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Remote Control Slave,
Part 7
Back in the apartment was a surprise: Cock-Master was there to greet Piss-Master! They embraced and kissed, ignoring me completely. Unsure what to do, I went to the default position: kneeling in the corner facing the walls with my hands behind my head.
Behind me i could hear the two Masters making out, clothes were dropping, skin was slapping. I could almost smell the testosterone in the room, and i longed to be able to watch but knew that would be a mistake. When they needed me, I would know about it.
The make-out session continued for about fifteen minutes…there didn’t seem to be any penetration on either part, just a lot of licking and rubbing with lots of moans and “oh fucks. It was hot! My penis tented through the white bikini and pink panties AND white shorts.
“I got to piss,” I heard Cock-Master say.
“He’s addicted to it now...use the slut,” Piss-Master offered.
Cock Master came up behind me, tied his sweaty boy-beater around my eyes as a blindfold and dragged me by my collar to the center of the living room where he pushed me back to my knees.
“Open wide cocksucker,” he ordered.
In seconds my mouth was flooded with his piss, and I realized the other Master was correct. i was addicted to it, i swallowed it mouthful by mouthful, wanting even more when his stream became a dribble. Some had dribbled over my lips onto the coffee table, so he grabbed my head in two hands and used me like a portable vacuum cleaner to lick it up. Not satisfied, he then directed my head to the side and higher…a pause…and then my face was being pushed into Piss-Master ass. i didn’t need orders, I started licking, my tongue swirling his black pubic hairs into patterns, then darting in and out of his musty hole, trying with everything I had to give him pleasure.
It was apparently working…he bent over, moaning as I rimmed him. Cock Master was in front of him, offering, but not demanding that his hardened cock be sucked by his fellow Master. He took up the offer, and soon Piss Master was getting rimmed and blowing Cock master, and sporting the biggest erection I think I had ever seen.
My own penis hadn’t softened since I was in the storeroom, but the Masters were, well, Masters. i was here for their pleasure, not mine. And they soon decided to make a point of that.
They took a break. My blindfold had worked itself down below my eyes, and neither of them adjusted it, so i watched as Piss-Master went to my bedroom closet and removed the hanging clothes, throwing them on the spare bed. Me he threw over the back of the couch, pulling my clothes down to my ankles and removing the butt plug I had worn all day. Before my ass could even begin to close, he inserted a much larger one…I was sure he had skipped at least two in the larger and larger progression…it hurt like hell an I had to stop myself from screaming. He pulled the three layers of pissed on underclothes back up and held his hands out for a tongue wash. I made a quick job of it, tasting all of the collected body fluids that had accumulated on my clothes and been transferred to his hands.
Cock-Master came over, replaced my blindfold, and manhandled me into the closet. The two Masters used my leather restraints and rope to tie me to the clothes rod. In my mouth they placed the somewhat smaller but plug, and I knew right away it was the one I had word that day…they secured it into my mouth with a leather strap. I felt one or both of them spit on my face and then piss some more on my secured slimy body. They closed the bi-fold French doors, and I was left in the complete darkness. The blindfold somewhat covered my ears too but not completely.
“He’s a queer little fucker, isn’t he?” came a voice.
“Yea, you are born slut. Good to have around when you need to pee.”
They laughed, and I could hear them fall together onto my bed. The more of the sex sounds…lots of licking and moans…passionate kissing and more moaning...finally…”Fuck me!”
I couldn’t tell who had said it, but seconds later I knew there was some serious screwing going on…Bam! Bam! Bam! The headboard of my bed slammed into the wall with each powerful thrust. I tried to imagine who was on top, but it didn’t matter. Both Masters were gorgeous and either way it was much too hot…for the second time that week I had one of those no-touch orgasms, and this time it seemed to last forever. There was so much cream my cum leaked down from beneath the panties onto my leg, slowly making its way down my smooth hairless leg. By the time it hit my toes I was falling asleep and the Masters had finished playing. There was a muffled sound of snoring and i was out like a light.
