Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2007 8:38:30 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: The Visit- Part ONE - Traveling to Daddy

The Visit - traveling to meet Daddy
Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
(With thanks to G.S. for inspiration!)

    Picture it: i am wearing a collar with the name "Bitch" on it. I also
have on triple a cock ring that forces my ball out like big grapes on a
vine and directs my hard cock outward. But that's it. I'm mostly naked,
while the others are fully clothed.
   My cock is hard because I am turned on by being forced to act as cook
and waiter for the two muscular men who are sitting at the kitchen table in
the house I entered for the first time three hours ago.
   The men's names are Bill and Jabbo. It's not likely I'll forget that
because they wrote the names in dark black magic marker on my arms as a
reminder, when I failed to remember then an hour ago.
   I have finished cooking a steak dinner for them, managing to avoid all
but minor oil splatters from the stove onto my naked flesh. One of the
minor ones hit the head of my cock and it hurt something bad!
   Daddy W (more on him in a moment) told me to do as ordered by these men,
and they announced they were hungry. Thus the cooking routine. i carried
the plates to the table and served them, kneeling on the floor a few feet
away, my eyes cast down at the floor. Every now and then one of them would
toss a piece of grizzle from the steaks to the floor in front of me,
ordering me to "eat it!", and each time i would bend over and pick it up
with my mouth, knowing i was not to use my hands.
   I had made baked potatoes too, and when the men finished they placed
what was left of them in a bowl and put it on the floor near me. They
stood, and pissed at the bowl...I say "at" because a lot of it missed,
spilling onto the tile floor.
  "Eat!" ordered Jabbo"
  "And clean the damn floor!" ordered Bill.
   I got busy, messily eating the piss soaked potato skins and the piss
they were soaking in, and then licking up as much of the piss on the floor
as i could. i didn't know it till later, but Bill had secretly placed a
crunched up Viagra in the potato mess...not that I needed any help right
now, but later i would wonder how i managed to stay so incredibly hard
throughout the evening!
     i suppose i got most of the mess off the floor cause the men seemed
pleased. My tongue was now coated with buttery potato, piss and a faint
flavor of floor wax. But i was being of service and my cock told me i was
having fun, had i any doubt!
    Jabbo attached a leash to my collar and pulled me over to a door and
soon we were walking down a set of stairs to a basement area. It was Daddy
W's dungeon, which I had not seen yet. And in the center of the room was my
home...for the next few hours, at least...it was an iron bar cage sitting
on a raised platform with a spotlight above it. It took the men only
moments to get me inside and bound, tied to myself and the cage, on display
for the audience of two.
     They left the dungeon and went to a side room where they could hear me
in case of distress of some kind.
    I remained on my back, my legs held up and secured over a wooden staff
that ran through the cage. My arms were bent over another pole piercing the
bars of the iron bar cage and my hands were cuffed to the bars behind my
head.
    My back rested on the bottom bars of the cage, my ass slightly raised
up. The position left me and my holes exposed, though not exactly open.
    A series of metal bands surrounded my balls, and leather ropes tied to
the rings were pulled to the foot end of the cage, massively stretching my
balls out and away from my body.
    Some kind of metal devise was strapped around my head, holding my mouth
wide open. A pair of Japanese style clover clamps were attached to my tits,
and the center chain between the two clamps was attached by another chain
to the leg cuffs securing my feet. Thus if I stretched at all, my tits got
a workout. I was blindfolded, and I was wearing that thick leather collar
with the word "Bitch" inscribed in silver on it.
   They had inserted a large plug into my ass, and it somehow was sending
an electric current through me at random times.
   All of this, of course, kept me in a state of perpetual arousal. I was
hard and dripping, a pool of precum had gathered on my belly, overflowing
my "bellybutton" and dripping off me to the cage bottom. There was so much
juice that I could feel it working its way over my side and towards my ass.
   I was in the cage more or less willingly. I had in fact flown to Palm
Springs to meet the man I had chatted with online for months. "Daddy W" was
the way I knew him, and he had slowly taken charge of me during the I had
spent with him in cyberspace, leading eventually to this: me in a cage, and
him gone to dinner, leaving me behind like so much luggage.
     My life-partner was with him at dinner. My partner had not only agreed
to my confinement, he had helped Daddy W in devising it! He had flown with
me, making sure I kept my butt plug in and my plastic metal-detector-safe
tit clamps on during the flight, delivering me to Daddy W for a long
weekend of abuse.
