Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 10:53:42 -0300
From: matt hayden <allievo12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slavesat at the Cottage

The rule is simple: "i will not have sex with myself unless
directed or permitted by a Master." Article 5.5 of the
contract i signed almost 3 years ago.

i have been with Master Dave for almost three years and i
believe i have performed adequately. i love Him and i
believe He loves me. Of course the occasional broken rule
happens and the necessary punishment ensues, but i have
never broken a major rule since i signed that contract.

As per the instruction of my Master, i am submitting this
account of my slavesitting experience with Master Ryan. This
is an adaptation of the report i submitted to Master Dave
since He was not present. You see, Master Dave often travels
for His job. He often leaves for weeks at a time. The
longest He has left was 7 long and torturous weeks. We live
in the same apartment building, with units across the hall
from each other. i have a good career job which helps Master
Dave finance our relationship. Although i have a debit card
and online banking account, i do not have the PIN or
password to my finances. i am very comfortable with this
arrangement and i spend my time pleasing Master Dave and
obeying His orders.

Master Dave and i are both 27 years old. Our builds are
remarkably similar. We are both 5'8" with short dark hair.
He, however, is more muscular than my smaller frame.
Although we both visit the gym 4 times a week, His well
developed musculature outweighs my swimmer's build.

When He is away, i can only get permission to masturbate and
relieve myself if i go online on gay.com and obtain
permission from a Master. i usually have to earn this
permission with hours of online servitude, submissions and
humiliation. These permissions can only be obtained on
Friday (after 9 pm), Saturday and Sunday. Well, one Friday
evening, i was being teased by an online Master, trying
desperately to obtain permission to relieve myself when i
irresponsibly and foolishly crossed the edge and shot my
load. i had cum without permission. i was horrified. i
reported the act to my online Master and immediately emailed
Master Dave.

He was furious. i had now earned permanent wear of the CB
3000 chastity device and was put through several days of
tortures and punishments. But Master Dave had to leave
again, and He no longer trusted me to be left alone during
his absence. i had disappointed Him and He now saw this
serious infraction as a possible sign of an ending
relationship. Therefore, i was instructed to take a 5 day
holiday from work and spend that time with Master Ryan,
Master Dave's best friend. He was often called upon to
slavesit me. But never before for such a long time!

You see, Master Ryan is especially cruel and difficult. It
is no secret that i have no love for Him and He has none for
me. i am simply a thing for Him to play with and a
receptacle to take His loads of cum. He loves to inflict
pain for no reason and to push faggot boys beyond their
limits of endurance. 5 days with Master Ryan was
frightening.

"You will obey everything He commands. I love Ryan and I
will not stand for any of this disobedience shit you pulled
on me a few weeks ago," said Master Dave as we rode in His
Jetta towards Master Ryan's house. "You haven't shot your
load in three weeks and I'm worried you'd disobey me again.
I'm thinking that maybe you'd rather we go our separate
ways. It might actually be easier for me to find another
lowlife to swallow my cock than to try to keep you in
check".

i pleaded, "i apologize again Sir for having disappointed
You, but i assure you that my devotion to You has not
wavered. i truly love You Sir and am still completely
committed to your happiness and pleasure Sir."

Master Dave said, "Well here's the deal matt, Ryan is going
to put you through some paces. He's going to see if you
really do still love me. He's going to find out how far
you'll go to suck my cock. And He knows that He can do
absolutely anything to you. He has complete control and
authority. If He sees that you're not devoted anymore, I'm
ending this relationship. I might just sell you actually. I
know some people in town who would buy you off of me. I
think I could make some decent cash with your sale. Hell,
Ryan might even take you himself!"

i was stunned by what i was hearing! Master Dave was
considering letting me go! And that last comment scared the
living daylights out of me. i could not imagine serving
Master Ryan on a permanent basis!

We pulled up to Master Ryan's house and went inside.
Although i don't like Him, Master Ryan is one of the hottest
men i have ever seen. Having grown up with Master Dave, He
is also 27 years old. He is meatier that Master Dave and His
6'2" body are noticeably more muscular.  His baby blue eyes
are set underneath a short thick matt of curly blond hair.
He is a true image of a Greek Adonis.

