The Sub-Student PART SIX By bamaboi2serve@charter.net
I had arranged everything in advance for boi's first inking. The tattoo shop owner was a longtime friend, and he agreed to stay open late one night to accommodate us.
I wanted the work to be done without Jimmy knowing what it was till I decided to show him, so I blindfolded him in the car. He was wearing only low cut leather shorts and his collar...this was late summer, still warm enough to engage in my exhibitionist control games. I intentionally parked a block from the tattoo place, though there were spots closer. It was late and this was a very gay-friendly part of Downtown. There wasn't much of a stir as I walked him down the sidewalk on his leash. I noticed his tits were perked-out, and there was that bulge at his crotch. He liked being exhibited almost as much as I liked exhibiting him! We passed one group fo apparently straight college students and they threw some abusive comments his way. He kept his eyes downward and took it in.
Inside the shop, the owner waved us over to his table and I helped him remove the leather shorts and position Jimmy on his stomach. His smooth hairless ass gleamed in the store's neon lighting, a spotlight highlighted the area that was to be marked. The owner had marked other bois for me, and we had an agreement...he could play some during the process, but no fucking. The boi's ass belonged to me.
Throughout the process, the tattoo artist kept brushing his fingers against the boi's balls and dick, which were folded back between his legs. Once, when it was necessary for Jimmy to lift up, the owner twisted boi's nipples harshly, causing him to breathe in sharply.
An hour and a half later, after Jimmy had opened his mouth for the owner to use as a tip (at my insistence), and after his throat had been seeded, we headed home. I let him take off the blindfold in the car and I knew he was dying to see what design had been drawn on his lower back. "Later!" I told him, pulling his head to my crotch to let me piss into him as we drove. He had gotten very good at accepting all of my piss, without spilling any at all. In this case he knew if he did spil any, his tongue would be licking the rather dirty mats in my car.
Initially I had used piss as a punishment, but now the bitch liked it too much for it to serve as much of a deterrent. He took all of it, of course, and then I used one hand to start him on an up and down trip on my tool. I stopped him before I came, as I wanted to save that for back home.
Once there, I pulled him into the bathroom and made him stand facing the shower stall, the large wall mirror behind him. I attached a nice pair of endurance tit clamps to his titties, and ordered him to remove his shorts. I tugged at my cock a few times, easily getting errect as he got naked. Then I pulled him backward, closer to the mirror. When he was within striking distance, I plunged into his fuck hole, a bit of saliva the only lube. He gasped as my tool entered his ass, I pulled him back and pushed him away, not moving myself at all...fucking him piston like. Once I had a nice rhythm going I grabbed the chain between his tit clamps and stretched it over his head. Now I combined my fucking with matching pulls on his tits. He moaned and groaned so deeply it was a turn on for me. I had to stop before I shot into him. I pulled him back so his sweaty body rested against mine. After a moment I could feel my cock deflating in his hole, and it reminded me to begin training him to take my hand.
I pushed him off, twisted him around and pushed him to his knees. Then I lectured him, looking at his beautiful face as he looked downward.
"You are a fortunate bitch boi be bred by me, to have my mark on you, you know that, right?" I questioned.
"Yes, Sir." he responded, still sweating, shaking a little from the sexual excitement. His cock, curiously, was not hard.
"Sir?" he asked...
"Speak!"
"I have to pee-pee," he said, and I could see him blushing. It always amazed me how some little thing could embarrass a slave while the larger issues had no such effect. Here was the bitch with a fresh Master's tattoo on his back, stripped of his pubic hair, ready to do whatever I ordered, and he was blushing over verbalizing his need to piss.
I handed him a glass, and he automatically put it in position below his cock...which he called his piss pipe, of course.
A moment later he was finished, and without being told, he put the glass to his mouth and recycled every drop. My cock bulged again as he did it. It was a new behavior I had taught him, and I was proud and turned on to see him doing as ordered. I wanted to see how long he could go without truly getting rid of any urine.
"Good boi", I praised him and I swore I could see him kneel a little taller.
I gave him a hand mirror and allowed him to inspect his marking...after a little trial and error he got the image right and stared at it for a moment, having to interpret the reversed lettering before he could see what I had permanently inked in the space right above his crack. This wasn't some fancy cursive lettering, Jimmy was marked in bold black block letters that would be visible from a half-dozen feet away. It read: "Masters Fuck-Hole." A red ink graphic arrow pointed down and into his crack, in case anyone failed to understand the words.
He was now "out" as a gay slave to anyone who saw him stripped to the waist. While he could explain away the missing hair and claim the piercings that were to come as a fashion statement, his tattoo...MY tattoo... marked him as mine. It set a high bar for what he would do for me, and for what I could and would demand of him. I was VERY proud of him.
Jimmy didn't say anything, but when I walked in front of him I could see bitch-boi had shed a tear. He knew what had just happened. He knew his life had changed, and while a little sad for what was in the past, his harder than ever cock told me he welcomed his new status.
I pulled over a chair and sat on it, directing him to suck on me, despite my ass juice still on my cock. Soon he had hardened it, and I gestured for him to take a favorite position of mine. He positioned his legs on either side of the chair and lowered his fuck hole back onto my cock. Boi was getting good at taking it swiftly, and I sighed as my tool sunk deeply into him, making real the newly inked message on my slave bitch's ass.
Without being told, Jimmy started moving up and down on my cock, essentially fucking himself, saying me the trouble of having to pound away. My hands meanwhile went to work on his ever enlarging titties...I removed the clamps, the blood flowing back into the pointy little nubs, causing him to shout a bit. I twisted them and turned them, using pressure that would make most men jump away. But bitch-boi was used to it now, and he accepted his pain.
He was hard now, of course, so I slapped his piss tube sharply a few times to deflate it...that process was repeated for a good fifteen minutes. He would harden, I would deflate him. He would harden...deflation time.
Finally I started to feel another growing orgasm approach and I pulled him off my cock and forced him onto his knees. I stood and tugged on my cock, aiming it just in time for the first of a half-dozen spurts to hit him in the face. While my boi had been edging a lot, so had I, and the orgasm produced a hefty amount of shitw slime. As I caught my breath, I watched my cum drip from his forehead down into his nose, and from there to his outstretches tongue. I had already trained him to always have him mouth open and his tongue stuck out when I was going to come on his pretty face.
I was exhausted, but had enough power left in me to lead him to the shower stall where I covered him with my piss. I left him there, the piss cooling on his smooth skin as I prepared for sleep. While I was gone he pissed into the tin can I had left for that purpose and drank it, making him hard again. Too bad. When I was ready for bed, I attached his leash to his ever present piss saturated collar and led him to the cage where I attached his hands and legs in their normal nighttime spread position. I had placed an old dirty blanket near his head as a cushion. I locked the cage and went to my King sized bed to sleep.
I stretched a rubber tube over his cock...from it ran a smaller rubber tube that led to the gag I placed in his mouth. If he needed to piss overnight he could...but it would recycle back into him. That way he wouldn't get thirsty. Nobody could say I wasn't a kind Master.
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