his long cock and grabbing my ears to position my head in the right angle, sticking his quickly hardening took in my waiting mouth right inside the from door.
The blond Verner on the other hand had his eye on FS, who made the mistake of looking up at Verner's face for a second. Verner slapped him smartly, put his hands on FS's shoulders and forced him into doggie position. With NO lube or spit or anything to ease the passage, he rammed his cock into FS's hole, fucking at a fantastic jackrabbit pace. Even FS, fuck-hole that he had become, was somewhat taken aback by the quickness of it all! He was howling with passion, pushing back onto Verners big tool in time to the thrusts, trying to match his guest-master's tempo.
Schmidt has a tempo of his own going, and it involved slamming in and out of my mouth, going deep enough to block my throat on his downward movements.
FS and I were living up to our tats, just as Master wanted. The two German Masters switched back and forth with their OS and FS, filling us both with their cum and piss, covering our faces with their spit and keeping our holes filled with anything that was handy.
After a while, they dressed and pulled me by leash out to the Mustang trunk, leaving FS with a kitchen-sized fire extinguisher stuck in his stretched asshole. They had positioned it below his ass in the rimming chair and forced him down onto it. FS was bound in place by rope and gagged with a butt plug the Sirs had recently used on me. He did not look happy, and I wondered what was ahead for me in the next 48 hours.
After another uncomfortable ride in the small trunk, Verner (SIR!) grabbed my leash pulled me out and yanked me to the ground. In a minute or two we were back in the loft. I immediately saw something new in the center of the living room: a iron cage hanging by chain from the huge rafters twenty feet above.
Black-haired Schmidt (Sir!) went to the wall and used the chains to lower the cage to the ground. I was quickly stripped of the leather shorts and tank they had put on me and forced inside the vage on my back. He used restraints to attach my hands and legs to the corners of the cage, which was just large enough that my body was immobilized. They both pulled on the chains again to lift the cage (and me!) up so my head was at about crotch level.
Verner (SIR!) put his dick through the bars and pissed into my mouth, which I had opened by reflex. Drinking piss was not a chore for me at all...it had, in fact, become something of a reward! I gulped it down gratefully.
The other Sir left for a moment, returning with something also on a leash...I couldn't turn my head enough to quite see it at first, and I worried for a moment that it was a dog...bestiality was outside my experience and, as far as I was concerned, outside my limits too!
Instead, attached to the leash was a decked out leather slave boi with spectacular muscles and a bright pink Mohawk hairdo! Although he was brought into the room on all-fours, Schmidt (Sir!) pulled him up to his feet and dragged him to the side of the cage where we could see each other.
Other than the pink hair atop his head, the boi was completely hairless, and it looked permanent. He was short...shorter than me anyway...but as I said, extremely muscular. They must keep him in a gym, I thought. He was wearing a silver and leather slave collar, a thick rough-leather harness, and a jock that matched his hair. He was NOT smiling.
"Greet the new slave, cunt!" Schmidt (Sir!) ordered the boi, who greeted me by spitting through the bars onto my face.
"Let him taste your waste!" came the next order, and the boi was almost immediately pissing on my head. I moved as much as I could to catch the stream in my mouth, but he intended to mark me, not quench my piss thirst, so most of it covered my face and body.
"Here...you're on vacation as much as we are...play with him...we`re going to nap" he said, letting go of the leash and handing the german-boi- slave a bag of sex torture implements.
Schmidt also removed the boi's slave collar, giving him superior status over me (as if the fact that I was in a cage wasn't enough!) I immediately noticed there was a tan-line collar remaining on the boi`s neck. His masters apparently had him tan wearing his collar so that the resulting band of untanned skin would cause him to be recognized as a slave-boi even with the collar off.
The two sires left their german boi and I alone.
Almost immediately the boi reached into the cage with a long leather crop to start slapping my balls. He lit a cigarette and smoked as he abused by nuts...alternating from one ball to the next, alternating hard and soft blows. Then he worked over my cock, which had softened somewhat from the ball abuse. When I started yelling out my pain, he grabbed an inflatable gag from his bag of toys and shut me up, rubbing it on his crack first so I could taste the sweat and juices from his musty hole. Still my moans could be heard from behind the gag.
Eventually he tired of the ball abuse and he inserted a dildo through the bars. It was the kind with a ribbed handle to give him a better grip, and he used the grip to rip at my hole.
I had presumed he spoke only German, but as he worked my hole, he let loose: "fickin' american scum...moans an makes noise just `cause there's something in his ass? What kind of a fickin' slave cunt are you? Dontcha have any discipline at all slut?"
He was jamming the pole into me as he spoke, and I fought the urge to make noises of protest, not wanting him to be right about my asshole and about me. I was quickly errect again.
The boi kept that up for a while, playing with himself all the while but not cuming, which apparently was against his orders.
Next he took a parachute ball stretcher with a clamp on the end out of the bag. He quickly and roughly fitted it over my red and hurting balls and then attached something to the end. He dropped it toward the floor but the chain was too short and it swung under me...I had expected a heavy weight and was surprised when the weight was minimal. Next he put a pair of individual metal-teeth nipple clamps on...the chains on them were long, and again, he attached something to each end, swinging it over my sides toward the floor. The three chains swung gently under me.
I was perplexed! Whatever was attached to the chains didn't weigh anything to speak of...what was he up to?
The boi left my sight and went onto an outdoor patio area, returning with...a dog! A puppy, actually, and within seconds he had the dog chasing and grabbing the rawhide bones he had secured to the ends of the chains that led to my nuts and tits.
For an hour he played with the pup, putting one or the other of the bones in his mouth and encouraging the animal to tug on it...and tug he did! My tits and nuts were being stretched over and over again by an animal that had no sense of what I was going through. The other animal...the boi...did know, but simply didn't care. He urged the pup on and on, the cage swinging around on its chains. When the hour ended I had some very sore balls and tits that were red from the abuse.
The German slave put the dog back on the outdoor patio and returned to my side, removing the tit clamps and watching the pain in my eyes as the blood flowed back into my tender nips. He tied one of his heavy boots to the parachute ball harness and swung it around, opening the end of the cage where my head was located, and pressing my head down to accept his shaved balls. He played with his cock as I bathed his nuts, trying hard to keep both of them in my mouth at the same time...a tough task because his nuts were huge, probably from being tortured by his masters! Again, he seemed close to cumming, but didn't. He'd let his semi-hard tool rest on my neck and upper chest as I continued sucking on his orbs.
He reached down and savagely pinched my sore tits, grabbing my erect cock and giving it occasional pulls. Soon I was leaking and oh so close. He seemed to know exactly when to stop though, and he kept me on edge for half an hour.
That's when his masters woke up and came back into the living area of the loft. He immediacy dropped to all fours, his head looking at the floor. Of course I remained in my own submissive position, locked in a cage, gagged, drenched in piss, and holding a dildo in my ass. The cage swung slightly, and the room was silent.
It was time for him to revert to slave, and for me to test whatever limits I still had.
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