Master Ryan was standing in the foyer of His house as we
walked in. Master Dave took my shoulders and torso in His
arms and shoved His tongue in my mouth. i sucked on His
tongue and held His beautiful face in my hands. He stopped,
held my face inches from His, staring into my eyes. "I hope
this isn't the last time I see you," He said, very
sincerely. Those were frightening words. Then I doubled over
in pain as He crushed my balls with His right knee. Master
Ryan just looked down at me as i held my throbbing gonads
and said, "Get your faggot ass in the garage and strip
naked. Wait for me."

i limped into the garage, took off my t-shirt, jeans and
sandals (i haven't worn underwear in two years) and knelt on
the rough concrete floor facing the wall with my hands
clasped in the small of my back. After about 10 minutes,
Master Ryan came in the garage, and put something in the
back seat of the 2001 forest green Jeep Cherokee Laredo.

"Get your ass back here" said Master Ryan. i climbed in the
back cargo area of the Jeep. He effortlessly pinned my neck
and face down to the floor. He cuffed my hands behind my
back and ironed my ankles to the cuffs. i was now hog-tied
in the back of the Jeep, staring under the seat in front of
me. A blanket was loosely thrown on me to hide me. Then, the
door was shut, and i waited for at least 30 minutes, alone
in the back of this Jeep.

Finally i heard the driver door open and Stetson climbed in
the Jeep. Stetson is Master Ryan's jogging partner. He is a
white short haired dog that Master Ryan calls an Argentinean
Dogo. He's a pretty passive dog but has learned that i am
beneath Him in the hierarchy of things. Master Ryan got in
the Jeep and we were underway.

We drove for quite awhile. We were actually on the road for
2 « hours. i quickly suspected that we were headed for
Master Ryan's cottage on Manitoulin Island. i started
getting very nervous at this point. i was about to spend 5
days at Master Ryan's cottage on Lake Kagawong on Manitoulin
Island. i had only been there once, and that was two summers
ago. It was a very isolated place that could only be reached
after a 20 minute boat ride. Built in the winter of 1975
when the lake was frozen, the cottage had no electricity and
was a model of rustic living.

We finally reached the landing after the long 2 « hour
drive. i heard the Master stop the Jeep and get out with
Stetson. He then unloaded the Jeep and again left me there
for about 20 minutes. i was aching from the uncomfortable
position. But it was the scratchy carpet on my cheek and
body that was really driving me nuts. My nipples were pretty
raw from the bumpy gravel road that led us to this secluded
boat ramp. Master Ryan opened the back of the Jeep and
released my bonds, except for the chastity device of course.

"Get the canoe in the water and load it up," He said. i
stretched and walked over, naked, to the boat shed that was
tucked in the trees. The door had been opened and there was
a single red fiberglass Scott canoe inside. i was rarely
naked outdoors and i was feeling very exposed. The breeze
wrapped around my naked hairless, well defined body and i
could feel every pebble under my feet.  i watched as Master
Ryan strolled towards the water's edge, followed by the
white short-haired Stetson. Master Ryan was dressed in an
old pair of light, very form fitting jeans. The bottoms of
the jeans were frayed and there were a few worn patches on
the knees and butt. He was wearing a tight green and brown t-
shirt. The `Birch Island Lodge' logo on the front of the
shirt followed the contour of Master Ryan's very impressive
pecs. Although He was a very rough and sadistic Master, He
was an image of perfection as He crouched down to find the
perfect stone and skipped it across the calm lake, rippling
the reflection of the pine forest around us.

Having spent my childhood in boats and canoes, i easily
picked up the canoe, inverted it and balance it above my
head. i took it to the water's edge and set it down. i
grabbed the two paddles, two duffle bags, a cooler, a bag of
food, a case of 24 Molson Canadian beer, a fishing rod and a
tackle box and secured them in the middle section of the
canoe. Master Ryan walked up to the canoe, didn't even look
at me, and pushed it out into the water. He called Stetson
into the boat and climbed in the front section. i pushed the
canoe off into the lake, feeling the cool water on my naked
feet, and set myself down in the back. The last time i was
here, the ride to the cottage took 20 minutes - but we were
in a motor boat. A canoe is a bit slower. For the next hour
and a half, i paddled the canoe toward the cottage while
Master Ryan threw out His fishing line along the shores.
Stetson slept quietly in the bottom of the canoe. Master
Ryan never acknowledged my presence. He occasionally spoke
to Stetson but continued to ignore me. At one point, Master
Ryan threw a bottle of sunscreen in my direction to keep me
from burning in this beautiful sunshine.

