I AM A MASTER

I AM A MASTER

The Continuing Stories

of a Leather Master

Part I

IN THE BEGINNING...

By Master Frank

It hasn't always been that way. I spent many years worshipping all those hot men that I met on the local bbs's here and in New York and at those Boston bars like 119. What I learned in those days has helped me to appreciate the needs of the slaveboys that now come to me on their knees begging to be allowed to serve Me.

I still remember the first experience I had as a Leather Top.

I thought that I had picked-up a real Hot He-Man. He was about six- foot-two, bearded and well built. The bulge in his leather pants looked enormous and my own sizeable cock was aching in anticipation. We didn't talk that much in the bar, and I just assumed that He would take over when we got to my place.

When we got into my house, much to my surprise and amazement, he said, "Thank you Sir for bringing me here", and got down on his knees and started to lick my boots. What I had really picked-up turned out to be a real wimp.

What was I to do under the circumstances? I was desperate for some relief from the hard-on I'd had for the last week (good bottoms don't touch themselves) and here was this man down there cleaning my motorcycle boots with his tongue.

Recovering from my shock, I decided that I might as well enjoy what I had and, who knows, I might even like it.

"Get those things off now Boy.. Strip!", I commanded. It was like a lightning bolt had hit his ass, he moved so fast. There was none of the anticipation that I was used to as a bottom wanting desperately to see the cock of my master. Instead, within an instant, I had a full view of his body. I wasn't disappointed. This dude had a body that would have made even the straightest guy look twice. Even though he wasn't pumped up, the obvious curves in his arms couldn't hide the terrific biceps underneath. His pecs stood out with fine definition. In the centre of those masculine breasts, two nipples that were already erect stood out about a half inch. His stomach was washboard flat and his thighs were solid and powerful. That cock that looked so enormous in the bar, was everything that I imagined. It was about nine inches long and I estimated that I would have a tough time putting my hand all the way around it. Already the head of his dick was an angry red from his excitement.

He stood there with his head bowed waiting for my next command.

I should pause here and tell you that being an accomplished bottom, I had a rather large collection of toys myself and had converted half of my basement into a dungeon that would have made any top jealous. I found that it inspired some terrific scenes from masters who could tell from my toys what my few limits were. My only problem now was I didn't know what this guy's limits were! He looked like he was ready for anything from me but would he back off when he saw the chains, whips, enormous dildoes, alligator tit clamps, catheters and piercing equipment that lined the walls and shelves of my playroom?

There was only one way to find out!

I grabbed his balls and told him to follow me (not that he had much choice under the circumstances). Down the stairs we went into the darkness. When we reached the door to the dungeon, I turned to him and said, "I expect obedience from all those that enter here. I also demand respect from those who have been granted the privilege of serving me. Failure to obey these two rules will be met with severe punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!", came his immediate response.

My head was swimming in the possibilities. I had never handled a slave who seemed to want nothing more than to please me. My cock was rock hard in my jeans.

As I opened the door and turned on the deep red lighting, I sensed a little hesitation from my slave as he saw my equipment. Was I wrong in my assessment of his experience and capabilities? I decided that I wouldn't give him enough time to panic and pulled on his balls harder until I had him manoeuvred into the centre of the room. I quickly fastened his arms to two chains hung from the ceiling. At least he wasn't going to get away from me. Then my own panic started to hit. Just what was I going to do to this obviously willing slave? Then it hit me!

Like the golden rule, I could do unto him what I liked to have done to me! What a simple solution.

I took down my favourite whip from the wall and stood in front of my captive. "Are you ready to start earning the right to pleasure me?", I asked.

"Yes Sir! My worthless body is yours to do anything with you want!", he replied.

I stepped behind him and paused to let the anticipation grow. When I figured that his mind was beginning to question when I would begin, I laid a real hard one on his ass.

His body jerked against the restraints but he did not scream. Instead he shouted, "Thank you Sir". This one had obviously been trained well before.

I followed with a second hit, a third, each one accompanied by a loud, "Thank you Sir", until I had given him ten strokes. His ass was fiery red but I knew he could take more than that because, when I looked, his cock was still rock hard and a shiny drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

I stood in front of him and began to remove my T-shirt. His eyes followed the shirt up my chest past my sensitive nipples and over my own sizeable arms. I could see the lust in his face as my upper body came into view. I began to wonder if the saying, it takes one to know one, wasn't really true. This dude in MY chains, in MY dungeon, in MY complete control, was ready to worship ME and my body was responding in ways in never thought possible. Not only was my dick as hard as steel but I felt an overwhelming urge to dominate and use this guy until we were both too exhausted to continue.

