Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 21:07:21 EST
From: Savagetrainer@aol.com
Subject: Odessa Ranch 3

Archive;'Odessa Ranch 2'{Ian Jacobs}( MM, sm, ws, scat, bd )[ 3 of ? ]

Odessa Ranch

Part 3, Daily Grind

	Nick meshed quickly into the daily pattern.  Anyone chained to a
wall would fall into the regimen he was forced into, but Nick mentally
meshed very quickly.  His thoughts began to go dormant after only a couple
of days; he would only react to the stimulus directly in front of him.
Learning became a motor rather than mental matter at that point.

The First Evening

	Hands could use the Honey Room whenever they needed; however, the
nightly and matinee necessities meant it became filled with men and
incredible noise.
	The first evening, all 20 of the current hands came into the Honey
Room at the same time.  They were all dusty and sweaty and filled with
smell, piss, the odors of herding cattle and other slaves.  Each man had
the same uniform, cut-off denims, boots, hat, and a riding crop either
hanging from a belt or stuck into the boot.  There were no benches or bins
or anything of that formality in the room, so their ritual was just to
strip and pile everything in the same place each night and morning.  Then
they would begin their toilet and their assault.
	There were 6 shower heads, six sinks, six toilets, 7 neophyte
slaves.  So, for the time being, the hands might have to wait for one part
of their routine, but they didn't have to wait in line for the whole thing.
Some would shower, shave, piss, shit, whatever, and leave without fucking
with the neophytes; however, they were in the minority.  The only lines
were at particular slaves.  Some hands had their favorites and would line
up for that purpose, but ordinarily it was just constant noise, motion,
steam, piss, pain for the neophytes.
	Nick counted the number of men he serviced after Tim and the number
of lashes doled out that first night.  Seven men, 50 lashes.  He considered
himself pretty adept if he could get through that many men without all of
them slashing his still stinging chest and stomach.
	Seven men.  All pissed in him, some on him.  He'd learned quickly
how to relax his throat so he could swallow without discretion-only the
first hand had to lash him for spiting any back.  Four men made him suck
them off.  Their cocks were unremarkable and in each case the men were
either too tired or just didn't care about Tim's rule that the slave hadn't
earned the privilege of actually swallowing cum.  Mixed with the acrid piss
he had 4 decent sized loads from not-yet-showered, very sweaty cocks.  He
didn't realize until after he swallowed the first load how hungry he was.
This was the first time in his life that he couldn't just get up and get
something to eat when he was hungry.  He'd dieted and therefore denied
himself food before, but only will stopped him from eating whatever he
wanted whenever.  Now he was chained to a wall in a communal toilet, so was
totally at the mercy of whoever ran this part of the compound.  About half
an hour after the hands left, another slave like the one who shaved Nick
came into the room.  He carried 7 dog bowls.  He set the bowls on the floor
in front of each chained neophyte.  Nick tried to figure out just from
sight what was in each.  For lack of anything else, Nick would have to call
it gruel.  It looked like a runny mixture of oatmeal and cream of wheat
with some possible vegetable matter.  The slave (Nick was too busy
wondering if he was hungry enough to eat the mess in front of him that he
didn't get a look at this slave) unhooked the chains from each neophyte,
starting at the far end from Nick and ending with him.  The honeyboys all
waited so Nick did too.  "Eat faggots."  The slave screamed.  Only Nick was
reluctant, the rest attacked their bowls.  Nick stuck his tongue into the
lukewarm substance.  It was vaguely sweet but really had no taste.  He'd
already eaten shit for the first time earlier, so his reluctance didn't
last long.  He began to eat.  He was about half way through when the slave
screamed, "Time faggots."  It hadn't mattered to the other 6, they had
already finished.  Nick didn't immediately snap to attention when the slave
screamed.  The slave approached Nick, and with his nasty booted foot kicked
the bowl away from Nick's face.  Nick then snapped back to attention and
awaited the lashing he expected was coming.  "As you were faggot!" So Nick
slowly made as if he were eating.  The slave reattached each honeyboy to
his chain, again moving from Nick's far right toward him.  "Why didn't you
stop when I screamed time you piece of shit?"  "Sir I didn't . . ."  "You
don't get to say 'I' fag."  Nick said his sorry as 10 very harsh lashes
landed across his back.  He was certain these lashes would open his already
tender back.  He whimpered, more from fear than actual pain.  The slave
unhooked Nick's hands and hooked a leash to his collar.  "Come with me
faggot."  Nick was nearly dragged because he couldn't yet keep up a
hands-and-knees trot.  Every time the leash went taut, the slave would slow
up a little and lash Nick's flanks until he was satisfied with the
dog-boy's pace.  He stopped outside what looked like a tool shed.  It was
just a quickly thrown together bricolage of whatever boards had been
available when it was constructed.  Nick was the toy of the evening for the
favored field slaves.  The shed housed 5 slaves.  All of them looked
essentially alike.  Hair and eye color differed, height to some degree
also.  But they were all muscled in the same way; obviously they did the
same sort of work.  Each was decorated with enough slashes of varying
intensities of red.  They were all just sitting around on the floor and
chatting loosely when Nick entered.  Nick noticed, that the shed contained
no furniture and no bedding.  Just naked men.  "I love it when a new one
comes."  One said and the rest laughed in agreement.  "You have to shit,
fuck?"  The slave holding the leash asked.  "Sir . . ."  Ten lashes across
his back.  "Dogs don't speak you stupid turd."  Nick paused for a beat and
then nodded his head and wagged his ass.  At that, the informal circle of
four separated.  They went to a corner Nick couldn't see when he arrived.
They had several toys and implements familiar to any pain slave.  The first
thing they grabbed was a water bottle with an enema hose attached.  They
passed it around and each pissed his fill into it.  Nick's collar was
fastened to the floor so the slave who had brought him could piss his fill
too.  After he finished, he inserted the nozzle sadistically into Nick's
ass and squeezed the contents into the hole just a cruelly.  Then Nick was
just given an order: "Any of that leaks out and you clean it up with that
worthless dog tongue of yours."  Nick had heard about piss enemas before,
but they all included a buttplug to help keep the contents inside.  He just
had the strength of his will and anus to do that.  Two other slaves went to
work preparing him for the evening's fun.  The other three jerked lightly
to keep hard.  One slave put a parachute around Nick's balls; the second
put alligator clamps on each nipple with a chain attached.  A rope hung
from the middle of the nipple chain, and another rope was attached to the
parachute.  "Those teeth are pesky things.  Any of us feel your worthless
teeth on our cocks and we'll give these ropes a yank to make sure you keep
that mouth open wide enough."  Five more loads of cum made up for the loss
of whatever nutrition he lost from not finishing his slave chow earlier.
Fortunately for him they were tired and just wanted a bedtime squirt.  He
knew his teeth never even brushed the violently thrusting cocks, but they
pulled the ropes without pattern or mercy.  He whimpered through his nose
because his mouth was only free for a brief second between each slave.  His
jaw ached as did his neck.  He had to hold his neck all the way back and
his mouth EXTREMELY open for at least 20 minutes.  All the while, he had to
concentrate on his fatigued anus which wanted to release the piss and
loosened shit with or without permission from his brain.  Nick had to piss
and shit and couldn't speak to ask permission even if there was the
slightest possibility it would be granted.  He tried not to think of the
shape he would be left in if he let loose in the slave shed.  The escort
slave put the leash back on him and trotted him just as quickly back to the
Honey Room.  Nick hadn't been given permission to relieve himself so he did
the best he could but he could feel some of the liquid slip out as he
rushed to keep up.  Nick was back chained into his position and the escort
slave out the door in a matter of flurry and seconds.  He could tell by the
smell that his fellow honeyboys had already pissed and shit for the night
so he relaxed and let the contents of his bowels and bladder just flow as
muscles and gravity required.  It was the closest thing to orgasm he would
get for quite a while.

