This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 17
The Morning After, The Night Before.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of hot coffee. I was laying on the that
comfortable bed in that great little room. I was feeling very good and well
rested. I looked around and could see the green eyed guy fussing with some
things on a cart.
"Good morning, Sir." I said politely.
He turned and looked at me with a big smile.
"Good morning Harold. How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good Sir. Much, much better then I did yesterday."
"That's great. What do you take in your coffee?" he asked.
"Cream and two sugars, please Sir." I replied.
Oh wow, I was going to get a cup of coffee. It is amazing how we take the
simple pleasures of life, such as a cup of coffee, for granted. We don't
realize how really good they are until they are denied us.
I watched as he made up the cup, stirred it, then brought it over to me. I sat
up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. What really surprised me was
that there was no pain.
He handed me the cup and then took my breakfast order. He told me I could have
whatever I wanted, as long as I also included a piece of fruit and a glass of
fruit juice.
I ordered eggs, sunnyside, bacon crisp, homefries and brown toast. A glass of
grapefruit juice and an apple to round the order off.
"I'll go get your breakfast, shouldn't take more than 10 minutes. If you would
like more coffee, there is a whole jug here on the cart, help yourself. Ok?"
"Yes, Sir. Ah....but just one thing, Sir. My bladder is full, I sure would
appreciate using the toilet." I said weakly, afraid he would tell my I had to
piss on the floor or in my coffee cup.
"How stupid of me. Certainly. Come along and I will show you where to go. As
soon as you finish come right back to this room. Harold, be very sure you
obey. Master Dieter would not be very pleased if you were to try going
anywhere in this building without permission. Ok?"
"Yes Sir. I understand. Master Charlie promised me I could go home tonight if
I behave myself and I shall do everything in my power to behave, Sir." I swore
to him.
"Good, just follow me." he said as he opened the room door and stepped out into
the hallway.
I got up off the bed very carefully. I wasn't sure what shape my nuts would be
in and certainly didn't want to have them sending sharp pains through my body.
As I followed him down the hall I took note of the number of doors we passed so
I would be able to find my way back to the proper room. I was stark naked but
had now become used to it and didn't even flinch when a couple of slaves passed
us and smiled.
He finally stopped and pointed to a door.
"This is the men's room, Harold. When you are finished go back to room number
18." he said.
How was I to know which room was 18? There were no numbers on the doors. He
saw my confusion and pointed to the sill above the door. There was a number on
the sill, the toilet was number 24.
I thanked him and entered the toilet. For the first time since I had arrived at
Master Dieter's I was unbound, alone and permitted a certain amount of freedom.
And the very first time to use a toilet. It felt wonderful.
This bathroom was almost a duplicate of the one in which I had been forced to
clean the urinals and floor. The only difference was the colour of the walls.
These were done in a very, very pale green, the other had been white.
I went straight to the urinal, grabbed my dick and prepared to start the flow.
I had forgotten completely what those two bastards, Rick and Jeff and done to
the inside of it. When the flow started I gave a scream of pain and grabbed
my dick. It felt like red hot lava pouring down the urethra.
It took a good ten minutes or more to empty my bladder, every second of it pure
agony. I had to control the flow very, very carefully, only letting a few
drops down at a time. It still burned, but nowhere near as intensely as when
it flowed.
The bathroom door opened and the green eyed guy came in.
"Your still here. Oh, and you look like your in a lot of pain. Those fucking
Sounds really did a number on your urethra, huh?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. I forgot about it. But as soon as the flow started it felt like my
dick was on fire." I answered.
"Are you almost finished?" he asked.
"Yes, it took a while but I think I am done now."
"Ok, after you have your breakfast I will inject some more of that ointment up
there. It will at least make pissing bearable for the rest of the day."
"Thank you, Sir." I said, as I walked over to a sink to wash my hands.
As soon as I saw my reflection in the mirror, I stopped. On my right pec, above
the nipple, an Eagle head. It looked not all that bad, but what had made me
stop, was the word SLAVE, in capitals, glaring across my pubs. No wonder
those two slaves in the hall had smiled. I suddenly felt terribly sick.
"Don't let it get to you Harold. You will eventually get used to it and not
even notice." he said consolingly.
I looked at him, tears had formed in my eyes.
"No Sir, I will never, ever get used to that." I said pointing to the word
SLAVE.
"I would rather he had castrated me then that." I said very sadly.
"Don't dwel on it Harold. Wash up and we will go get you some breakfast."
I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. What I would really have
liked was a good hot shower. But the splashing was better than nothing or that
fucking hose from yesterday.
All the paper towel dispensers in this toilet were full. I was positive that
washroom yesterday had been set up so I would have to do the things I did.
After drying my face and hands we headed back to room 18, this time I kept my
hands protectively covering that rotten fucking word.
The green eyed lad led the way. I still thought he had the most beautiful face
I had ever seen and I longed to place my lips against his. They were so
inviting.
When we entered room 18 a large silver dome rested on the cart. He had me go
sit on the bed and then he pushed the cart over. The lid was lifted and
there was a most beautiful site, a proper breakfast. I just couldn't wait to
tuck in.
He sat down on the bed beside me, as good as this food was, I would have gladly
given it up to make love with him. Instead I asked a question that had been
burning at me. I wanted to know his name.
"Sir, if it is permissible, may I ask your name?"
"Oh sure, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, Harold. My name is Josh, short
for Joshua. My mom and dad were very religious types and all the children were
named after holy men and women." he said a little red faced.
"It is a beautiful name Josh, just like you. I hope you won't get angry with me
for being so personal." I added quickly.
He just turned a little redder in the face.
"No, I don't much go for all the, Sir, stuff. I went through all the training,
many of the things that you have just gone through and more. I finally learned
to obey, to give up my freedom. I realized that I could never get out of it, I
was here for life. I belong to Master Dieter and he will do what he wants with
me."
"So I take it you do not like it any more than I do?" I said.
"No I don't like it, but my views are unimportant. I am a medical doctor,
Master Dieter needs my services so here I will stay. As long as I obey, life
is not really all that bad. The Master allows the permanent slaves to live
together if they wish and provides luxurious living quarters."
"Do you have someone living with you at the present time then?" I nosed in.
"Yes, but I am afraid you won't really be very happy when you know who it is."
he said with a gleam in his eye.
I was completely taken aback, because I knew right away. How could he possible
live with that rotten Sonofabitch?
"Dickie!" I exclaimed almost in shock.
