Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 6:45:08 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Storm Discovery - Part FIFTEEN - New Orders (Finale)

Storm Discovery, Part FIFTEEN - New Commands
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     As I tried to absorb the news from Master, that he was selling me, FS
attached me tightly to the St Andrews Cross on stage, stretching my arms
and legs so my entire tatooed, shaven slave body was visible to the
audience. My ridgid cock announced to them that I wanted to be abused ad
exposed, in case there was any doubt.
     There were many dozens of people in the audience, maybe a hundred, and
the air was filled with smoke and hoots and hollers.
     Before I could get a good view of the audience, FS snapped on the eye
covers of the heavy, tight-fitting leather mask I was wearing, blinding me.
     Next I felt a hand caressing my tits and then my balls. I recognized
the touch as Master`s. It made me want to cry! I had obeyed him so
long...how could he discard me? That's what it felt like...some stranger
was to become my new Master, and the old one was handing me over so
casually, like an old shirt that had been replaced because it was worn.
     As Master started talking to the crowd, another hand joined in the
touching...and this one was not at all familiar. It tugged at my tits,
manipulating them in a way I had not felt before. My cock grew even harder.
     I heard Master telling the audience..."...that's what he was doing
when I found him...saving FS from under the debris of the playroom. The
storm had heavily damaged the house, but the four by fours that made up the
frame FS was tied to had protected him, keeping all of the heavy stuff
away."
    It seemed like a hundred years ago...the events he was telling the
crowd about...yet just seven months had passed. I was a new person. My
chest was marked with his big "OS" tat, for "Oral Slave"...and I was 100%
obedient. He had trained me well.
    As he continued speaking, the other person onstage unclipped the
cock-gag from my mask and removed it, freeing my mouth. He rubbed his hands
through my shaved pits and down between my ass cheeks. Then he rubbed his
sweat stained fingers across my lips. I licked desperately, trying to take
in every molecule of my own odor. Whoever he was chuckled, amused at my
anxiousness.
     "I trained him well in the past half year, as you can see...he's like
putty...ready to obey any command from a Master. Let me show you..."
    Master walked over to me, placed a short folding ladder in front of
me...and climbed to the top stair. That put his cock at close to my mouth
level.
   "Open!" he commanded.
   I immediately complied as his stream quickly filled me. My restraints on
the cross made it difficult for me to keep my head back far enough to
prevent spillage, but I did the best I could. When my mouth was filled, the
remnants ran over my lips and onto my chest.
   I couldn't see it, of course, but Master had ordered FS to lay face up
under the ladder with his mouth open, and the piss I couldn't hold ran down
into his mouth. FS was thoroughly humiliated...being forced to accept
"seconds" dripping down from the lowly second slave-boi`s shaved
balls. Nonetheless he kept his mouth open as trained. The two of us made a
kind of human piss fountain.
   When Master finished, the stranger on stage took his place and a new
stream worked its way into my mouth and eventually into FS below me. The
piss had a distinct and different flavor, spicy almost, and I was tempted
to swallow immediately. Of course I didn't.
   When that stream stopped, I could hear the ladder being removed.
   "OK bois, our guests are going to count down from ten...swallow on the
ten!" ordered Master.
   The drunken crowd got into the idea and started counting down, slowing
as they went along so it took them a good minute to finally reach the magic
number...then they all shouted, shaking the walls: "TEN!"
   I swallowed, gratefully, both because my throat was tired and my jaw
sore, and because I really wanted to taste the stranger's piss.
   It was heavenly...who was this man?
   Master scooted FS offstage and hushed the crowd. Two assistance came
onstage and untied me from the cross, reversed me so I was facing away from
the audience and resecured my arms and legs.
   Master grabbed a very long cock gag and stuck it into my throat,
snapping it into place on the mask as he continued telling his story. I
struggled to adjust to the rubber log now impeding my breathing.
   "OS here has been a joy to own...the best slave I ever discovered,
though I don't mean that as a put down to FS who has the best ass in
Atlanta." Backstage, FS actually blushed at the compliment, his ass
twitching in anticipation of his next fuck by Master's huge black dick.
    "But I've discovered someone who will be a better Master to OS, who can
devote more attention to his growing limits. I have FS to worry about, and
I have my eve on a new young man, a downtown bartender who's begging for
some training. And I'm just the person to give it to him!" The crowd
chuckled, knowing the bartender was in for a real experience.
    "Many of you know the man on stage with me, and you already know the
reason I've agreed to let him take over as OS's Master, but for those of
you who don't know him, this is Todd...and he used to work with OS in his
previous life."
     Todd? I was shocked...the same Todd I had lusted over in the
firehouse, who I had jerked off thinking about? Toss was my new owner??? I
hadn't even known Todd was gay, much less a Master!
    "Hi everyone", came a new voiced that I knew instantly. It was softer
than Master's, but equally firm and certain. "I made arrangements to take
over the training of my former co-worker," he told the crowd, winking at
Master as he said it, letting the audience know there had been some kind of
an exchange between the two men. Money? Sex? Both? But he continued talking
before I had time to dwell on that mystery.
    "I remember when slave-boi here would sneak peeks at me in the
bathroom, not thinking I saw him. He was such a little girl about it, so
timid, I knew right away he would make good slave material."
     Now it was my time to blush, though it was hidden by my mask.
     "Unfortunately he disappeared in that storm before I had time to take
the initiative and provide him with a firm hand. Luckily I was invited to
attend a show on this same stage some weeks ago and discovered he was in
good hands...though I still wanted to have a crack at training him." As he
said that, Todd smacked my ass cheeks with a large black paddle. I inhaled
deeply but didn't cry out. The cock-gag would have stopped me anyway. He
followed up with a dozen added strikes, and my ass burned a bright red when
he was done.
    The room was dead silent when the last smack finished echoing around
the room.
    "That's just a sample slut! Are you ready to serve me?" Again the
paddle slammed into my ass and I choked my reply, recovering just in time
to croak out a "Yes Sir", muffled completely by the gag.
    "I don't hear you, you fucking cunt girlie-boi!"
    I tried again, doing my best to make my yes sir heard beyond the
gag. He apparently was satisfied because the ass beating ended.
    "The bitch's life with me is going to be different...I only want a
single slaveboi, not a harem, so this business of specializing in oral work
is gonna end." With that, Todd pulled out a long dildo with a ribbed handle
and unceremoniously inserted it into me...this time I believe my gasp was
audible...he continued to talk about my new life, but I was busy adjusting
to the assault on my butt as he ground the tool in and out over and over,
adjusting the angle constantly, roughly opening my ass in ways it had never
been opened before.
   "We have some work to do on the slut to get him ready for his new life,
so if the assistants for tonight's show will take him backstage, we'll
bring on the next entertainment...Master Bill and his twin gymnast
slaves..."
    I was carried off stage, out the door, and down the hallway into
another room where I was strapped down on a metal table. I was still
blindfolded, but the rest of my body was stripped. I felt a brief needle
prick in my arm, and soon I was asleep.

