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I stirred awake to another morning, still confined to my small steel cage, my cock still in chastity, waiting for my magnificent Master to wake. The room was still dim, the morning sun barely creeping around the cracks of the curtains, another day of serving my Master in any way he saw fit. I press my face against my steel bars, listening to his waking sounds in anticipation. I was once a boy, but now I am his slave, willing and waiting on his every call.
Master has a fantastic body. Toned and furry like a man, his muscles chiselled from his hard work at the gym. He has hair in all the right places and all the stinks of a strong working man. Master gets to keep his body hair, unlike me; even his furry ass is something of awe. My body is entirely shaven, of course, save for the hair on my head. Master says no slave should have hair, and I am always naked; my body on display at his disposal at a moment's notice. From the moment I became his slave, he showed me how much he owned me and that nothing I desired mattered anymore. My life was his.
"Good morning, Slave," his groggy voice sounded, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Good morning, Master." I quickly reply from my confines.
Master pulled himself up and sat on the side of his king-sized bed. From a few feet away, I can see Masters tented boxers, my mouth drooling at his cock I would soon have to serve.
"Do you need to piss?" Master asks.
"Yes, Master," I reply, keeping my answers short and concise as he likes.
With a groan, Master stands up and stretches his limbs. He walks over, towering above me to release me from my sleeping cage. My confined space is too small to lie flat in, so from lying on my side, I get up as best I can and spread my legs, showing Master my untouched cock and balls. Even my cock and balls belong to him.
I raise to my ankles and beg like a dog as he approaches. I know he likes it when I do it; I grizzle and show him my restrained cock, desperate for relief. My chastity is a rubber ring which fits tightly around the root of my cock. Connected to that is a small three-inch cap which fits snuggly around the short length of my...his cock. It stays on most of the time, only removed when Master allows me to piss; its short length prevents any hope of me getting an erection. My Master taught me early on that a slave does not need such desires.
Master stands over me. I look back up to him, my eyes locked with his penis as he inspects my condition. Restricted within the tube, my slave cock is a deep red, wet and sensitive, longing to cum. Nothing covers my bloated balls, my shaven sack free from obstruction, open and vulnerable should my master need to punish me. Most of the time, my balls are left alone and unsatisfied; their only opportunity to empty them on an ever-rarer milking day. Swollen and tender, my balls constantly ache, but I trust my Master's wishes and so do my best to ignore them. Master milks me every couple of months if I am good, and if not, or should he change his mind, he hurts them instead.
With great mercy, Master frees me from my cage, clipping a leash to a collar around my neck and leading me to the bathroom. Every morning, Master leads me to the bathtub, so I know the drill. Once I have climbed in, I place my hands behind my head and spread my legs for him as wide as I can.
I wait, my lip quivering, desperate for his permission to piss. Master typically only allows me to piss once a day in the morning, so already my bladder is full to screaming from the day before. My legs twitch as I hold back, not letting go of my flow sooner than he allows. Master stands over me, amused by my discomfort. I think he likely sees in my eyes how close I am to the brink.
"Did you have a good sleep?" He says, teasing me, running his hands across me.
"Yes, Master," I reply, my legs shaking from trying not to burst.
Sometimes I think he wants me to piss too soon so he can punish me-the cool bath on my skin, my spread position, my mind reeling at the fact that I am so close to relief but still much wait for his command.
"Are you thirsty?" he asks next.
"Yes, Master", I force myself to say, having learned that this is the only answer.
I swallow hard, pushing my distended bladder from my mind. I can feel the gates crying to open, my urine banging on the door to be let free. Master turns the fosset on at the sink, allowing the cold water to echo around the room as he slowly and painfully fills the bathroom drinking glass.
I whimper as he takes the first drink for himself. He drinks it deliberately slowly, leaving the tap still running as he quenches his thirst, my legs shaking. Master smiles at me. I smile back, though it is more of a grimace. Once more, he fills the glass again to the brink before coming closer to me and offering it to my lips.
"Drink", he orders.
