Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2018 08:46:27 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: The Tartan Tart - Part 3

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Gay/adult-youth: oral anal, t/M+

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The Tartan Tart - Part 3

A few months later, I was down on the farm again.

'Stand in the middle of the room, boy,' said Master Four, 'and don't move.'

He was behind me, but I could feel him scrutinizing my naked body. Silently
he walked up behind me, his mouth only a couple of inches from my right
ear.

'Fucking great body you have there, boy,' he said. 'And now it's all mine
for the day. Isn't that so, slave?'

'Yes, Sir.'

'I'm going to start by examining your young, compliant body. Then I'm going
to punish you for being so pretty. Six strokes across the arse should do
the trick. Next, I'm going to play with your cock and ball-sac for a long
time.'

His hand gently trailed down my back. I shivered with excitement from his
touch. He then cupped my arse-cheeks, clearly enjoying the feel of my naked
body.

'Bend over, slave.'

He inspected my hole, running his finger over my anus. Then, without
warning, and without any preparation, he rammed a finger into my
arsehole. I cried out in pain and shock.

'Good and tight. Excellent,' he said.

Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn as swiftly as it had been pushed in.

'Stand upright, slave.'

I stood up, and immediately the probing finger was held under my nose and
in front of my mouth – I knew what I was supposed to do, and so sucked
it into my mouth. I could taste my arse as I cleaned it off - good job
Master Two had given me a nice hot bath earlier.

Whilst he stood directly behind me, his hands explored the front of my
body. His fingertips ran over my chest and belly with the gentlest of
touches. They played with my nipples for a minute or so; then suddenly,
they pinched my nips savagely. A short, fierce twist made me move back into
his body – I could feel his body heat through his shirt.

'Nice reaction, boy,' he said. 'But I told you not to move.'

His hands released my nipples and three hard slaps to my arse quickly
followed. Then he walked round to the front of me.

'Fuck, boy. To think that this body now belongs to me.'

I knew I had a good body. Duncan had said it was superb, and so-o-o
photogenic. Everything was there for a horny boy-lover to play with.

His hand traced around my cock, as it twitched in its rock-hard state.

'You seem to like that, boy.'

He weighed my balls in his hand, then started to squeeze them .... tighter
and tighter. The feeling changed from a gentle caress to a painful
clench. Part of me wondered what on earth was going on, but then I knew I
was hornier than ever and I was loving it, a tad too much.

He let go, and then hit my ball-sac six times with his hand. He then hit me
really hard, which made me doubled over in pain'

'Stay still, slave!' he snapped, 'or I'll have to give you a few more
slaps.'

As I pulled up straight again, I noticing that he was rubbing his bulge
– Master Four was really getting turned on by this training session
.... but then, so was I.

He walked round me several times, ogling my compliant body. I was totally
exposed, and he loved it. Then he stood behind me again, pulled my body
against his, and started to kiss my neck – I was in heaven.

I moaned involuntarily, and my body squirmed in his arms. After a while he
released me, and came to stand in front of me.

'You're so pretty, slave. A real treasure.'

He gently took hold of my head and began to kiss my lips. At first, a
couple of pecks, but soon he was French-kissing me with a real passion. He
then stood back and smiled.

'Well, that was a pretty good start,' he said. 'Don't you think so, boy?'

'Yes, Sir. Amazing!'

'That cock of yours looks like it's right on the edge, and about to shoot
its load. That's not allowed until I'm done with you, so you must restrain
your schoolboy urges.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'That school of yours has done a fine job,' he said. 'You are so polite and
submissive. A real treasure.'

'Thank you, Sir. My Housemaster, Mr. Robertson, likes to keep his boys in
check with a long, supple cane.'

'Right,' he continued. 'Let's get on. Whenever I'm not using you as a
slave, you kneel on the floor. Knees wide apart to make access to your
ball-sac easier. Hands behind your back.'

I quickly assumed the described position.

'If I say, "Inspection", adopt the same position; but with hands on your
head. Right, "Inspection".'

