Adventures of slave sal

"I think we can park there.” Tyler said pointing. 

“Right.” Max replied. 

In the backseat of the car, sal looked around at the deep forest they were in after the long drive. Naked with the exception of his chastity and collar. He remained silent while the men arranged things. That was his proper place. This would be a rough weekend. Most of the time when Master decided to take sal on a trip, it was to a resort or some comfortable place, like the ski weekend not long ago. This would not have the comforts a nice resort afforded. 

The car stopped and the men got out. sal slipped on the flip flops that would be all he had been allowed to wear. The trip through populated areas was scary, but it’s what his Master wanted. The fear of discovery excited sal, but the cage perpetually locked around his cock kept it from erecting. sal went to the back of the car as he knew he would be carrying all the stuff in the trunk. Max and Tyler stretched and joined sal, the lid popped, the men loaded sal with the first of the massive, heavy backpacks. sal was also given a box to carry. 

The men lead down an overgrown path. Tyler leading more than Max as He was the one who had made the arrangements. sal struggled, he had to bend forward to move, the box he carried in both hands made it more awkward, harder. sal had to sway some to avoid the branches of trees, making it harder for him to stay upright. 

sal’s arms quickly got sore, pulled by the heavy weight of the box. sal wasn’t put through this type of physical endurance often. This was not the gym equipment, this was actual camping stuff. It was not meant for being carried like this. 

It took a while to get where they were going. sal was glad for the thin flip-flops, as they provided the only protection he had from the nature all around. Tyler led them to a clearing; flat, evidence it had been used as a campsite before, a circle of stones with cold ashes. 

sal put down his box, unshouldering his backpack, glad to have his burdens off. Max pushed sal down, bending him over the box. sal felt his Master’s hand strike his ass sharply, multiple times, making the skin redden. Sharp with the sweat that had formed on the long hike. sal took it, as he had no choice, feeling the heat rise. Max knew just how to get sal to react exactly has he wanted, and he wanted a sore ass right now. After many strikes, sal felt Max press his cock against sal’s ass, forcing in, as was his right. 

sal opened his mouth to breathe in, to have Tyler’s dick enter. sal’s training took over at once and he began to suck it. Both cocks were large, and the slave had to adjust his insides to take them. After all the work, sal felt used, like he should be. This was his purpose. To make men feel good, to be used to put their cocks in. sal liked being of this type of use. Both men getting their rocks off on his body. 

Max’s dick was powering in and out with controlled rhythm. Making sal feel every inch, to know this was what his Master wanted. To fuck him, to feel the warmth of his ass. It was familiar to sal, filled sal in a way that went beyond his ass, filled his mind as well. Master did that to sal, commanded all his attention even if someone was fucking his mouth like Tyler was now. 

sal had to force himself to suck Tyler. Not that he didn’t want to, but his Master fucking him always felt so overwhelming it was effort for sal to concentrate on anything else. Tyler’s big cock was always great to pleasure, a cock on a muscled, fit body. Tyler got looks everywhere he went. sal was honored to serve him, to be what made him cum. 

A glance up told sal that Tyler had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Tyler got to use sal as much as he wanted, because he had permission. Tyler loved lording it over sal. Forcing his pecker into sal when sal was being fucked, making it harder on the boy was sweet, an exercise in power. And sal worked hard on sucking him, better than anyone else. 

Both men were bottoming out on sal, filling the slave with cock. There was nothing like being filled with dick for sal, to have men using him. sal’s body was buffeted by theirs as they each took their pleasure as they wanted, to sal it was glorious. 

Tyler came first, grabbing sal’s head and pulling it to his groin. Pubic hair pressed into sal’s nose, as Max grabbed sal’s ass and squeezed, continuing to pump as his seed shot in. Both men left their dicks in sal as they caught their breath. sal wanted to wiggle a little, but he wanted to keep the dicks in him more. Somehow, having the dicks deflate in him made him feel special, knowing he had pleased them. He got them hard, he got them to cum, they used him and he thought he had done well. 

sal gently sucked on Tyler as he just as gently tensed his ass muscles. Continue to serve the men, always. When the cocks withdrew, sal licked up Tyler’s cock clean before turning to clean his Master. 