"Yes, Harold, Dickie. He is a completely different person then the one you
know. He is very gentle and loving. Don't forget Harold that he too is a
slave and is only trying to make the best life for himself that he can within
the limitations placed on him, as do we all." he said sadly.
"I am sorry, Josh. But as you say I have only seen him from one side. A side
where he is a mean bastard that only wants to hurt me."
"No, Harold, he doesn't want to hurt you at all. You would be surprised at how
much pain he has suffered because of what he has had to do to you. But he
knows that if he fails you, if he doesn't train you to obey, then you will be
dead in a few months time. The parts farm is hell on earth, Harold. It is
worth inflicting any pain necessary to teach a guy to obey, if it saves him
being sent to the farm. That is where Dickie is coming from Harold. He
couldn't bear to see you sent there." a tear had formed in the corner of his eye
and he looked away.
I looked down at my plate, at the wonderful breakfast that was quickly growing
cold. Josh's words were flowing through my troubled mind. Is it at all
possible that what he is saying is true? I just could not see Dickie as being
the kind hearted, loving individual that Josh was trying to paint. It just
wouldn't compute.
I started picking at the food. Once I started eating I couldn't stop. I was
hungry and this food was good, even if it had grown luke warm. I popped the
last bit of toast into my mouth and picked up the apple.
I turned and looked at Josh. He really was very sad.
"Josh, I will do my very best today to learn whatever lessons Dickie has for me.
I will also do my very best not to make him have to use any methods he really
doesn't like to use. Now that I know what is happening I will give it one
hundred percent. Ok?"
He turned and looked at me.
"Thank you Harold, because I would hate to see you sent to that damned farm as
well. Do your best today and I think you will see the side of Dickie that I
see. I think you will like that side Harold. I think you will like that side
very much."
We talked about a few more mundane things as I finished the apple and drank the
juice. Then we each had a cup of coffee and talked some more. He gathered
everything said good bye, and hoped we would see each other again before I left
this afternoon.
After he left I went back and lay down on the bed. Imagine that, Dickie was
only trying to help a stubborn fool save his own life. Na, still didn't
compute.
I closed my eyes and went over the events of last evening in my mind. Other
than the beating it really had not been all that bad. I remembered how
terrified I had been at the end, as the lad was making me cum.
I had begged for him to stop, then had begged Master Dieter to give permission
for me to cum so that I would not disobey him. I remembered all the laughing
and giggling that went on as they all watch my panic stricken face as the moment
of climax drew near.
I remembered how I had finally given up and surrendered to the wonderful
feelings of lust threading through my body. Of that final moment when my nuts
erupted and I spewed forth my seed into the hot mouth of the frantically bobbing
head humping my cock.
It felt so good to finally release that load, that had been building up for so
long. It meant another beating I knew, but oh it did feel so good.
Once I had emptied my nuts the lad licked me clean, stood up and gave me a big
kiss on the mouth. He then turned, bowed and took off for regions unknown.
The Master's and guest that had been watching clapped their hands
appreciatively. I was totally confused. What the fuck was going down now?
Master Dieter came right over to me, still clapping his hands.
"You did well tonight, Harold. Charlie is very proud of you." he said, placing
a hand gently on my shoulder and giving me a warm smile.
The first warm smile I had ever seen on his face. Then he shocked the hell out
of me. He leanded forward and placed his hot lips on mine. He opened his
mouth and forced his sweet tongue in giving me one hell of a great kiss. Then
he pulled back, leaving me panting, smiled and walked away.
Then Charlie came foreward.
"Right after supper tomorrow, Pat will be here to pick you up. I want you back
home. You did me proud tonight, Harold. Learn the lessons well tomorrow." he
placed a hand on my shoulder, leaned forward and he too gave me one hell of a
kiss, leaving me breathless.
It was the first time that Charlie had ever kissed me. My heart began thumping
so wildly, I thought it was going to break through my chest wall.
"Thank you, Sir." I said as he pulled away.
Master Granger was next.
"You will make Charlie a great slave, Harold. Sucking dog cock is nothing,
boy. Hell a cock is a cock, they all do the same thing. I would like to
have you back to my place. I promise next time you will not be treated quite so
badly." he smiled, placed a hand on my shoulder and also gave me a kiss.
Master Giovanni came forward as Granger trudged off.
"Ah Harold, I was rather rotten to you tonight, but you handled it like a man, I
can really appreciate a man like you. Already made a booking with Charlie to
have you over to my place. Can't wait for my guests to be introduced to Dinky
doggie." he too placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a kiss.
And so it went. Each of the Master's came forward, congratulated me on my
behavior and stated how they wanted me to pay them a visit. They each placed a
hand on my shoulder and gave me a kiss.
Then it was the slaves turn. Only here things changed dramatically. The first
one forward was the blond guy. He placed a hand on each of my shoulders.
"Welcome to the club, Harold. Everyone of us here have been where you are right
now. I am proud to call you my friend."
He then leaned forward and gave me a kiss. He pulled back, smiled then got down
on his knees in front of me and began to suck my cock. I was astounded.
Then the next slave came forward and did the same thing. After he had kissed me
he knelt down and took over from the blond guy, ministering to my dick.
And so it went until they had all had a turn. By then I was moaning and
gasping for air. My cock was close to blowing another load.
Then Dickie was standing in front of me.
"You did good tonight piggy. Don't let all this lovey dovey stuff go to your
head. Tomorrow we go back to training." he then kissed me and knelt down to
take over.
However before he took over sucking my cock, he removed the weight from my nuts
along with the little jacket.
"Just wait and see how well your nuts blow this time, piggy." he laughed as he
took over my cock.
His mouth was very hot compared to all the others and he was very, very
experienced. He soon had me screaming out in ecstasy. He felt every
movement of my nuts, every slight swelling and vibration and used these little
clues to increase my pleasure.
Just when I thought I was going to loose control and blow he would do something
that would bring me back from the brink, prolonging this whole fantastic
experience.
He brought me to the peak ten times, each time taking me back just enough that I
couldn't cum, but was still on fire.
Finally I felt his hand start to massage my nuts and I knew he was finished
playing, he was going for the big blow. Skillfully he brought me back to the
top, a few centimeters at a time. I reached the pinnacle and he actually held
me there. You know that point where it is at it's best where the world is all
roses and wonderful colours and you want to scream out in joy.
He had me there and held me in that spot. I had never been held there for so
long before and have never been held there since.
