Consequences Ch. 06

Chapter 6. The Slave Farm First Day

The remainder of the week drifted back into some semblance of our previous reality if reality includes not wearing clothes whenever I was home. I looked after all the housekeeping chores around going to work and Chrissy went to her job on a daily basis as usual. My tongue was called upon to do it's job on her nether regions on a couple of evenings but otherwise normal service had resumed. We shared the bed and talked about mundane and routine things like normal with the underlying truth being my input was allowed but disregarded if ever it disagreed with the boss.

On Thursday Chrissy came home from work and announced that she would be going away for the weekend, leaving Friday after work and returning Sunday evening. I asked where she was going and who with?

"Well that would fall into the category of none of your business wouldn't it? Safe to say I will be having a very good time. As an addendum to our rules we have spoken about I will add that you are not allowed to contact me for the entirety of the weekend unless I contact you first and expect a response. I don't need to be disturbed by any triviality you may have in your head at any given time that might take away from my attention to who I am with. If I am feeling particularly generous I may send you a pic or two of my weekend away or then again I may not."

I immediately imagined having a weekend alone at home and naked attending to chores and maybe a bit of porn and wanking while the cat was away. I was looking forward to an overdue release of my blue balls before she added, "I may have something for you to do on the weekend to keep you occupied. I won't know until tomorrow but if it comes together you won't be bored and will have plenty to do. I should know by lunchtime and will give you instructions if that transpires."

My mind raced as to what she could possibly have in mind and what onerous task she had planned. Not bored and occupied for a whole weekend sounded like I'd be slaving my arse off the whole time she was away enjoying herself and not some pleasurable pastime. I knew better than to question her on the subject and awaited being told the following day.

I was having a work from home day and Chrissy dressed for work and packed a bag for her weekend sojourn as she was planning on leaving straight from work. She told me to keep my phone handy and that she would message me if her plans worked out for me. The morning passed uneventfully and I did some washing in and around working on line.

About 2pm I received a text message from Chrissy. "Lucky you fag boy. I've managed to arrange something to keep you occupied while I am away. Tim has mentioned he has an acquaintance that requires some help on his rural property and I volunteered your help. Be ready to go at 4pm."

I asked, "What do I need for the weekend?"

"Thats the good part. Nothing! Just be showered, shaved, clean and ready to be picked up. You won't need any clothes or anything else, apparently everything you need will be there at the farm. You may take your phone but I don't expect you will have much time to use it. Do exactly what Tim tells you to do and everything will be just peachy," she said with a chuckle.

I said I would be ready to go as expected and she hung up.

At 4pm I was ready as requested and waiting to hear from Tim when I heard a car horn out the front of the house. I looked out the window to see Tim waiting in his car on the street in broad daylight. I cringed at the very real chance of getting into trouble for being naked in the street but knew I had no choice and didn't want to risk the consequences of him having to come to the door to get me. I walked out to his car naked with just my phone in my hand. As I approached the car he popped the boot and said, "Get in and close it behind you, we've got a 45 minute drive to get to the farm."

As I climbed into the boot I saw there was foam padding on the floor and a thin well used blanket. I got the impression this had been used as a passenger compartment more than just for today. I closed the lid and we drove off. I had to brace myself in the stuffy confines of his boot as I was thrown one way then the other as he made stops and turns going to who knows where. As I expected I was completely disorientated and had absolutely no idea which way we were heading. I tried to imagine what places were in a 45 mile radius from home but I was totally confused by the turns and had absolutely no clue to the destination.

Time dragged in the mostly sensory deprivation of the boot and seemed like an age had passed when the sound of the road surface changed to gravel and was noticeably more bumpy. After about ten minutes the car came to a stop. Tim switched the engine off and popped the boot lid for me to get out. My eyes adjusted to the brightness and I looked around to see a farmhouse and a large barn adjacent. Apart from those structures there was no other buildings within sight and it seemed particularly private, screened in all directions by thick trees and the hilly landscape.