Max indicated where to set up the tent sal had been lugging on his back the last couple of miles to where they were now. From use to use. Following the instructions the large tent was put up with reasonable speed. sal struggled a great deal, which only got the occasional guffaws from the men, showing they were at least entertained by his haphazard efforts. 

Once the tent was erected, sal put up the items he had carried. Going to kneel before his owner, sal bowed his head. “There is more, go fetch boy.“ Max held out the car keys, which sal took.

“Yes, Master.” sal kissed his Dom’s feet and headed back to the car quickly. Starting at a half-run, until Tyler yelled out “Faster bitch!” To which sal increased his speed to a full run. It was different doing this alone, under orders. he felt more exposed, the solitude of obedience, not in front of anyone, alone and naked. he felt his submission. 

At the car, sal popped the trunk, shouldering the heavy pack and more of the odd items. sal headed back lugging the items to the campsite, fully exhausted from the run. As he approached, he heard the Men laughing and enjoying themselves. sal was happy They were having a good time. It was sal’s job to do the work so They could fully enjoy Themselves. sal got to unloading and then back to the car. The times alone on the trail had sal remembering his servitude. It was much better with the Men. 

sal put everything to its place, so the Men could have a suitably proper campsite. The Men had watched him, sometimes making comments to each other. Some were about sal’s body and work. sal worked until everything was perfect, then went to kneel before his Master’s Feet. 

“Firewood boy.” Tyler said with arrogance. 

“Yes, Sir.” sal got up and started right on his order. he had to go through the bushes to find wood on the ground. Tyler had given him instructions for what to look for. As careful as sal tried to be, he could not avoid the scrapes of bushes. Little scratches appeared on his naked skin. As he found suitable wood, he put it in his arms, adding more small scratches. Once he had an armful, sal returned and stacked it, going back out. 

sal worked efficiently, getting a good pile of wood soon. As sal lay a set down Tyler put His Hands behind His Head, leaning back and showing off his bulging biceps, “This is how camping should always be. Much better.” 

“Yeah, if I’m going to be out like this, I want to be taken care of.” Max replied. sal rushing off to gather more wood. 

Soon, sal had enough wood, a subtle gesture from Tyler confirmed that. sal returned to kneel before his Master. Kneeling on the ground of the forest was different. The dirt felt wilder than doing this at home. sal felt so exposed here. There was no one else around, still all this nature seemed to have stripped any comfort he would have had in more familiar surroundings. It seemed like so many eyes were on him. he had nothing he could slip into like he could at home. 

“Fan.” Max said in an offhanded way. 

“Yes, Master.” sal fetched a large folding fan and stood to move the air around the Men so they would be cooled. sal had to keep the motion consistent, that strained his arms, it was more important to do a good job than be comfortable. sal could see the breeze move the hair of the men. That small thing meant sal was making them more comfortable. 

sal worked while the Men relaxed. The fan took effort due to its size. He had to do great arcs, as the men were spread from each other. he had to move the fan with enough speed to cool the men, not so fast to discomfort them. The men took it easy while sal sweated. 

The Men looked at each other, Tyler cocking an eyebrow. Max gave a nod. Tyler got up and went to one of the boxes He packed, sal had no idea what was in it. Tyler pulled a pair of long items and a couple bags out, handing one of each to Max. 

“So boy, we are going to play a game. These are paintball guns. Perfectly safe, but it is a sting when it hits you. And they will hit you. Here’s the game, you will get a head start. Tyler and I will hunt you. When we’re close, we’ll fire. When we do, you will shout out ‘The man has struck this beast’ hold your hands in the air and turn around three times. Then you will get another head start. We play as long as Tyler and I want. you understand boy?” Max looked down at His slave. 

“Yes Master.” sal knew he could trust his Master. But the paintball guns looked serious. he had to take it for his Owner. sal ran his palms over his thighs. he was ready for this. 