Then he took me over the edge and I began to loose my load, and oh what a load
it was. I shot and shot, all the while screaming out my pleasure for all to
hear and enjoy.
But all too soon it was finally over and I gasped and sucked in great lungs full
of air. This had been the most fantastic blowjob I had ever experienced. As
he cleaned me up, I fought to get my breathing back under control. He stood up
and looked me in the eye.
"Thank you, Sir." I managed to squeeze out through my ragged breathing.
He just smiled and walked away.
The Master's all headed toward the door behind me, the slaves following. When
they had all left, the green eyed guy, whom I now know as Josh, was there to
help get me down from this contraption I was rigged up on.
Some of the lads that had been bringing me beer and the piss jug came up and
helped him remove the padlocks and chains. One on each side held me up when he
lowered the mechanism that held that dildo so far up my ass.
I felt a little twinge of pain as it withdrew. My knees were weak and it was a
good thing those lads were there. I could never had stood on my own. Another
brought a chair over and then sat me down.
"We have to wait a bit for all the Master's to clear the hallway then we can
move you down to your room. Do you think you will be able to hold on until
then?"
"Yes, thank Sir. I will be fine. It is good to be able to sit." I said
meaning every word.
He brought a syringe over and injected a small amount of something just behind
each nipple.
"This stuff will deaden all the nerves around your nipples so we can remove
those clamps. They will be replaced by 24 cwt. gold nipple rings. Charlie
thinks they will look good on your nipples." he smirked.
"Good old, Master Charlie." I said with a smile. "He really is a saint you
know." then we both broke out laughing hysterically.
I almost fell off the chair. It is a good thing the lads were still there
watching out for my safety. My nearly falling out of the chair only added to
the hilarity and now I was laughing so hard it was difficult to catch my breath.
Once I had settled down, Josh figured it would be safe to remove the clamps.
He quickly unscrewed and removed them one at a time. The needle part had stuck
to the skin and he really had to pull to get them to release.
After they were removed he did a good clean up job with disinfectants. A small
tube of ointment that had a needle like end was carefully pushed this into each
of the holes made my the clamps and squirted it full of the ointment.
"This is an antibacterial ointment, Harold. It will kill off any nasties that
might have got in there when I removed the clamps. It will also sooth the open
wound areas."
He opened a small plastic bag and removed a gold ring. It had a little ball on
the rim. He turned the little ball and the ring split. Deftly he inserted
the open end of the ring into the piercing on my right nipple. He then pushed
the two ends of the ring together and turned the ball a few times, repeating the
process for the other nipple.
I was now the proud owner of two 24 cwt. gold nipple rings. Ok, ok I hear you,
damn it. Yes they belong to Charlie. But the tits they are stuck through are
on my body and in my head there is still a little place that considers my body
to be mine, not Charlie's. Therefore as far as I'm concerned the fucking rings
are mine, if you don't like it tough......, go do something useful with your
dick.
Shortly after the rings were placed, a couple of guys arrived with a litter.
They helped me on and then they carried me to that nice little room with the
soft bed. I was put right to bed and Josh gave me an injection which caused me
to fall off to sleep almost instantly.
The door to the room flung open and there was Dickie, filling the doorway. I
jumped up real quick and got down on my hands and knees.
"Ah now that's what I like to see, piggy. Obedience. Yes you are learning
very nicely. Are you ready for today's lessons?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, Master Dickie Sir, I am ready for my lessons and will do my best to
learn them well, Sir." I answered.
"Will you be able to crawl or would you like me to get the litter bearers to
carry you to the training room?" he asked.
"Sir, I will crawl." I answered, I knew that that is what he wanted me to
answer.
If I had asked for the litter he would have been all over me.
"Let's go then and do try to keep up today, will you?" he said with a smile.
"I will do my very best, Sir." I replied crawling over to him.
He opened the door and we started on that long fucking journey to the training
room. He took me via a different route this time, avoiding that piece of
hallway with the torn up floor. At least my knees were spared that torment.
Even so by the time we arrived at the training room my knees were aching again.
A table had been set up in the centre of the room. Two of the suits from
yesterday were seated side by side. Only today they were wearing standard slave
garb, just like dickie and Josh. On the other side of the table were two empty
chairs.
Dickie went over, pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. He and the other
two began talking about sports teams. They completely ignored me. I didn't
know what I was supposed to do. Should I sit and wait for instructions or just
continue to stay here on my hands and knees?
Unsure I just stayed where I was while they went on and on. I was starting to
get tired from being in this position. My knees were aching and my wrists were
pretty uncomfortable. Just try keeping them bent like that, without moving for
a long while and you will see what I mean.
I finally decided that they were just going to spend the morning bullshitting so
I might as well shift positions and get comfortable until they were ready for
me. I placed rump on the floor and sat up. I started to rub the kinks out when
Dickie was on me like a tornado.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" he screamed.
He came at me so fast, he scared the shit out of me and I couldn't get my voice
working to answer him.
"Rotten little pig." he screamed. "Get back up on your four little piggy feet.
Piggys don't sit on their fucking asses. They stand on their piggy feet."
I moved quickly to get back onto my hands and knees, but he had frightened me so
badly that I lost my footing and fell, striking my chin on the floor. It was a
hell of a whack, I am surprised I didn't break my jaw or knock out a couple of
teeth.
What it did do though was knock me senseless for a few seconds. Everything was
fuzzy and I felt really dizzy. Dickie was yelling and screaming at me, but I
really could not understand a single sound he was making.
I remembered that I was supposed to be doing something, but I couldn't quite
remember what it was. The screaming kept getting louder and louder, but still
I could not make anything intelligible from it.
I sat back on my rump and put a hand to my jaw. The pain was incredible. Then
there was silence and a arm was around my shoulder. Someone was speaking to me,
but I still could not make out what was being said. I was in a real daze.
Strong arms lay me down carefully on the floor. Then I felt a sharp pin prick
in my arm. A few moments later the fuzz began to clear, and there above me was
the very concerned face of Josh.
"Talk to me, boy. What's your name?" he asked in a very serious voice.
"Harold, Josh, you know that." I answered.
Boy what's with Josh, I thought, he knows my name.
"How old are you Harold?" he asked.
"19, what's with the 40 questions, Josh?" I answered and asked.
"Never mind, just give me the correct answers. Do you know where you are, and
never mind with a smart allelic answer. Tell me exactly where you are."
A little concerned now, because he was behaving in a very serious manner, I
decided to answer fully all his questions.
