my Master's Obscenity - Chapter 2
Sir continued His regular phone calls and video chats with me, and I performed for Him on camera. I did whatever He asked. Fucked myself with dildos, sucked on dildos, said my mantra prayer for Him, and begged. Master loves to hear me beg. Beg for use, beg for mercy. He would often slowly stroke Himself off so I could watch. It was pure torture for me because ALL I wanted to do was use my holes to get Him off.
I would get text messages from Him throughout the week. He would tell me to go to the bathroom at work and remove my underwear, or edge myself in the stall for my entire lunch break, but "DO NOT CUM." I would end up the rest of the day with a constant hard on and a noticeable wet spot of pre cum. Needless to say, I spent most of the remaining work day sitting down in my cubicle.
One day in February, I got a text message to go home immediately after work and clean out my cunt, and get ready to serve Him. I got so excited because even though serving Him on camera is not as fulfilling as in person, it still means a lot to be able to please Him.
I practically ran home. I douched my cunt, and since I regularly get my hole and balls waxed, I never need to think about that. I logged on and was waiting to see Master online, but instead I got an email.
"Go to (bar name) on Folsom at 9:30. Wear something slutty. Go to the bar and get a beer. Make sure everyone has seen what a whore you are. When you've finished your beer, make your way to the back and into the men's room. Wait in the far stall. Make me proud, faggot."
I didn't live far from there, but it was raining. He wants me to wear something slutty, but what? Keeping in mind what He gave me to wear during my visit, I grabbed some short, tight jean cut-offs, a tight, cropped black tank top and my black converse hightops (to hide my house key). The shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and my hard nipples threatened to burst through the shirt.
I know the bar, and it's one of my favorites. Some real crazy shit can go down in the bathrooms and back room. I've sucked a lot of cock there. I went in, and said hello to my buddy behind the bar, who just cocked one eyebrow up and smiled. I ordered a beer (Heineken because it makes me piss). I looked around under the dim lights and there were a number of guys there. I drank my beer like a slut, and walked around the bar. I was a completely different person than at work, or among my friends. No one would believe it. I finished my beer, and made my way towards the back of the bar, getting groped on my way back there. I got into the far stall and tried to figure out what to do. Master had not given me any other direction. I decided to strip off my "shorts" and I sat on the toilet and put my legs up so one foot was on either side of the stall door. Whoever opened it up would see me sitting there fingering my hole.
I am an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuck hole! I am a tool for my Master's Cock! I am my Master's whore!
Before long, someone did open the door. A big bear of a Man. Reddish beard. Pierced septum. Tattooed arms. I fingered my hole some more and brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them. I could see the bear's cock twitch in his jeans, his tight leather chaps framing his crotch. He opened his fly and without any warning, hosed me down with the biggest load of piss. I opened my mouth and was rewarded with the hot stream. He moved it down and I felt my hole open up a little with the force of his steamy piss hitting it. When he was done, the bear stepped forward and pushed his cock in my mouth. I sucked him and very soon he came. I swallowed and said "Thank You Sir!" Bear gave me a playful slap and told me to stay right there. I waited, and not long after, someone else showed up. This went on all night. I stayed in that stall for 4 ? hours. I lost track of how many men came to the stall. All I know is I spent the night drinking piss, and bathed in it. Sucking cock, eating cum. I was fucked a few times, but mostly it was sucking and piss. By the end of the night, I stunk. My belly was bloated from piss and cum, and I could barely stand. Bear was waiting for me, and put a big meaty paw around my shoulders and said "I'm takin' you home, boy. Promised to watch out for ya." Bear got me to his truck and helped me in. "You're kind of a mess, kid. Get down on the floor mat, not on the seat." Bear got in the driver's side, and started the engine.
"Your Master is a good friend of mine. Asked me to set something up for ya." "He saw some great pictures and video of your little performance tonight, kid!" I found out later, it took less than 15 minutes for the video to be uploaded for the world to see (at a price), if they knew where to go to find it. It would be the first of many videos Master had taken of my training, and use.