“Run.” Max said with a wicked smile on His Face. sal leapt up and ran the direction he was facing. he had to give them a good game. Naked, wearing only the thin sandals, he ran. More branches grabbed at his skin. sal angled to the right, using his hands to keep branches from hitting his face. Then he heard a gunshot. Not like in the movies, it has more of a pop sound. It must be the warning his head start was over. sal did feel like a hunted animal as he ran. Maybe he should try to hide? sal changed direction again. he wasn’t sure what to do. he felt the untamed ground under his feet. 

sal could hear the Men running, shouting. They were hunting him. sal felt excitement rise inside. This was a game. Master liked to play games, and this was settling in. sal would be able to give a great deal of joy to his Owner by playing well. Max always encouraged sal to do his best, He didn’t want to win by sal not playing to his utmost. 

Max made it within sight of sal, shouting for Tyler to join Him. Max aimed the paintball gun and pulled the trigger. The pellet hit a tree near sal. sal grinned and moved in a new direction. A second shot by Max connected to sal’s ass. It did sting. A sharp, round stinging that accompanied the wetness of the paint. sal let out a yelp, threw up his hands and shouted “The man has struck this beast” while turning and then continued to run. Max took off and sal could hear Tyler rushing to get close. A few more pops and paint spattered on trees. sal wove and bobbed around, hoping to not have any more. 

“Damn!” Tyler yelled as a ball struck a tree. sal headed away from that tree. Tyler’s next shot got sal square in the back. Sal arched his back in response. He did the got-hit routine again shouting “The man has struck this beast”. More running, but the Men were closer now. The next few shots hit, calf, thigh, back of his arm. sal had to repeat his turns. All hurt. A lot. sal was aching from the bright pain. A burst of speed and more erratic running made the shot miss the slave target. Max and Tyler moved to get sal between Them until sal turned around and headed in the opposite direction. 

The Men changed direction, letting more shots out. One hit sal in the side, ricocheting off. sal slid as one sandal almost came off. That cost him time, and several shots struck him. It was enough to make sal falter in pain. That gave the Men a clearer target, as they approached, firing at sal’s body. sal had to do several of his got-hit turns in a row.

sal tripped and fell. A few more pellets hit, before Max put His Foot on sal’s shoulder, exerting His dominance. sal stayed under the Foot of his Owner, looking up at the Man who gave him pain and fulfillment in life. “Want a blow job?” Max looked at Tyler.

“Always.” Tyler grinned, beginning to open His cargo shorts. 

“Service him boy.” Max ordered, kicking sal toward Tyler. 

“Yes, Master.” The Man’s Cock was hardening fast under sal’s expert ministrations. Tyler let out a sign of contentment. Max moved behind sal. 

“I do love using your slave.” Tyler grabbed sal’s hair and began strongly pumping into sal’s mouth. sal had to grab breath as he could, with Tyler controlling his mouth. Tyler always had great muscles and great control. He would keep His Dick in sal’s throat long enough to get sal to the edge of a problem and then let him breathe. In the home gym, it was for training, here it was to exert His control over sal. 

sal could tell Max was walking around the two of them. Under his Master’s watchful Eye, sal made sure he was delivering his best work. Not that Max’s absence would change that. Tyler had full authority to punish sal, so there was no letting things slip. 

sal’s tongue moved over Tyler’s Shaft, the way Tyler liked it. sal shifted slightly on the ground, feeling leaves. Even with the trees, the air seemed bigger here. Tyler’s Pubes scratched sal’s nose. The slave wanted to scratch, but he had to focus on his duty. 

sal moved his lips to add stimulation to the Man he was servicing. The big Cock filled him, he felt like he was doing what he was born to do. The hard and silky Shaft passed in and out, sal loved the feeling. Loved it for itself, loved how it made the Man using him feel. The animalistic movements and grunting Tyler was making proved to sal that he was doing as he should. Pleasing a Man. Causing the Balls to churn with cum. 

Max was still around, sal knew he was being watched. Tyler was being forceful and demanding, sal was offering no resistance. Giving a Man pleasure was the best thing sal could do. Splattered with paint, naked in a forest sucking off a Man his Owner told him to. Tyler gripped harder and pulled sal up against His Crotch. Cum filled sal, shooting down his throat. Tyler let out a literal roar which echoed over the woods. sal gently milked the Cock in his mouth when it finished feeding him Sperm. 