"At Master Dieter's, in the training room with you, Dickie and two of the suits
from yesterday."
"Two of the suits?" he asked bewildered.
"Oh, those to lads were dressed in business suits when I met them yesterday." I
answered sheepishly.
He gave a laugh and so did the others.
"Well I guess there is no brain damage, but you must have given your head quite
a whack." he said.
"My jaw actually and it sure is sore right now." I answered.
He felt around with his warn fingers and proclaimed that I would live.
"For the love of mike Harold do be careful. Pat told me you had a hell of a
fall on your face back at the bar a couple of days ago. If you keep this shit
up one of us is going to have to wire your jaw back together after your break it
in a million pieces." he said that half serious, half in jest.
"I'll try to be more careful." I said.
"Ok, see you all later." he got up and left.
"Harold get up and go sit at the table." Dickie ordered.
"Yes Sir." I answered getting up slowly and carefully.
I went over and sat in the chair that had remained empty.
"Now before all the excitement, we were about to teach you a lesson. Do you
have any idea what you did wrong?" he asked.
"Yes Sir. I should not have sat down. I did not have permission." I answered.
"But your knees and wrists were very sore weren't they?"
"Yes Sir. It was getting really bad and you and the others had completely
ignored me so I figured it wouldn't hurt anything if I relieved the pressure."
"Two mistakes there, Harold. First it does not matter how much pain you feel.
If you have not been give permission do something, you don't do it. Second, the
actual mistake was to sit." he said.
One of the suits took over the explanation.
"The Master's all understand that a slave is only human and that there comes a
point when the pain the a slave may be experiencing becomes much greater then
the slaves ability to obey." he instructed.
The other suit took over from there.
"For that reason a Relax Position was developed that a slave is permitted to go
to, should the last position they are left in becomes unbearable. The Master
may be busy with other things and forget about you. In which case, after a
suitable length of time you may adopt the rest position without fear of being
disobedient."
He got up from the table and got down on his knees, sat back on his ankles and
placed his hands on his knees and looked straight ahead.
"That." instructed Dickie, "is the rest position. Go give it a try."
I got up and went down on my knees. I adopted the position and found that it
was much more relaxing then standing on hands and knees.
"If the Master is in the room you may not move around at all. You must keep
your head down slightly and look at the floor about 10 feet in front of you. If
you feel like you are stiffening up move little parts of yourself a fraction at
a time."
The first suit then carried on from there.
"Should the Master leave the room, you may not leave the spot you are in, but
you may do things to loosen up stiff muscles. Bill will demonstrate." he said.
Bill it turns out was the suit on the floor beside me. He raised himself up and
down a few time from the knees. He also lifted his arms and moved them around
to get the blood flowing.
"Should the Master return to the room you immediately adopt the rest position.
Do you have any questions?" Bill asked.
"No Sir, it all seems straight forward." I answered.
"There may be times when the Master will have someone drop in unexpectedly. In
every case, unless the Master specifically orders something else, you will go
into supplication. Bill will demonstrate again." Dickie instructed.
Bill still on his knees, locked his fingers together, bent at the waist and
placed his forehead on the floor and pulled his arms with the locked fingers in
tight to his head.
"You must stay in this position, no matter what, until the guest leaves or the
Master gives you other orders. This one is very important Harold, so don't
forget. The punishment for failure could be very severe. Now give it a try."
the other suit, whose name I still did not know warned.
I did what I had seen Bill do. But they were all very unhappy with the way I
did it. They said I looked like a sloppy little piglet.
They gave me more instruction and should me how it had to be down in a fluid
motion. Supplication was a sign of respect for the Master's guest and so
should be performed fluidly. Not like a an elephant in a china shop.
After many tries I finally perfect the move until they were all happy.
"There may be times Harold when the Master forgets about you completely. This
is not unusual, because you really are nothing to him but a piece of property.
Because of your specialty and to whom you belong, there really isn't much chance
of this happening to you. However, one never knows, so it is only right that we
cover it here." Dickie explained.
"Should the Master forget about you and you end up in the office or some other
room all alone and without instructions and it is late in the evening, you may
adopt the total rest position." he said as he lay himself out prone on the
floor.
"Did you notice how Bill stayed pretty much in the same spot as he lay himself
down? ..... It is very important Harold that you stay in that spot. The Master
will always remember where he left you and if you have moved he may be very
angry with you." the other suit explained.
"Once you are prone you may go to sleep. But you best be a light sleeper,
because if the Master should return, you will have to scramble quickly to the
relax position. The Master will not be angry with you provided you don't dawdle
while doing it. However, should he enter the room and find you sound asleep,
he will probably order punishment." Dickie finished.
They then took me through a whole series of little lessons. How to carry a tray
to serve the Master or his guests. How to carry a tray and serve the Master
and his guests while some miserable prick pokes you in the gut, rubs your ass,
squeezes your balls, grabs your dick and holds tight. Of course we had to
practice these things over and over until I was able to manage the task without
spilling the drinks all over the bastard that was causing my torment.
We had been at it for about two hours when Dickie finally called for a break.
During that two hours, I finally learned the name of the other suit was Al.
We all went down the hall to a small dinning room. I was not forced to crawl, I
guess I was coming up in the world.
There was a coffee pot on a side board and cold drinks in a small refrigerator.
On the table was a large tray of sticky buns and doughnuts.
We all sat down and dug in. A few minutes later Josh showed up and joined us.
Other household slaves started arriving and soon there were 10 guys plus myself
seated around the table drinking coffee or soda and quaffing sticky buns and
doughnuts.
Talk centred around the same things you would find in any business coffee room
during break. These guys, although slaves, performed regular duties in the
running of this household.
When the break was over we started back to the training room. So far the
morning had been pretty good. Other than that damned crawl earlier, and my
fall, there had been no pain administered.
As we arrived outside of room 24, the toilet, they all headed in and I followed.
Great I thought, going to piss like a man again. I felt really great about the
whole thing.
But they did not head to the urinals, so I did.
"What the hell do you think you are doing." Dickie called out to me with anger
in his voice.
Oh shit. I fucked up again. I did not have permission to go to the urinal.
"Sorry, Sir. I assumed that because we entered the toilet I would be permitted
to piss, Sir." I said, my lips trembling.
"Well you assumed, fucking wrong." he yelled it this time.
"A fucking slave doesn't assume anything, ever. A fucking slave only obeys.
Now get down on your knees and slither up so that you are next to the last
urinal." he ordered.