The next morning I dozed in and out of sleep. I know I pissed myself at least twice, and wondered about how I would clean the carpet in the closet. There was movement outside the closet, but I couldn’t tell what was happening.
Finally the closet doors were thrown open. It was daytime. Piss-Master took me down, leaving the restraints on my hands and feet, and pulled me to the bathroom where he removed my clothes, blindfold and gag and refastened me to the eyebolts in the shower.
Using the shower hose, he rinsed me down and left me hanging there. Not a word was spoken, and I kept my eyes down as I had been taught. A while later Cock Master came in and acted as if he was going to piss on me, instead turning to the toilet at the last minute…knowing that was a punishment for me now. Eventually I had to piss, and did I so, spraying my own legs and feet. I inhaled deeply, loving the smell and wishing I could have found a way to get it into my mouth.
A few hours later, they untied me.
“Shave and wash that worthless puny slave body, cocksucker, and do it good. I don’t want to see even a tiny hair anywhere,” ordered Cock-Master.
They gave me lots of time, so I was able to do a good job, carefully using a hand mirror to get my ass crack, I scrubbed my skin so much it was pink, and even that turned me on. Although I had slept basically standing up in the closet, I felt refreshed and ready for a new day.
As I dried off, Piss-Master came in and threw a clean pair of my bright pink panties to me. Apparently Brian had made his delivery while I slept, and I wondered jealously if he had gotten any action from my Masters.
Wearing only the panties, I walked into my living room. Both Masters were sitting on the couch, kinda cuddling. It was bright in the room, brighter than usual, and I spotted two studios like spotlights on either side of my computer desk. Directly behind the computer was a camcorder. The red “record” light was on.
“Get the fuck on your knees you scum punk slave trash!” And then came a voice from the computer. It was evening in South Africa, and my first Master was ready to try out his new toys.
To be continued
Part 7
Back in the apartment was a surprise: Cock-Master was there to greet Piss-Master! They embraced and kissed, ignoring me completely. Unsure what to do, I went to the default position: kneeling in the corner facing the walls with my hands behind my head.
Behind me i could hear the two Masters making out, clothes were dropping, skin was slapping. I could almost smell the testosterone in the room, and i longed to be able to watch but knew that would be a mistake. When they needed me, I would know about it.
The make-out session continued for about fifteen minutes…there didn’t seem to be any penetration on either part, just a lot of licking and rubbing with lots of moans and “oh fucks. It was hot! My penis tented through the white bikini and pink panties AND white shorts.
“I got to piss,” I heard Cock-Master say.
“He’s addicted to it now...use the slut,” Piss-Master offered.
Cock Master came up behind me, tied his sweaty boy-beater around my eyes as a blindfold and dragged me by my collar to the center of the living room where he pushed me back to my knees.
“Open wide cocksucker,” he ordered.
In seconds my mouth was flooded with his piss, and I realized the other Master was correct. i was addicted to it, i swallowed it mouthful by mouthful, wanting even more when his stream became a dribble. Some had dribbled over my lips onto the coffee table, so he grabbed my head in two hands and used me like a portable vacuum cleaner to lick it up. Not satisfied, he then directed my head to the side and higher…a pause…and then my face was being pushed into Piss-Master ass. i didn’t need orders, I started licking, my tongue swirling his black pubic hairs into patterns, then darting in and out of his musty hole, trying with everything I had to give him pleasure.
It was apparently working…he bent over, moaning as I rimmed him. Cock Master was in front of him, offering, but not demanding that his hardened cock be sucked by his fellow Master. He took up the offer, and soon Piss Master was getting rimmed and blowing Cock master, and sporting the biggest erection I think I had ever seen.
My own penis hadn’t softened since I was in the storeroom, but the Masters were, well, Masters. i was here for their pleasure, not mine. And they soon decided to make a point of that.