I do as he asks, my bladder secondary to his wishes. I am already sweating as I force my cock to behave, my eyes locked on his as I swallow the icy-chill water. My urethra feels like it already has piss halfway down the tube, every fibre of my being fighting the urge to let go too soon. I gulp every mouthful until the glass is empty, hoping finally for respite, only for my Master to refill the glass again, bringing me a second full glass.
"You aren't trying to hide that thing from me, are you?" Master warns, noticing my knees twitch together a fraction of a second.
"No, Master. I never would."
"Good. Drink up."
The cold water stung like acid as I drank it; I could feel my belly swelling as I took in the second glass.
"You make me proud, slave, you know that? " Master says, setting the glass aside. "I can see how hard you are trying to please me. You need to piss so bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Master. " I said, close to crying.
"Then piss." Master finally said, to my final relief.
Still spread eagle before him, I push my cock muscles, opening the floodgates and letting my torrent flow. My piss arches upward out of my cock hole, almost clearing the side of the bath. My golden flow runs down the bath walls, rumbling and sloshing around my feet before running down the drain. Four seconds, 5 seconds, 6 seconds. He is being so kind, letting me piss for a long time today. I want to show him my appreciation for his gesture of kindness, but speaking out of turn would only mean trouble. My body is still shaking as I let go of as much as I can, my urethra not wide enough to blast out as much piss as I am desperate to empty.
"Stop." Master commands when I am only about half done. "That's enough for today."
I am barely half done, but my master demands it, so I jam my eyes shut and force my body to stop. My piss flow shudders to a halt as I clamp off the rest, likely having to wait til tomorrow for another chance.
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Master commands me out of the tub and to kneel in front of him; I know now it is his turn for his morning relief. He candidly pushes his boxers to the floor, his musty morning cock flopping before me. His cock is like a work of art in my eyes; mine is hairless and feminine; his cock is like a machine, its size and shape built for fucking anything that moves. His cock conquers all manner of holes, stealing not only my virginity and not only that of other men. He unsheathes his sticky morning foreskin like a snakeskin, his fuzzy egg-sized balls hefty and full of sperm, his bladder full of hot piss.
"Open", Master commands, aiming his thickness at my open mouth.
I do as he asks, waiting unblinking as the tickle of his pubic hair brushes against my face. He unashamedly inserts his long penis into my throat, the weight of his manhood resting against my tongue. His unwashed morning manliness surrounds me, and seconds later, his acrid piss gushes into my mouth.
"Ahh... " Master sighs as he empties himself. My belly swells again as he dumps his concentrated morning piss into me, the smirk on his face telling me I was doing well. The tangy smell of his cock is intoxicating, his piss warming me from the inside. I could tell from its lingering flavours that he had been drinking the night before and had likely had sex.
I struggled the first time I drank from him. Back then, we were just school kids, not quite in high school and not exactly best friends. We were in the school swim team together, I was the captain, but the coach ensured I "looked after" my team. I ended up sucking off my whole team even before the year got started. Master, in particular, used me a lot, enjoying the new feelings of my mouth around his cock. I remember I spluttered from the first drops of his pee I swallowed; his foul, not quite teen piss tasted awful. While it wasn't by choice the first time, I now did so willingly. These days Master could piss into me with full force. I relax my throat as best I can and let him piss straight into my throat. It doesn't matter that we didn't get along back then or how it tasted. Now, my mouth is my Master's toilet.
"Good slave", he says when he finally finishes emptying himself.
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With his bladder drained and mine quickly refilling, Master took a step back, my eyes on his cock swinging back and forth.
"Clean my cock, " Master orders. "You'll find some dried cum under my foreskin. The bitch last night did a shit job."
Sticking out my tongue, I carefully press my tongue between his glans and skin, finding the source of the stink. Diligently and gently, I swab his cock dew with my tongue, the bitter taste of him and her remaining from their sex the night before.
"We're going out today," Master said as I moved to his hairy balls. "We're going back to our old school, in fact."
My ears pricked, but he hadn't permitted me to speak, so I continued cleaning his almost drooling cock.
"A teacher wants me to show his class of kids what a slave looks like. That's where you come in. I'll have you serve some of the young masters. I might even let you speak freely. You can show them what real a slave is."
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