Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2006 17:53:29 -0800 From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net Subject: Bitch-brian, Part SIX Twice during the trip I heard the telltale signs of orgasm...one each for the bois I guessed. I had contributed to that outcome, of course, first by keeping the temperature in the van extra warm to provide lots of sweat. I wanted the constant rubbing to prove too much for their young minds and bodies to resist. First was the bitch, who began that special low moaning that I recognized and loved to hear. There were few other cars on the four-lane I was on, so I did some discrete swerving, forcing the bois bodies to rub onto and across each other, pulling on the tit clamps and causing the inevitable orgasm. It was only a few moments after that that I heard bobby's moaning begin...I swerved a few times more and was rewarded with a nice loud squirting, and lots of moans, even with the gag in. I pulled off the road and stopped along the highway. Turning around, I used my hand to gather some of the combined jism and smear both bois faces with it. While I was facing the back, I pulled two nice sized butt plugs from my toy bag and used the fresh boi-cum as a lube to push the five inchers into their boicunts. Since they had cum only moments before, there wasn't a lot of immediate pleasure in having their holes filled, but that's just the way I planned it. Back on the road, it wasn't long before we were a short distance from the old farm where the weekend party was scheduled with MasterBurt. We still had a few hours before the party started, and I had looked online and found a cheap motel nearby, so I drove there, asking for and getting an out of the way room. After carrying in my own overnight bag and checking out the room, I opened the back of the van and untied the bois one at a time, leaving them blindfolded and leading first the bitch and then bobby into the room. They were, frankly, a mess. Piss and cum stained, sweaty and tired by the long ride in bondage. I found it cute, but didn't want them looking like that on arrival at the party, so off came the toys...I was smart enough to leave the gags in while I removed the tit clamps...there was some serious howling and hopping around as the blood flowed back into their now very tender tits. Being the good master that I am, I massaged the tender nubs long enough to make sure the blood was flowing nicely, and causing both slave-bois to writhe in pleasure in the process. Last to come off were the blindfolds, and blinking in the light, they both looked at each other, then at me, and then suddenly down at the ground, showing their training. They were oddly shy after the long sexy ride in the van, as if they were still trying to get used to the adjustment in their roles to each other and to me. I ushered them into the bathroom. I knew after the long ride, the piss recycling, and the stopped up boicunts, they were in need of some serious bathroom time! "Take out the butt plugs for now...wash each other...NO SEX...Bobby.. get rid of that stubble around the bitch's cockett! No deodorant! Each of you take one each of these pills before you come out." I gave them soap and razors and the rest of the material they would need to clean up. The pills were viagra, to keep 'em hard, and an amphetamine...a kind of modified "ecstasy" that would keep them horny and speeding without the lovey-dovey effects of the original x. After all, they were my slaves, not my lovers. While they did their chores, I laid out the outfits they would be wearing to the party. For the bitch, I had selected a pair of very frilly pink lace panties, a white cut-off sleeveless muscle shirt and a bright neon-pink collar. His little shorts were nylon and see-through enough you could tell the color his panties and make out the outline of his cock. The shirt had holes for his tits to stick out of...I wanted the guests to have easy access during the party. Pink tennis shoes with white flowered short socks completed bitch-brian's outfit. With his dark hair cut short and his body shaved as I required, he looked almost like a teen girl. For bobby, I started with an old brown leather dog collar that I had soaked in piss for a few days and the let dry out. I figured he was going to be doing a lot of sweating, and that should activate the dried piss. A chain leash was attached. He would wear a tiny white swimmers jock, with a very tight pair of black-jean cut-offs that left nothing to the imagination. The dark shorts would contract nicely with his long blond hair. Holes here and there exposed his skin ever more. No top for bobby, I wanted his nice chest exposed, though I would attach a moderately tight pair of clamps to his pointy little boi tits. After watching TV for a while, I checked in on the bathroom activity and was pleased to find they had finished their showers. The bitch was on his knees trimming the pubes around bobby's crotch. As for the bitch, he was completely shaved clean. Both of them were hard, even without the viagra. I was tempted to use one of them to get off...maybe a good fuck...but decided to hold off. We had a LOT of partying to do and I wanted to make the night last a long time. I grabbed two plastic cups and pissed into them, handing them to the cunts to use in taking their drugs. After taking their pills, I let the bois relax a little, laying next to one another on the bed watching straight porn, the only kind available on the cheap motel cable system. I noticed both of them had kept the cups with my piss and were sipping from it without being told. Funny thing about slaves and piss. It starts out being used as a punishment, but before long they come to like it so much there's no punishment involved. I went into the bathroom and showered, coming out to get dressed in my own tight Levis and leather vest. Straight porn or not, I could see the bois humping the bed now and then, rubbing legs and elbows and hoping I wouldn't see. I did, but decided to let it pass. "OK bois..dressing time...bitch..you dress bobby first...his outfit is over there," I said, indicating the dog collar and dark colored hustler-like clothes on a side chair. Bobby let the bitch dress him, holding out his arms and legs as needed. The viagra had gotten into his system, and even the bitch's touches were keeping him hard. The bitch had to work at it to force the tight black shorts around bobby's hard six inch flesh tube. I added the medium-pressure chrome tit-clamps, attached the leash to his collar, and then directed bobby to dress the bitch. He was already hard from the contact with bobby's cock and body, and the pink panties barely contained him. The bulge was even more visible when bobby put the nylon shorts on him. The stretch tank showed off his tits, the pink collars and flowery shoes all added to the effect. They made quite a pair...a nice contrasting pair of slave-bois ready to serve real men. I shut down the room and led them my leash to the van for the short ride to the party. Comments? Suggestions?? Anything???? (-: bamaboi2serve@charter.net