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Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2012 19:52:50 +0100
From: cumslave 4perv <cumslave4perv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cum and Piss Slave

He had been searching internet chatrooms looking for Mr.Right for some time
now. He was quite picky in some ways, and ended up rejecting a few offers
beacuse he thought they didn't look strong enough to really dominate him.

He was 24 years old. Born and bred in Dublin, Ireland. Six foot three
inches tall. Short brown hair with emerald eyes. He had a supple body,
toned after months of sculpting it in the gym.

He was always on the lookout for an older guy. He had always had a thing
for older guys since he had been fucked by his older brother. He loved the
way he had been forced to swallow his cum at least three times, before his
brother would let him jerk off himself.

He was on a gay chat site when he finally found the man who would complete
his life. He told him his name was Andrew.

Andrew was a 62 year old divorced guy. He had recently decided to sell up
his home and small business in the pursuit of a quiet life in the
country. He decided he wanted to live in Ireland where he figured that the
fresh air would keep him alive better than at home. He was a tall muscular
man with a rough, rugged look earned through years of hard graft.

When they began chatting first, it was under the premise of Andrew being a
potential slave owner. He enquired if anyone was looking and when he found
the Irish boy, he began to wonder if perhaps he had found the boy who would
complete his life.



After a brief chat, it became immediately clear that both had what the
other was looking for. They shared photos, spoke on SKype regularly to
guage the others personality. They talked about what they would do to eaach
other if they ever got together. Andrew quickly adopted the dominant
position and the boy was now called either 'slave', 'fucktoy', or
'urinal'. They spoke of their shared love of watersports, and they jerked
off for each other on camera.



They spoke of meeting, but Slave never thought it would happen, until one
day, just after they had been chatting about nonsense for some time, Master
told Slave that he wanted to purchase his 'soul'. Slave had never heard of
anything as intense before in his life. He decided there and then that he
would devote the rest of his existence in the pursuit of pleasing this man.

Master wrote up a crude, but very concise contract of ownership, outlining
what would happen in their relationship. Slave was sent a fax and they
signed seperate copies online together, each on webcam to themselves.



Then....

Nothing for the rest of the Summer months. June turned into July and July
into August. The weather improved in Ireland and Slave wondered where his
Master had gone to. He kept trying to call him and Skype him, but there was
no response.

He was working in a cafe 7 days a week, trying to pay for a trip over to
see his sister in Baltimore. He longed to speak to his Master. He missed
his direcitons, his orders, his command.

"Get out of those fucking stupid clothes and follow me into the black
Mercedes outside.... RIGHT NOW", an American voice, instantly recognisable
spoke sharply into his ear.

Instantly he knew that he could not disobey. He disrobed and walked
straight out the front door, leaving behind his customers and his job.

Master was nearly inside the car by the time he got to it. He got in
quickly, trying to cross his legs once seated, so that Master wouldn't
notice the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Master's door slammed shut
and the outside world seemed to completely melt away. Just the two of
them. That was all that mattered.

Without saying a word, they drove. Away from Dublin the capital, and west
towards Galway. An hour and a half passed in silence, before Master told
slave to reach around to the back seat and bring the bag into his lap. He
directed him to take 3 of the valium tablets, 'for his own sake'. When he
saw that he was looking around for a drink, he told him to wait a minute.

Master pulled into the next service station. He told him to go into the
toilet and wait until he came to get him. Slave obediently did as he was
told. After around twenty minutes of waiting, Master finally arrived in. He
shouted quite loud that 'all of your clothes must come off right
now'. After a moment he was passed a pair of black slacks and a t-shirt
with the cafe's logo on it. 'All of it'. A groan of dissatisfaction irked
the Master and he warned slave that he was now his. As the contract clearly
stipulated, if slave ever is to meet his Master, he is officially then his
property and must do as instructed. Full compliance.

He could feel the reluctance, the sheer acceptance of a new reality from
his Slave as he was passed a pair of red checked boxers and a pair of ankle
socks. The slip on shoes were slid under the doorway next, and after
depositing it all in the nearest trash can, Master got into the
neighbouring cubicle, to survey his new prize. He very much liked to see
the Slave had maintained his shaving routine. He was smooth as a baby's
bum.

He told him to come into him next door. The slave, suddenly aware of the
plight he was now in, appeared reluctant at first, but finally obeyed,
scampering from one cubicle to the next, just in case there were others
outside (even though he knew there wouldn't be).

