For about a year I had been communicating with a Master in a city about five hours from where I live, and he had been inviting me to attend one of his Master/Slave parties. Now I generally believe about 12% of what people say about themselves online, even though I am personally almost always honest. I may evade by leaving something out, but I never outright lie. But for some reason I believed MasterBurt, the name he signed his messages with.
He described his place in the country as a very old two-story farmhouse with outbuildings and lots of privacy. He had updated the place extensively, and turned the old barn into an extraordinary huge playroom. My mouth and other things watered thinking about it, but I had delayed accepting his invite because I didn't want to go without a slave. "Master" Bobby was going to solve that problem. He would revert to just plain "bobby" for a weekend, and bitch-brian, always the bitch, would join us for the road trip.
My car is a convertible, which offered certain interesting possibilities for the journey, but the back seat is so small it was sometimes called an "insurance seat"...existing only to qualify for the cheaper insurance rate for a four-seater. I wanted some room to play along the way, so I rented a panel-van...the kind someone with an apartment might get to move their stuff to a new place.
I spent some time and effort getting the van ready, securing ropes to the tie downs on the walls, ceiling and floor...pretty nice of the rental company to provide me with that feature, I thought. The floor already had some industrial carpeting on it, but I added a layer of plastic and a couple of old bedspreads on top of that. An ice chest filled with drinks, a bag with some toys and I was all ready!
I had called the bois individually, explaining to bobby that it was time for him to do the "one more thing" I had mentioned...and that he would be a slave, my slave, one more time...that he could then he could go back to bossing the bitch around. Speaking of the bitch, he complained when I called, saying he was scheduled to work that Saturday. I made a note to punish him for disobedience and then explained he would have to get off work somehow, or else I might have to send 8 x 10 blowups of some of the nice photos I took of his piss-stained tied-up skanky boi body to the co-workers at the store. That changed his thinking quick-like, and he showed up at my place right on time. I got him into the van, stripped him, and tied him securely in a kind of kneeling "x" formation, facing the back of the van. In went a gag, on went a nice pair of tit clamps and a much-used sock of mine as a blindfold, and off I went to wait for bobby.
He didn't keep me waiting long, but he seemed unsure how to act when he entered the apartment. The last time we had seen each other he was mastering the bitch around, almost on an even keel with me. Now he knew he had reverted, and was uncertain how his temporary role would work.
I didn't keep him waiting to find out...I had purchased a new inflatable gag, and I inserted it into bobby's cute little mouth, pumping it up and then securing the pump to a dog collar that, of course, went around his neck, trapping his long blond hair too. I added a nice leash for effect.
His hands were secured behind his back with handcuffs, and I used a knife to roughly tear off his clothing, leaving only his white briefs, which by now were tenting out sharply, showing me he hadn't forgotten how to enjoy being in service to a master. He was following my orders and keeping his body shaved, except for a little patch at the very top of his pits...off center to make is a sign that someone was in charge of him.
Bobby was a cute boi, even shaved like he was. Just enough muscle definition and nice pointy tits that were very sensitive.
As a final touch, I pushed him to his knees, pulled out my cock, and marked his shorts and torso with my piss. "There boi, just a reminder that you belong to me again. You're a fucking slut slave, just like before, no better than bitch-brian, in fact maybe worse because you had power and then gave it up!" A few drops of my piss had fallen on his face, and I could see him bending his head, trying to use gravity to get them to his mouth, gag or no gag.
"Easy boi," I told him, "there will be plenty of that later on."
I rubbed a hand through my pits and drew a finger between my cheeks, picking up some of the sweat that had gathered from the exertion. I smeared it across his nose. He moaned, inhaling deeply, and behind his briefs, his cock bounced in appreciation. I love boi who can appreciate new sweat. I knew he hated that gag more than ever, wanting badly to use his tongue.
One more finishing touch...a nice sharp pair of nipple clamps...a required part of the uniform for anyone serving me...the other used-sock to blindfold him, and off we went to the back parking lot where the van sat.
Neither boi knew the other was going on the trip...I love surprises! I manhandled bobby up into the van and tied him right up against bitch, arm- for-arm, leg-for- leg, tits-for-tits and...of course...cock-for-cock. LOTS of moaning from behind the gags. This was going to be a lot of fun! I took two extra large leather belts and secured tem around the bois at chest and waist height, making sure there was lots of skin contact. I grabbed the bois cocks and pushed them downward, so they stretched alongside the other's ball sack, arching upward toward the others' ass, but at a wrong angle for actual fucking.
I decided to drive for a while and let them get to know each others
body a bit before any other activity. I pulled the van away and out onto the Interstate, put in a hot dance CD, and soon we were traveling along at 70 miles an hour, with the bois swaying against each other in the back. It was like a sex club on wheels with two entertainers and, so far, one customer. I kept a close eye on my speed, not especially wanting to have a trooper pull me over...though under some circumstances I could envision that being fun.
Peeking back, I could see both bois had a nice stream of pre-cum down one leg each, and they seemed to be using their heads to make-out, rubbing against each other as if they didn't already have enough skin contact below the neck.
An hour after we started, I pulled into an almost deserted rest area and parked near a few tractor-trailers. They were dark except for the yellow parking caution lights, and I presumed the drivers were asleep in their cabs. I knew the bois needed to piss...as did I...and I had thought ahead. I didn't want to untie them, so I just grabbed their cocks and one-by one, aimed them a little bucket.
"Piss time, bois! Take advantage of it or else!" It wasn't easy for them, but both bobby and the bitch managed to empty their bladders, almost filling the bucket. I added my own to the mix and then hung the bucket from a hook I had placed in the ceiling. Next came a rubber tube leading from the bucket, past the gag in bobby's mouth and back to the entrance of his throat. The hose had a little open/close valve on it, and before I opened it, I got close to his ear and whispered, telling him what a treat he was about to get. "It's not just your own worthless stinking piss, slave-boi, but a gourmet blend...yours, mine and your partner here. By the way, don't you recognize his scent? Have you figured out whose touch has been turning you on these past hundred miles on the road? You're such a slut that even rubbing up against bitch brian turns you on! Here, have a cocktail while you adjust to that thought!" I opened the valve and let him start struggling to keep up with the flow of hot piss.
It was obvious the revelation that it was his former slave boi he was tied to, that he had been rubbing up against didn't turn him off at all...he had hardened after pissing and was staying ram-rod straight against the bitch's shaved balls, reaching out for the bitch's shaved boi-cunt.
After he had taken half the bucket's piss I turned the valve off, grabbed a thermos from my bag and added the contents to the bucket. I moved the tube from bobbys mouth to the bitch, pushing it past his blow-up gag, but leaving the end where the liquid would spill on his tongue on its way to his stomach. "Your turn, bitch, drink it all...it's a special brew just for you! My piss and bobby's piss, neither of which you deserve, plus a new ingredient. Some nice horse piss I bought online just for this trip!" I opened the valve and smiled as the bitch struggled to drink the smelly concoction.
With that I got back into the driver's seat and started back on the highway. Behind me the bois rubbed up against each other leaking pre-cum and moaning as they digested their liquid refreshment. We had another couple of hours on the road to go before we reached the party. It was going to be a great weekend!
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