A Surprise Visit 4
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When I woke up, I was still in the same position, cuddling next to Jeromy with my wrist attached to Jay's and Jeromy was holding my cock. I didn't want to wake him, so I just nuzzled in next to him, deciding to wait for him to wake up. It really felt good to have my cock in his hands and I was hard as a rock. Jay started to stir and opened his eyes barely. I quickly indicated to him not to move too much, so he didn't disturb Jeromy. We were probably like that for about 20 minutes, then Jeromy started to stir. He immediately squeezed both of our cocks, which caused both of us to moan some.
"Good, you're both awake. Which one of you is thirsty?"
"Faggot is Sir," I blurted out.
"Excellent answer fag, now get your mouth on MasterJ's cock and wait for your drink."
He let go of my cock so I could bend down and take his cock in my mouth. He was ready to piss, because it was only a second or two and I was swallowing his piss. I never knew that piss could taste different at different times, but this piss had a very strong tang to it. I would find out later, morning piss is usually stronger. I swallowed all of it and stayed there until Jeromy gave the next order. He just grabbed my collar and kind of pulled me off the bed, so he could sit up. It pulled Jay along since he was still attached to me. He unbuckled us and removed the cuffs.
"boi, go get your clothes you're wearing today on our trip and put them on. Fag, did you remember to pack some in the truck?"
"Yes, Sir," I said as Jay got out of bed and headed into the living room.
"Good boy. Now go get the clothes your wearing today and put them on, we need to go get breakfast."
I immediately got up and started putting on my clothes, I had on the dresser. By the time I got to the living room, Jeromy was already dressed. Jay had put on his clothes as well, which was a skimpy tank top and shorts that were very tight, leaving little to the imagination.
"Ok, slaves, let's make sure you `things' don't have an accident on the way to breakfast. Go out in the back yard, drop your shorts to the ground and piss."
Still amazed I was following orders this way, Jay and I just walked to the back door, and walked into the middle of the back yard. We both dropped our shorts and started pissing. Jay started right away, but I guess I was a bit `pee shy' to get going. I had never pissed in the middle of my yard for the world to see. Finally, the flow happened and we both finished.
"Good slaves," we could hear behind us. "Now pull up the shorts and let's go."
We pulled up our shorts and went back inside.
"I'll drive," Jeromy said holding the keys and a towel in his hands.
We went to the door to the garage, and Jeromy immediately opened the overhead door, so the world could see us. He used my extra garage door opener to do this. He went out first and went to Jay's car. He opened the back door and laid down the towel.
"Okay slaves, we need to get a move on."
We both stepped into the garage towards the car. Jay was first and as he was about to get in, Jeromy stopped him. He pointed at his shorts, with an indication of pushing them down. Jay pulled down his shorts. Once down, Jeromy put his hand out, and somehow Jay knew to bend over and hand him the shorts. He then got into the car. I stepped up and he pointed at my shorts. Seeing what Jay just did, I knew to drop my shorts. My cock was so hard from all that has already happened this morning, there I stood with a boner. He put his hand out and I handed him my shorts. As I sat in the car, that was the first time I really felt the plug that was still in my ass. Jeromy got into the car and started it up and backed out. We headed to the diner in silence.
The diner was about 3 miles away, one of Jay's favorite place to go for breakfast, so both had been there before. As we approached the diner, Jeromy finally spoke.
"You two slaves have been excellent this morning and even last night. I'm really proud of you faggots. Now the reason for the shorts being off is that slaves like you need to be naked as much as possible. I know we can't go into the diner with two faggots naked, but I knew you needed to be naked to get here. Not put these on," as he threw us our shorts.
We pulled into the diner and since it was around 8:30, the diner was somewhat empty, after the morning rush. We got out of the car and started to walk towards the diner. I am sure we looked kind of funny in these clothes with each of us wearing our dog collar, but it was still a turn on. At least my cock was not as hard as when I had got into the car. We took a booth by the window, on the east side of the diner. It only had a few customers there as compared to the other side. Jeromy sat on one side and Jay and I on the other. Since it wasn't that business the cook brought over our menus and asked what we wanted to drink.
"I'll have a coffee and water and these two will just have water," Jeromy said without us having a chance to say anything. He was in control. The cook went to get the drinks and Jeromy told us it was not necessary to look at the menu.
The cook was a black man about 6 foot 5 inches tall with a big chest and a little beer belly for his size. Not that big of a belly, but he was still a very strong looking man. Looking just at Jeromy the cook asked, "Do you know what you want?"
"Ya, I will have two eggs scrambled with bacon and hash browns. Wheat toast will be good. The boys will have an order of pancakes only. Thanks."
"Do you need to put something special in the pancakes?"
"You can decide."
The cook never even looked at us, but just smiled at Jeromy as we sat there. I hadn't been here for quite a while, so the cook was not familiar to me and I was so thankful. Jeromy then explained the morning and the trip to us.
"Okay slaves, when we get back home, first make sure fag's car is packed. Then the two of you will need to clean up. I will supervise, but let's get both of you clean inside and out. The trip according to the GPS is under an hour and a half, so we will leave around 11:30. Fag, you will do the same thing we did this morning on wardrobe for the drive up. Boi, you will be naked for most of the way. I will position you in the backseat for the trip, for my amusement and a chance to play with my toy. So far so good?"
