Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 16:41:29 -0400 From: Sub Slave Subject: Smoke Master - Chapter 6 I got home from work yesterday and got an email from Master Tim. All it said was... "187 N Finland St, Apt. D @ 10pm. Wear a suit with your harness, collar and leash underneath, fag" I immediately sent him a reply that simply read, "Yes, Sir." and looked up the address online. Then, after getting dressed up, went to the store to buy some more cigars and cigarettes for him. While talking to the store clerk, I found a kinky pleasure in knowing that even though I looked like a well-dressed professional upstanding member of the community, I was really sporting my leather harness with butt plug, collar and leash underneath. After returning home, all I could think of was serving Master Tim. The minutes dragged on like hours and 10pm couldn't come fast enough. It was nearly dark and my mind was playing tricks on me as usual. I kept wondering if this was Master Tim's place, someone else's place or if he was just sending me to some random stranger who he didn't even know in order to mess with me. Just to pass the time, I did a dry run in order to make sure I knew exactly how to get there and how long it would take. Even after that though, I had another hour before I needed to leave the house if I was going to be there at 10pm. So I sat and smoked some of the cigarettes in order to make sure I had that smell all over me for Master Tim. It only took one or two cigarettes before my mouth tasted like a bus station ash tray and then I still had nearly 45 minutes left before I had to be there. Eventually though, it was time to go so I got back in the car, lit up another cigarette and then headed off to the address he had provided. The apartment was in a multi-story apartment building on the first floor, on a relatively busy side street in another nearby neighborhood. I was so tense and awkward and my palms were sweating. It was dark out now and I lit up another cigarette to try to relax me before I got to the door but I still couldn't walk normal. My rhythm was off and I just kept puffing on the cigarette and hoping it would calm me down. I took a deep breath, then knocked on the door of Apartment D. I could feel each second tick by as I waited for someone to answer. I had to knock a few times and that made me even more nervous. My stomach was churning, wondering who or what I would see when the door opened. Then, I heard someone on the other side unbolting the door and removing the chain from it before turning the handle and swinging it open. To my relief, it was Master Tim. He was dressed in leather chaps with a leather jock strap, boots and a leather harness. His beautiful soft lips were wrapped around a fat cigar and he was puffing away with a cocky look in his eyes. His tall, lean body and big thick bulge between the legs made me feel high, just at a glance. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen just imagining the taste of Master Tim's thick, veiny cock. "You made it on time, boy. That's good. Get your ass in here." "Yes, Master." I stepped past him into the entrance way and caught the scent of his body as I drew near. He grabbed me by the balls and plunged his tongue into my smoky mouth before allowing me to continue walking past him. I nearly collapsed out of anticipation and the taste of Master Tim's lips and his tongue was so potent with smoke but it made me feel dirty and reckless and worthless all at the same time. The apartment was dimly lit and the stench of smoke and cum was overpowering. I stood just beyond him with my back against the wall and stared down until he was ready to provide me with my next order. He locked the door behind us and then turned around to inspect me. Master Tim looked me up and down and then reached up above my head and ashed on me as he was pulling my suit jacket open to get a better look at what I had on underneath. He looked so damn hot, my mouth was watering with anticipation. "That'll do. Into the living room, boy." He said calmly. "Yes, Sir." I turned and walked into the living room just around the corner and immediately saw Master G sitting there on the sofa with a beer in his hand and a big smile on his face. He was dressed almost the same as Master Tim but he didn't have any jock strap on. His massive cock was just hanging down between his legs and demanding attention. God my heart was pounding. That thing was beautiful! I saw he was watching the video we had made of Master Tim being used in the dungeon but he also noticed that I was staring at his cock and gave me a big smirk. "Nice to see you, faggot" "Thank you, Sir." Master G stood up and, as he approached, started to inspect me too. Then he and Master Tim stood there looking me up and down with their arms around each others' wastes, beers in hand and smiling as they compared notes on me. They were in on something and seemed to enjoy the fact that I was oblivious. It was odd to see them like that. They were really friendly with each other all of the sudden. This was nothing at all like what I saw the last two times we ran into Master G. "Get on your knees" "Yes, Sir. I brought you these cigars and cigarettes, Master" "Well, boy. Hurry up and light one for Master G" "Yes, Sir" I quickly unwrapped one of the cigars, clipped the tip and lit it up for Master G. They both stood there puffing away casually as they stared down at me. Then I was ordered to clean their boots with my tongue which I did without hesitation. They both flicked their ashes all over me as I knelt there on all fours in my suit licking their boots clean. "Good boy. Now get in the bathroom." "Yes, Master." I got up and walked further back in the apartment with the two Masters following me and a trail of smoke billowing down the hallway. Upon entering the bathroom, Master Tim said... "We've got a surprise for you that I think you'll like, boy. Go ahead and open up the shower curtain." I pulled the curtain back and was amazed at what I saw. The bathtub was filled at least half way with piss. I could smell it's stale stench as I pulled the curtain back. I don't know how they got so much piss in there but that was amazing! "Just for you, boy. Do you know how many