####

     When I awoke, several hours had passed according to the clock in the
room. The assistants were immediately at my side, helping me stand up,
putting a black silk robe and a matching jock strap on me, removing the eye
patches from my leather mask, and escorting me down the hall, back in the
direction of the room with the stage in it.
     I was woozy, but not in any particular pain. Whatever had been in the
shot had knocked me out but not for long. As we walked down the hall I
became more and more aware of my surroundings.
    Backstage, we held our position while a Master and his girlie-boi slave
moved off stage, cum dripping from the slave's mouth, abusive words and
phrases written on his body in ink. The Master winked at me and I didn't
know how to react.
   Onstage, Master proceeded to praise the previous entertainment and to
explain that his oral slave was back and ready to be officially turned over
to his new Master Todd. I was brought in and put on my knees between the
assistants. Todd came over and removed my robe, to a wave a loud cheers and
applause and laughter from the audience. I tried to glance down but the
neck part of the mask prevented me seeing what they were reacting to.
    "As I told you, boi here is going to be more of a generalist, rather
than just an oral slave. I'm going to use his ass and his mouth, his ears
and his fingers, his tits and his pits, so to speak. So as you can see,
we've adjusted his marking a bit, giving him a constant reminder of what he
will come to love in his mouth AND his ass!"
   A slave assistant walked over the held up a mirror, allowing me to
see. While I was unconscious, my OS tattoo had been changed...the "s" was
now an "8", the new "08" a reference to my new Master's cock size...though
having seen it in the firehouse showers I immediately though he was being
humble.
    The night was over, and the crowd dispersed. Master removed my mask and
put me on my knees for a last drink from his magnificent cock. I slurped it
hungrily. Then my new Master, Master Todd did the same, and their fluids
mixed together inside me.
   Master Todd removed the leather mask, returning it to Master. Then he
pulled a heavy iron slave collar out of a bag and locked it in place around
my neck. He had measured carefully...it fit perfectly. He clipped the key
to a chain that went around his neck.
   "Next week the welder will come to seal it permanently, slut."
    A chastity device was next, giving me a great deal of fear. Was I not
to be allowed to cum? Ever? Next came the inevitable tit-clamps with a
chain connecting them to each other and to my new cock cover. He attached a
chain to my collar and pulled me along behind him to his truck. Jerking the
chain upward, he urged me into the bed, not wasting words on his new
worthless slave boi. He had outfitted the bottom of the truck bed with
restraints, and he quickly secured me with them. The truck started and we
drove from the farm onto the Interstate.
     The sky was clear, and we were far enough away from Downtown Atlanta
that I could see billions of stars. I was on my way to a new home, a new
master, new duties and requirements. New limits too, I thought, feeling the
metal constraining my cock.
    I had learned a great deal from my Atlanta Farm Master and FS. Now I
was ready to learn more.

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That's the final chapter, friends, thanks for reading! Any final thoughts
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