Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2007 13:38:44 -0800 (PST)
From: amh <underdog4unnc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Cowboy - Part 17

Master Cowboy - Part 17

Let the Festivities Begin.

my Master had me strung up spread eagle fashion so that i
was on full view for all entering the Farms dungeon for the
Opening Ceremonies of what would be a weekend of pleasure
for all the Masters attending. 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.

Yet as i hung there as my Master's thing i dropped into
thought of that night one week ago as i was tied up in my
Masters van.

Master Cowboy attached a leash to my new septum ring and led
me like a dog out of the barn and over to where He kept His
van parked. He opened the rear doors and ordered me to jump
inside like a good slave dog. Once inside He fastened chains
to my ankle cuffs and locked them to the van floor so that
my legs were spread wide. He then attached another chain to
my wrist cuffs and locked them to the ceiling above where i
knelt. i was securely locked in place with my head on the
floor, but with my asshole exposed and waiting to be fucked.

     "Now slut hole, we are ready to make the bar circuit to
offer my slave ass to all that wish to try it. slave will be
My advertising tool and have its ass filled to overflowing
with men's cum. I want at least one hundred men to try out
My slave's ass as an invitation to My party. I will charge
just ten dollars a fuck tonight just to tempt them with a
taste of what they can expect this weekend. Of course they
will have to pay a hundred and fifty dollars for entry to My
sordid dungeon and the Farms enticing offerings this entire
weekend."

With that stated Master slammed the van doors and went off
to get dressed for His night on the town with His "slave
mobile". i knew that i would be used well this evening and
cum would be flowing out of my well fucked hole. An excited
chill ran through my body at the thought and i was filled
with visions of becoming a "cum dump" for huge quantities of
men with absolutely no say in the matter. i was my Master's
property and this would be driven home by the fact that i
was now a mere fuck object and selling tool for my Master's
party.

Master Cowboy left me strung up in the van with my slave ass
high in the air waiting to be fucked. After sixty long
minutes Master opened the rear doors to the van and ordered
another slave inside. it was Master Rebel's slave boi. boi
was dressed in a skintight pair of white latex shorts which
barely covered its ass or crotch. Of course being white
latex the slave's hard cock was clearly visible through the
material. Master Cowboy ordered boi to kneel so that its
swollen cock was pressed into my slut hole ass. Master
Cowboy and Master Rebel climbed in the front of the van,
started the engine and headed out for a night of debauchery.
They would go to all the known gay bars, S/M, leather/Levi,
twink, yuppie, skinhead, and black.

After about thirty minutes the van stopped in an alley
behind an S and M bar called the Noose. They ordered slave
boi out of the van, attached a leash to its collar and led
it into the rear door of the sleazy bar. Very shortly Master
Cowboy opened the rear door of the van and this slave could
hear them discussing the terms of its use. Each man would be
allowed to fuck this slave and shoot his load of cum deep
into its "pussy". When one man finished the next man in line
would replace him in Master's "slut hole ass". This
continued until fifty men had fucked this slave's now juicy
hole. slave boi was ordered back into the van and they drove
off to the next destination.



The next bar was a skinhead bar and this slave was fucked by
another forty men. The skins really got off on the sleazy
quality of my slut hole ass. Cum was pooled on the van floor
as it ran freely from the over full asshole. They rode this
slave like a dog, plowing their swollen cocks deep and
rough. One of the skinheads commented how sloppy the "slave
hole" was becoming and shoved his hand in along side his
cock and masturbated in my ass. Every man after that did the
same so that when they were finished my hole was stretched
wide open. They ordered the "dog" to show how much of a
whore it was by making it push its reddened, swollen ass
lips out of its hole so that it looked like a woman's over
used pussy. There were five more bars on the agenda until
finally the van pulled up in the parking lot of a bar which
catered to black bikers. Master Cowboy had called ahead so
that a crowd was already lined up and waiting to fuck this
slave hole. this slave's ass was so stretched at this point
that each man fisted this slave rather than merely cock
fucking it. They each punch fucked my hole and rammed their
huge hard cocks in beside their arms so that they could add
their cum to the overflowing mass of cum draining from the
now wet, wide, red pussy.  This went on until 6AM when
Master Cowboy parked the van at the door to the barn and
ordered two slaves to unhook this slave and drag it to
Master Cowboy's feet.

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i was brought back to reality when i felt a fist pushing
into my exposed, greased ass. i opened my eyes and looked
straight into the stone cold green eyes of a Trainer. He
laughed as He spat in my mouth as His partner shoved His arm
deep into my waiting slave ass. The two Trainers were
dressed in skintight black leather pants, latex tank tops,
and knee high CHIP boots. i shivered where i hung exposed to
such use, not because i feared it but because i loved the
hot look of both of Them. They had spent days and weeks
using me and treating me as the low life slave that i was.
Now They would be greeters at the entrance to Master
Cowboy's dungeon on this special night.

