Date: Tue, 8 May 2007 19:49:08 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Storm Discovery, Part ELEVEN -A Week Before Sirs

Storm Discovery, Part ELEVEN -

A Week Before Sirs Bamaboi2serve@charter.net

     The week between my tattoo adventure and the arrival of the German
Sirs to pick me up was fairly uneventful. Master let me spend lots of time
resting, giving time for my bold new tats to heal. That was especially
welcome for the one that spanned the length of my cock.
     There was one event of note during the week: Master decided to make a
video to show off my new tattoos, displaying me as a kind of bookend: OS on
his one side, FS on the other. He had hired a professional for the shoot,
and a crew spent a half day setting up lighting and backdrops in the
high-ceiling room. Extra chains were hanged from the rafters, and FS and I
were sent to a special gay spa for cleaning.
     When we returned, Master has us dressed in very expensive looking
silver chain harnesses with chrome collars engraved with the word "slave"
in front. Silver triple-ring cockrings, and matching silver tit rings
completed our accessories. We wore matching leather mini-shorts and jet
black leather blindfolds with small eye holes cut out.
     Because of my lower status, I hadn't seen FS naked before, and I was
impressed with his muscular development. I was also surprised to see that
Master kept him completely shaved and oiled down. At least I had my little
patch of hair above my cock, I thought.
     When the video crew was ready, Master introduced us on camera. "On my
right is FS. He's my fuck-slave and he loves nothing better than having my
big cock in him. He's also fond of fists, and just about anything else big
that you would care to stick in him." I snuck a sideways glance and saw FS
blushing. He loved forcing me to exhibit myself in public, but was
apparently terrified. What would Master do with the video, he wondered. I
had wondered the same thing since Master announced the project.
     Master had FS turn around and bend over deeply. As one of the cameras
zoomed in for a close up, Master pulled his cheeks to the side, showing off
FS's extra stretched opening. He pointed his fingers at the opening, winked
at the camera, and plunged his hand in to the wrist. Even FS, used to
having whole arms in his ass, was taken aback by the swiftness of the
plunge. He moaned and had trouble balancing himself in place.
     "See what I mean? My big fist in him and it's nothing! He lives to
have his hole filled. Watch!", Master said as he narrated the scene.
     His second hand went in, quickly too, but a bit slower than the
first. FS was now in true pain! Master usually let him use poppers to ease
the experience, but he didn't want inhalers or little bottles distracting
from the outfits he had selected for us, so FS went without, taking both of
Master's big hands and wrists at the same time. And all of this had
happened without any lube except for FS's natural juices.
     I was cringing. Master turned sideways so he could look at the
camera. One by one, he pulled a hand out and plunged it back in,
alternating from hand to hand, chanting out his message to the viewers: "FS
likes to have his hole stretched to show me how much he wants to obey me
and be my boi. FS loves feeling my hands entering him!"
     Master then removed both hands, reached off camera and picked up the
biggest dildo I had ever seen. It was the size of a kitchen
fire-extinguisher and the same color red, yet FS's well-exercised hole
swallowed it like a thumb and kept it in too! That freed Master up to turn
and address the camera directly. With one hand he pulled his cock and balls
out from the shiny black leather pants he was wearing, massaging his
package on-camera, the close-up camera focusing on how quickly he grew
hard...and how big he grew!
     He continued narrating: "This other slut is my oral slave. He's
relatively new...you might notice some redness around his main identity
tattoo, since he's still healing from being marked for me. Work on the toes
for a minute boi, while I tell folks about you."
     I dropped to my knees and got my mouth around his left bare toes
immediately. I had seen what he did to FS and was delighted with such a
simple command! I sucked each toe and licked as much of his feet as I could
reach without him lifting them. They were not especially clean, but I was a
willing boi and didn't care. They would be clean when I was done with them!
My ass was facing the cameras, putting my hindquarters and hanging balls on
display.
     "This oral slave of mine used to be a paramedic...that's how I found
