Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 17:44:13 -0800
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Bitch-brian, Part SEVEN

     Within a few minutes of leaving the motel we were on the highway
leading to the farm that was the site of the party. I wasn't quite sure
what to expect, having never met the man who invited me to come show off my
slaves, MasterBurt. But I didn't let the bois know that.
     From the road it looked like any of a million other American
farms...barbed wire fencing, pastures overgrown with hay, a long dirt road
leading to the buildings, a dingy mailbox with numbers on it marking this
as our destination...the only thing slightly unusual was the number of
vehicles parked in a mowed field almost behind the big old two-story
farmhouse, and as darkness fell, those became less and less visible. One or
two lights were visible though the house windows...and a small outdoor
flood lit up an area between the house and a huge old barn.
   As we drove up the driveway, I could see distant figures entering the
barn, temporarily lighting up part of the yard while the door was open. The
bois were quiet, sitting on the floor of the van, but watching over the
front seats as we drove up.
  I pulled up near the other vehicles, an odd collection of old wrecks and
brand new expensive sports cars. I turned to the bois and handed them pairs
of ankle and wrist restraints to put on each other. When they were done I
grabbed a well-used pair of my socks to blindfold them.  "No need for you
to see anything right now," I explained, leading them by their leashes out
the back doors of the van. They stumbled blindly behind me, trying to keep
their footing on the uneven earth, holding onto each other to keep their
balance.
    They looked delicious...brian as the fuck-me girly-boy slut, bobby as
the submissive street hustler ready to give it up for a dollar or even
free.
    At the door, I issued a final warning: "You bois know you place. You
are mine...my property...and you do whatever I say when I say it. I don't
want to hear any objections or whimpering or crying. You wanted to serve,
tonight you're going to find out what serving really means. Come on.."
    I opened the low barn door and pulled the bois into their playroom for
the night.
    The light inside seemed bright, but only compared to the deepening
darkness of the outdoors. Even this early, there were about fifty people
visible, in various states of dress and undress.
     Except for the hayloft, the barn was at least two stories high, and
much higher than that when you counted the soaring roof area. Huge wooden
beams stretched across the open space at the roofline 25 feet above
up. Tied to those beams in dozens of places were ropes and chains. Nobody
had to tell me what those were for. Some of the men were attaching leather
harnesses to the beams. Three old claw-foot tubs were lined up on one side,
with some hoses hanging down over them. Again, I didn't need instructions.
     In one corner a fully shaved young white slave was tied to a wooded
pole. He wore only a pink studded collar. The sound of his muscular black
Master paddling his reddened ass, and a soft whimpering from the boi filled
the air.
      Along the walls was a collection of bondage furniture...a couple of
St. Andrews Crosses, fisting benches, bondage chairs.
      Apparently it was early enough that we hadn't missed any of the
sex. Almost everyone was standing around drinking and smoking. Huge
speakers hanging from the rafters along one end of the bar filled the
massive room with a dark techno-music. Candles at least a foot around cast
an eerie glow on the wood walls.
      There were dozens of Master/Slave combinations, with many of the
slaves on their knees or all fours at their Master's feet. I pulled on the
leashes and got bobby and the bitch down to animal level, pulling them over
to a little desk set off to the side. Time for introductions.
    At the desk I was greeted by a man who used the name cave bear, and he
looked the part. Big, hairy, and smoking a big cigar. But he was friendly
to me and, as protocol required, completely ignored the bois kneeling next
to me.
    "So how did you find out about out little get-together tonight?" he
asked. I told him about MasterBert, and he pointed him out, a cowboy-daddy
type across the way. I thanked him and headed across the floor. I was
getting tired of pulling brian and bobby along with me, so before I got to
my host, I used one of the hanging ropes to tie them in place, arms-up,
ass-to-ass. I was glad I had attached their arm and ankle cuffs to them in
the van. "Eyes down and not a word," I warned them as I walked away to
greet Bert.
   The next day, bobby told me what happened when I walked away. He says
both he and brian were almost immediately surrounded by three muscular tops
who started abusing them, at first only verbally:
   "Hey girly, what's that bulge between your legs? Are you confused about
what sex you are?" The six foot seven speaker's voice rumbled against
brian's chest, and he trembled. Next the speaker grabbed the bitch's
package and started squeezing it. With his other hand he grabbed a tit and
worked it over. Brian was blushing, and now sweating too. The drugs had
been keeping him hard even without the manipulation, now he felt himself
dripping, forming a wet spot that showed through his panties and his tight
daily-duke shorts." That's a pretty big tool for a girl, sissy...since
we're here in a barn, maybe we should practice castration on you and help
you let out your inner-girl!"
   While brian was being threatened with loss of his privates, bobby was
being rubbed up against by a much shorter but more muscular master who was
equally abusive.
    "Gee, hard already?" he asked as he pulled on bobby's tit clamps. He
was rubbing his own much bigger cock against bobby, who soon was leaking
like brian. On top of the stimulation from the master in front of him,
Bobby's ass was rubbing up against the bitch`s ass behind him. A third
master alternated back and forth between bobby and brian, getting up close
to their ears and growling sexual insults, calling them scum and worthless
fuck-bois. He ridiculed the bitch's little girl look, making fun of his
shaved skin. In between insults, he spit at both of them, leaving one side
of the bois' faces glistening.
     The other two men suddenly took the bois and twisted them around so
they were face to face. One grabbed some nearby rope and used it to tie the
boys together, their arms around each other in a forced embrace. Their
shorts were pulled to the ground. bobby's jock and brian's panties
followed, and more rope was wrapped around them at waist-level. Bobby's
tit-clamps were pressing into brian's chest, leaving an imprint on his own
tits. The masters were lubing up their cocks with spit, sliding their big
cocks along the bois cracks, ready to plunge in...
     It was at that point that I walked up and took charge, identifying
myself as the bois Master. All three men started apologizing, but I told
them there was no problem...looking at the bitch and bobby, I told them
they were welcome to some slave-boi ass...on the house!
     Both men returned to the asses they had been ready to fuck and started
using the bois...plunging almost all the way in at the same time, pushing
bobby into brian and visa versa. At first the bois were screaming from
their assault, but that quickly turned to moans and then I watched as bobby
stuck his tongue into brian's mouth. Their own cocks stuck out, slipping in
between the other's legs. bobby was cut, while brian was not, and brian's
tip was stretched out of his sheath, reaching toward bobby's hole...a hole
that was already well filled. The bois were making out in time to the
screwing they were getting and the load party music filling the barn!
     The fucking had attracted a crowd. This was kind of an opening act for
the party, and a circle and men formed around my slaves, watching the raw
sex in front of them. Lots of the masters positioned their slaves at their
feet, pressing the bois faces into their crotches. Some unzipped, using
their slave's head as a receptacle for their tools.
     Somewhere, someone dimmed the lights and turned up the music. Both of
my bois were in heaven, getting the fucking of their young lives, high from
the drugs and moving to the techno music. As if they had timed it that way,
both men suddenly increased their tempo and came deep in my bois cunts at
almost the exact same time. At least three of the spectators found
themselves too close to turn back, and spewed their sperm onto the foursome
in the center of the circle. The rest broke out in applause, and the party
was truly underway. Neither the bois nor I had come, and with the drugs in
them, I knew the evening was just starting!

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