Carbondale Slave Ranch
Scott and Juan are sitting at the bar at the Eagle sharing a cocktail, just like they do on so many nights. They are dressed in their leathers, tight fitting leather pants that show off their nice asses, leather harnesses that show off their gym-built chests, and black leather arm bands with blue piping around their right biceps, indicating they are ready for some sub bottom action. However, that action almost never comes.
Scott is a 54yo, 5'11", 190lbs white man, muscled but not in an overbuilt way, slightly furry chest that he keeps neatly trimmed, a respectable 7c cock hanging between his legs, shaved balls, and neatly trimmed pubes. Scott has had a successful career as a doctor and is about ready to retire early. He has wavy brown hair, now giving way to some distinguished grey along the sides, a neatly trimmed goatee turning white around his chin, and there is a little grey tint around the edges of his chest air. This man would be a catch and walking down the street gets head turns from both men and woman on a regular basis. Sexually Scott has always preferred to bottom. Despite his sexual desirability, he is more comfortable on his knees sexually servicing a more dominant man, whether gagging on a cock, deep rimming a sweaty ass, or being bent over for a hot hard pounding. In his 30's he moved to San Francisco and exploded into the leather scene there. With his youthful good looks, he had lines of masters, young and old ready to make him their slave for the night. Scott soon discovered he had pain pig tendencies. He loved being strung up and feeling the sting of a single tail laying into his back, heavy weights hanging from his balls, clamps digging into his tits, all while being tightly hooded and gagged so all he could experience was the total domination and pain. Throughout his 30's and 40's while building his medical practice during the day, he was naked on his knees in backrooms and dungeons, servicing and getting whipped by night.
Juan is a 52yo, 5'7", 150lbs Latino man, also gym built, but with a completely smooth chest and very little body hair. The hair on Juan's head is still dark black which he keeps trimmed short. It matches his searing dark eyes, which along with his smooth square jaw makes him one very attractive man. Juan has a smaller than average 5" uncut cock hanging between his legs. One drunken night in his late 20's he let a Master tie him naked to a barber chair, shave his pubes off, and have a local tattoo artist ink the word "SLAVE" right across his hairless pubic region. That event seemed to define his sexual future. For much of his 30's Juan was an owned slave to a 50-something Master. Juan did not get off on the pain, it was more the control and humiliation he desired. Being told what to do, paraded naked Infront of his Master's friends, made to drink piss from a beer glass in the bars, and being passed as a sexual object from man to man. Juan's relationship with his Master soured as they aged, and Juan found himself back out on his own by his 40thbirthday. Juan is the son of immigrants, a US citizen whose parents came to this country from Mexico seeking a better a life. He grew up in Amarillo, TX, but as he realized he was gay in his teens, he decided he needed to leave behind both his very conservative Catholic upbringing and the red state of Texas. On his 18th birthday with a teary family good-bye, he packed his bags and headed west to San Francisco. Not only did Juan discover sexual freedom in California he also discovered his computer skills. When he wasn't spending time with his Masters, he got a degree in Computer Science and joined a dot-com startup. By the time Juan was 35, his start-up was sold, and Juan was set for life. He volunteers time in LGBT youth shelters but decided not to go back to another corporate job.
One night, while both Scott and Juan were in their early 40's, they found themselves naked on the floor of a dungeon together, tied, gagged and being used by a roomful of Masters. Once they were kicked out at 5am with red sore asses and faces covered in dried cum, they headed to Scott's place to clean and shower up, before heading to a drag brunch together. There, over mimosa's they became fast friends and while not partners or sexual with each other, they were rarely apart.
As time moved on and Scott and Juan moved into their 50's. Even though they were still very hot men, they noticed the opportunities to be a sub with a hot Master faded away. The Masters/Dom's their age wanted (and could get) younger meat for their sub/slaves. The younger Dom guys growing into their roles definitely wanted the younger/twink types and so opportunities became fewer and farther between.
So tonight, over beers at the Eagle Scott and Juan created a plan to fix this problem. They were both well off, attractive, physically fit men who had a desire to be used and dominated and they would figure out how to make that happen. They also knew there had to be a lot of other men just like them. Scott owned a ranch out in Carbondale, CO that had been passed down to him by his family. While it was a beautiful remote piece of property, located in a scenic Mountainous area, Scott had never had any interest or known what to do with it. They decided they were going to turn the property into a slave ranch, just like they'd read about in numerous gay bdsm fantasy novels. However, there was going to be a catch at this property. All of the slaves would be fit attractive men, in their 50's and 60's. The slaves would have to meet top physical criteria and then have to pay handsomely to "stay" at the ranch. The Masters would be fit masculine men in their 20's and 30's. The Masters would be invitation only dominant masculine men, who wanted to stay at an upscale Ranch and learn the art of domination and improve their skills. The Master's would get to stay for free, the only catch was that they had to use and dominate the ranch slaves. The Master's would be treated to a first-class B&B experience, food, pool, luxurious accommodations, and a stable of slaves to service them and for them to use and abuse as they saw fit.
