Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 03:12:49 -0400
From: Sub Slave <subkink2serveu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Smoke Master - Chapter 4

Master Tim gave me a few days to recover from our last session, thankfully.
I had to call off work for a couple days because my ass had never seen so
much abuse.  Hell, neither had the rest of my body (or my place).  The next
time he contacted me, Master Tim ordered me from then on to sleep naked
with my collar and leash on and my back door unlocked so that he and anyone
he chose could come and go as they pleased without warning.  He also made
me promise to keep my place stocked with plenty of cigarettes and cigars
for he and whoever he brings over so I started keeping a cabinet full of
them for them.

Then, last night while I was sleeping, Master Tim showed up at my place all
by himself.  It was a Friday night and Master Tim woke me up by taking a
paddle to my buns.  They were still pretty red from the other night and he
smacked them so hard I nearly shit myself.  As soon as my eyes opened
though, I saw and smelled the cigarette smoke in my bedroom and figured it
was him.  There was an odd comfort in that even though he was beating my
ass.

"Get dressed."  He said calmly "We're going out"

"Yes, Master"

I was freaking out, imagining where he might be taking me and what might be
in store.  I started to grab some clothes but he yelled at me.

"Not those, bitch!  These!"

I looked back at him and saw him holding a leather harness and jock strap
combination with a butt plug attachment.  He also had a new hood for me
with holes for my eyes and mouth.  This one was neoprene or some kind of
polyester or something.  That made me feel a little better but I was still
worried about my neighbors seeing me come and go like that and the
possibility of getting stopped somewhere in public dressed like that.  But
that's what Master wanted so I held the thing up and tried to figure out
how to get it on.

"Oh for fuck's sake, boy!"  Master grumbled

He helped me put it on and made sure the butt plug was up deep inside of
me.  Then, gave me his cigarette and told me to smoke it and wait right
there.  I started puffing away and he went into the next room and then came
back with the permanent black marker and started writing all over me.  I
couldn't see what he was writing as I stood there at attention, eyes
straight forward, but I imagined what it might be.  As he led me through
the living room, I saw in the mirror that he had drawn arrows pointing at
my face and my ass and written things like "Piss Here!" and "Cum Dump" and
"Fist Me!"

"Oh crap!" I thought

Master made me light him another cigarette and then he lead me slowly by my
leash out the back door to his car.  He didn't say where we were going and
I sure as hell wouldn't dare ask.  The windows were rolled up and Master
Tim was chain smoking the whole way.  I didn't know how he could see the
road.  My eyes were watering so bad.  Before long though, Master pulled
into the parking lot of the local bathhouse and it all made so much more
sense then.  Master pulled me along by the leash and paid for us to get
into the bath house.  He made me light up some more cigarettes for us both
and then kneel and bow my head next to him while he got undressed in the
locker room.  Guys were walking by the entire time, cruising us and
salivating, making eyes at me and smirking.

Master shut his locker door and then yanked me along with the leash.  He
pulled me through a dark room maze where guys were grabbing me and cumming
and pissing on me.  All I could see is the faint light of cigarettes in the
dark but Master seemed to know exactly where he was going.  At one point,
Master Tim stopped in the dark and made me drop to down on all fours.  Then
I felt the leash drop to the floor and he seemed to just leave me there.
Of course, it didn't take long for god knows who to find me in the dark.
There were a bunch of them jerking off on me, jerking me off, fucking my
ass and fucking my throat.  It was like a feeding frenzy of sharks.  All
the grunting and moaning just attracted more guys who were lining up to use
me.  At least on my knees there wasn't as much smoke to choke on....just
cock.  All I could think of was the risk of disease and what kind of nasty
looking guys Master Tim had lent me out to.  Thank God it was a dark room.

Soon, Master came back to fetch me and he led me out of the maze, down the
stairs and into the bath house dungeon. The smell of smoke, sweat and cum
was so nasty but it got my dick hard as a rock.  Master looked back at me
as he led me down the steps and smacked my stiff cock.