We finally arrived at the small, secluded cottage. It was
inside a small rivulet, off the main lake which meant that
there was absolutely no other boat traffic except for the
occasional fisherman. The small two-bedroom structure was
nestled amongst the trees about 15 metres from the shore.
The grass had been allowed to grow and it was almost knee
high. Cords of chopped wood were stacked against the back
wall of the cabin and more unchopped wood was stacked
against a small shed deeper in the forest. A nice small deck
led to a front door and held a covered barbecue and some
lawn furniture. An old picnic table sat in the middle of the
yard. It had clearly seen many seasons. Theft was not really
a problem in this area. The shed door had been left open and
the sun was reflecting on the chrome handles of a gas lawn
mower and other tools. A few stacks of cinder blocks could
be seen against the old shed. Originally used when the
cottage was first built, they were now often useful to
contain fire pits or serve as boat anchors.

Although there was a fairly new looking floating dock, we
landed the canoe on the small beach and disembarked. i
pulled the canoe on the shore and prepared to unload it.
Master Ryan suddenly walked right up to me and stopped
inches from my face, looking at me right in my eyes with a
slight grin on his face. i stood there, watching Him,
wondering what He is about to do. He simply took out His
dick (very impressive uncut tool, even when flaccid) and
started pissing on my legs and feet. He continued to stare
into my eyes as He shook off the last drops. He then walked
to the water's edge to wash His hands. My heart was beating
hard and i was sweating as Stetson sniffed His Master urine
on my feet. i then grabbed the two duffles and walked
towards the cottage. i climbed the deck and was about to
reach the front door when Master Ryan started shouting,
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You fuckin' faggot
piece of shit!" He was walking alarmingly fast, staring me
down, looking very pissed off. He grabbed me by the
shoulders and pushed me hard against the wall next to the
door. His left hand grabbed my hair and held my head against
the wall. His right forearm was on my neck, pushing my chin
up so my face was looking up at Him. And then He drove His
right knee up in my balls actually raising me a little off
the ground. He held me there in that position and very
angrily looked into my eyes.

He started shouting at me. "You are NOT to set one fuckin'
foot inside that cabin! Do you understand FAGGOT?"

"Yes Sir!"

"You stay outside! You eat outside! You shit outside! You
sleep outside! And you will suck my cock outside! Got it you
fuckin' piece of worthless crap?"

"Yes Sir! i understand Sir! i will always stay outside Sir!"

He jerked His knee in my balls again, driving an incredible
heat of pain into my gut and spit in my face. The warm spit
running down my left cheek, over my lip. He kneed my balls
again, dragged me to the edge of the deck and threw me onto
the ground.

"Don't step onto the deck unless I tell you to faggot. Man,
I can't wait `til Dave finally gets rid of you."

With that, He walked to the door, opened it to let Stetson
inside and disappeared inside the cottage. The dog was
inside with Master Ryan while i was lying on the dirt path
that led to the lake, my balls were in agony and my Master's
spit was running down my face. Master Ryan was supposed to
give His recommendation to Master Dave as to whether i was
loyal enough to be kept around. And Master Ryan seemed eager
to get rid of me. My prospects were not very good. This was
going to be a difficult five days.

i had finished unloading the canoe and left all the gear on
the deck for Master Ryan to take inside the cottage. i sat
against a tree on the edge where the yard meets the forest.
i sat and looked around, not knowing what to do. It was a
very nice property and i could be comfortable here.

Master Ryan came out of the cottage and unpacked the gear.
He took off His shirt revealing His incredible hairless
body, grabbed a beer and started cleaning off the barbecue.
My cock was stirring inside its cage as i watched the
muscles in His back work with each stroke of the brush. It
must have about 6 pm and i was pretty hungry. The barbecue
was fired up and a few thick slabs of meat were put on the
grill. Master Ryan sat on the deck, in a lawn chair,
balancing it onto its hind legs and watched me as He sipped
from his bottle of beer. He finally got up, grabbed some
rope from the duffle still on the deck and walked towards
me.

