SUB-Student, Part Ten Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
When Jeff was satisfied that boi had cleaned his boots enough, he reached down and attached a leash to one of the rings boi's always-present dog collar. Boi's face was covered with saliva, remnants of black boot wax and street debris.
"Get up off your knees, scum, and go show me how you service your Master's tool...!" Jeff led and dragged boi across the room, forcing him to my feet.
As he had been trained, boi put his face into my crotch, licking that part of my jeans so much and so quickly that I soon felt a wet spot form from his tongue juice. I was also hard, turned on by the boi as usual, and by the performance Jeff was giving. He had stripped off his shirt and jeans and now stood in my living room wearing only a white jock and boots. I had suspected he would be hot when I watched him clothed in the classroom, but I was unprepared for his how well sculpted his musculature was. His coffee colored smooth skin was unblemished and virtually hairless. I pushed boi's head away and unzipped my jeans, freeing my now rigid tool from its prison. It slapped boi in the face on the way out, and I quickly grabbed his bald head with both hands, impaling him on my fleshy spear...
Jeff idly played with the already filled jock pouch, causing even more swelling. I decided It was time to give boi a workout.
I reached over to a small table alongside my armchair and recovered a lace-up leather mask, its surface broken by only a mouth hole. Foam cones inside were designed to fill boi's ears, letting touch take over as his only way for him to know what was happening. I had plenty of touching planned.
I grabbed boi's head and pulled it off my cock, slipped the mask over his head (much easier without hair, I discovered!) and after making sure his ears were filled, tightened the laces in back to send him into darkness and silence.
"He can kinda make out some mumbling sounds, but not what we're really saying. I think you've got him scared stiff, so to speak," I told Jeff, pointing to boi's cock sticking out from his hairless crotch.
"He's quite a catch! If I knew he was a slave I would have captured him long ago. Mind if I use his pussy mouth a while?"
"All yours," I replied, " mind if I work those nipples while you do?" I asked.
Jeff paused for just a few seconds...there was a power shift going on in the room and nothing was truly settled, except for boi being at the bottom on any pecking order that did develop.
"Sure, I guess so.." he said finally, not sure if he was giving me too much authority.
I decided to go easy, and went behind him, reaching for his tits as he he lowered his hands to force boi's mask covered head onto his two-tone nine incher. I played with his nicely protruding tits gently, just enough to send those familiar signals to the pleasure centers of his brain. Jef provided the required moans to let me know it was working.
Boi was struggling to accept Jeff's big cock. It was a bit longer and mine, half an inch or so, but it was significantly larger in girth, and boi was not quite used to servicing so large a monster. Jeff reached behind and grabbed by ass, kneading the fleshy mounds and then sensually placing one finger at the entrance to my hole. I decided to let him play for a moment, so long as he didn't actually try to push the finger into me. After a few minutes I decided it was time to shift the action to the playroom.
"Let's go downstairs," I told him, nodding towards the basement door.
Jeff disengaged from the boi's mouth as I attached a second leash to another of the rings in his collar. With me leading him forward by the leash, and Jeff following behind, we kept boi walking in a single path as we went to the dungeon downstairs. Boi knew the path, so he was able to make it downstairs without falling...even though Jeff was using his strap on the slut's ass as we went down.
I had prepared the dungeon in advance...some nice electronica music for Jeff (since boi was basically deafened), candles also primarily for Jeff since boi was blinded, and straps attached to the 12-foot long bondage table that acted as a centerpiece for the room. The table was for boi.
A Single red spotlight lit it from above and we maneuvered him up in position, neither of us being particularly gentle. Soon he was stretched out on the table, pulled to the four corners by ropes attached to leg and arm restraints. Boi was sweating, and his completely hairless body gleamed in the light.
His ass was positioned over the only hole in the table, and I started the night be positioning a nice thick foot-long dildo on the angled jack device I had installed underneath...from then on I could control it with a foot pedal. I inserted the dildo about an inch into boi's ass.
Jeff was inspecting the contents of one of the nearby cabinets...my tit toy collection.
"May I?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied, as he selected some narrow piss yellow snake bite rubber cups, wet them and then after playing with boils tits for a while, stuck them on the pointy nubs and left them to do their sucking job.
Boi was moaning, of course, being assaulted in two of his favorite places now.
Every few minutes a gave the pedal a push and impaled boi further on the dildo.
From another cabinet, I pulled out a toy that was so new to my collection even boi hadn't seen it. The odd looking device fit into his mouth and then with a crank on either side, forced his mouth open. It was created for dentists, but it wasn't long before other uses were found by cleaver people interested in sex. Stepping on a stool, I aimed my now softened cock at the boy's unwillingly opened mouth and squirted a quick sample of piss into him. I watched carefully to make sure his breathing was OK, and then watched as Jeff lit a candle to work on boy's denuded cock and balls.
"I want to use enough wax that I can make him as a human candle," he told me, taking a wick form his pocket and sticking it into boi's piss slit. I had worked with boi in getting him to wear some penis jewelry but he hated it. The plugs I ordered him to insert into his penis made pissing painfull for days afterward, so now I used them as punishment. Like almost all punishments with a slave, eventually he would be begging me to put it in him.
Jeff held his candle up high and let the hot wax fall several feet before splattering on boi's privates. Each strike brought a tightening of boi's muscles and a shivering and muffled moaning, but that just encouraged Jeff. After half an hour, boi's privates were in fact covered with candle wax...and so he lit the wick. It was an amazing scene and I grabbed a video camera to record it.
I knew boi was thirsty, so I held out a carafe for Jeff and I to piss into. I reached over and played with one of the black Master's tits as we emptied out bladders side by side.
Once the carafe was filled, I started pouring some of the hot fresh piss into slave's still open mouth, being careful not to choke him. He quickly got into the flow, so to speak, and soon he had taken all of it.
Jeff removed the tit rubbers, exposing boi's bloated and puffy tits...perfect shape for the Japanese style tit-clamps he attached. I had used those clamps, and knew how much punch they held...boi was pulling on his restraints against the pain...I pumped the dildo a few times to give him something else to think of and I knew he appreciated it, even though he couldn't show it right then!
I think Jeff and I needed a break, so I attached a chain to the tit clamps, threaded the chain around a beam above and back down to the stretcher bar I had attached between boy's legs. That kept a nice pressure on the titties while Jeff and I went upstairs. I had determined it was time to exert some dominance over Jeff...there could only be one real Master in this house and it was going to be me!
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