Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:36:15 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Storm Discovery, Part EIGHT - Brother Nature

Storm Discovery, Part EIGHT - Brother nature

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     In what had become a routine for me, FS escorted me back to the
basement after my firemen's stage performance and threw me into my cage for
some rest.
     Only rarely did he wash me before locking me inside. That way I slept
with the scent of the sex I had submitted to, of piss and cum and saliva
and sweat; a host of fluids. For me they mixed like a bouquet, and I wasn't
complaining. Tonight's aroma actually reminded me somehow of the firehouse
bathrooms, and of the times I would secretly watch the men showering or
peeing out of the corner of my eye, trying not to be noticed yet somehow
also wanting to be spotted.
   As weeks passed, FS trusted me enough to let me handle my morning
cleaning ritual by myself. He would come in, unlock the cage, put bowls
with water and dog food on the floor and leave, locking the basement door
behind him.
   I did a good job, not only because I wanted to be clean, but because I
wanted to satisfy FS and Master. Within ninety-minutes of FS leaving, I
would be scrubbed and on all fours at the door, waiting to see what was in
store for me that particular day.
   Some days nobody came and I was left downstairs. I came to hate the
boredom that resulted.
   One morning FS came in and walked to a locked closet, rummaged around
for a while, and emerged with my accessories of the day. As I waited
silently in place, I caught sight of myself in a wall mirror and was
shocked to see my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I looked just like a dog
waiting for a treat!
   FS replaced my normal brown leather dog collar with a black metal chain
loop that went around my neck. The remainder of the shiny chain formed a
leash. Pulling on it tightened the loop...a true "choker".
     He inserted a blow-up gag in my mouth, pumping it till my cheeks
bulged from the pressure.
    As usual there was a cock ring, this one a favorite of mine. It was
made of a very heavy black metal and only barely fit. FS had to work hard
to get my balls through it. I was sweating by the time he finished. That's
why I liked it. It took effort to wear it, and once it was on, it kept my
shaved balls bunched up and proudly on display.
    FS handed me tiny pair of furry fake leopard-skin shorts that only
barley concealed my genitals. Through my tits he inserted a pair of the
increasingly large rings that were being used to "train" my tits.
    By then I was wearing rings that were many, many times bigger and
heavier than my original "starter" rings. Today's big rings matched my
black cock ring and were very heavy. They immediately pulled my elongated
tits down even farther.
   And he also used the newest hole put in my body by my master: a hole
through my septum, from which he liked to hang various colored rings and
decorations. This day a large jet-black ring matching my tit rings was
inserted. It was heavy enough that it tended to pull my head downward. When
I was on all-fours, it swung back and forth as I moved forward, like a
door-knocker.
     For my feet FS had selected pair of rough work boots without socks. I
wore no shirt.
     Instead of leading me up the stairs to the long hallway, FS opened a
side door that revealed a short set of stone steps that led outside.
    It was still dark, though I could sense the slightest bit of light on
the horizon. FS took me to the end of a driveway, wrapped a heavy cloth
around my eyes as a blindfold, dropped the choker leash on the ground, and
issued a simple command: "Stay". Like a good dog-slave boi, I did as
told. He put a small dog biscuit in my mouth and I chewed it, enjoying the
rough texture and woody taste.
   Despite the blindfold, I could tell the light was slowly
increasing. Then I heard a vehicle drive up, a door opened, and footsteps
approached me. I recognized the scent immediately, having gotten especially
good at that in recent months. Master`s strong legs were quickly on either
side of my head, squeezing it, his leg hairs scraping my cheeks.
  "Hello slut, ready for your morning walk?"
  "Yes Sir, Master," I replied
  "Good, but first we're going for a drive."
   Master loaded me into the back of his truck and we took off. I couldn't
see anything, of course, and my effort at figuring out which direction we
were headed was useless.
   At time like this I wondered what would happen if we were pulled over by
the police for some reason...he I was an almost naked skinny white boy with
multiple piercing laying in the bed of a truck being driven in Georgia by a
huge black man!