As soon as Spring set in in Colorado, Scott and Juan headed to the mountains to start preparing the property. They turned the old mine on the property into an underground dungeon with stone walls, chains, Saint Andrew's crosses, and all the rest of the required dungeon gear. A pool and recreational area were installed in the yard. The ranch house was refurbished with 5 beautiful suites for the Masters. The barn was transformed into spartan slave quarters. There were stalls for 10 slaves and then a large open area for slave training exercises and an ominous looking large whipping post for when slaves needed discipline.
Next the guys had to recruit the inaugural class at the newly named Carbondale Slave Ranch. They decided to start with 4 slaves, 3 masters, and a Ranch Manager. The Ranch Manager would be an older Master who would corral the slaves and instruct and encourage the new Masters in proper slave usage. Scott and Juan took to the internet and sites such as recon to recruit the participants. Of course, Scott and Juan fully intended to be in the first slave class, so they only needed 2 more slaves, 3 masters, and a ranch manager.
SLAVES
In addition to scott and juan, the slave class included:
randy -- A 51yo African American construction manager from Saint Louis. Randy stood 6'0, 175 lean lbs. He had the fit/lean body of a construction worker, not so much muscled as just very fit. He owns an impressive 8" uncut piece and only sports short body hair on his head, pits, and pubes otherwise was a completely smooth.
ahmed -- A 60yo Middle Eastern head of a law firm from San Diego. Ahmed stood 5'11", had a very hairy body, a 7" cut cock, and was very fit from long cardio work outs and weightlifting in the gym.
MASTERS
The first master class included:
Dylan -- A 27yo white jock, 6' 1" basketball player, 180 lbs. mostly smooth, with a tuft of brown hair in the center of his chest, then a treasure trail that leaders to a furry set of pubes and a 7.5-inch-thick cut cock. Dylan likes to think of himself as bi -- a guy who still likes to please the ladies but will use a fag on his knees to take his pleasure when he needs it.
Chase -- Another 27yo white jock, actually Dylan and Chase were team mates on their college basketball team. Chase at 5'11" 190 lbs. is more muscled than Dylan and has a hairy body, that he keeps well-trimmed. His body is covered in reddish-brown hair including a goatee that gives him a sexy devilish look. He's sporting an 8-inch cut cock dangling from a bush of reddish-brown pubes. Chase more openly embraces his gayness and brings Dylan to the clubs looking for hot boys to tag team.
Trey -- A 30yo African American. Trey is a newly minted attorney who likes to play rugby on the weekends. So, he has a bit more of a football player build at 6'0 210 lbs. He has short cropped black hair on his head is smooth shaven and has a dusting of light black curly hair covering his body. His 9-inch-thick uncut tool makes a statement all of its own. Trey loves going to the leather clubs and finding boys to dominate.
Ranch Manager
Rusty -- A 54yo real life gay rancher from Oregon. Scott and Juan came across him at a gay rodeo and talked him into participating in their venture. When not herding cows on the ranch, Rusty can be found down in SF, herding animals of the human male variety.
Carbondale Slave Ranch Opens for Business
Rusty and the 5 slaves arrive at the ranch a week in advance of the Masters. Rusty gets the slaves into their routine with chores, discipline, and he picks one every night to use in the dungeon to test everything out before the Masters arrive.
It's a sunny Saturday morning and the 3 Masters arrive on flights to the Aspen airport. They are greeted by a Limo driver who takes them and their bags to the Carbondale Slave Ranch. Rusty greets the arriving Masters shows them to their room, gives them time to settle in and then calls for them for slave inspection.
