As he walked away laughing leaving me dazed and terrified that he had a video, and most likely pictures of me I started to think about what had happened. I stood there frozen in place in the porta pottie starting to realize the pain from having my hair pulled as well as the slaps to my face; I was lost in thought about his comment about "friends". What had I done, what was I thinking and what the hell was I going to do when I see him on the site again.
Finally I regained my composer and headed home. My parents' house had a Mother-In-Law residence that was added to the rear of the house that my grandmother had lived in until she passed away last year, with my graduation my parents allowed me to move into that space and wanted me to learn to become independent, I was thankful I could get in the house without having to pass my parents.
I sat on the edge of my bed lost in thought and panic about what happened, I looked into the mirror and saw the remains of his hand print still visible on my cheek, I also saw the mess I had become from his piss that was now soaked into my shirt and pants and found myself getting hard. I knew I should clean up but instead I stripped off my cloths and pressed my filthy shirt to my face and started stroking my dick to the smell of his drying piss. I was picturing his beautiful brown uncut dick and had the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I scooped every drop of cum from my stomach and wishing it was his ate it all sucking my fingers and hand clean.
I decided to keep that shirt and put it in a plastic bag to keep his piss smell as long as I could and hit the shower. As the warm water washed over my body I was sad that the lingering smell of the meeting was washed from me, but at the same time it was helping to relax me and helped the panic subside.
I headed to my parents' house for dinner and as soon as dinner was finished returned home, I turned on the TV but could not focus on any show, my mind was racing with fantasies, thoughts and fears. I found myself in front of my computer searching for gay watersports sites and found so much information and porn that my cock was so hard it hurt. I also started thinking about the term of Master that he had used as his contact name. While I have had experiences being passive the idea of being controlled was a bit exciting. I jacked off several times leaving my cock sore but still hard. I finally climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.
When the alarm rang I found myself nervous to return to the work site, I had no idea what was going to happen and that made me very uneasy. When dressing I decided to go with a jockstrap instead of my normal boxer briefs, I found jocks erotic. At the work site the day seemed to be going as if nothing had happened the night prior, well other than the smirk and wink I got as he walked passed me into the site, and there was the lude grab of his crotch when he knew I was looking at him. I did do my snooping during the day and learned his actual name was Thiago Juan Hernandez, not that it mattered I doubted I would ever get to call him by his actual name.
Lunch time was upon the site and that means soon Thiago or should I say Piss Master would be at the trailers where he and his crew ate there lunches, I did make sure that my cups were in place for the lunch rush. During lunch he sat directly across from where I was posted, he spread his legs and made sure to draw my attention to his crotch as well as showing off his sweat soaked armpits. As the lunch break came to an end he was the last one out of the porta pottie. He stopped and stared directly at me and smirked, gave his head a nod to the porta pottie and head back into the site.
Once everyone was back in working I headed to the porta potties to see what if anything my cups had in store for me, in the first one the cup was nearly full, I quickly drank every drop and headed to the one Thiago came out of, in there I found the cup full to the top, I savored every drop. As I turned to leave I noticed a Gatorade bottle on the toilet paper dispenser, I assumed it was left in accident but the color was off, I picked up the bottle to find it warm, or even hot to the touch and knew right away it was left by my Piss Master. I took it drank it thought the afternoon. When he came down for some tools from the trailers I made sure he saw me drinking it with a smile on my face.
With the tools in hand he walked up to me and smirked, asking or more likely telling me I liked his gift, he told me to open my mouth and spit a thick gob of his spit in my mouth and walked away. Later I received a text message from him, it was a picture of him filling the bottle earlier in the porta pottie with the message telling me I better be ready to serve him after work.
My nerves started making me a bit uneasy the closer the end of the day came, I found myself daydreaming about Thiago's uncut cock and his smell several times which would cause my cock to go hard, I was thankful the tight jockstrap was in place to help keep it close to my body so that I didn't tent my jeans.
The end of the day was at hand and the workmen started flowing out of the site, as usual as the laborers brought the tools back the trailer many stopped in for some end of day relief and headed out, as the parade of testosterone thinned Thiago appeared, stared at me with an angry look and again in that tone that was more a command than a question said "where do you belong puta" and spit directly in my face, as I reached to wipe my face with my hand he barked at me "don't touch it". I apologized and went to the porta pottie were I waited for my master.
I'm sure the wait was to make me uncomfortable and it was working, but it was also having another effect on me, the smell and the anticipation was making me out of my mind horny. The door finally opened and there he stood, he had gotten rid of the reflective vest and hard hat standing there in a filthy wife beater soaked in sweat to the point where his dark nipples were showing through. He stepped in and latched the door behind me saying no need to let others see me at work yet. What did he mean by yet?