I got down quickly and followed his instructions. My bare feet were lodged
against the cold wall and my knees dug into the cold tile floor.
"Assume the Rest Position." he commanded.
I sat back on my knees, my ass cheeks and back coming in contact with the cold
tiles, my hands resting on my knees.
"We are going to begin your toilet training. If you hadn't have been such a
fucking jerk and assumed things, we would have let you empty your bladder first.
But now you will just have to hold it as punishment until the toilet training
session is completed." he said as if scolding a little child.
His scolding made me feel foolish and stupid. Al and Bill looked on, they had
disgusted looks on their faces. Up until now they had been treating me with a
little bit of respect, now they just looked at me as though I was dirt.
Bill then went to a cupboard in the wall and pulled out a roll of something. He
walked back to the urinal beside me and it sounded like he was taping something.
I dared not look to see what he was doing. Whatever it was, he went right down
the line doing it to each urinal in turn.
"All of the urinal's are Out of Order, Al." Dickie said. "Looks like we may
have a problem with the plumbing and it may take an hour or more for us to
figure out what the problem might be." Dickie said.
"Well that is not really a problem, Dickie." Al answered. "The piggy here can
take over until we get it fixed. Right piggy?" he said sharply, looking down at
me.
I raised my head from the floor where I had been looking and looked him in the
eye.
"Yes Sir." I answered, tears filling my eyes.
A fucking public urinal. I had been reduced to a public urinal. I wanted to
shrivel up and die. I didn't have the time for that, Dickie stepped forward and
stood directly in front of me.
"Toilet training 101, piggy. When a real man steps in front of you, you will
raise your head to look directly at his crotch. Repeat that and every
instruction I give you." he demanded.
"When a real man steps in front of me I raise my head and look directly at his
crotch." I repeated.
"Use your hands to remove his cock, carefully from either his pouch, or his
pants." he instructed and I repeated.
"Next stick out your tongue and form it into a V."
"Next, rest the man's dick head on your tongue, keeping the forefinger and thumb
on the cock to hold it in place."
"Now prepare to swallow and don't dribble any. If you do the man may punish you
by giving you a kick in the crotch or he just might haul off and give you a swat
across the head or face."
He then began to empty his bladder into my mouth. He was controlling the speed
of his void so I could keep up with the flow. It would be impossible for
anyone to swallow fast enough to keep up with a bladder emptying at normal
pressure.
I hated this. Al and Bill were watching my degradation and they had smiles on
their faces. Tears were running down my cheeks again, I could feel them. That
had no effect on Dickie, he just kept right on a pissing until his bladder was
empty.
"Once the man's bladder is empty, lift the dick and tap it a couple of times
against your tongue to get any drops that might still be in the urethra." he
instructed
I did as he commanded, it was terribly degrading.
"Next bring your mouth up to the dick head and lick it clean."
"Finally, place the dick back in the pouch or pants and zip up."
I quickly followed his instructions. Then placed my hands back on my knees. As
he pulled away I looked back down at the floor.
"Do you understand your duties?" he asked gruffly.
"Yes Sir." I managed to squeak out.
Al moved right in and took his place. I went through the whole thing again. I
fucked up at the end and got a swat across the head. I forgot to tap his dick
against my tongue before licking it clean.
As he walked away, Bill took his place and I went through it all again. I
didn't mess up this time. But my gut was full of fucking piss, mixed with the
two cups of coffee I had drunk at the break. My bladder was yelling at me to
give it some relief. But I knew that was not going to happen for quite some
time.
"We shall come back and collect you as soon as we figure out what is wrong with
the urinals. Until then you will remain in this position. You will not get up
or move around under any circumstance unless ordered to do so. Do you
understand?" Dickie first instructed then asked.
"Yes Sir. But please Sir, let me empty my bladder it is really full and giving
me a real problem, Sir." I begged.
"You should have thought of that before you made your fucking assumptions,
piggy. How the fuck are you ever going to learn if we don't follow through on
our punishments?" so saying the three of them turned and left me alone.
I shivered as the door closed behind them. What kind of hell was I in for now?
My bladder was full and the need to pee was almost overpowering. They wanted
me to piss myself, I was sure. Then they would be able to tell Charlie that I
was not behaving and he might order me to spend another day here.
I wanted to go back to Charlie's so bad I was willing to do anything that would
get me out of here. Tears were still flowing down my cheeks when the bathroom
door opened. I stiffened up and kept my eyes on the floor, 10 ft to the front.
A pair of boots and bare legs came into my view, I raised my head and stared at
the crotch. The black pouch was bulging. He walked right up to me, his
crotch only inches away from my face.
I raised my hands and removed his huge dick from the pouch. The thing had to be
8" long and 2 inches in diameter. A quick memory of the fat cock last night
entered my mind, but left just as quick. It didn't even compare to this one.
I formed my tongue into a V and rested the head of this huge master piece on my
tongue. He opened up and allowed the urine to flow under control.
I couldn't believe how well these guys were able to control their urine flow.
I was sure I could not do it at all. Once my bladder opens, that's it, it just
keeps going until it empties. Of course I don't think I have ever tried to
control my bladder flow, must give it a try, if they ever let me piss again that
is.
This guy pissed and pissed and fucking pissed. I didn't think he was ever
going to stop. My gut felt bloated. If someone else comes in right behind
him I am going to start having real problems. Where the fuck is it going to go?
When he finished, I gently tapped his dick against my tongue a few times, then
leaned my mouth in and licked it clean. Finaly placing it back in the pouch
and assuming the position. As he backed away I lowered my head to the floor.
I did not dare look up, so all I saw of him was his dick, legs and boots. They
came into piss about one every 10 minutes or so. Five including the one I just
told you about had been in so far.
My gut was really bloated and my bladder was under a lot of pressure now. It
was so great, urine had started to dribble out in small drops. I could see a
small puddle down between my legs and could also see the urine dripping out. But
there was nothing I could do.
I had decided that I would continue to hold on as long as I could. When I
reached the point where it became impossible, then I would let it go and live
with the consequences. What the hell else could I do? I didn't want to fuck
up any chances of Charlie taking me home tonight.
The pressure in my bladder had become so great my gut was starting to cramp up.
I got a sudden severe cramp that caused me to give a loud yell of pain and fall
forward. But still I managed to hold the bladder closed.
I got myself back up into the rest position. The little piss puddle had grown
quite large. I contemplated moving so I could bend over and lick it up. But
thought better of it. I reasoned that the punishment for moving would be much
greater then the puddle.