Masters Dylan, Chase, and Trey walk out onto the center yard. Showered and looking sexy in athletic gear, shorts, and backwards baseball caps. Rusty grabs his bull horn and calls the slaves out for inspection. Naked, except for leather collars, scott, juan, randy, and ahmed, walk out from the barn into the afternoon sun and line up facing Rusty and the Masters. They stand at parade rest legs spread and hand laced behind the backs of their heads so that their bodies are totally exposed for the masters. scott takes a look at the whole scene playing out before him and a wide uncontrollable grin crosses his face as he takes in what is happening here and he feels his cock take a big firm jump. The Masters proceed with their inspection. As they approach each slave, they bend them over, spank their asses, put their fingers deep in their well cleaned asses, squeeze their balls and smack their cocks. The masters make comments about how good their dicks are going feel deep in their asses and down their throats.
When the inspection is complete Rusty turns to the Masters and asks how they are pleased with the slaves. In general, the Masters agree they are a fine lot, but Trey looks up and points at ahmed and says, "No slave should have that much body hair. He needs a good shaving." Rusty nods his head and orders the slaves back into the barn. ahmed has a cautious fearful look on his face as they march back into the barn.
ahmed is secured hands overhead to the whipping post while the Masters take chairs in a semicircle around the post. Rusty sends a slave to care for each Master while he gets his straight razor and a bucket of soapy water ready. The slaves, scott on Trey, randy on Dylan, and juan on Chase, kneel down and begin licking their Masters' feet. Meanwhile Ahmed has been gagged for his shaving as Rusty expertly removes the hair from his body. At some stage Ahmed springs a hard-on from the attention, which cause great amusement from the Masters. Dylan hollers out "Look the fag is getting off on having all the manliness scrapped away from his body. He'll make a nice cunt for one of our fat cocks." And they all have a good chuckle. When the shave is complete the Masters approach to inspect the denuded slave who's hairless body is now shining with his rock hard cock refusing to go down. Trey has taken a special interest in ahmed. As a first-year lawyer, Trey is relishing the opportunity to dominate the rich legal firm partner and owner. Trey looks deep into a frightened ahmed's eye and whispered into his ears -- "OK you naked hairless bitch -- you are going to be taking my hard, first year lawyer cock deep down your partner throat and up your pussy ass. I'm going to pound your ass so hard and deep you won't walk straight for a week." As these words are whispered into his ears, Ahmed's cock just gets harder and longer. Trey laughs, steps back from the man, raises his right hand and brings it down with a brutal smack across ahmed's hard cock. The smacked cock bounces all around as ahmed screams into his gag, but yet his hard-on persists. Trey smiles and says, "We really need to bring that slave cock down once and for all, someone turn this bitch around and get me a paddle". The remaining slaves hurry to secure ahmed to the whipping post with his hard cock painfully pressed against the wood and his ass facing out anticipating his next torment. Rusty hands a harsh looking wooden paddle to Trey. By now, all the Masters and even Rusty have chucked their clothes and are sporting hard-ons. While Trey prepares for the paddling, the other three sit down, and grab a slave to choke with their hard cocks while they enjoy the show. Trey enjoying the slow torment of ahmed, circles his prey and smacks the paddle against his hands a few times, and exercises the fully swing of his arm raising the tension in the room. ahmed's hairless body is dripping in sweat, but yet somehow his cock is still painfully hard pushing up against the wooden whipping post. Then "SMACK", Trey lands a hard full force stroke right across Ahmed's firm ass. Trey leans over and whispers in Ahmed's ear again "I'm just getting that pussy warmed up for my hard cock tonight". "SMACK" two arrives just has hard as the first but this one just on the right butt cheek. Quickly followed by "SMACK" three on the left cheek. By "SMACK" five ahmed's screams seem to have been replaced by sobbing and tears. The "SMACKs" continue until Trey has delivered fifteen hard blows and ahmed's ass is a bright red and starting to turn purple in spots. Trey walks around ahmed, spits in his face and walks back announcing to the room "The bitch's cock is finally soft, take him down, and bring me some cock cages to lock him in for the rest of the weekend". A slumping ahmed is slowly pulled down by the other slaves and laid on the floor. Rusty brings Trey a selection of cock cages. Trey smiles and selects the metal cage lined with small spikes inside. If ahmed dares to get hard again, he will get a swift painful reminder of why his cock no longer belongs to him. Trey walks over to ahmed now hairless and caged with a throbbing red ass and tells him to kneel at his feet. Trey takes stock of the transformation of Ahmed and knows he's about to cum massively. He steps up to the fully dominated slave, jacks his cock a few times, and fires, five big shots all over the man's face, including some right in the eye that Trey was quite certain would hurt badly. Trey looks down at the man and says, "I want to see you wearing that cum load at dinner tonight". Meanwhile Chase and Dylan had stood up to watch the show and were mercilessly skull fucking randy and juan. When Trey shot his load all over ahmed's face, the other Masters couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the back of their slaves' heads and pumped huge loads down their throats. The Masters were all spent and headed to the ranch house to shower, nap, and prepare for dinner. Rusty told the slaves to clean the barn and themselves (except for ahmed, who would keep that cum load on his face if he knew what was good for him).