I was taken to a flat not far from the bar. Bear helped me inside, where I found myself in a bedroom near the back of the flat, and stripped off my smelly clothes. "Strip me, now, boy" I began to take off Bear's clothes. He was a big man, and hairy. His tits were pierced, too, and he told me to pull on them. When I did, he moaned, and that made me happy. I am always so happy when I can make a Man feel good. Bear's dick was uncut. It wasn't very long, maybe 5 1/2 inches or so but it was fat like a fire plug. I've seen pictures and video of it in my mouth, it stretches my lips around it. While I was pulling on Bear's nipples, He was mauling mine. His strong fingers squeezing and pulling them. A few times, I gasped but it really did feel soooo good. They were red, raw and constantly hard for the next week!
"Ok kid, time to eat some ass." With that, Bear sat down on a rim chair, and sort of shoved me under it, my legs out between his feet. "Eat my hole, boy." I spent most of the night, working my mouth all over his hairy hole. Sometimes he held my head and pinched my nose closed, and sometimes he just let me service him at my leisure. I fucked his hole with my tongue, I licked, I sucked at the hole. After about 90 minutes of constant mouth work, my jaw ached, my tongue was numb, and I was in a sexual delirium. I distinctly remember being aware that not only was I orally worshipping this man's hole, but I was verbally worshipping it as well. I was speaking, or praying softly to this amazing hole that I was allowed to service.
I am an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuck hole! I am a tool for my Master's Cock! I am my Master's whore!
"That's enough, faggot." "We're gonna open you up a bit." Bear pointed to a leather sling and told me to hop up. He spent the next few minutes attaching restraints to my ankles and wrists and fastening me to the chains holding the sling. Every once in a while he would raise one of my appendages until he had it exactly how he wanted it. Next he put a gas mask over my face. The mask had a tube that came out of where the mouth would be and down my chest and fell to the side. It was hard to see through the mask, and my ability to breathe was, of course, hindered a bit. I laid back and let go. Bear smeared some thick lube on my hole, and started pushing at it with his thick thumb. Soon, I could feel him fucking in and out with his pointer finger. I suddenly became overwhelmed with poppers. Bear put a cloth soaked in poppers near the opening of the tube. It was the only air I was getting. My head was swimming and I could feel my hole get really warm and then completely relax. Bear was switching whatever finger he was using until he had more than one at a time in my hole. I could tell that I was getting fresh air again, when I stopped swooning and was able to comprehend what was happening a little better. With more lube, Bear was fucking me with 3 fingers, and I was fucking back into him as best as I could given the way I was restrained. "That's it boy, go ahead and fuck your hole." I was rewarded with another shot of poppers. I swear I went into outer-space. This went on for some time, Bear continually giving me time with fresh air, and then time with just poppers. My head was lolling back and forth and I was moaning loudly into the mask. At least it sounded loud to me. My hole was being split open by however much of his hand was inside it. I learned later that it wasn't his fist. Master had told him that He had plans for that later. Bear used a pretty big dildo for awhile with a last hit of poppers before he lined up his cock at my blown out hole. His thick cock split my cunt like a fist. Bear fucked like a jack rabbit, and soon emptied his balls. Because he had wrecked my hole, the cum just leaked out when he pulled out his dick. I heard it plop on the ground as it fell from my hole. "You'll get that later, don't worry!" Bear chuckled as he undid the gas mask and I was finally able to breathe unhindered. It wasn't a very long break, because using my hair, Bear forced my head back and shoved his cock into my mouth. I cleaned it as lovingly as I could, tasting my ass, and his cum, and the cum of the 2 dudes at the bar. When he was soft, the piss started. I thought I would drown, and quite a bit spilled out. He must have held that for the entire night. It just kept coming. I swallowed hard and fast, but I couldn't keep up. I sputtered as he finished, and pulled out his cock. I got three hard slaps on my belly. "Good boy. Good fucking slut." Then he spit the biggest loogie on my face. It landed on my nose and dripped onto my upper lip. I couldn't help it. I quickly licked it up.
I am an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuck hole! I am a tool for my Master's Cock! I am my Master's whore!