"Yes MasterJ," we said in unison. We had been trained without a doubt.
"We're gonna have lunch up there when we arrive. So, understand; the Sir you meet up there is called Master Mark, which you will address as that. Do NOT embarrass me."
Just at the moment, the cook brought over our meal. It seemed the waitress was out doing errands before the lunch crowd and there was only one other table, on this side, that had two men just shooting the bull.
"Does everything look out Sir," looking just at Jeromy. "Hope your BOYS enjoy their meal Sir."
"Looks great. You like my boys huh?"
"Not bad at all. You did fine, man," he said with a smile and a wink.
"Thanks"
As the cook walked away, the two men got up, went up the register and paid their bills. Once gone, it was just us on that side of the diner, and Jeromy got that look in his eye.
"Excuse me," he said to the cook.
"Yes, something wrong?"
"No, just wondering if I might be able to give you some of your tip right now. Would you like to borrow one of the boys for a quick bathroom run while the diner is somewhat empty?"
"Wouldn't mind at all, in fact I really need to take a piss."
"Faggot Davy here needs some juice this morning."
With his head he nodded for me to follow the black man into the bathroom, which the door was right behind Jeromy. Once in there, the cook took over.
"Strip faggot, I like to piss with a naked boy in front of me."
I stripped and got on my knees. He lifted his apron and unzipped his pants. Then he took out a 10-inch cock that was soft. My eyes must have exploded.
"Open up faggot."
He took that weapon and put it to my mouth and let out a gusher. I was trying to drink it as fast as I could, but some splashed on the floor. Then he took his cock and did a quick spray of me. My second golden shower in less than 24 hours. Once done, he shoved the cock in my mouth and said to clean it. I cleaned it as best as I could.
"Now use your tongue to get what you spilled faggot."
I got myself down on the ground and licked up as much as I could. The cook then picked up my shorts and tank top and opened the door. He stepped out and looked around.
"Your clothes are at the table, faggot," and he walked away leaving the door open.
I knew what I had to do, so I just walked out, with a big boner, to the table, picked up my clothes and put them on over my piss stained body.
"You're such a faggot and low life. Not sure who is lower you or your slave son," Jeromy said with a smirk.
With that we just finished our breakfast. No one else sat on that side the whole time. I paid for the breakfast, and again, Jeromy grabbed the credit card receipt and put a 50% tip on it. He then asked the cook for his number and said when he was in town, he would like to invite him over for some fun. They exchanged names and phone numbers and we were off. Once outside, Jeromy again got to the car, which this time Jay opened the door for him and for us. He got in the driver's seat, but then snapped his fingers. He pointed at Jay's shorts. Jay took them off right there in the parking lot and I followed with my shorts. The car was parked right in front of the windows on the side we ate. No one could see us from the other side, which at this point I don't think it made any difference to Jeromy. We both got in. As Jeromy started the car, I could see the cook looking out the window at us; cock out and was stroking it.
Once home, Jay and I immediately took care of getting the car packed. The funny thing is the fact that Jeromy did not give us our shorts and in fact had us hand him our tank tops before we got out of the car, so we did this with the overhead door wide open totally naked. Once done, Jeromy closed the garage door and told us to get to the bathroom. The instructions were pretty easy. First, we had to shave each other. He had Jay shave my face first. I sat down on the bench in the walk-in shower and he just lathered me up and shaved me. Then we switched places, and I did the same. Here came the twist.
"Great, now faggot you will need to learn how to shave the body, so your first test will be with the slave. Start with his ass."
Jay stood and turned around and I proceeded to do his ass including around his asshole. How weird to shave your own son's ass and asshole, but it was such a turn on. This faggot was boned up for the day it seemed. Jeromy told me which part to do next throughout the procedure and finally I had shaved Jay 100%, except for his eyebrows and eyelashes.
"Okay slaves we need to get you cleaned inside and out. Slave step out of the shower and come over here," which was by the toilet.
He had Jay bend over with his ass towards the toilet and reached down to pull out his butt plug. Just as he pulled it out, he pushed Jay onto the toilet, and I could hear his ass release everything. I think they had done this before, since Jay seemed to know what to do and expect. As he was sitting there, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a key, unlocked his collar and removed it.
"Okay boi back into the shower and faggot it is your turn."
We exchanged placed and I did the same thing. I really think Jeromy had planned on how to do this so I could almost play follow the leader on most things. As I emptied my bowels, he took out another key and unlocked my collar and removed it. Once removed he pointed to the shower.
"Good job slaves. Now you will clean each other thoroughly inside and out. Use the buddy shower attachment to help with the inside and make sure you are clean inside."
With that he turned on the water. However, he turned on the cold water only.
"No need to waste hot water on faggots like you two," he said with kind of a chuckle. "Now get busy. You have 20 minutes."
