I got three beers, and went back out.
"Good Boy. Now you will kneel next to the recliner while you drink that. Where is your collar PussyBoy?"
"In my pack, Sir"
"Well get it now, PussyBoy."
I got it and returned. I knelled and felt a sharp feeling of guilt as I heard the click of Master locking it on my neck. I thanked him and started to sip the beer. I thought this had been a reward, but soon felt some pressure in my bladder and knew Master had purpose behind the sudden gift of a beer. I just sat there drinking it, feeling the pressure build. When the first was done, Master offered another. I tried to decline.
"What's the matter, PussyBoy? I thought you liked beer. Wasn't that how your friend got you to suck his cock when you were 15?"
"Uh, yes Sir."
"Then drink up, PussyBoy. We still have a lot to get to before Kevin's wife gets home."
I got up and got another round. I came back and kneeled in my place next to Master's seat. Master warned me to keep up the pace, so soon the next can was done.
"Alright, PussyBoy, you have been pissing in your own face for a year now. I know you have been dreaming of the day a warm cock will be aimed at you and you would be covered in Master's golden piss. Your wish will not come true. Get in the tub and prepare as you have for me each night."
I got in the tub, laying on my back. I closed my eyes and began the ritual I had gone to bed with each night for many months. I laid there with my legs stretched high on the wall, until my cock was aimed down at my face. I began licking two fingers and then roughly pushed them into my asshole. I did not wait to get used to it, and immediately began pumping my fingers in and out 60 times. As the 60th approached, I could feel the pressure in my bladder overwhelming. I began to piss into my face when Master's riding crop came down firmly on my nuts, snapping me out of my trance.
"Who told you to piss, PussyBoy. Now you must be cleaned off before we can begin again. Kevin, come here."
Kevin had been standing behind him with the camera. He snapped forward like he too were a slave.
"Kevin, clean that sorry PussyBoy piss off his face. Unload anything you have."
With that, Kevin unleashed a load of hot piss all over my upper body, the scent overpowering my nose.
"That's better. Kevin, get picture of how hard it makes PussyBoy to get pissed on. OK, PussyBoy, start again."
I began counting off the strokes in my asshole, and got to 60 and made sure to hold back, the pain becoming excruciating. Master's large cock dangled over me, and I anxiously awaited his piss. i guess he decided to toy with me, because he held back until I was squirming.
"What do we say, PussyBoy?"
"Please Sir, cover me in your golden piss. You are fulfilling the dreams and fantasies of so many years. Please use me as your toilet Sir. I am your PussyBoy, Sir. Please mark me, Sir, as the dominant animal you are."
With that, Master unleashed a harsh load of piss across my face, then also moving to cover my cock and ass with his hot load.
"Now PussyBoy, I know you are not yet willing to drink your own piss, and I respect that. You have never said anything about it going in your mouth Boy, so that is what you will now do. You will hold it there, an if you please me properly, you may count to ten and then spit it out."
I had never done this before, but knew it was too late to turn back. I began carefully pissing into my mouth, the slow deliberate pace necessary to avoid spillage only adding to the pain in my groin. I filled my mouth, looked up at Master and got his nod of approval, and began counting. When I finished, I stood up and let the fluid slowly trickle out, cascading down my chest.
"OK, PussyBoy, it is starting to get late and Kevin only has another hour or so. I need him for the next step. Therefore, you will now use the enema once more to make sure you are spotless. You will then shower and proceed to the bedroom. You have 15 minutes." With that, Master turned and walked out. I saw him walk into the office, but didn't have time to figure out why. I got my enema bag and quickly went through that procedure. I then showered and dried off, and headed for the bedroom. As I was walking past the office door, I saw Master on my computer, viewing the pictures in my cache and looking at my browser history. I decided better than to investigate, and walked into the bedroom.
"So, PussyBoy, I see you have installed the anchors for wrist and ankle restraints on the bed posts. I will certainly put them to use. Now Kevin, this last task is optional for you. You may leave now and be limited to the terms of our prior agreement. Or you may be given permission for greater liberties with Billy, which is who he is to you. He is my PussyBoy, and I own the rights to his pussy and all his abilities and I may grant more or less access to you according to your interest. You may not know what the requirement is until you agree to perform, but I assure you it is nothing disgusting."
