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Ryan's story
After a few hours I was moved from the horse to the row of doms. The first one pulled his cock out. I opened my mouth without being told to. He washed my mouth out with a stream of piss. Piss and gobs of jizz ran down my chest. I was still bound as before. Once he finished, he grabbed my hair and started face fucking me. His cock was 7" and on the thick side. Watching all the events of the day must have made him horny, he deposited his load after about 5 minutes. The next dom whipped out his 9" cock. He also washed my mouth out with piss before jamming his cock down my throat. He left it buried and wanted my throat to do all the work. I tried, but he was so thick I could barely move my throat to milk him. My throat began to ache, and I know my effectiveness was waning, prolonging the whole event. He started slapping my face to show his disapproval, one viscous slap after the next. I tried to work my throat for him but was unable to satisfy him. I could see the other doms hard and ready for their turn. Losing patience, he told another dom to get a hammer and smash one of my toes every minute until he came.
Just as he spoke the door flew open. I couldn't see behind me, but by the way they were all looking in that direction I assumed it was Master. Instead a monster of a man strode next to me. His voice and features reminded me of Thanos. He gave the dom I was serving what looked like a gentle shove. His big palm pushing on the man's chest, causing him to stagger backwards. The dom was standing there hard and wanting. Before the dom could speak, Thanos said "Master said he's mine now." Nobody questioned him or even spoke a word. Were they fearful of him or Master?
He grabbed my hair and walked off, dragging my bound body behind him. I felt like a woman being dragged to a cave by a caveman. As we left, I heard the dom say "You know how to suck cock boy?" I felt bad for the hung slave that I serviced earlier, although I feared my fate would be worse. I was dragged from the barn, across the ground and into the bomb shelter. The skin on my legs not protected by the straps was raw and red. As we passed the large room, I heard my former dom's screams. I wondered what triggered that or if Master and the boy were just playing.
We entered a medium size room that appeared to be his personal quarters. He plopped down sitting on the side his bed and rested. After a few moments he stood and removed his sleeveless leather vest and hung it on a wall hook. His back was defined and muscular. I saw muscles on him that I hadn't seen on a person before. He removed his hood and hung that was well. All that remained were his leather pants and black boots. He turned and his chest was massive with noticeable striations. What really amazed me were his abs. The height difference between the peaks and valleys of his abs was amazing. I wasn't surprised by his chest after seeing his massive, veined arms, but his abs were something I wouldn't have imagined. He was average looking and bald. He chuckled when he saw my expression. He unbuttoned his pants and opened them. He was smooth everywhere, so smooth in fact that I was sure he had the same hair removal that I witnessed when we first arrived.
He pulled his soft cock out. It was 8" long and as thick soft as any hard cock I've ever seen. I could only imagine what it was when he was hard. He broke the silence. "HGH... human growth hormone. That and 4 hours in the gym daily... unless Master has a task for me." His pants were still pulled up. I was marveling at his size when he spoke again, "Tell me what happened? Why are you and the other guy here?" I told him what happened from start to finish. He chuckled saying, "You former Dom is screwed, he hit Master's new boy. But I'm going to have fun with you. Did you get any pup training?" I shook my head no.
"Lick my boots." I was new to all this; I had only been a slave for about a month before being brought here. I hesitated, but soon felt his boot pinning my head against the floor, the lugs of his boots deforming my ear. His other foot slid to my mouth. I think if he put his full weight on my head, he would crush it. I started lapping his boot and he lifted his other foot. The leather had a layer of dirt on it that was like a fine dust. I cleaned his boot the best I could, the strong scent of leather filled my mind. After the boot was clean and shiny, he switched feet. I finished and looked up and saw that he was rock hard. It must have been 12". He opened a closet and 6 pair of boots were neatly arranged on a rack only a few inches off the floor. "Clean them and clean them well, you are already going to get punished for hesitating to clean the ones I'm wearing." I took my time and made sure they were shiny all over. MY tongue was dry and fatigued, but I knew that was a minor discomfort compared to what would happen if I failed him. He put a leash and collar on me and lead me out of the room. The collar was wide, and made it all but impossible to look down. My ankles were still tied to my thighs and I walked on all fours. But I couldn't keep up. He pointed at a spot in the floor and said "STAY!" and walked off. I used the brief respite to catch my breath.
He returned with a 3-foot long rubber whip. He showed it to me and said. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. Never make a sound when I'm punishing you unless you have my permission." He raised his arm and started thrashing my back. I had to bite my lip to keep silent. The only sounds were swishes and cracks. He chastised me over and over, telling me I was a bad dog. After countless lashes he tugged on the leash again and lead me down the hall to yet another room. He lifted me up on a small stainless-steel table and opened a cupboard. He selected a rubber butt plug that had a tail attached to it. The one he selected wasn't that big, finally some good news.
He walked over to a series of glass jars that were labeled; "SILICONE", "CINNAMON", "PEPPERMINT" and "HABANERO". The jars arranged from good to worse. He dipped the business end of the butt plug in the habanero oil. Just removing the lid made his eyes water. He used his thumb nail to scratch my hole, then he fingered me. He pulled his thumb out and rammed the tail butt plug in my hole. The oil literally burning my hole and making me howl in agony. He cradled my head, petting me, saying "Shhhhhhhh" while guiding my head to his rock-hard shaft. He pushed my mouth onto his cock. I swear he was thicker than the horse, but I took all he had. Inch by inch it snaked down and attempted to stretch my throat. However, the tight collar restricted my throat and made it extra tight for him, and extra painful for me. As painful as this was for my throat, it was nothing compared to what my ass was experiencing. He slowly pulled out of my throat, apparently deciding not to cum for some reason.
He fit my hands with odd leather mittens, made to make me look like I had paws. He lifted me and put me back on the floor. He filled a bowl with dry dog food, and proceeded to piss in the bowl. As he stuffed his cock back in his pants he told me, "You are fed once a day for 5 minutes. Eat or don't eat, I don't really care." I walked over and sniffed the bowl, it occurred to me that my behavior was that of a real dog. The kibble was drenched in frothy piss, some of the kibble floating in it. There was no way I could eat this. I walked away, not even liking the smell. He waited for the full 5 minutes to pass and called me an ungrateful cunt. He poured some habanero oil on the food and said it would be here tomorrow. He led me out of the bunker, back to the barn.
When we entered the barn, the hung guy was...well hung. He was hanging from the ceiling, a rope to each limb. It looked like he was in a sling, but there was no sling. There was a 5th rope on his cock that ran to a pulley, then tied around his head. He was forced to hold his head up at the sake of his cock. A dom approached him and started face fucking him, which caused his cock to get tugged on and stretched. Thanos, marched me to the back of the barn to where the guard dogs were kept. It was a mix of Doberman Pinchers and Rottweilers. It felt like the plug had melted to my body. I was told, "This is where you sleep until you become a good pup." He tossed me in the kennel and the dogs circled me, assessing the new bitch. Thanos turned and left.