Did You Say No?

In a bar in San Francisco, I was standing with my back to Master's right arm starring at a guy who was a little shorter than me. He looked very familiar but it took a long time to place him. I's seen him in video clips on Tumblr. I don't know hid name but he always wore a sneer on his face and slapped his bottoms around and spit on them when he was done using them. I one of the videos, he was strangling a guy with a black rope while he fucked him. It always turned me on to see him use his bottoms in such a cruel way.

The guy saw me starring at him and eventually started walking toward me. From no-where, Master took my bottle from my hand and set it on the bar then used his right hand to cover my face and turn me so that my face was buried against his chest. Since I was gasping to breath, I didn't hear what he and the man where saying except that I was his property. Master pulled on the back of my collar, slightly choking me. He pulled me away from his chest and asked, "you want to fuck this guy, don't you, you filthy slut". I did but I didn't want to admit it. I said "NO!'.

"Did you say "no" to me?"
"Yes Master, I said "NO!".
"But you didn't mean "NO", did you?".
"Sir!", I started to say but he cut me short with a slap on my left cheek. It was the first time that he had ever slapped me. It gave me a raging hard-on. He pilled my face into his chest again, nearly suffocating me.

We went out for a bite to eat before heading to the condo. The gay walked in and sat across from Master. He smiled at Master but sneered at me. He came home with us and Master turned me over to him to use and abuse. He did everything that I had seen him do in videos and more. My face and chest were slightly bruised and I had rope marks around my neck. He came several times and I jacked off several times before he turned to talk to Master who was sitting on a chair in the corner watching us. Master stood up and unbuckled his belt. He beat my ass with it, calling me a slut then fucked me while holding is hand over my mouth.

I woke the next morning sandwiched between the two men who used me until I collapsed the night before.

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A dream

I dreamed that someone with muscled abs with pop-out veins locked an un-removable chastity belt on me. A flexible probe on the inside of the cock tube slid into my bladder. There was also a probe that went into my rectum. The probes vaporized waste and somehow got rid of it.  Any attempt to cut the belt off resulting in the belt healing itself as the cut was being attempted.

I woke in the middle of the night with an intense erection.

Some Thoughts

One needs to evaluate the life they are leading from time to time and in the process of introspection alter the course when something is not right or there are ne directions to explore...

The boy came to me expecting intensity and that has been the course of our lives from the start. He knows tenderness but constantly craves the intensity that brought use together. Everything is tight, hard and sometimes brutal. We never gave ourselves the chance to go slow. It is time to go back to before we started and build up to where we are now, taking the time to enjoy a slower ride.

We stayed in bed all morning yesterday, taking time for foreplay and conversation. The good thing about starting over in an established relationship is that neither is trying to impress the other. The boy wanted to be tied and fucked (raped is what he called it). It refused but instead pulled him down to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs up to me shoulders and pressed into him. I took my time, slowly measuring myself as I worked into his ass. I slowly fucked him, measuring our enjoyment by the quaking of our bodies. I edged then pulled back to start over again. He dribbled pre-cum endlessly. I stopped before cumming, leaving myself burning.

And So It Goes

Reggie is taking a rental in Napa Valley and Steve left this morning saying that he couldn't understand our lifestyle. It was his second encounter with "The Family", having visited Reggie in the UK.

It seemed stupid that Reggie was out on his own so quickly.

Master was relieved that Steve left. He had a sense that he didn't belong and most likely wouldn't fit in. Being direct, none of us liked him.

Well, life goes on. I went out to work. I wouldn't want to miss a moment of having nothing more to do than spend my day with my menagerie. Butch and Daniel pulled in after lunch. Daniel hopped the corral fence to work and talk with me. It's good that everyone is home.

Morning Cums

Master woke me in the earliest of morning hours. He had straddled my chest and was pushing his cock into through my gnarly un-brushed teeth. He fucked my throat for a while then changed position, pulling my body toward the head of the bed so that my head hung face up over the edge. He came then Reggie worked his cock into my throat then fucked until he came. When it was over, they unlocked the chain from my ankle and Master took me upstairs to his bed. Reggie laid down on the mattress in my empty cell with the door open.

Master coiled his body around mine and entered me from behind. We fell asleep that way.

