Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 18:45:34 -0800 (PST)
From: amh <underdog4unnc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Cowboy - Part 16

Master Cowboy - Part 16

The Grand Opening

As i lay resting in my cage home i thought back to a week
ago when Master tied me down in the back of His "slave
mobile" and drove to several bars in town. He went to a
twink bar and allowed young sissy boys to use me as a fuck
hole. They were grossed out by the idea at first but after
one husky youth climbed into the truck and began fucking my
exposed asshole the others began to turn on to the idea.
When he was finished he shoved his slimy cock down my throat
and made me suck it clean. After that scene others lined up
to pay and use me like a dog.

Master drove to a bar which was a favorite of a gang of
black bikers, a skinhead bar, two leather/Levi bars, and one
straight bar. At each stop i was raped continually in both
mouth and ass. Each group of men ravaged my fuck holes and
treated me as the low life scum bag that i had become. They
were brutal in their attacks upon my slave holes and by the
time Master was driving back to the Farm i was covered in
wet slime from head to toe. Cum dripped from my fuck holes
but i was so totally exhausted i merely laid my head down in
the wet pool on the floor and passed out smelling and
tasting what seemed like gallons of man-cum.
Once back at the farm He ordered me dragged from the slave
mobile and locked in my cage where i would remain until
party night so that i would be well rested for the work that
He had in mind for me.


Much had taken place in the past week in preparation for
Master's Grand Opening of His Farm. All of the existing
slaves were worked hard by the trainers. Lord Bond had
loaned His two slaves to be used as well. The slave that He
had acquired from Master Cowboy weeks before was there as
well as Lord Bonds two other slaves. They were all worked
hard to prepare the dungeon and grounds for the party. An
out building which used to be used for horses was remodeled
into a bunkhouse for the guests to stay in. Close friends of
Master Cowboy would stay in His house however.

The entire farm had been thoroughly transformed since my
Master had purchased the place with the money that i had
signed over to Him when i signed His slavery contract many
months ago. The barn had been transformed into a dungeon,
throne room, and slave quarters. There were also special
rooms in which visitors could take slaves to privately work
on them. Nothing was left undone in the farm's
transformation. All of the slave cages and cells faced the
main dungeon area so that they could always see everything
that was being done to another slave or slaves. The dungeon
itself was well thought out and designed with slave use and
torture in mind. The central portion of the barn had been
utilized. The dungeon itself was circular in length with
riser seating on all sides. Each riser contained comfortable
seating for the Masters and floor space around each chair so
that a slave had full access to the Man it was servicing.
Each seating area was down lit with low voltage spots which
added to the ambience of the space.

There were two crosses, both a Tao and a St. Andrews. The
beams that crossed overhead were fitted with numerous chains
and hoists, there were heavy metal rings mounted on the
walls, floor, and ceiling. The floor was concrete covered
with a dense rubber pad which made it both durable and very
functional. The entire space could just be hosed down for
cleaning. There were numerous slings, several fisting
benches, and drains so that any piss not fed directly down a
slave's throat would run off nicely.

Mounted on racks placed around the space were whips,
shackles, canes, floggers, a large variety of tit clamps,
and every device of torture imaginable. Master Cowboy and
His investors had spent an immense fortune to remodel and
furnish the space in which all forms of debauchery would
take place. Invitations had been handed out to all that had
used me when Master had lent me out on His tour of bars the
week previously. Many of these would only be allowed the top
row of stadium seating where they could be spectators to the
slaves and real Masters that had received engraved
invitations to this special event; the first of many to
come. Any of the guests in the upper row could become
involved in the action only if they offered themselves as
slaves. Many of those that did so would never see freedom
again.