I grabbed his low hanging balls hard and pulled. "Whose balls are these?", I demanded.

"Yours Sir!"

Squeezing harder, I reached up and began to play with his erect nipples. He started to moan as the pressure in his balls increased and I twisted his tits with greater strength. I let go of his balls only to immediately slap them with an intensity that surprised not only him but me as well. As my slave pulled away in a reactive response, he jerked his tits out of my fingers.

I was angry. I yelled, "You EVER pull away from me like that again, and I'll beat your ass to a pulp and throw you out the door. That piece of shit you call your body is mine! I'll do with it what I want and I expect you to surrender completely! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. Please..."

"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear any excuses."

I retrieved my most effective gag and shoved the mouth-piece between his teeth. I fastened the device behind his head as tightly as I could. There would be no more discussion.

Losing my temper during a session was completely new to me. My head was swimming like I had just taken a bit hit of poppers. However, in the time it took to fasten the gag, I realized that I needed to calm down to remain in control. I looked down and noticed that a stain had begun to spread in my crotch as my own pre-cum started to flow. Was this what it was like for my own masters? My heart was pounding and the adrenalin was pumping. I knew I had to punish this dog for his disobedience but I also knew that I had to come down or risk doing some real damage to this guy.

Being a clothespin freak myself, I had hundreds of them in all styles. I reached for the bucket of traditional wooden pins and began to apply them to my slave's balls. Knowing that they wouldn't really hurt him until they came off, I attached about three dozen to his ball sac. I then started to fasten them to the underside of his nine-inch rod. They made a nice row from the base of the cock right up to the head. Not wanting to stop there, I started to attach them to his tits. I put three on each nipple, one in the centre and one on each side. Then I put a row of clothespins under each arm from his armpits halfway to his elbows. My slave started to gently sway back and forth in the chains. I knew he was approaching that point where the intensity became too much and I would have to distract him if I wanted to leave the clothespins on for a longer period.

I stood back and watched as his eyes glued themselves to my crotch. I began to unbutton my 501's and a gentle moan escaped from my slave's gagged mouth.

Not wanting to rush the scene, I bent over and slowly pulled off my boots. I held one up to his nose and he breathed in the aroma from my sweaty feet. When his cock jerked, I knew I still had him completely under my control.

Stepping back again, I started to rub my full crotch and finally loosened the last button. As I slid my jeans down, my cock sprang free and I could see the dude shiver when my eight-incher came into full view. He was really cock-hungry. I put my boots on again and reached forward to play with the clothespins on his balls. His dick was almost purple from excitement and when he threw his head back, it happened...

From the end of his cock, spurt after spurt of cum shot forth!

I was completely surprised. Was this the end of the scene? I certainly wasn't ready to finish now but most guys loose interest after they've cum and I didn't want to discourage this guy from coming back again.

I looked up at his face. I could see the ecstasy there, but I still didn't know if I should stop. I undid the gag and slid it out of his mouth.

As he recovered, he whimpered, "I'm sorry Sir. I deserve to be punished for cuming without your permission. I just couldn't help myself. I'm ready to accept whatever punishment you decide to give me."

There was my answer. This was one heavy-duty bottom.

I could see that he was in real discomfort now that he had cum and the clothespins remained on this body. Quickly assessing the situation, I decided that I would take off the pins in stages beginning with the arms. Spasms went through his body as each clothespin came off.

When the arms were free, I explained, "If you want the rest off, you will have to pay for it. Ten stokes of the whip for your nipples, ten for your cock and ten for your balls. Maybe that will teach you not to cum unless your told!"

"Yes Sir! Please Sir! I'm ready for my punishment!"

His cock, which had gone partially soft, seemed to grow just a little at the thought of the whip. I wasted no time in applying the first tem strokes. Like the well trained bottom he was, he counted each one and thanked me for them, and, as promised, I removed the pins from his tits.

