Equsine, Part One By bamaboi2serve@charter.net
I lay on my side, with my head stretching to allow my mouth to reach Masters left nipple, suckling on it, gently of course, using my tongue to softly stroke it. Master had his muscular left arm stretched out above me.
My arms were secured behind my back with tight fitting, shiny silver handcuffs. I was allowed to have one leg up along the edge of the bed where my body balanced, the other supported me on the floor. It was an awkward position, intentionally so. Wouldn't want a bitch slave boi getting comfortable on his Master's bed!
The position had several benefits, the first being that Master liked it. He loved my soft adoration of his nipples almost as much as he liked the hard whipping he would give me later as a reward.
Such was my life as a boy of the best Master in the universe.
Another benefit to my current nipple licking position was that my nose was close to His left pit, another source of wonder for me and the others who served him, I had to constantly fight the urge to slide my nose upward to burrow into his pit hair. I couldn't do that because it would remove my mouth from his tit and prevent me from following his current command. Instead, I breathed in his aroma from a few inches away, knowing it would cause my confined stick to try to harden.
Master required all of his staff refer to their own boy parts as sticks and stones. He kept all of us locked in chastity cages designed just for us. They were bright copper in color, and part of our duty was using our body fluids to shine the metal, keeping it stain-free and shiny.
Once, a boy was caught licking his fingers and tasting his fluids instead of using them to polish his cock cage. He was punished for a year. A year! Master is stern. He does not accept disobedience.
So I continued for my second hour sucking on his left tit as he continued reading his book. Eventually, I knew he would shift me to his other side to pleasure his other large, darkened nipple. When I finished, my tongue would be raw from the service, yet I would walk around the compound with it hanging out of my sissi mouth, a sign of pride. "See what I did for Master today!" it would proclaim. I, of course, could proclaim nothing, since Master had removed my vocal chords two years ago.
I would also be stiff after providing the nipple service, but I accepted it as another signal that I had done my duty for Master.
I came to Master's service young...just a teen. Now I was 20, and had won a certain amount of respect from Him for never saying no, for doing anything and everything he had commanded me to do. He pointed to me with pride when training new bois.
"Wah here has never said no. Never!" He would roar, and I would smile inside.
My name used to be Tommy, but he renamed me almost immediately. I started as assface, then cuntsucker, then craptongue. There were more, but a year ago he had proclaimed me Wah, and so I remained. I still am not sure what it means.
All of my names were tattooed on my back, a line of them starting up top with "Tommy" and (so far) ending with "Wah". Sometimes Master would display me in art galleries, making me stand naked (as always...I really can't even remember what clothes feel like!), standing on a riser, facing the wall for hours as adult visitors read my back, their teenaged children playing with my cock cage and sticking their fingers into my holes, demeaning me as Master intended.
Did I really do everything he demanded in those years?
Yes.!
Even the most difficult action, which I have decided to write about today.
It was three years ago, and I had proven myself over and over to Him, but one day another Master was visiting, and questioned Master's statement that I never said no.
"To Equsine too?" he mockingly asked, looking at me with contempt.
"Equsine?" I wondered, What was that?
I was locked to a modified St. Andrews Cross at the time, and had been treated to the cum and piss of the visiting Master's half dozen slave bois, swallowing it all without missing a drop. I could tell the bois were enjoying finally having someone lower than themselves.
My stomach bulged from their combined offerings.
My tits were clamped by the most brutal clamps in Master's arsenal...a spring-loaded pair with snub-nosed points that treated my tits like a steak being tenderized.
I had worn them for a new record that day, five hours, and I knew I faced record setting pain when they were removed.
My ass was opened by a huge bright chrome speculum and Master had told the female slaves accompanying the visiting Master to empty their bladders into me. The cross has been turned, holding my gaping asshole open for them to climb up on a small stepping stool and fill me.
When the last bitch had pissed into my hole, Master had the speculum removed, I knew better than to let any of the bitch's liquid leak out, even as the cross was turned and I was right-side up again.
Master stared at the visitor. The silence was uncomfortable. I was worried I would be blamed for the apparent disagreement between the Masters.
"Even Equsine." he started firmly, locking eyes with the huge superbly muscled Black Master who had challenged him.
I had to admit, the visitor was hard to look away from! He had a perfect height/weight ratio, beautifully developed muscles from his delicious feet upward to his shaved head, with just enough body hair to proclaim him Master, as if that was necessary. His skin was a coffee color. All of his bois were white. My Master, on the other hand, prided himself in the diversity of his stock. There were white bois like me, Black and Asian and Indians, and many combinations of all of them. The only common factor was body shape. We were all kept in typical "swimmer's build", while the visitor's slaves were diverse in shape and hair style (or lack of style), and body ornaments. One of his bois had four pounds of metal in various piercing!
"Prove it!" the Black Master almost spat the words...leaving Master no options.
They were friendly, but not friends, and it was clear what would come next: I was to take part in "Equsine", whatever that was.
Soon staff slaves were untying me from the cross. I squeezed my ass shut, to keep the liquids in me until my body absorbed them and worked their way to my own bladder.
I was immediately led to a doorway I had never gone through before...then there was an anteroom, and finally a huge ballroom sized chamber in which I saw what I was in store for, though my brain raced to calculate it all. The room was brightly lit, with multiple video cameras on robot like arms jutting from the ceiling and walls, allowing a complete 3-D record of my encounter to be kept.
But in the center or the room was the only thing even close to being worthy of the name Equsine.. I could feel the vibrations, smell an essence in the room, hear a deep throated rumble, like the voice of a man of massive stature who voice alone could shake the trees.
[to be continued]
Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Submitted with permission
from Master Daddy Sir