Tyler stepped back, His Cock falling from sal’s eager lips. sal remained kneeling while Tyler buttoned up. Max snapped His Fingers, pointed at the paintball guns and indicated they needed to be picked up. The Men started for camp with sal following behind. 

Getting in their seats, Max used hand gestures to have sal put up the paintball guns and fetch beer. Once the beverages have been served, sal knelt in anticipation of his next order. Max groped Himself. Attendant sal noticed He quickly chubbed up under the fabric. A few minutes later, Max unbuckled, His large Dick, and started stroking in the free air. “Get your ass on this slave.” 

“Yes, Master.” sal got up, turned his back to his Master and used his hand to guide the Cock into his ass. It slipped in with a familiarity that made sal feel complete. What sal always needed most was in him, as close as he could get. Impaling himself on His Owner. Max kept talking to His Friend, Tyler, while sal worked to fuck himself. 

Gripping his hands on the arms of the camp chair, sal bounced up and down so His Owner’s Cock got the full benefit of his ass. sal went all the way down, feeling perfectly filled by the large Dick. sal took a breath to selfishly enjoy it. he knew his Owner still got the better part. But just a moment, one time to feel Max completely sheathed in him. sal flexed his legs, going up so only the head of his Owner was in. Squeezing his ass, sal went down, the friction sending pleasure throughout Max’s Body. Max even took a second to close His Eyes and breath deep. sal did have a talented ass. Made fucking him always an experience. 

Tyler smiled, very familiar with the ass working so hard to please Max. Warm, it gripped tight and gave the Man fucking it. And sal was not shirking on his duty. Leg muscles straining, he worked hard to give pleasure. sal was getting a layer of sweat over his body. It was tough, but sal did not let up. he was going to make his Master cum. 

It took a while, but finally sal heard the slight change in Max’s breathing that He was about to shoot. sal was happy he was getting his Owner to cum, the Man’s pleasure was what he worked for. Max reached out and held sal down, gyrating His Hips with furious speed and intensity. sal felt the Pubs on his ass, the big Dick pounding into his guts. The strong Hands controlling his body. Then the hot Cum shooting into him. sal felt the indescribable feeling of being his Master’s instrument. 

sal leaned back, hoping his Master would let him. Max did. sal’s sweaty body felt the Chest Hairs of his Master. The combining of Master and slave was how sal felt about his servitude, his work and Max’s Manhood. Each expansion of Max’s Chest was filling sal with strength. These moments filled sal with a drive he could not understand or resist. sal felt so close to his Master, Max’s energy flowing into him. It was better than an orgasm the caged slave thought. It was more overwhelming than anything that could come from his balls. 

Max wrapped His Arms around sal. The embrace was loving, exhibited strength and security. sal melted his body letting go and surrendering silently. sal moved his hands to run over Max’s Forearms. The touch sent further thrills throughout sal’s body. he wanted to fall further into his Owner. The echoes of the paintball pain were badges of his devotion. The kiss placed on his head made him shiver. 

Tyler remained quiet while the Master and slave had a moment together. He knew it was important to them. What sal did, what he took, was difficult and he needed a moment at times. That moment passed, and the two shifted. Tyler could see Max whisper something to sal as the Man leaned forward, pulling sal off his not-completely deflated dick. “Get on making dinner.”

“Yes, Master.” sal stepped to, Tyler noticing an odd combination of the slave’s desire to immediately obey and his reluctance to leave his Master. It was amusing and endearing. 

sal lit a fire and prepared the camp dinner he planned. All of it to give the Men a satisfaction at the great outdoors. sal served and kept the beers flowing. The men casually ate their meals, as sal waited for permission to eat as well. When They had finished They threw a few scraps into a dog bowl and ordered sal to feed. sal’s ass was high up in the air eating with only his mouth, in front of the Men for Their amusement. sal then tidied up. 

Tyler indicated His Feet needed rubbing, and sal knelt before his Master’s Friend, and his own personal trainer, removed the shoes and began to massage. It did not take long before sal’s mouth was working on the Toes. sal widened his legs so his Owner could see his boi-pussy.