Of all the Trainers at my Master's facility these were two
of the hottest. Of course i know that as a slave to Master
Cowboy i was not allowed such thoughts, but these two Men
brought out the beast in me like no one except my Master
did. i knew, however, that my Master placed Them at the
entrance to the dungeon facility for just that reason.
Besides, They were the biggest, meanest, and most muscled
pieces of Manhood that Master had hired as Trainers.

The green eyed Man that stared deep into my slave eyes stood
six feet tall and must have weighed over two hundred fifty
pounds of pure muscle. He had been an Australian lifeguard
and tri-athlete before being hired by Master Cowboy as the
Head Trainer. my Master had met Him through His close friend
Master Rebel and He was the epitome of what the word
"skinhead" stands for. His shaved head shined with oil and
was marked with a beautiful tattoo of a colorful snake which
started on His left pec and crawled its way up His huge neck
to the side of His shaved head, where its wicked head rested
just above His right ear. With my head lowered, my eyes
stared down at a massive bulging crotch that showed His cock
and balls in full detail. Leaving nothing to the
imagination, it appeared that His Manhood strained to be
released from Their leather captivity. He grabbed a hold of
that bulging mound to let me know that i could expect to be
used by Him during this weekend.

The Trainer with His arm shoved deep in my ass was a dark,
tawny brown Man with a stiff black punk style Mohawk. His
eyes were like black coal that made all the slaves quake
when He stared into their eyes. He stood 5'10" tall and had
an incredibly monstrous black cock that was at least twelve
inches long and as fat as a club. All the slaves at the
facility had experienced that massive beast stuffing both of
their fuck holes at one time or another. He also had a set
of huge balls that hung low between His massive, muscled
legs and He enjoyed having a slave hang on them with their
slobbering mouths.

Trainer "Boss" pulled His arm from deep in my asshole in one
quick motion when Trainer "Mick" told Him that they needed
to man their posts. His arm popped out of my fuck hole so
rapidly that it left me swaying from my chains. Master Boss
held His wet arm up to my slave mouth and ordered me to get
it "good and clean" so that He would not smell like slave
ass. Using my tongue i licked His muscular arm from His
elbow to the tips of His fingers to remove all remnants of
"disgusting" slave juice. When He was satisfied, He and
Master Trainer Mick strutted over to the buildings entrance
and stood as two beautiful columns on either side of the
doors.

It was twelve noon when Master ordered the barn doors opened
and for the festivities to begin. Master Trainers Mick and
Boss unlocked the entrance and swung the doors open. i could
hear all the commotion as the first attendees began to
enter. As planned i was the entry display. A large sign had
been posted just inside the entrance which stated:

"This slave that is strung before You is Master Cowboy's
personal property. it has been placed here for all to view
Masters work in progress. The Master has spent months in the
training and marking of His slave and this weekend you will
be allowed to view further humiliations of this special
property. it is placed here for your viewing pleasure.
Attendees entering might wish to spend a few minutes
caressing and toying with a real life slave property."

The guests that were arriving at this time were what Master
referred to as "commoners". Most of those entering had heard
about it from the posters placed in the bars that Master had
taken me to the week before. Many of these men had paid the
introductory fee to use this slave in the rear of Master's
van.

Several of the young men that had used me last week had
picked up a "Weekend slave Contract" that Master made
available at the bars. Exactly eight had filled out the
contract and signed it earlier in the week or that very
morning. They now were stripped naked and chained to the
walls on either side of the entry space in which i hung. All
had their hands locked behind their backs and their ankles
chained to the wall. The spiked leather collars around their
necks were also connected to the wall with chains. Each had
a ball gag in his mouth to keep them from conversing with
friends and other guests. Since most were youths from the
community their friends were seeing them as slaves for the
first time. Some had played with local Masters, but only as
fantasy. This was their first taste of what a real slave
life could be about. they would function as slaves for the
weekend and would be expected to serve meals, run errands,
and do all of the grunt work that would make that weekend
happen as planned. Of course they would also be available to
be sexual slaves to Masters upon request.