guys' piss we gathered for you? We couldn't get enough to fill the tub so we had a farmer buddy give us all the piss he could gather." I was in disbelief. I can imagine, like at Master G's place, how they could gather the piss from a bunch of guys but I have no idea how they gathered it from a bunch of horses and farm animals. I was in shock - not from the bathtub filled with piss and what they were likely to have me do with it but, with how they could have gotten SO MUCH of it! When I looked back at Master Tim and Master G with my eyes wide open and mouth gaping, they had their arms across each other's shoulders like best buddies and big smiles on their faces. "Get in it, fag" Master G said in a deep, Barry White type of voice with the smoke from his cigar filling the room and blasting out of his beautiful mouth. I was still trying to process it all mentally but managed to mutter a reply. "Yes, Master" I started to remove my suit jacket but Master Tim stopped me immediately. He pointed at the tub with his cigar to draw my attention back down there. "Uh uhh, boy. Get in it now. Just like you are." "Yes, Master." I replied cautiously I looked back at them both and started to raise one foot as if to step into the bathtub full of piss with my suit and dress shoes on but they didn't flinch for a moment. So I didn't stop either. I just stepped right into all that piss, dressed in my best suit, like I stepped out of a board room - first one foot and then the other - before turning around to face them in humiliation. "What are you waiting for, bitch?!" Master Tim exploded "We go to all the trouble to get this piss for you and you're not even going to enjoy it?! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, boy!" "Please, Master. I'm sorry. Can I lay down in it, Sir?" "I said get in it, bitch! What are you waiting for?!" "Yes, Master! Thank you, Sir!!!!" And, with that, I promptly laid down into the bath full of piss - suit and all. It was old, stale piss though and was room temperature. As erotic as it was, it wasn't like hot piss straight from the cock but the sheer volume of it and the fact that I was almost completely submerged in it got my dick rock hard. I think having Master Tim and Master G watching me and humiliating me like this made it even harder. They kept on smiling and were standing over the tub ashing their cigars into it before Master G pointed down and said... "All the way in it, boy" "Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir" And so I went all the way under, head and all, before coming back up for air. "You like that, faggot?" "Yes, Master. I love it, Masters." Then they made me drink some....a few mouth fulls full of it....while they took pictures and video and then ordered me to stand up and strip. I peeled the piss-drenched suit off of me and just dropped it right back down into the bathtub full of piss and then I was standing there almost naked except for the leather harness and the collar and leash. I was exposed and humiliated on camera for anyone to see. The air was cool in the bathroom and I was chilly. I was shivering a little but couldn't tell if it was from the humiliation or the temperature. Master Tim opened the cabinet in the bathroom and pulled out a hood with a tube and funnel attachment. He ordered me to step out of the tub and kneel down on the bathroom floor where he put this hood on me. Then they bent me back over the tub, face-down and one held the funnel up over my head while the other one started smacking my ass and nuts around. The next thing I knew, there was a big hot load of piss from Master Tim flowing down the funnel and tube into my mask. I immediately swallowed all that I could and then heard him say... "Aww, that's just not enough. We'll have to give you some more, pig!" He then dipped a plastic cup down into the bathtub and scooped up some of the old, cold animal piss before pouring that down the funnel too. I drank that up too but was choking on the nasty old piss. He did this a few times while they both laughed at me and then removed the hood. I was feeling a little nauseous but they got me up on my feet quickly and ordered me to thank them for their kindness and hospitality. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and I immediately and loudly expressed my gratitude. Master Tim just giggled at how pathetic and worthless I appeared, then yanked my leash and they both dragged me down the hallway, past one of the bedrooms and into the other one which had been set up as a fuck room. As he dropped me down to my knees in the corner, Master G stuck his cigar in my mouth and told me to smoke it while he started fastening a cock cage around my dick and balls. Then, he chained the cock cage to a thick steel ring that had been bolted to the floor. My nuts were inches from the floor but I couldn't go anywhere and my cock was caged so it couldn't get hard without causing excruciating pain. Master G took his cigar back and continued puffing away on it. As I looked around the room, I was amazed at all the sex toys and props in the room. There was a big dog cage, some pulleys on the ceiling, paddles and whips, an electrical shock unit, a large wooden cross, ropes, chains and all kinds of other things. The place was packed. Master Tim looked at me as he was ripping a length of duct tape off the roll and said... "You like my little dungeon, boy?!" I nodded my head, yes, just before he slapped that duct tape across my mouth and gave my face a good hard smack. Then, the two of them started to make out right in front of me and there was nothing I could do but just kneel there with my nuts bolted to the floor and lust after both of them. My dick was starting to get hard but the cage was just killing me as my prick started jamming up into the metal cage. I was in agony and yet I couldn't stop watching the two of them going at it (and wishing they would use me some more). It wasn't quite how I would have envisioned though. They were actually kind of gentle and caring with each other. Despite the harsh black leather and the S&M dungeon with a table full of various dildos, the leather sling, and everything else Master Tim had in there, they really appeared to be tender and loving and caring