Bear helped me down from the sling, and pushed me down so I could lick up the now cold blobs of cum that had fallen from my gaping hole.
With the restraints still on my ankles and wrists, Bear led me to his bedroom. My wrists were clipped in front of me and he settled in behind. We were on our sides and I was in front of him. I could feel his sticky, soft cock in my ass crack. My hole positively buzzed. Bear threw a big meaty arm across me and absent mindedly played with one of my nips until he was snoring behind me. I hardly slept. That was one of the most amazing nights of my life, and it was all for Master. And Bear, too. I knew I didn't want to disappoint him, either. But it was really all for Master, and it was all recorded, too. Like every other act I did from then until now. Master put it all on the web, somehow. I suspect He made quite a bit of money from people who paid to see me suffer in so many ways over the years. I'm glad. I was born to be useful to Master, and that is what He demands of me.
I went home later that day, after getting fucked one more time by Bear and swallowing his morning piss. Thankfully he let me borrow something to replace the shorts, which at some point had become even un-wearable for THIS neighborhood. Unfortunately, they were much larger than I was. I clutched them tightly and quickly made my way back home. I took a hot shower and before I crashed into my bed, opened a text that I had received from Master. It was a picture of me in the stall. Covered in cum and surrounded by 4 cocks. One of them was pissing into my open mouth and you could see my smile. Just one word from Master:
OUTSTANDING!
I went to bed without jerking off. I didn't need to. That was enough. I had been thoroughly used, worshipped cock and hole, and all for Master. All so that He would be pleased. Nothing else really mattered for me at that very moment.
Over the next several weeks, I would meet Bear at the gym, and we would work out together. Not so much to make me very muscly, but to increase my strength and the ability to take heavier punishment. It was also a way for Bear to parade me around to the other Doms, Masters, etc in the area.
My work suffered. Not only because my head got shaved pretty close (office worker's aren't supposed to look like that, even in this city), but because I was tired a lot. There were some nights during the week, that Bear would have me out at some bar or another. Underwear night, Uniform night, Jock night, whatever. We usually went somewhere three times a week, so that I could be brought around and placed somewhere on my knees, sucking random cock and eating as much cum as I could get.
About 4 days after my first night with Bear, he showed up at my apartment with a chastity device. It looked a little like a miniature faucet. Metal tube that curved down, enhanced my package when I wore pants, but made it impossible to get hard. I could piss but I now had to sit down every time. Bear would make jokes about that, saying that only pussies sat down to pee. Most of the time, I also wore a metal ball stretcher too. Usually not to work, but there were the few times, I would be ordered to do so. I had the worst case of blue balls. I would have sucked or been fucked by anything or anyone just for the chance to cum. But then, that's the point. I have learned that a good slave ignores the needs of its own body in order to concentrate on being useful to its Master's needs. The only thing a good slave should want is to please.
After about 10 days, I was climbing the walls, begging Bear to let me out so I could just get hard or cum. He said "No. You need to learn that doesn't belong to you." I was horny all the time. I begged to be fucked. And, thankfully, Bear obliged. That was my purpose. I exist so that Men can fuck and breed and abuse me.
Bear belongs to a BD/SM club in town, and in the early Spring, he told me that he was going to take me to their monthly play party. It was against the rules to film, so this was one event Master would be unable to see, but he did require 2 pictures. They were both of me on my back, with my legs spread and the soles of my feet facing the camera. My head was up, and I am looking directly into the camera with my mouth cunt wide open and my tongue ready for a load. Written on the bottom of my foot, in wide black Sharpie pen: MATTHEW. One picture at the beginning of the night, the other at the end of it.
Bear told me to wear black jeans, boots, and a black shirt. I was to be at his flat at 10:00 pm. When I arrived, he placed a thick, black collar around my neck, and used one of the D-rings to pull me along. "Let's go, kid! It's your lucky night!"
We arrived at the play space, and were let in. Bear signed in, and as a long time member, knew most of the other men there. There were Daddies, Masters, slaves, boys? Bear told me to strip except for my boots and put my clothes in the plastic bag he held out to me. I complied, along with the other slaves and boys that were following the same order from their Master/Sir/Daddy.
