Consequences Ch. 07

Chapter 7. The Slave Farm the next day

My fears of being dragged out in the middle of the night as replacement for the slaves serving in the house proved to be unfounded. Many hours later the six weary and well fucked slaves were led to their cages and secured. Some had the visible marks of caning and flogging but none appeared to be too worse for wear apart from the obvious exhaustion. They were literally covered in cum from head to toe. Mostly dried but some still shiny and moist.

I dozed from time to time during the night but really didn't have any meaningful sleep. My mind was racing the whole time about what would happen next. I saw the light from the sunrise creep slowly in from the open doorway to the barn but apparently none of the masters were early risers and we were left undisturbed for a few more hours. Eventually exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep. The first six slaves had already succumbed to sleep immediately after they returned and were sleeping soundly.

I woke with a start when the door of my cage was unlocked and opened. A naked Master Dominic unlocked the chain from the cage, dragged me out and then proceeded to connect it to the following five slaves. He led us up to the house in silence with no one daring to speak.

We were led into the kitchen and given tasks to prepare and serve breakfast. The other cuckold and I were tasked with cooking, the others with serving and preparing the table for the masters. I realised two things at this point that should have occurred to me much sooner but for my overloaded imagination.

Firstly we hadn't exchanged names at all so I didn't know his name nor he mine. I guess as far as the masters were concerned we were all slaves and didn't deserve any differentiation. Secondly I realised I hadn't eaten anything for the preceding twenty four hours or more and I was ravenously hungry.

Luckily the kitchen had a huge stove with eight burners and an ample supply of cookware. The refrigerator and pantry were stocked to bursting with everything that was required. The other cuckold told me that cooking wasn't always part of the weekend at the farm as many of the Masters were accomplished chefs and prepared the meals for their cohort. The slaves inevitably were tasked with serving and cleaning up.

Preparing a simultaneous breakfast for twelve hungry men is not an easy task but we soon had a sort of production line going. A huge pan of scrambled eggs, kilos of sausages and bacon, sautéed mushrooms, hash browns and beans were prepared and served with sourdough toast. Percolated coffee by the litre along with cold pressed juice from the bottles in the refrigerator. The other slaves had plenty of time to set the massive table for twelve and were lined up ready to serve as soon as we plated up.

As soon as the Masters were served I thought it best to start the cleanup and got straight into it. I had the presence of mind to keep enough in reserve for seconds warm in the oven and sure enough they were called upon by the Masters who obviously worked up a hunger the night before.

Time seemed to fly by but in truth I had absolutely no idea what time it was other than it was daylight. It could have been ten, twelve, two or four for all I knew inside the house.

Us cuckolds were left to complete the clean up after the meal and I worked hard to make sure it was spotless and incapable of being criticised. I still wanted to ensure that I could get through the weekend without being punished for poor performance or bad behaviour. If they chose to punish me just for laughs well I had no control over that. The other four slaves were sent to one each of the four bathrooms in the house. I was told by my cuckold buddy that the Masters each took a shower one or more times a day and were washed and dried by the bathroom tasked slaves. He said that more often than not this resulted in arse licking and face fucking to finish.

When the ablutions were complete and the kitchen cleaned and inspected we were all led outside to a very comfortable space at the rear of the house surrounded by outdoor furniture was a fire pit obviously used during the winter. There were umbrellas and side tables and coolers on wheels filled with various drinks. There was a large timber frame to the side with multiple fastening points and ropes to secure the victim.

The cuckolds were tasked with ensuring the drinks were distributed on demand while each of the other slaves were allocated to three masters each to play with them. When required we were to take the place of an outdoor bathroom urinal. A full start to finish beverage service. Over the next few hours of fucking and sucking and drinking I was called upon on multiple times to kneel in front of a master, take his cock in my mouth and swallow his piss as he emptied his bladder. In reality starved and thirsty as I was it wasn't as bad as I would have expected. Drinking lots of fluids the piss wasn't particularly unpleasant and they showed more restraint than expected so as not to overwhelm the human plumbing.

To say the least I didn't feel thirsty anymore as the day progressed.

If you said it was the equivalent of a Roman or more likely Greek orgy you would be doing no justice to the debauchery that ensued that day. The slaves mouths and arseholes were pounded and filled with cum relentlessly by the Masters one after the other or two and three at a time on one slave. One slave made the mistake of saying he couldn't take any more of the arse fucking and would they please let him have a break. His request was obliged politely by the Masters who told him he could take a break from the fucking.

I thought that this was far from the severe and uncaring domination that I expected. I was soon brought back to reality when they dragged him to the wooden frame and tied him spread eagled and restrained. The look on his face was what you would expect from a man condemned to suffer for his own stupidity. The three masters he had been allocated to then took turns in punishing every part of his body. Starting with a cattle prod, an electric shock device designed to get the attention of a bull through it thick hide. It was applied to his genitals time and time again. He yelled in pain the first couple of times before he was to exhausted than to do more than just flinch.

Time had no meaning by then but I estimated about twenty minutes of cock shocking took place before they felt he had learned that lesson. They each then took up a cane or a flogger and proceeded to flog him from his feet to his head, front and back, with occasional slaps to the face. No blood was drawn but the stark contrast between his pale skin and the red witness marks of the cane and flogger were going to be around for a few days after at least.

The fucking and sucking carried on for a few hours until the sun started to wane in the west. I had my belly filled with dominant piss many more times and was feeling overwhelmed with the need to go myself but I knew that would be a catastrophic failure if I did without permission. The Masters decided it was time to retire to the house before dinner. The slaves were instructed to clean themselves under the cold shower on the outside wall of the barn and to return to their cells where we would be checked on later. We were given permission to relieve ourselves while showering and I breathed a sigh of relief.

After a chilling shower I shook off as much water as I could before returning to the cell to air dry. I took the opportunity to check my phone and there were more messages from Chrissy.

In the first she said she was having a wonderful time and it was great not having to worry about what I. was up to. She said Master Dominic had provided her with still pictures from the video cameras around the farm and in the farm house and she thought I looked so sweet 69ing my cuck buddy but she particularly enjoyed my human urinal performance. She said everyone in her group had enjoyed looking at the pictures as well as a couple of people she had befriended since arriving.

The next was a picture taken at a restaurant. From the left Chrissy was pictured, then her friend Vivian, then an attractive woman I didn't recognise then my heart skipped a beat. The next person was Angela, the receptionist from my office and then I thought I would have a heart attack/. Next to her was Mary, my younger sister. She captioned it that she thought I would like to see who was on the girls weekend with her and who had enjoyed the pictures she shared. I was horrified that Mary and Angela had seen my homosexual behaviour but my dicklet was hard and dripping at the same thought.

The next pic was titled after lunch siesta. It showed all five girls on the bed naked. My sister was between Chrissy's widespread thighs licking her pussy while Angela was being licked by Vivian. Chrissy had a wicked smile on her face and her hand resting on Mary's head as she serviced her. The lady I didn't know was holding the phone taking the picture selfie style. I could see she was naked as well.

The next was a picture of six twenty something young men standing shoulder to shoulder naked with great physiques and large cocks. It was captioned, Last nights entertainment, one for each and a spare. Great planning don't you think?

The final was a picture of another group of fit young men this time fully dressed. It was captioned, Tonight's entertainment. Hope you're having fun because we are.

I turned the phone off and put it aside. I was wondering how I was going to get through until tomorrow without my balls filling to the point of exploding without warning.

Continued in Chapter 8....Saturday Night at the Farm