Storm Discovery, Part FIVE - Lessons
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It didn't take more than a minute after we pulled up to the farmhouse before I was being subjected to more abuse.
While Master went inside, FS dragged me out of the truck and down some exterior stairs that led to the basement chamber. Once inside, he removed by new "tit badges" and took a pair of those snake-bite rubber cups, used my tongue to wet them, and fastened them to my already tender tits. I had read about the cups online, but never used them before. Let me tell you they have a bite! Especially since my little nubbs had just been pierced!
A bug butt plug was next. Then FS took a baby bottle and pissed into it, replaced the pink nipple and handed it to me: "so you'll something to drink if you get thirsty". I was put into a chrome dog cage, which he locked. He turned out the lights, and left. I was alone to sleep on the cold floor of the cage, and despite everything that had happened, I did.
The next morning I was awoken by a splashing on my face...FS emptying his morning piss onto me through the bars of my cage. I caught as much as I could, leaning up on m elbows to aim my mouth. Finished, he reached in and grabbed the snake-bite rubber cups, pulling them off my chest and exposing my now pig-sized tits. They were huge! FS used some disinfectant on them, put on plastic gloves, and inserted metal hoops through the holes from the previous evening. The rings were heavy and stretched the small openings. I wondered if they were way too thick for me. Much later I would recognize them as relatively small "starter rings", but by then I would be a different person.
The next couple of hours were a blur of being washed down with a pressure hose in the corner of the basement, cold water of course; a fresh body shave (although I noticed that FS was letting a tiny patch of my pubes grow immediately above my cock, about an inch square)...some sausage and eggs served in a dog bowl on the floor of the basement, with some lukewarm water in another bowl on the side.
Finally, naked except for my used dog collar, I was dragged to that high ceiling room upstairs and FS re-tied my hands to the chains above. A blindfold completed my prep and there I hung, like a fresh piece of meat in a butcher shop, waiting for a customer to pick me out.
An hour passed during which I found myself continuously hard. I suspected there had been some erectile drugs added to my breakfast. (Much later in my time with Master and FS, when I was able to talk with FS slave-to-slave, he told me there were no drugs in my system, that all of the erections I was experiencing were just proof of my need to be mistreated, my need to be a slave-boi!)
"A suck slave! Just what I needed this morning!"
There was no mistaking Master's booming voice as he entered the room.
"I've been out walking, how about a treat slut?" he asked, though I knew here was no real question there.
"Thank you, Sir," I replied, immediately rewarded by having my face stuffed into Master's sweating pit. I started licking, and continued when he switched to the other pit. There was a bitterness to his sweat, but just a little...but I wouldn't have complained no matter what the taste. I was pleased to be able to please him!
"We're letting you re-grow some pubes, boi...a little patch that should look like a cunt's hair before too long. Just enough to draw attention to the fact that all of your other pubes are missing!" I felt a hotness in my face, I was blushing.
Someone lowered the chains and I was soon forced to kneeling position, my hands still tied behind my back. Master pulled my face to his crotch and forced my nose through his open fly. His pubes ticked the end of my nose as I deeply inhaled his essence.
Briefly he pulled my face off him, and I could hear his pants hit the floor. Then I was forced back into this crotch again, this time swallowing his huge black rod. In and out he forced it, over and over. It filled my mouth even just partly hard...It jammed up against the back of my mouth soon thereafter when he had stiffened to his huge fullness. His pre-cum acted as a lube and I found myself grateful for it as his piston-action increased in speed.
"This is all for you sissy boi...a nice big black cock to make a real girl out of you!" he commented,increasing his speed even more.
Suddenly, without even being touched, I shot three or four volleys...to my horror I could see from beneath my blindfold that my cum had landed on his legs, dripping down onto his lowered pants!
If he noticed my eruption, he said nothing, but continued to pound my throat. Someone had turned on some club music, and Master was keeping time to the pulsing beat of the music, pounding into me and withdrawing over and over until he suddenly came, much bigger jets of man-juice than mine, quickly blocking my throat opening, causing me to gag. Master didn't slow down. He kept pounding, pushing his cum deeper into me. "Take all of it, scum! Every inch belongs in your fucking hole, slut-boi!"
Even when he did slow down, he kept his cock lodged in my throat, forcing me to breathe through my nose only. Soon came the inevitable flow of piss, jetting out and quickly filling my mouth as I was used as his human urinal again. I was getting better at it, though, and I was able to keep up with him this time!
If I'd thought he had missed my own ejaculation, I was wrong.
"Now get your fucking tongue down there and clean up ever single drop of your worthless boi-juice...I want my pants and legs spotless you worthless maggot! And hurry!"
It was hard to see much with the blindfold on, so I had to keep my head tilted back constantly to see from beneath it. I would see a spot that may or may not have been my cum and go after it, licking the leg or the pants crease as best I could. Suddenly I spotted some drops in a place I had just finished, and I realized that Master was spitting onto the lowered pants, adding to my cleaning chore! I gratefully licked it all up, wishing secretly that he would order me to lick his entire body clean. I could envision each and every muscle, seeing myself licking for hours to clean every inch of his body.
My daydream ended abruptly when Master pulled up the pants and walked off without a word. I was deeply disappointed, hoping for a word of encouragement, some sign that he was pleased with my labor. Instead I was left on my knees, my hands still behind my back, my tongue coarse and dry from all of the licking. I stayed in that position for three hours, time to learn the lesson of the day. None of this was about me. My work was to make Master and FS happy. My own needs, my own pleasures were unimportant.
Finally FS returned and let me suck on the piss-filled baby bottle. It was his stale piss from last night, but my mouth was so dry I was glad to get any liquid at all, and I sucked on the pink rubber tit gratefully. He hooked a leash on and walked me to the long hallway with the many room, pulling me on my leash into the first open door we came to.
These rooms were to be a new field of training for me, each one focusing on a particular fetish, a special skill Master wanted me to learn. And I was an eager student!
To be continued...
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