By FirefighterSIR
For a day that had ended so brutally hot, the night was painfully chilly.
The slave shivered and stared upwards into the dim dawn sky through the branches of a spreading blue oak. That tree, which provided shelter for the primitive cage, shaded the slave by day and sheltered his naked collared body by night.
But that tree was not his friend and did not move to ease the slave’s hard use and suffering.
The slave guessed it was about 6 a.m. and the sun was still not over the rim of the hills when he heard the Captain stir in the small cabin about 20 yards away. He appeared at the door, totally naked except for unlaced boots shoved onto his feet, two dogs bursting out of the door behind him. His hairy muscled body was deeply tanned with thick black tattoo bands on his forearms and shoulders. His body hair was also black and trimmed tight against his heavy pecs and down his abs and legs. His cock was fully erect and he stepped out into the chill predawn easily.
The slave was now fully awake and staring but scared to move.