After I had given him the next ten strokes, I removed the pins from his cock, which had really started to grow again. The reaction to each clothespin as it came off was worth savouring as he sucked for air with the pain they caused. Now I gave him the last ten strokes with all the strength I could muster. The whip whistled through the air and kissed his ass cheeks with a sweet whack! I could imagine myself in his position, barely holding on against the pain but knowing that this was the only way to get relief for my balls. I stepped in front of him and began to tease his balls. Instead of opening the clothespins before I removed them, I just pulled them off after I had played with them for a while. I thought he would scream with the pain but his whole body went tense as he held on to the chains with all his strength.

What a sight! Those muscles of his bulged everywhere. I could hardly restrain myself from getting down on my knees and sucking on that gorgeous cock of his which was now as hard as it had been before.

After the last pin had come off, and his breathing had calmed down, he whispered, "Thank you Sir. I promise to be a good boy from now on."

What was I to do next. I knew that this guy was mine to command and that he was ready for more and that my own cock needed some attention.

I reached over and unfastened his arms from the chains. His arms fell limply to his side. I reached over and grabbed his head tightly and pushed him down to his knees. Holding on to the side of his head with a vice-like grip, I inched my cock towards his mouth. With well trained reflexes, his jaw fell open and his tongue inched out in anticipation of its reward.

Keeping my cock about an inch from his now drooling tongue, I almost whispered, "Do you want it?".

I already knew the answer from the raging lust in his eyes as he starred at my rod but I desperately wanted him to say it. Unlike ever before, I needed his complete subservience. I needed this stud's worship! I needed to know that he was mine!

As a drop of pre-cum gently oozed from my dick, his voice cracked as he answered, "I need your cock, Sir. I need you to fuck my worthless mouth and ass. I am your boy cunt. I am your toilet. I am your slave to do with as you please.".

I tightened my grip on his head. My hips slowly moved forward. When the tip of my cock made contact with his tongue, a shiver went through his body. His self-discipline was remarkable. He neither made any attempt to move his head nor to lick my cock as I continued to slowly slide my rod into that hot wet cavern. Further and further it went until my pubes were mingling with his moustache and beard. I knew he couldn't breathe with my dick down his throat like that, but I hardly cared as his throat muscles involuntarily swallowed and massaged the head of my cock.

When I knew he couldn't take any more, I inched my cock back just enough to let him breathe. His face was red from lack of air and the struggle to hold still and please me. I wanted so badly to fuck his face with all the fierceness I could muster, but I also knew that he would drain the cum out of me in no time at all if I did that.

Mustering my own will power, I pulled my cock from his mouth and watched as his spit followed the end of my dick in a long string. I could hear his groan as the now purple and swollen head of my cock jerked involuntarily before his face.

Still holding his head tightly, I began to concentrate. I have a talent which is not shared by many and I was about to demonstrate it to this willing boy.

Another louder groan escaped from my slave's mouth as he saw the first drops of piss dribble from the end of my cock. Soon those drops became a hard flowing stream as I soaked his face and chest. I let go of his head and directed the flow of golden piss over his body. When my hot jet struck his cock and balls, he cried out, "Aaauugh, thank you, Sir!", and pushed his hips forward to receive the full force of my piss.

Having almost complete control over my bladder, I stopped the flow even though I knew I still had a good load of piss still in reserve. I looked down at him and demanded, "What are you, boy?"

"I'm your piss boy, Sir! I'm your toilet, Sir!"

I let go of my bladder again and finished soaking his body with my piss. His cock was jumping from the force of the stream and I worried that he might cum again. But as my bladder dried up, he still had control of himself. I was the one who was more in danger of cuming and I knew that I couldn't control myself much longer.

"Stand up!", I commanded.

Quickly he stood, head bowed, waiting for my next command.

"There's a box on the bottom shelf of the cabinet in the corner. Bring it over to me!" When he went to get the box, his eyes opened wide. In it was my collection of dildoes. The smallest one measures about eight inches long by about eight inches around. The largest is about two feet long by one foot in circumference. I was going to see just how far his ass would stretch for me.

He stood in front of me holding the opened box.

"Is your ass ready for me?", I asked.

"Sir, may I... Sir, there's a... the latex gloves in your cabinet..."

Then it hit me. This dude wanted more than my dildoes could offer. He wanted my fist up his ass! My dick twitched again. How could he have known that my own favourite times were spent in the sling. My head was pounding again.

Despite my raging lust, I played it cool. "Alright scumbag, if you think that your ass is ready for my big fist, we'll see. Put the box back and get yourself up on the sling!"