"Go stand at the front of the house and await your instructions. I could tell you to do what you're told but I think you will find out pretty quickly the consequences of not being obedient." He started the car and drove off with a "Good luck cocksucker. See you on Sunday."

I started to panic and wondered what the hell had I let myself in for. I could be at the mercy of a crazy person or maybe the victim of a cruel prank by Chrissy and Tim, dropping me off far from home, naked with no money at some random farmhouse. I was sweating nervously even though it was a mild and pleasant afternoon as I stood and waited, contemplating what my next step should be. Maybe Tim will come back after he's had his full of his entertainment at my expense.

I waited maybe 15 minutes or so before the front door opened and a fairly terrifying sight was revealed. A huge guy about 30 years old, bald head, goatee beard, maybe 6'6" tall and a 150kg of muscles on muscles strode out towards me. He was wearing a leather chest harness like you see in gay porn and a pair of black lace up boots and nothing else. He had a cock the size of a horse or at least it looked that way and it was hard and pointing the sky.

He looked me up and down as I shivered. "Not a very impressive dick I must say but thats not important. I'm having a get together here at the farm this weekend for a few of my dominant friends and their slaves and thought I could use an extra object for entertainment. Luckily Tim was able to provide you. He said you're a passable cocksucker and turned on by humiliation. There'll be plenty of that and much more as well."

He walked closer and lifted my dick, gave my balls a light squeeze, told me to bend over and prodded my opening. "You'll do. My friends and I do not tolerate any disobedience or tardiness responding to commands. If you don't jump when told to instantly you will be punished and I think you will find that extremely uncomfortable. Many of the slaves her are pain sluts and enjoy being pushed to their limits and the Masters are happy to accommodate. If physical torture is not your thing you would do well to avoid it. There will be rotation of duties during the course of the weekend. Serving food and drinks, toilet slave, fluffier, cum dump cleanup to name a few. You will be expected to complete any task promptly with enthusiasm. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good answer. Get on your knees and let me see what your cock sucking skills are like."

I dropped to my knees and kissed the head of his huge hard cock before licking the crown thoroughly and sucking it into my mouth. I was able to stroke the shaft with enough left over to stuff my mouth full of cock. I sucked and licked with as much enthusiasm possible to avoid finding out what the punishment might entail.

"Thats enough. You have some rudimentary skills which I am sure will improve with the amount of practice you're going to get this weekend. Come with me."

He led me to the barn and as we entered I saw it was divided into 12 cells or more descriptively cages. There were steel barred walls, roof and doors of each cage and were about 6' square and high. Three of the cages were occupied by naked men, all with their heads and bodies completely shaved. Each had a collar locked around their neck at one end and to the bars at the other with a chain. I could see immediately that there would be no way to escape the property without assistance. I was led to the next available cage and the collar locked around my neck before the door was slammed closed and locked.

"The others will be arriving within the next hour or two and then we'll get you lot out for some fun." He said as he walked away.

I asked the slave next to me if he had been here before and he said yes and gave me a run down of the place. He said it was run predominantly as a boarding and training kennel for gay slaves. Owners would leave their slaves for a night, a week or even a month for intensive subjugation and training by Master Dominic while the owners were otherwise busy. From time to time like this weekend they would have a get together of a few Masters and slaves for a weekend of dirty deeds in a group situation.

I asked what sort of activities took place and he said anything I could imagine and more depending on which Master was involved. He said some were extremely sadistic while others were just into having a subservient male satisfy their carnal needs but all would punish harshly any slave that didn't please.

I asked if his Master was one of the sadistic ones and he said definitely but more in a psychological way. He said he was married and had decided to share his fantasies with her and ended up giving up control to his wife. She started having sex outside their marriage while he was faithful only to her. She started a relationship with his now Master who brought him to where he was now.

