Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
Please note: This story refers to sado-masochistic sex between males, some of whom have voluntarily submitted themselves as slaves to the others. It depicts oral, anal and group sex, as well as urination. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further.
The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Now, tell Me, slave as it licks My boots, how long has it been My slave?
Master, thank You, Master. All its life, Sir.
Stupid slave! As I grind its disgustingly tiny dick with My boot, it knows it has only signed the slave contract seven weeks ago! Has it so soon forgotten the day Master put the collar on its neck and it agreed to bind itself totally and completely, without limit, in servitude to Me?
Master, thank You, Master. No, it did not forget, but it discovered that its life only truly began on that day, Sir. Whatever happened in its previous existence is now forgotten as it celebrates its new life with its most worthy Master.
Then, tell Me, slave as I spank its pathetic little ass, how does it feel being humiliated and abused every day?
Master, thank You, Master. it finds its fulfillment in giving Master pleasure. How it feels about the mistreatment is of no relevance, Sir.
it must not argue with Me. Master must know how it feels so I can perfect my methods and maximize both its pain and My pleasure. Tell Me, slave as I painfully pinch its pitiful nipples, does it understand now?
Master, thank You, Master. Forgive it, Sir. Yes, from now on it will not keep hidden from Master any of its feelings.
Then, tell Me, slave as I squeeze its sorry little nuts in My deathgrip, how does it feel about the weekly gang bang at the Locker Room?
Master, thank You, Master. it usually loves going to the gang bang, Sir. it enjoys getting its wretched ass fucked by all of the other Masters there even though it enjoys Master's fucking the most of all because it worships Master's cock. Also it enjoys seeing Master serviced by all the other slaves there for it knows that it is a poor slave and unable to satisfy all of Master's needs by itself.
Then, tell Me, slave as I spit in its worthless face, why did it use the word "usually" just now. Are there times when it does not enjoy the gang bang? Master needs to know as I plan its further abuse.
Master, thank You, Master. There was only one time it did not enjoy the weekly gang bang at the Locker Room, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I ram this big butt plug up its ugly hole, when was that time?
Master, thank You, Master. Two nights ago, Sir, when it was the made the urinal, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I place its ankles in shackles chained to the floor, doesn't it enjoy getting pissed on? Master pisses on it every single day and it always seems most grateful for the warm shower.
Master, thank You, Master. it does enjoy the golden shower, Sir. Most assuredly. However, at the gang bang it missed being part of the fucking action, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I tie its wrists with these ropes suspended from the overhead beam and pull its arms out to their limits, hadn't it noticed that every week one slave is assigned to be the urinal for the evening?
Master, thank You, Master. Please forgive it for its inattentiveness, but it had always been so busy with cocks constantly shoved into all its holes, that it only took casual notice of the urinal, Sir. In fact, everyone in the Locker Room seems to ignore the urinal except to piss, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I use this twine to tie a ring to its puny nutsack, what is a urinal?
Master, thank You, Master. A urinal is a fixture designed with a hole to receive men's piss. As an object, it does not speak, and shows no feelings. A urinal simply exists to provide for one of men's bodily needs, bladder release. While important, this is the urinal's sole function.
Then, tell Me, slave as I hang a pail to the ring on its nutsack, what happened when it arrived at the Locker Room two nights ago?
Master, thank You, Master. When it arrived, it took off all its clothes as usual, Sir. Two other Masters came over and it knelt down, expecting to suck their cocks as usual, Sir. But instead they dragged it to the far end of the room and made it sit on the tile floor between two toilets, Sir. They handcuffed it to the pipes and just left it there.
Then, tell Me, slave as I practice tossing beach stones into the pail and watch its nuts slowly descend to the floor, how it felt there.
Master, thank You, Master. it sat there and watched with envy as the other slaves were getting tied and spanked and whipped and insulted. it was jealous of them when they got their mouths and asses plugged with dildos, cocks and fists. it felt forgotten, abandoned.
Then, tell Me, slave as I remove the heavy pail, what happened as the evening progressed?
Master, thank You, Master. Because of all the beer they were drinking, the Masters did eventually come over to use the urinal. it opened its mouth whenever One approached it. Sometimes, their aim was good and it got it in the mouth, Sir. At other times, they missed its mouth and sprayed the piss on its face, chest or its puny little dick. No Master spoke to it all evening, not even You Master. You just gave it a delicious mouthful, the best it had all evening, and then walked away.
Then, tell Me, slave as I unshackle its ankles, what happened when the slaves needed to piss.
Master, thank You, Master. As You know, Sir, according to the contract, a slave never pisses without permission, so some were getting quite desperate as the hours elapsed. it is very familiar with that feeling. When they got permission, different slaves did different things. A few were permitted to stand at a urinal and piss like Men, Sir. But most sat on the toilets like bitches, their indentured asses inches from its pisscovered face, as it listened to their streams hitting the porcelain and smelled their gaseous farts. Others, even though they were also required to sit, had permission to sit on the urinal's head and piss over its face.
Then, tell Me, slave as I untie its wrists, what happened when the evening wore down.
Master, thank You, Master. For a long time at the end, no one came over to piss on the urinal. it could tell that some of the slaves were getting anxious but they were not given permission to piss. Finally, at the end two Masters came and uncuffed it from the plumbing and dragged it to the pit, Sir. it was instructed to lie down in the pit and all the Masters and slaves circled around and stood at the edge of the pit and then simultaneously pissed, aiming their streams at its face. Then they got dressed and went home, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I push it to the floor on its hands and knees, what Master did when He got it home.
Master, thank You, Master. Oh, it was wonderful, Sir. After being ignored all evening, it finally got its Master's attention. Master whipped it with a bull whip and knocked it around. Master insulted it for stinking like an outhouse. Then Master fucked its neglected asshole good and hard and long.
Then, tell Me, slave as I dangle my delicious cock teasingly in front of its face, what is its overall assessment of the experience?
Master, thank You, Master. it felt so ignored, so abandoned, so bored, so neglected. While all the other slaves were enjoying themselves, getting tortured and abused and fucked of course, it had to just sit and watch and wait for the next urination. it hopes never to go through that again, Sir.
Then, tell Me, slave as I jerk it by the shoulder and throw it into My sling and position its feet high, does it believe that Master always knows what is best for it?
Master, thank You, Master. Oh, yes, Sir. it has put itself totally at Your disposal, Sir. You must do whatever You consider the best for it, for You are much wiser than it is. Therefore it is appropriate that You make all decisions regarding it.
Then, listen to Me, slave as I fuck its worthless shithole while I call the president of the Locker Room on My cell phone.
Master, thank You, Master. Even though Your amazing cock is up its hole, it shall be very quiet while You are on the phone, Sir.
Hello, Tom? Hi. . . . Yeah, I had a great time at the Locker Room the other night. . . . Yeah, your slave really does have a hot ass. I always love fucking it. . . . My slave? Yeah it was just telling me how much it liked it. . . . Yeah, really! In fact, it asked Me if it could be the permanent urinal. . . . Yeah, every week. . . . I know, it's weird. In fact, it said it wanted the words "The Urinal" tattooed across its forehead. . . . Yeah, aint that funny? I told it no, of course. I can't be seen in public with that, but I said if that would really make it happy, it could have the words tattooed on its chest. . . . Yeah, it said I was a most generous Master and it licked My feet in gratitude. . . . Yeah, I know I'm getting soft. Anyway, we'll go and get the tattoo done this week before the next gang bang. That way everyone will know it has that job forever. I'm sure the other slaves will be happy. None of them liked that assignment. . . . OK, see you then. Bye.
Master, thank You, Master.