Butch and Daniel came home in time for dinner this evening. I'm taking a break before going out to tend to my heard of beasts.
Master got his trusty ass lock out for some serious play this afternoon. I know this thing is modeled after an historical torture device the was used to inflict injury that eventually led to death. A lot of what we do is a modified version of horrible reality.
So just because he saw a picture of a guy chained by an ass lock to a wall, Master thought it would be funny to do a version of that and lead me around the outside of the house by a chain attached to the ass lock.
It feels like having a giant turd in your ass that your too constipated to get rid off. Then, to have someone pull on it from the outside causing even more miserable pressure. I'm not sure I like it.
We had a visitor come to play last night. I had a migraine so I fell asleep on the floor while Master turned the guys world upside down. I didn't even realize that I was sleeping. I stole a pillow from the sofa and lay naked with a Great White Pyrenees on each side of me and Tommy at my head. He growled at our visit when Master brought him into the room. I pretended to be asleep while they talked. He asked Master a lot of personal questions about me. It was a probing question that made me blow my sleepy cover. One of those stupid questions, "do you or have you ever abused him?"
I sat up, disturbing the dogs, "NO FUCKING WAY"!
Thomas, my little yellow dog growled and showed a very nasty tooth full threat to the guy.
I asked Master to excuse me and went to our bedroom. The dogs followed. Tommy growled again.
What kind of asinine question was that after asking a guy to tie him and whip him?
Monday, July 14, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
Not a Sunny Day.
We had breakfast around the pool this morning. Well, Master had breakfast. He frog tied me while we were still in bed this morning. He carried me outside an put me down on the tile and left me there while he and the guys ate. Daniel said, "if that were me there, I'd think it would be nice to be gang banged to get the day started".
After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.
Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.
After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.
Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
High Kick to the Back of The Head
Master and Christopher were sparring up on the hill under the Oak trees today. I was hot to see the two nearly naked men go at each other. For big guys, Master is what you might call huge, they are swift and nimble. I watched them from a distance. I leaned against the fence with Alpaca nosing me for attention. I saw Christopher fly with a roundhouse movement and catch Master in the back of the head.
I'm sitting with Master trying to keep him awake in case he has a concussion. (Doctors orders) We watched a move about two guys in small town Texas trying to find love amidst their crumbling love lives. They hook up and the movie ends with the guys driving to work feeling good about their new loves. Strictly a vanilla feel good movie but we looked at each other at the very same time and told each other that we're lucky we don't have to deal with that anymore.
Butch and Dan are going to a rodeo someplace for the weekend. I'm going to be getting up before the sun and putting all the animals into shelter for the night. We have the four dogs who spend almost their entire lives outside but they're still puppies. We can depend on them to bark and threaten intruders but they are not mature enough to fight anything off. Anyway, I'll be outside being a rancher all weekend. I'm looking forward to it.
Master has time to play around the ranch more since we got home. He's not playing absentee CEO anymore since the sale of his family's business. His brother took on a leadership role but Master took the money and ran off to America. He's watching what the money watchers do on our estate so he keeps busy part of the time.
I'm sitting with Master trying to keep him awake in case he has a concussion. (Doctors orders) We watched a move about two guys in small town Texas trying to find love amidst their crumbling love lives. They hook up and the movie ends with the guys driving to work feeling good about their new loves. Strictly a vanilla feel good movie but we looked at each other at the very same time and told each other that we're lucky we don't have to deal with that anymore.
Butch and Dan are going to a rodeo someplace for the weekend. I'm going to be getting up before the sun and putting all the animals into shelter for the night. We have the four dogs who spend almost their entire lives outside but they're still puppies. We can depend on them to bark and threaten intruders but they are not mature enough to fight anything off. Anyway, I'll be outside being a rancher all weekend. I'm looking forward to it.
Master has time to play around the ranch more since we got home. He's not playing absentee CEO anymore since the sale of his family's business. His brother took on a leadership role but Master took the money and ran off to America. He's watching what the money watchers do on our estate so he keeps busy part of the time.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Boys of Abu ghraib
We watched BOYS OF ABU GHRAIB last night.
It was about a young soldier who volunteered for a shift as a prison guard to escape the boredom of his post in the motor pool. It depicted how he was a truly good person who had been damaged by attempts on his life, death of his friends and the horrors and atrocities of war. It was a story about how he lost part of his humanity and became abusive. It was based on real life fact of Abu Ghraib guards tormenting and humiliating prisoners during the Bush presidency.
