Storm Discovery Part 12 - Berlin Weekend

Author: plugged
Title: Storm Discovery, Part TWELVE - Berlin Weekend
Date: 03 August 2007

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Werner and Schmidt (just plain "Sirs" to me) returned from their trip
to New York early on Friday and called Master to let him know they would be
by after lunch to collect me for the weekend. I knew only because FS told
me after he put me in my cage to wait.
I had noticed FS taking a much more hostile view of me since the day
the video was shot, when he himself had been so abused. He lorded his
superior slave status over me, being rough whenever he was moving me from
place to place, and being especially brutal when Master allowed him to fuck
me in the ass or mouth.
But like it or not, our distinctive chest tattoos locked us in
partnership, perhaps for life. His thick "FS" and my "OS" were a pair, and
anyone seeing us together or apart would know we served the same man.
There was one noticeable difference: Master for some reason had decided
to have FS re-grow his pit hair...but he limited it to a very narrow strip
that ran from way above pit center to way below it. But while the patch was
narrow in width, the individual hairs were allowed to grow as long as they
could! They stuck out, even with his arms down. With his arms up the strips
of hair looked like long explanation marks. It was the most unusual pit
hair I had ever seen. My own remained shaved, as was my entire body from
the neck down.
Shortly after 1:00pm, I heard the rumble of the Mustang and knew it was
time for my long weekend to begin. Naturally, I was rock hard and leaking
at the very thought of it!
Master apparently wasn't concerned about my safety...he wasn't even
present when they came in to get me, leaving that duty to FS. As a slave,
he was required to be submissive to them, but he was also in charge of me.
He had pulled me from my cage and had me at his side when he knock came
at the door.
FS opened it and greeted the pair, keeping his eyes on the ground,
holding the leash attached to my collar with one hand and his partly-hard
cock with the other. He was naked, befitting his stature. Master had
trained him to stand using one hand holding his cock, not pulling on it or
anything, just holding it looking adolescent, which of course was Master's
plan.
The dark haired Schmidt wasted no time, pulling out his long cock and
grabbing my ears to position my head in the right angle, sticking his
quickly hardening took in my waiting mouth right inside the from door.
The blond Verner on the other hand had his eye on FS, who made the
mistake of looking up at Verner's face for a second. Verner slapped him
smartly, put his hands on FS's shoulders and forced him into doggie
position. With NO lube or spit or anything to ease the passage, he rammed
his cock into FS's hole, fucking at a fantastic jackrabbit pace. Even FS,
fuck-hole that he had become, was somewhat taken aback by the quickness of
it all! He was howling with passion, pushing back onto Verners big tool in
time to the thrusts, trying to match his guest-master's tempo.
Schmidt has a tempo of his own going, and it involved slamming in and
out of my mouth, going deep enough to block my throat on his downward
movements.
FS and I were living up to our tats, just as Master wanted. The two
German Masters switched back and forth with their OS and FS, filling us
both with their cum and piss, covering our faces with their spit and
keeping our holes filled with anything that was handy.
After a while, they dressed and pulled me by leash out to the Mustang
trunk, leaving FS with a kitchen-sized fire extinguisher stuck in his
stretched asshole. They had positioned it below his ass in the rimming
chair and forced him down onto it. FS was bound in place by rope and gagged
with a butt plug the Sirs had recently used on me. He did not look happy,
and I wondered what was ahead for me in the next 48 hours.
After another uncomfortable ride in the small trunk, Verner (SIR!)
grabbed my leash pulled me out and yanked me to the ground. In a minute or
two we were back in the loft. I immediately saw something new in the center
of the living room: a iron cage hanging by chain from the huge rafters
twenty feet above.
Black-haired Schmidt (Sir!) went to the wall and used the chains to
lower the cage to the ground. I was quickly stripped of the leather shorts
and tank they had put on me and forced inside the vage on my back. He used
restraints to attach my hands and legs to the corners of the cage, which
was just large enough that my body was immobilized. They both pulled on the
chains again to lift the cage (and me!) up so my head was at about crotch
level.
Verner (SIR!) put his dick through the bars and pissed into my mouth,
which I had opened by reflex. Drinking piss was not a chore for me at
all...it had, in fact, become something of a reward! I gulped it down
gratefully.
The other Sir left for a moment, returning with something also on a
leash...I couldn't turn my head enough to quite see it at first, and I
worried for a moment that it was a dog...bestiality was outside my
experience and, as far as I was concerned, outside my limits too!
Instead, attached to the leash was a decked out leather slave boi with
spectacular muscles and a bright pink Mohawk hairdo! Although he was
brought into the room on all-fours, Schmidt (Sir!) pulled him up to his
feet and dragged him to the side of the cage where we could see each other.