With that we started to step in and out of the cold water. We both got soap and started rubbing it on each other. Again, it was weird, this time washing my son and even weirder that he was washing me. We both got boners and seemed to enjoy it. Then came the time to clean each other out. I hadn't noticed it until now, but Jeromy sometime must have installed a buddy pal sprayer to the shower so we could shoot water up our asses. Jeromy did me first, pushing water in then me releasing it. He probably did about 6 or 7 times before it was clear. Then I did it to him; about the same amount of times. Once done, we got out and dried each other off, and waiting there. Jeromy walked back in and immediately put the collars with locks back on each of us.
"Okay, slaves. Go out in the backyard and take a piss before we leave, we will not be stopping on the way."
I must have looked a little surprised, since both of us were still naked.
"I mean now, slaves!"
We both started walking to the back down and we went out to where we stood early, in our birthday suits trying to piss. Both of us were having problems, then finally I started a trickle. That must have been enough to get Jay going and then, I finally let loose. Jay finished but I wasn't finished, so he stood there until I finished. We were both semi-erect. We then walked back inside. God only knows if any neighbors had seen us this morning. As we walked in, Jeromy handed us our shorts and tank tops, telling us to get our shoes on as well. We dressed, as Jeromy closed the backdoor, locking it, then headed to the garage door in the kitchen. He opened it and to my surprise he had pulled my car out into the driveway.
"Okay, slaves. Time to get going."
It was about 11:15 so we were slightly ahead of schedule, which would be good.
"Let's go slaves. Fag close the door behind you to make sure our house is secure," which I did. Then it hit me, he said `our house.'
Once out on the driveway, he closed the overhead door with the remote garage door opener. As I looked around, no one was out, except for the neighbor from across the street, who saw us naked yesterday. He was just sitting on his front porch, relaxing.
"Okay, boi. Clothes off," as he opened the doors to the car. "Faggot, time for those shorts to be off."
Jay stripped immediately, but I was just a bit hesitant. But since the neighbor had seen me naked already, no big deal, I thought. So off came the shorts and we handed our clothes to Jeromy. He threw them on the floorboard of the passenger side. As I stood there half naked, he told Jay to get in the back seat, with his feet pointing towards the far side of the car. We were standing on the driver's side of the car. Jay got in and turned to his legs were towards the other side. Jeromy had walked around and opened the door. He had Jay scoot far enough so his head would be right by the door of the other side. This meant his knees were bent a bit. Jeromy Gerry-rigged the seat belt to tie him in. He closed that side and came back around and did the same for his upper body and Jay was strapped in. He then closed the door.
All this time, I am standing on my driveway with only a tank top on and a cock that was more than semi-hard. How humiliating, but what was weird is the neighbor across the street looked like he had his cock out and was stroking it, watching all of this. Jeromy, as he finished closing the back door, must have realized this as well. He waved to the neighbor, who waved back with his free arm, then turned to me and grabbed my junk, twisting it slightly, so the neighbor could see it. I know I must have moaned some, but the neighbor stood at that moment. I could see, and I am sure Jeromy could see, that his cock was out, and he was stroking very fast. Jeromy waved again and then, told me to get in the driver's seat. He buckled me in, hitting my cock, then swiping some precum on his finger and putting it to my mouth, which of course I sucked it right off.
He left my door open and then walked across the street to talk with the neighbor. I could see in my review mirror them talking while the guy kept stroking. They finished and Jeromy came back over, getting into the passage seat.
"Well fag. Ain't you gonna close your door?"
All I could do was to say, "yes Sir," and I closed my door.
"Go ahead and start the engine, fag. Now before we pull out, I remind you both this weekend is about me, not you slaves. What happens to you two is for my enjoyment and pleasure, understand?"
"Yes, MasterJ".
"Neither of you will try to hide your nakedness going to Master Mark's place. Boi, when we pass a semi-truck, you are to put your feet up as high as possible, so that any trucker can see that boi pussy of yours. Fag, don't hide that cock at all, in fact, I'm planning on keeping it hard most of the way up."
He pulled out my phone, bringing up the Google map app.
"I have programed your phone, so just follow the directions fag. So, let's get going."
With that I pulled out of the driveway and as we pulled away, Jeromy waved to my neighbor. Heading down the street, I noticed that there were drinks in the cup holders. Jeromy must have realized I noticed because he explained quickly.
"Slaves. I don't want you dehydrated, so I made special drinks for both of you. Boi, yours is in the cup holder," as he pointed down to the cup holders on the backside of the console, "and fag, yours is the blue one next to you," pointed to the one next to me. "I made them special for you slaves and even put ice in them for you."
That's when it dawned on me...I had made piss ice cubes with my piss before they arrived yesterday.
"Now don't drink too much, because we're not stopping slaves, but you are expected to finish the drink by time we get there."
With that we were off and running. As I drove down the street it was pretty empty sense it was a Thursday. I made my way to the interstate highway and got on heading east. The GPS indicated that we would be on this for about 45 minutes. I wasn't even out of the city and I passed a semi-truck and out of the corner of my eye I could see Jay put his legs up.
"Good boi," said with that MasterJ tone.
Jeromy started to play with my balls and my cock was hard as a rock. What I didn't know at the time was that the cook had crushed up two Viagras and put them in our pancake mix, which Jeromy figured out later. I decided to take a drink of water, but when I did, the surprise was that is wasn't water with piss ice cubes, but instead it was cold piss with piss ice cubes. I must have given a weird look, which Jeromy saw.
