The Visit - traveling to meet Daddy Bamaboi2serve@charter.net (With thanks to G.S. for inspiration!)
Picture it: i am wearing a collar with the name "Bitch" on it. I also have on triple a cock ring that forces my ball out like big grapes on a vine and directs my hard cock outward. But that's it. I'm mostly naked, while the others are fully clothed.
My cock is hard because I am turned on by being forced to act as cook and waiter for the two muscular men who are sitting at the kitchen table in the house I entered for the first time three hours ago.
The men's names are Bill and Jabbo. It's not likely I'll forget that because they wrote the names in dark black magic marker on my arms as a reminder, when I failed to remember then an hour ago.
I have finished cooking a steak dinner for them, managing to avoid all but minor oil splatters from the stove onto my naked flesh. One of the minor ones hit the head of my cock and it hurt something bad!
Daddy W (more on him in a moment) told me to do as ordered by these men, and they announced they were hungry. Thus the cooking routine. i carried the plates to the table and served them, kneeling on the floor a few feet away, my eyes cast down at the floor. Every now and then one of them would toss a piece of grizzle from the steaks to the floor in front of me, ordering me to "eat it!", and each time i would bend over and pick it up with my mouth, knowing i was not to use my hands.
I had made baked potatoes too, and when the men finished they placed what was left of them in a bowl and put it on the floor near me. They stood, and pissed at the bowl...I say "at" because a lot of it missed, spilling onto the tile floor.
"Eat!" ordered Jabbo"
"And clean the damn floor!" ordered Bill.
I got busy, messily eating the piss soaked potato skins and the piss they were soaking in, and then licking up as much of the piss on the floor as i could. i didn't know it till later, but Bill had secretly placed a crunched up Viagra in the potato mess...not that I needed any help right now, but later i would wonder how i managed to stay so incredibly hard throughout the evening!
i suppose i got most of the mess off the floor cause the men seemed pleased. My tongue was now coated with buttery potato, piss and a faint flavor of floor wax. But i was being of service and my cock told me i was having fun, had i any doubt!
Jabbo attached a leash to my collar and pulled me over to a door and soon we were walking down a set of stairs to a basement area. It was Daddy W's dungeon, which I had not seen yet. And in the center of the room was my home...for the next few hours, at least...it was an iron bar cage sitting on a raised platform with a spotlight above it. It took the men only moments to get me inside and bound, tied to myself and the cage, on display for the audience of two.
They left the dungeon and went to a side room where they could hear me in case of distress of some kind.
I remained on my back, my legs held up and secured over a wooden staff that ran through the cage. My arms were bent over another pole piercing the bars of the iron bar cage and my hands were cuffed to the bars behind my head.
My back rested on the bottom bars of the cage, my ass slightly raised up. The position left me and my holes exposed, though not exactly open.
A series of metal bands surrounded my balls, and leather ropes tied to the rings were pulled to the foot end of the cage, massively stretching my balls out and away from my body.
Some kind of metal devise was strapped around my head, holding my mouth wide open. A pair of Japanese style clover clamps were attached to my tits, and the center chain between the two clamps was attached by another chain to the leg cuffs securing my feet. Thus if I stretched at all, my tits got a workout. I was blindfolded, and I was wearing that thick leather collar with the word "Bitch" inscribed in silver on it.
They had inserted a large plug into my ass, and it somehow was sending an electric current through me at random times.
All of this, of course, kept me in a state of perpetual arousal. I was hard and dripping, a pool of precum had gathered on my belly, overflowing my "bellybutton" and dripping off me to the cage bottom. There was so much juice that I could feel it working its way over my side and towards my ass.
I was in the cage more or less willingly. I had in fact flown to Palm Springs to meet the man I had chatted with online for months. "Daddy W" was the way I knew him, and he had slowly taken charge of me during the I had spent with him in cyberspace, leading eventually to this: me in a cage, and him gone to dinner, leaving me behind like so much luggage.
My life-partner was with him at dinner. My partner had not only agreed to my confinement, he had helped Daddy W in devising it! He had flown with me, making sure I kept my butt plug in and my plastic metal-detector-safe tit clamps on during the flight, delivering me to Daddy W for a long weekend of abuse.