"I didn't give you permission to get hard, bitch, did I?!"

"No, Sir.  Sorry, Master!"

Master Tim lead me down into the dungeon and it was packed with all kinds
of guys lurking around in the nearly dark room.  There was cigarette and
cigar smoke everywhere.  Guys of all ages, sizes and types were there.
Near the middle of the room, there was one of those wooden shackle things
that they used to lock people's necks and wrists into in medieval times.
Master Tim bent dropped me to my knees and me over and had me put my head
and hands through it and then closed it down on top of me to lock me into
it.  Before I knew it, guys were lining up and using me like a pin cushion.
There were young guys, old guys, fat and thin, black and white, tops who
used my holes and bottoms who used my tongue.  Master Tim was in and out of
the room periodically and would come in and ash all over me while he asked
if his slave was enjoying himself.

"Yes, Master.  I enjoy following Master's orders, Sir!"

Master Tim blew his smoke in my face again and just smiled.

"Not good enough, faggot"

He walked out of the room and all these men continued to use me.  I had so
much cum drizzling out of my ass and down my chin that I looked like a
Krispie Creme donut.  I never felt so nasty, so likely to catch some
disease, so embarrassed and degraded but so damn hot.  At one point,
someone stuffed some pills in my mouth and then a cock got shoved down my
throat.  I didn't have a choice to swallow the pills.... the cock just ran
them down in me.  Turns out it was a combination of Viagra and Ecstasy.
Jesus, the next couple hours was intense!  Master was still coming in and
out of the room every now and then.  I couldn't figure out if he was off
using other slaves or if he was gathering guys to send into the dungeon to
use me for his amusement.  I even lost count of how many guys fucked me
that evening.  I just couldn't keep track any longer.

Then, Master Tim came back in again.  He was smoking a cigar this time and
grinning from ear to ear.  He started spanking my cum-soaked ass while I
was still locked up in this thing and my body was spasming involuntarily as
he made my buns red and raw again with his bare hand.  Then he bent over
and blew some smoke in my face before wiping his cum-covered hand all over
my face.  He was chuckling as he ashed on my buns and then started whaling
on my buns again for everyone to watch.  The guys all around us were
cheering him on and jerking off along side of me.  I could feel the hot cum
streaming across my body from all angles and was rock hard from the Viagra,
reeling from the Ecstasy, writhing in pain from the spanking but it was a
twisted, demented, good pain.  I was overwhelmed with the pleasure of
serving my master and pleasing him by doing exactly what he wants me to do.

Master Tim had worked my buns over so well that they were black and blue.
I don't know what someone's hand feels like after giving a beating like
that but it can't be good.  My ass hurt so bad, it had almost gone numb but
the cool air conditioning flowing across them was so soothing.  Then, a
distinctly different sensation.....Master Tim (or somebody) was jamming
their cock up my asshole and pissing into it as they fucked me.  They
filled it up with their hot juice and let the excess just overflow down my
legs and onto the floor.  When the person was done with me, I saw Master
unlocking the devise and he let me out but he ordered me not to stand up
yet.  Instead, he ordered me to lick the floor clean while everyone
watched.  And I licked up every drop I could.  I think I got as much on my
face as I did in my mouth though.  But it still made Master Tim proud of
me.  He told me as a reward that I could suck his sweaty nuts.  I was so
excited to taste those balls and feel them rolling around in my mouth and
on my chin.

As I was kneeling in front of him and sucking his nuts though, I noticed a
group of guys walking up to us in the dimly-lit room.  It was a pretty
large group of really muscular black guys.  They looked like they stepped
right out of my neighborhood but they were huge and the guy in the front
was definitely the biggest I've ever seen.  He was wearing a studded black
leather harness and black leather chaps with no jock strap or
underwear....just his beautiful, thick black cock arching out and downward
and inviting everyone to wrap their lips around it.  He was smoking a big
fat Cohiba cigar.  I was trying not to pay attention to this group of guys
as they walked up to us.  I wanted to be 100% focused on Master Tim's nuts
but these guys were just beautiful and intimidating and, without saying a
word, DEMANDED everyone's attention.

