Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 21:05:57 +0000 From: Mark Irving Subject: Master Brett and Slave Mark The Hidden Cave One of the few things I love doing, is being naked. I, don't really care about what other people think, but I don't go out of my way to piss people off. I learnt a long time ago that I had a real passion for being nude, running around, bare arse, be it at the beach, home, or on occasion taking holidays at various naturalist retreats or nude only properties, owned by like minded others. One of these properties was located in the Halls Gap area. It was one of those places, that were hard to get too, but full of forest areas, plenty of wild life, and if you were a hunter, you would never go hungry. The owners didn't mind you picking off the occasional Deer, endless rabbits, but put a restriction when you could access the property. I had gained the trust of the owners and was given access and a free rein to do pretty much as I pleased. I always respected the homestead, outbuildings, and maintained the environment, and to keep sweet with the owners, I fixed things, If I felt they needed repair. It was a good working relationship, and always ensured that I was welcomed back. Having settled in and packed all my stuff away, I relaxed in one of the veranda couches and reflected on how quiet life was out here. It was about 4.30 -- 5.00pm, the coffee was hot , the local forest animals started drift down to the open grass land around the property, and made a mental note to make one of these animals into a roast, and restock the owners fridges with meat. That being decided, I made plans to explore the bush and forest areas tomorrow, and see if the old cave was over grown. I generally made a pilgrimage to my favourite hide out each time I returned to the property, I have even stayed in the cave overnight , acting as If I was some type of caveman from prehistoric times, and what better environment. A Bare arse, hunter, dwelling in a cave, cooking and sleeping with only the bare essentials. I knew what I needed, and prepared a back pack with the essentials, plus a few extras for comfort and pleasure. I always, carry my ropes, both short and long , on my body , fashioned in a type of body harness, wrapped about my naked butt, crutch, and upper chest, it saves me from juggling loose ropes, whilst carry the gun and back pack, leaving my hands free. Locking up the homestead I set off in the morning, I was in my type of heaven, body harness, (which always excites me) , bare arse, and heading into the bush, the rabbits and Deer were safe this morning. I had been trekking my way through the bush tracks for about two hours, before I came across a familiar path that would lead me up to the cave, I thought to myself , that the path was fairly well maintained, perhaps my secret hide out was no longer a secret. Another 30 minutes of bush bashing and I was at the entrance of the cave, It had a few trees and shrubs, and lots of hanging branches, so in essence, wasn't easily seen if you were not looking for it. To say that it was a cave, was a bit of an exaggeration, I think at one point it may have been the start of a mine , but the rocks were too unstable, so it had various support beams going back about 20 metres , and it was weather prove , but upon entering I felt like there was something different , and there it was, a rolled sleeping bag and a back pack. Well, it appeared that my secret location was somebody else's as well; I set up my stuff in my favourite spot, choosing to keep the rope harness on, A, because I liked the feeling, and B, because you never know when you're going to use it. I had a mental list running of what I needed to do; first off I needed fire wood, then drinking water, which I could get from a nearby stream. Collecting the wood took me about 30minutes and was able to bundle them up using one of the shorter ropes. Once securing the wood I collected the water containers and headed for the stream, as I approached I could hear water splashing, then from a clearing I could see a man having a swim and cooling off. I was transfixed, and reflected back to when I did the exact same thing, it was the perfect spot, the man then made his way out of the water, and showed me his lovely body, cute arse, lovely chest, and the water just glistened off his well kept torso, but then he turned around, and was sporting one of the best cocks I had seen I a long time, and to make matters worse or better, he was massaging that monster, whilst rubbing his arse. From my vantage point I could feel my sexual urges beginning to rise to the occasion, the rope bondage around my lower region, arse, cock, and between my legs all appeared to tighten up, and before I knew it I was sporting a hard cock, and the harness around my chest and nipples, were aching , and now I was rubbing and pulling on my sensitive orbs. And the unknown male was doing his best to drive me crazy, sliding his hand up and down that beautiful horse cock, and occasionally slipping a finger into his extremely cut arse. My hand was trying to match his movements, and my bound nipples were getting worked over, and my soft moans of delight were becoming harder to control. I had no idea how long I had spied on this bloke, but when I opened my eyes he was gone, and my hand was still sliding along my cock. I tried to scan the area for my missing God, but he had moved on and I had a chance to enter the stream to cool off and fill up the containers, every part of me was twitching and alive, and it took me a while to return back to normal, if there is such a thing?. My tiny cock , ( compared to his )had now deflated, and my nipples, were red but no worse off for the treatment I gave them. I decided to wind my way back to the cave. Once at the entrance, I spotted the mystery man and he of coarse noticed me, we both exchanged glances and we approached each other, shaking hands after I put the water bottles down. He had a gentle but powerful grip, and we exchanged pleasantries, and discussed the cave and how he found it and I, in turn told him that I'd been coming here for years, and it was my hidden location. After some time we became relaxed with one another, and set about preparing the camp fire, we arranged rocks in a circular ring then set about placing