His wife was away on a girls weekend on an island somewhere and he was here again to entertain the Masters. He said she frequently sent him to the slave farm when she wanted time away as she felt he came home much more appreciative of his life after some intense training.

I told him that I had a similar story but I had only recently confessed to my wife that I was interested in a female led relationship. He was surprised that I had ended up at such a hardcore place as the slave farm so soon after entering this lifestyle. He was several years into his submission and was still terrified of what might happen at the farm every time he was taken there. He had witnessed slaves being tortured mercilessly many times for apparently minor infractions and just the sheer volume of sexual activity was draining literally and figuratively.

He wished me luck and hoped to chat more during the course of the weekend if we had any downtime together. He seemed like a nice unremarkable guy that you would never suspect of such a kinky lifestyle if you saw him in the street. I guess I'd probably think the same thing if I was looking at me from the outside.

During the course of the next hour another 8 slaves were escorted into the barn and secured in a cage each. They all appeared to be previous visitors and did not require any instructions. I was apparently the only newbie here. Yay for me.

A little while later one of the Master's came to the barn and began unlocking the cages. He then removed each chain from the bars and fastened it to the collar of the next slave in line until all 12 of us were in a chain gang of sorts. He then cracked his crop on the arse of the first slave and said "Mush. Mush. To the house you bunch of worthless dogs."

We marched in silence to the house and entered into a large open plan area with leather bound Masters in comfortable seating all around the room. I felt like a piece of meat as they eyed each one of us up and down. We were commanded to lift our dicks then turn and spread our arse cheeks for inspection before initial tasks were distributed to ensure we were clean and ready to proceed.

One by one slaves were called out and led off to various tasks. Drink service. Food Service. Toilet Service. Footstool Service. And finally my cage neighbour and I were left and informed we would start as entertainment.

Master Dominic started, "As you two are the only two heterosexual slaves in the group, partially heterosexual anyway, with current wives away sucking and fucking their hearts out somewhere else I thought you could use some immersive gay therapy for our entertainment and your shame. You wont be able to say you're not gay and its only because I was forced to do something. You two will make love to each other while we watch. Not rough fetish sex, just real loving soft gay sex. It will be obvious to everyone watching that you are into it as I expect you closet fag boys will be. It's not completely unforced. You will be punished if you cannot completely satisfy everyone here that you really are into man love. Begin."

The comments exploded in my head. I've never looked at a man in isolation and saw sexual attraction. I saw my desire for domination and submission fuel a desire to be humiliated by anyone male or female but mostly female. Now I was going to have to play the role of 100% gay and make it believable or be punished, how hard I had no idea.

My neighbour turned to face me and immediately started to softly stroke the side of my face like a lover would. He turned my head and slowly started to kiss my neck and pulling me close against his body. I could feel his hard penis pressed against my stomach and shockingly my recently absent erection returned with a passion pressing back against him. I thought I would have to be active to avoid punishment so I started stroking my hands up and down his back as he reached between us and squeezed my nipples gently.

He took hold of my face and pulled me towards his mouth. Here I go. I was about to kiss a man on the mouth for the first time in my life. He started with gentle pecks on my lips before pulling me closer and penetrating my mouth with his long tongue. I returned the favour and our tongues wrestled each other in and out of our mouths.

The Masters let out a few whoops and comments about us really hiding our gayness up until then. I figured I was staying ahead of the punishment train at least for now.

My neighbour pulled me down to the floor and laid me on my back and continued to passionately french kiss me. Eventually he swivelled his body around into a 69 position and slowly inserted his cock into my mouth from above. He followed suit by swallowing my penis deep into his mouth. We both pumped in and out of each others mouths while stroking each others backs and buttocks like lovers.

He fondled my balls and then slid a finger into my arsehole making me squirm. I repaid the favour and fingered his arsehole. Eventually he pulled away and rotated above me to french kiss me some more while grinding his dripping cock on my leg.