The sun had set, Max got up and attached a chain leash to sal’s collar. A jerk brought sal to his feet. The two Men were taking sal for a walk, like you would walk a pet, down to the lake. It was a pleasant walk, the moon peeking through the trees. sal had a lot of experience in being on a leash with his Owner, and knew how to pay attention to Max who might change his speed. At the lake, sal knelt as the Men looked at the open sky, seeing the stars fill the blackness. Their conversation was more muted now. Friends could have those times of silence. 

In silence They returned to the camp, sal leashed following behind. The Men sat as sal fetched more beer. Conversation returned, sal waiting, the Men began to joke with each other shifting the mood. The laughter came back. 

“Rope.” Max ordered, snapping His Fingers at His slave. sal instantly brought it to Him. Max and Tyler began to rig the rope over a large limb of a tree. They secured it well. sal knew he would be suspended. he was right, soon the Men were tying the slave and hoisting him up. Well bound at ankles and forearms, sal was hoisted up hanging over a thick branch. sal was hanging and spinning slowly as the Men watched him. sal was helpless, totally at Their mercy. 

Tyler came up and pulled sal’s balls further through his legs. That was uncomfortable as they were not large or low hanging. sal let out a small whine. Tyler pulled more, and sal could feel something odd being attached. sal’s balls stretched unnaturally behind his legs. Something kept the balls pulled, sal wiggled. Tyler laughed, pushing sal so he spun. sal could feel something round pressed on his legs.

“We hunted, so now do some target shooting.” Max said. With the word ‘target’, sal knew what was holding his balls out, he had been become a literal target, or at least his balls. It must have been plastic, rigid and making is balls open for what they planned. 

“Damn right. he’ll feel this for sure.” Tyler replied. 

“Ready for this slave-boy?” Max called out. 

sal had no idea what he was to be ready for. “Yes Master, whatever you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” sal heard a shuffle followed by a pop and a blinding pain in his balls. 

sal shouted out. Unrestrained. There was no one else to hear. 

“Bullseye!” Tyler yelled out. “Great one bro.”

Two more pops, Two separate sharp pains to sal’s balls as he screamed more. “Your turn.” Max said calmly. 

“This is going to be fucking great.” Tyler moved. sal was twisting at the end of his ropes. his limbs would not let him stay still. Not just his limbs, the horrible pain in his balls. sal had tears in his eyes again. 

Another pop, but no pain this time. A gust of air on his balls, sal’s tender balls picked up on that. They were shooting his balls. Tyler’s next shot was a hit, and sal’s legs curled in reaction, a new scream coming from his lips. The Men were enjoying Themselves. It was bad enough getting shot on his body earlier, this was a new, targeted pain. 

“Still like doing this for your Master, boy?” Max asked half-growling, shooting two more into sal’s balls. 

Taking a deep breath, sal gathered his inner strength, “Yes Master, for You anything.” It hurt to say that, but sal knew he had to. It was all for his Owner. More shots to his balls. sal squirmed as far as the ropes would let him. he would take the pain. Another shot to his tender balls. Take the pain for his Master. It was his purpose. 

sal heard steps approaching. A Hand took hold of his balls, and sal let out another yell as they were squeezed. “He’s got some swelling.” Tyler was close now. sal sobbed. 

“We should let him down. Don’t want to shoot them off.” Max sounded benevolent.

“Yeah, I guess you want him intact for what’s next.” Tyler knew the plans, and sal knew it would be revealed in time. 

Tyler let him down, and sal curled up on the ground, his hands hovering over his nuts. Even a light touch was painful. 

Max came up as Tyler withdrew. A Hand brushed over sal’s forehead, followed by a light kiss. “Good boy. That was tough, you did so well. Master is proud of you.” sal felt a wave of gratitude to his Master. Max curled around sal, coming into more contact and comforting His boy. “So good, you did so well.” Even with the pain, sal felt wonderful, pleasing his Master was what he did so much for. 

After a few minutes, Max picked up sal in His Arms, carrying him back to the camp. Another kiss on the top of His slave’s head. “Such a good boy. A very good boy.” 

