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.
SIR continued to rub the back of my head while he and his friends continued to catch up, laugh and tell stories. They were all sitting around and enjoying an afternoon cocktail and occasionally looking over at the rubber toy that was on its knees beside SIR. SIR snapped his finger and pointed at the ground in front of him so I immediately went over on my hands and knees and flattened my back like a table. SIR lifted his boots and laid them across my back like a footrest. Feeling the weight of his boots pressing me down made me groan into my gag and the position was making the zipper of my suit press the monster plug in even deeper.