A smile broke across his previously serious face and he hurried to comply with my instructions.

My mind began to spin as I nearly stumbled on my way to get a glove. I had always wanted to experience the thrill of topping a hot ass but I had never dared to suggest it to my masters. I knew that they had all wanted my ass and that they could hardly wait to grease up their arms. Would I be able to handle the excitement of having that hot hole wrapped around my fist and give as well as receive the pleasure that I knew was possible? Other questions raced through my brain. How deep was this dude? How wide? There was only one way to find out!

I grabbed one of the paper cups filled with Crisco that I always had ready for occasions like this. The only difference was it was my hand that was going to be greased up and somebody else's hole that was going to be stretched.

Although I was shaking with lust, I slid a glove over my right hand and used it to shove a big gob of grease up his hot ass. I used two fingers to gently massage the muscles in his ass and to work the Crisco deeper into his hole. Smearing more of it around that glorious opening, I manoeuvred my hand to get it well lubed with the excess. Then I pushed three fingers into his ass and he laid his head back and sighed deeply. Both of our cocks were rock hard and I knew that I had to avoid putting too much pressure on his prostrate if I wanted this to last.

Sliding in the fourth finger, I could feel his sphincter surrendering to the pressure. Conscious thought left me as my thumb curled back and slid in beside my fingers. A loud groan escaped from my slave. His ass actually started to suck on my hand. My dick jerked as I felt his ass give way to my whole fist.

Past the knuckles and into an indescribable warmth, my hand slid.

It was heaven!

My hand had naturally formed a fist as it fitted into that hot hole. Now I knew what it was like to be on top! Now I knew the sensation that my masters had craved from me! I gently moved my fist.

My slaves's head turned from side to side and I also knew just what he was going through. That feeling of incredible fullness that can only come from having your ass filled with your master's hand. That feeling of surrender that comes when you have given all you have to your master.

As the reality of what was happening sunk in, I knew that I couldn't keep this up for long because my own urges were just too strong. I reached down with my other hand and began to stroke my dick.

Seeing this, my slave lost his own self-discipline and reached for his own cock. I was too wrapped up in the sensation to correct him.

Now I began to move my hand in earnest. First pulling it back until it was almost out, then sliding it back in deeper with each stroke.

Before long, I was able to get most of my forearm into that ass and it kept sucking on my fist. Carefully avoiding his prostrate, I worked my hand faster in and out of his hole. My slave was whimpering with pleasure while he stroked his hard rod and I was very close to losing my own load.

"You like your ass played with, slave?"

"Oh yes, Sir! Please..., I'm so close... I need you fist, Sir!"

I knew what he needed and I stopped my fist.

"Oooooh, pleeeeease....!"

Slowly, I turned my hand sideways until my knuckles were rubbing directly against his swollen prostrate.

"Oh my God!", he cried out. I started to rub his trigger harder.

At the same time, I stroked my cock with increasing strength as I knew what was going to happen.

As his ass started to tighten around my wrist, I could feel his prostrate swell even more and my own balls started to rise in anticipation.

Then, with a loud cry, his ass clamped down on my arm and a huge gob of cum spurted out of the end of his dick.

Seeing that, I couldn't hold back any longer and my own cock shot all the way over his chest, landing right on his face.

Both of our dicks continued to shoot all over his chest and our mouths were open but no sound could escape.

This was truly ecstasy!

As our orgasms subsided, I realized that my hand was aching from the pressure in his ass but it was so sweet that I didn't care.

Slowly, I began to withdraw my hand from his bowels. Then his ass started to relax from the climax that was so intense just a few moments before and I could finally slip my hand out.

Falling on top of my slave, I was exhausted.

"Thank you, Sir", he whispered in my ear with a shaking voice.

At that moment, I knew where my destiny lay. If being a master was this good, then I knew what I wanted.

I raised myself from my slave and looked into his eyes.

"Thank You!", I replied.

• I AM A MASTER *
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• The Continuing Stories *
• of a Leather Master *
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• Part II *
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• LEARNING THE TRADE *
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by Master Frank

For days after my first experience as a top, I tried to digest the undeniable fact that I had enjoyed the scene more than any time I had ever spent under the most exciting masters. There was no escaping the fact that I wanted more.