"Tasty huh? Kind of like Tang right fag?"
"Yes, Sir it is tasty like Tang Sir."
For the next 45 minutes plus, we drove on the interstate, and probably passed about 30 plus semis. We even passed a couple of SUVs', which if they were looking got an eyeful of fun. Jay's legs weren't down that much for that stretch of road for sure. Jeromy would every so often play with his cock for the truckers. We exited onto a state highway heading north, which, according to the GPS, we would be on for about 30 minutes. We passed through two small towns with no one noticing anything. We came to a country road, which the GPS indicated to turn right, which I did. After about 10 minutes, again another right turn, but now on to a gravel road. We started down the road, then Jeromy told me to stop and put it in park.
"Okay faggot get out and help you faggot son get unbuckled and out as well."
I got out and then got Jay undone and we were both standing by the car, me half naked and Jay buck naked.
"Master Mark's farm is just up the road. He told me he wanted you somewhat dressed, so put these on," with Jeromy throwing me my shorts and Jay his shorts and tank top. We quickly put them on.
"He also wants to make an impression and told me to throw you in the trunk when we got close, so get the things out of the trunk and put them in the back seat."
We did this quickly, then he had us climb into the truck. It was not that big, but by squeezing together we both got in and Jeromy slammed the truck lid shut. He got into the car and drove up the bumpy road, which Jay and I bounced off each other. A couple of months ago, I would never image me with my son in such a strange situation like this, but now it seems like this should have happened all along. When the car stopped, Jeromy got out and I could hear him talking to some man. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were talking like two old buddies. Then they walked closer to the back of the car and I finally could make out what they were saying.
"Tell ya Mark, when we stated chatting on Recon, I only had the one slave, but with my luck, his dad was as much of a faggot as he was.'
"Well the pics you sent show two mighty fine specimens here. Pop the lid and let's take a look."
I heard the truck pop open and Jeromy lifted the trunk lid. My eyes had to adjust to the light, even though it was just a short trip, but once I could see, I knew it was going to be a wild weekend. Master Mark was just over 6 feet tall and was wearing overalls with no shirt or anything under it. The side buttons were undone, and he had only the left strap fastened. You could tell he had a little bit of belly and was probably around his late 40s or early 50s and had a beard. He was tanned, but I couldn't see any tan line. But his nipples were huge.
"Man, Jeromy, those pics you sent me don't do this faggots justice. And they're father and son huh?"
"Yep. The son is my college roommate and my boyfriend, and my faggot and my slave all rolled into one. Daddy Davy here was just the dessert, which pretty much sums it up."
"Nice," as Master Mark reached in the trunk and grabbed Jay's junk. Jay gave a little wince but took it well. After that he reach for my junk and squeezed, with me moaning.
"Interesting. The genetics are there for their faggothood."
They both laughed.
"These two along with the other three should make it a fun weekend."
"I thought you said there were only one other one."
"Well, I got a message on Recon from this guy and he is bringing up his dad and son for a little `quality' time," Mark said with a big grin. "I guess it is just going to be an incestual family gathering this weekend."
"Wow, could be fun."
"They should be here soon, so we can all have lunch before we start on the next adventure. Let me explain the layout while we wait."
After helping us (sort of) out of the trunk, Jeromy put leashes on both us and proceeded to walk next to Master Mark. We went around to the backside of the house, where there was a deck, next to a small swimming pool. As we went up on the deck, always following behind Jeromy, they stopped and turned around to look at everything. Jeromy snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. Jay went down immediately, but again, I hesitated because I was still learning and just following my son's example. So, there we were on the deck looking towards the barn like building.
"Wow, how much land do you own Mark?"
"Roughly about 200,000 acres, but I just tell people as far as you can see. The best part is this land is the fact that it's not for farming with the rugged terrain, so most of the land is hills with streams. But it ain't flat by no means. I have places out there I love taking faggots for some fun and you're gonna see some of it this weekend."
"Perfect."
"The stable," as Mark pointed towards the barn like building, "is where faggots sleep unless being used for something. In there we have several different fun things and tomorrow night when the other guests show up, we will be in the main part for the demonstration."
Just at that moment, Mark got a ding on his cell phone.
"Looks like the other faggots have arrived. Let's go around front and greet them."
Jeromy yanked on our leashes to stand, which we did and then we proceeded to head back to the drive area. I could see a pickup truck coming up the road with dust from the gravel road behind them. As it pulled up and stopped, I couldn't see any guys in the truck except for the driver. Mark walked right up to the truck and the driver got out.
"Hey Clark, glad to meet you. Any problems finding the place."
"Naw, piece of cake for a country guy like me."
"I want you to meet Jeromy," as the two walked over to us.
"Jeromy, this is Clark who brought his kin along," as Clark stuck out his hand to shake.
"Hey Jeromy. Are this your two slaves?"
"Well technically, the young one is my slave. The older one is his father who I found out was just as much a faggot as his son. So, I guess he really isn't a slave...at least to me yet." They all chucked. "Speaking of faggots where are your faggots Clark?"
