Master and His Pack Mule

Stories of The Slave Center
Erotic Fantasy Fiction of Faggot Slavery
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Master and His Pack Mule
Part Two

Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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It was a nice summer morning in Master’s suburbia. There were some billowy clouds, but the sun was out and the air was still, giving a nice warmth to the morning. It was not yet 10 o’clock.

Master walked along the sidewalk with his pack mule to his left side, held near him by the leash he held in his hands, the business end of which remained attached in his mule septum. The leash was a standard 6-foot brown leather slave leash, but Master wrapped some of that around his hand, giving his mule little more than half the length of the leash to move with. And that’s just the way this mule liked it, to be kept near.

Master had been taking these Saturday morning errands so regularly for the last few years that this slave-mule had become totally accustomed to them.

The bit in the slave mouth had become old hat, at least after the slave got used to the current bit that Master used, the one with the tongue plate that held the slave tongue down and prevented the mule from making any human speech. It felt somehow normal now, and comfortable. The tight, wide steel collar, being a permanent fixture around the slave neck, felt like a permanent hug to this slave, always reminding it that Master likes his owning slave-property and intends to keep it.

The mule pack itself had become very manageable, if not totally comfortable. This slave had grown to like it, as it provides a warm feeling of utility. The permanent steel ankle and wrist restraints were home base to this slave, and though it didn’t notice them much anymore, this slave knows it would miss them if they were gone.

What was new was the large butt plug mule tail up the mule ass. As this slave is accustomed to being plugged, it didn’t bother this slave any, but to feel the tail swishing and brushing against its slave legs was new and exciting. The tail tickled sometimes, but in the end it helped this slave feel more like the animal it is. The tail was beginning to feel natural, like a tail was something this slave had been missing all its life but didn’t know it.

And thus we walked through Master’s suburban neighborhood.

We were a common sight on any Saturday morning, so people took little notice. A few blocks from Master’s house, a man named Greg was out mowing his lawn, as he often was on a Saturday morning. Usually, he waved to my Master but words didn’t generally pass. Today, however, Greg called out, “Nice tail on that faggot of yours! I like it!” My master simply waved back with a smile and kept walking.

This slave had a half hard on for most of the walk so far, so people knew it was a happy and well cared for slave.

Master now had his earbuds in as he walked and was listening to whatever it is he listens to. He seemed in a good mood. He walked briskly, as usual, and his pack mule simply had to keep up. Master doesn't appreciate having to lug a mule around by the nose, so, truly, it was better for it to just keep up.

Master walked with a cane attached at his hip, but he didn’t often use it, as his slave didn’t often require caning in order to serve him properly. This slave appreciates that he always carries it with him, though.

It was a pleasant walk along the suburban sidewalks. This slave enjoyed getting out and about like this with its master, being with and near him, being of service to him. It enjoyed feeling held by him via his leash and all the other slave devices of control on its slave body, and this slave enjoyed the vision of the cane at his hip.

This slave is so deeply slave, you see. It feels so at home in its Master’s control, so comfortable, so safe, so wanted.

After nearly 2 miles of walking, Master reached the one major street he needed to cross. He waited at the traffic light, along with a couple other pedestrians. Master was the only one with a slave in tow. This slave made its master proud by standing calmly and sporting a very full erection. “Good faggot,” he said to his slave softly when he noticed his slave hard on. “Let everybody see my slave exactly as it is.”

The tip of the slave cock was pierced through the glans with an ampallang, through which a thick, 2-inch diameter but lightweight ring hung. Master sometimes connected his leash to this ring, but most often he connected his leash through the mule septum. Most people did not seem to take notice of his mule, but one car went by and gave a short double honk while the guy in the passenger seat gave a thumbs up out the window. My master gave a quick wave of acknowledgement in return. I think my master feels proud of his slave property.

The light turned green and Master crossed the street. His slave cock was still hard, leading the way in its happiness. It felt good for this slave to be out and about, to be open and free.