Once all preparations had been made all slaves were taken to
the slave preparation room. There they had all hair removed
from their bodies that may have grown back in the past week.
Each was slathered with a special cream that stripped the
hair from their bodies. When finished all slaves were
hairless from head too toe, including eye brows.
The only things that they wore were there slave bar codes
tattooed at the base of the neck and a chain choke chain.
Each slave was given a deep enema so that its rear fuck hole
was clean and inviting. As for the personal slave of Master
Cowboy i had already had all my hair permanently removed
with a laser process. My rear fuck hole had a rubber hose
mounted in it for the entire week before so that my ass
would be kept clean of all impurities. i was fed a liquid
diet and had a rubber hose connecting my mouth to a catheter
so that all fluids were kept recycled in my system. when all
slaves had been prepared i was removed from my cage and led
to my Master's boots where i kissed and licked them from toe
to top. i my wrists were strung from a chain attached to an
overhead beam so that i hung directly over the central floor
drain. All tubes were removed and my ass was hosed out one
more time to prove its cleanliness. i was rubbed down with
hot oil so that my body glistened in the light and my back
tattoo glowed in full color. It was thirty minutes from the
scheduled opening time. i squatted next to Master where He
sat in His centrally placed throne. There was one empty
throne next to His that was meant for Lord Bond. A trumpet
sounded and Lord Bond entered the dungeon leading His three
slaves. His dog slave `scum' crawled beside its Lord and
Master. it wore a huge spiked leather dog collar, rubber
mitts on its former hands, now paws. Lord Bond had begun
scum on a heavy testosterone treatment which had already
caused hair to grow all over its body to make it look like
the animal it had become. When Lord Bond stood before Master
Cowboy they greeted with a huge hug. Lord Bond ordered scum
to "greet Master Cowboy". When it opened its mouth nothing
was emitted from its mouth except growl and hoarse bark. it
had obviously had its vocal code snipped since it left
Master Cowboy's service. scum was truly its Master's dog
slave in all manner. it would never be human again, but
would serve out its life as a dog. Lord Bond took His seat
next to Master Cowboy with His slaves at His feet.

Master Cowboy ordered me to kneel before Him and I quickly
crawled and squatted before Him.

"In accordance with its Contract of Permanent slavery that
it signed when first giving its life over to Me I have
decided to take its slavery further as of this special
night. slave will function as I order for the pleasure of
Myself and all guests in attendance. Before we begin however
I have a new document for My slave to sign. Of course it
really has no say in this matter but I wish to make this
formal and witnessed by all in attendance at this moment
prior to opening the doors for My guests to enter. Placed
before My slave is a new document which it is ordered to
sign. It states as follows:

Contract for Permanent status as slave property to Master
Cowboy

this slave, formerly known as `sluthole', does this day
before all in attendance sign its life over completely and
permanently to it's Master. it will never be allowed human
status again. it remains in compliance to its previous slave
contract, however upon signing this document it does from
this day forward become mere property of Master Cowboy.

As such it will be branded with its Master's mark on its ass
as any beast of the field. it will have a permanent gps chip
imbedded in its neck so that it can be tracked in the future
and even if should one day try to run off will be tracked
and run down like a dog.

it also accepts a new slave name that its Master has
selected for it. From this day forward it will answer to the
name `thing' in reflection of just what it has become and
will continue to be; it's  Master's neutered thing.

As proof of this commitment to Master Cowboy it does with
the signing of this document sign away all rights to its
slave testicles to its Master. its testicles shall be
permanently removed this weekend before all in attendance
and two extremely large surgical steel balls will be
implanted in their place to forever sway between `things
legs as symbol of its total conversion as master's property.

Signed ______________ formerly known as slut hole.

With tears running down my slave cheeks, my Master's cheeks,
i had no recourse but to sign away my last symbol of
manhood.

After signing i knelt forward and kissed my Master's boots
in gratitude.





"Excellent `thing', its Master is very pleased to now own
its former manhood completely and I look forward to the
ceremony in which I shall cut out its testicles and replace
them with weights that will always remind it of its place in
life; as its Master's neutered  property. Let the
festivities begin."

At the entrance metal rings had been mounted in the floor
and the beam above. That was where my Master would string my
body up tightly so that i was on view for all entering
He ordered me led to the entrance where i was strung spread
eagle with my slave tattoo facing the entrance for all to
behold. A ten pound weight was attached to the metal rings
that stretched my balls. Two pound weights were attached to
the rings in my ever enlarging slave nipples. i hung like a
pig awaiting slaughter which is in fact what i had become.
Sometime Sunday evening what were once my testicles would be
cut out and weights sewn up in my former ball sack. my slave
balls would from that day forward be kept in a sealed jar of
fluid as a reminder of what i  once was and what i now had
become; a ball free piece of slave property. i could imagine
what would happen after that. Master Cowboy would use
steroids to reform my body and complete the process of
turning me into His freak slave.

The long weekend had only begun.