    We did not get pulled over, and an hour later the pickup pulled onto a
side-road and a few minutes later we parked. Master came to the back, took
off my blindfold, and set me on all fours at the edge of a woods.
   It was very difficult to move along on all fours, but Master was kind
enough not to move too quickly. I kept kneeling on rocks and twigs...once
hitting an ant bed and being stung several times before I could shake them
off me.
   We finally came to a clearing where Master stopped and left me to
rest. He went to a concealed wooden box and retrieved several pieces of
black chain. Clearly this was not unfamiliar ground to him.
   Master manhandled me to a standing position between two trees and used
the chains to stretch me between the trees. Heavy-duty locks held the
chains around my arms and legs.
   This scene had apparently been well-planned. The chains were the exact
length to force me into an extreme standing up "spread eagle" position
between the trees. The chains even matched the choker and nose ring I was
wearing. He forced "earbud" type headphones into my ears and used a piece
of duct tape to secure a tiny mp3 player to the back of my neck. He pushed
"play", and then forced a heavy leather mask over my head, using another
padlock to secure it around my neck! There were two holes in the mask near
my nose, but otherwise I was in complete darkness. The i-pod started
playing back a familiar voice. It was Master himself speaking, with
haunting electronica music mixed with jungle sounds in the background. The
voice filled my head:
     "Slave-bois exist to serve their Masters. They can be tied to trees
like you are now and left in the woods for days!. There's no telling what
may happen here...perhaps other animals more dominent are nearby! I picked
this particular clearing after a lot of thought, slut. Its along a pathway
some free young men use just about every day ...I wonder what they'll do
when they find an almost naked young sissy slave-boi ready for their use?"

    I found out later that the Master had concealed a remote control video
camera in a tree. It faced me and could be zoomed in or out. Master went to
nearby thicket and sat on a log he had positioned for that purpose.
    As I listened to his message, I was sweating in the Spring forest
humidity,. With no body hair, I soon had little mini-creeks of sweat
working their way down my body.
   That night, when we were back in the farmhouse, Master tied me to a
St. Andrews Cross and positioned a flat-screen TV in front of me. Then he
played the video of my experience in the woods. As I watched, I remained
very, very hard, just as I had in the woods. It was a turn-on to see the
abuse I had experienced, despite how shocked I had been at the time by what
occurred.
   Here's what I saw as I watched the video of my debasement in the woods:
   In the distance behind me, a group of people can be seen working their
way toward me. They seem to know their way, as if they'd been through these
woods many times before. They don't see me at first, and the group of young
men are horse-playing, pushing each other and ridiculing each other like
typical adolescents.
    The apparent leader, the "Alpha Male" of the pack is wearing short
black walking shorts, a white boy-beater, and a red backwards ball cap. He
wears his jet-black hair long. Even in the distance I can tell his legs are
muscular and hairy. They slowly get closer to the clearing where I am
tied. And I can see they are all well-built, athletes of some kind. When
they are almost upon me, the leader looks up, spotting the chains and then
my exposed ass.
   "Whoa! What's this guys? Hey look...somebody's tied up...what the fuck?
His head is covered! Look at those chains! Man!"
   Watching in the basement, I already know the surprise I am about to find
out, but I am also remembering how it felt before I knew. I was shivering
with fear and excitement...and I was hard too!
   The boys walk around the trees to which I am tied and confront me. I
can't hear them because of the ear plugs and hidden player. I am listening
to Master, and have just gotten to the part where he is explaining why he
chose this spot in the woods:
   "...every day. These aren't complete strangers...at least not to
you. It's a gang of young toughs who actually know you pretty
well...they're the reason you moved out of your childhood home! It's that
gang your little brother heads. That's right, Danny and his gang are soon
going to find you tied between these trees! I wonder what they'll do? Will
Danny somehow recognize your body, despite the rings and the shaving? Did
Danny spend much time looking at your pussy when you were growing up
together? Is that why he treated you so badly? Because he secretly wanted
you?...and did you want him too? Did you secretly sniff his underwear while
he showered?"