Once in the next cubicle, he was confronted with his new owner's penis for
th first time. It was percect. Long, thick, bald, with a nice big throbbing
bell end that was a little wet. He immmediately got to his knees, knowing
what he had to do, but Master made him look up into his eyes first:

"Look up boi. This is the face of your God now. I own you. You will do as I
say from now on. I have purchased a little house out in the middle of
nowhere. It's a place that we will never be disturbed. I have instructed
the local shopkeep to provide me with supplies on a regular basis. I told
him that I was going here to be a writer. But I'm really here to live out
my days. Live them out in style. I will have you perform the most depraved
sexual acts you have ever dreamed of. I will create new fantasies for you
to fulfill daily. We will get on well together, but you must always know
that I am in control. Do you understand boi?"

"Yes Master".

"Good boi. Now take those three tablets. I want you to make it back to the
car in a moment. FIrst I want you to worship my cock. Lick it. Kiss
it. Sniff it. Inhale it's scent. Rub it all over your face and in your
hands. Massage my balls and then drink what I have to give you".

Slave began to service his Master for the first time. He Grasped its length
in his fist and tugged slowly but with power. He knelt down with his head
so that he could get under his Masters torso. Tongue slathered everywhere,
tasting, teasing, searching. Their body temperatures both rose considerably
despite their cold environs. Slave buried his head in his ass cheeks,
sniffing and absorbing the smell of unwashed asshole. It was a kind of
spiky whiff. Harsh to the nostril at first but becoming more and more
inviting also. It smelled like sex.

Master suddently grabbed slaves head and forced his mouth onto his prick,
causing slave to gulp hard in surprise. He looked up in alarm.

"Drink this piss down now", he whispered softly. "Don't spill a drop, it's
been brewing since this morning".

The piss slit was at the back of slaves throat as the cock was shoved
further and further into him mouth. Master looked deeply into his eyes and
told him "hold my gaze while I fill you up". They stared into each others
eyes until finally Master let out a loud groan. "OOoooohhhhh, FUCK!!"

Their gaze was broken only for a moment while Master struggled to contain
himself. His piss started slowly but quickly built up speed. He was hosing
it out now and all the while they held each others gaze. Slave gulped
frantically but still he stared into this domineering beast, looking for
acceptance.

His mouth was filled with a sharp tasting piss. The taste was incredibly
new, and exotic. A strong coffee, ammonia, but also fresh fruit and that
unmistakeable taste that piss has; a dirty, smelly scent that you smelled
only in a men's bathroom in which the bowls aren't flushing correctly.

He pissed for nearly two minutes solid, and then he had a few slower,
smaller squirts. He continued to gaze into slaves eyes and noticed that the
piss had started to bubble out of slaves nose and from the corners of his
mouth. He laughed at the scene and finally, content that he had proved his
point, he took his cock out and calmly pulled his pants up and walked
outside.

Slave was confused. He had basically been abused there. Sexually assaulted
by a man who was clearly a sexual deviant. A filthy older pervert. He knew
that he should get the clothes from the trash and seek an alternative route
home...but he couldn't. The thrill of doing the wrong thing, but secretly
emjoying it...loving it was too enthralling. He crept out slowly, fully
naked. His cock was as hard as it had ever been and he suspected that it
would just start pumping cum of its own accord soon. He had never been more
turned on in all his life. His stomach was burning. It must be so unnatural
to drink the waste fluids of another human being. He stopped theorizing
and decided to make a break for it. He dashed to the door and then seeing
the coast was clear ran for the safety of the car.

The door was locked, but the boot had been left open. He knew what was
happeneing, but he had no choice. He jumped in to the boot, and it slowly
closed itself with a mechanical whir before clicking shut. His life was
completely dark, but he didn't care. He was in love.



Two hours passed. Slave had been bumped and bashed around in the boot. He
was feeling travel sick and was exhausted from being so aroused for so
long. The valium began to kick in and he fell into a deep, artificial coma.



When he rises, he hears a cockerel crowing in the distance, indicating
sunrise. He must have been out for a long time indeed! "Well look who's
decided to wake up!" growls a husky American drawl.

"M - M - Master!, is this real? Are we together? Are we alone?"

"Yes boi, to everything. You must be hungry. Lets sort that out."



Striding over toward his toy, Master stopped for a brief moment to discard
the dressing gown that had lain across his muslced frame. "Into the
bathroom now".