I could hear Bill and Jabo's voices from an adjacent room as I adjusting to the various implements on and in me. Daddy had promised he would never leave in bound and alone because of the potential danger. Suddenly the door to the other basement room opened and then closed again:
"Well, good to see he's not been roaming around !" Bill joked.
"Nice tits, stretched out like that...Oh look what I found! The control for the electro dildo! Lets see...let me turn it to a higher setting and see what happens...."
Suddenly my ass and a good part of my innards were jolted, a sharp tingling that was both painful and erotic at the same time. I couldn't see because of the blindfold, but my already leaky cock increased its output and jerked wildly. I started sweating...
"OK, OK turn it down a bit...don't wanna fry him, do we?"
"Naw, but I do want to play some with him..."
As I recovered from the jolting electricity, I felt a tug on my tit clamps. Apparently there was a rope tied to the chain between the clamps, and the other end was available to passersby for tugging. Then the electric jolt came back on briefly, beginning another random series of sensations.
Next one of the men started pissing on my chest, aiming his stream slowly up towards my neck, over and into my forced-open mouth and onto my blindfold, soaking it. He ended up in my hair, soaking me.
Then one of them, Bill I think, started coating the head of my cock with something, it felt like cooking oil, which gave me a start, but then, slowly it started warming up. Suddenly Bill took hold of my cock through the bars and started rubbing the cock head with something...a brush I finally decided. I found out later it was oil of wintergreen that he had put on me, the active ingredient in Ben Gay and other heat rubs, and it had my cock on fire! The toothbrush he was rubbing on my now burning cock was inflaming the sensation even more...the only way I can describe the feeling is like fire...and yet my cock seemed to get even harder!
All of this was obviously a great turn-on for me, and I was shaking from the excitement of the experience. This was my first night in Palm Springs and it was early yet! What possible adventures were ahead of me?
Jabbo or Bill reached through the bars and removed my electro plug, leaving my ass feeling empty and lonely...a feeling that was quickly replaced by a fullness as a significantly larger plug was pressed up against my asslips and pushed until my opening parted enough to let it in. Like so much of what was happening, it was painful but again, it only made my dick harder.
"Here ya' go, Bill he's read for a fill up!" said Jabbo. Almost immediately I felt a liquid of some kind entering my ass...apparently the plug had a hose attachment and something was being poured through it...from the sound I suspected it was Bill, who had not already pissed on me, emptying his bladder. When that stopped there was another liquid sound and my ass filled some more, and then it was repeated, I smelled beer...and realized I was being stuffed with ale like a beer barrel.
After a few cans, the plug was roughly pulled out and another one stuffed in its place. My belly was distended from all of the liquids, but my prick never softened, not even a little!
Jabbo and Bill left the room, back to their adjoining den where I could hear them watching TV...close enough to keep an ear on me.
I lay in my cage, adjusting to the wetness of the cooling piss on my body and the random shocks in my asshole which resumed soon after they left. Now there was liquid to help carry the shock through me. I found myself jolted repeatedly, my muscles tightening in anticipation of the next one. On top of that was the burning oil feeling on the tip of my cock! I was in auto-pilot hell and heaven at the same time, my brain working hard to keep up with all of the various stuff happening to my body!
About an hour later Daddy W and my partner returned, laughing loudly in good spirits as they came down the stairs to the dungeon.
Daddy W had told me he was going to take me on the town for display, and the very idea excited and worried me at the same time. What would he do to me in public? It was still early on Saturday...what was in store for the next few hours before the road trip? And what about my partner...what would HE think of all this?
"Hey slut...look like you entertained my company a little! I'd better get a good report from Bill and Jabbo! What's a matter? Cat got your tongue? Hee hee hee....hey, your boyfriend here is heading back to the hotel for some nap time...he may join us later for your bar tour...but we'll see how long you last..." Daddy W warned me.
Jabbo and Bill came in and Daddy thanked them for babysitting his slave-boi...they said it was their pleasure, as I well knew!
The door opened and closed as my partner apparently left for the hotel, Jabbo and Bill leaving for wherever they were going.