"Didn't want to lose them, so they are strapped down in the back of the truck. Come on let's get them."
We all headed over as Clark jumped into the back of the truck. As I got close, I could see they were spread eagle overlapping themselves in the back. They each had a sock in their mouth.
"Had to gag them so I didn't have to listen to them wine the whole way up."
"You live near here Clark?" Mark asked.
"Just about an hour drive down county road W."
"Nice to know and maybe this will become more of a frequent visit then just a one time."
"I'm hoping."
"That would be great," said Jeromy.
Clark untied them and sat them up. Both had on dog collars like we did and were dressed somewhat the same in little clothing. I had a feeling that the clothing was going to be gone soon.
"I need to go get the other faggot in the stable, so why don't we all go over there and I can kind of show you the layout of the insides."
Clark got his father and son out of the truck and leashed them. We were off to the stables. Clark's father looked really familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. As we walked over, I noticed that Mark kept putting a hand inside his overalls and `adjust' himself. When we finally got there, I could tell Mark was sporting a hard-on and it looked as hug as his nipples.
When we went inside the first part was a big room. I could tell that Mark had redone all of this.
"Now this room can be used for lots of things. Tomorrow night we will be using this when the other guests arrive for the fun. Now upstairs, I built private rooms for guest who want to use a faggot for the night, or I guess for anytime."
I looked up and there was a set of stairs at the far end of the big room and I could see what almost looked like it was a motel style idea, on the upper floor. I made out that each door had a number on it, so I assumed there was a bed or something in each. The rooms looked out over the big room and even stretched past the room going further down, on each side
"There are 22 rooms total up there, so I can accommodate a great deal of people. Now MasterJ and Master Clark, you will be staying in the main house, since you both brought faggots to be used. But if you come up without faggots, that's when it cost for these rooms. The guest for the weekend paid for the pleasure of coming here."
We went through the big room through some double doors into what looked like a hallway. To our right there was another hallway that looked like it was a separate entrance into this area without having to go through the big room. We started walking down the main hallway' and realized there was no privacy in any of these rooms, because the door to the room was actually a farm gate that swung open and you could see through it. In fact, the room' looked more like a horse's stall in a stable, because it was made of board planks, very much seeing through with no privacy in these areas. My thought was that this is what makes it `the stables'. All the gates were open except one and halfway down. As I looked in the different stalls, I could see different things.
"What I love is when I have a faggot here for their training, I don't have to have other patrons to help. I have everything from breast pumping machines, to cock milking machines to even fuck machines to help train the faggot's body."
Then I realized that the stalls didn't have ceilings so the patron's upstairs could look down on the different faggots anytime they wanted. Talk about humiliation and degrading.
"Enough for now, let's get the piggy faggot and get our lunch. He came early this morning, so I have been working on his moobs. I think some day, with some hormones, I could get him to give milk."
With that he opened the gate and there was this large man with his butt to us, on his stomach. I could see two suction cups working his tits. Mark stopped the machine and release the faggot. Once he stood up and turned around, I could see he was about 6 foot 3 inches tall, with a good size belly on him and all it was wearing was a dog collar and shoes. I would say he was in his 30s maybe. But what struck me the most was his moobs were huge.
"Jeromy and Clark, come over here and feel these moobs. They are fucking hot."
Both Sirs went over (dropping our leashes for a second) and as they played with this faggot's breast they chattered and laughed with each other. Then Mark got a leash and put it on him. Leaving the stable we all went to the house...the three Alphas with their faggots in tow.
Once on the deck, Master Mark put the five of us in a row on hands and knees. The table was set for three so that meant we weren't eating at the `grown-up table'. This extremely young-looking naked guy came out with plates and set them down for the two guest and went back inside for the third. He looked like maybe 12 but found out later he was 16. He was naked and did not have a hair on his torso. He had a cropped haircut, which was the only hair on him, except the eyebrows and lashes. He stood about 5 foot maybe 2 inches tall. After waiting for a few minutes, Mark told him to feed the fags. He went back inside and brought out dog dishes of food. It wasn't dog food, but it looked like it had been blended somehow. Strange how we all are waiting, but Mark turned around and pointed at the dishes and like a bunch of trained dogs, we started eating the food.... as dogs.
"Don't believe in dog food for slaves. Maybe if they thought of themselves as pups, I might. I just tell Nate to blend the leftovers in a blender and feed them that."
It really wasn't bad, and I figured this would be the last food for a while. As we ate, I could hear the three Masters talk.
"So, Clark, what do you do for a living?" ask Jeromy.
"I have a farm just down the road. I have mainly cattle on it but grow a little feed corn to cut down on the price of food for them. You?"
"Oh, I'm still in college. I have one more semester, then not sure what will happen."
Looking at Clark, Mark asked, "So what happened between the three of you to be in this situation?"
"Kind of strange story, not sure I want to bore you with it."
"Trust me, after finding out my slave's dad is a big old faggot, nothing surprises or bores me," Jeromy chimed in.