Dinner and Bedtime
The slaves prepared a nice dinner for the Masters and Rusty. It was a more leisurely setting. The Masters ignored the slaves as they bullshitted with each other about their conquests and their powerful cocks. The slaves attended to every detail, filling wine classes, clearing plates and making sure everyone was satisfied. At the end of the evening, each Master selected a slave to take back to his bedroom. Of course, Trey picked ahmed, to make good on his promise to fuck him senseless from both ends. Dylan selected randy with visions of power fucking his lean black body. Chase selected juan, feeling like the smooth skinned Latino man was just what he needed to relax after a long day. juan would be gently held and fucked all night long. And scott as the odd man out would go spend the evening in Rusty's room, no doubt to get a hard face fucking and then be allowed to sleep at the foot of the older mans bed.
Pool Party
The next day after breakfast the Masters were invited to enjoy the ranch's new pool area. Luxury lounge chairs were set up for each Master. And of course, as a private pool suits were completely unnecessary, so the Masters showed up fully naked in all their masculine glory. Rusty explained all the services that were available for their day at the pool. Of the 4 slaves, 1 would be the waiter, and the other three would serve sexually demanding functions. Rusty explained the Masters could select who served in which role. They all agreed that ahmed had a hard day yesterday and was indeed walking gingerly from the deep pounding Trey had given him, so he would get the relatively easy job of being the waiter.
Next up would be the urinal. Since the Masters would be flopping around naked in the pool and drinking lots of beer, they would need to pee a lot and it didn't make sense to have to go back up to the ranch house to relieve themselves. So, a pool side urinal station was setup. However, this one would be a slave powered human urinal. Chase said he had given juan and easy night and thought an afternoon of urinal service would remind him of his place as a slave. In the grassy area right next to the pool deck, Rusty planted a stake into the ground with a thick 7-inch dildo mounted on top of it. A reluctant juan was roughly grabbed by the Masters, pulled over to the grassy area forced to his knees and impaled on the giant dildo. Juan let a howl as he was roughly forced down the full length of the dildo. Next ankle and wrist cuffs were locked onto juan. His ankles were spread and Rusty staked those into the ground. His arms were pulled behind and also tied off to stakes in the ground. Juan was now unable to move. The final fitting was a urinal, funnel gag that was pushed into juan's mouth and tightly locked around his head. He would have no choice but to swallow every drop of the Masters' piss that was fed to him in this position. Turns out the shorter juan on his knees brought the funnel to the perfect pissing height for the 6-foot Masters. Watching this set up Dylan instantly got hard, but really wanted to be the first to use the urinal, so he worked to get himself to relax. Between breakfast and a few beers, he had a full load ready to feed the human urinal. He stepped up to juan a now helpless human urinal, spit on his face and let loose with a hot warm stream that soon filled the urinal. Juan was working as hard as he could to drink down the piss, despite its bad taste. As the funnel filled Dylan yelled at juan saying, "you better not let that funnel overflow bitch, or I will find a cane and your ass will regret it". Juan hated pain and that was enough encouragement, he gulped harder and manage to swallow enough piss to keep the funnel from over-flowing. When Dylan finished his epic piss, he smacked juan on the back of the head and said, "good job urinal". Turning to the other Masters, he said "boys you need to try this fucking thing out". As Dylan walked away, he did a quick double-take look back and exclaimed, "boys you won't believe this, drinking my piss has made this slaves pathetic little dick hard as a rock!". The boys got a good laugh and would have fun feeding juan their piss loads all afternoon.