him! He was out saving lives one day and I collected him. He was willing,
of course...I only accept willing slave-bois...and his training is coming
along pretty well. Lay on the floor bitch!" I was on my back before the
last syllable of his order had faded.
     Master sat down on a chair and used all of his toes to pry my mouth
open. "OS has been trained to take big things in his mouth, just like FS
takes big things in his ass," he said to whomever would eventually watch
this video. He rubbed the bottom of his feet along my mouth and I held my
tongue out to collect whatever was on them.
     "OS is especially fond of piss. Yes! He loves to be my human urinal!
When I woke yesterday morning I started saving my piss for today`s
display!" Again reaching off camera, Master rolled a medical type rack into
view...the kind you would attach an IV to...but attached to this rack was a
much larger clear plastic bag filled with a few gallons of Master's
urine. A hose came out at the bottom with a penis-gag type plug at the
end. The "piss opening" was especially big, but I figured I could use my
tongue to control the flow rate. "OS bitch!...we're going for a record
here...I know you won't disappoint me!"
     He placed the plug in my mouth and rested both of his fee on my
stomach. It was a lot of pee, but not so much that I couldn't handle
it. Again, I was grateful I was not FS, who's hole was still holding the
huge dildo. I could hear him moaning from the pressure being exerted on his
ass muscles.
     "You have three minutes...on my mark, get set..."
     Three minutes? Three??? How was I supposed to... "...go!" Master
opened the valve on the hose and piss started pouring from the gag into my
mouth. The only hope to ingest all of the piss in the time limit was to not
use my tongue, so I immediately started swallowing, keeping my throat as
open as possible to allow the piss to pour out of the plug and directly
towards my stomach. To complicate matters, much of the piss had been
sitting around for a day or more and wasn`t especially fresh tasting. I had
to fight my gag reaction, concentrating on taking as much as I could as
fast as I could!
     "Come on bitch! You can do it! Don`t you dare fail me!" Master urged
me on, at the same time using his feet to push in and out on my stomach as
it filled up with the pee. I kept swallowing as Master told the cameras
about my exploits, embarrassing details that I was in no position to
challenge, my mouth being very, very full and all.
     He also kept a countdown of time going, and soon it was "Thirty
Seconds!". I couldn't tell how much was left, but I doubled my
efforts...swallowing massive amount of pee, making sure not to spill
any. My stomach bulged as Master's feel continued their "massage".
     The film crew got into the scene, and counted the last ten seconds
down with Master..."..three, two, one!" I somehow did it...the last pint
flowing out of the bag into me just as the countdown ended. A few drops
spilled on my face as Master removed the gag.
     I belched loudly, prompting laughter from those in the room...except
FS, who was still busy forcing his sphincter muscles to keep that missile
in his ass.
     "Very good cunt!" Master said to me, taking his feet off my very
distended stomach and standing up over me. "Here's a little more, a kind of
nightcap!" He proceeded to piss on me, not even aiming for my mouth, just
soaking my head and body, drenching my cock, which had obediently risen to
full-mast, exposing my paramedic number tattoo.
     The close up camera, of course, moved in to make sure that was part of
the video record. What were Master's plans for the video?
     For the finale, Master had hired two young strippers from a downtown
club...both very well endowed like Master...one black, the other white. He
manhandled FS and I into position with our sides facing the cameras, and
had the two studs go at our asses. For FS this wasn't much to deal with
since he'd been making love to a rocket ship for the past hour, but my
stripper-master was huge and I hadn't been prepped...Master noticed the FS
situation immediately and, after urging my fucker to keep it up, joined the
other stripper boy behind FS and inserted his tool too, amply filling FS's
hole and making him really know he was getting fucked.
     These boys had worked together before, as they managed to time their
eruptions so they both pulled out and jerked off on our backs. Not
unexpectedly, Master had FS and I lick each other's backs off as the camera
went in for one final close-up. The video was over, and I was ready for
some rest!

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