In a corner of the entry stood one of the Master Trainers
dressed in exquisite, tight brown leather pants with a full
cod piece jutting from His crotch. He wore brown knee high
line mans boots and a tight black T-shirt with the word
`Trainer' on it. The Man was Master Trainer Robert and He
had His personal naked slave groveling at His feet. Robert
was there to answer any questions that the newly arrived
guest might have. However, He also served as enticement for
those arriving. He was over six feet tall with spiked blond
hair and brilliant blue eyes that would stop anyone dead in
their tracks; both male and female. His body was well
muscled as all the Trainers were and he filled His clothes
especially well. He was a beautiful man and He knew it. His
naked slave wore only a metal collar locked around its neck.
it lived at the farm as did its Master. As Roberts personal
slave, it slept at the foot of its Masters bed in chains. it
was a body slave and always prepared to give its Master the
special treatment that Robert had trained it for. Currently
it crouched naked under His feet at all times, groveling for
His attention and the entertainment of the guests.

A young man barely old enough to attend and dressed in baggy
Levis, tennis shoes and a dress shirt approached Master
Trainer Robert very hesitantly. He was staring at the naked
slave on the floor, but also at the Trainers swollen crotch.
A friend shoved him forward almost knocking him into Robert.
The Trainer grabbed him by the arm and steadied him and
looked straight into the youth's eyes with His piercing
bright blue eyes.

"Do you find something that interests you youngster?" Robert
said in His deep, throaty voice. "Speak up boy; I am very
interested to know why you are staring at Me as well as My
slave boy. So speak up like you have a pair of balls in
those wimpy pants."

"Y-y-yes S-s-sir", the boy replied softly.  "I-I j-just
wondered if you always kept your slave naked sir, and how
did he become your slave sir, and did it take long for you
to train him sir, and have you always been a Master Sir, and
.."He stopped his run on sentence with embarrassment and
just stood there turning a very bright shade of crimson.

"Well now boy, those are all very good questions. You seem
to have quite an attraction to my naked slave boy and My
crotch son. Maybe you wish it were you down there servicing
Me. What do you say boy, want to give it a try?"

"N-n-not just now sir, it kind of scares me sir" the boy
replied.

"Well, I tell you what boy, why don't we just shove your
pals along into the dungeon so that they can get some good
seats and you just stay here by my side for awhile. How
would you like that son?"

"Sir, may I please Sir? You are so gorgeous in all that
leather Sir. I have never seen anything like this stuff Sir.
These guys are from my dorm and bought me a ticket and made
me come along with them Sir. They are always picking on me
and teased me all the way here that they were going to have
me be their slave Sir, but I didn't understand what that
meant Sir." He hung down his head and moved closer to Robert
and the Man put His arm around the youths shoulder.

"You just stick with Me for the weekend and I may have some
nice surprises for you, ok?"

"Oh, thank you Sir. You are so very kind," he replied not
knowing what Master Robert really had in store for him.
Master Robert smiled slyly at the boy. He always did want
another slave and this sweet young thing could be just the
ticket. "Just you sit yourself down on the floor next to my
boot here and we will get to know one another.'

i watched this entire scene take place and wished that i
could warn the boy about Master Robert. i knew what was on
The Trainer's mind. Before the weekend was over that young
man would be on his way to slavery. i watched as Trainer
Robert leaned over and unbuttoned a couple buttons on the
boys shirt and stuck His hand down the boys chest and rubbed
his belly softly. Oh yes, that boy was in for a totally new
and unexpected adventure i thought and grinned at him. The
boy smiled back at me and the hung his head with
embarrassment. That was a weakness that Robert was going to
use to His advantage and then change if He got His way, and
Master Robert almost always got His way.

So the men continued to mill around me as they entered the
space. Many of the bolder ones grabbed my ass or cock. Some
hit the weights and made them swing between my legs. Every
part of me was open and available to them if they were brave
enough. Many of those that entered had already used me at
Master Slicks shop when Master was fitted for His leathers.
They had already had a piece of me and felt entitled to
fondle me or work my nipples and cock hard. One of them spit
in his hand and rubbed it on my puckered asshole and ordered
me to show Him my `rosebud'. i pushed out my ass and showed
my swollen ass lips which now had the appearance of a well
used pussy, which is what  my ass had become. Several
newcomers gasped when they saw how large my swollen ass lips
were. Several even dared to rub their fingers over them
thinking of what it would be like to stick their fingers
through my stretched sphincter. Master Trainer Mick ordered
me to "keep that juicy slave ass puckered slave" because the
crowd had paid for that pleasure. i had to hold my ass up
and out with my red ass lips puckered for at least fifteen
minutes before i was allowed to "relax and hang free shit
slave".

The one personally satisfying thing about hanging there as a
`slavery sign', was that my Master had placed me on a heavy
exercise schedule from the very beginning and my body has
grown far beyond anything i could have imagined . He had me
taking large doses of steroids to aid to the muscle building
effort. i was actually as large as some of the Trainers, but
still merely a groveling slave that was meant to be my
Masters muscled and well marked piece of slave meat as
everyone entering would attest to.

It was going to be a long and serious weekend of use and
service to my Master.