“Thank You Master.” sal whispered. Max hugged sal closer. Returning to His chair, Max kept sal in His Lap, as the Men talked in low tones. With throbbing balls, sal eventually fell asleep. The submissive half awoke as Max carried him into the tent, laying him on the cot inside, and joining him an instant later. 

In the morning, sal snuggled up to his Master. There were birds singing, and sal enjoyed the sounds of nature. A small pressure on the back of his head told sal he had a duty. Master’s Dick tasted good, as it always did. More musky than usual combined with the scent of the woods. It took little time for the large Dick to come to full attention under sal’s efforts. 

sal loved having this Dick in his mouth. Even knowing Tyler was near, and probably watching did not deter him. It excited him more. To show off his continued dedication. Let his personal Trainer see how he pleased his Owner.

The spurts of Cum were sal’s reward for a job well done. The gripping of Max’s Hands on sal’s longish hair showed Max was still in control. After the firmness, the stroking of Max’s satisfaction was pleasant. sal loved these little moments. A connection to the Man he served. sal looked up and smiled, receiving a smile back. A tap of Max’s Finger on his cheek sent sal to get up and leave the tent. he brought up the fire and began coffee. Tyler exited a moment later, wearing running shoes and a small pair of running shorts. Showing off his perfectly chiseled body. He left to start off on a morning run. 

The air was cold on his naked body. sal could see the paint on his balls. They were covered. Totally. Different colors as well. sal reflected on the pain he had gone through, poked his balls a little. They were still tender.

Master stirred and exited the tent. sal admired the fit Form, so commanding. he would do anything for Him. sal continued in arranging breakfast. 

The eggs, sausage, and coffee did well for the Men, and they were pleased. sal did not see the sly glances They made to each Other as he cleaned the dishes. 

Once complete, Max snapped His Fingers sal followed his Owner to a thick tree and offered no resistance when he was tied with his back to the bark. Tyler tweaked the slave’s nips. 

“You’ve done so well boy. I am very pleased. Now we will be trying something new.” Max looked deep into sal’s eyes, and sal felt everything stripped from him. Tyler handed something to Max, who gave an evil and expectant grin. “Open.”

sal opened his mouth, leaving it for whatever was to happen. Max held up a gag, a special gag. A tube type, clear and there was a huge millipede in it. Moving, it was alive, very alive. sal’s eyes grew huge as Max put the gag in and strapped it on. sal’s breaths came in short bursts. “This is an American Giant Millipede, lots and lots of legs. The tube will shatter safely if you put too much pressure. But if you do that, the Millipede will be in your mouth, or cut into bits by your teeth. I doubt either would be pleasant. So this is up to you.” Max said, a wicked look on His Face. sal nodded, too afraid to even try to speak. 

Max and Tyler looked at sal struggling and trying not to bite down. sal was panicking, his body shaking as his tongue would reach forward to touch the gag and recoil. sal’s hands splayed out and stretched. It was hard for him to keep his wits about him, it was a struggle. 

sal felt cold hope when his Master approached him. Hoping he would be released. No, it was so much worse. Max started to lightly tickle sal on the ribcage. sal started to breathe faster, unable to resist the laughter. sal shook his head back and forth, his chest heaving as he knew he could not bite down. 

Desperation in his eyes, sal looked to his Owner. Sweat broke out all over the slave’s body as he had to keep from biting down. “Look at all those legs all crawling around in there. Can’t get a grip on anything.” Max teased his slave. sal pleaded with his eyes, he had no other way to beg. And he was begging. So hard, sal wanted this to be over. he could feel the legs on his tongue. He knew they weren’t really there, but the idea was so strongly in his mind that it was on his tongue, in his mouth. A creepy, crawly bug. Master’s Words, Master’s Fingers on his side, sal was losing it. 

There is a certain type of shaking that comes from inside, when fear or stress starts to wrack the body. sal was having these shakes. The stress not to bite down was tremendous. Suddenly he felt something creeping up his left arm. sal tried to move his arm as best he could being bound as he was. It didn’t help, the feeling was coming further up. 