Just as he was about penetrate my arsehole and take my anal virginity Master Dominic slapped his arse that with a crack that sounded like thunder. The slap rolled him off me onto the floor. Stop there. "You're not going to get to be first in that tight little hole slave. That prize is for a real man not a snivelling little cuckold like you. You get fucked around here not do the fucking. Both of you up on your knees with them wide apart and your hands behind your heads."

"Now, you are to suck the cock of the Master in front of you and when he has had enough you are to move to the next to your right until you have sucked each and every one of the superior cocks here."

In front of me was a darker skinned European looking Master wearing a black t shirt and nothing else. I guessed he was around 6' tall or a little less with a slim build. He had a long thick cock about 8" long of average thickness with a bulbous mushroom head and a thick bush of pubic hair. I crawled over to him and bent down and immediately took the head of his cock between my lips. I was terrified inside of what any potential punishments might be and wanted to make sure I didn't do anything that would be regarded as punishment worthy.

I licked and sucked on his cock and he started to thrust into my mouth. I stroked the shaft and fondled his balls providing as much male to male pleasure as I knew how to. I tasted the pre cum from his cock leak onto my tongue. He grabbed me by the hair and thrusted deep into my mouth until I started to gag.

He slapped my face hard and said, "Thats enough for now faggot. Move on."

I moved to the next Master to my right. He was an older guy around 60 or so I guessed. He appeared to be tall and lean and his cock was also well above average in length and girth. He was clean shaven all over.

Above average cock size was universal amongst the Masters it seems as I had observed with a cursory look around the room when we entered. All dwarfed the size of my dicklet.

He pulled me in close to his groin and said, "Start by licking my balls". I obeyed as quick as possible and started to lick his smooth and obviously full ballsack over and under and sucking each one gently into my mouth before licking some more. He raised his legs and placed his feet on my shoulders. "Get your tongue in my arsehole faggot" he ordered and I again obeyed not wishing to find out what the consequences might be. His puckered opening squeezed and released my tongue over and over as he used my tongue for his pleasure.

After he had enjoyed my arsehole licking for a few minutes he pulled me up by the hair and thrust his rock hard cock into my mouth and stated fucking my mouth. After only a short time he too slapped my face, "Move on".

The process was repeated over and over until I had sucked my way around all of the seated Masters present. All in all I had been sucking cock now for a couple of hours and my jaw was aching, my knees hurt and I wondered how I was going to get through the whole of the weekend if they kept this pace up. Regardless my dicklet was hard and dripping from the humiliation of the situation and my mind drifted a couple of times to wondering what Chrissy was up to and if she had any concept of what I was being put through or even cared for that matter.

I was brought back to the present by Master Dominic, "Time to adjourn to the dungeon gentlemen" which they all responded to with a hearty cheer. "Slaves, get to the basement now." I followed a line of slaves through a door and down the stairs to the dungeon. I saw there were padded bench's, crosses against the wall, chains from the ceiling, a leather swing, stocks and plethora of canes and whips and other bondage paraphernalia all around the room along with a king sized bed.

The masters entered and took up lounging positions all around the room and an image of a bunch of hungry lions observing their next meal entered my head. A shivered to my toes and prayed silently that i could get through what was sure to happen next.

Master Dominic walked to the front of the group of cowering slaves and held up his closed hand which had a bunch of straws sticking up. Twelve straws as it turned out, one for each of the slaves present. He offered the straws to each of the slaves in turn and said "Choose."

It turns out there were an equal number of short and long straws revealed as each of the slaves took their selected straw from his hand. I drew a short straw and thought this can't be good remembering the old saying. As it turned out the short straw recipients were gathered by Master Dominic and led back to the barn and secured in our cages. I wasn't sure if the Masters preferred to focus on a smaller number at one time or if they worked them so hard they needed fresh meat to continue their play later. My nerves were certainly not minimised by being led away, if anything I was even more concerned about what my fate would be. Master Dominic, having secured our collars and cages left the barn.