Daddy W came over to the cage and started unhooking the various implements attached to my bound body. Off came the tit clamps and the ball stretcher (though it felt as if my balls would stay hanging down near my knees forever!)...then he pulled out the poles holding my arms and legs and unattached the ropes and cuffs attaching me to the cage. Finally he opened the end of the cage and ordered me to crawl out.
It wasn't easy...I had to scoot down over the bottom bars, scratching my piss and pre-cum soaked back a bit. When I was finally out I rose to my knees and stayed in place, knowing better than to stand up in His presence.
A heard the shutter of a camera. My Daddy was recording my time with him.
Daddy removed my blindfold and my eyes fluttered, adjusting to the light in the room, my face still was still dripping piss. More photos with my eyes showing, my mouth still wide open because of the metal dentist-like device shoved in it. My cock still burned from the oil and brush treatment.
He maneuvered me over to an open toilet and, pulling the electro plug out, pushed me onto the seat. He didn't need to order me to empty my bowels...it happened automatically because of the volume.
Daddy then led me to an open corner shower, attached rubber restraints to my hands and feet and secured my hands to chains leading from the ceiling, my feet to clamps at the shower floor. I was stretched as far as I could go, forming a big X in the center of the shower.
"Good boi! Now if I take out your gag, do you promise your Daddy you'll be good and quiet? Nod yes or no, cocksucker slave boi!
I nodded vigorously up and down.
"'I'll trust you, but one peep and you'll get a nice big cock gag to chew on slut!"
I nodded again and he removed the gag, letting me move my jaw for the first time in hours. I could hear it popping, the joints adjusting.
Click Click...more photos of me spread out in the shower.
"I'm gonna want to show these around later boi...you know, at Christmas or something...we can talk about the boi from the South who came and let us do such nasty things to his body! You probably noticed the video cameras in the room too...nice little home movies!" I hadn't, but knew he was telling the truth.
I shuddered a little, perhaps from the now cold piss, but also from anticipation. What would happen to the video and the pics?
"I'm gonna take your collar off now boi, but just so you know that's the ONLY time it will be off this weekend. No matter where we go, in public or in private, you wear that bitch label with pride!"
"No little slave boi has the right to man-hair, boi, so off it comes. We'll leave you with some hair on your head...I know you have to go back to work eventually...but the rest o it is history! And by the way, don't think your boyfriend is going to intervene. He's given me complete control!"
Before he started stripping me of my symbol of my manhood, Daddy took soap and washed off the end of my cock, relieving me of the burning feeling for the first time in hours. It was all I could do to NOT cum in his hand, but I managed.
It took Daddy a good half-hour using electric clippers to remove all of the hair from my neck down, especially enjoying the pits and my crotch hair, he pulled on my hard on to get all sides and stretched my balls (easy after five hours of earlier stretching in the cage!). Midway through the process, he turned me around to get at the back of my legs and my ass.
Finished with the clippers, Daddy took the hand-held showerhead down and turned the water on...ice cold water! I shivered as he sprayed me down from head to toes, eventually the water warned a little and he was nice enough to cover me with that temperature.
Next came mineral oil and a very sharp straight razor, another half hour or so spent removing the rest of my body-hair. When it came to my ass and legs, instead of using the razor, he plastered on hair-removing gel and then left me alone for half-an-hour for it to work. The he touched up with the razor and oil.
When he returned from upstairs it was another one of those cold then warm rinses. I glanced down and could see all of my body hair washing down the drain. I could see I looked like a fourteen year old boy instead of my mature self. And yes, I was as hard as ever. Was there any debasement that would turn me OFF?
"That's more like it bitch...and speaking of that..." he returned my bitch collar to my neck, unhooked my arms and legs from the stall and threw me a rough towel, ordering me to dry off.
It felt very strange, not having any hair anywhere, and the towel scratched my skin a bit. It was like the opposite of a good hot shower, but when I thought of it, that's about what I deserved!
Daddy attached a lead to my collar and pulled me over the a side of the basement with some storage cabinets.
"Let's see now," he started, "just what do we want you to look like when you walk into the bar with me?"
As I had been taught by earlier masters, I knew better than to respond, and stayed in place averting my eyes. He would put on me whatever he wanted. I was his boi. I was his to do with as Daddy W pleased.
To be continued...