"What the hell do you want?!" Master Tim said to them

Then they just snapped.  They jumped all over him and took me all the way
down to the ground in the process.  All I could think of was being carried
out of there and put into the back of an ambulance.  He sure seemed to have
pissed them off.  But they actually left me alone more or less and went
after Master Tim.  My heart was pumping so hard, I thought they were about
to kill him.  They were smacking him around really hard....full arm swings
and knocking him to the ground as they bitch slapped him across the face.
They were spitting all over him, gut punching him and then as he started to
slow down and get tired, they rolled him over and pinned his arms behind
his back so they could start fucking him.  It was really scary but so damn
hot to see their naked, sweaty, ripped bodies wrestling around and then to
see their stiff cocks raping Master Tim's ass really got me hard.

I didn't want to see him beat up or raped but I was so jealous that it
wasn't me and kept imagining them doing the same to me.  The main guy was
yelling at Master Tim while his buddies tore into Master's asshole.  He
took a big puff of the cigar and blew it all in Master Tim's face.  Then he
took another puff and got up close to Master Tim - face to face - and the
smoke gradually wafted out of his beautiful black lips, across his tightly
trimmed goatee and over Master Tim's beautiful lips as he taunted Master
Tim.

"Bitch, you gotta big fuckin mouth for such a piece of shit little faggot.
Ima teach you some fucking manners boy!  You AND your little faggot
boyfriend!"

The guys eyes were crazy as he shook his head and said this.  He looked
over at me then nodded to his buddies who grabbed me and slammed me down
right next to Master Tim.  The guy stomped his black leather boot down in
front of my face and said

"You'll address me as Master G, boy.  Now, lick it clean, cunt!  Then, when
you're done, you're gonna lick the bottom"

"Yes, Master G!"

I started licking all over his boots and getting them as clean as I could.
Master G knelt over top of me and looked down at me while slowly enjoying
his Cohiba and barking orders...

"Bitch.  Get the side there and don't miss a spot!"

I must not have licked it up well enough because his buddies yanked me up
onto my knees and started smacking my face around, grabbing my nuts and
squeezing, smacking my cock around, jabbing my body.  I was a helpless
little girl in their hands.

"Oh, you think that's bad, boy?!  Just wait till you see what we do to ya
boy!"

The guys tied my hands behind my back and then strung it up behind me so
that I was bent over, facing them.  They all grabbed one of Master Tim's
limbs and lifted him off the ground.  He was squirming and fighting but it
was useless.  There were too many of them and he suddenly looked helpless.
They carried him over to the iron X on the wall and clamped him in,
spread-eagle.  He kept protesting but they just wrapped some duct tape over
his mouth to shut him up.  Then Master G turned around and had a long
wooden paddle in one hand and the cigar in the other.  They were all
smoking and it seemed like they might be trying to mimic their leader,
Master G - maybe in an attempt to honor him.  The room was so full of smoke
and my eyes were burning and watering but I could still see Master Tim on
the X pretty clearly in the dimly lit room.  When Master G took the first
swing of that paddle and landed it on Master Tim's ass, I though the whole
place could hear him trying to scream from under that duct tape.

"You like dat, faggot?!"

Master Tim shook his head, no, but that just seemed to egg Master G on.  He
must have beaten Master Tim's perfectly muscular ass a dozen times and it
looked like Master Tim's knees buckled underneath of him.  That must have
been the signal for Master G and his buddies because they pulled him off
the X and bent him over what looked like a pommel horse.

"You gonna serve dis nigga, boy?  ARE YOU GONNA SERVE DIS NIGGA?!"