The first morning

	Before sunrise, Nick noticed it was still dark outside, another
naked slave came in with 7 bowls and went through the same set of commands
as the evening before.  Nick finished this time quickly.  That slave
removed the bowls from the night before and the ones he brought.  Nick
guessed they were fed "formally" only twice daily.
	The main difference between morning and evening was the amount of
time each man took with the honeyboys.  Since the hands are given 40
minutes for their toilet necessities, most take their shower at night and
just shave in the morning.  The rest of the time, they spend pissing in and
on, shitting in and on, cumming, screaming, whipping, and just generally
tormenting the chained men.  While Nick knew the number of cocks he'd
sucked the night before, the morning's activities were far too rapid and
distracting for him to be accurate.  He and the other honeyboys basically
became just piss squirting fountains covered in cum.  Less than halfway
through the morning routine, Nick had to piss, and continued pissing for
about 15 minutes after the men left.  He had processed so much of it he
really didn't bother stopping the dribbling stream that came from his
aching cock.  Cum dripped off his face and head onto the shit and piss
covered floor beneath them.  The smell was awful.  If his body hadn't
already essentially assigned and packaged the nutrients, he would probably
have added puke to the rancid odors.
	A little while later, the slave who fed them their breakfast
returned.  He attached a hose to a spigot on the wall with the showers.  He
turned it on and liberally squirted each slave from head to knees.  He made
sure to hose down the waste surrounding each honeyboy so that it washed
down the drainage areas at either end of the dugout.  No soap, no
scrubbing, just liberal sprays of cold water.  Then the slave inspected
each of the honeyboys.  He took one from the middle and shaved him as Nick
had been the day before.  This was part of the morning's limited journey
for the honeyboys.

A new boy

	Nick couldn't really keep track of days.  He didn't know how long
it took for his body hair to grow to a length considered long enough for
shaving.  He did know he had been shaved two additional times before seeing
daylight again.  This time he was going to be part of the audience for the
arrival ritual.
	This boy was perfect.  Nick's view had only been of bodies below
the waist for the last long while, so he might just be turned on by seeing
a whole body for a change.  But the new boy was gorgeous.  He was tanned
all over, no lines.  His skin smooth and young.  What little hair he had
was blond.  Stretched lightly on the whipping post, his muscles showed the
right tone and depth, he had little fat and took care of himself.  Nick
still had enough presence of mind to wonder why someone so attractive would
be in this position.  Nick was pretty, those he'd seen were not ugly by any
means, but this boy was all but an Adonis.  Nick knew what awaited the new
one, and regretted severely that he couldn't touch his cock.  He wanted to
cum while the boy was whipped so badly.  He had dripped precum for so long
it was almost like piss now.  His prostate was so swollen his balls ached
almost constantly-unlike most pain, scrotal pain is not something that a
man can ignore for long, it demands constant attention (Nick was hiddenly
frightened that when allowed to cum finally, he'd split his cock open from
the volume trying to escape all at once).
	Nick considered himself lucky that he wasn't the slave chosen to be
shit on.  He got to watch as the perfect skin striped after he couldn't
comply with the command to shit.  Nick counted.  The boy received 20 lashes
before his ass opened up, and 5 more before Buck was satisfied.  The boy
bled.  Not a great deal, but a couple of the cross stripes opened the
tender, pampered skin.  He tried not to cry, but some small shaking of his
back was easily visible.  Nick did get the pleasure of being toilet paper
for the new arrival.  Just one more exquisite torture.  He'd spend the next
several weeks right next to this perfect boy without being able to touch
him, without being able to say so much as hello.