No sooner had slave crawled in than he was presented with a two litre
bottle of coke. The original drink had been replaced with a dark, golden
liquid. Instantly recognising it, slave leapt over to receive it. Master
held it back sharply before boi could get it. He opened the bottle slowly
for dramatic effect and then held it up high before tilting it toward his
cock and balls. The liquid began to drip down faster and faster and Master
was soon covered completely. Slave dove hungrily to suck the cock and to
lick up all the sweet piss.

"Lie down on the ground."

Master squatted with his ass directly above his slaves mouth. He shimmied
backward until his balls were over slaves nose. He began to tip the bottle
more and more until it began flooding slaves mouth. He drank thirstily at
it.

It took him a long time to feed the slave, but it didn't complain or make a
sound once. He saw the love and devotion in slaves eyes and he knew that he
would be cumming shortly. He had never seen a boi drink piss so
expertly. He barely lost a drop. The last bits of the bottle were clearly
the hardest. The piss seemed more concentrated there. After finishing the
entire two litres, Master dribbled a big gob full of spit into the slaves
mouth as a dessert treat.

The contentment was etched firmly into both faces. They were both having
the time of their lives and were falling deeply in love with the other.



"Get up. Walk to the bedroom".

"Lie down over there in that long sofa".

Master followed him in and then deliberatly shut and locked the bedroom
door behind him.

"I visited my daughter before I came over here. She's 41 but still
beautiful. I stole 4 pairs of her dirty panties and g-strings for
you. Which would you like first?"

"Of course, I will leave that to you my Lord".

Smiling to himself with satisfaction, Master advanced brining a
leopard-print thong with him. It was clearly stained. There were hairs
inside and slave could smell the stale menstrual fluid before it came into
view. Master handed it to him and told him to jerk his cock. Slave obeyed
and was ready to explode in seconds.

"Shoot your load. Cum now. Cum inside that dirty fucking g-string".

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, shit. Fuck I'm CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMING". He sprayed a
huge load all over the place. Most of it turned the g-string to mush,
mixing with all the bodily fragments of his owners daughter.

"Now, present your asshole to me. Stick it up in the air and wiggle it
about. Display your fucking wares boi".



Seconds later he felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart. His asshole felt
like it had torn slightly before a huge cock got rammed into him. It
started to pound him. Sweat dripped off both of them as they embraced in
the most intimate way possible.

Handing slave a straw, that he had prepared earlier by chopping in half,
Master shouted:

"NOW SNORT THAT CUM UP INTO YOUR BRAIN YOU FUCKING LITTLE TOY. SNORT IT UP
WHILE I FUCK YOU".

Slave frantically tried to comply. But he was struggling to actually get
any into his nose. Master could see the frustration and was himself longing
to see his slave inhale his sperm. Pausing briefly, with his cock still
buried deep in his ass, Master turned his slaves face to his. He took the
straw and slurped up the pool of cum from his daughters thong. Then he
brought the straw to hover over slaves nostrils. Then he forcibly blew the
cum through the straw and right up slave.

It was a bizarre sensation. Like having bubbles of coke pour out your nose
when you laugh too much at something. But it was nice. A warm, salty
flavour filled up inside him. He could feel it behind his face, in the many
channels that travel around in his head. He was being 'filled up'.

After most of the cum had started to drip down in the back of slaves
throat, Master shoved the thong into slaves mouth, forcing him to gag. He
began to jerk off. Slave could see that he was about to explode and he
prepared himself. Master told him to take the thong out and put it on.

Watching his toy wearing a thong with cum dripping out of his mouth and
nose was too much. He had to cum. He grabbed slaves head and shoved his
cock down his throat as far as he could. Slave immediately started to gag
and after the cock was shoved forward and back around three times deep in
his oesophagus, his reflex caved in. He puked all over the cock and the cum
was regurgitated back from whence it came. Master was out of control at
this stage, powerfully face and throat fucking his slave....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH", "hold still you fucking little cunt", "don't
struggle while i cum in you". Slave was actually afraid that Master was
going to hurt him as he was thrashing about wildly, but finally he came.

Wave after wave of salty seed pumped into his mouth. He couldn't contain
his delight. He smiled from ear to ear as he savoured the delectable
drink. Masters cock began to shrink slowly in his mouth, no longer causing
him to choke. He drank it all down. Every single drop.

When he had finished, slave begged him to leave his cock in his mouth and
wash down the cum with a fresh load of piss.

Master could hardly believe what he was hearing. This boi is a keeper. I am
going to fuck him until the day I die.



"Master will you fuck me every day until I die please? I love you. I want
to be bred by you forever. But first please please please, piss down my
throat....."

 
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