Bear fastened my hands behind my back again, and this made my nips stick out. They were hard, and if my dick wasn't in chastity, that would be hard too. There were fuck benches, St. Andrew's Crosses, stockades, cages, whipping posts. There was a naked slave being whipped while he hugged a big wooden post. Bear was greeting people and I tried to be as submissive and respectful as I could possibly be. I wanted Master and Bear to be proud. Hands touched me, fingers pinched and someone shoved a leather clad hand in my mouth making me gag. Many people would spank my ass, or squeeze it really hard. After about an hour, Bear pulled out a metal butt plug and stuck it in my mouth. "Lube it up, boy." I felt myself blush a little (Lord knows why) and sucked in the plug, swirling my spit on it. The plug had some wires coming out that were attached to a little box. Bear stuck the plug up my ass and attached the box to my wrist restraint. He held up a little remote control and said, "See this?" He pressed a button, and I got an instant jolt of electricity in my hole. I squealed, and Bear and his friends laughed. At that moment, about 4 or 5 other slaves let out varying levels of pain and surprise, and they all laughed again. Apparently most of us were wired up in some way or another. I was led around the party for a while, during which time Bear would randomly jolt my hole with electricity. At one point, after gathering again with his friends, Bear announced, "Gonna test out some new floggers on the boy's back, gentlemen, if you'd like to join me at the cross." Bear led me by the collar to the St. Andrew's Cross, the whole way pressing the remote control, sending a medium to hard jolt of energy inside my ass. I would yelp, and twice I screamed a little. I was attached to the cross with my back to Bear. He began flogging my back, lightly at first with an occasional hard hit. One of his buddies must have had the remote, because I was also getting hit with the plug at interesting moments. He used several different kinds of floggers before settling for 2. One in each hand! I was going crazy, as Bear continually, and expertly flogged me. The pain was exquisite. Many times, it seemed like more than I could take, but then this new layer would appear, and I discovered I could go further and deeper and harder. I don't know how long I was on there, but by the time I was brought down, and the plug removed, I was a limp mess, and my back stung like Hell. Bear placed me on a fuck bench and strapped me down. The night was not over. He attacked my ass and the back of my thighs with a smaller, hand held paddle. It was actually braided leather, and woven into a paddle shape. It stung like a mother fucker and it didn't take long before I was crying and begging him to stop. I promised anything as long as he would stop. He finally did, but not before he covered my butt and thighs with a spiderweb of red lash marks. I would not be able to sit down at work on Monday, that was for sure!
Later, Master told me that the reason he wanted the two pictures was so he could see the change in my eyes after a beating like that. I have also seen the pictures, and the change is very obvious. Fear and anticipation in the first, devotion and need in the second.
I am an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuck hole! I am a tool for my Master's Cock! I am my Master's whore!
At another party a few weeks later, Bear and I joined a few of his friends at a loft. There were a few other slaves there, naked and I was again naked. I love being naked when there are fully clothed Men around. Makes me feel like a true slave.
I spent some time licking and sucking on boots before one of Bear's buddies pulled out a large, black double-headed dildo. After it was lubed, one end was fed into my hole while I was on all fours. Another slave boy was backed up to me and the opposite end of the dildo was crammed into his hole. We spent the next bit of time, fucking each other for the amusement of the Men that were gathered.
Me and the other slave were given free reign to put on a show. Since we were both in chastity, there was no chance we would "accidently" bring ourselves to orgasm.
We kept the long, large dildo in our holes, and faced each other, making out. We were both on our backs at one point, ass to ass, seeing how much we could feed into the other. We fucked ourselves for a good 2 hours, sometimes slow, other times as hard as possible. During this show, Bear and his buddies sat around smoking cigars and the third slave boy present took turns on each of their cocks, sucking them, and keeping them aroused and hard for the fuck-fest that was about to commence.
What a night! I was fucked at least twice by each guy there, along with the dildo a number of times. I sucked so much cock, my jaw ached and my throat was raw. All I could taste was cock and ass and cum. Dawn found me pretty much passed out with Bears cock in my ass, and him laying behind me with his big, meaty arm over me.