I became saddened by the way the media attacked the prison guards without compassion and by the way the government caused the perversion of otherwise good people. I became saddened by the constant warfare and tribal disputes that are historically endless.
Boys of Abu Ghraib is definitely worth watching.
Speaking of feel down. I went to bed before Master. I usually sleep on the left side of the bed facing the center of the bed. Master sleeps facing me. I apparently unconsciously turned away from him when he came to bed. I was awakened when he said "This isn't happening". He grabbed me by my balls and turned me toward him, suffocating me in his arm pit. He pulled the blanket up over us and wrapped his right arm around me and then kissed me "Goodnight Boy". I was mostly asleep.
It was about a young soldier who volunteered for a shift as a prison guard to escape the boredom of his post in the motor pool. It depicted how he was a truly good person who had been damaged by attempts on his life, death of his friends and the horrors and atrocities of war. It was a story about how he lost part of his humanity and became abusive. It was based on real life fact of Abu Ghraib guards tormenting and humiliating prisoners during the Bush presidency.
I became saddened by the way the media attacked the prison guards without compassion and by the way the government caused the perversion of otherwise good people. I became saddened by the constant warfare and tribal disputes that are historically endless.
Boys of Abu Ghraib is definitely worth watching.
Speaking of feel down. I went to bed before Master. I usually sleep on the left side of the bed facing the center of the bed. Master sleeps facing me. I apparently unconsciously turned away from him when he came to bed. I was awakened when he said "This isn't happening". He grabbed me by my balls and turned me toward him, suffocating me in his arm pit. He pulled the blanket up over us and wrapped his right arm around me and then kissed me "Goodnight Boy". I was mostly asleep.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
I Missed TOO Much!
I love travel. I've never been one to be a Home and Hearth kind of guy in the past but now that I've built a family of friends and animals, travel comes with conflicted feelings. Now I love being home. I love stepping in livestock shit and grooming the critters that make it.
The Alpacas and Llamas were all shorn in my absence. I missed learning about the process and being there to comfort them while it was happening. I also missed the birth of cria and foal
I missed the first new shoots on the newly planted vines and seeing my trees come into full foliage.
My dogs and geese made a gallant charge when we pulled into the yard. Sancho and Panza knocked me down and the rest of the dogs jealously pushed and tugged to get to me. My little yellow dog has learned to stand back from the fray and wait for his turn. He's been trampled by his bigger siblings enough to be wary of them. He knows he will get special hugs and kisses. All of the puppy's have grown wildly in my absence. They are going to be monstrously large dogs.
The southern slope outside the living room window is covered with orange flowers.
Yes! I am very happy to be home.
The Alpacas and Llamas were all shorn in my absence. I missed learning about the process and being there to comfort them while it was happening. I also missed the birth of cria and foal
I missed the first new shoots on the newly planted vines and seeing my trees come into full foliage.
My dogs and geese made a gallant charge when we pulled into the yard. Sancho and Panza knocked me down and the rest of the dogs jealously pushed and tugged to get to me. My little yellow dog has learned to stand back from the fray and wait for his turn. He's been trampled by his bigger siblings enough to be wary of them. He knows he will get special hugs and kisses. All of the puppy's have grown wildly in my absence. They are going to be monstrously large dogs.
The southern slope outside the living room window is covered with orange flowers.
Yes! I am very happy to be home.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Bondage at 40,000 Feet
You might have heard of the Mile High Club. Master has that beat. How about bondage, ass beating, skull fuck and fucking at 40,000 feet.
The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.
We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.
The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.
We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Together Again.
Master is with me in the Chateau. I was freed from the Dungeons shortly after he arrived. His touch feels so sweet after being parted at the Munich Airport nine days ago.
The driver from the airport did not cover my head for this trip to the Chateau. I've apparently graduated from being thought of as low life pledge slave meat. The brutal treatment that I had received in the past did not occur although I was restrained once I stepped inside the Chateau and escorted to the dungeons.
They watched me as I stripped. They restrained me in a chair while shaving the hair that I had grown since the beginning of our trip. The guards moved me to a ceramic bathing table and removed my body hair and scanned my ribs to check the signal from the tracking chip that they embedded there. It was a ritual that I have felt several times before so I felt comfortable with the process, including a very hot shower and scrubbing.
