Storm Discovery, Part EIGHT - Brother nature
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In what had become a routine for me, FS escorted me back to the basement after my firemen's stage performance and threw me into my cage for some rest.
Only rarely did he wash me before locking me inside. That way I slept with the scent of the sex I had submitted to, of piss and cum and saliva and sweat; a host of fluids. For me they mixed like a bouquet, and I wasn't complaining. Tonight's aroma actually reminded me somehow of the firehouse bathrooms, and of the times I would secretly watch the men showering or peeing out of the corner of my eye, trying not to be noticed yet somehow also wanting to be spotted.
As weeks passed, FS trusted me enough to let me handle my morning cleaning ritual by myself. He would come in, unlock the cage, put bowls with water and dog food on the floor and leave, locking the basement door behind him.
I did a good job, not only because I wanted to be clean, but because I wanted to satisfy FS and Master. Within ninety-minutes of FS leaving, I would be scrubbed and on all fours at the door, waiting to see what was in store for me that particular day.
Some days nobody came and I was left downstairs. I came to hate the boredom that resulted.
One morning FS came in and walked to a locked closet, rummaged around for a while, and emerged with my accessories of the day. As I waited silently in place, I caught sight of myself in a wall mirror and was shocked to see my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I looked just like a dog waiting for a treat!
FS replaced my normal brown leather dog collar with a black metal chain loop that went around my neck. The remainder of the shiny chain formed a leash. Pulling on it tightened the loop...a true "choker".
He inserted a blow-up gag in my mouth, pumping it till my cheeks bulged from the pressure.
As usual there was a cock ring, this one a favorite of mine. It was made of a very heavy black metal and only barely fit. FS had to work hard to get my balls through it. I was sweating by the time he finished. That's why I liked it. It took effort to wear it, and once it was on, it kept my shaved balls bunched up and proudly on display.
FS handed me tiny pair of furry fake leopard-skin shorts that only barley concealed my genitals. Through my tits he inserted a pair of the increasingly large rings that were being used to "train" my tits.
By then I was wearing rings that were many, many times bigger and heavier than my original "starter" rings. Today's big rings matched my black cock ring and were very heavy. They immediately pulled my elongated tits down even farther.
And he also used the newest hole put in my body by my master: a hole through my septum, from which he liked to hang various colored rings and decorations. This day a large jet-black ring matching my tit rings was inserted. It was heavy enough that it tended to pull my head downward. When I was on all-fours, it swung back and forth as I moved forward, like a door-knocker.
For my feet FS had selected pair of rough work boots without socks. I wore no shirt.
Instead of leading me up the stairs to the long hallway, FS opened a side door that revealed a short set of stone steps that led outside.
It was still dark, though I could sense the slightest bit of light on the horizon. FS took me to the end of a driveway, wrapped a heavy cloth around my eyes as a blindfold, dropped the choker leash on the ground, and issued a simple command: "Stay". Like a good dog-slave boi, I did as told. He put a small dog biscuit in my mouth and I chewed it, enjoying the rough texture and woody taste.
Despite the blindfold, I could tell the light was slowly increasing. Then I heard a vehicle drive up, a door opened, and footsteps approached me. I recognized the scent immediately, having gotten especially good at that in recent months. Master`s strong legs were quickly on either side of my head, squeezing it, his leg hairs scraping my cheeks.
"Hello slut, ready for your morning walk?"
"Yes Sir, Master," I replied
"Good, but first we're going for a drive."
Master loaded me into the back of his truck and we took off. I couldn't see anything, of course, and my effort at figuring out which direction we were headed was useless.
At time like this I wondered what would happen if we were pulled over by the police for some reason...he I was an almost naked skinny white boy with multiple piercing laying in the bed of a truck being driven in Georgia by a huge black man!
We did not get pulled over, and an hour later the pickup pulled onto a side-road and a few minutes later we parked. Master came to the back, took off my blindfold, and set me on all fours at the edge of a woods.
It was very difficult to move along on all fours, but Master was kind enough not to move too quickly. I kept kneeling on rocks and twigs...once hitting an ant bed and being stung several times before I could shake them off me.
We finally came to a clearing where Master stopped and left me to rest. He went to a concealed wooden box and retrieved several pieces of black chain. Clearly this was not unfamiliar ground to him.
Master manhandled me to a standing position between two trees and used the chains to stretch me between the trees. Heavy-duty locks held the chains around my arms and legs.
This scene had apparently been well-planned. The chains were the exact length to force me into an extreme standing up "spread eagle" position between the trees. The chains even matched the choker and nose ring I was wearing. He forced "earbud" type headphones into my ears and used a piece of duct tape to secure a tiny mp3 player to the back of my neck. He pushed "play", and then forced a heavy leather mask over my head, using another padlock to secure it around my neck! There were two holes in the mask near my nose, but otherwise I was in complete darkness. The i-pod started playing back a familiar voice. It was Master himself speaking, with haunting electronica music mixed with jungle sounds in the background. The voice filled my head:
"Slave-bois exist to serve their Masters. They can be tied to trees like you are now and left in the woods for days!. There's no telling what may happen here...perhaps other animals more dominent are nearby! I picked this particular clearing after a lot of thought, slut. Its along a pathway some free young men use just about every day ...I wonder what they'll do when they find an almost naked young sissy slave-boi ready for their use?"
I found out later that the Master had concealed a remote control video camera in a tree. It faced me and could be zoomed in or out. Master went to nearby thicket and sat on a log he had positioned for that purpose.