I did not have a permanent master at the time but was, in fact, seeing several very hot tops on a regular basis. What was I going to tell them?

I agonized over the issue until I finally got up enough courage to call this guy I knew, Pete, who was not only a very experience master, but also someone who I didn't think would laugh at me for expressing my desires to him.

We had a long discussion on the subject. He completely surprised me when he told me that he had been a slave in his "younger" days and that he had always felt that the best masters came from the ranks of the best slaves. It was the slaves, he said, who really understood what it took to be a great master. It was they who, deep down, knew what they wanted and could deliver it when, if the urge overcame them, they realized the deep satisfaction of being a master. Being a master, he continued, was a truly heavy, but rewarding, burden. It was our responsibility to demand the best from our slaves and to constantly seek to push back their limits.

I shivered at the words, "our slaves".

At least I was right in my judgement of Pete. He didn't laugh at me and really helped me to understand what was happening to me. What did astonish me, though, was his invitation to join him in a session he had planned for his slave, Tom, the next day. He said it would be a good learning experience for me to see how he handled his boys. My cock was already stirring when I accepted his offer. When the time came to get ready to go over to Pete's, I stood in front of my mirror and realized that for the first time I would be wearing my colours on the left as I walked down the street. The thought brought goose pimples to my arms. For me it was like coming out of the closet all over again. But I pushed back those thoughts, as I renewed my determination to enjoy my new found role in life.

Pete's house was just a few blocks away and as I strode over there I remembered the fantastic times I had had in his dungeon. Pete is a very demanding master with one of the most diverse imaginations that I have ever encountered. I'm sure he could write a book on the subject of S&M and it would be an instant best seller. He also had one of the best equipped playrooms that I knew. In many ways, I had tried to model my own after the way in which Pete had done his. But try as I might it never quite measured up. There was a certain atmosphere in that room that I just couldn't duplicate. I don't know if it was created by the toys, many of which Pete made himself, or if it was just Pete himself when his terrific body filled the room with its presence.

Pete looked the part of a master. He was only 5'11", but his build made him a truly imposing figure. His broad shoulders, hairy chest and powerful thighs had long been objects of my adoration. His face was rugged and etched with the lines of authority. Unlike many men his age, his ass was still firm and round and filled the jeans he wore forcing many a man's eyes follow him as he walked by. He was no slouch in the basket either. While his cock was only seven inches long, it was wider than any man's I knew and he really knew how to use it.

But the most impressive thing about Pete was his voice! It was the voice of authority. It was deep, rich and irresistible. When he commanded, you obeyed, and when he shouted at you, you jumped to do his bidding. Hearing it always caused a certain tingling in my crotch.

Waking up from the memories of Pete, I found myself at his door, with a cock that was definitely starting to stir. I knocked.

The door opened and I walked in to be confronted be a naked man who closed the door behind me and fell to his knees.

"My master is expecting you, Sir. He has told me that I am to serve you as I would him. I hope I can be a worthy slave and make my master proud."

That was all it took! My cock was now rock hard and I was speechless.

From out of nowhere, Pete appeared. Ignoring his slave, he grabbed my arm and welcomed me to his home. I was conscious of Tom following the two of us at a discreet distance.

Then Pete looked down and noticed my boots. "You must have walked over here through a cow pasture. Look how filthy your boots are!" Directing his gaze at Tom behind us, he commanded, "Get down there are clean those boots for my guest!"

My boots were indeed a mess because I had accidentally stepped in some mud on the way. However, the extra filth didn't seem to bother Pete's slave because he really set to work in earnest. I could even feel his tongue through the heavy leather of my boots. When he was finished my boots were completely clean. Not bothering to thank him, Pete then asked me if I would like a beer. Needing something to calm my nerves, I accepted his offer and Tom went running down the hall to get us both a tall cool one.

While the slave was away, Pete began to describe the role he wanted me to play. I was to be his assistant master, and should follow his lead wherever that might take us. How easy it would be to follow this man's lead!

When Tom returned with our beers, he knelt in front of Pete while we continued to make some small talk. I was amazed at how at ease Pete was with this hot number cowering at his feet.

Suddenly, Pete reached down and grabbed his slave's balls. He lifted them up, stretching the ball sac and making him moan.

A sharp look from Pete stopped the moaning.

Pete turned his look to me and said, "How would you like to work on these for a while? They can really be a lot of fun especially when they're as sensitive as these are."