Master Tim nodded, yes, and accepted their offer before they handed him a
leash and collar to place on himself.  He did so without looking up and
then one of the guys tossed a pack of cigarettes at his feet.

"Light me on, fag!  Light it now!"

And then I heard a quiet murmur from Master Tim, almost inaudible....

"Yes, Master"

Master Tim lit the cigarette and handed it to the gorgeous black Master G
and then lit some more for the other guys there.  Then, without being told,
he simply bent back over the pommel horse and assumed the position.  Master
G and his guys started running a revolving train on Master Tim from both
ends.  Master Tim was covered in sweat and cum and ash from all the guys
using him.  His ass was rawer than mine and he couldn't stand.  His cheeks
were black and blue because of getting smacked so hard by these guys.  What
once was a dominant, alpha male master of mine was now reduced to a
submissive, helpless girl.  Those guys fucked Master Tim so hard I thought
they were going to dislocate something.  I was so jealous.

The smoke and ash and cum and sweat was overbearing.  It not only burned my
eyes....it burned my nose.

Soon, they turned their attention back to me and said, "You want some more
of this, boy?!  We're gonna fuck yo shit up!  Git on over here, bitch!"

Then they dragged me over to where Master Tim was slumped over the pommel
horse and tossed me onto the ground.

"Lick that shit up now, fag!  DO IT!  LICK THAT SHIT UP!"

"Yes, Master!"

I struggled to get up on all fours and started licking the floor clean of
all their cum and sweat and some residual piss from god knows who was there
before us.  I was just focused on making that floor as clean as it could
be.

"You gonna let ya boy do all the work, slave?"  They asked Master Tim

"Git on over there and help him clean that shit up.  In fact, git on over
there and clean up his ass.....You gonna eat dis nigga's cum outa his ass
for Master G, you dig?"

Master Tim nodded and came around behind me before digging his tongue up my
ass and licking all the cum he could out of my hole.

"Aight, Aight, man.  Nuf of dat shit.  Now YOU eat HIS ass, boy"

"Yes, Sir!" I replied and I turned around to bury my face in Master Tim's
ass.

The pain from the paddling must have been overpowering because he nearly
jumped a mile when my face touched his buns.  But, just as Master G told
me, I burrowed my face up between Master Tim's buns and dug my tongue up
into his hole as far as it would go.  I gnawed on the rim of his ass till
that thing nearly fell apart and dropped off his body and could hear Master
Tim grunting.  I noticed I had started to milk him and a warm load of cum
was drizzling steadily out of his cock, onto the floor below him.

Master G and his men told us to stop then and made Master Tim lick up his
own cum off the floor.  They put gas masks on us and the tube at the end of
them held cigars.  No matter what we did, we were puffing away and slowly
asfixiating ourselves on these cigars.  The thugs were taking turns
smacking us around in the process and we were getting dizzy and disoriented
and coughing on all the smoke.  Everything was getting blurry and
eventually we both passed out but Master G's guys must have caught us
before we hit the floor.

The next thing I knew, we were both waking up laying on our backs in the
back alley behind the bath house.  We were butt naked and covered in filth.
Master Tim made me walk around the block to the front entrance to the bath
house and ask them to let me in to get the rest of our stuff from the
lockers.  I came back out the back door to Master Tim....still naked as he
ordered me to do....and then Master Tim made me kneel on all fours again so
he could sit on me and have one more smoke.

"OK, Let's go home, boy"

"Yes, Master"

But, as we got up to leave, Master G and his boys came around the corner
hooting and taunting us.  Master G walked up to Master Tim and grabbed him
by the chin while staring directly into his eyes...

"You and your little bitch are gonna get in my fucking truck right now, ya
dig?!"

"Yes, Master G" I heard Master Tim say.  And then he looked at me and said,
"Come on, slave."

I did as Master Tim ordered and followed him over to a large truck.  We
climbed into the tail bed and waited for Master G and his buddies to finish
talking about something in the distance.

"And light me another cigarette while you're waiting, fags!"  Master G
yelled out to us.