The puddle was an involuntary body response over which I had no control.
Moving would be a deliberate act of disobedience. So I just stayed in the
relax position, dribbled more pee, sweat and moaned from the gut pains.
The toilet door opened, another customer I thought. Didn't matter because I was
not going to be able to do him. My body had reached the limits of it's
endurance. I had decided, that when he stepped in front of me I would tell him
that I could not do him. I had to be permitted to empty my bladder and that
was that.
"Ah and how is the piggy." Dickie's voice rang loud and clear.
"I can not hang on much longer, Sir. I feel like I am going to be very sick
any moment. Please, Sir, let me empty my bladder or just kill me, I can not
take this any longer." I said it quietly, afraid to take my concentration off
of holding my bladder in check.
I was cry profusely, tears running like a river down my cheek. I think the
beatings, the ball hanging pain, all of what had gone on before was much
preferable to this slow agonizing requirement to hold my bladder. I was quite
serious, when I told him to either let me piss or kill me.
"Do you think you could make it to the toilet?" he asked.
"No Sir, I am quite incapable of moving on my own. My bladder will release." I
answered carefully and slowly.
"Do not move from your position, stay just like you are and we will move you to
a place where you may let it go." he said.
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I replied.
Al and Bill each went to one side. Dickie took my feet and they lifted me just
the way I was, carrying me to into the shower room. They placed me on the
floor close to the drain.
"Ok, Harold." Dickie said. "Let it go."
Total fear then gripped me like a fist. I tried to open my bladder but nothing
happened.
"It won't come out, it won't come out." I screamed hysterically.
I was in a real panic. Then I started puking. Huge fountains of fucking
bitter, acidic urine shot up my throat and out my mouth, spraying against the
shower room floor. It just didn't seem to want to stop.
Then my bladder finally opened and the hot piss was flowing down my urethra, but
I had no control what-so-ever. There I was a pathetic, shell of a man, puking
and pissing out of control. The shower room soon started to smell like a
fucking urinal.
Eventually my bladder emptied and the puking stopped. I lay on the floor in my
own filth surround by the piss of all the guys that had used me in the last hour
or so. What I didn't realize was that I was laying right on top of the drain
and it couldn't drain away.
"Harold if you move a bit all that slop you are lying in will go down the
drain." Dickie said calmly.
I shifted a bit and could hear the drain start to gurgle. Dickie went over and
turned on a shower.
"If you think you can mange, get yourself over here under the shower, it will
make you feel much better." he called to me.
I looked up. That shower looked so inviting I scrambled as quickly as my aching
body would allow to get under it's healing warmth.
"Go ahead and shower until you feel clean. You will find a towel on the bench
in the locker room. Meet us in the training room when your finished. Do you
remember where the training room is, Harold?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. Room 18, Sir. Ahh... thank you, Sir." I answered.
"You are most welcome Harold." he said as the three of them left me alone to
clean all the crap off of my body.
You can not possibly imagine how wonderful it is to be permitted to just stand
under a hot shower, unless you have been deprived of it. For the longest time
I just stood still and let the hot water wash away my pains.
There was a bar of sweet smelling soap in the soap dish so I soaped up good then
went under the water, rinsed it off, then soaped up again. I wanted every
trace of that fucking piss off my body.
I filled my mouth from the hot spray a dozen times, rinsed my mouth and spit out
the contents, but still I had that terrible taste of piss in my mouth. I
figured I would have it for quite a while.
I finally figured I had better not linger here too long. This might be another
test. They hadn't told me to rush or anything, however I decided I had better
not screw around. I took one final rinse, then shut down the shower and walked
to the change room.
True to his word, a big, fluffy white towel was waiting for me on the bench. I
luxuriated in the feel of it as I dried my rejuvenated body. There was a large
laundry hamper in the corner so I dropped the towel in on my way out.
I felt wonderful walking down that hallway, even though I was naked. Even
though I had SLAVE written in big black letters across my pubic area. Amazing
what a little hot water can do.
I opened the door of room 18 and stepped in. The room was empty. The table
and chairs were still in the centre of the room. What was I supposed to do, I
wondered. I didn't want to make another gaff that would have me taking piss for
another couple of hours.
Then I remembered the training I had been given earlier, "You may go to the
rest position." That seemed like the safest bet so I walked almost to the
centre of the room and then went down on my knees, sat back on my heels and
rested my hands on my knees, then waited.
I would estimate it was a good half hour or so before Dickie showed up. He
walked in carrying a white plastic bag.
"You learned your lesson well, Harold." he said walking over to the table and
placing the bag on it.
"Did you adopt the position as soon as you entered the room or did you stand for
a while?" he asked.
I thought it was a trick question and that I might be in trouble. But I
decided not to play any games, I would tell him the exact truth and not try
glossing anything.
"When I first came in, Sir, I found the room empty and wasn't sure what I was
supposed to do, so I just stood by the door for a few minutes. Then I
remembered the training from this morning and walked to this point and adopted
the Rest Position, Sir. Was that correct, Sir?" I asked.
"Not quite, but close enough. What you should have done was just move out of
the way of the door, to one side, then adopt the position. The Master may not
like it if he enters the room and unexpectedly finds a slave at rest right in
the middle of the room." he explained.
"Understood, Sir. Will know better next time, Sir." I replied.
"Good. In that bag are your clothes. You will get dressed then adopt the
position and wait for my return." he said as he turned and left the room.
I got up from my position, shook out the kinks from having sat like that for so
long and made my way to the table.
I peaked into the bag and began to pull out the, "cloths". Well I guess
compared to what I had been wearing since my arrival, these could be considered
cloths.
A black vest that didn't fasten in the front, a black pouch and a pair of highly
shined black boots. No socks, I noted.
The hardest part of getting dressed was lacing up the boots, that took all of,
oh about 2 minutes for each one. I then went and knelt down at the side of the
door, but out of the way of anyone entering. Dickie was back about five
minutes later.
He opened the door, peaked in and saw where I was kneeling. He gave me a big
smile of approval, which for some reason made me feel really good.
"Ok follow me." he said.
I jumped up and followed him down the hall. A few moments later we were
entering the small dining room where we had had our break this morning. All the
chairs were full except two. Dickie headed for the two empty chairs with me
right behind.
He chose the chair on the left which sat him next to Al. He indicated for me to
sit in the other, which caused my heart to thump, Josh would be sitting on my
right. I sat down said hi to Josh and looked around the table.