Master generally didn’t tell his pack mule where he was headed to first on these Saturday journeys. Once across the busy street, he turned right and walked along the sidewalk, facing oncoming traffic, his slave cock still at least somewhat erect. He walked for one block, to the end of the large strip mall, to Home Hardware. His pack mule cock was further subsiding while walking through parking lot and into the store.

Once inside, Master grabbed one of the store’s hand carry baskets. This slave had only forearms available for use, but still Master had his mule carry the basket, using both hands to hold it out in front of the mule torso. It felt very gratifying to carry it for him.

Master picked up some things needed for plumbing, this slave having no reason to pay attention to exactly what, and he placed them in the basket his slave was carrying for him. He then went to the garden department and picked up some vegetable seeds, so this slave knew that he had some planting for his slave to do soon.

Master used the self check out lane and placed the items in bags as instructed, but when his transaction was finished, he opened the mule pack on his slave back. Taking his purchases back out of the store’s plastic bags, he placed them loose in the mule pack, pocketed his receipt, and then led his mule out of the store.

Master walked back along the strip mall, a couple of times stopping briefly to do a little window shopping. He stopped at the bank and hitched his slave outside while he went in to do whatever it was he needed to do. He wrapped the mule leash around the bank’s hitching post, and this slave waited patiently for its master and enjoyed its place in the sun. What else could it do?

A young couple passed by, and the woman said to her partner, “Ooh, look! That slave has a cool tail!”

After leaving the bank Master walked to the main destination of this weekly Saturday journey: the grocery store. Again, my master hitched his mule to a hitching post provided for mule owners. Mules were not allowed in the market. So, this mule found itself pleasantly waiting again, possibly for about 30 minutes or more. The sun felt good. Its nudity felt good. Its slavery felt good. All the devices Master had on his slave felt good, all letting this slave know that Master wanted it, had use for it, and intended to keep it enslaved.

And all this slave ever has to do is be what it is: a service-oriented obedient property.

This slave expected its master to come out with a shopping cart filled with groceries as he normally did, but he did not. He came out with no cart at all, took his leash from the hitching post, and said, “Since mules are not allowed inside, this store now has a place for a mule to pick up its masters purchases. Let’s go.”

He led his pack mule around to the side of the building to this new pick up area. There was a short row of hitching posts on the sidewalk in front. There were already 3 other mules hitched there, so this pack mule was the fourth. Master hitched up his mule before he handed his receipt to a store employee. 

One of the mules hitched and waiting was a petite female. She did not have a pack on her back but rather a cart that she pulled behind her. It was a very effective mode of carrying a heavy load. A large, muscular and very hairy male slave hitched to a post had a huge mule pack on its back. Groceries were being loaded into it, filling it to the brim. The big hairy mule had a very heavy load, but the animal seemed quite capable of carrying it. Its owner turned out to be an older man who must be grateful to have the strength of a strong bull at his disposal. When he departed, this slave noted that the man used no leash on his slave at all. The slave simply obeyed. The master called his slave Beast. Beast had an extremely bushy tail coming from its backside, but it seemed well combed. When Beast walked in front of this slave, this slave noticed that Beast bore the insignia, on its left butt cheek, of The Slave Center. 

The other mules received their loads and left with their masters. Still others arrived and were hitched up as this slave was being loaded with the groceries its master had purchased. The groceries filled the mule pack to about 75% of capacity and had some heft to them, but certainly not too much.

Master unhitched his mule and brought a water bottle up its mouth. “Open,” he said as he began squirting water. When he figured his mule had had enough water, he wrapped part of the leash around his hand again and began walking to his next destination. Usually, he’d reach the main sidewalk, cross the boulevard, and turn left to go to a small restaurant he likes. He often enjoys lunch there. Today, he turned right and said, “There’s a new place to eat that I want to try.”

He didn’t have to tell a mule where he was going, but he did anyway.