My hands went up, and a swift kick to my ball-sac was my reward.

'Looking good, boy.'

He walked over to the mattress and picked up a cane.

'Now, six strokes across the arse-cheeks should do it. So stand up and bend
over, hands on your knees.'

The cane came down hard on my right arse-cheek, then my left arse-cheek,
then my right, then... I wasn't counting, all I knew was that he was making
a point: I was way too pretty for my own good.

'Why am I punishing you, boy?'

'For being so pretty, Sir.'

'Good boy,' he said. 'Your arse is looking nice and red now. Mr. Robertson
would be so proud.'

I was panting, my heart was racing. I'd never been in such a horny position
before - most schoolboys would hate being caned, in the nude, like
this. And then it hit me, did Mr. Robertson get the same pleasure, when
using a cane on my bare bottom, as Master Four?

Without warning, the cane hit my sore arse again.

'One extra for luck,' he said. 'Now stand up and thank me, boy.'

'Thank you, Sir.'

'Good, boy.' he said, as he made a noise that sounded like a cat
purring. 'Now straighten up.'

He grabbed me, and started to kiss me deeply; his hands caressing my
burning arse-cheeks.

'You took that punishment well, boy. You know I need to punish you to make
you into a good slave.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'It looks like you've made a little puddle there, boy,' he said, pointing
to the floor. 'Your cock has been leaking bodily fluids. So clean it up,
with your tongue only.'

I dropped to the floor and lapped up the liquid. I then went into my
kneeling position; and as I did so, my heels grazed my sore arse and made
me flinch.

'Lie on the mattress, slave,' he ordered. 'Flat out, on your back.'

He pulled my arms to the edge of the mattress and secured my wrists to
leather cuffs. He did the same to my legs and ankles. I was now
spread-eagled, totally exposed, and totally helpless.

He ran his fingertips gently over my chest. I shuddered as they passed over
me. He played with my nipples, twisting them, pinching them – at first
it was gentle, but then it got harsher and harsher. He then left them alone
suddenly.

'Look at these, boy.'

He was holding a pair of nipple clamps - Master Two had shown them to me
earlier. They had looked scary, but now seeing the teeth up close, I knew
they were gonna hurt.

I let out a squeal as they were attached. My body strained against the
cuffs, but I couldn't move more than a few inches. Master Four left them
for a minute or so, clearly enjoying my discomfort. Then he began to play
with them, twisting and tugging at the link-chain - my pain was clearly
giving him pleasure.

He left the clamps in place and moved on. A riding crop was then used on my
torso. It began, with gentle flicks, to beat me. Up and down it went,
striking my cock and ball-sac, and then the insides of my thighs. Every
single blow made me flinch. My cock was twitching and threatening to shoot
its load.

I was desperate to wank off, but knew that I wasn't going to get that
release. The crop then went up and down my hard-standing stem, with the
knob getting lots of attention.

I was now delirious, and had lost all track of time - it felt like I had
been held captive for days.

'Right, boy,' he said. 'I need you to calm down. I don't want you shooting
your bolt too early.'

He then walked out.

Initially, my mind was swimming with horny thoughts, but then I realised
that I was there to please my master, so that meant getting flaccid
again. By the time he came back in, I had managed to get nice and soft –
I did it by focusing on my up and coming exams.

* * *

Master Four ran his hand over my belly and flaccid cock.

'You're turning into a good slave, David,' he said. 'You really are a
proper submissive, aren't you?'

'Yes, Sir. I think so.'

'Right,' he said. 'Let's get you up on all-fours.'

He released the cuffs and helped me to get into position.

'Fucking sweet,' he continued, as he probed my hole a bit. 'Feels good and
tight, boy. When were you last fucked?'

'A month ago, Sir. At the Grand Hotel.'

'So no one fucks you in the dorm, at school?'

'No, Sir.'

'Well, you're about to get fucked now, boy. It's going to hurt .... I'm not
going to grease you up. So get ready to be boarded.'

