It's Going to be a Long, Long Trek

I wish that I had something interesting to talk about. It seemed that we were all work and play but there is nothing new about that. We didn't do anything that we hoped to do exact take time to take time with each other without allowing for interruptions.

We didn't change the blog or the site and most likely won't until July.

I encourage my boy to take his trip to Bhutan to take his trek along with his friend. He should be arriving at the Monastery sometime soon but he is out of reach at the moment. He'll need to acclimate to the thin air for a few days before starting out. He'll have nothing with him beside the clothes on their backs, a change of underwear and dry socks. I think he might take his camera but he's more into memories than pictures. When he paints, he creates moods and impressions from memories.

He finished several paintings before he left and decided to turn the fleece from his animals over to a commercial facility this year. He's spending more time painting than any other activity in the studio.

I have been working outside more since I shed all business concerns outside of running this place (financially). Butch runs everything else around here, including my ass when I am out in his territory. It's odd (as my boy might say) that I feel less interest in going out and feel like working the ranch instead. I never before thought I'd be happy do this manual labor shit, but it is damn fun and makes me feel like an honest man. Makes me horny too. Something I can hardly deal with in the boys absence. 

Something on the kinky side.

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I saw this picture sometime ago and got all hard over it. I had some girls up in Canada reproduce except that every single buckle locks with a padlock and the hands will be restrained behind his back. The waist and chest cinchers have roller buckles for easy tightening. The boy hasn't seen it yet. It should arrive before he comes home.

Free?

So, I'm out roaming free today except for the belt. It doesn't mean my ass is out of use. In fact, Master rarely plays with my ass just for pleasure but he decided he would try it today.

He strapped me down on the work table with my hole exposed at the edge of the table. I expected a marathon fuck.  Instead, he lined up a selection of butt toys and a squeeze bottle filled with coconut oil, his favorite new lube. It's slippery as hell and easy to clean up.

He started plying with my rim with one finger and gradually added another then switched to toys and plugs, electricity and vibrators and then his hand again. One finger, two fingers until his massive fist plunged deeply into my rectum. He played ever so gently with the next sphincter until his hand plunged into my filthy colon. I had in no way prepared myself for this activity. Master pulled his fist back to the rectum and played with my prostate gland, forcing me to cum.

He filled my gut with a warm, almost hot, sudsy enema and plugged me, watching me as my gut churned and convulsed. He laughed at my despair and massaged my abdomen with his hands then pulled the plug.

He rinsed my gut with a gentle stream of water with another short piece of hose alongside the water hose to allow water to run out.

He plugged my clean ass with his cock and filled my rectum with his cum,


During the whole process, I watched the sparkle in his eyes. He has grown a good inch of hair on his head, keeping the sides shaved. His thick black/brown beards now covers his cheeks and chin. Hair peaks out of the neck of his V-neck t-shirt.  He looks rugged and menacing.

Hooded and F83ked

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.

Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.

I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

 

 - Haruki Murakami

 

 

 

Nothing makes sense today.

I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.

 

He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.

 

Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.

 

I am horny and frustrated today. 

My Slave Is Not In Any Condition To Write

You asked about bring a object slave.

This is what it is all about. The boy has a marker buried in his body that can be used to track him down any where he goes. Yah, he can run but he cannot hide. The thing is, he does not have any reason to run so he can go any where he wants as long as I know where and with whom he goes. Truthfully, the only thing he does alone is run. I can sprint fast, may be some two hundred meters but the boy runs like Mercury kilometer after kilometer until his body suddenly quits.

I played a game without him knowing what I was planning. He was out running and I tracked him down and headed him off. He came running toward me and I stopped him. Christopher jumped out of the truck and we man handled him, talking to each other like we caught a run-away. We ignored the boy, gagged him, hand cuffed and chained him in the back seat of the truck and took him home.

We strung him up in the barn and beat him, telling him he was going to learn to never try to run again. We took turns beating him. He was screaming and crying but there aren't any safe words with us.  He was sore and red as a cherry when we got done with him. We tied the boy to a post in that barn so he couldn't slide down to rest and left him there, standing, naked with nothing but a clothes peg on the end of his wee little shrunken cock. We went back to torture him before we locked him in a cage for the night. We worked his genitals over with a zap stick, violet wand and weights tied around his nuts. We jerked and edged him and told him he could shoot and then told him to stop the second he started shooting, but it was too late. I turned him over my knee and gave him a good hand blistering for cumming after I told him to stop, then took him into my bedroom and locked him in his cage, after I fucked his sore arse.

I dragged his arse out of his cage mid-night and forced him to throat my cock then fucked him again.
By that time, he figured out what I was doing to him but I think he knew all along. He just let me know then.

I just kept busting his arse for the next days until I was tired of it. I took the fucker to bed and wrapped around him like he likes, slid myself into him and held him there.