“Eeepppppp!” sal squealed, sound making it through the odd gag. Max laughed. sal’s eyes pleaded, convulsing his arm to no avail. sal’s head went back and forth in a fervent gesture of no. It was further up his arm and still climbing. sal squeezed his eyes closed. sal felt he was going over the edge as whatever it was make it to his shoulder. 

“Open your eyes.” Max commanded, in that Voice that took no argument. sal obeyed instantly as he had been trained. “Look at me.” sal again obeyed. The Fingers were still playing on his side, and sal was beyond terror. Max’s other Hand came up, pointing to the shoulder that held…. whatever had been crawling up him. sal looked. Tyler. he saw Tyler, sal had forgotten He was there. Tyler grinned and held up a pointy leaf. 

sal felt a gust of relief wash over him. Then Max’s Finger, the same one that had pointed out that what had been going up his arm was harmless tapped the glass gag in his mouth. New panic. The instant of relief made it worse to be reminded of the millipede contained there. Max ran one Hand up each of sal’s sides. The new tickle was almost enough to make sal bit down. A new wordless scream escaped. Max and Tyler laughed. 

Then Max unbuckled the gag, Tyler began to undo the ropes. Max dropped the gag and held his boy. sal let the tears flow, sobbing into his Owner’s Shoulder. As his arms were released, sal wrapped his arms around Max, pulling himself in, curling a bit. Depending on his Master.

Max kissed the top of sal’s head, stroked the black hair. “Good boy, you are a good boy.” Tyler undid the legs and sal wanted to wrap them around Max’s Waist but intertwined with his Master’s Legs. Tyler held back as Max comforted His slave. 

A few minutes later sal had recovered, he looked up at his Master. “Did i really do good?”

“Yes boy, you did.” Max gave a pleased smile. After all that, it filled sal with contentment. The praise of his Master was what he wanted more than anything else in the world. sal snuggled up closer, so happy. After all of that he had been through, this made it all worth it. 

Max led sal back to the camp, Tyler following. Once there, Max poked around until he came up with a hammer, going over to the dead firepit. “Look at this boy.” sal looked to see his Master pull the glass tube with the still wriggling millipede in it. sal shuddered at the sight, rooted to the spot. 

Max put the tube on one of the rocks making the pit. He lifted the hammer and spun it around in his hand by the handle. He then brought it down on the tube. sal was shocked when it bounced off, the slave emitting an incoherent squeak of surprise. 

“Unbreakable glass. If you had bitten down, you could not have gone through it. A hammer won’t shatter it.” Max said to his slave. “I protect my boy. You were not in any danger. Always trust Master.”

sal crawled to his Master and held his legs. “I do trust you Master. I was afraid, thank you for protecting me.”

Max ran his hand over his boys’ head. “I know boy, I know.” Max took his seat, sal sat at his Master’s Feet and rubbed Them while the Men relaxed and talked. sal leaned against Max’s Legs. The warmth he felt filled his heart. This was his place. 

“Let’s walk through the woods some.” Tyler suggested. 

“Good idea.” Max got up and They went on. sal followed on, having only his flip-flops to wear. The woods were beautiful, the Men saw birds and other animals, the sun spotting through the leaves. Max and Tyler would occasionally reach over and feel up sal. sal accepted each touch as was his place. After a long hike, they came to a stream, the Men and sal sat on the bank and put their feet into the cool water. 

Tyler looked over at sal. “He does seem more naked out here, doesn’t he?” Tyler ran his hand down from sal’s shoulder to thigh, finishing by giggling the cage on sal’s small penis. 

“He does. I mean he’s naked almost constantly anyway, but this isn’t my place, not some club, it’s nature, open to all. Feels different.” Max looked over at sal, “Do you feel more naked out here boy?”

“Yes, Master. Very naked.” sal replied, knowing the Men had found what he had been feeling. Now his mind was exposed to Them as well. 

After a rest, the three headed back. Max and Tyler relaxed as sal packed everything up and took it back to the vehicle, over several trips like setting up. The ride back was smooth, sal doozed, not realizing he was. Max and Tyler did.