as they started kissing and feeling each other as they started stripping off item after item. Their bodies are just down-right incredible and that really was the painful part because I thought that metal cage they had my cock in was going to mangle it into hamburger meat if I got any harder at the site of them. Master G turned Master Tim around and bent him over what looked like a pommel horse with no handles. Then he started rubbing Master Tim's crack with his hand while making eyes at him. You could almost 'hear' what they were saying to each other without them even saying a word. "You want this hot chocolate cock in you, baby?!" "Fuck yes! Give it to me now!" "Yeah, you really really want it? How bad do you want it? Show me how much you want it." Instead of his beautiful monster cock though, Master G reached over and grabbed one of the dildos from the table next to them. Instead of lubing it up and sticking it in Master Tim's ass though, he reached around in front of Master Tim and fed him the dildo. He was making Master Tim suck it all the way down and take his time getting it all wet. I was amazed at how deep he took that dildo. Then, once he had it dripping wet, Master G, pulled the dildo out of Master Tim's mouth and slipped it up into Master Tim's perfect ass cheeks - first slowly and then a few seconds later he just went crazy with a vigorous ass-fucking. Master Tim was moaning and panting and hyperventilating. He clearly loved this kind of treatment but was being pushed to his limits - even more so as Master G switched that dildo out for a variety of others....some big, some small, some fat, some long and thin. He also used some anal beads and a series of balls on strings. I thought Master Tim's asshole was simply going to fall out and land on the floor below him but he kept taking it like a champ. They were both covered in sweat and it was clear how much stamina and energy was involved. Master G took the last dildo out of Master Tim then and he took a big puff on the cigar before raping Master Tim's face with his tongue. It was a brutal, loving kiss and I felt a bolt of sheer pain in my crotch from the cock cage as they got me so excited, so envious that they could do that with each other and I couldn't directly partake in the joy with them. I felt like the family dog, not allowed to eat with everyone at the table, relegated to eating separately off the floor once they're all done. I longed to be part of the pack but I knew I wasn't in the same league as the two of them. I was just lucky to swallow their piss and take their orders. Master G must have read my mind because he turned and looked over his shoulder at me. His gorgeous, smooth, muscular, black buns were perky and staring at me all on their own - shining in the dim candle light of the dungeon. "You like dat shit, dawg?!" "Yes, Master G!!!" I mumbled under the duct tape "You keep it up, boy, n' you'll git yaws too." "Thank you, Master G!" I murmured again. Then he turned back around towards Master Tim and put a gas mask on his head with a long hose. He stuck the cigar in the hose and Master Tim started puffing away. I could see the smoke gathering behind the clear glass eyes of the gas mask and even Master Tim's eyes closed so they wouldn't burn up in the smoke. He was starting to choke and gag on the smoke as it got more and more dense within the gas mask. Master G had started fucking his ass like a beefy black bulldozer. He started kind of slow at first but picked up the pace pretty quickly as Master Tim struggled more and more. As Master Tim's choking and convulsing grew more pronounced, Master G was slamming into him. It seemed like he was going to split Master Tim in two. Master Tim's beautiful, veiny white cock was throbbing. It was rock hard, standing straight up and throbbing all over the place without him even touching it. Master G's deep grunting was so loud, I'm sure the neighbors had to turn up their TV's. Then they both busted big and loud - shot their loads like firemen on a call. Master Tim's sculpted, long thin body was covered in his own cum and he appeared to pass out right after cumming all over himself. Master G was still buried deep in his ass as he pulled the gas mask off and made sure Master Tim was still breathing. As he started coming to again, Master G started kissing his lips and then slowly withdrew his cock from Master Tim's ass before wiping up the spent loads of cum with one hand. He turned around and held his cum-soaked hand out at me. "You want sum uh master's seed, boy?!" I eagerly nodded, yes. Then, Master G ripped the duct tape off and fed me that second hand cum while Master Tim proudly looked over at us. I nearly passed out from the pain of that cock cage around my prick but I couldn't get enough of Master G's seed. I lapped it up like a good little puppy. "...at a boy, slave! Lick that shit up, boy! Lick it all up!" Then, my two masters unshackled my cock and balls from the floor and lead me over to the dog cage near the center of the room. The cage was just big enough for me to kneel in on all fours. That was plenty for my worthless ass though. I was just happy to serve my masters. They kept me there over night in the cage. In the morning, Master Tim made me some toast and they both came all over it before feeding it to me for their amusement. "Thank you, Master Tim. Thank you, Master G." I said. Then they opened the cage door and helped me slowly to my feet. My dick was so hard - morning wood. I was still in my leather harness and butt plug, my collar and leash. Then, Master Tim looked at me directly and said... "Now get out of here. I'll come get you again if I feel like it." "Yes, Master Tim. Thank you, Sir. I stepped out the front door of Master Tim's place in the morning sunlight and there were cars occasionally going past the apartment complex. I was still wearing just the leather harness, collar and leash as i walked across the parking lot to my car. I saw some neighbors nearby staring at me as I approached the driver's door and fumbled with my keys to unlock the door and get in. And then I drove home, smoking more cigarettes and dreaming about when I might possibly be able to serve them again. My cock was hard the whole way.