He smiled a wicked grin at the site of me with his spit clinging to my face, and started asking me questions; "So Puta did you like my gift?" I nodded yes and with that received a slap across my face with the statement "when I ask my bitch questions I expect an answer" than he added that that is the only time he would ever want to hear me, "Do you understand?" I responded with a "Yes Sir" and he smiled, "Do you want more?" again I answered "Yes Sir", "What else are you willing to do for your Master?" and I responded by saying "Anything that gives you pleasure Sir", he raised his arms and put his hands behind his head showing off the patch of sweat soaked black hair in his arm pits and said; "Start here Puta". I needed no other instructions and I dove my face into his left armpit smelling the pungent odor of his long day's work and I licked and sucked every drop of sweat off each hair before moving to the right pit doing the same.
The taste of his sweat was amazing; he undid his pants and sat down on the toilet seat, and pointed for me to kneel between his legs. He shoved my head to his crotch where the smell was strong. He told me he hasn't cleaned under the hood since I last cleaned his dick yesterday. I took his cock in my mouth and savored the remnants of his old piss and defiantly plenty of cum. He let me know he jacked off several times last night and from his pants pocket pulled out 3 tied condoms full of cum and let me know he saved it all for me. With his dick in my mouth he pissed a bit than I figured out what was happening, he was taking a shit and I was there to take his piss.
The smell was pungent and his piss was steady, I had to work hard to keep up swallowing knowing I would be punished if any was wasted. After he finished I could feel his cock growing in my mouth and I could hear the sounds of porn on his phone, from the sound I figured he was watching some chick getting spit roasted by 2 guys. I found myself thinking how it would feel to be spit roasted by him and another of the workmen from his crew, I felt him tense up, and he shot a massive load in my mouth.
I stayed there kneeling between his legs with his softening cock in my mouth, I knew better than to let it out before he took it out. I continued to lightly swirl my tongue around it and suck it, and was rewarded with a post orgasm burst of piss. After he pulled out of my mouth, I stayed looking him in the eyes with my mouth open and was rewarded with a massive wad of spit into my mouth.
He stood up, and turned his back to me, suddenly reality set in and so did panic. Did he expect me to deal with cleaning him post his shit? How did he expect me to clean him? I found out quickly when he pushed his solid round ass into my face, the funk of his ass was strong with sweat and shit. I was freaking out a bit as I pushed forward into the solid mounds of flesh and took my first swipe with my tongue, the initial taste was similar to that of his rank armpits but as I pushed forward the taste changed, I found it to be less offensive than I was expecting and as I worked his pucker I heard him moan. His hand came back and pushed me tight into his ass and I found myself cumming in my pants just from being used by him in such a way.
After a few minutes he pushed me back and pulled up his pants, he pushed me to the side and placed the 3 used condoms on the edge of the urinal, he stood there and stared at me, without a word spoken I knew he expected me to swallow the contents. I fumbled with the knot on the first one and finally got it open, I placed his used condom in my mouth and sucked it inside out to make sure I savored every drop. It was very different tasting that fresh from the tap, is was watery and sour. I chocked on the taste and he laughed. After only sucking one clean he turned and walked out of the porta pottie leaving me there, 2 more loaded condoms, a stong taste remained in my mouth, my head spinning and pants full of cum. I finally got up and in a haze took the other 2 condoms to eat at home while I smelled the shirt from yesterday and I stepped out, I guess I expected him to be waiting outside but
I looked around and he was gone.
I also headed out for the night, securing the gate behind me, on my drive home I was thinking about the new low he had taken me to licking and sucking his dirty ass clean, I was aware the more I thought about it the harder and hornier I was getting. At home I again just sat on the edge of my bed regaining my thoughts and composure, I passed on dinner with my folks and just made something on my own, I gravitated to my computer and was again searching everything I could find about watersports, domination, master and I added slave to my searches. I found a video of a guy on his knees sucking a hot cock and being feed cum from used condoms, he too chocked like I did and the old cum slid down his throat and I felt better about my reaction. I found some pretty graphic porn of masters and slaves encounters and began wondering how I could get Thiago or should I say Master to use me in ways the videos were showing.
After watching a bunch of porn I needed to get off, I decided to try something new and went to my laundry grabbing the bin of clothes pins, on my way back to my bed I grabbed the bag with the piss soaked shirt and the remaining 2 condoms.
I stripped naked and attached clothes pins to my nipples, the bit hard and the pain was instant, I pressed my face in the opening of the bag inhaling in his smell and I opened and sucked the other 2 condoms clean, I jacked my dick and shot a massive load that I scooped up and ate. I rubbed the remnants of my cum into my chest and stomach took off the clothes pins and fell sound asleep.