Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 20:25:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Master in The Mall, Part One

The Master in The Mall
by bamaboi2serve
under the strict supervision
of Master Daddy Sir

     Master Daddy Sir was walking in the x-rated shopping mall, leading his
cocksucking sissiboi slave along a step behind him. Master held a leash
that was connected to the boy's sissiboi collar.
     Master heard a whimpering, and stopped short, turning with disgust to
see why the bitch cunt was interrupting his walk.
    "Please Daddy grant your cocksucker to go potty?" the cocksucker
begged, his eyes on the floor.
    Master turned and pulled the sissiboi to a nearby empty restroom. He
commands the bitch to "Present slave!" And the boi 'immediately loosens his
shorts and drops them to his ankles, revealing a pair of frilly light blue
ruffled panties.
   Another order: "Display slave'!" and the sissiboi drops his frilly
panties to his ankles, revealing a CBT3000 locking his tiny pee-pee
dickie. In his cunt hole was a medium blue anal plug.

'What do you have to do, cocksucker?" he asked the cunt.
 "Pee-pee Daddy." he replied, keeping his eyes down.  "Okay... sit, leave
the door open, and go pee-pee'
 Master unhooked the leash, freeing the slut to waddle over to the first
stall. He pushed the door open and sat abruptly on the toilet, aware of the
fact that it had been pissed on by previous users, but being smart enough
not to complain about it. His little pee pee started draining through the
CBT3000 he had worn for three weeks.
     Master Daddy Sir took his post in front of the stall, arms folded,
watching as his collared slave pissed sitting down, the only approved
position for the pathetic cocksucking pussiboi.
     "Hold it!" Master ordered loudly,
     The slave did as told and stopped pissing, clamping his urethra shut
to pause in mid-piss.
     Master Daddy pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it to the
boi, who without asking, placed it at the opening in the CBT3000, ready to
capture the piss from his little boi pee pee.
    "Boi" was an adult, but as Master constantly told him, he had a little
boi's sized pee pee.
     "I bought these in Europe, pissface, where they make condoms in
various sizes. This is the smallest size they make, for boys just starting
to have sex, or for very small men. Just your size, cuntassfucker.." Master
told his boi.
     Boi kept his eyes lowered, as preferred by Master Daddy Sir, as he
kept the small condom in position.  "Continue!" ordered Master.
    The boi resumed pissing, filling the condom with his pee.
    When he was done, he removed the rubber piss-filled bag and handed it
to Master Daddy Sir.
    "Open wide fuckpissface!" he demanded, and the boi quickly opened his
mouth and held his head back. Master Daddy Sir poured the contents of the
condom into the waiting hole, saving just an ounce or so.
    When boi had finished swallowing his piss, master Daddy Sir took the
remainder and dropped it over boi's jet black emo styled hair. Most of it
stayed in the hair, though some dripped down onto his white cut off midriff
girly shirt, staining it piss-yellow in places.
   Master made a mental note: the boi's hair would have to be cut short,
almost to a buzz cut. That would make his head available for tats.
   "Up fuckface," Master ordered and the boi rose from the toilet, feeling
the previous users piss sticking on his ass cheeks.
   "Get those girly pants up and the short too...where the fuck do you
think you are!" he ridiculed the boi, who blushed slightly as he smelled
the piss on him. He knew others in the Mall would smell it too.
   The slave pulled up the frilly blue girly underwear that Master Daddy
Sir had bought for him. He was never allowed to wear real boy underwear
anymore, and frankly, didn't want to either. During the entire piss
incident, his little pee pee had remained hard inside the chastity device,
though as Master reminded him frequently, it would take a magnifying glass
for a real man to see it was hard.
     Boi life goal was serving and obeying Master Daddy Sir. He would do
whatever Master Daddy Sir told him to do.
     Boi pulled the red leather short-shorts up and tightening the belt,
his little boi CBT3000 confined cock and balls created only a small bulge.
    The bathroom door opened and a young man in a track exercise outfit
walked in.
     The newcomer nodded at Master, and looked at the boi with a
combination of disgust and curiosity. Seeing the collar, he asked Master a
question.
     "He belong to you?"
    "Sure does," Master replied.
    "He need a drink?" The muscular young athlete asked.
    "I'm sure he does...help yourself!" replied Master.
    The man walked over to a wall and leaned back, pulling his large cock
out.
    Boi was well-trained, and knew what to do. He quickly positioned
himself on his knees in front of the stranger and opened his mouth. The
man's thick uncut veiny cock soon sat heavily on the boi's extended tongue,
and a flow of piss quickly began rushing into the boi. When he was
finished, the man pulled the boy's head down and wiped his cock on the
cocksucker's hair, slapping boi's face with his cock as he casually looked
up at Master.
    "May I?" he asked.
    "Certainly!" replied Master Daddy Sir, always willing to share his
boi's mouth, though he reserved other boi parts for himself alone.
    The stranger grabbed boi's head with both hands and pulled him onto the
now hefty and growing cock. He set up a regular pace, pushing the cock into
the back of boi's throat and then pulling it out , not giving boi even a
few seconds to adjust. It was a good thing, the boi thought, that Master
Daddy Sir had trained him well to take Master's even larger cock deep into
the furthest recesses of all of his boy holes.
     As the man fucked boi's mouth, the door opened again, and this time it
was a mall security guard. The stranger immediately stopped fucking the
boy's mouth, but resumed once he saw Master Daddy Sir greet the rent-a-cop
warmly and start small talk. The guard stood with his back against the door
as they talked, preventing any other men from entering, watching the man
use the kneeling slave boi. Sissiboi was gagging a bit, straining to keep
up with the man's pace.
     The stranger was fully hard, and though not as big as Master, he was a
mouthful. He pulled boi deeply onto his fleshy spear, holding it in place
deep in the back of the boi's mouth as he pumped a series of cum bursts
into the willing slave's throat. Recovered, he pulled out and again slapped
boi's face with his now wet rod, leaving spots of cum over the boy's face.
    The sissiboi's little pee pee had leaked pre-cum, and it ran down his
shaved leg. The stain would be obvious to anyone. The boi knew Master Daddy
Sir might..MIGHT..let him cum at the end of the week. If he was very, very
good.
    The guard was looking lustily at the boi, but Master had to put him
off, warmly promising a good session with the slave boi soon.
   It was time for boy to get to his afternoon appointment. And Master
liked to be on time.