Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 4:07:48 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Remote Control Slave, Part SEVEN

    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 fuck's. It was hot! My penis tented
through the white bikini and pink panties AND white shorts.
  "I gotta 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 vacume 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 and 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 butt 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. Bun not completely.
   "He's a queer little fucker, isn't he?" came a voice.
   "Yea, a 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 powerfull 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.

***********

    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 and i could tell from the
brightness that 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, 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 studio 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!" came a voice
from the computer. It was evening in South Africa, and my first Master was
ready to try out his new toys.

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