Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 00:45:10 -0400 From: Sub Slave Subject: Smoke Master - Chapter 5 Master Tim arrived at my place again while I was asleep at night. He had ordered me to continue wearing the leather harness and the leash and collar that he had given me so that I was ready to use at any moment. Tonight he wanted to go out again. All he said was "Let's go" and so we did. I lit him a cigarette and one for myself and then he grabbed the entire carton and lead me out the door to his car. Again, we drove along with the windows all rolled up, smoke filling the cabin and barely able to see the road. I was starting to get sick from all the smoke but I didn't dare say a word to Master Tim. I just sat there and let him take me wherever he was taking me....like a cheap piece of property. Soon, I recognized where we were going. It was the way to Master G's place. Master Tim was clearly my Master but he was apparently still serving Master G as his slave. By way of being Master Tim's slave then, I was Master G's slave too and bound to serve them both. As we arrived at Master G's place, there was a big brown pit bull in the hard that was nearly breaking its chain to get to us but Master Tim just walked on by to the back door and started stripping. He ordered me to do the same and we placed our clothes in the trash can on the back porch before he knocked on the back door and then we got on our knees to wait for Master G to answer. "Lower your head, bitch. Don't look up until he orders us to come in." He whispered. "Yes, Master" I replied. Master G didn't answer the door right away and there were some guys walking down the alley behind us that clearly saw us kneeling there butt naked. "What da fuck, dog?!" One said "Yo! What da fuck you guys doin'?!", the other said. We didn't respond and the guys kept trying to get a response out of us but they didn't stop walking so we let them continue to pass us by as they laughed at us for kneeling there naked. Eventually though, one of Master G's buddies looked out the back door and let us in. He led us into the living room where Master G and all his buddies were smoking pot. "Take those fuckers down to da dunjin, man!" Master G muttered. His buddy shoved us both down the hallway and then down the stairs into the basement where the dungeon was set up. I could still smell the stench from the other night and the stale smoke smell. The guy lead us into the corner where there was some make shift PVC pipes coming down from the ceiling above into some kind of head harness type thing. It was double sided so he strapped both our heads into this thing, facing each other with our mouths around the pipe. There was a stop-cock above our heads on the pipe. "Y'all enjoy now! Don't you dare make a mess down here" He said before twisting the stop cock and walking away A rush of stale piss came flowing down the pipe into our mouths and we could both see each other's horrified expressions but we slowly swallowed and swallowed until there was no more coming out. The pipes must have lead to some kind of a urinal that Master G had rigged up on the ground level and we were drinking everyone's old piss. By the way, old piss is horrible. Fresh, hot piss, straight from the cock is the best. But we did as we were told and were good slaves for Master G and his boys. They left us down there for a while and continued smoking pot and drinking lots of beer. We could hear them upstairs hollering and laughing and making all kinds of noise. Occasionally, one of them would take a piss upstairs and we would both be the lucky recipients. Soon though, we heard footsteps down the old wooden stairway behind us and then Master G's voice. "Aight boys. Let em loose." His buddies released us and then brought us over to a raised throne at the other end of the basement where Master G was sitting and looking down at us with a big fat cigar in his mouth. We got on our knees and bowed our heads. Master G took a few puffs while staring at us but didn't say a word right off the bat. Then, he stepped up off the throne, right in front of his so we were staring down directly at his black leather boots. The smokey room was silent. "Clean 'em" He said. We both started licking his boots and cleaning them with our tongues. He ashed his cigar on the toes of his boots as we were licking the back heels and then had us lick that up too. "Aight. Stop it." He said after a while. Then he ordered me to go over to the table in the corner and pick up the video camera. My job the entire night was to record everything they were going to do to Master Tim but I wouldn't get to serve anyone or be used by anyone in any other capacity. He said, if I did a good job, I might get to serve them another time. Then, he looked at Master Tim and said... "We got sumn' completely different fa you, bitch!" He ordered Master Tim to spread his feet and lean face-forward against the wall. Then his buddies kicked Master Tim's feet out wider before they shackled his ankles to the ends of a long metal bar. Then they stuffed his cock into a small, plastic, cock-shaped thing with a lock on it. With his cock soft, it barely fit in this thing but I can't imagine how much it would hurt if he started to get hard after they locked that thing onto his genitals. Clearly, they didn't want him to pleasure himself or to even get hard. "Ya like dat, faggot?!" "Yes, Sir!" Master Tim responded "Shut up! Light me a