Master Ian

Assault and Battery & THE BOX

This guy came up our mountain today who was dressed in a chef jacket. It's the second time this has happened, as far as I knew. He wanted to buy one of my Alpaca to slaughter for his restaurant. I told him to get off the property but he said, "name your price, I'll make worth your while". I slugged the fucker with my right and knocked him on the ground. The killer geese were already raising hell.  Once he hit the ground they started biting him.  The dogs came barking, Christian came racing out the door with Master in hot pursuit. Christian pulled out his cell phone and called the sheriff.  The fucker wants to have me charged for assault and battery and for harboring vicious animals. I told the sheriff deputy that I wanted to charge the chef for trespassing and threatening to kill my Alpaca.

I haven't slugged a person since 7th grade when I finally had enough of Ronnie and Donnie for picking on me all of the time. I was extremely skinny and small for my age so I was an easy target.
I finally picked up a chuck of ice from the edge of the school yard and hit one of them in the face with it and jumped on top of the other and beat him in his face.

There was a big investigation about it because I really messed the guys up. Their mother wanted me kicked out of school for being violent and beating her boys up on the playground.  A bunch of ninth grade girls ended the investigation when they told the principal and police that those boys picked on me constantly and it was about time that I fought back. One of the girls was a "bad girl" who smoked and dated a high school drop out who worked in a donut factory.

Butch came from town while the sheriff deputies were "interviewing" us and looked at the Chef, he said "I know you, you've been up here twice before". He turned to me and asked, "was he trying to get you to slaughter one of your animals again?". With that, a deputy cuffed the guy and took him into custody. Christian and Master stood at my side while the sheriff deputy asked me questions. They usually take over when they think I'm stressed. They smiled while I took control of the situation and then applauded me afterward.

The guy has bite marks from the geese all over his lower arms, hands, ears and face. I don't know if all geese have teeth in their bill but my African Greys have crenulations that leave what looks like tooth marks. Funny.

I got to try The Box for fit for a few minutes today.  All the sides are heavily padded inside. The foam is beveled so they fit seamlessly. The foam is upholstered with garment leather. The bottom and three sides are rigid so I crawled in from the front and sat against the back wall. Master had a sheet explaining the best ways to strap me into the box so that I am cramped and immobile. I would have gotten a woody but the pain caused by the chastity belt ended that quickly.  He closed the front panel then locked it to the adjacent sides with cam locks before he dropped the top over head. I heard him fiddle with the lock. It was entirely dark inside. I could feel it when Master played with the lock but couldn't hear anything.

 

I'm scared. Master "asked" me this morning if wanted this done to me.

I was speechless, I hope he is just fucking with my head

- both found on tumblr

 

 

 

Hot and Sweaty

I was feeling real good this morning. In fact I was hot and sweaty. Master was already out doing my chores before I woke up. I turned music on then went back to bed.

Pete laid out a spread for Thanksgiving dinner last night that was worthy of Gourmet Magazine's cover. Fresh herbs under the crackling skin of the turkey, mashed white beans instead of potatoes, roasted vegetables, dressing made of sprouted grain bread that he baked, wild rice and onion dinner rolls, pumpkin pie with praline topping that crackled like a brulet and sauces and gravy that was unbelievably delicious. I barely touched any of it.  Master took a look at me picking at my plate and reached over to touch me then sent me off to bed with a cup of hot chicken stock. I didn't even brush my teeth.

I went to a walk-in clinic this morning. I have the flu.

I want to post this picture for you guys. A friend on my Facebook page sent it.

 

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I wish I was doing this instead of being stuck in bed

 

 

 

Nose against the wall and a box of rubber

Master told me to get my ass over to the wall and stand there with my nose touching it until he decided what to do with me. He ripped a corner from a page in his magazine and placed it between my nose and the wall.  He used a leather collar with cuffs attached to a strap that extend down the back, terminating in attached leather cuffs.  He moved me from the wall where I was standing to the wall where the bracket extending from the wall with an attached ball stretching holds me against the wall.  Master replaced the paper between my nose and the wall.

I stood trapped with the fear of punishment for letting the paper drop.  He left me there for hours before a the geese made a big fuss over a visitor trespassing within their realm.  Master came out of his office to answer the call, followed by Panza, the Great Pyrenees who is constantly at his heals.

Master came into the family room where I stood naked and restrained.
"That's our victim", Master told the man who was wearing a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and tan bib overalls. I can let him loose if you need me to. The man said that it would help him get an accurate set of measurements. He measured my height, width from front to back and from side to side. Butch walked in and greeted Jim, who is his friend.  Master put me back in restraints and placed the paper between my nose and the wall then offered lunch to Jim, Butch and Dan.

The three men were in the kitchen eating when the geese and dogs started making noise again.  A UPS driving honked his horn to get our attention.  The dogs love him but the geese attack everything until we shoo them away.  A delivery arrived from London. Master acted like a child on Christmas morning.

Master came to release me from the wall.  He slapped me on my butt with his brawny bare hand and told me that I had been "his good boy" because I held the piece of paper in place without mishap. He told me to open the parcel.  It contained a full length thin rubber cat suit, another suit that was much thicker. It had an attached hood, socks and mitts and a rubber straight jacket that has legs.  The only openings in the heavy suit are tubes that are intended to fit into the nostrils.
"I'm excited about getting you into this gear".
"Today Sir"?
"No, not until your box arrives".

Reference:   http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/