He woke up a few times and sleepily fucked me a bit. When it was really time to get out of bed, Bear simply let loose with a long, hot stream of piss up my ass. He bit my neck while he filled my cunt. Finally he slowly pulled out of my ass, and let me run to the toilet to let it out. It's a good thing he did, too!
When I returned I crawled up between his legs and cleaned his cock, which made it hard again. I sucked and licked and worshipped his dick until I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me all the way down while he came down my throat. I was gagging and trying hard to swallow. It's not always easy! Some came out my nose, and Bear wiped it up and pushed it into my mouth along side his softening dick.
It was an exciting weekend in the City. It was the weekend of the Dore Alley Fair. A lot like the Folsom Street Fair, but not as many tourists. To celebrate, Bear sat me down on the toilet, and brought out some electric clippers. He proceeded to give me a 2" Mohawk, and then dressed me in a rubber jock, knee high boots with yellow laces, a wide collar, and a leather head harness. I kind of freaked out about the hair cut. I wasn't sure how that was going to go down at work. I guess I would find out on Monday. When we arrived at the fair, Bear added a tube gag, and led me around on a leash, while pictures were taken. Bear was taking video, too, to send to Master so He could see how His obscenity was doing. I hoped that He would be pleased! The crowd was encouraged to fondle, slap, pinch, or generally touch my body.
Now, I had been in chastity for longer than I ever had before. It must have been at least 8 weeks. In that time, I had been fucked a number of ways, suffered incredible pain and humiliation. All it did was make me hornier. All I wanted was something in my ass. All I wanted was an ass beating to take away the frustration of not touching my dick, or worse, not being able to cum. All I could do was constantly dribble pre-cum out of my slave dick. I kept it clean, and every week, Bear would remove it so that the entire area could be cleaned (and for my monthly wax treatment). Each time, my slave cock would get rock hard. Bear learned early on to strap me down so I couldn't touch myself. I'd gladly be flogged to be able to jerk off. He would wait until it went down on its own, sometimes having to use ice to speed things along. As soon as it would fit, I would be placed again in the horrid device.
So here I am at the fair. In public, wearing a rubber jock and a gag that keeps my mouth wide open. After about an hour of walking around, Bear told me to kneel. I did, and automatically put my hands behind my back. Bear attached a black rubber hose to the gag. It stood upright, and he was able to attach a black rubber funnel to it. He pulled out a black marker and wrote something on my forehead, took a picture and allowed me to see on the screen before he sent it to Master. It was me, on my knees in a rubber jock and boots with a funnel and tube leading to my mouth and big black letters across my forehead "URINAL". I felt an intense wave of humiliation wash over me, and at the same time I was more turned on than I ever had been.
"I am an obedient, obscene, mindless, gaping fuck hole!" "I am a tool for my Master's Cock!" "I am my Master's whore!"
Bear stepped back and watched as, over the course of the afternoon, I was used as intended: As a filthy, obscene toilet, to be pissed in by Men. Bear got all of this on video, of course. After Master edited all of the faces out, but mine, He released it to the website He uses and charged a fee for watching it.
After several hours on my knees, I was so grateful when Bear finally stepped up, and removed the funnel and tube. He fed me some of his beer, and helped me stand up. "I'm proud of ya, kid! You did real good!" I couldn't have been happier. That's all a slave like me needs, to be told that Master is pleased. That's why we were born. That's why we exsist.
Bear led me over to a Porta-Potty and opened the door. He held the door open as I was able to release the pressure on my own bladder. The guys in line behind me whistled and said lewd things while I pissed. I loved it. Bear told me to turn around and sit down on the toilet. I did, and he told me to lean back and put my feet up on either side of the door. After I did, he pulled out his dick and hosed me down with a flood of piss. He hit my face, chest, and mostly my hole. He invited a few others to relieve themselves, and most of them aimed for my face, but a few attempted to open my hole with a steady stream of beer piss. Finally the fair was over, and Bear took me home.
