Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 18:23:17 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Remote Control Slave, Part FOUR

     Just when the head of his cock popped out from the top of the leather
jockstrap, he opened his eyes and caught me looking at him. He ordered me
off the bed standing at "rest" position facing him.
     "You haven't even come close to earning my tool, slut slave, and on
top of that, you stink! Didn't anyone tell you to bathe every now and
then?"
     i knew enough not to answer. i just stood there, the scent of his
dried piss filling the air around me, some of it still wetting my diaper
and little boy underwear. My hands were up behind my head, and i was
glancing downward toward my feet.
     Cock-Master got out of bed, grabbed a leather strap and attached it
both of the restraints on my legs. There was enough room fro me to walk,
but just barely, and only taking little steps. I kept my eyes down as he
returned to the bed.
     i could tell by the unmistakable sounds that he had pushed the jock
down and was jerking his cock, a rhythmic slapping sound filling the room
as his heavy, hairy balls hit his muscular thighs on every up and down
stroke.
    "Listen here, shit for brains. I'm about to do something that you've
lost the right to do, at least without explicit permission: to have an
orgasm. With my other hand I'm playing with the man-balls you will probably
never touch, and every now and then I'm caressing my tits...something else
you can only dream about. Turn around!" The order was shouted, and i
complied immediately, facing away from Cock-Master, looking instead at my
bedroom wall and dresser, the one in which i kept my newly acquired
collection of diapers and little boy underwear, the ones with toys and fire
trucks and animals on them.
    Behind me he had gone quiet, but continued masturbating, then he
started giving me a verbal play-by-play.
    "Oh fuck that feels good...it's like I'm using one of my slave bois'
asses, but better...damn...I'm close...ohm...fuck yea...any second
now...bitch boi, tell me what that is between your legs, and what is it
good for, slut?"
    "It in my penis, Cock-Master Sir, and It is good for nothing, Sir."
      Satisfied, and perhaps a bit turned on by my submission, he came,
great gushers in my minds eye, making the universal sounds, the
oooh-fuck-ahhhhs of a man ejaculating. After a few minutes of silence, he
came down from his sexed-up high, got out of the bed and came up behind me.
    "Open your mouth, shitface, and get ready for the greatest pleasure
someone of your puny slave-stature can hope for. I've dipped my finger in
my cum, and I'm going to give you a taste of what could be yours...what
might be yours if your prove yourself to be more than the ass-licking cock
slut you are now. Are your ready?"
     Ready? Was i ready? If he had he told me i was going to have to lose a
finger for the privilege, i'm sure i would have held out my hand and asked
which one! "Yes, Cock-Master, Sir," i answered, trembling as i waited with
my mouth as open as the leather mask would allow. Then his finger was
inside, and i was sucking it, immediately tasting his essence, using my
tongue and lips like a vacuum to inhale every atom of cum on his finger. He
had only barely wet his finger, but my legs were buckling and i felt
weak. i was in heaven. Then the finger was gone, leaving me to savor the
leftover taste and scent.
   "Do you know how lucky you are to have had that taste?"
   "Yes, Cock-Master, Sir."
   "Are you ready to work toward earning more of it?"
   "Yes, Cock-Master, Sir."
   "Good, now get your ass over to your computer. We have an e-mail to
send. Your Master needs to find out what a bad little boy slave you've
been."
   i walked over to the computer, an awkward journey because of the mask
and the stinging of His piss in my eyes. i stood at the chair, awaiting His
permission to sit. He had wandered away, to an old trunk in which i also
kept some sex toys. He had found almost all of my stashes. It was as if he
had some kind of sex-toy detector built in to him.
  He came up to me and clipped a pair of tit-clamps on.
   "These are to keep your attention sharp as we write, shithead. Sit down
and open a blank e-mail to your other Master."
     The tit-clamps were an old pair that i had bought before i realized
there were differing pressures, that some tit clamps were for long-term
daily use, while others, "endurance clamps" they were called, were much too
intense for any more than occasional use. Cock-Master was making this one
of those occasions. The pain was awful, but I was determined to "endure"
it.
     "Take a letter bitch-boi," he ordered as he sat in a chair behind me,
his feet up on my shoulders and I opened an e-mail to Master and started
typing his words, trying to ignore the urge to turn one way or the other
and lick on one of his feet.
     Master: I'm writing these words under orders from a young stud who
took that last photo of me in the Mall. He requires me to call him
Cock-Master. He says he wants to work with you to discipline me and make me
more than the piss sucking slave boi I am. Now he's going to take over the
writing.
    With that, Cock-Master pulled his feet down and used the chain between
the tit clamps to drag me to my corner where he left me on my knees facing
the walls. I could hear him continue the e-mail.
  Yo, master...this slave boi of your is a real fuck-up. He's slow to obey,
and gets hard at the drop of a hat. He's got a tiny penis and is a slow
learner. Are you sure you want him as a shithead slave? OK, I'll presume
you still want him, so here are some suggestions that I'll give you a hand
with: #1 He needs to stop wearing the boy's underwear...he's not man
enough. I say we have him go to the women's section of wal-mart and buy
some nice bright pink little girl's panties.  #2 I love your remote
tit-clamps cock ring, but I know a thing or two about electronics, and I
want to add a cock sheath that you can activate. That way you can jerk the
boi off in public, and we'll leave the sheath open at the bottom so he can
leak onto his pants. I also have some connections with the guy who installs
and maintains the electronic security cameras at the mall. I can get him to
give me an Internet link access to them, and then you and i can watch
shithead to make sure he obeys. We can run him around the public areas of
the mall, directing him my squeezing one tit or the other, turn right or
turn left...the ball squeeze can be the signal to sit down. What fun! It
will be just like a puppet, but real! Maybe later we can even add an
attachment with a blow up butt plug. And how about a nice bag of his
master's piss taped to his chest, with a little valve controlled by his
masters. We can have him wet his pants on command, right in front of
somebody.
   Anyway, I know it's tough running this shithead's life from afar, so I'm
here to help. Tomorrow I'm going to have him buy a few web-cams for the
apartment...once I hook 'em up you'll really be sure he's obeying your
every command! Later dude!  The Cock-Master.

I knelt in the corner, envisioning a trip out in public with all of those
control devices on, and promptly came in my diaper. Something else for my
two masters to punish me for! Still, the faint taste if him in my mouth
kept me hard, and I yearned to find other ways to display my obedience.

Bamaboi2serve@charter.net

(Thanks again for the feedback...should there be another chapter? Detailing
his trip out in his new gear? Should his masters lend him out? Comments and
suggestions gratefully accepted!)