"Well, uh, its been pretty good so far and I don't wanna miss whats next. I'm in deep enough, so I'd say I'd go for it."
"Are You sure?"
"Yes, Mas, uh, what do I call you?"
"I am Ric, Master of PussyBoy"
"Nice to meet you, Ric"
"Alright Kevin, while you are not my slave, you are also not my equal in regards to PussyBoy. There are things I will ask of you which are below Master. Not because they are bad or disgusting, or in fact, not totally enjoyable. The thing is, PussyBoy has dreamed of something for at least 8 years, yet it is below a Master to grant such pleasure to a slave. Kevin, I wish to fuck PussyBoy in the ass. However, a boy's pussy should be eaten before it is fucked. I cannot, as his Master, show such weakness as to eat a slave's ass. Therefore, you will do it."
"What do you think I am?" Kevin yelled. "There is no way I'm gonna eat a faggot's shithole."
"Well, Kevin, it is a PussyBoy's pussy, not, as you say, a 'shithole.' PussyBoy has cleaned thoroughly, and he will now prove to you how clean it is. PussyBoy has always told me that he is against 'scat', which translate for common people to 'eating shit.' I know, it sounds gross to me too, but some fags get into it. So PussyBoy has always made anything like it absolutely off limits. Therefore, he will now show you that his pussy has nothing to do with shit. PussyBoy, close your eyes, put a finger in your hole, rub it around, remove it and stick it immediately into your mouth. If you trust you have done properly, it will be all clean and you will have nothing to worry about. Kevin will then be compelled to eat your ass. If you hesitate, you will show Kevin that it is risky, and you will not get your ass eaten at all today. Master will be forced to fuck you dry, and you will then be forbidden from cumming for the remainder of today and for until Master takes pity on you."
I had an absolute fear of scat, but I couldn't risk failing in this task. I did as Master told, and thankfully tasted nothing but a little musty ass sweat.
"There, now you see, its fine. You will therefore eat PussyBoy's ass as he did to me earlier. In case you need a reminder, he will now show you."
With that, Master attached my wrists to the posts at the foot of my bed, the hooked my ankles to ropes over my head, leaving me spread eagle and fully exposed. He then turned and lowered his ass over my face, first pressing his ass down on my face to get me aroused by the full scent, then lifting up until his hole was an inch out of reach of my tongue. He waited as I squirmed in my restraints.
"See how much PussyBoy likes it. Now, Kevin, do the same and you shall be rewarded."
Kevin got up on the bed, but my attention was diverted by Master lowering his tasty ass onto my tongue. I ate it out trying hard to please Master. I was soon distracted by breath on my exposed asshole. Kevin was getting up the courage to lick. I finally felt a tongue lightly rub my asshole. I almost came with the overwhelming pleasure I felt. After a few licks, he realized it wasn't;t so bad and started getting more into it. My ass had been so used during the last day that it soon began winking open and I felt Kevin's tongue lightly swirling in my hole. I was enjoying this, but after a few minutes Master asked him to stop.
"OK, PussyBoy will now get used. Kevin, as I have broken PussyBoy and made him aware of the pleasure to be found within his asshole, I must go first. But in exchange for your service, you will be compensated and using his pussy once I am through. Oh, I almost forgot something. Can you get PussyBoy's pack from the office? [Kevin left and returned soon with it. Master reached into the pack and pulled out some rubber tubing Master knew I kept in there.] Thank you. I have a feeling PussyBoy is going to enjoy this too much. Since he may not cum until we are through, I will need to tie him off."
With that, Master took the tubing and wrapped my cock twice, then looped around my balls to hold my package away form my body and tightly bound together. I then felt the feeling of Master's cock at the entrance of my hole. "Well, PussyBoy?