"How did the training go this morning?" Josh asked.
"Well except for one little problem, it went well Josh. It was most
interesting, but best of all I didn't get beaten or have my nuts kicked or
anything like that." I said with a smile.
He looked at me and gave a big laugh.
"An interesting way to determine whether or not you are having a good day." he
laughted.
"Guess you must be learning you lessons."
Across the table from me sat the lad that had been bringing me all the beer last
night. When he looked at me, I said:
"Hi. Thanks for being such a help last night."
"Hi, that's ok. My name is Garrath, but these guys think it is too high
falutin' for a slave, so they just call me Gary." he said holding his hand
across the table.
I shook his hand and replied:
"Very glad to meet you Gary."
Lunch was a very pleasant, friendly affair. The guys, laughed, joked and told
stories and ...... well... just acted like any other group of guys thrown
together.
The food was simple, but great. It consisted of Hot Corned Beef and shaved
beef sandwiches, dills, fresh home made french fries, choice of ice cream or
lemon pie, tea, coffee, milk and fruit juices. No limitations on anything.
Needless to say I dug in with a vengeance. Must stomach had been emptied during
the pee episode.
When lunch was finished we all headed for the gym. Master Dieter had an iron
fast rule here. All slaves must partake in strenuous physical exercise for one
hour after every meal. I also found out that all of these guys had to put in
two hours in the gym or the pool every evening, without exception. They could
do what they wanted but it must be active stuff. No wonder all his slaves were
so muscular and healthy looking.
The big surprise was that Master Dieter followed his own rule. He was already
hard at work, running at a fair clip on a tread mill. He was naked and sweat
was pouring from his body.
It turned out that every slave had his own tread mill, his own weight bench,
etc. Master Dieter only purchased the best of everything when it came to
exercise equipment and everyone had the same stuff.
Josh led me down to the end of a long line of tread mills. Each of the guys
had walked up to their own and began to strip. He told me to strip and then
wait, a trainer would be over and get me started. He then left for his own
machine.
I quickly removed the few little items that I had been wearing and watched as
the guys all climbed aboard their machines and quickly got themselves up to the
same speed as Master Dieter.
"Ah, the famous Dinky doggie arrives to run the wheel." said a loud, jovial
voice.
I turned and there was the short, older slave that had such a big cock. The
memory of that cock going down my throat last night and how I loved it flood
back into my brain.
"My name is Stuart." he said holding out his hand.
We shook and he went on to ask:
"Have you ever done any of this before laddie?"
"Not at the speeds these guys are working, Sir." I replied.
"No you don't look like you have been. It would take you a month or two before
you would be able to get anywhere near their speeds. But no fear, we will
start you off at a nice leisurely pace, for 20 minutes. How does that sound?"
he asked beaming.
"That would be good, Sir." I replied, little did I know.
"Ok, now just climb up and grab hold of the bar. Normally you would set and
maintain the controls, but because your new to this I am going to set everything
from here." he said, standing right in front of me.
"Now be very sure never to let go of that bar and maintain the same pace as the
walker. If you don't you could seriously hurt yourself and the Master would
not be pleased. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes Sir." I replied.
"Have fun boy." he said as he pushed some buttons.
The machine started off slow. It was a walking pace. After a few moments it
started to go faster and then faster, soon I was running at a fairly brisk clip.
I had not done any serious exercise since Charlie had kidnapped me. I was not
prepared for this kind of running. Stuart had said he was going to start me at
a gentle pace, but fuck there was nothing gentle about this.
It didn't take long before I was gasping for air, my feet pounding along at an
incredible speed. I wasn't going to be able to keep this up for very long and
the fucking thing seemed to be picking up speed.
I made a quick look around to see what the other guys were doing. It might
have been because of my trying to catch my breath, maybe my mind was fuzzy, but
the others didn't seem to be running even half as fast as I was. And still the
machine was picking up speed.
I began to panic. If I were to let go at this speed the thing would throw me
off with incredible force and I would surely break some bones. Something was
seriously wrong, I decided I had better call for help.
I tried to gather enough air to make sure I would be heard.
"Help." I called out as loud as I could manage.
I looked around again but it didn't seem like anyone had heard. I tried again.
"Help."
A moment later, Stuart was beside the machine.
"Sonofabitch." he yelled.
He quickly made his way to the controls and flicked some buttons but nothing
happened, except the machine kept picking up speed. I was running as fast as
my legs were going to go, if the machine didn't shut down soon I was going to
get thrown off.
Stuart worked frantically for a couple of seconds then gave up. He ran to the
wall and pulled the plug. The machine immediately began to slow down, but much
faster than was good for me.
"Jump off and keep running around the gym." Stuart ordered.
I was so used to obeying orders now that I did exactly what I was told, even
though I would have preferred to stop with the machine.
Stuart kept me running and slowed me down gradually. I was gasping and
staggering, but he forced me to continue, running beside me the whole way.
Bringing me down a bit at a time.
Finally we were able to stop running but he kept me walking. The pace of the
walk gradually decreased to a normal walking pace and in the process my
breathing returned to normal.
My body was like a furnace. My face felt like it was burning up and rivers of
sweat poured off me. I wanted to just sit down and relax, but Stuart was having
none of that. Once he figured I had walked enough he started me on
calisthenics.
Soon most of the other slaves and Master Dieter had joined in. We were all a
mess of male flesh running rivers of male sweat onto the floor. Stuart kept us
at the calisthenics for a good half hour and then demanded 10 laps of the gym
before hitting the showers.
Without one word of complaint the guys all began their laps, I followed along.
I was just finishing my first lap when Master Dieter pulled up alongside of me
from behind.
"Let's see what kind of man you really are, Harold. I'll race you for the
showers. If you beat me you may have the rest of the afternoon to relax and
enjoy the company of Josh. If I beat you, you spend the rest of the afternoon
here with Stuart, learning how to run." he challenged.
Figuring it would be a good way to get into his good books, and knowing I didn't
stand a chance, I agreed. After all, I could think of a lot of things worse
then spending the afternoon with Stuart. A certain toilet for instance.
"Your on, Sir," I said, "holding out my hand to shake.
He sprinted ahead right away and I thought fuck I knew I didn't have a chance.
But I also thought about having the rest of the afternoon to rest and relax,
then home to Pat. I increased my pace, sprinting I knew did not win races.
By the fifth lap I was beside him. My steady pace was slightly faster than his.
He picked his up to stay even with me. What happens in a tie, I wondered.
