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Two Masters
By StrayFuck
I hear only my own ragged breath and the pounding of my heart.
The hood that tightly hugs my head (tight, carressing, restricting, constricting) effectively cuts out any other noise.
I've been ordered to 'stay'.
Cuffs clipped to collar, balls bound, stretched, pounding, clamps slicing into searing flesh, fat plug stretching my hole.
My Masters are at play; play denied to worthless little fucks like me. All I can do is watch and drool around the leather bit strapped into my mouth.
They grin. At each other.
Squeezing tits, slapping ass, yanking balls, slobbering down each others throats.
And grinning like the dirty, rough playing pig bastards they are.
Master Skunk leers at me as he opens the toy box.
"Wha'd'y' want, puss?"
I don't know.
What should I answer? What do I want?
To be whipped senseless until I'm a whimpering, bloody, ecstatic heap on the floor?
To gratefully devour Masters' shit, hot and steaming, direct from those mighty bowels?
"I want to be used, Sir. Used as you see fit, Sir."
But the words are muffled, distorted: the leather bit restricts erudition.
"Y' want this, fuck-face? Huh?"
Master Skunk pulls an eighteen inch piece of double-headed black moulded latex heaven out of the toy box.
"Want this up y' fuckin' pussy asshole, dickbreath?"
Oh, fuck yes! You bastards! Screw me with that fuckin' thing! Tie me down and rape me . . . Pound that fat, double headed fucker into my bowels and grind all 18 fuckin' inches into me . . . screw me, you bastards!
"Yes, Sir! Please, Sir!"
"Tough." Master Jay says, taking the 18-inch double header and greasing it up with olive oil. "Fuck, Skunk, why waste a decent sized butt filler on a piece of shit like that?"
Master Skunk swiftly turns His back to me and leans forward, palms flat to the floor, legs spread.
His perfect rosebud glistens, winks between the tightly muscled orbs of His ass.
"Wanna eat my asshole, puss? Huh? Wanna sluice out my skanky, filthy asshole?"
I gulp. My mouth is watering just at the thought of sucking on Master Skunk's arsehole. I wanna stretch His cheeks apart and bury my tongue way up His skanky hole.
But Master Jay has other plans. I watch as he presses one end of the double-header to Master Skunk's hole.
"Your ass has been beggin' for this sorta thing all day." Master Jay rams the dildo up Master Skunk's arsehole at least seven inches in one mighty plunge.
"You bastard!" Master Skunk roars. "Yeah! Fuck me with that thing, Jay! Aawww, shit, fuck!!"
Master Jay drags the latex monster in and out of Master Skunk's juicy asshole. Seven, eight, nine inches of fat latex dick sliding in and out.
"Aaww, fuck, Jay! Get on board, fucker!"
"You sick bastard . . . Yeeaaah . . ."
From my kneeling position on the floor, all I can do is watch as Master Jay turns around and eases the other end of the latex monster up His own arse. My dick aches for some attention. I must be drooling a lake of dick-snot. You bastards. You sick bastards.
They grin.
At each other.
They are spiritually connected, a bond of intimacy, and a physical connection of eighteen fat inches of double-headed bliss that seems to fight for residence in each of their assholes.
They relish in the wrestling power-thrust of ownership, dominance over that slab of latex. Neither end leaves either of their glorious assholes as they twist and turn, thrust, jab, laughing, growling, playing, enjoying the rush of testosterone as they fuck other, receive each other, enjoy each other.
Grinning.
Laughing.
They end up lying on their backs, butt to butt, legs entwined, gasping for breath, the dildo still firmly wedged up their assholes.
Master Skunk unties the leather thong that he wears around His neck and grins at Master Jay.
"C'mere, fuckface," Master Jay barks at me. "Show me y'r'ass."
My wrists still clipped to my collar, I straddle Master Jay's chest and squat slightly to display my smooth, newly shaved ass. He reaches up and twists the base of the plug inserted in my rectum.
"Still in there, eh, pussy? Pussy boy? Huh?"
Twisting, turning, pushing, plunging . . .
"Still got that plug up y'tight fuckin' pussy-boy ass-cunt? Hmm?"
Below me, Master Skunk wriggles closer to Master Jay, further embedding the dildo into both their assholes. He takes the leather thong and, grinning at Master Jay, ties it deftly around both sets of nuts, both mighty Master dicks.
Both mighty, pulsating slabs of manhood, bound together.
One, a grotesque, fat fucker with a thick foreskin, scarred by many a battle; the other a thick, sleek, tight, cut rod sporting a fat mushroom head and crowned with a gleaming PA.
"C'mere, fuckface."
The plug is yanked from my ass and a swat makes me stumble forward.
"Siddown, y'worthless piece o' shit. Take both our fat fuckin' dicks up y'r'pussy-ass."
I immediately squat and perch my eager, greedy fuckhole over this double delight; two mighty Master dicks up my ass at the same time! Fuck!
Fuck!
A stab of pain . . . cramping . . . Fuck! . . . burning! Burning! Burying! Deeper! Fuck! Invading me! Stretching me! Filling me! Owning me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Hands, fingers grab at my clamped tits, bound balls . . . Fuck me! . . . slap at my ass, my drooling dick . . . I open myself for the mammoth manflesh stirring my guts and pound it deep inside me. Pound it! Pound it!
At some stage the leather bit is taken from my mouth and replaced by the tang of the plug that had lately vacated my own asshole. I slurp on the fucking shit-smeared thing, savoring the taste of my own juices.
