Storm Discovery Part 13 - Slave Workout

Author: plugged
Title: Storm Discovery - Part THIRTEEN - Slave Workout
Date: 03 August 2007

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"Fun's over you fuckin' sluts...time for our entertainment! Get your
slut collar on boi!" said Verner (Sir!).
The boi (I found out soon his actual name was Mark) grabbed the slave
collar and put it on, staying on all fours on the ground. Schmidt-Sir
grabbed a whip from a nearby wall and started using it on the boi's back
and legs. He didn't flinch at all! This was obviously one really-trained
boi!
"Did you have fun with the caged slut you bitch? Was it nice to have
something lower than you for a few hours you fucking pansy?" With each
question the whip struck, over and over. Although the boi didn't react at
all, I found myself flinching with each blow, wondering if I would be next.
Schmidt-Sir came to me and removed my gag, ordering me to open my
mouth. Once I did, he spit repeatedly in it and on my face, which was soon
glistening with his fluid. I wasn't even a little surprised when he whipped
out his cock next and started filling my open mouth with his piss, telling
me NOT to swallow until I was ordered to do so.
My mouth filled alarmingly quickly, but before it could overflow Sir's
supply ran out. Just to play, he stuck his finger in the pool he had
created and twirled it around, mocking me as a bitch toilet boy, suggesting
he should get one of those disinfectant smelling white things they place in
urinals to add to my mouth.
I was carefully and slowly breathing through my nose...until Sir
pinched my air nostrils closed with his fingers!
I struggled, fighting the urge to swallow the piss-pool in my mouth
so I could breathe...he kept his fingers on my nose for about a minute, and
my eyesight started blurring. Just before I thought I would pass out, he
let go of my nose and ordered me to drink his piss at the same time. I did,
sputtering a bit from the combination, but getting all of it down.
Their other slave boi's whipping was over, and Sir Verner had placed
him on his back on a leather covered table up against the loft wall beneath
a window. From a drawer, he pulled out a porn magazine and laid it over the
slave's face, pushed his legs back and started fucking fast and
furious. There was a monologue too:

"Fuckin' punk bitch boi...we should have left you in our cellar
back in Berlin you piece of shit! You're getting uglier every day, so ugly
I need a magazine to cover your nasty face and inspire me as I fuck your
worthless pussy!"

There were ropes attached to burglar bars behind the bed, and
Sir used them to keep he boi's legs in position. That gave him
free use of his hands. And he freely used them to attach the
meanest jet black tit clamps I had ever seen. A chain
connected the two, And sir used it to pull himself forward into the
boi's hole...I could see His tits pulled out several inches from his
chest. And I could See sweat pouring off his face from behind the
magazine.
Schmidt (Sir!) took me to a St. Andrews cross and quickly
attached me. Then he inserted an inflatable gag in my mouth and
pumped it up. From a chest nearby, he pulled out a bag of black
wood clothes pins. For the next fifteen minutes he attached them
to my body, one at a time, grabbing my skin as needed to provide a
place for the wood to hold on. They ran the length of both arms
and legs, but he save the bulk of them for my tits and cock and
balls, which soon had starburst patterns around them, the pins
pointing outward from each main point of contact.
I had played some with clothespins myself before my new slave
life, and I knew they weren't especially painful when they were
put on. It was after they were on for a while and the blood had left
that part of the body...that's when removing them caused pain that
is hard to describe. He left me on the cross, grabbed a camera and
took some tourist shots for back home...then he wandered over to
his home-boi slave and helped his fellow Master fist fuck the much
abused german boi.
When he finally came back to me a good half hour had passed,
and that made the removal of the clothespins an event of agony.
He worked in a pattern, removing one from one leg and then the
opposite arm. Removing one from my right ball and then my left
tit. And, of course, he told me what he thought of me in his
Heavily accented English:
"Fuckin' slut American slave! Do you know how lucky you are
that I didn't leave these on for two hours? That's how long shit-
boi over there asks me to leave them on...he is a true slave, not
some weak make-believe part-time wanna-be!"
It took him a full half hour to remove all of the pins, and I was
In agony for every second of that time. That marked the end of my
weekend with the Germans...they put their own boi in the cage for
collecting later and drove me (in the trunk, of course) back "home"
to Master. Apparently they were satisfied with me, despite their
verbal abuse...they asked Master if he was interested in selling
me! He said no...indicating that if they doubled their price he
might change his mind! They declined. I know now why Master
raised the price... he already had an offer that high for me, and I
was soon going to meet a new owner!