He then pushed in hard. I tried desperately to relax, but still felt the
pain of his cock splitting me open as he went straight in, right to the
hilt. His arms wrapped round me, holding my whole body right up next to
him. Slowly my arse began to get used to the invading shaft. Then the
fucking started in earnest. Slowly at first, but always the full length of
his cock; then the pace increased. Soon he was ramming in and out faster
than I could imagine possible.

Suddenly, he pulled out and leapt in front of me. He rammed his cock, fresh
from my arse, down my throat. It was still slick with my arse juices, but
soon I got used to the taste – in fact, I loved it.

Then another change. He threw me onto my back; then began fucking me again.

'Do you want this load up your arse, boy?' he asked.

'Yes, Sir.'

The fucking got harder and harder, faster and faster. I could tell he was
getting close, and I could feel his cock swelling up inside me.

I could feel his orgasm with my whole body. And when it subsided, he pulled
out and lay back on the mattress.

We rested on the mattress, with my head against his chest. I felt secure
there, with his arm wrapped round me. We were both exhausted by the
training session, so I must have fallen asleep.

* * *

Master Four slapped my arse and woke me up.

'Time to get up, boy. We both need a bath.'

I followed him to the bathroom. Unfortunately, our bath was oddly
unsexual. We washed each other off, and that was that.

Master Four's cock was nice and long, even when flaccid. However, I was
only allowed to kiss it once, as I dried him off. I helped him dress,
acting just like his personal valet. And once he was dressed, he led me out
of the house, across the yard and into the barn.

Once inside, I was introduced to three fellow slaves. They were all naked
teenagers, and they were all chained to wooden uprights. Apparently, this
was where the masters held their slaves after 'the contract' had been
signed.

A metal collar was fitted around my neck, which had a chain leash
attached. Master Four walked off, tugging on the chain, so I had to follow
him. We went across a field and into a wood, and soon reached a small
clearing.

I stood there, in the middle of nowhere, utterly naked except for the
collar and chain. Master Four then crouched down and secured the chain to a
metal ring, which was attached to a spike - the metal spike was rusty and
had been hammered into the ground.

'All-fours, boy,' he ordered. 'And assume the position.'

He walked off, back toward the barn. I was petrified - alone and chained to
the spike, I didn't know what to do.

Some fifteen minutes later, he came back.

'Don't worry, boy,' he said. 'I wasn't about to leave you out here for the
rest of the day. I just needed to find something.'

That something turned out to be a freshly cut switch, which he used to get
my arse nice and red. Every few strokes, he would stop to rub his
crotch. Some twelve strokes later, he stopped and came to kneel in front of
me. He whipped out his cock, and within seconds it was in my mouth, I
slobbered all over it, getting it hard and wet.

Whilst I worked on his cock, he gave me a few sniffs of amyl nitrite. I was
soon high as he began to fuck me.

After a few minutes, I heard a rustling sound in the undergrowth on my
left.

'Nice view there,' said the man.

'Yes, Rory. This is my new slave.'

'He's nice and skinny,' said Rory. 'And he's got a good-looking arse.'

'Get your cock out, Rory. He'll suck you off good.'

I knew it wasn't a choice for me, this was a cock and I was there to suck
it.

'You can fuck his arse later,' said Master Four, 'so don't spunk in his
mouth.'

Master Four pulled out to give Rory some space. I cleaned his cock and
thought I would be getting a respite from the hard fucking I had just
received .... but soon another man appeared, and then another. I sucked on
their cocks as my master stood back to admire the sex-romp that was
unfolding before him.

Each man plunged his cock into my arse for a rough fucking; and as he did
so, another man plunged his cock into my mouth. Eventually, they were all
finished with me. I collapsed onto the ground, not caring how I felt
anymore.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?' snapped Master Four. 'Did I
get to shoot my load?'

Somehow, despite being exhausted, I knew what I needed to do. I crawled
over to my master and took his cock into my mouth, to get it ready for the
fucking that was coming my way. Then, with my arse back up in the air, I
received his cock.