My heart started thumping hard. My stomach felt like it was
my throat. i was terrified of this shirtless god as He
approached me with a grin on His face.

"Stand up boy. You're way too comfortable."

i stood and He walked me to a nearby overhead branch. He
tied my hands above my head. He then tied my ankles to
nearby trees to force me to separate my legs. My arms were
now stretched out, as were my legs. He came closer, His
larger and taller frame touching my stretched naked body. i
loved the feeling of His hard, smooth, muscled torso,
against mine. He grabbed me and started kissing me, deeply.
His hands squeezed and pinched every part of my back, my
head and my butt. His left hand grabbed my ballsac and
squeezed and twisted. He got a better grip and squeezed
harder. The pain is intense, but i had learned to tolerate
it. He stopped kissing me, backed up a step, put both hands
on my shoulders and drove His right knee into my nuts. i
couldn't double over and just hung, in agony, from the tree
limb. The knee found its mark again. And again. And again.
He slapped my face. Hard! And again. And again. Another knee
in my balls. And another knee. Then, putting His left hand
on my right shoulder, He drove His fist in my gut. i could
no longer breathe. He had knocked the breath out of me as
another punch landed in my abs. And His knee again in my
balls. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. i was
gasping, out of breath, looking up into His eyes. He sniffed
deep from His sinus, then from the back of His throat and
spit a huge wad of sputum in my open mouth. Strings of the
mucus hit my chin.

He whispered into my ear "I am going to have so much fun
with you, you little faggot cocksucker". And with that, i
got another knee in the groin and He returned to His cooking
meat. i hung in pain, out of breath, already aching from
this difficult position.

The meat, which smelled like steak, was ready. Two big
pieces were taken off the grill onto a plate. It smelled
incredible. i was absolutely starving. He took a slab of
steak and a stack of grilled vegetables and sat down on His
chair. Stetson ran in from the woods and joined Master Ryan
on the deck. Master grabbed the second steak and threw it on
the deck floor where Stetson laid down to eat his meal. i
was almost in tears to see the dog eating the steak while my
stomach felt like it was digesting itself!

i was left there, hanging for at least another 3 hours. At
around 9 pm, with the sun just barely under the horizon and
the air starting to cool, Master Ryan reemerged in an old
worn red-hooded McGill University sweatshirt. Halfway to my
strung up position, He built himself a camp fire, sat down
in a lawn chair with Stetson lying next to Him and looked
out at the sunset over the beautiful calm lake. i was
starved, sore, uncomfortable and getting a bit chilly. The
one very positive thing about Manitoulin Island is that
there are no annoying insects. i didn't have to worry about
mosquitoes or black flies bothering me in my bondage.

Master Ryan then got up and walked up to me. He kneed me in
my balls again. Then He kicked me with His right foot in my
already very sore ballsack. The kick was much more painful
than the knee! i felt like throwing up. He then untied my
ankles and then my hands. i collapsed at His feet cradling
my testicles.

"Clean the dishes and I'll feed you."

i rushed to grab His plate and utensils from the edge of the
deck and cleaned them in the lake. i then replaced them and
knelt slightly behind and to the right of Master Ryan's
chair. He got up, went into the cottage and came back with
an open can of Alphagetties. He cuffed my hands behind my
back, sat down and emptied the can on the grass and ash-
covered ground slightly in front of Him. Then He sat back
and planted His naked right foot on the edge of the pile of
cold food.

"Eat"

i crawled over and started eating the mess at His foot. i
did my best, but it was hard. Stetson came over and started
eating with me. i tried to eat faster `because i was
absolutely starved. Master Ryan was not shooing Stetson away
so i had to hurry up and eat as much as i could. i was
trying to push him aside but he was pushing back. This dog
was strong! i was eating cold Alphagetties off dirt and
grass which was getting slobbered by a dog. i was eating
food that the dog had slurped. Stetson actually snipped at
me and almost bit me! His little bark was pretty scary.

Master Ryan suddenly roared, "MATT! FUCK! Can't you just
SHARE?!? Don't be such a fuckin' jerk! Shit!"