The slave's eyes rolled up but no sound escaped from his mouth.

Getting into the game, I replied, "Just how well have you trained them?"

"I think you'll be impressed." Then turning Tom, Pete ordered him to go into the other room and fetch the basket. I didn't have long to wonder about the "basket". When Tom returned, he brought a device I had never seen before. It was obviously a new creation of Pete's. Attached to a parachute harness, which was clearly intended to be fixed to the slave's balls, were three chains suspending a wire basket. Pete didn't waste any time in putting the harness around his slave's balls. The grimaces on the recipient's face were making me wonder until Pete explained that there were small spikes on the inside of the harness.

"Get us a couple of beers each and meet us down in the playroom!"

It was almost funny to watch this really hot stud try to waddle off toward the kitchen with this basket swinging between his legs. I had to stifle a giggle because the image was just too much with his knees spread apart as he tried not to "spike" his own balls when the basket banged against his legs.

Pete and I made our way to the basement.

My memory of his playroom didn't do it justice! Pete was a real handyman when it came to building custom devices to "entertain" his slaves. He had built his own whipping horse, old-fashioned stocks and a sloped table; all of which had seen a lot of use. But my excitement came not from the knowledge that I was to be subjected to these devices, but from the anticipation of using them on that hot body that was now coming down the stairs toward us.

And what a sight he was! Tom had placed four bottles of beer in the metal basket suspended between his legs. He was obviously experiencing a good deal of difficulty manoeuvring down the stairs without giving his balls a real work out. Each step made the needles in the harness stick into his sac. His face reflected the agony.

Pete reached down and grabbed two bottles from the basket. "Put the other bottles on the table over there", he ordered, "and then you may take off the harness".

Quickly obeying, the slave returned and stood in front of Pete with head bowed in submission. In that deep sexy voice of his, Pete then said, "Show my friend here how well I've trained that mouth of your's".

Without a second thought, that hot number went down on his hands and knees and crawled over to me. "Please, Sir, may I use my unworthy mouth to pleasure your cock?"

I unbuttoned my 501's and drew out my big hard dick. Sitting down on a chair behind me, I said, "Do your best job and make your master proud!" He crawled over and, remaining on his hands and knees, began one of the hottest blow jobs I have ever had. This man had a real talent. He teased the head of my dick, then slowly slid the length of the shaft down his throat. When my cock was fully inserted into his throat, the muscles there began to flex and massage my hard meat until I thought I would cum right then. When he ran out of air, he slowly lifted his head, making my cock slide out of his throat. But he did not let it go. Instead, he worked the tip of his tongue into my piss slit and nearly drove me crazy with his technique.

While all of this was going on, Pete had retrieved a whip with many leather thongs extending from the handle. Pete raised his voice, "Work on that dick like a real good cocksucker", and brought down the whip on that upturned ass.

A grunt escaped from the slave's mouth, and he let go of my cock long enough to say, "Thank you, Sir".

"Don't take your mouth off that cock until I tell you or until my guest gets tied of your faggot lips!", Pete yelled.

The whip came down again and Tom resumed his work on my dick with even more vigour. With each stroke of the cat, Tom's throat contracted around my hard meat. In the passion that I was experiencing, I forgot how many strokes Pete was giving but it must have been at least 25 when he stopped.

"Time to switch places, I need some servicing myself. Here take the cat and keep working on that ass," Pete said to me.

Reluctantly I got up and took the whip from Pete. I watched intently as Pete unbuttoned his pants and took out his beer can size prick. When he sat himself down in front of Tom, you could sense the raging lust building in that slave.

Pete looked up at me and I understood. I brought the whip down on Tom's already red ass with what I thought was enough force.

Hearing the impact, Pete looked up again and said, "You're going to have to put some more into it before I'll let this scum suck on MY cock."

"Oh please, Sir, whip my ass hard. I want to take my master's cock so bad", came the pleading voice from Tom.

My own cock jerked at the images being created. I brought back the whip and really let it fly against that upturned ass.

"Unghhhh... Thank you, Sir!"

"That's a little better", came Pete's response, "Now faggot, do you think your worthy of this cock?" "No, Sir! I'm a worthless piece of shit whose ass needs to be beaten to make sure I know my place in the presence of real men!"

Whack!

"Thank you, Sir!"

