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Master was driving as usual... fast and abit reckless. I think he got hard thinking of me falling around in the cage. The cage was fastened to the bed of his truck and had solid walls.. except for many 1" diameter holes in all six walls. From passing trucks.. you could tell something was in there... but not a human pig. For trips Master always kept my hands locked in 'mitts', my balls always had a metal weight sealed around them just under my cock, and my metal collar was permanently sealed in place years ago. He would tie my balls to a rope.. and run it thru the window of the cab. The rope also had electro wires threaded thru it... this trip they were on opposite sides of my balls. The dog harness kept me on all fours.
At any given second, he would plug in the cigarette lighter adapter... and make me scream out in agony.. as my balls spasmed..and the scent of burning balls filled the box. Another favorite was to pull the rope TIGHT>> ripping my balls away from me... then take a sharp turn real fast. I would fall and flop around the box.. trying to keep my balance...and my balls! Of course... no one hears the cries... at 60mph! But where were we going now. Usually Master says something, or requires some special prep or clothing. But this time.. just lead me from my cage and loaded me into the truck... without a word. OH Shit.. a siren. I cant turn in my cage to see its source, but i get a sinking feeling when i feel the truck start to slow down. THe siren grew louder... then stopped about the same time the truck stopped. We must not have been on a very busy road, since i didn't hear other vehicles passing. I heard the cop approach... Master tried getting out of the truck and walking back, but the cop told him to wait in the cab. I could feel the cop's eyes checking out the cage.. while he talked to Master about speeding and the usuall bla bla bla. I was starting to relax.. when I heard the cop ask.. "whats in the box?" I froze with fear.. and heard Master say " just a cock-pig" I panicked... silently. What the hell was he doing.. we were going to jail for sure!! I heard the movement and noise as the tailgate was dropped.. and the rope on my balls go slack. The door feel back and Master ordered me out and on all fours on the ground. The light blinded me abit, but I soon made out the cops boots around me. He laughed.. and looked me over.. spread my ass... fingered my mouth.. I was confused... expecting Master to be arrested for human slavery... and released... Instead, I was being treated like livestock for sale. Finally the silence was broken when Master spoke, "Take him for the day if you need some relief". "hmmmm... any restrictions?" replied the cop. "Nope" Master said. My ball leash jerked hard... and i was put in the backseat.. and taken to a barn somewhere... far from. . wherever i was.. I had no clue. "Call me SIR, bitchfuck... or you wont leave here" he said in a tone that made me cringe. Sir released me from the dog harnes and attached my collar to a rope from the ceilign, my legs spread apart and tied to the floor barely able to touch with my tip toes. He positioned a huge cock shaped dildo about 1" from my asshole. It looked about 12" x 7" around. The kind you see on display and say... NO WAY ANYONE.... He pulled a hose over to me.. and attached a cone shaped thing on my cock. I recognized it from years ago as a cow milking machine. Must be a dairy farm. He switched it on... and incredible pleasure flooded my long neglected cock. Master never cared about my sex needs... it just wasnt important. It took only a few minutes before my slave-cum was going up the tube.. ECSTACY... only the pumping/sucking action. .didnt stop.. and my sensitive cock grew irritated. Soon my limp cock...was hard again... and another load.. blew... and after what seemed like hours... another. Now my cock was burning and cramping in agony... but the pump didnt stop.. ever... and I was in tears. Meanwhile, my arms tied behind by back..and pulled up and roped to the collar, SIR turned his attention to my balls. a tight noose tightened along the neck of my ballsack and about ten pounds of wts tied to it with a string about a foot long. Sir smiled when he saw my eyes..wide with fear.. look at the weight. Sir dropped it from a foot above my balls... and I screamed all the breath from my lungs.. as the weight almost seperated my balls from my cock. He was laughing as I could focus back on reality... the wts swinging. He took a lighter and lite some kind of 'flame in a can' A wide circle of fire was buring from the 2" diameter can.. when he positioned it just under my weighted down balls. You could smell the small hairs on my balls cinged and my balls started getting hot .. FAST>> SIr hadnt gagged me... and I was free to beg... and cry.. and scream out.. But no one could hear me. And it seemed to make him laugh.. He had stripped down to his boots and a raging hard-on.. that looked about 8x6 with a big mushroom head. I pushed up on my feet.. trying to lift the weigth..and bring my balls off the roasting fire. My muscles began to ache..and cramp.. and I was forced to drop down on my feet..and bend my knees to give them relief. Of course, this returned my balls back in the heart of the flame.. and I would scream out.. and lift up again. Only to repeat the process over and over. Sir much enjoyed my struggles "Dance fucking pig.... love watching a fags balls roast.. you don't need them you cockwhore" Unfortunately for my ass.. he hadnt forgot the dildo... It was attached to some kind of jack. Sir went be hind me.. and after a few click-clacks.. the huge head was positioned at my hole. Luckily lifting me up slightly..and removing my balls from the flames just abit. But at the same time.. spreading my hole Sir must have had me like he wanted, I could see the pre-cum dripping fromhis cock when he walked in front of me. He pulled an old bullwhip off the wall of the stable. I began to cry and beg, my voice cracking and going hoarse while trying to get him not to whip me. Master had bullwhipped me once for a party and the agony can't be described. But SIR didn't hesitate or break his stride as he walked behind me. I heard the first whistle of the whip in the air.. and then the searing pain on my ass. My body rocked forward in agony.. swinging the weight and my balls.. in and out of the fire...and pulling them further away from my cock. Meanwhile the milking machine have milked my balls dry.. and finally fallen off my shriveled and cramped cock. The strikes landed harder and spread over my ass and back. Sometimes the tip of the whip would lash around my ass and strike my cock or balls. I lost track of time and reality.. lost in a world of pain. Sir only stopped a few times.. to crank the dildo further up my ass and to replace the can of flames that had died down too low for his needs. I past out and felt relief in unconsciousness. When i came around, I was bent over a low bench.. and SIr was fucking me up the ass with hard deep thrusts. When he saw me stir, he told me what a waste of flesh I was... that I served only to please real men's cocks... and that I was just a cum dump. He laughed at that thought... I felt his cock thicken and spasm... and he held his cock deep inside me...and breed me with his load. I wondered how many other loads he had spent.. before i woke. I will never know Sir walked around in front of me.. and I instinctively took his cock in my mouth and gently cleaned it and sucked it for him. "yea.. Cum Dump... perfect for you".. he continued to laugh.. while I sucked his cock and he heated up an electric branding iron. Sir feed me another load of his cum, then grabbed my upper lip.. and traced out the words. "CUM DUMP" on my upper lip. I was in no condition to resist, even if I wanted. SIr walked away laughing, gathered up his things, dressed, and drove away. Sir had ordered me to straighten up the place, and to service any cock that I saw until Sir's time of usage was up. Sir must have put out a public announcement on the CB. I lost count of how many cocks I serviced... from all different kinda of men. Didn't matter... I was a cum dump. and they had cum in need of disposal. Finally Master arrived.. and watched the last guy pump my ass full of seed. As i cleaned off his cock, Master dressed up my wounds..and put me back in the dog harness, attached his ball ropes, and leash.. and lead me out to the truck. After being fixed in the cage, Master resumed his drive. I collapsed exhausted and slept.. not sure how long, but I now we are not going back toward home..... The adventure continues......... Author contact: [email protected]
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