Moving onto the next station, Rusty pointed the Masters toward a fully setup stockade on the other side of the pool. Rusty said "This will hold your sex bitch for the afternoon. Once fully locked in and bent over, secured by the ankles, wrists, and neck, this slave will be available mouth and ass for all your sexual service needs this afternoon. Who will it be boys?" Dylan piped up and said "Randy has a hot fucking ass and mouth; all you guys need to try him. Let's make him our sex slave". So Rusty set about applying a full coat of sunscreen to Randy before locking him into the stockade on the sun-drenched side of the pool. His sexy ebony body and hot ass was gleaming in the sunshine. All three Masters were hard as a rock at the site. Chase couldn't wait any more, ran over behind the stockade, spit on his cock and plowed into Randy's ass, full force. Randy started to howl at which point Chase called out, "hey boys this bitch needs a cock in his mouth to quiet him down, somebody get over here". Dylan didn't need a second invitation and came around the front of the stocks and buried his cock into Randy's mouth and started roughly pumping his throat. It was quite a site really, the two young white Masters on either end, plowing the older lean athletic black body of randy mercilessly. It did not take long for Chase to announce, "I'm going to breed this bitches' ass, I'm going to plant my seed so deep inside him, ah... ah.... Take it bitch, take my man seed you worthless slave. Ahh....". Listening to Chase come, was driving Dylan over the edge and he hollered, "Here comes my load". Dylan stuffed his cock as deep-down Randy's throat as he could get it, then held his head firmly, while he pumped spirt after spirt of his hot load down that gullet. Dylan screamed, "Fuck -- that's what I call a mouth, everybody needs head from this bitch multiple times this afternoon. Taste that load slave". Spent from fucking, the Masters moved onto the last station.
On the grassy lawn opposite the urinal station, sat a very large, harsh looking distressed wood Saint Andrew's cross with chains and medieval looking metal cuffs hanging from each corner. Rusty announced that the last station for afternoon fun was the whipping station, and being the last slave left, scott would be tied to the whipping station for the afternoon. Rusty had always known this would be for scott, so the chains were already at the perfect length to stretch his muscular body on the cross. The Masters dragged scott to the cross and once secured his back and ass were stretched and exposed with his feet barely touching the ground. Heavy weights were tied to scott's balls which Rusty kicked, so they'd swing between his legs, drawing a big grunt from scott. Next to the cross was a basket of implements. Trey having shown his sadistic side yesterday with ahmed, wasted no time and reached for a nice long single tail whip. He took some steps back and a few practice swings in the air, drawing a menacing "CRACK" from the whip. When Trey was ready, he pulled the whip back and let it fly, with a sharp "CRACK" he landed a bullseye between scott's shoulder blades. The shackled slave screamed and shook the whole frame as an angry red stripe appeared on his back. Trey turned to Rusty and said, "Please gag this bitch, this is going to get a lot harder, and I don't need to hear it scream on every stroke". Trey stepped back and cocked again and swung lower this time laying a firm "CRACK' across scott's very firm butt cheeks. This time the cry was muffled, but the angry red stripe emerged the same. Trey was an artist with his whipping, painting scott's back with a crisscross of lash marks and then a matching set across his ass. The sexual energy was explosive, both the Master and the slave were sporting giant rock-hard cocks. Even has scott dropped his shoulders and started to go limp his cock was at full mast. Trey dropped the whip, walked up to his slave, pressed his chest into the fresh whip marks, which caused a renewed pain sensation and whimper from scott. Trey leaned into scott's ears and whispered. "If you thought my whip was bad, now you are going to take this cock. Whipping you made it so hard, so thick, and so long, you are going wish I was whipping you instead of fucking you." With that Trey looked down at his encouraged manhood, spit on it and in one brutal thrust buried it balls deep in scott's ass. The gag couldn't even muffle that scream. Trey held is cock deep inside scott for a few moments and then began pumping his ass for all it was worth. The sexual energy at the cross was amazing. After a few moments, scott was pushing his ass back to bury the big cock deeper inside him, which just made Trey fuck harder -- finally Trey leaned back into scott's ear and whispered, "bitch you have earned this cum load, and you are going to take it deep and hard up your gut.". With that Trey pulled his cock all the way out to the head, and then with a merciless thrust buried it back deep into scott while his pulsing cock sent wave after wave of fresh cum deep inside scott. Trey leaned back to scott's ear and said simply "cum now bitch" and gave scott's hole one more hard thrust. At those 3 simple words without ever being touched, scott's cock shot load after load onto the ground in front of the cross.
And so the afternoon went, pool play, drinks, pissing, sex, and whipping. Finally, the Masters were tired and retired for the evening and sent the slave back to the barn. As they cleaned up and got ready for bed, scott and juan came eye to eye. They both smiled a devilish grin as their plan had worked and they found a way to get three hot young Masters to dominate them in every way possible. With a clint in his eye, scott leaned in and planted a full-throated kiss on juan. While it was quite unexpected, juan leaned in and gave back with the ferocity he was receiving. The two slaves returned to scott's stall together curled up and fell asleep in each other's arms.
More adventures from the Carbondale Slave Ranch to come....
The end.