"To start with, we have a strange relationship to begin with. My wife died about 11 years ago, and it's been us guys ever since. I lost interest in women since I considered myself bi, so I started looking at men. I found Recon and was enjoying it. Then last year with BDSMLR replacing tumblr, I was looking at pics on there. About 4 months ago, while browsing, my son's pic come up there. He was naked on his knees looking at the camera. After getting to the original post, I thought it might be dad. On that post it indicated he was Recon as well, so I looked up this guys Recon page and it was dad's. There were pics of him but then under the sub' tab on pics, when I opened it, it was Sammy (his son). I had another friend contact dad and inquire about the young sub,' and dad told him it was his grandson. I mean my dad has been fucking me since I was 20, so I don't care about the nakedness."
"20?!" came out of Jeromy's mouth.
"Yep, but it's time for the tables to be turned."
"Still not sure how you got to this stage," Mark questioned.
"I was furious that he would tell anyone about my son, who was 16 when the pic was taken and still a minor, when I discovered it. Confronting them both and Dad tried explaining and Sammy said he didn't care, but I was still mad. I made a bet with my dad. If he won, we would forget it, and if I won, they would both have to do what I wanted them to do as soon as Sammy turned 18, which he did about 2 weeks ago. Guess who won?"
They all laughed.
"But both my dad and son are pissed right now, since I made them come some of the way over here, with their cocks out."
Again laughter. They continued to talk while we all finished our lunches. We sat there for a while waiting for them to finish. As they finished, Nate came out and got their plates. They lit up cigars and started smoking.
"What's with Nate, Mark?" Clark asked.
"Lost boy. I was in the city doing business, and say this kid holding one of those homeless signs at the corner. I first drove by and thought he had to be 10 or 11 years old. I went around the block and parked the car. I walked over to him, and we started talking. He had left his home in another city wanting a different life, just not that one. After chatting for a while, I offered him a chance to be my house boy. I told him I was gay, and I would expect him to be naked doing the work. He thought it was a great idea, and that was 2 years ago when he was 14. He seems to be happy."
"So, you keep him shaved the whole time."
"Naw. I had his hair removed with one of those laser thing-a-ma-gigs. I knew the guy who ran a place that did it and I just took him in when no one was there. He'll be hairless forever."
Both, the other men, nodded and made comments. Nate came out and gave us each a bottle of water, which Mark said to drink it down fags. He picked up our dog dishes and went back inside. After they finished their cigars, Nate drove up in what looked like a mini-jeep with a small horse trailer in tow.
"Looks like our ride is here, gentlemen. Time to take these faggots out for a little fun."
They walked over to us and picked up the leashes telling us to stand up and we all walked out to the trailer. It was an open-air trailer (no roof), with sides up about halfway on a body. Mark first took his faggot and loaded him on the trailer, tying him to the front, standing up with his ass towards the back. He made sure it was secure, including tying his hands so he couldn't use them.
"Okay, men. Let's tie these faggots to the side for the ride. I will help you secure them."
They first loaded the two younger ones and tied them to the side looking at each other. Jeromy was tying Jay, with Clark did his son. Mark supervised the operation. They took their leashing and tethered them to the bar at the top of the trailer. Then they had me and Clark's dad get in and did the same. As the two got off the trailer, Mark started checking to make sure we secure then said, `we need to air out these cocks a bit.' With that he walked over to Clark's dad, unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was about 5 inches semi-hard. Then to Clark's son, and did the same.
"Oh my, we have a true faggot dick here," looking down at the boy's cock.
"He got that from his mother's side I'm sure."
When he stepped away, I saw a 3, at the most, 4-inch cock, fully erect. Then when he got to Jay, he just pulled down the top of his shorts and hooked them under his balls, then smacked them. He did the same to me, and my cock did a little jump.
"Seems Jeromy, Daddy Davy here likes this stuff."
"I told ya. He's a bigger faggot than his son."
"Okay let's get going. Nate get back out here and bring some beers for these gentlemen."
Nate came running out with his hard cock just bouncing. He handed the beers to the Masters and got in the driver's seat. Jeromy got in the front next to him and Mark and Clark were in the back. Nate seemed to know where he was going and just took off.
The ride to where we are going was a bumping one. I could Jay's cock was almost erect and mine was a flagpole. Clark's dad, who still looked familiar to me. We kind of kept staring at each other and each other's cock. His cock started to grow and it was looking pretty. He smiled a couple of times, which of course I smile back. When I looked towards the front of the trailer, I could see Jeromy was playing with Nate's cock as all three were laughing and joking. Mark ever so often would turn around and either hit the big faggot's dick or squeeze it. Some how he just kept playing with it and encouraged Clark to do the same, which he did off and on. The trip was about 45 minutes and we finally stopped. I assumed we were still on Mark's property. There was a small shed that we pulled up next to. Once stopped, the three of them jumped out, leaving Nate in the driver's seat. He would hardly ever move from there.
"Okay men. Time to get these cattle out of this horse trailer."
They all three jumped up and started to untie use, then leading us off the trailer in the center of this sort open area, they took the leashes off us. Mark walked over to the shed and opened it. He came back with some scissors and cut slits in different parts of our clothes. Just enough of a start to rip them off.
"Gentlemen, strip your faggots now."