Master woke up with me and came out to the barn to help me with my work.  We shoveled out the animal droppings then let them all out into the corral and pasture when the sun peaked in the eastern sky. We finished cleaning then fed the animals and played with them a bit. Master went inside while I started brushing out the dogs and came back out with cups of coffee that sipped while sitting on a fence rail.

Master talked about his evening with Reggie. My thought was that they played and didn't want us slaves around to see it. As the conversation flowed, Reggie is moving to the States and wants to set up shop in the Napa of Sonoma valley. His reason is that he wants to get away from the gloominess and crowds of London. "So, I suppose he is setting up here, at least for a while?", I asked. "If we both agree. I thought I would give him an invitation" Master responded. I suggested that we ask him while we're together but asked how Steve played into all this. I wasn't so sure about that. The fact was that Reggie didn't know either.

We went in for breakfast.

After breakfast, I got up and headed outside to work again. I had just begun to brush the dogs and had plans to spend the entire day pampering the rest of the herds. Steve came out a bit later. I never count time when I am surrounded by all the fur because I lose myself in it. Steve watched from the fence and tried to start a conversation but I think he is afraid of me. He mentioned that he was dying for a cigarette. "Steve, that means you're probably dying from cigarettes. The only place you can smoke cigarettes here is way down the mountain on the other side of the gate and don't leave any butts down there". I asked him if he would learn a little bit about the animals instead and offered him a curry.

The big boy Lama came bounding across the corral to check Steve out. The dogs watched the interaction. Steve was terrified.

It didn't End There

The boy (Steve) was quiet at first then I heard what sounded like crying. I felt an obligation to be silent at first but eventually asked what was going on. He had never been beaten to the extent that Christopher worked him over. He didn't understand how Reggie could let it go on after having Reggie tell him that he would never hurt him.

"Let me ask you Steve, why did you take the punishment? You had a choice, didn't you",  He told me that he felt he had to. "Why? I asked". He said he knew he had done something wrong and he didn't want Reggie to throw him out of his life. I asked, "have you stolen before?'. He said he had. "Have you stolen from friends?" He said he had. "Why?", I asked. He didn't seem to know.

"Well, it's done with and over here. If you need something, ask for it and don't expect the pain in your head or ass to go away anytime soon and don't expect it to happen again."

He asked if I had been beaten like that. "Yes, but it is so painful for Master to administer it that I don't ever want him to have to do it again. It is the worst thing that I can do to him."

Steve started to ask another question. I reminded him that we are locked in cells for a specific reason, to sleep. It is what is expected. We can talk to tomorrow. "Steve, you should know that everything that we say or do is monitored and can be recorded. There is no such thing as privacy here on the ranch. Master Butch and Dan are gone for another day or two. I have a lot to do tomorrow."

The Tale of a Red Tail

Later yesterday I saw the Master's walking on the hillside looking like they were having a serious conversation.

Master came to my studio to fetch me and tell me The Tale of a Red Tale. Christian has CCTV in all the rooms of the house. A signal tells him when people move from room to room when guests are in the house. He got a signal from Master's office so he decided to check it out. Reggie's boy was in the room going through Master's desk drawers. He found the petty cash box and lifted some of the bigger bills from it and stuffed it into his pocket. He also took a tiny (barely larger than a thumb nail) gold dragon from the book shelf behind the desk. It was petty theft but none the less theft.

Christian quietly called Ian and Reggie to his office and asked them to view the recording. Reggie was torn. This boy was new and he liked him a great deal but there was no way to excuse theft in a family member's home or any where for that matter. That is why they sent me to my studio. If I had known I would have confronted him and thrown him out regardless of Reggie's feelings for him. I would have felt, most of all, that I was protecting Reggie. The Master's know me well.

Master said that Reggie, Christian and he confronted the boy, showing the video on an Ipad. The boy was stunned and humiliated, especially when Reggie voiced his grief over meeting a boy that he really cared for who turned out to be a thief who disrespected him by disrespecting his family. As a result of the Master's conversation out on their hillside walk, Reggie offered the boy two options. Being sent away or taking the punishment that no one wanted to give. The boy was quick to choose the punishment, not knowing what it was. Master said he thought the boy was thinking it was a horny punishment, the kind that goes on when you want to get your rocks off.

Reggie, Christian and Master took the boy to the punishment. The light in the room is blindingly bright. They ordered him to strip and fold his cloths neatly. The ordered him to stand at attention and explained the punishment and that once it starts there is no way out. They also told him that if he were ever to steal again that the punishment would increase exponentially.