They moved me to my cell. It was a gray stone room with a stainless prison style sink and toilet combination. The bed was a mattress that lay on the bare floor and a tattered woolen blanket. There is a ring embedded in the wall should they decide to chain me. The guards ordered me to lay on the mattress. My hands were restrained behind me and they had blindfolded me. One of the guards pulled me up at the waist. He squirted lubricant in my ass then pressed his hard cock inside of me. I objected, "I am sure that Master did not give permission for you to fuck me". The guard slapped me across the face on ordered me to stop my insolence. The guard continued to fuck me. Then I started to smell the guard and feel the shape of his cock and body as he held me from behind. "Christian?", I yelled. He started to laugh, "yes boy, it's Christian".
I asked, "what are you doing here".
"The same as you, I'm here for annual training."
"I am so happy to feel someone from home. Sir, how I miss home".
Christian is my "body guard", security guard, friend, part of my family and companion. He also acts for Master when he is not with me.
Most of my time in the Chateau is spent locked in solitary confinement with music playing softly in the background. I think but I am not sure that there are subliminal messaged in the background. What ever, Master is aware of it. My only break is to be taken out to be "trained" every day. Christian is usually present but not always active. Days can be long, boring and monotonous. There are moments when I feel like I will go mad and then I go to sleep, waking up feeling the same monotony.
This is not a slave's life that I would want to live.
I met a slave who was training the first time that I was trained. We were locked hand, foot and neck to a wall in a long hall. He is an American who is owned by a Saudi. He had his teeth removed at the Chateau at his Master's request. He was quite happy when we talked again. He was wearing dentures that changed his facial structure. He smiled when ever he spoke of his Master so the trepidation that I felt about his situation as changed to gladness for him and respect instead of loathing of his Master who once sounded absurdly cruel.
Master came early. That meant that he either consummated the sale of the family business early or that the deal fell through. We haven't talked about that yet. The first and only thing that he was interested in was shoving his cock in my throat and ass while rolling me in his arms. He told me that he is going to renew his brand on my ass tomorrow then take me home.
The driver from the airport did not cover my head for this trip to the Chateau. I've apparently graduated from being thought of as low life pledge slave meat. The brutal treatment that I had received in the past did not occur although I was restrained once I stepped inside the Chateau and escorted to the dungeons.
They watched me as I stripped. They restrained me in a chair while shaving the hair that I had grown since the beginning of our trip. The guards moved me to a ceramic bathing table and removed my body hair and scanned my ribs to check the signal from the tracking chip that they embedded there. It was a ritual that I have felt several times before so I felt comfortable with the process, including a very hot shower and scrubbing.
They moved me to my cell. It was a gray stone room with a stainless prison style sink and toilet combination. The bed was a mattress that lay on the bare floor and a tattered woolen blanket. There is a ring embedded in the wall should they decide to chain me. The guards ordered me to lay on the mattress. My hands were restrained behind me and they had blindfolded me. One of the guards pulled me up at the waist. He squirted lubricant in my ass then pressed his hard cock inside of me. I objected, "I am sure that Master did not give permission for you to fuck me". The guard slapped me across the face on ordered me to stop my insolence. The guard continued to fuck me. Then I started to smell the guard and feel the shape of his cock and body as he held me from behind. "Christian?", I yelled. He started to laugh, "yes boy, it's Christian".
I asked, "what are you doing here".
"The same as you, I'm here for annual training."
"I am so happy to feel someone from home. Sir, how I miss home".
Christian is my "body guard", security guard, friend, part of my family and companion. He also acts for Master when he is not with me.
Most of my time in the Chateau is spent locked in solitary confinement with music playing softly in the background. I think but I am not sure that there are subliminal messaged in the background. What ever, Master is aware of it. My only break is to be taken out to be "trained" every day. Christian is usually present but not always active. Days can be long, boring and monotonous. There are moments when I feel like I will go mad and then I go to sleep, waking up feeling the same monotony.
This is not a slave's life that I would want to live.
I met a slave who was training the first time that I was trained. We were locked hand, foot and neck to a wall in a long hall. He is an American who is owned by a Saudi. He had his teeth removed at the Chateau at his Master's request. He was quite happy when we talked again. He was wearing dentures that changed his facial structure. He smiled when ever he spoke of his Master so the trepidation that I felt about his situation as changed to gladness for him and respect instead of loathing of his Master who once sounded absurdly cruel.
Master came early. That meant that he either consummated the sale of the family business early or that the deal fell through. We haven't talked about that yet. The first and only thing that he was interested in was shoving his cock in my throat and ass while rolling me in his arms. He told me that he is going to renew his brand on my ass tomorrow then take me home.
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