Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 16:19:37 -0800
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB_Student,Part Six (RE-SUBMISSION)

The Sub-Student
PART SIX
By bamaboi2serve@charter.net

     I had arranged everything in advance for boi's first inking. The
tattoo shop owner was a longtime friend, and he agreed to stay open late
one night to accommodate us.
    I wanted the work to be done without Jimmy knowing what it was till I
decided to show him, so I blindfolded him in the car. He was wearing only
low cut leather shorts and his collar...this was late summer, still warm
enough to engage in my exhibitionist control games. I intentionally parked
a block from the tattoo place, though there were spots closer. It was late
and this was a very gay-friendly part of Downtown. There wasn't much of a
stir as I walked him down the sidewalk on his leash. I noticed his tits
were perked-out, and there was that bulge at his crotch. He liked being
exhibited almost as much as I liked exhibiting him! We passed one group fo
apparently straight college students and they threw some abusive comments
his way. He kept his eyes downward and took it in.
  Inside the shop, the owner waved us over to his table and I helped him
remove the leather shorts and position Jimmy on his stomach. His smooth
hairless ass gleamed in the store's neon lighting, a spotlight highlighted
the area that was to be marked. The owner had marked other bois for me, and
we had an agreement...he could play some during the process, but no
fucking. The boi's ass belonged to me.
  Throughout the process, the tattoo artist kept brushing his fingers
against the boi's balls and dick, which were folded back between his
legs. Once, when it was necessary for Jimmy to lift up, the owner twisted
boi's nipples harshly, causing him to breathe in sharply.
   An hour and a half later, after Jimmy had opened his mouth for the owner
to use as a tip (at my insistence), and after his throat had been seeded,
we headed home. I let him take off the blindfold in the car and I knew he
was dying to see what design had been drawn on his lower back. "Later!" I
told him, pulling his head to my crotch to let me piss into him as we
drove. He had gotten very good at accepting all of my piss, without
spilling any at all. In this case he knew if he did spil any, his tongue
would be licking the rather dirty mats in my car.
   Initially I had used piss as a punishment, but now the bitch liked it
too much for it to serve as much of a deterrent. He took all of it, of
course, and then I used one hand to start him on an up and down trip on my
tool. I stopped him before I came, as I wanted to save that for back home.
    Once there, I pulled him into the bathroom and made him stand facing
the shower stall, the large wall mirror behind him. I attached a nice pair
of endurance tit clamps to his titties, and ordered him to remove his
shorts. I tugged at my cock a few times, easily getting errect as he got
naked. Then I pulled him backward, closer to the mirror. When he was within
striking distance, I plunged into his fuck hole, a bit of saliva the only
lube. He gasped as my tool entered his ass, I pulled him back and pushed
him away, not moving myself at all...fucking him piston like. Once I had a
nice rhythm going I grabbed the chain between his tit clamps and stretched
it over his head. Now I combined my fucking with matching pulls on his
tits. He moaned and groaned so deeply it was a turn on for me. I had to
stop before I shot into him. I pulled him back so his sweaty body rested
against mine. After a moment I could feel my cock deflating in his hole,
and it reminded me to begin training him to take my hand.
    I pushed him off, twisted him around and pushed him to his knees. Then
I lectured him, looking at his beautiful face as he looked downward.
   "You are a fortunate bitch boi be bred by me, to have my mark on you,
you know that, right?" I questioned.
  "Yes, Sir." he responded, still sweating, shaking a little from the
sexual excitement. His cock, curiously, was not hard.
  "Sir?" he asked...
  "Speak!"
  "I have to pee-pee," he said, and I could see him blushing. It always
amazed me how some little thing could embarrass a slave while the larger
issues had no such effect. Here was the bitch with a fresh Master's tattoo
on his back, stripped of his pubic hair, ready to do whatever I ordered,
and he was blushing over verbalizing his need to piss.
  I handed him a glass, and he automatically put it in position below his
cock...which he called his piss pipe, of course.
  A moment later he was finished, and without being told, he put the glass
to his mouth and recycled every drop. My cock bulged again as he did it. It
was a new behavior I had taught him, and I was proud and turned on to see
him doing as ordered. I wanted to see how long he could go without truly
getting rid of any urine.
  "Good boi", I praised him and I swore I could see him kneel a little
taller.
  I gave him a hand mirror and allowed him to inspect his marking...after a
little trial and error he got the image right and stared at it for a
moment, having to interpret the reversed lettering before he could see what
I had permanently inked in the space right above his crack. This wasn't
some fancy cursive lettering, Jimmy was marked in bold black block letters
that would be visible from a half-dozen feet away. It read: "Masters
Fuck-Hole." A red ink graphic arrow pointed down and into his crack, in
case anyone failed to understand the words.
  He was now "out" as a gay slave to anyone who saw him stripped to the
waist. While he could explain away the missing hair and claim the piercings
that were to come as a fashion statement, his tattoo...MY tattoo... marked
him as mine. It set a high bar for what he would do for me, and for what I
could and would demand of him. I was VERY proud of him.
   Jimmy didn't say anything, but when I walked in front of him I could see
bitch-boi had shed a tear. He knew what had just happened. He knew his life
had changed, and while a little sad for what was in the past, his harder
than ever cock told me he welcomed his new status.
  I pulled over a chair and sat on it, directing him to suck on me, despite
my ass juice still on my cock. Soon he had hardened it, and I gestured for
him to take a favorite position of mine. He positioned his legs on either
side of the chair and lowered his fuck hole back onto my cock. Boi was
getting good at taking it swiftly, and I sighed as my tool sunk deeply into
him, making real the newly inked message on my slave bitch's ass.
  Without being told, Jimmy started moving up and down on my cock,
essentially fucking himself, saying me the trouble of having to pound
away. My hands meanwhile went to work on his ever enlarging titties...I
removed the clamps, the blood flowing back into the pointy little nubs,
causing him to shout a bit. I twisted them and turned them, using pressure
that would make most men jump away. But bitch-boi was used to it now, and
he accepted his pain.
   He was hard now, of course, so I slapped his piss tube sharply a few
times to deflate it...that process was repeated for a good fifteen
minutes. He would harden, I would deflate him. He would harden...deflation
time.
   Finally I started to feel another growing orgasm approach and I pulled
him off my cock and forced him onto his knees. I stood and tugged on my
cock, aiming it just in time for the first of a half-dozen spurts to hit
him in the face. While my boi had been edging a lot, so had I, and the
orgasm produced a hefty amount of shitw slime. As I caught my breath, I
watched my cum drip from his forehead down into his nose, and from there to
his outstretches tongue. I had already trained him to always have him mouth
open and his tongue stuck out when I was going to come on his pretty face.
  I was exhausted, but had enough power left in me to lead him to the
shower stall where I covered him with my piss. I left him there, the piss
cooling on his smooth skin as I prepared for sleep. While I was gone he
pissed into the tin can I had left for that purpose and drank it, making
him hard again. Too bad. When I was ready for bed, I attached his leash to
his ever present piss saturated collar and led him to the cage where I
attached his hands and legs in their normal nighttime spread position. I
had placed an old dirty blanket near his head as a cushion. I locked the
cage and went to my King sized bed to sleep.
   I stretched a rubber tube over his cock...from it ran a smaller rubber
tube that led to the gag I placed in his mouth. If he needed to piss
overnight he could...but it would recycle back into him. That way he
wouldn't get thirsty. Nobody could say I wasn't a kind Master.

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