We both immediately started lighting up and preparing some more cigarettes
for the group.  It wasn't a very long ride to Master G's place.  When we
got there, all his buddies man-handled us like their prissy little bitches
and shoved us around violently all the way into the house.  They didn't
pause for a moment and kept us moving quickly straight down the steps into
the basement where there was little light and a huge dungeon.  I was put
immediately into a dog cage that sat on a slightly raised platform in the
middle of the room.

Master Tim was then shackled into some contraption that forced him onto all
fours.  The shackles were around his ankles and wrists and around his neck.
He was completely helpless to do much of anything at that point.  The guys
were still smoking up a storm and rubbing his exposed ass, taking puffs of
joints, spitting all over him and verbally abusing him.  They took turns
choking him with their big fat beautiful black cocks and fucking his ass
again.  They dripped hot candle wax all over his asshole and buns and up
his spine.  One guy grabbed his cock and balls from behind and pulled them
out away from his ass before pouring a load of hot wax all over his
genitals.

Then, I saw Master G come down the steps with an electrical devise and
hooked it up to Master Tim's balls, his shaft and his asshole.  All I could
do is jealously watch as they abused my Master.  All I could think was that
I wish it was me they were using.  When Master G turned on the electric
shock devise, I could hear Master Tim screaming at the top of his lungs.
His cock and balls and ass were throbbing and pulsating and his limbs were
trying to jerk around but the restraints he was in wouldn't let him move
more than an inch or two.  There was a pool of Master Tim's cum all over
the concrete floor below him and I was hard just thinking about licking it
up for them.  But I couldn't do anything while locked in the dog cage.

They kept making me light cigarettes for them every few minutes though.
God did my throat feel like crap and my mouth tasted like someone had taken
a crap in it.  But it made my new masters happy so I just did it and shut
up.  They really worked Master Tim over hard though and all I could think
about was how jealous I was.  They had power tools - an electric jigsaw
with a dildo attached.  And they fucked him silly with that - from both
ends.  They had nipple clamps with weights that they put on him.  They
jerked him off with mint toothpaste and rubbed it all over his balls and
asshole to make them burn.  They slid ice cubes up his asshole and made him
suck on sweaty underwear.  Then they wrote all over his body in permanent
marker - phrases like.  "For Sale" and "Nasty Ho" and "Cum Dumpster".  They
all took turns pissing in Master Tim's mouth and that's what really got me
worked up.  I wanted that piss more than anything.  He got to wrap his
smokey lips around their shafts and swallowed load after load for them.
Soon though, Master G's voice rang out from behind us all and he told them
all to stop and step away.

He came over to Master Tim and unshackled him before slowly helping him up
and then he led Master Tim into another room in the back of the basement.
As the door swung open, I could see there was what looked like a low
camping stool or toilet seat with no center.  Master G was pointing to the
floor under the stool and ordering Master Tim to lie down there for him to
use.  As the door swung shut though, we lost our view of what they were
doing.  All we could hear then was the manly grunting and moaning and
cursing and violent, abusive taunts of Master G as he made Master Tim serve
him.  Soon, we saw the door to that little room swing open and Master G
strutted out proudly with a cigarette in hand and that giant cock swinging
from side to side.  He was so damn proud of himself and rightfully so.  He
was a God!  We could see Master Tim in the room still but he was hanging
there from the ceiling with his wrists and ankles bound and his ass exposed
helplessly.  He was covered in filth and had a large, lit candle shoved up
his asshole slowly burning.

Master G took his time doing other things while Master Tim's cock was
nearly burnt from the heat given off by the candle.  He was clearly getting
nervous about what else it might burn as the candle became shorter and
shorter but eventually Master G came back, removed the candle, let him down
and gave him a smokey, deep tongue kiss and a hug.  Then he smacked Master
Tim's ass and told him to get the fuck out of his house and take his
submissive, girly bitch (me) with him.