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I have no idea how long I'd been in the dark, I had somehow managed to blank out the discomfort of teh weight attached to my balls, and I must have actually dozed off when I suddenly woke with a start. There was a flashlight in my face and extra pressure on in the weight which was now swing at a greater pace.
Thought I'd come down and see how you were. I like having you locked up, hiding away that lame excuse for a dick, but I don't want you to lose those balls. Well not yet anyway.
He was stood there naked save for some leather gloves. His body shimmering in the light
As he spoke his free hand , covered in leather started to caress me. Shivers went through my whole body as he moved from the base of my spine up my back and neck, over my still shaved head and down to my chest. He parted my lips, moved his face closer, a spat. I could taste a cigar. I closed my eyes, as he did so he grabbed the back of my head and began to kiss me. The taste of the cigar became overwhelming. As he withdrew I whispered Thank You Master,
He held my chin
Thank you for what?
For making me your slave Master. For Punishing me , for Everything.
Open your mouth, hold this.
He inserted the torch, removing the weight from my balls, gently rubbing them for a few seconds, before roughly yanking them down, I took a deep breath, to stifle the shout of agony. He stood up and looked me in the eyes, a mix of tenderness and sadism. He bent down again, and released the shackles from my feet, and then my arms. I however kept them in the same position, waiting for his instruction. He walked behind me forcing my arms down , he wrapped his arms around me, I could feel his hard dick against my hole, he began to kiss the back of my neck, a kiss that soon turned into a bite.
Ok four hours before the shift changes, but first. He turned me round and pushed me down. His dick in his hands, point towards me. I opened my mouth and moved forward ready to envelope it .
He used the torch to push my head back, then he unleashed a stream of piss hitting me directly in the chest at first then the face, alternating between the two. Finally he lifted me up.
You can clean up tomorrow.
He attached a lead to my collar, and led me up two flights of stairs to his room. His Extra Kingsize bed taking up a good portion of it . Bed as Masters urinal slave was an extra large dog basket. He threw me a damp sheet. It had been used by all the slaves since we had moved into Master's house when on urinal duty. Some slaves were not necessarily woken when Master needed to piss in the night. He would just piss directly onto the slave, my bed for what remained of the night was therefore almost permanently damp and smelled of stale urine. But it was Master's stale urine, one of the sweetest scents on the planet. A scent that I was proud to occasionally wear.
The next morning I awoke, it was 5:45. Master was still asleep, I was still groggy, However I got out of my basket., and crawled over to Master's bed. I stayed there for the next fifteen minutes his gentle snoring making my caged dick quiver, and my hole pucker. He finally woke, his eyes bore into mine. He threw off his duvet, exposing his god like body. I noticed his leather gloves were still on.
He sat at the side of the bed, beckoned me over, he covered my face with his righT hand, the seasoned glove releasing a wonderful scent with a heady mix of aromas.
The seasoning oF cigar smoke, the lubrication of his cum after a long session of solo wanking, and the low note of the arse juice of his slaves from his fingering sessions.
He released his grip
Ready
Ready Sir.
He flicked the chain on the nipple ring. I opened my mouth and allowed it to fill with piss waiting for permission to swallow.
As he pulled my nipple indicating I could swallow the final mouthful, Kurt crawled in.
Off you go Master told me, I look forward to the next time you spill when serving.
Yes Master, Thank You Master, I kissed both his feet and left.