I tighten my slut-hole and milk the fucking things - squeeze them out, milk them, work them, honour them, worship them with my cunt muscles. . .
"Ah, shit, fuckin' little whore!"
"Milk that fuckin' thing! Fuck! Shit! Yeah!"
"Shit . . . oh, shit, I'm there . . . fuck, Jay, I'm gonna cum, fucker!"
"Let it fly, Skunk, I'm there too! Fuuuucck! Yeah!"
Yeah . . .
I feek both their dicks expand as both those monuments to maleness explode inside my slut-hole and scald my guts with their sacred juice . . .
"Hold it in there, pig!" Skunk warns me. "Clamp your pussy lips tight around our dicks - don't you let our fuck juice seap outta your worthless pig hole."
I ease up off those two monstrous dicks, squeezing my cuntlips as I go, trying to hold all that juice in and, subsequently, milking my Masters dicks at the same time.
They deftly untie the leather thong from their dicks and ease the double-headed dildo from their arseholes.
"Lie down on your back, pig," commands Master Jay, "And pull your knees up to your chest. I wanna see that filthy cunt of yours and I better not see any of our fuckin' cum leaking out."
I hurry to position myself as ordered and Master Skunk takes the, by now, clean butt plug from my mouth and replaces it with one end of the double-header dildo ... By the taste of the shit and accumulated fuck juice, I could tell that this end had been up Master Jay's arsehole ...
"Right," says Master Skunk. "Clean that fuckin' thing and start jerking off. I want to see your pathetic fag dick spurting out that dog-piss that you call cum ..."
He unclips the cuffs from my collar and I instantly start jerking on my fag dick while wrapping my tongue around the dildo, sucking, slurping up their essence. I feel Master Jay clamp His lips around my puffy arsehole and start to suck.
"Go on, slut boy," leers Master Skunk. "Give it up. Shit out our fuck juice into your Master's mouth."
Master Jay's mouth felt fucking amazing! I'd been concentrating for so long on holding their cum inside me that it was sheer bliss to finally be allowed to relax my hole and push. As soon as I'm fully dilated, with Master Jay sucking away like a vacuum cleaner, my senses go into overload and I cum a fucking bucketful. Some goes over my shoulder but most lands on my face and chest.
Immediately Master Skunk leans down over me and laps up the pools of cum from my body. He and Master Jay then lean forward over me and they started kissing each other, chewing on each other's tongue like it was the last steak on Earth .... It occurs to me that what they're swapping loads of cum. Master Skunk had my load and Master Jay had their double load that he'd sucked from my arsehole. They're sucking those loads from each others tongue, mixing it up with their spit, their snot ...
As they pull apart, grinning at each other, they each spit into their hands and, standing up, massage the combined loads of cum, spit and fuck juice into each others dicks and balls.
"Kneel up, pig," says Master Skunk.
"Yeah, come and clean our dicks with your fag mouth," adds Master Jay.
They align their dicks head-to-head forming an impressive 16 inch rod of man meat and I eagerly run my mouth along the entire length, sucking up their all-natural coating of man-lube. I go into pig-mode, slobbering, snorting, sniffing, sucking, adoring those dicks, those massive balls and the juices that cover them.
Above me I can see that my Masters are kissing, running their hands over each other's bodies, pulling on nipples ... Master Jay tugs on Master Skunk's fat nipple rings, twisting, pulling, squeezing. Master Skunk groans.
They both pull apart and Master Jay barks at me, "Go and get in the bath."
In the bathroom I take off my leather cuffs, the collar and hood, and lie on my back in the bath, the chipped, stained porcelain cold against my naked back. Above me an enema bag hangs despondently from a hook next to a black plastic funnel with a flexible tube attached.
My Masters enter the room and lean against the wall staring at me with lustful disdain.
"Pig-in-a-tub," chuckles Master Skunk. "What d'y'reckon? Squeal or stink?"
"Bit of both," replies Master Jay as he mounts the bath.
His booted feet stand on the edge of the tub above my body; he faces my feet then squats down, his arsehole inches away from my face. He reaches down and roughly yanks on the chain connecting the clamps, ripping them from my tits. I twitch and groan from the sudden pain.
"Not much of a squeal," says Master Skunk. He reaches between my legs and grabs my balls, still bound and stretched with several loops of nylon cord, and squeezes cruelly.
The pain sets stars before my eyes. I squeal.
"Wheeak! Wheeeeak!!"
Master Jay, still squatting above my face, roars with laughter and lets rip with a mighty fart. The stench overwhelms me as Master Skunk stands on the edge of the bath opposite Master Jay and starts to piss all over him. The gushing stream of man-piss drenches Master Jay's face, chest and splashes everywhere. It runs down over my body and pools around me. Master Jay stands and lets go with his own stream of piss, playing the spray over my body while Master Skunks aims his stream between Master Jay's legs and onto my face. I lap up as much of their man-fluids as I can.
As their flow of piss starts to dwindle my two Masters embrace each other, roughly clutching, groping at each others body. They pull apart, get down from the bath and throw the seven dildoes and butt-plugs that we've used in this session into the bath with me.
"We're goin' out, pig cunt," says Master Skunk. "Make sure you clean these toys with your fag mouth then suck up all the piss from the bath. Then you can clean yourself up and fuck off."
"And don't use our fuckin' hot water!" added Master Jay. "You can either have a cold shower or go back to your wife and kiddies reaking like the true faggot pig that really are."
As I lay in the tub sucking clean all the toys we'd used, I heard my Masters dress quickly and slam the door as they left.
I was a pig-in-a-tub ... a fuckin happy pig-in-tub.
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