When we got to his garage, he opened the door, and steered me to the side yard (I say yard, but it's really a 3 ? foot wide pathway along the flat where the garbage cans are kept. Appropriate. Anyway, Bear turned on the hose, and sprayed me down to get some of the stink off before he took me inside.
He fucked me a few times that night, before I was told that he was going to sleep, and my mouth better not leave his dick. Not an easy thing to do, and I got absolutely no sleep that night. When he wanted to piss, he just pissed. When he wanted a suck job, I got the message with a pull on my hair. He would fall asleep again while I tongued his cock. I had a lot of time to think that night. I was so? happy. Completely contented to service, to being useful. Like a tool!
Needless to say, I was exhausted when the alarm went off. I was going to have to make it to work somehow.
I got into the shower, and cleaned up. When I got out, I was horrified to see that there was some ink still left on my forehead. A faint shadow of my title for the day. I spent some more time rubbing my forehead raw to get rid of the evidence.
There was nothing I could do about the Mohawk, though. I was just going to have to bite the bullet and hope for the best.
I made it to work, and got the expected harassment from my co-workers about the shocking change in my hair. I just sat down and got to work. I hoped that if I kept my mouth shut and head down, management wouldn't give me a hard time. I was wrong.
Before lunch, I got called into the Office Manager's cube, and reminded that my new hair style did not conform with the written description for employee grooming, as out lined in my Employee Manual. It would result in a write-up and placed in my file. I felt so stupid. Not even the sexiness of being shaved against my will could lighten my mood.
At about 3:30, the office douche bag came by my cube with a sneer on his face. He's the typical straight jock asshole, who would be kind of good looking if he wasn't such a dick.
"Nice hair, freak."
"Fuck you, Ben."
"Had a great weekend, I see. I did too. A buddy took me to a fun street party yesterday. Saw a bunch of fags and freaks doing some crazy shit. Nothing like that in Michigan."
My stomach sank
"Got some really funny pictures, too. Take a look!" He held out his smart phone and scrolled through enough pictures of me kneeling on the sidewalk with random strangers pissing into my funnel, with "URINAL" clearly visible.
"Meet me in the bathroom, fag. Now."
He walked off, toward the men's room, and I took a moment to wrap my head around what was happening. I followed a minute later, and opened the door to the restroom. Ben was standing near the only stall, with that entitled, smug look on his face.
"Get in here."
I walked into the stall and he stood so close, I could smell what he had for lunch.
"You're a sick fucking freak."
I blushed, and tried to look down. It was possible I was going to be beaten up, right here. Thing is, I was kind of ok with it. I was completely turned on by Ben's aggression. "I watched you drink some dude's piss you fucking sick faggot." "You're such a degenerate fuck, that you will drink piss?!" "I should beat the shit out of you right here, and let Donlan (my boss) find you!" I made a small effort to edge past Ben, but he quickly slammed me back into place, basically straddling the toilet but standing. His hand was so close to choking me. I wondered if he would try.
With his other hand, Ben reached down and unzipped his fly. I looked down and God-Dammit if I didn't lick my lips. "Ease down, faggot. You aint getting near this piece. But don't worry, I'll give you something you'll still like." With that, he began pissing on my pants, right at my crotch. I tried stepping back, but with the toilet behind me, there was nowhere to go. He shook the last drops off, and laughed. "See ya freak!"
I was totally fucked. Stuck in the men's room with a load of piss clearly flowing down my chinos from my crotch into my shoes. I tried the hand blower, but it wasn't strong enough, and it just made the smell worse. I must have been in there for about 30 minutes or so. My absence would soon be noticed. I was so pissed at Ben. Of all the things he could have done to me, this was the most humiliating for me. I did not feel like a man. At all.
Sure enough, one of the Regional Managers walked in, saw the big piss stain, and turned around and walked out. It wasn't long before I was told to get my personal things and leave.
I wasn't that sorry. It was a sucky job in a cookie cutter corporation. I was not a good candidate for office work. They were right. I had changed over the last several months. I was not the same person. In fact I was a completely different being. Thank God. Scratch that. Thank Master. (or, is it the same thing?)
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