They took a break. My blindfold had worked itself down below my eyes, and neither of them adjusted it, so i watched as Piss-Master went to my bedroom closet and removed the hanging clothes, throwing them on the spare bed. Me he threw over the back of the couch, pulling my clothes down to my ankles and removing the butt plug I had worn all day. Before my ass could even begin to close, he inserted a much larger one…I was sure he had skipped at least two in the larger and larger progression…it hurt like hell an I had to stop myself from screaming. He pulled the three layers of pissed on underclothes back up and held his hands out for a tongue wash. I made a quick job of it, tasting all of the collected body fluids that had accumulated on my clothes and been transferred to his hands.
Cock-Master came over, replaced my blindfold, and manhandled me into the closet. The two Masters used my leather restraints and rope to tie me to the clothes rod. In my mouth they placed the somewhat smaller but plug, and I knew right away it was the one I had word that day…they secured it into my mouth with a leather strap. I felt one or both of them spit on my face and then piss some more on my secured slimy body. They closed the bi-fold French doors, and I was left in the complete darkness. The blindfold somewhat covered my ears too but not completely.
“He’s a queer little fucker, isn’t he?” came a voice.
“Yea, you are born slut. Good to have around when you need to pee.”
They laughed, and I could hear them fall together onto my bed. The more of the sex sounds…lots of licking and moans…passionate kissing and more moaning...finally…”Fuck me!”
I couldn’t tell who had said it, but seconds later I knew there was some serious screwing going on…Bam! Bam! Bam! The headboard of my bed slammed into the wall with each powerful thrust. I tried to imagine who was on top, but it didn’t matter. Both Masters were gorgeous and either way it was much too hot…for the second time that week I had one of those no-touch orgasms, and this time it seemed to last forever. There was so much cream my cum leaked down from beneath the panties onto my leg, slowly making its way down my smooth hairless leg. By the time it hit my toes I was falling asleep and the Masters had finished playing. There was a muffled sound of snoring and i was out like a light.
The next morning I dozed in and out of sleep. I know I pissed myself at least twice, and wondered about how I would clean the carpet in the closet. There was movement outside the closet, but I couldn’t tell what was happening.
Finally the closet doors were thrown open. It was daytime. Piss-Master took me down, leaving the restraints on my hands and feet, and pulled me to the bathroom where he removed my clothes, blindfold and gag and refastened me to the eyebolts in the shower.
Using the shower hose, he rinsed me down and left me hanging there. Not a word was spoken, and I kept my eyes down as I had been taught. A while later Cock Master came in and acted as if he was going to piss on me, instead turning to the toilet at the last minute…knowing that was a punishment for me now. Eventually I had to piss, and did I so, spraying my own legs and feet. I inhaled deeply, loving the smell and wishing I could have found a way to get it into my mouth.
A few hours later, they untied me.
“Shave and wash that worthless puny slave body, cocksucker, and do it good. I don’t want to see even a tiny hair anywhere,” ordered Cock-Master.
They gave me lots of time, so I was able to do a good job, carefully using a hand mirror to get my ass crack, I scrubbed my skin so much it was pink, and even that turned me on. Although I had slept basically standing up in the closet, I felt refreshed and ready for a new day.
As I dried off, Piss-Master came in and threw a clean pair of my bright pink panties to me. Apparently Brian had made his delivery while I slept, and I wondered jealously if he had gotten any action from my Masters.
Wearing only the panties, I walked into my living room. Both Masters were sitting on the couch, kinda cuddling. It was bright in the room, brighter than usual, and I spotted two studios like spotlights on either side of my computer desk. Directly behind the computer was a camcorder. The red “record” light was on.
“Get the fuck on your knees you scum punk slave trash!” And then came a voice from the computer. It was evening in South Africa, and my first Master was ready to try out his new toys.
To be continued
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