Cyber Slave - Chapter 9 - Decked
To the Reader: As I have been temporarily sidelined due to injuries, somehow I was expecting Mario would get all the action this weekend, but it did not prove to be the case.
With events out of my control, I seem to be always caught off balance. After being so concerned about me for the past two weeks, Rafe surprised me again. Here is the story told through excerpts from actual emails from and daily sex reports to my cyber master.
Email from the Predator - 10/12/03
Time for a sharp tug on the choke chain to bring you to heel just to remind you where you belong - and who your owner is!
What I want is for you to drink your Trainer's piss. (Yes of course that's disgusting. That is the point!)
The trouble is that your Trainer may find the idea unsavoury too and he will need to be persuaded.
At the first opportunity tell Mario what I have made you do. Perhaps he'll be jealous! Or, if Rafe develops a taste for using slave boys as his personal urinal, Mario will be trained to drink piss too!
Daily Sex Report - 10/12/03
Late Sunday afternoon Rafe picks me up and take me back to his place. When we get inside he tells me to strip, and stands there watching while I do it. He grabs my arm and pulls me up onto a low bench. I stand there while he runs his hands all over my body, checking the fading bruises and pressing very gently on my ribs. There is still some pain there, but not as much as before. He has me put my hands behind my neck and spread my legs. He grabs my nips and pinches them, twisting a little. My dick twitches and I start moaning. Then he grabs my balls and twists and squeezes them. His hands keep moving down my legs, pinching and squeezing, then up my sides and out my arms. Slapping my on the butt, he says, "Ok, let's go." He puts a choke collar around me and leads me out into the patio. Two other black men are there, sitting on the deck, drinking beer. They have on their Bucs caps and jerseys. The TV in front of them shows the ending commentary on the Bucs game. They shout and laugh when they see us walking out, Rafe leading me naked by the leash.
Rafe laughs, "Here's the boy. He's gonna help us celebrate the big win!"
The other two shout, "Aaright!!" Rafe introduces Lew and Darryl. They subcontract with Rafe on various projects. Lew is small, only about 5'7", and has a compact build, maybe in his mid-30s. Lew is light-skinned, with short, buzzed hair. Darryl is larger, heavy built, but strong-looking. He is about 6'1", maybe about 250 and in his early 40s. He is dark-skinned, but not as dark as Rafe.
Rafe makes me kneel on the deck, by snapping his fingers and pointing down. He pulls his dick out of his trousers and rubs it over my face, slapping my face with it as it gets harder. Grabbing my hair, he tips my head back and pushes his cock into my mouth. It is not completely hard yet, so he can slide it down into my throat all the way, his wiry pubes on my face. I feel the sharpness of his zipper against my lips. He takes my throat hard and rough, fucking all the way down. I struggle to get some air between his thrusts. As soon as he shoots a load into me, his buddy Lew has his dick and balls out of his pants and in front of my face.
Lew makes me lick his balls, then work my way up his dick. He slides the head in and forces it back into my throat. For a small man, his dick is surprisingly big, still not as big as Rafe's, but a lot to take. He holds my head and pumps his cock into me until he shoots a big load in my mouth. All the time he is doing it, he is talking to me. "Take it boy. Suck my dick. Make my dick feel good. Oh yeah. Work it now. Your throat feels so good."
The third guy, Darryl steps up next, unzipping his fly and rubbing his cock all over my face before shoving it into my mouth. His dick is much shorter, but very thick. He stabs it at the entry of my throat, penetrating just beyond the entry, rubbing his cockhead back and forth into in the tight spot there. He fucks my face like the others hard and rough like the others, paying no attention to me, but just using my body to bring himself off.
Next it is Rafe's turn again. After he shoots his second load into me, I can feel his cock go a little soft. Suddenly I am surprise to feel the warmth of his piss starting to flow into my mouth. I try to pull back, but he holds my head on his dick. "Drink it Jesse, swallow my piss." I swallow fast, but some runs out my mouth and down my chest.
Lew is next to use my mouth, fucking hard into my by now sore throat. His second load of cum is followed by a huge flow of piss. "Damn, that feels so good, all that beer during the game. Have some recycled beer, boy. Drink it up." I swallow rapidly, but still a lot dribbles down my chin and drips down onto my chest.
Darryl fucks my face for his second turn, and then like the others, he pisses into me. My stomach is so full of it by now I cannot hold any more. I start to choke and splutter, and finally, vomit up a lot of piss and cum onto the deck. The vomiting makes my ribs ache violently, pain shooting through my body. While I am leaning over vomiting Darryl continues to keep pissing on my head and back, coating me in his piss. All three men are laughing.
Rafe says, "We got to work on your piss drinking, boy. You got to learn to keep it down." He grabs the garden hose and sprays it over me and the deck, washing the piss and vomit away. He pulls me up and checks my ribs again. Even the pain from the ribs has not caused me to lose my erection. Rafe has me lean over a table with my hands on the far edge. Then he lubes his finger and slides it into my hole. Finding my prostate, he rubs his finger back and forth over it. He slides a second finger in and squeezes the prostate. I am moaning and shaking, pain from my ribs mixing with the pleasure coming from my prostate. Finally, my cock erupts by itself, coating the table. All three men cheer when I flow my load. Rafe forces me to lick it off the glass top. Then tells me to go back and dress.
When I come back out onto the patio, his two buds have left. He pulls the leash down so I am kneeling at his side. He rubs my head, saying, "Good boy. You did well today." I lean my head on his leg and keep it there while he makes some calls on his cell phone. Then runs me home.
When I get home I read the email from the Predator, so call Mario and tell him what happened at Rafe's. He sounds all excited about Rafe and his two buds using me. While I am talking to him I can hear his breathing get ragged, so I know he is jacking off. This gets me hard again, so I have to jack off along with him. Finally I can hear him cum and shoot myself a minute later.
Email from the Predator, 10/13/03
Ha! So much for my Obedience Test, getting you to drink Rafe's piss! And to think I wondered if you might have to persuade him! Oh boy, but he really threw you in the deep end didn't he, with three men all using you as a public urinal. Splendid stuff and I really enjoyed reading your account which is once again all the more powerful for being straightforward, factual reporting. There are wonderful, telling details like the man who continued to piss over you even while you were vomiting, and being hosed down by Rafe to clean up the sordid mess of which you are a part.
Also, you do not make it clear if they and Rafe are fully dressed when you are lead out onto the deck, and if they remain so. This is important for it is much more excitingly humiliating if you are naked at the end of your chain and they are dressed. Do you know the painting "Le Dejuner sur l'Herbe" by Manet? It caused huge outrage when first exhibited in 1880 because it shows two men and a woman having a sedate picnic - but the men are fully dressed and the woman is naked. There is absolutey no hint of sexual activity in the picture and had all three been naked it would have caused no comment but the nakedness of the woman alone is shocking. Similarly I would like to think that all three of your men remained dressed throughout their use of the naked whoreslut provided for their entertainment. Were they?
So, Rafe got ahead of me this time, so I'll just have to try harder in future, won't I?
Well, readers, you can see the Predator got his way again. It leaves me to wonder whether he had been in touch with Rafe earlier about piss training. Since he never leaves anything to chance, it is likely to be so. What else are he and Rafe cooking up? As my bruises are fading and my ribs rapidly heal up, it looks like my short spell of easy treatment in training is coming rapidly to an end. What is next? Only time will tell .