fuckin' cigarette, ya pussy!" Master Tim lit a cigarette for Master G. Then, they picked up Master Tim by all four limbs and carried him over to a table, laid him down on his back and hooked the spreader bar up in the air so his legs were over his head and he couldn't close them. There were arm-like sections of the table, kind of like you'd see on a lethal injection table and they strapped Master Tim's arms down so he couldn't move them. It wasn't a very long table though. His head was hanging off one end and his ass was barely on the other end. Then the guys all lined up at one end of the other of him. Half were using his face - feeding him their nuts and their cocks while they smoked all kinds of weed and dropped the ashes all over him. The others tore into his ass one after another as they ran a train on him. After getting their dicks and balls sucked, they'd go over to his ass-end and wait in line to breed and seed him. Then, after they fucked his muscular ass, they'd get back in line to have him suck them clean. They kept spitting all over him just to humiliate him even more. I kept zooming in for close ups as they used his perfect ass and his beautiful face. It was a shame to keep that cock of his bound the way they did though. I was so jealous. They were all so verbal about it too, in those deep baritone voices. The voices alone were enough to get me off. "Damn bitch! Eat dat shit! Swallow it faggot." "Ooh yeah....like dat, slave!" "Shit boy! Take it!" Their grunts and moans and the smacking of their skin as their rock hard bodies banged against each other was amazing. I kept wishing I could get a copy of the video I was making for them but I'd never dare ask for that or anything else. My role was just to be a passive recipient of their orders - a play toy for them to use strictly for their benefit. Master G was grabbing Master Tim's harness and fucking him so hard his whole body was bouncing around. I thought he must be able to taste Master G's cock in the back of his throat, he was fucking his ass so deep. He was puffing on that cigar harder and harder as he neared climax. The two were covered in smoke so thick I was starting to have trouble seeing them. Then, he yelled out so fucking loud as he started shooting load after load into Master Tim that I actually jumped a little and shook the camera. That must have been one hell of an orgasm. I could only imagine the bucket loads of cum he was shooting up into Master Tim and how I wished he was busting that nut in my mouth. Then he pulled that tree stump out of Master Tim's ass and I could see the loads of cum drizzling out his gaping, loose hole. God I wanted it so bad. I would have gotten on my knees and licked it all out of his hole right then and there before licking the rest off the cement floor. No such luck though. Master G reached under Master Tim's exposed ass and wiped up a big handful of the spent cum that was drizzling out, then fed it to Master Tim. He was puffing on his big cigar and leaned over face-to-face with Master Tim. Big clouds of smoke were wafting into his face as Master G said... "Yeah, pig! Eat it up! Gimme an oink!" Master Tim started making oinking noises and all the guys in the room were cheering them on. Master G walked around to his head and had him clean the residual cum off his cock. Then he looked at me and said... "Well boy, you gonna serve your master or not?" "Yes, Sir. What would you like me to do, Master?" "Not me, faggot! Him! Git down der n lick that cum up off da floor. Then make sho you clean up his asshole real nice." "Yes, Sir!!!!!!!" God, I did I follow his orders. That was the cleanest floor and the cleanest ass by the time I got done with it. Master G and his buddies were releasing Master Tim while I ate his ass. As I stood up between his legs then, he sat up and grabbed my chest harness, then licked the residual cum off my lips and started tonguing my mouth to get the rest. It was so damn hot. I could taste the smoke and the other guys on him. I couldn't get enough. I didn't even touch myself but I ended up shooting a big load all over Master Tim as we kissed. He looked down right away and then looked back up at me. He seemed half angry and half humored. "Lick it up, slave!" He said So I got down and cleaned up the mess that I made before Master Tim grabbed my leash and yanked me up. We both stood up at attention then, awaiting more orders from Master G and his buddies. Almost as soon as we stood up though, Master G said... "Get out!" Just like that! Damn, it struck me how cold and stark that was but I guess that's the nature of it. We were there for their pleasure and entertainment, period. No friendship, no relationship, just pure raw domination and sex. We both turned and walked up the stairs and out the back door immediately without a word, covered in filth and swinging in the breeze. We got into Master Tim's car and he had me light up some cigarettes for us immediately before he drove me back to my place. "Get out!" He said as he came to a stop in my back alley. So I did and he drove off immediately without a word. I wondered if I'd ever see him again but then I had to accept it for what it was....just like our relationship with Master G and his boys....and hope that Master Tim would want to continue using me again too. I still slept with my back door unlocked, wearing my harness, butt plug and the leash and collar as ordered. Just waiting for another chance to serve Master Tim.