Jeromy and Clark went after us, ripping off our clothes as fast as they could. I couldn't help but get erect and I notice the other three did as well. I even started to show some joy juice at the end of my cock. Once naked, Jeromy noticed it and put some on his finger and like always had me lick it off then suck his finger. Clark's son was so fucking small, including his balls, which I could barely see. He had hair around his crotch, but not much more. On the other hand, Clark's dad had a nice cock and low hanging balls. For a man in his 60s he was well preserved to say the least.
"Nate get the supplies from the shed," which Nate got several things out including chains, then went right back to the driver's seat.
"Bring those faggot's worthless clothes over here men," pointing to a place that looked like it had a campfire there not to long ago. Mark grabbed the clothes and threw them into the `pit'. He then picked up a can of lighter fluid and sprayed a bunch on the clothes. Taking his lighter, he picked up my shorts and lit them on fire, going up quickly. He tossed them onto the rest of the clothes which cause an immediate blaze of fire.
"Now the faggots are naked, as they should be men." They all looked pleased. "Okay men, we need to get these faggots ready for their walk back to the house. Go get the chains and rope. Also, we need the cuffs from the jeep."
Jeromy went over and picked up the chains along with the rope and brought it over. Clark got the wrist and ankle cuffs from the back of the jeep and put a set next to each of us. He went back and got a bunch of little locks for these.
"Now order is important, so let's put the big bellied faggot in the middle." Mark started moving us around and talking about who should go where. Once in place it was Jay, Clark's father, the faggot, me then Clark's son. "Okay men, let's get those restraints on."
With that they each took one of us and started putting on the cuffs. As they did restraint, they put a lock on them so we could not take them off. This took about 20 minutes, but once done we all had wrist and ankle restraints. What Mark did next is to take the chains and place them next to our feet. I could see him lay one down on our right side, between Jay and Clark's dad then he put one between me and the faggot. Mark went to the other side and laid one between me and Clark's son then one between the faggot and Clark's dad.
"Okay Clark, take the left side and Jeromy the right." Using secure clipped, they attached my right leg cuff to the faggot's right leg cuff, and my left leg cuff to Clark's son's left leg cuff. It was like that for the two chains I saw in front of me. We were now all connected but in a way that was going to be weird to walk. Next, Mark wrapped rope around Jay's cock and balls several times. It wasn't thick rope, but strong rope. Going between his legs, he then tied Clark's dad's junk, continuing through his legs then tied the faggot's cock and balls up and between his legs, he tied mine up, but when he got to Clark's son he stopped.
"Damn, this clit is way too small to tie up, guess I will tie it to the faggot's collar." So, I felt the rope kind of go up my ass to the son's collar. Now we were connected at the feet and our cocks and we weren't very far apart, so this `walk' was going to be tricky.
The fire was burning very fast and Mark poured a little more lighter fluid which lit up the sky. Nate then came around and gave each on a cigar. They lit the cigars and talked about us like we weren't even there. As the fire started to burn itself out, Mark said, "don't want a forest fire, so I guess we should help to put this out."
With that he stepped up and took out his cock. It was the first time I saw it and it was about 7 inches semi-hard. The piss just started flowing. The other two then stepped up and took out their cocks and did the same, as they continued to just talk like good ole boys.
"There almost out," Mark said, but he didn't put away his cock and left it out bouncing from the fly in his overalls. The other two finished up and did put theirs away.
Mark continued, "well fags, it about time for us to leave you here. So, all you have to do is follow the path back to get to the stable. Oh, one thing first. Make sure you piss before you leave so the fire is out completely," he said with a silly grin on his face, knowing it was going to hard for us to maneuver. "I will be monitoring you on the path. You see I have cameras all along the path, so don't try to undo your stuff or remove anything. If you understand, nod you worthless faggots."
We all nodded.
"Now let's see, a few will be able to talk to help guide you, but we need to silence some. My piggy faggot, you don't need to say anything, and he pulled out a ball gag and put it in his mouth and secured it. "I also think it should be the younger ones giving out the advice, so time for gramps and the old man to be silenced. Here men, do the job." Jeromy and Clark took the ball gags and put them in mine and Clark's dad's mouth. "Looking good, but one more thing. We know that older faggots start to lose their vision, so let's help them out by teaching them how to do things without sight." Two blindfolds appeared and were given to the two men, each putting on us. Now we could not talk or see anything. "Remember fags, take care of the campfire first, then start walking." With that I heard the jeep start up and drive off.
I was really proud of Jay, because he realized the situation immediately. He took charge, instructing us how to move to the fire and how we each took a turn peeing on it. We got the fire out. Jay then said, we needed to march like army men, so he was going to call out left-right-left-right all the way. He would also try to warn us or tell us when to turn. After a little trying and a lot of cock pulling, we were turned around and marching back to the stable. What he did was kind of amazing, but slowly we got back to the area, with tired legs, sore cocks and ankles, but we did it.
Upon arriving, I couldn't see anything, but figured out the men were in the swimming pool, relaxing, I assume smoking cigars and drinking beer. As we go closer, I heard the splashing and chatter of them. Then a big like water movement, like someone was getting out of the water. I heard Mark's voice.