Once again, at the Master's feet, my position was put below
that of the dog. Stetson finally left when the Alphagetties
were gone. But Master Ryan lifted His foot and there was
still a small pool of food under it. i licked his foot,
since this was actually the cleanest surface i was eating
from. Then i attacked the noodles that were under the foot.
As i was eating, Master Ryan rested His foot on the back of
my head.

When i was done, the foot came off, my hands were uncuffed
and i returned to my kneeling position, naked behind Master
Ryan.

The sun had set and everything was calm. The fire crackled
and pinecones popped in the flames. It was going to be a
nice, mild night with a full moon. Master Ryan got up,
grabbed me by the hair and threw me on my back. He planted
His foot down on my balls and took off His sweatshirt. Then
He opened His jeans and peeled them off. He was now standing
over me in black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His was so
beautiful. My cock was straining in the chastity device,
under his massive foot. He bent down, grabbed my hair and
forced me backwards until i hit a tree. i was put in a
kneeling position with my back against the tree and the
Master's incredible, massive, glistening dick sprung in
front of me. i instinctively opened my mouth and the entire
monster was forced down my throat. He wasted no time pumping
my face. His incredible body pounded against my head, my
throat taking His huge meat. i timed my breaths with His
slams. My throat was being bruised and the back of my head
is being pounded against the tree. His right hand was braced
against the tree and His left hand clutched my hair.

He continued pounding for what seemed like forever.
Sometimes, He pumped His dick with His hand, pointing its
end at my face then started slamming my throat again. He
would slap my face with his dick, smearing precum and saliva
all over my face, and quickly return His incredibly
beautiful cock down my throat.

Then, suddenly, He stepped back, grabbed the back of my head
and threw me face first in the grass. He climbed on my back,
holding my two hands behind me. i was hoping that i had
coated His cock with enough slobber because i could feel Him
mounting me. He knelt behind me and pulled my two bound
hands back so that i was on my knees, with my face in the
dirt and my ass sticking up in the air. Now my asshole was
lined up perfectly with His cock. Still holding onto my
hands, He drove His dick in with a single move. i cried out
with pain as i felt my insides being ripped to shreds. He
had driven His cock up to the hilt and started savagely
raping my ass. i was screaming and crying in pain.

"Cry all you fuckin' want you pussy boy!," He shouted at me.

He pumped with so much force, i was being pushed forward. i
finally fell off my knees and fell flat on the ground. He
straddled my ass and re-entered my asshole. My ass was now
open and loving His cock. With one hand He held my wrists
together, and the other was clutching my hair, pushing my
face in the dirt. He spit in my ear and groaned loudly in
ecstasy.

Finally, He release a deep, testosterone filled howl as He
shots gallons of His cum in my ass. He pumped a few more
times and completely filled my bowels with His hot seed. He
collapsed on top of me. He was heavy, but He was so hot. i
could feel every hard muscle moving as He was slowly
catching His breath. His incredible body was dripping sweat
all over mine. i was in heaven!

He then sat up, straddling my ass and flipped me onto my
back. He rested His knees on my arms, pinning them down and
stuck His cum soaked, shit covered, still-hard cock in my
face. He didn't have to say a word. i licked it clean. He
looked down at me, still a bit out of breath.

Then He stood up, went to the lawn chair by the camp fire
and i watched this incredibly shaped, naked, confident and
powerful man walk back with a collar and chain. He knelt
down and locked the leather collar around my neck. i heard
the click of the padlock as it was secured around my neck.
Then He locked a length of chain to the collar and secured
it around the tree where He had just fucked my face. Then He
went into the dark water for a moonlight swim. Master Ryan
then returned with a bucket of lake water which He left next
to me. i drank it with pleasure.

He then grabbed His clothes, His two empty beer bottles,
called Stetson and retreated back in the cottage.

i was left, chained to a tree, a campfire burning itself out
about 8 metres away from me. The cool air wrapped around me
as i curled at the foot of the tree to get any sleep i
could. i peed, but i didn't shit. i didn't know if i was
allowed and i was terrified of doing something wrong.

The lantern in the cottage went out. i could feel the cum
leaking out of my ass as i fell asleep to the sounds of
frogs and crickets.

This was my first night being slavesat by Master Ryan. This
was Sunday night.

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Thank you.
i welcome any comment or feedback you may have at
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You are also encouraged to contact my Master directly if you
wish at davefurtado@hotmail.com