The Piss Pig

"Oh yeah you little slut, suck that cock. Suck it good, and get ready to eat my cum, bitch. You're gonna get a mouthful in a minute, so get ready you dirty little faggot."
The more I talked the harder he sucked. He seemed to love the way I verbally abused him. It was pretty fun for me too. I hadn't found myself in this sort of position in quite a while. There had been times I'd been dominating, but it certainly wasn't my usual role. This was getting good.
The piss-pig on his knees, sucking my cock harder and harder, began jacking his own dick through his pants.

"I didn't tell you you could touch yourself, faggot!" As I yelled this at him he took his hands away from his crotch and looked up at me with his mouth full of my dick. "Don't you fucking touch yourself until I tell you to do so, slut. Do you understand?"
He nodded yes and continued sucking me. I was finding this dominating role easier by the minute. I was liking it alot. I held the base of my cock with one hand, and the other still held the back of his head. I was getting close to creaming in his mouth. I felt the electricity as my balls began to stir, and finally felt the cum rise to my cock and shoot into my slave's throat. I grunted loudly with each spurt of semen I fed to my slave, and he gobbled it up hungrily. After a moment, I pulled my cock from his lips. I had got off really good in this guy's mouth, but I still had an urge to use him more. I wondered when I might have this opporitunity to have a slave again would be. I had no idea, so I figured I'd better get it while the gettin' was good. I saw that his poor cock was still rock hard, and thought for a moment about how else I could abuse my guest.

"Ok, faggot, get outta those pants now," I said cooly. He quickly stripped from all his clothing and stood before me naked. He was built really well. He didn't have the physical appearance of what I'd imagine a slave to be at all. He was tall and strong-looking, his broad chest covered with soft reddish hair, the same hair that surrounded his very hard cock.

"Can I please touch my cock now, Sir?"
I had something else in mind. I told him, no, not yet, and led him into the bathroom. I instucted him to lean over the commode so I could look at his ass. He did this quickly, with a "Yes, Sir," showing me how much he liked being ordered. As he bent over the toilet I pulled his ass cheeks apart and saw a very tight looking hole. His balls hung low between his spread legs, and his cock was still sticking straight out. I reached over to the sink and got a bottle of lotion, and squirted some out onto my fingers. I then smeared some of the lotion all over his tight pink hole, and pushed a finger inside of him. His muscles tightened around my finger, and he groaned. My second finger slipped in just as easily as the first, and I pushed the two of them into him as deeply as I could. I moved my fingers around in his ass and found his sensative gland up there. I started rubbing it with my fingertips and grabbed his nutsack hard as I instructed him, "Now don't you touch your cock, do you understand slut?"

"Yes, Sir...ooohhh," he groaned. He wanted to shoot so bad, I knew it must've hurt. But I knew I was about to give him a great orgasm. I continued to stroke his prostate with my fingertip and tug his balls, squeezing and kneading them roughly. In no time I felt his ass start to expand and contract on my fingers, and I knew he was ready to come. I poked his gland harder, and felt the base of his shaft as his balls were ready to explode into the open toilet below. I told him to catch his cum as it shot from his cock, to shoot it into the palm of his hand. He came hard with my fingers in his ass, and ejaculated into his hand like I'd told him to do. I knew it had to be a huge relief for him, finally getting off. I pulled my fingers from his ass and turned him around to face me.

"Now, lick that cum out of your hand, bitch. Eat it up."
I didn't have to ask twice, he didn't hesitate. He ate his own cum out of his hand as hungrily as he'd eaten mine. This was all starting to make me hard again. After he'd licked his hand clean, I put the two fingers I had up his tight ass into his mouth. He cleaned my fingers of his ass juice, and as he did, noticed that I was getting hard again. He asked what he could do for me. I told him not to worry, I'd let him know. I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted to use him for my second orgasm, but I was able to come up with some creative ideas pretty quickly. I put my hands on him and directed him into the small shower stall. I instructed him to kneel and put his ass up in the air, as best he could in the confined space. He did this quickly, putting his head down on the floor of my shower and spreading his ass cheeks apart for me. I stood halfway in the shower, stroking my hardening cock over him, staring at that hot tight ass, where I longed to feel my cock. My bladder was now in need of relief again, lucky for this piss slave! i aimed my cock a few inches away from his ass, and let go as a hot stream of piss shot from my cock and onto his little pink hole.

"Ooohhh yess!" He exclaimed, excitedly. He pulled his ass apart farther, as if to feel more of my piss on his hole. I came down closer to him, bending my knees, and had my pissing cock right on his fuck hole. He was so thrilled with this! He couldn't stop moaning and crying out as I finished pissing on him. It was pretty exciting to me, too. I pulled his back half out of the shower stall and knelt behind him, my hard cock ready to fuck. He was still nice and slippery from the lotion job earlier, and I started pushing my hardness into his tight ass. I held him by his wet, piss-soaked hips and pushed farther in, and he whimpered a little as I kept forcing myself inside him. I reached under him and grabbed his balls again. "Are you ready to get fucked hard, slave boy?" I said it with as much authority as I could muster.

"Oh yes Sir. Please have your way with me!"

With that, I started fucking my cock in and out of his slave ass as hard as I could. He was so tight, so hot! I tugged hard on his nuts as I punished his sweet ass, but he seemed to enjoy that equally well. With every tug and every thrust, he'd moan and cry out, "Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me hard Sir!"
I did, I fucked this boy harder than I'd fucked anyone in a long time. Without much more, I felt myself getting ready to spray his guts with my cum. He felt my cock get rock-hard, and tightened his ass muscles around me. I squeezed his nuts hard as I shot my huge load into him, and he let out a cry. But it was definetly a cry of pleasure. This guy got off on any of the moderate pain I'd inflicted on him. As the last of my juice was deposited into him, I caught my breath and slid my cock out of his soaking wet hole. I watched as my cum started to leak from him. I was almost compelled to lick it up, but no Master would do that. It wasn't that easy for me to stay in this role! I instructed the slave to stand, and I stepped into the stall with him and turned on the water. I lathered up my hands with soap and began to wash my little bitch's ass for him. I rubbed my hand between his asscheeks, inserting a soapy finger into him, cleaning him inside and out. I then rubbed my soapy hands on his asscheeks, cleaning the piss from them. He leaned his head back onto my shoulder as I cleaned our sex from him. He turned to face me and lathered up his hands as well, rubbing his soapy hands all over me, paying special attention to my cock, cleaning it well. We stepped from the shower and I dried him tenderly, all my drive to dominate was now gone, for the moment anyway. I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him deeply, licking his tongue and lips. He looked at me gratefully and told me what a great time he'd had.

"Me too, " I said, "How bout you just stay here tonight?"
He liked that idea, and after drying off, we climbed into my bed together, my front against his back, nuzzling his neck. Before drifting off into a satisfying slumber, I heard him say, "So, what's your name, anyway?"