Other than the pink hair atop his head, the boi was completely
hairless, and it looked permanent. He was short...shorter than me
anyway...but as I said, extremely muscular. They must keep him in a gym, I
thought. He was wearing a silver and leather slave collar, a thick
rough-leather harness, and a jock that matched his hair. He was NOT
smiling.
"Greet the new slave, cunt!" Schmidt (Sir!) ordered the boi, who greeted
me by spitting through the bars onto my face.
"Let him taste your waste!" came the next order, and the boi was almost
immediately pissing on my head. I moved as much as I could to catch the
stream in my mouth, but he intended to mark me, not quench my piss thirst,
so most of it covered my face and body.
"Here...you're on vacation as much as we are...play with him...we`re
going to nap" he said, letting go of the leash and handing the german-boi-
slave a bag of sex torture implements.
Schmidt also removed the boi's slave collar, giving him superior
status over me (as if the fact that I was in a cage wasn't enough!) I
immediately noticed there was a tan-line collar remaining on the boi`s
neck. His masters apparently had him tan wearing his collar so that the
resulting band of untanned skin would cause him to be recognized as a
slave-boi even with the collar off.
The two sires left their german boi and I alone.
Almost immediately the boi reached into the cage with a long leather
crop to start slapping my balls. He lit a cigarette and smoked as he abused
by nuts...alternating from one ball to the next, alternating hard and soft
blows. Then he worked over my cock, which had softened somewhat from the
ball abuse. When I started yelling out my pain, he grabbed an inflatable
gag from his bag of toys and shut me up, rubbing it on his crack first so I
could taste the sweat and juices from his musty hole. Still my moans could
be heard from behind the gag.
Eventually he tired of the ball abuse and he inserted a dildo through
the bars. It was the kind with a ribbed handle to give him a better grip,
and he used the grip to rip at my hole.
I had presumed he spoke only German, but as he worked my hole, he let
loose: "fickin' american scum...moans an makes noise just `cause there's
something in his ass? What kind of a fickin' slave cunt are you? Dontcha
have any discipline at all slut?"
He was jamming the pole into me as he spoke, and I fought the urge to
make noises of protest, not wanting him to be right about my asshole and
about me. I was quickly errect again.
The boi kept that up for a while, playing with himself all the while but
not cuming, which apparently was against his orders.
Next he took a parachute ball stretcher with a clamp on the end out of
the bag. He quickly and roughly fitted it over my red and hurting balls and
then attached something to the end. He dropped it toward the floor but the
chain was too short and it swung under me...I had expected a heavy weight
and was surprised when the weight was minimal. Next he put a pair of
individual metal-teeth nipple clamps on...the chains on them were long, and
again, he attached something to each end, swinging it over my sides toward
the floor. The three chains swung gently under me.
I was perplexed! Whatever was attached to the chains didn't weigh
anything to speak of...what was he up to?
The boi left my sight and went onto an outdoor patio area, returning
with...a dog! A puppy, actually, and within seconds he had the dog chasing
and grabbing the rawhide bones he had secured to the ends of the chains
that led to my nuts and tits.
For an hour he played with the pup, putting one or the other of the
bones in his mouth and encouraging the animal to tug on it...and tug he
did! My tits and nuts were being stretched over and over again by an animal
that had no sense of what I was going through. The other animal...the
boi...did know, but simply didn't care. He urged the pup on and on, the
cage swinging around on its chains. When the hour ended I had some very
sore balls and tits that were red from the abuse.
The German slave put the dog back on the outdoor patio and returned to
my side, removing the tit clamps and watching the pain in my eyes as the
blood flowed back into my tender nips. He tied one of his heavy boots to
the parachute ball harness and swung it around, opening the end of the cage
where my head was located, and pressing my head down to accept his shaved
balls. He played with his cock as I bathed his nuts, trying hard to keep
both of them in my mouth at the same time...a tough task because his nuts
were huge, probably from being tortured by his masters! Again, he seemed
close to cumming, but didn't. He'd let his semi-hard tool rest on my neck
and upper chest as I continued sucking on his orbs.
He reached down and savagely pinched my sore tits, grabbing my erect
cock and giving it occasional pulls. Soon I was leaking and oh so close. He
seemed to know exactly when to stop though, and he kept me on edge for half
an hour.
That's when his masters woke up and came back into the living area of
the loft. He immediacy dropped to all fours, his head looking at the
floor. Of course I remained in my own submissive position, locked in a
cage, gagged, drenched in piss, and holding a dildo in my ass. The cage
swung slightly, and the room was silent.
It was time for him to revert to slave, and for me to test whatever
limits I still had.