Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2010 02:28:30 -0400
From: Sub Slave <subkink2serveu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smoke Master - Chapter 2

I was online again and chatting with Master Tim and he said he wanted to
use me again tonight.  This time though, he said he wanted to use me at my
place.  I never invite anyone to come over and use me here though so I was
pretty nervous about the idea but he used me so good the night before, I
couldn't help but to do as he ordered.  I kept thinking of Master Tim's
tall, lean body and that incredible cock that you just can't help but to
worship.  He's truly a God.

His orders were very specific though.  He wanted me to strip naked and go
to bed face down with the back door to my place wide open and to put a note
on the door that read, "Welcome, Master Tim".  I live in a pretty bad
neighborhood though and there are often some pretty rough guys going up and
down the alley behind my house so I asked if he wouldn't mind me leaving
the gate on the back fence unlatched and the back door of the house cracked
with the note on the door.  Thankfully, he said that would be OK.

I asked him what time he would like to come use me but he really told me
off for asking.

"I'll be there when I'm good and ready, goddamn it!  Fuck you, you
worthless piece of shit!  You'll do as I say and not ask so many questions,
bitch!"

"Yes, Master.  I'm sorry, Sir."

I filled with anticipation but, as time passed, I got so sleepy and thought
Master Tim wasn't going to come.  I didn't dare get up and logon again in
case he was just late and caught me out of bed, not following his orders.
I didn't dare close and lock the door either.  I just laid there drifting
in and out of sleep.  I must have fallen asleep pretty hard though at one
point because I didn't hear him come in the house.  In fact, I didn't hear
anything.  I just woke up to the smell of cigarettes and I heard voices in
the next room as Master and some buddies who he brought along were laughing
and Master Tim yelled,

"Get the fuck up, faggot, and get out here and put your fucking mask on so
we don't have to see your face!"

I was so confused, not fully awake yet. He never mentioned anything about
bringing some buddies along and, as I stepped into the next room with my
ski mask on, I could see these were some really big, muscular, black thugs.
They spoke like they were from the hood and they were looking at me like I
was dinner.  I don't allow smoking in my place but their cigarette smoke
was filling the room.  I thought it would never be the same and neither
would I.  In fact, I was worried about whether they wanted to just fuck me
or if they wanted something more.  The smell of cigarettes was so strong.

These guys were built like brick shit houses.  Their bodies were amazing.
Just plain brutes.  Ripped and muscular like nobody's business.

The way they were talking about me was like I wasn't even in the room.
It's like they were sizing up some livestock at the county fair.  I was
like the new bitch in prison.  And I got the sense that Master Tim only
knew one of the guys.  I'm not sure how he knew the others are but it
almost sounded like he'd just picked them up in the neighborhood - maybe in
the alley or at the gas station around the corner - and brought them along
to help use me.  It was surreal.  I could smell their cigarettes and I
could smell their manly bodies standing all around me as they sized me up.
I was afraid to make eye contact

"Well, bitch, what are you waiting for?  Make us some drinks you worthless
shit-for-brains!"

"Yes, Master!  I'm sorry, Sir!"

I didn't have anything to make cocktails but I did have some beers in the
fridge so I brought some out for Master and his buddies.  I barely had
handed them out before they all started shoving me around and man-handling
me.  They grabbed me forcefully and made fun of my cock, my body, my face.
Then they kept blowing their cigar smoke in my face to intimidate me and it
was really working.  My stomach was in my throat and my muscles were so
tense.  The smell of Master's Marlboro Reds and the thugs' Newports was so
strong.  The smell of their ripped, dark chocolate bodies was hot but I was
also afraid of what all they had in mind.  They were really manhandling me
like their bitch.  I was community property.  As they would burn through a
cigarette, Master Tim would order me to light another for them.

They were so damn confident and cocky.  It was like a drug to me.  They
were fucking chimneys though and I was lighting another cigarette for them
every time I turned around.  I was ready to do just about anything they
could think of to tell me though.  They dragged me into the bathroom then
and forced my face down into the toilet water.  Master Tim made me swallow
it before I could lift my head back out - covered in that piss filled
toilet water.  The black guys were cheering him on and laughing at my
expense.  They kept smacking my nuts and my buns while my head was in the
toilet bowl.  Then they told me to lick the toilet seat while they pulled
their cocks out and pissed all over my head and the toilet seat and my
body.

Master Tim grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up to shove his cock in my
mouth.  He ordered me to suck the rest of the piss out of his slit and make
sure to leave his cock clean. All the while, he stood over me smoking his
cigarette and ashing on my head.  The guys he brought were all cheering us
on and licking their chops.

"Aww, damn" they said, "Fuck yeah!"

They wanted to use me too so Master Tim ordered me to clean their cocks too
but he wouldn't let me touch them with my hands.  He liked to see me
struggle.  The sweaty, ripe smell of their crotches was overpowering but it
was so masculine.  I was a sheep being used by a bunch of bulls.  The uncut
ones had cheese under their foreskin and I was about to gag at the though
of it but Master Tim smacked the back of my head and ordered me to keep
sucking until they're completely clean.  They all took their queue from
Master Tim and kept smoking in my tiny bathroom and ashing all over my ass,
my back and the top of my head.

I was choking on their cocks.  To say they were horse hung was an
understatement.  These cocks were fucking huge.  I didn't think it was
possible to have a cock that big.  I just kept sucking though to make
Master proud.  Some of them were sucking Master Tim's cock while I served
the others.  The biggest, muscular one was chewing tobacco while he smoked
and he started spitting that nasty brown jizz all over my back while I
serviced his buddies.  Before I knew it, they were all taking turns fucking
my ass then sticking their dicks down my throat again.  They fed me some
more piss and then busted their nut all over the floor of the bathroom.
Master Tim put his cigarette out in the puddle of cum and then ordered me
to lick up the cum.  I did as he commanded and said, "Thank you, Master!"

They smacked me around a little and I thought they were going to use me
again but then Master ordered me to bend my ass over the edge of the tub.
He grabbed a permanent marker from the table in the hallway while I waited
with my ass in the air and then he wrote all over my ass....FAGGOT!  and
PISS HERE!  Then, with his cigarette in his mouth, he started wailing on my
ass cheeks - spanking me with his bare hand until my buns were bright
fucking red.  I was crying from the pain but it seemed like he kept going
forever, Then, he grabbed the dildo from the sink and stuffed it up my ass.

"You're not allowed to move from this spot until morning, Boy.
Understand?!"

"yes, Master!!!!!!!"