Storm Discovery Part 3 Prepping the Loaner

Author: plugged
Title: Stom Discovery part 3. Prepping the Loaner
Date: 03 August 2007

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When FS was done using me, he hosed me down and pulled me over to a
walk-in closet. He pulled out a series of items to put on me: a dirty brown
leather dog collar that smelled like it had been used for a long time on an
actual dog; There was a gag with an open tube in it that forced my tongue
out of the way and left my mouth wide open. He strapped it tightly around
my head and put a small lock through the back. It forced me to breathe
mostly through my nose.
Then he installed a leather cock and ball ring device made of three
rings that confined but at the same time displayed my newly shaved cock and
balls; a bright yellow jock-strap; a pair of very tight brown leather
shorts that were so short my cock and balls made the jock bulge out from
the bottom, and a skin tight yellow tank top that my newly expanded tits
practically poked through. On my feet went a nasty smelling pair of old
running shoes. Finally, around my neck went an inhaler that I was pretty
sure was filled with poppers.
He clipped a leash onto my collar, shoved me down on all fours and
tugged at me to follow. When I quickly obeyed, he reached down and slipped
something into my mouth with a pat on my head. It was a dog biscuit, and he
didn't have to order me to start chewing as I crawled along next to
him. "Come on bitch, keep movin'," he ordered.
Since I wasn't blindfolded, this was the first real tour of the place,
though my dog-level view was somewhat limiting. I awkwardly worked my way
up the stairs and down a long hallway with numerous doors on either side,
most of them open. In one I spotted a boi in a cage wearing a military
cadet type uniform. He had a bright pink blindfold on and he was sucking
the cock of a man in an army uniform, who had poked his cock through the
bars. In another room a very muscular Asian boy wearing a white navy shirt
and sailor's hat with his ass high in the air. He was licking the boots of
a nude, skinny skater-punk boi who was striking the "sailor's" back with a
whip. There were other figures in other rooms but we were moving too fast
for me to take them in. Clearly this was an amazing place!
Finally we ended up in a large room with a very high ceiling. Heavy
beams crisscrossed the room way above our heads (especially way away above
mine, in doggie mode).
Master was standing under a spotlight in the middle of the room, and
he was a fucking amazing thing to see. I knew from before that he was
black, big, tall and muscular, but now! In his tight Levi 501's and a stark
black lycra sleeveless muscle shirt that displayed his well developed tits,
reflecting sunglasses on his eyes and two broad leather bands circling his
ample biceps, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I was salivating, and not
only from the gag. He was a black god.
He walked over and took the leash from Fuck Slave, pulling me up
sharply to my feet. By instinct I glanced down at the ground, avoiding my
own reflection in his shades.
"About time you remembered where your fuckin' eyes are supposed to be
focused shithead!" he growled. "NEVER look at me unless you are ordered to
look at me. You punk white trash slave bois don't have any fucking common
sense!"
As he spoke, he grabbed my hands and attached them to a chain hanging
from the ceiling beams. He got his face up close to mine, having to bend
down to do it because of his size, and spit into my mouth gag tube. The
saliva quickly worked its way into by throat.
It tasted like the best wine in the world, and hard though I was, my
cock inflated even more.
He grabbed my tits through the boy-beater and twisted them as he spoke
deep and low into my face: "We're going out tonight. I'm going to have you
delivered to my favorite playroom so some of my friends can take you for a
test drive. How well you perform for them will determine whether or not you
get a position as my lowest entry-level slave. You do want to be my slave,
don't you slut?"
I was sweating a river, a river of perspiration running down my shaved
underarms and wetting my shorts. I nodded a sharp yes, knowing better than
to try to talk through the gag. And I really meant it. I really did want to
be his slave.
He reached into one of my pits and wiped his fingers through the
sweat. Then he forced those fingers alongside my gag and into my mouth,
giving me a taste of myself. (I'm blushing as I write this, admitting that
I enjoyed it!)
"Taste good, cocksucker? You are a slut! Getting hard licking your own
sweat!! That mouth action is going to be your specialty, by the way. You
did pretty well sucking downstairs, but by the time I'm done with you,
you're going to be the best oral slave in the state. You'll get to practice
that plenty tonight, plus a lot more. Some of it will turn you on," he
grabbed my hard cock as he said that, "and some of it will hurt you. But
you're going to take all of it because you want to be mine. Right?"
Again I nodded. He spit into my gag again and I gratefully swallowed
it, lusting for even more! He called FS over and held out a glass. "Piss!"
he ordered.
FS did it on commend...no shyness here...and filled the glass. I was
not surprised at all when Master poured the glass into my tube. I
gagged...it was hard to swallow it all without a tongue to guide the
flow...but I got it all down and relished the flavor. I had come a long way
since I had discovered FS in the tornado wreckage! So many of my fantasies
were coming to life!
Master slapped my ass a few times, causing me to swing on the chains a
bit, then he ordered FS to take me down and remove my gag.
My new Master pulled my head over to his pit and ordered me to start
licking. He didn't really have to order me, i immediately used my tongue to
work up and down through his pubes, absorbing every drop of his man juice
sweat, not even breaking stride when he pulled me over to the other arm.
"Very good boi! I chose wisely I see!" with that he reached into his
picked and put two half pills in my mouth..."These will help prepare you
for your evening, boi." I could see one was a viagra, and suspected the
other was "xtacy". I's used both before, and knew I was in for an
extraordinary night.
Master then handed my a cell phone and told me it was time to cut
contact with my previous life...that I was to call the ambulance company
and any roommates I had and explain to them that I was going away for a few
months, or more!..."Tell them you were traumatized by the storm," he
suggested..."but tell them not to expect to hear from you for a while."
Fortunately I had a roommate who would understand and could handle my
sudden departure. He would store my things for me and handle any inquires
from my few family members and friends.
Work was a little more awkward...they had searched everywhere for me
after my rescue truck was found abandoned, but I assured them I was fine
and would need an extended leave of absence. It was granted, but I'm not
sure they really believed my store of stress.
With that business taken care of, now all I had to do in win a spot in
Master's home.
FS reinserted the tube-gag in my mouth, put tight locking rubber mitts
on my hands that prevented me from using my fingers, and walked me out to a
pickup. I was loaded into the bed and laid down flat like a big bag of
potatoes. FS got into the drivers seat and started the truck as Master came
to the side and spoke to me. "Fucker, you are representing me tonight,
don't let me hear a bad report! You do what you're told...everything...and
maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have some of this when you come back. I
took a chance and glanced up toward the top of the truck bed...Master was
standing on the running board and he had his cock in hand...a monster that
would earn him respect even if he wasn't a muscle god already. The splash
of piss did take me by surprise, and I aimed my gag-tube as quickly as I
could and got a gulp before he stopped, got down, and let us head off for
The Garage. I had been anointed with his scent for the night.