"Lay face down on the table. To avoid mistaking this for play, you will not be bound, gagged or blindfolded. You are to lay on the table remaining motionless and expressionless. You remain perfectly still and quiet or you punishment will increase exponentially. This will take all your abilities to control yourself. Christopher will administer the punishment. You will receive ten stroke from this strap and then a minute to rest. You will receive two similar sets of strokes followed by twenty rapid fire strokes. Remember, he is in charge and that any movement or reaction from you will cause the punishment to begin anew but the number of strokes will double. Do you understand? This is your last chance to choose between being sent away, never to see Me again or the punishment".

Master said the boy's eyes welled up with tears. Reggie turned his back to him and Master explained that crying was a reaction that is not permissible. I know this punishment from experience. It is torture, primarily because of the self control that it takes to remain absolutely stoic.

Master said the boy laid on the table without saying another word. Christian punished him with care filled expertise. The boy bounced involuntarily and braced himself as if he wanted to get up but then laid back down. He took all fifty strokes. Christian told him to remain on the table and think about what pain he caused the Masters to see him punished and to come up when he was ready to rejoin the family. He also told him that he could not talk about the punishment experience. "What's done is done". The three Master's left him alone in the room.

Tony made a great meal, as usual. Dinner went on for the evening.

Master took me to the dungeon after dinner and chained me to the wall. Reggie came out a while later to chain the boy to a cot in the adjoining cell.

Ways of Being

Reggie is visiting for a week or two. He's brought his new boy with him. It was the first that I knew of the boy. He's nice looking with his jet black beard and hair cut in one of those trendy long slicked back top the head dew's with nearly shaved sides. He covered with a lot of black ink that looked like quick and impulsive, meaningful at the moment disjointed design

Master has given me use of the internet again.

We were all sitting in the living room talking casually. I was thirsty so I mentioned to Master that I wanted to get a drink of water and asked him if I could get him anything before I got my drink. He smiled as he tapped me on the cheek and told me to go ahead. I got up and asked Master Reggie if he or his boy would like anything. "We're good, slave".  I walked off to the kitchen to get an ice cold drink from the water cooler. It was so cold in my empty stomach that it hurt. Tony laughed "that water is a little cold to gulp".  "Hey Tony, do you need any help out here?" Tony kicked me out of the kitchen. I went back, as usually I kneelt in front of Mast before I sat at his feet. I noticed his glass was empty, "Master, are you sure that I can't get something for you?".

"Sit down and relax. You're off duty, in fact your skin feels cold. Go put something on and take a warm shower or bath if you want and take off to your study".  Master stepped into the bathroom while I was soaking. "Lock the studio doors and turn up your music and don't let anyone in there who doesn't have a key. Take your dogs with you". I climbed out of the tub and tried off. Master locked the Cararra chastity belt on me with my ass plugged and locked. He wrapped me in his arms then helped me put my t-shirt on.

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A Story:

He woke up feeling breathless and unable to move. He tried to open his eyes but something gauze pads and the tape that was wrapped around his head made it impossible. He started to panic and tried to open his mouth to scream but his dry stinking briefs were stuffed in his mouth and kept there with tape that was wrapped around his mouth and under his chin to the top of his head. His hands and body were tied to and old oak library chair and then wrapped again with duct tape. He couldn’t move, even his toes were taped together. He coughed as he tried to breathe again. A tube was fed through one of his nostrils down his throat to his stomach. He was scared, really scared to the point of absolute panic. He tried to breathe again then passed out.

He woke again from a choking feeling. His captors were pulling the tube out of stomach, throat and head. The sprayed a shot of decongestant into his nose that contained a steroid that along with the other drugs, opened his congested breathing passages. He groaned as best as he could and tried to shake his head, hoping that whoever was touching him would release him.

He heard muffled voices through his head wraps. “It looks like he’s coming around again”. Someone removed the tape that covered his ears and pulled foam plugs from his ear canals. “Listen”, said a gravelly voice, “You are our prisoner any misbehavior will result in this”. A sharp electrical blast from a stun gun ran from his balls through the rest of his body. He tried to scream and wiggle but nothing came out and he could move. The electricity blew through every nerve in his body. “You’re going to be here like this for another couple and days. IF you survive, we’ll move on to the next stage of your miserable life”.

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