Part 4: The Beast
Travis heard more than saw the slave called The Beast.
The blond jock had been on the ranch for months now. His cock weighed heavy inside the clear plastic chastity device, his shaved balls swollen with loads of cum waiting for release. His muscled body, built strong by years of demanding football coaches, was now at its peak. The guards and Masters of DZ Ranch had seen to that, honing him with precision workouts and a full schedule of hard labor in the oak studded confines of the remote ranch under the snowy gaze of the volcanic peaks of Lassen and Shasta in far Northern California.