As I listened to his message, I was sweating in the Spring forest humidity,. With no body hair, I soon had little mini-creeks of sweat working their way down my body.
That night, when we were back in the farmhouse, Master tied me to a St. Andrews Cross and positioned a flat-screen TV in front of me. Then he played the video of my experience in the woods. As I watched, I remained very, very hard, just as I had in the woods. It was a turn-on to see the abuse I had experienced, despite how shocked I had been at the time by what occurred.
Here's what I saw as I watched the video of my debasement in the woods:
In the distance behind me, a group of people can be seen working their way toward me. They seem to know their way, as if they'd been through these woods many times before. They don't see me at first, and the group of young men are horse-playing, pushing each other and ridiculing each other like typical adolescents.
The apparent leader, the "Alpha Male" of the pack is wearing short black walking shorts, a white boy-beater, and a red backwards ball cap. He wears his jet-black hair long. Even in the distance I can tell his legs are muscular and hairy. They slowly get closer to the clearing where I am tied. And I can see they are all well-built, athletes of some kind. When they are almost upon me, the leader looks up, spotting the chains and then my exposed ass.
"Whoa! What's this guys? Hey look...somebody's tied up...what the fuck? His head is covered! Look at those chains! Man!"
Watching in the basement, I already know the surprise I am about to find out, but I am also remembering how it felt before I knew. I was shivering with fear and excitement...and I was hard too!
The boys walk around the trees to which I am tied and confront me. I can't hear them because of the ear plugs and hidden player. I am listening to Master, and have just gotten to the part where he is explaining why he chose this spot in the woods:
"...every day. These aren't complete strangers...at least not to you. It's a gang of young toughs who actually know you pretty well...they're the reason you moved out of your childhood home! It's that gang your little brother heads. That's right, Danny and his gang are soon going to find you tied between these trees! I wonder what they'll do? Will Danny somehow recognize your body, despite the rings and the shaving? Did Danny spend much time looking at your pussy when you were growing up together? Is that why he treated you so badly? Because he secretly wanted you?...and did you want him too? Did you secretly sniff his underwear while he showered?"
As I listened to Master, Danny was standing directly in front of me, and I felt his spit hit the front of my mask. The video that night showed me what was happening.
"Hey bitch? Who's behind the mask cocksucker? Who left you here?" He went on to mock my fake-fur shorts, calling me Miss Tarzan and slapping me.
One of them pulled on my tit rings and another's hands ripped off my shorts and started abusing my cock and balls. From behind came a steady series of slaps to my ass.
"Sure was nice for someone to leave us a toy to play with...you want us to play with you faggot? You like me pulling these rings? You like having your shaved little-boi cock played with? I know girls who have bigger cocks than that bitch!"
Danny was leading the abuse, of course. He might have been even more abusive had he known it was me! The lock on the hood kept him from uncovering my face, yet I had mixed feelings about that. One part of me actually wanted him to know it was me tied in these woods, it was his little brother, who had finally found a place in life where he could get the abuse he needed and deserved.
"Hey boys, you know what faggot sluts like this like more than anything? Here, let me show you! Danny pulled out his cock and proceeded to aim his piss at my stretched out body, his stream arching up almost to my covered face. "Here's what he wants! Come on guys...help me out here...get that cup..." soon there were other streams wetting me down, and a cup-full of piss was poured over my masked head, some of it leaking through the small nose holes.
They played with my nose and tit rings, hanging shoes on them with their laces and slapping my tits with sticks.
One of the boys had been carving a five-foot walking stick, and he shaped the end into an impromptu dildo, spitting on it for lubrication and forcing it into my rear. The boy stuck the other end into the earth, and the pressure kept it inserted in me.
Eventually bored, they left me alone for a while. They opened six-packs of beer and had an impromptu picnic at my feet, talking about their strange discovery. In the heat, the piss dried on my body, sending up waves of that erotic aroma to my nose.
"I don't think we should untie him", said one of the boys, "let's leave him here for the next group that comes along!"
"Yea, said another, but let's leave some messages!"
One of the boys had a magic marker...on the video you can see the boys writing on me and then leaving the clearing, Danny leads the way, shouting insults as they leave. The camera zooms in slowly to a close up of my abused, stretched out, sweating body. They had used the heavy black marker to write things on parts of my body: "I need to be fucked! Please feed me your piss! I'm a fagot punk boi...abuse my nuts! Lend me to your dog!" Dark circles were drawn around my tits and arrows pointed to my cock and balls and my asshole.
After they leave, I watched on tape as Master emerged from hiding and took off my mask. He spit in my face and then use his remote control to zoom in on me for a final shot showing my now exposed spit covered face.
When I was finished watching the DVD, Master put it into a jewel case and held it in front of me.
"Perhaps we should mail this to Danny? Maybe we should let him know he missed his chance to really treat his little brother the way he wanted to when you both were little? Just what do you think he would have done differently if he had known?"
I shivered at the thought.
After FS put me I my cage that night I dreamt about Danny and I as young teens, remembering kneeling before him as he used both of his strong hands to force my head to his crotch, remembering sniffing his underwear after he got into the shower (how did Master know that?)...and I imagined him ripping the leather mask off me in the woods...
In the morning FS could tell I was in extraordinary need of release, I was almost blue in my hardness! So he reached through the bars of my cage and with a few quick strokes, brought me off. The volleys of jism were so strong that several anointed my brown collar and two hit my forehead. Those then dripped down over my nose, and I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, anxiously waiting for my secondary reward.
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