      I could hear Bill and Jabo's voices from an adjacent room as I
adjusting to the various implements on and in me. Daddy had promised he
would never leave in bound and alone because of the potential
danger. Suddenly the door to the other basement room opened and then closed
again:
    "Well, good to see he's not been roaming around !" Bill joked.
    "Nice tits, stretched out like that...Oh look what I found! The control
for the electro dildo! Lets see...let me turn it to a higher setting and
see what happens...."
    Suddenly my ass and a good part of my innards were jolted, a sharp
tingling that was both painful and erotic at the same time. I couldn't see
because of the blindfold, but my already leaky cock increased its output
and jerked wildly. I started sweating...
   "OK, OK turn it down a bit...don't wanna fry him, do we?"
   "Naw, but I do want to play some with him..."
   As I recovered from the jolting electricity, I felt a tug on my tit
clamps. Apparently there was a rope tied to the chain between the clamps,
and the other end was available to passersby for tugging. Then the electric
jolt came back on briefly, beginning another random series of sensations.
  Next one of the men started pissing on my chest, aiming his stream slowly
up towards my neck, over and into my forced-open mouth and onto my
blindfold, soaking it. He ended up in my hair, soaking me.
   Then one of them, Bill I think, started coating the head of my cock with
something, it felt like cooking oil, which gave me a start, but then,
slowly it started warming up. Suddenly Bill took hold of my cock through
the bars and started rubbing the cock head with something...a brush I
finally decided. I found out later it was oil of wintergreen that he had
put on me, the active ingredient in Ben Gay and other heat rubs, and it had
my cock on fire! The toothbrush he was rubbing on my now burning cock was
inflaming the sensation even more...the only way I can describe the feeling
is like fire...and yet my cock seemed to get even harder!
  All of this was obviously a great turn-on for me, and I was shaking from
the excitement of the experience. This was my first night in Palm Springs
and it was early yet! What possible adventures were ahead of me?
   Jabbo or Bill reached through the bars and removed my electro plug,
leaving my ass feeling empty and lonely...a feeling that was quickly
replaced by a fullness as a significantly larger plug was pressed up
against my asslips and pushed until my opening parted enough to let it
in. Like so much of what was happening, it was painful but again, it only
made my dick harder.
   "Here ya' go, Bill he's read for a fill up!" said Jabbo. Almost
immediately I felt a liquid of some kind entering my ass...apparently the
plug had a hose attachment and something was being poured through it...from
the sound I suspected it was Bill, who had not already pissed on me,
emptying his bladder. When that stopped there was another liquid sound and
my ass filled some more, and then it was repeated, I smelled beer...and
realized I was being stuffed with ale like a beer barrel.
   After a few cans, the plug was roughly pulled out and another one
stuffed in its place. My belly was distended from all of the liquids, but
my prick never softened, not even a little!
  Jabbo and Bill left the room, back to their adjoining den where I could
hear them watching TV...close enough to keep an ear on me.
   I lay in my cage, adjusting to the wetness of the cooling piss on my
body and the random shocks in my asshole which resumed soon after they
left. Now there was liquid to help carry the shock through me. I found
myself jolted repeatedly, my muscles tightening in anticipation of the next
one. On top of that was the burning oil feeling on the tip of my cock! I
was in auto-pilot hell and heaven at the same time, my brain working hard
to keep up with all of the various stuff happening to my body!
   About an hour later Daddy W and my partner returned, laughing loudly in
good spirits as they came down the stairs to the dungeon.
     Daddy W had told me he was going to take me on the town for display,
and the very idea excited and worried me at the same time. What would he do
to me in public? It was still early on Saturday...what was in store for the
next few hours before the road trip? And what about my partner...what would
HE think of all this?

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   "Hey slut...look like you entertained my company a little! I'd better
get a good report from Bill and Jabbo! What's a matter? Cat got your
tongue? Hee hee hee....hey, your boyfriend here is heading back to the
hotel for some nap time...he may join us later for your bar tour...but
we'll see how long you last..." Daddy W warned me.
   Jabbo and Bill came in and Daddy thanked them for babysitting his
slave-boi...they said it was their pleasure, as I well knew!
   The door opened and closed as my partner apparently left for the hotel,
Jabbo and Bill leaving for wherever they were going.