"Well lookie, lookie...the faggots made it back in just over an hour. Good job." His voice was getting louder. "Okay faggots stop."
Upon stopping I could hear him very close. Then my blindfold was removed, and Mark was standing naked, dripping wet in front of me. His cock was soft but close to 6 inches and maybe more.
"Men, come on over and help me get all these things off these boys."
Clark and Jeromy got out of the pool and walked over, also naked and dripping wet. That was the first time I could see Clark's cock, and it was about 4 plus inches soft. As the other two worked on the chains on our feet, Mark removed the bag gags. We were still tied at the cocks.
"The fags look a little hot. Men have you ever seen a faggot swimming pool."
They mumbled something shaking their heads no.
"Well, let's cool these faggots off a bit."
Mark grabbed Jay's cock and started walking, which we all had to follow to avoid too much pain. He took us to the other side of the stable and I saw the mud pool. He walked us up to the edge then told us to take off our shoes. Instructing us to sidestep about 5 steps, which we did, put us about knee deep in the pit. Then Marked walked into the pit up to the middle fag and started to squeeze his man boobs, or as he called them, moobs.
"Come on piggy, squeal like a pig for me," as he twisted them. Finally, the fag started squealing. "I told you men that this was a faggot piggy," and then turned back to the fag and shoved him into the pit. We all followed being tied together. Mark continued to walk further in and started stepping on different parts of our bodies, including our heads, pushing it under the mud. Mark at one time grabbed my junk and told me to squeal. I knew better then to embarrass MasterJ, so I started squealing. I could hear MasterJ yelling his approval. This lasted about 15 minutes.
"Would one of you tell Nate to come out here with a towel," which Clark turned around and went and got him. "Now we need to clean up these pigs before dinner. Jeromy, go around the stable and get the hose will ya?"
Jeromy left and went and got the hose. As he was doing this, Mark got a hold of the son and untied the rope, relieving some pressure on my ass. Then he came to me and undo the rope and then each of the others. He made us stand up in the mud, which came up to just about our cocks. Then we had to put our hands behind our heads and jump up and down. This must have look silly and it was humiliating, especially if anyone I knew saw this.
"Good enough fags. Go over to MasterJ and get sprayed off. Then go to the other side of the stable where you see a trough, kneel and wait for dinner. Jeromy hose them down really good and have Clark help if you need it. I need to take a warm shower to get this mud off."
As Mark exited the mud, his cock was fully erect at close to 9 and maybe 10 inches long. We walked over to Jeromy and each one of us took our turn getting sprayed down by very cold water. As each finished, we went to the trough and kneeled.
It was probably about 30 minutes, but Nate came out with a big vat of something. He poured it into the trough trying to spread it out. "Eat up faggots. I going to fill the metal tub with water, so when you're done, you need to drink some water. When all of you are done, your instructions from Master Mark is to walk over and take your position on the deck like you were this afternoon and wait. Walk youngest to oldest, with each holding the cock behind them. Eat up." With than Nate walked away, and we started to eat like pigs...really like pigs. As each finished, we crawled over and drank so water, lapping it up the best we could.
With all that done, we got up and lined up oldest to youngest. Piggy grabbed a hold of my cock and I got to grab gramps. Just as I grabbed it, he said, "that really feels nice."
In that moment, I figured out that he was my 8th grade social studies teacher, Mr. Richards. I almost let go, but I could feel his cock growing. Mine was growing even faster. We started walking and made it to the deck and took our positions.
The men were finish up their meals. They were now in jockstraps and harness, which was hot. After Nate cleared the table, Mark started talking about the sleeping arrangements for tonight.
"Now men, we have five faggots here and three of us. None of us should be greedy, so let's do this tonight. Each one of you will pick a faggot to take to your room, to do with however you want. I'm going to take the pig fag, because there's a special interest I have in him. Then the two that are left, will stay in the stable, but you will tell me how they should sleep."
"Sounds good to me," Jeromy piped up.
"Great," came from Clark.
"Okay, Clark you're the older of the two of you, you pick first."
"I want Daddy Davy." I was so surprised, but kind of glad and excited at the same time. Serving a different Sir, then MasterJ will be interesting.
"Good, Jeromy?"
"Since he took Daddy Davy, I want gramps."
"Great. Now since you both have one faggot left, tell me how you want them trained while sleeping tonight?"
Mark showed them a chart which each of the men pointed at something on the chart, while whispering and kind of giggling about it.
"Okay, son and slave," pointing to the two young ones, "get up and follow me. Piggy faggot also come so you can assist. Gentlemen take your faggots with you up to bed. We will see you in the morning," as Mark walked off with the other three.
"Well Master Clark, make sure my faggot daddy treats you well tonight."
"You know MasterJ, you can do anything you want to with my dad. In fact, I hope you do."
They both got up and walked over to us, with a leash. They attached them and told us to crawl upstairs. Jeromy had Mr. Richards go first and he followed. I could see Mr. Richards' balls hanging there and then I saw Jeromy smack them hard. Mr. R just gave a little sound. Then I followed, with Clark behind me. He smacked my ass immediately. Then about 2/3s of the way up he grabbed my balls and squeezed. "It's gonna be one hell of a night with you Daddy Davy."