Pete put one of his massive hands on top of the slave's head and took his cock in the other. Tightening his grip on Tom's head, he slowly waved his fat dick in front of Tom's eyes. "Is this what you want?" Pete asked in a low, husky, seductive voice.

Whack!

"Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir, I need to have my face used for your pleasure!"

Whack!

"Thank you, Sir!"

Pete took aim with his prick and, still holding a firm grip on Tom's head, slowly slid the head of his cock into the gaping mouth before him.

Whack!

All of this was really getting to me and I increased the force of my whipping. Tom's ass was getting really red but I knew that Pete would intervene if he felt it was too much for his slave so I continued.

While I was working on Tom's ass, Pete continued to slide his cock into that waiting mouth. Further and further he went until his whole dick was encased in that hot orifice. Leaning over to check out the action up front, I could see that Tom's face was becoming almost as red as his ass because his windpipe was obviously blocked off with that huge meat down his throat. Despite Tom's discomfort, his throat muscles were busy working on Pete's cock and I resumed my whipping to give him more incentive.

Pete lifted Tom's head a little to give him some air and said to me, "It's a good thing we have this little scumbag here, otherwise I might have to interrupt our scene to go upstairs for a few minutes to get rid of those beers I've been drinking."

The most lustful groan I have ever heard escaped from Tom's throat. Looking down at Tom, Pete grabbed his head firmly with both hands and said, "If you let one drop hit the floor, I'll make you wish you were never born!"

A look of calm then passed over Pete's face as I could tell that he was relaxing the muscle that held his piss. Many people have problems pissing with others present and still more have problems pissing with a hard on. Pete was not one of these as I knew from past experience. Suddenly, Tom's throat was swallowing and I knew he was getting the sweet load of piss that I had desired so often from Pete's bladder.

The adam's apple in Tom's throat worked over and over again. Pete had an immense capacity for piss and I wondered how many beers he had had before I got there. I knew I always had trouble taking all of Pete's load especially when he was truly full but Tom seemed to be taking it like a true pro.

By the time I gave Tom's ass a few more good hits with the whip, I could tell that Pete had finally drained his bladder into his human toilet. True to his training, Tom hadn't missed a drop of that golden elixir.

Pete looked at me and said, "Any time you need some service, just let me know and I'll pass this piss-drinkin' faggot over to you."

As a matter of fact my bladder was getting full and I replied, "I'm ready now to get rid of this load".

Pete rose and Tom followed still on his hands and knees. When they had turned around, Pete grabbed his slave's head and held it up to my cock. Without letting the head of my prick enter into that hot mouth, I took aim and let loose a hard stream. The sound of that hot piss filling Tom's mouth was almost more than I could bear. My cock started to get harder and as it did so did it become harder to piss. However, before the flow stopped completely, Tom had to shut his mouth to swallow. When he did so, some of my piss splashed against his face and dribbled to the floor.

Pete was angry.

"How dare you embarrass me in front of my guest! Lick that piss off the floor right now!"

"Yes, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir", Tom replied as he bent to clean the concrete floor.

"Sorry isn't good enough, you worthless piece of shit!" and then Pete grabbed Tom by the hair and pulled him to a standing position. "I told you what would happen if you let a single drop fall and now you're going to find that I'm a man of my word!" Dragging him by the hair, Pete took Tom and stood him between to chains hanging from the ceiling. Without any gentleness, Pete fastened Tom's wrists to the chains so that he was practically forced to stand on his toes.

Taking the whip from me, Pete now stood in front of Tom and lowered his voice to its most menacing, "Scum like you need and want their asses to be used. But I'm not going to give you what you want." With that, Pete lashed out with the whip across Tom's stomach.

"Arghhhh"

"I didn't hear you!", and Pete lashed out again this time across Tom's tits.

"Oooowww... Thank you, Sir!"

Both of the strokes had left visible red lines on Tom's beautiful body as I quietly watched the spectacle of Tom's punishment with my hard dick in hand.

Pete then reached for his cock and ball stocks, a special device which he designed to fit around the meat of reluctant slaves. He pulled on Tom's prick and sac together until the wooden device could be clamped down behind them ensuring that they stood out from Tom's body. Pete then attached the stocks to the chains from which Tom hung. Now if Tom moved any part of his body, the stocks would pull on his cock and balls.