At lap nine we were still side by side. At the half way point of nine, Dieter
began to pick up the pace again and moved slightly ahead. No damned way was I
going to loose this now I thought and picked up my pace as well.
I drew back up alongside of him as we started lap 10. He looked at me and
smiled, then he went to say something, but I was no longer there. I had been
preparing myself mentally for just this moment. To catch him off guard for
just a second. That was all the time I needed to put everything I had into one,
last, desperate dash.
I crossed the magic line just a fraction of a second ahead of him. I had put
too much into this to be able to just suddenly stop so kept going bring my
system down slowly. I was just breaking into a walk, my breathing almost back
to normal when Master Dieter pulled up along side again.
He placed a big hand on my shoulder.
"Charlie really does know how to pick them. Your ok Harold. Your ok." he
gasped out.
I looked at him and felt so proud.
Was I proud? Not all that long ago I was hating this man with a passion. I
hated him and everything he stood for, now here he says he is proud of me and I
am feeling wonderful about it. Things were happening to me that I didn't
understand.
A few moments later we joined the others in the showers. Everyone, including
Master Dieter were horsing around. We were like a group of kids. There was
no Master/Slave thing going on here, we were just a bunch of guys having fun.
Then I noticed that some of the guys were starting to get hard. They were
rubbing and touching each other, one had got down on his knees in front of
Dieter and had started licking his cock and rubbing his ass. That it seemed
was the signal for an orgy to begin. Before I even had time to blink everyone
was fucking or sucking someone else.
A hot mouth suddenly enveloped my cock. I looked down and was almost shocked to
see Josh. He looked up and his eyes were shining. I smiled and then just let
it all flow. At this moment I would rather his lips were on mine, but hell who
was I to argue with something that felt good for a change.
Josh was doing a fantastic job on my dick. I looked around at the erotic
scenes all around me. Everywhere I looked someone was sucking or fucking.
Adrenaline was pouring through my system, my heart beating ten times faster then
it had while I was running.
My cock was throbbing and the most wonderful sensations arose as Josh continued
to work it. Then a whole new thrill, a hot tongue was licking my ass. My cock
gave a lurch, just at the wrong moment and Josh gave a little gag sound, but
quickly recovered.
The tongue moved up and down my ass cheeks and was now licking furiously down my
crack, getting closer to the glory hole. The entire sensation, sight, sounds,
feelings were all coming together in a most profound way.
An all encompassing sexual experience, being a part of this living, breathing
orgy of lust. Then that tongue found my little rose bud and almost sent me
through the roof. I screamed out my joy.
"Oh yeah, suck my ass. Oh get that tongue in there and suck my ass.
Yaaaaaaaa."
Between the two of them they were quickly bringing me to the boiling point. I
was one big ball of pure lust. Between the tongue fucking my ass and the mouth
fucking itself on my cock I was in heaven.
The tongue pulled out of my ass and I whimpered.
"Nooooo don't stop."
But a couple of strong arms wrapped around my chest and I felt a hard cock
searching for the hole of glory. Then the head was rubbing against my hole and
being pushed in.
Slowly and carefully he forced his prick up my ass. Taking his time, push in a
bit, stop, in a bit more, stop. Soon I felt his hairy pubs against my ass.
"Are your ready for this, Harold." Master Dieter whispered in my ear.
The shock of hearing Master Dieter's voice, through me. Was that him that just
licked and fucked my as with his tongue? Would he do that to a slave? I
finally found my with and answered him.
"Oh yes Sir, fuck the ass off me Sir."
"Oh I intend to Harold, you can bet on it." he said with a note of amusement in
his voice.
He then began a slow, steady thrusting in and out. Josh changed his face
fucking pattern to match the strokes of Dieter. As the Master's cock would
begin to thrust up my ass, Josh's mouth would begin the journey down my cock,
both ending up against my crotch at the same time.
"You like the feel of a real man's cock in your ass pussy, don't you Harold?"
Dieter said, in-between his grunts.
"Yes, Sir, I love the feeling of a real man's cock in my pussy. Fuck my pussy
Master." I replied through my own gasping breath.
"That's all your good for Harold, being humped by a real man. All wimps like
you need to feel a man's cock forced up their ass pussies."
Down on my cock, Josh was still keeping rhythm with Dieter, thrust for thrust.
I was nearing the pinnacle, my whole world was one of sweet pleasure, erupting
from my dick and deep inside my pussy. I was quickly losing control, loosing
myself in the pleasure.
"Ahhhggggguuuuuhhhhhh, Fuck me .....
aaaaahhhhh...... ohhhhhhh...... yessssss..
yessss.... yessss...oooooohhhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhhhgggggg..... Fuck me Master, fuck
this useless slaves ass." I yelled incoherently as my nuts began to unload.
Master Dieter sensing my state, began to unload himself.
"Take my fucking seed you worthless piece of shit. Ohhhh ya take my seed in you
hot pussy." he yelled.
As I unloaded my hot juices down Josh's throat the Master was unloading his hot
stuff up my ass. I could feel the burning heat of his seed as it plastered the
walls of my bowels. The two of us, lost in a sexual frenzy as our nuts pumped
until empty.
Dieter bent his head down to my neck and began to bite my shoulder. It hurt
but I dared not pull away. He kept sinking his teeth, deeper and deeper into
my tender flesh, still I did not pull away. It became so painful I began to cry
out, but still he applied pressure. Soon I was screaming.
"Please, oh man it hurts. Please, Sir."
Just when I didn't think I would be able to take the pain any longer, he finally
stopped biting, but continued to suck on the spot he had just bitten. The
sucking did nothing to ease the pain throbbing through the bite, if anything it
increased the pain.
Josh had finished licking my dick clean and stood up. He said nothing, but
watched as Dieter exerted his authority over me, by continuing to make the
bitten area painful.
He finally lifted his head and whispered in my ear.
"Didn't like me biting you did you, Harold?"
"No Sir. but my likes and dislikes are of no consequence, Sir." I answered.
"Dickie has done a very good job with you Harold. You are correct your likes
and dislikes are of no consequence to me. I am the Master, you are the slave
and that is the way it will always be. Enjoy your afternoon with Josh, you
have earned it." he finished and pulled away from me.
I turned around, but he was gone. I could not see him anywhere, so I turned
back to Josh.
"May we leave Josh, or do we have to stay until everyone leaves?" I asked him in
a low voice, while my left hand raised and covered the bite.
"Let's go." he answered.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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