     As I listened to Master, Danny was standing directly in front of me,
and I felt his spit hit the front of my mask. The video that night showed
me what was happening.
    "Hey bitch? Who's behind the mask cocksucker? Who left you here?" He
went on to mock my fake-fur shorts, calling me Miss Tarzan and slapping me.
      One of them pulled on my tit rings and another's hands ripped off my
shorts and started abusing my cock and balls. From behind came a steady
series of slaps to my ass.
    "Sure was nice for someone to leave us a toy to play with...you want us
to play with you faggot? You like me pulling these rings? You like having
your shaved little-boi cock played with? I know girls who have bigger cocks
than that bitch!"
    Danny was leading the abuse, of course. He might have been even more
abusive had he known it was me! The lock on the hood kept him from
uncovering my face, yet I had mixed feelings about that. One part of me
actually wanted him to know it was me tied in these woods, it was his
little brother, who had finally found a place in life where he could get
the abuse he needed and deserved.
   "Hey boys, you know what faggot sluts like this like more than anything?
Here, let me show you! Danny pulled out his cock and proceeded to aim his
piss at my stretched out body, his stream arching up almost to my covered
face. "Here's what he wants! Come on guys...help me out here...get that
cup..." soon there were other streams wetting me down, and a cup-full of
piss was poured over my masked head, some of it leaking through the small
nose holes.
     They played with my nose and tit rings, hanging shoes on them with
their laces and slapping my tits with sticks.
    One of the boys had been carving a five-foot walking stick, and he
shaped the end into an impromptu dildo, spitting on it for lubrication and
forcing it into my rear. The boy stuck the other end into the earth, and
the pressure kept it inserted in me.
   Eventually bored, they left me alone for a while. They opened six-packs
of beer and had an impromptu picnic at my feet, talking about their strange
discovery. In the heat, the piss dried on my body, sending up waves of that
erotic aroma to my nose.
   "I don't think we should untie him", said one of the boys, "let's leave
him here for the next group that comes along!"
     "Yea, said another, but let's leave some messages!"
     One of the boys had a magic marker...on the video you can see the boys
writing on me and then leaving the clearing, Danny leads the way, shouting
insults as they leave. The camera zooms in slowly to a close up of my
abused, stretched out, sweating body. They had used the heavy black marker
to write things on parts of my body: "I need to be fucked! Please feed me
your piss! I'm a fagot punk boi...abuse my nuts! Lend me to your dog!" Dark
circles were drawn around my tits and arrows pointed to my cock and balls
and my asshole.
     After they leave, I watched on tape as Master emerged from hiding and
took off my mask. He spit in my face and then use his remote control to
zoom in on me for a final shot showing my now exposed spit covered face.
     When I was finished watching the DVD, Master put it into a jewel case
and held it in front of me.
    "Perhaps we should mail this to Danny? Maybe we should let him know he
missed his chance to really treat his little brother the way he wanted to
when you both were little?  Just what do you think he would have done
differently if he had known?"
     I shivered at the thought.
    After FS put me I my cage that night I dreamt about Danny and I as
young teens, remembering kneeling before him as he used both of his strong
hands to force my head to his crotch, remembering sniffing his underwear
after he got into the shower (how did Master know that?)...and I imagined
him ripping the leather mask off me in the woods...
     In the morning FS could tell I was in extraordinary need of release, I
was almost blue in my hardness! So he reached through the bars of my cage
and with a few quick strokes, brought me off. The volleys of jism were so
strong that several anointed my brown collar and two hit my forehead. Those
then dripped down over my nose, and I opened my mouth and extended my
tongue, anxiously waiting for my secondary reward.

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Isn't our little paramedic a lucky boi?
Should he stay in Master's service?
Is there another room for him to visit before the end?
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