"Now your punishment really begins!", and with that Pete brought down the whip on Tom's balls.

Tom went white!

Strangely, he didn't scream although his teeth clenched and he sucked hard for air. When the intensity of the hit wore off a little, Tom whispered, "Thank you, Sir".

While I was surprised at Tom's ability to take this kind of punishment, I was more surprised at how aroused I was becoming watching this spectacle. My cock was definitely primed and ready to shoot at the first opportunity.

Pete now went over and rolled a metal table covered with a white cloth to a spot next to Tom. Tom was still feeling the effects of the last hit, but as he spotted the table, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I didn't have long to wonder what the cloth hid. Pete lifted it to reveal several rows of very sharp looking steel needles. At once, I realized why Tom was now sweating profusely. "I'll teach you not to miss a drop of piss the next time, boy!", and with that Pete picked up one of the long needles, took a pinch of flesh from between Tom's cock and balls and shoved the needle through.

I think my body shook as much as Tom's at the piercing.

A second needle went in about an inch further down Tom's cock shaft.

Tom was biting his lips to avoid screaming in pain.

A third, fourth, fifth and sixth went in each about an inch apart all the way down Tom's cock until the seventh went through just behind his prick head. Each time, Tom's body shivered in pain but he did not utter a sound.

"You still have a lot to learn about serving real men and I'm going to train you to be the best!"

I'm sure I detected a faint smile on Tom's face despite the pain.

Pete reached up a grabbed Tom's right tit. He pulled hard and twisted.

"Oh please, Sir, take my tit and use it any way you want. I will be a good boy and I won't miss any of your piss or your guest's piss. I'll be your good piss slave. I'm your's to do with as you please!"

Pete picked up another needle and plunged it into Tom's tit.

"Arghhhh... Thank you, Sir!"

Reaching over and pulling on Tom's left tit, Pete shoved one last needle into that sensitive piece of flesh.

I could hardly stand it any more. Even Pete's cock looked like it was almost bursting.

Pete turned and went to get his whipping bench. He dragged it over in front of Tom and then lowered Tom's arms from the chains. The stocks kept Tom's ass high in the air as Pete lowered him over the bench. Tom was obviously in some pain as he groaned almost continuously during the whole process.

"This slave missed your piss, so I'm giving you the pleasure of using his ass however you like", Pete said to me.

I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed a condom from the shelf beside me and quickly rolled it over my aching prick. Moving in front of Tom, I ordered him to get it lubed which he did with a lot of enthusiasm. Resuming my position behind Tom, I plunged my dick into his willing hole with no concern for his cock and balls which were trapped in front of him. The sweet wet warmth of Tom's ass was too much as I slammed my dick full force into him.

Pete took the opportunity to move in front of Tom and guided his own cock into Tom's waiting mouth.

Pete and I then began to fuck both end of our trapped slave. What a hot scene! Pete was shoving his fat dick in and out of Tom's drooling mouth and I was fucking Tom's tight ass. Moans of pain and pleasure kept coming from our slave whose pierced cock and tits constantly reminded him of his punishment.

I reached around and took hold of Tom's cock head. I was surprised to find his dick as hard as steel. I started to rub the knob of his dick carefully avoiding the needle just below its head.

I looked up at Pete. His eyes were closed in obvious passion as he continued to fuck that face.

I could tell that none of us was far from blowing our loads.

My balls began to rise and that unmistakable feeling began to overwhelm my senses.

Just as I though I couldn't hold on much longer, Tom let out deep moan and his cock jerked in my hand.

Jet after jet of hot cum spilled from his dick!

As Tom's cock gave up its load, Pete threw his head back, thrust his hips forward and let out a deep growl as his balls emptied into that willing throat.

This was too much for me!

My cock swelled to its biggest in that hot hole and I almost screamed as shot my load into that rubber.

My cock seemed to jerk forever, as I collapsed on top of Tom!

Lucky for Tom he was at least partially held up by the whipping bench or I might have torn his balls off in the stocks. In pain and pleasure, Tom cried out.

I raised myself from Tom's body, and looked up at Pete.

Pete opened his eyes and said, "Do you think this slave has been punished enough for tonight?"

Exhausted I replied, "For tonight?... Yeah!"

TO BE CONTINUED

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Jerry Gaither

E-mail: jerryg@pacbell.net

Home Page: http://www.GeoCities.com/SoHo/1344

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