   Daddy W came over to the cage and started unhooking the various
implements attached to my bound body. Off came the tit clamps and the ball
stretcher (though it felt as if my balls would stay hanging down near my
knees forever!)...then he pulled out the poles holding my arms and legs and
unattached the ropes and cuffs attaching me to the cage. Finally he opened
the end of the cage and ordered me to crawl out.
   It wasn't easy...I had to scoot down over the bottom bars, scratching my
piss and pre-cum soaked back a bit. When I was finally out I rose to my
knees and stayed in place, knowing better than to stand up in His presence.
   A heard the shutter of a camera. My Daddy was recording my time with
him.
   Daddy removed my blindfold and my eyes fluttered, adjusting to the light
in the room, my face still was still dripping piss. More photos with my
eyes showing, my mouth still wide open because of the metal dentist-like
device shoved in it. My cock still burned from the oil and brush treatment.
   He maneuvered me over to an open toilet and, pulling the electro plug
out, pushed me onto the seat. He didn't need to order me to empty my
bowels...it happened automatically because of the volume.
   Daddy then led me to an open corner shower, attached rubber restraints
to my hands and feet and secured my hands to chains leading from the
ceiling, my feet to clamps at the shower floor. I was stretched as far as I
could go, forming a big X in the center of the shower.
   "Good boi! Now if I take out your gag, do you promise your Daddy you'll
be good and quiet? Nod yes or no, cocksucker slave boi!
   I nodded vigorously up and down.
   "'I'll trust you, but one peep and you'll get a nice big cock gag to
chew on slut!"
   I nodded again and he removed the gag, letting me move my jaw for the
first time in hours. I could hear it popping, the joints adjusting.
   Click Click...more photos of me spread out in the shower.
   "I'm gonna want to show these around later boi...you know, at Christmas
or something...we can talk about the boi from the South who came and let us
do such nasty things to his body! You probably noticed the video cameras in
the room too...nice little home movies!" I hadn't, but knew he was telling
the truth.
   I shuddered a little, perhaps from the now cold piss, but also from
anticipation. What would happen to the video and the pics?
   "I'm gonna take your collar off now boi, but just so you know that's the
ONLY time it will be off this weekend. No matter where we go, in public or
in private, you wear that bitch label with pride!"
     "No little slave boi has the right to man-hair, boi, so off it
comes. We'll leave you with some hair on your head...I know you have to go
back to work eventually...but the rest o it is history! And by the way,
don't think your boyfriend is going to intervene. He's given me complete
control!"
     Before he started stripping me of my symbol of my manhood, Daddy took
soap and washed off the end of my cock, relieving me of the burning feeling
for the first time in hours. It was all I could do to NOT cum in his hand,
but I managed.
     It took Daddy a good half-hour using electric clippers to remove all
of the hair from my neck down, especially enjoying the pits and my crotch
hair, he pulled on my hard on to get all sides and stretched my balls (easy
after five hours of earlier stretching in the cage!). Midway through the
process, he turned me around to get at the back of my legs and my ass.
   Finished with the clippers, Daddy took the hand-held showerhead down and
turned the water on...ice cold water! I shivered as he sprayed me down from
head to toes, eventually the water warned a little and he was nice enough
to cover me with that temperature.
    Next came mineral oil and a very sharp straight razor, another half
hour or so spent removing the rest of my body-hair. When it came to my ass
and legs, instead of using the razor, he plastered on hair-removing gel and
then left me alone for half-an-hour for it to work. The he touched up with
the razor and oil.
    When he returned from upstairs it was another one of those cold then
warm rinses. I glanced down and could see all of my body hair washing down
the drain. I could see I looked like a fourteen year old boy instead of my
mature self. And yes, I was as hard as ever. Was there any debasement that
would turn me OFF?
   "That's more like it bitch...and speaking of that..." he returned my
bitch collar to my neck, unhooked my arms and legs from the stall and threw
me a rough towel, ordering me to dry off.
   It felt very strange, not having any hair anywhere, and the towel
scratched my skin a bit. It was like the opposite of a good hot shower, but
when I thought of it, that's about what I deserved!
   Daddy attached a lead to my collar and pulled me over the a side of the
basement with some storage cabinets.
   "Let's see now," he started, "just what do we want you to look like when
you walk into the bar with me?"
   As I had been taught by earlier masters, I knew better than to respond,
and stayed in place averting my eyes. He would put on me whatever he
wanted. I was his boi. I was his to do with as Daddy W pleased.

To be continued...