the smaller twigs, then larger ones, and struck a match and the fire was born , after watching it for a bit, we increased the size of timber, confident that the fire would look after its self, we made ourselves comfortable and chattered again, I told Brett ( his name ) that I couldn't help but think of two cave men of living out of a cave, basically nude, and eating what they killed or hunted. He felt the same way, which brought up the issue of food, Brett had a bag full of provisions, and I had plenty of meat from the homestead, and because I had been there before had hidden away various pots, jugs and a old camp fry pan. Since we were going to share the cave , we may as well share the food, and I was given the task of cooking, the steaks, whilst Brett made up some type of bean mix. Brett, commented on my rope harness and said that he liked the look, and the way it encased my butt and cock region, and wanted to take a closer look, if I didn't mind, I had no issue with him getting as close as he wanted, he checked the front, whilst rubbing his hands over my rope work, he asked if it wasn't too tight, giving it a pull, near my cock and balls. I told him I preferred it a little tight, then he moved to the rear of me and inspected the chest harness and the rope work near my arse, also giving that a pull, a moan, escaped my lips, and to my amazement, he said that he had heard that moan earlier today, Brett, raised his hands up to my nipples, first rubbing the excited orbs, then twisting them , generating another moan, " it appears my little cave man likes his nipples played with, what about your arse?", with that he gripped my butt, and gave it a slap, more moans escaped. I nodded, "that's not really good enough tell me, I want to hear you say it cave man". "I like you playing with my arse, I like you playing with my nipples" I said, by this time my cock had joined the party, and was jutting out from its rope bindings. I was so excited I would have said or done anything Brett wanted. "I wonder what else you enjoy" as he slipped his hand around the front, grabbing my now excited cock, I was stunned by how quickly my body responded to this dominate treatment, every part of me wanted more, my nipples were like hard pebbles and my arse hole twitched and relaxed as his hand explored my butt, but worst of all my cock began to dribble, and ooze with expectation. "On your knees caveman" Brett said, and my body went into automatic mode, and dropped. "this is what I like, a man that does what he's told, and you are going to do anything I tell you, aren't you" I just nodded, I quickly had my hair pulled back, " you will answer all of my questions verbally bitch" "now let's try again", the power and control he had over me thrilled me no end, and I responded as I thought he wanted me too, " Yes master, I will do anything you want, when you want". "Master? I like that, now open your mouth". Like remote control , my mouth opened and was rewarded with his beautiful horse cock, it gradually filled my mouth, and like a total slut, that I had now become, started using my tongue as he withdrew, then pushed back in hitting the back of my mouth, I relaxed my throat, and my new Master edged his cock deeper, until I felt his lovely balls hitting my chin, my gag reflex occasionally reminded me that I had something powerful and alive in my throat, and had to pull back, but lust had taken over completely, and without any encouragement drove my mouth back down on the invading monster. I could hear moans of pleasure coming from Master Brett's mouth, and the verbal encouragement and taunts, name calling, and the physical presence of this power dominate was building towards a powerful orgasm, I could feel Master Brett's legs tremble and shake, and then it happened. A power jolt of cream hit the back of my throat and mouth, and my slutty mouth tried to swallow, but the sheer volume, was too much, and strands of cum dribbled from my mouth, and as Master Brett pulled away, further ropes of cum connected us, I had to have it all, and so I pushed my head and mouth forward, to secure the last drops of his essence. Master Brett allowed me to show my eagerness and pushed his cock forward, back into my mouth until his beautiful horse cock started to deflate, back to its normal size. It was at that point my fate was sealed; I was going to be Master Brett's bitch for what amount of time he chose. Master Brett sat back down on his sleeping bag and watched as I prepared the rest of the meal, I was surprised to see that my cock was still oozing pre-cum from all the excitement, which my newly acquired master noticed, After I gave him his meal of steak and beans, he had me kneel down and place my plate between my legs. "I think you need some sauce on your meal bitch" he said, "now pull yourself off, I want to see your cum flow onto your plate". Without hesitation I grabbed my cock and stroked it, I also pulled at my nipples, twisting them in turn, my entire body was out of control, and it didn't take long for my orgasm to build, and all that I could think of was this beautiful god like creature that was now my controller. My hand was a blur as I brought myself ever closer, to the ultimate release, my eyes rolled, my body and knees shock , my arse started to hump dry air, every vein in my neck popped, " Please Master, may I cum, I'm about to burst" I pleaded, "Let me cum on my plate for you". "Do it now bitch, blow all over your food". Without another word spoken I released my load, coating the steak and dressing the beans with pure protein, I was amazed at the volume, but then again I was thinking about my dominate Master ever since the stream, some hours ago. Master Brett came over to my kneeling position, dipped a finger into my glazed steak and tasted the freshly prepared sauce; he brought the finger to his lips and sucked the finger dry. Then he kissed me deep, tonguing my mouth, I responded by moving my tongue to match his. As I watched his cute arse drift back to his seat and meal, I also began to enjoy my steak, savouring the sauce, and reflected on this incredible day, and I still had another day and night to go before returning to reality. But more importantly, what did this dominate, assertive man have in store for me. Only time and his imagination would tell.