Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 19:32:00 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Remote Control Slave, Part ELEVEN

     "Is there a problem here, boy?" asked the mall security guard, his
hands on his hips, his biceps stretching his brown uniform shirt.
     I was just leaving the women's clothing store. In one hand i held the
package with my new panties. In the other, the butt-plug i had removed in
the dressing room. i was sweating, despite the tiny flimsy pink shorts and
top i was wearing. Over the guard's shoulder, i could see Piss-Master and
cock-master across the mall aisle. Piss Master was holding up the video
camera-phone up so Master in South Africa could watch the action.
   "No, Sir, i replied. i was just leaving, Sir," i told the guard.
   He looked me up and down, doubting my innocence.
   "What's that?" he asked, nodding toward the plug.
   i moved it behind the store bag in the other hand, hemming and hawing
about a pet toy for my dog. Before he could reply, i suddenly felt my jock
fill with a warm wetness which then leaked down my shaven legs to my
flip-flops. i had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered
taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in
South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the bag holding my stale piss. My
jock and shorts were soaked; a small puddle had formed under me on the mall
stone floor.
   The guard stepped back, his nose scrunched up in disgust. "All right,
you come with me, son," he ordered, taking my arm and pulling me towards
the mall security offices.
   As i was escorted away by the guard, i saw Piss-Master grab cock-master
by the collar of his shirt and pull him toward one of those little booths
where you can pay a dollar for a little strip of instant photos.  ***

     Back inside the photo-booth, Piss-Master pulled the curtain and issued
orders: "OK, you know the drill, get my cock out and start sucking!"
    cock-master did as ordered as Piss-Master pulled off his shirt and
played with his own tits, getting quickly hard. After the sucking had been
going on for a while, Piss-Master grabbed cock-master's head and held it
still, leaving his cock in his mouth. After a moment, he started pissing,
and at first cock-master struggled, his dark eyes showing rebellion, but
Piss-Master held him firmly, and soon cock-master was swallowing for all he
was worth, learning how to enjoy the golden liquid.
    Finished peeing, Piss-Master grabbed cock-master's head and directed it
to his left pit. "Lick it good, cocksucker. Clean that sweat off me!"
   Piss-Master had long silky jet-black pit hair, and cock-master worked
his tongue through the bushy pit, licking out the sweat and replacing it
with his saliva. After a few minutes, Piss-Master forced the head into the
other pit, twisting his body and pressing the machine's buttons to take
photos this time...a series of little black and white exposures showing his
beautiful pit-hair plastered down with cock-master`s tongue in sight, a
souvenir of cock-master's debasement, a record of how far he had fallen in
such a short time.

***

     inside the security office, the guard took off the heavy leather
equipment belt and lay it on his desk.
    "I need to see some I.D., son," he told me, glaring.
    "Um, Sir, i don't have a wallet with me," i replied.
    "Why are you dressed like that? And did you wet your pants?"
    "Er, Sir, this is the way my Masters tell me to dress, and yes, i'm
afraid that is my piss," i confessed.
    "Masters? These masters control you?
    "Yes, Sir."
    "And you do whatever they say?"
    "Yes Sir."
    "And what about me...will you do whatever I say?"
    "Yes, Sir, i will," i replied, looking down at the floor in
submission. The Master's rule was in effect. The guard had spoken to me,
and that gave him immediate Master status.
    The guard was giving me an incredulous look, but he glanced around,
reached over and locked the door, and dropped his pants.  "So let's see
what you can do, fag-boi...suck on this!" he ordered.
     i am not exaggerating when i say the guard had the biggest cock i had
ever seen. Soft, it was massive in girth and length. He was uncut, and the
skin had begun parting in anticipating of his expected blowjob. i grabbed
hold and started stuffing it into my mouth as deep as i could, using my
tongue to swirl around the massive and growing shaft and head. The guard
moaned and grabbed my head with both of his hands, controlling my head with
back and forth thrusts, sinking his rod deeper and deeper into my mouth.
   As i worked his tool, my right hand went to my own hard cock and started
pumping, but on seeing that, he grabbed both of my arms and pulled them up
into position behind me, grabbing his handcuffs to secure them out of the
way. Now his tempo increased and he fucked my mouth with great thrusts,
ripping into my throat with repeated motions until finally he pushed all of
the way in, blocking my breathing, and erupted in a series of spurts,
shooting his manhood into me. He held that position for much longer than i
would have wished, pulling out just before i was sure i was going to lose
consciousness. i dropped to the floor in a pink heap, exhausted from the
effort at being a good receiver for him. My eyes were closed when i felt a
splatter of liquid on my face. He too was marking me with his piss. i
opened my mouth and he aimed into it. i was glad for the liquid on my
parched throat, and greedily gulped it down.
     In the distance, a series of chimes sounded, and a recorded
announcement told shoppers the doors to the mall were about to be locked
for the evening. Although the thought of spending the night in the mall
with the security guard and the other masters had some appeal, common sense
told me it was time to leave.
     "Get lost, scum," ordered the guard, giving me my out.
    i scrambled up to my feet, still dripping from the guard's piss-bath,
and hurried out of the security office.
   As i emerged from the office, Piss-master was leading cock-master in my
direction, and the three of us headed towards the mall exit. There were few
shoppers left, but those there to witness our departure watched wide eyed
at the somewhat bizarre spectacle. In addition to me...looking like the
stinking cheap male-whore that i am...Piss-Master had affixed a dog collar
and leash to cock-master and was leading him along. As for cock-master, his
sleeveless sweatshirt was still wet from the spillage of Piss-Master's
cock. We made at the very least an unusual site for a shopping mall in the
Deep South as we left and clamored into the van for the ride back to my
apartment. Before i got in, Piss-Master positioned me in front of the
video-camera phone and ordered me to listen to The Master a continent away.
    "You have done well and pleased me, boi. I have no more need of your
service. Obey your new masters well."
    i nearly cried. This man had ordered me to place myself in terribly
embarrassing positions, to change the way i look, to take on new Masters
with abandon, and through it all i had tried to be a good slave boi. Now he
was leaving me. Piss-Master clicked off the phone, tossed me into the van,
and slammed the doors. We left he mall, headed i knew not where, other than
a new chapter in my life.