He fucked me relentlessly, and left a large deposit within me. I cleaned
his cock off, my jaw barely able to move after the use it had received; but
the reward of a few drops of his spunk kept me going at it.

'Wait here,' he ordered, knowing full well the collar and chain made the
order moot.

He wandered off again. I saw him coming back, he had something in his hand,
but I couldn't see what.

I soon discovered what he was carrying, and my arse took the full brunt of
it.

>From the noises the men were making, they clearly loved the unfolding
scene.

'You like these nettles, boy?' asked Master Four, laughing.

I knew he wasn't expecting a reply. My arse, legs, and ball-sac were being
whipped with a bundle of nettles. I soon felt the agony of both the beating
and the stinging.

'That's so fucking hot, Al,' said Rory. 'I love seeing a slave being
punished with nettles.'

* * *

Back in the barn, I was released from the collar and chained to a wooden
upright. Gordon and Iain closed the barn doors, while Rory and my master
checked on the slaves that surrounded me.

Eventually, a bald-headed slave, with the words 'Scrot Two' written on his
chest in black ink, was released from his chains.

'Inspection,' snapped Master Four.

Scrot Two assumed the position in double quick time.

'Right,' said Iain. 'Let's lubed him up properly.'

'Look, his little dick is nice and stiff,' said Rory.

'He's just beggin' for it,' said Master Four.

'Of course he wants it,' said Gordon, laughing. 'He's a dyed-in-the-wool
bitch-boy.'

I heard a growl and a bark from behind me, and then a couple of small
whines.

'We don't want his back scratched up,' said Rory. 'So I've put socks on
Jag's paws.'

I saw something being sprinkled over Scrot Two's arse-cheeks, and as I
shivered and gasped, Jag's tongue began licking its way round the slave's
arsehole. I tried to move my head, just to see what was happening, but I
was far too tired.

The Rottweiler had his nose between the boy's arse-cheeks. I discovered
later that Iain had sprinkled some sugar onto Scrot Two's arse, which
encouraged the dog to rim him. Jag pressed his long tongue against Scrot
Two's anus. The boy's body visibly shook when the tongue touched the
underside of his ball-sac and caught the tip of his uncut cock.

'Fucking hell!' he yelled.

It was then that the dog head-butted Scrot Two's arse a couple of times,
before mounting him. I was expecting the boy to balk and shout out, but he
didn't say a word.

Jag began to fuck the boy with gusto, as each thrust prompted a low moan
from the bald-headed slave. My cock, now erect, despite the beating, began
to jump around in sync with the dog's humping. Suddenly, the dog let out a
loud growl as the boy began yelling.

'Jag's cock is trying to knot him,' said Rory.

The boy cried out in pain, and tried to get away from his canine lover.

'Oh, that looks so fucking horny,' said Gordon.

Clearly the boy was trying to cope with the pain, as the canine knot
stretched his anus. I couldn't help but throw my head back as my untouched
cock released a flood of spunk. It seemed like it would never end, but of
course it did.

Jag's cock remained knotted inside Scrot Two, despite all efforts to pull
it out. I guess his arsehole was just too tight, so they remained coupled
for a good ten minutes. Finally, the dog managed to extricate himself from
his bitch-boy, which made Scrot Two extremely happy.

'Okay everyone,' boomed Master Four. 'The show's over for now. Scrot Two
needs to rest up for an hour or so. Iain's going to be with us all week,
and he's got two more dogs in his van. So there'll be lots more shows to
see.'

I looked around and saw that Scrot One and Scrot Three were looking at me.

'You'll be next, newbie,' said Scrot Three.

'Yep,' said Scrot One. 'You're nice and fresh, and Rottweilers like fresh
meat.'

'Silence!' snapped Master Four. 'Maybe the three of you should line up in a
row and let Jag pick the arse he likes best. Now that would be worth
seeing.'

Jag's cock did look mighty awesome, and very suckable, so maybe I should
ask my master for a taste of canine cock. After all, I was addicted to
seed-bearing members.

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