I knew what he wanted. "Sir, I am a faggot, sissy, PussyBoy. I have dreamed of cock since I was a teen but my shame has prevented me from allowing my ass to be used as it should be used, Sir. I want your cock in me. I want to feel its warmth, as well as the warmth that will fill me when you unload your Master's seed, firmly marking me as yours and dedicating my Pussy as eternally destined to provide for Master's pleasure.
With that, I felt my hole give way to Master's cock. It felt better that I had ever imagined. It was nothing like the candle, vegetables (I had fucked myself with various produce, like carrots, zucchini, and small cucumbers since high school) and even my recently purchased dildo. The warm feeling of a supple, firm cock was amazing. Feeling a powerful man's hands holding my body as he filled my ass was amazing. Thankfully my cock was tied off or else I would have already shot off. Master thrust into me firmly and consistently for several minutes. I had totally relaxed myself into the experience, and began slowly learning the muscle reactions, feeling how I could increase my pleasure and friction with the slightest muscle shift. The experience was certainly life changing. I knew why I had always dreamed of this. It was no comparison to the crude substitutes I had been using.
Unfortunately, it was soon approaching an end. Master told me he was going to cum, and prepared me to be filled with his seed. And of course he made me beg for it and praise him and repeat my dedication to him. When I had satisfied him, he roughly grabbed my package and used it to hold me in place. He thrust deeply in me and unloaded a hot load of seed deep in me.
"Kevin, you may not cum in PussyBoy as I just did. Get a condom from in the side table, and then you may fuck him. And make him put it on for you."
Kevin placed a condom in my tied hand, and I had to struggle to get it to unroll onto his hard cock. When I get it on him, I give his balls a light squeeze and thank Master for permitting me to be fucked again.
Kevin, you may now fuck him as I did. Kevin slid his cock, which was smaller than Master's, into my hole. It went in easily and soon his balls were tapping on my asshole. Master left and returned with his riding crop. He stood at the foot of the bed, and let his balls dangle on my tongue. I licked them as my ass was being used, and soon felt Master take the riding crop and begin tapping lightly on my bound balls. He kept this up in unison with the fucking in my ass. Kevin was soon thrusting wildly into me and I knew he would soon finished. I even flashed to what his wife must feel like, feeling his overweight body thrusting into her for three minutes at a spot and then being filled by a load. That last part was not to be, as he spasmed but the condom contained the load and denied my hole another hot load.
Kevin slid his cock out, and I felt Master's seed leaking out onto my cheeks and thigh. Master then untied my cock and balls, grabbed my cock, and pumped it three times.
"Oh generous Master, may I cum?" I yelled.
"Yes PussyBoy." With that, he grabbed my nuts and squeezed firmly, pumping with each spasm as I sprayed loads of cum back onto my face and chest.
"PussyBoy, clean up your load, then go shower with Kevin, cleaning him and then yourself completely. He and I will then go up and meet with his wife, Gloria, while you make me a meal and prepare for our evening session."
I got up, thanked Master for allowing me to cum, then proceeded as I had for months every time I came. I moved a finger around my chest to each spurt of my load. I would scoop up each, thank Master, then suck on my finger, savoring my taste.
I then went to the shower. Kevin joined me and I soaped and rinsed his body. I dried him, suckled his cock once in appreciation, then got in the shower and cleaned myself off. When I got out, the apartment was strangely silent. I walked out and saw a pile of clothes on the table, with note on top.
"PussyBoy, You have pleased me so far. Therefore, you are going to have another of your fantasies fulfilled. I have taken your debit card to buy supplies for the evening. You are to wear the clothes underneath and clean the apartment. You have always said you are turned on by humiliation. I have removed the curtains from the kitchen and living room. You are to clean the house, making sure to keep the lights on. I will check in on you periodically from the parking garage across the street. You better be visible."
I looked under the note, and saw my well-used panties. They were a pair that my girlfriend had left behind, and they were now stretched to my size from frequent use. Under them was a white lace apron, and that was it. I put on this outfit, and felt instantly ashamed. I had to hurry though, so I got to cleaning and did my best to ignore what might be outside. I was also distracted by the thought of what Master was doing. I had told him so many fantasies, some that scared me still even after the past 48 hours experience, that my mind was spinning as to which would become true.
To be continued...