Wow What a Big Cock He Has

This is a departure of my usual stories. This contains elements of BDSM and piss-play. The idea for this story comes from a wonderful man, a real man whose frequent company and nurturing have contributed so much to my life and marriage to my lovely wife. Now please understand that I'm a bit too squeamish for stories with pee-pee in them but our man-friend says that what he likes best about me is how easy I am to take his direction. Under his guidance I did my best to please him with this effort.

All characters are over 21 and as far as I know, fictional.

Most people have found temptation too great to resist. Like a moth to a flame, we're drawn to something that we know in which we should not partake.

I was in the Club Nostalgia one fateful evening. Having to pee, I headed for the men's room.

Standing in front of the urinal, I whipped out my micro penis and emptied my bladder.

Someone enters and I see it's Max, the owner. What I didn't expect was how far he stood from the urinal beside me. I couldn't help but glance at his cock. Where I had to belly up to take a leak, Max was doing it from a distance of maybe 7".

I stood frozen in place having seen that monster cock and afraid to remove my hand from my lack of manhood.

"It's okay if you would like to see it, Billie," Max smiled standing beside me now facing me.

I kind of nervously giggled but could not stop from turning to look at his prize.

"Wow," I gushed.

Max grinned while I watched him strip his cock until an amber pearl of pee pee formed at the large head.

I simply was unable to look away. Unaware of my own erection, I didn't even struggle when Max collected that drop of piss on his thumb and pushed it in my mouth.

"Aaaah," I groaned as I tasted the acrid fluid.

Max laughed as he washed his hands. "If you want another look, Billie, you'll have to ask me."

When he left, it was only then I was able to react. Quickly stuffing my pecker back into my briefs, I licked my lips and fled the club.

Back home, I couldn't get the taste of his pee out of my mouth. Instead of brushing my teeth or gargling with mouthwash, I savored the humiliation of having a man push his piss in my mouth.

I lay in my bed reconsidering Max. I had never thought of him as anything more than an acquaintance. But I now saw him differently. Max was a ruggedly handsome man maybe 45 years old. Big and broad chested, Max was charismatic, charming even. The ladies loved him.

Unlike Max, I'm more like my dear friend johnnie. I am 5'7 1/2" tall and weigh sometimes 135. Like johnnie, I am decidedly unmasculine. With narrow shoulders, wide hips, and bulbous bottom for a guy of my stature, I am not a paragon of masculinity.

That Max even paid me the slightest attention, much less give me a private showing of his beautiful cock made me tingle all over.

I rubbed my erection very softly not wanting to cum as I remembered his big cock. I wondered how big it got when hard. But I for sure didn't have the nerve to like just ask him to show it to me again.

The next day I was back at the club. It was a great place. Max always played oldies. Hence the name Nostalgia. Some nights he'd throw themed parties where if you dressed the part your drinks were half priced. On rare occasions, Max would hire an Elvis impersonator to lip sync Elvis' hits. It was a profitable way to bring in new customers.

But the night after I saw his cock was just another night. Oldies coming over the sound system. The place partially filled on a mid-week evening.

I was sitting at the bar sipping my Pink Lady drink and glancing about at the few women who came up to the bar to order.

I'm not gay. I swear I'm not. But just the thought of Max' big cock made my dick grow. I didn't understand it.

I was on my second drink when Max suddenly appeared beside me. "Hey Billie," he smiled placing a large hand on my right shoulder. "Thinking about asking me a question, baby?"

"No, Max," I giggled and blushed.

"Don't lie to me, baby doll. I know you've been thinking about my cock. You can tell me. It's okay. It will be our secret."

I thought about what to tell him as his hand caressed up and down my back. "Max, please. What are you doing?" I whispered feeling his hand slide under my slacks to caress my upper butt.

"Hey baby. I'm just chilling with my friend," he smiled. "Now what were you about to tell me?"

"Yessss," I hissed very quietly. "I have thought about your gorgeous cock."

"I knew you'd like it, baby doll," he whispered his hand still rubbing my rear end. "All you have to do is ask me, baby. That's all. Ask and you will receive."

And then he was gone.

I shivered. It felt nice that Max would pay little old me such attention. Not much for social graces. Those of my ilk know whereof I speak when I say that most guys like to bully us and most women avoid us. Having someone like Max paying attention to me was rare and exciting.

The benefit of having a friend like Max became evident almost immediately. A pretty woman sat where Max had been. "Hi, I'm Janice. You must be a friend of Max."

"I'm Billie and yes, I'm a friend of Max," I lied proudly.

I won't blab about how Janice ended up coming home with me. Nor will I confess how I wept in abject embarrassment when I was unable to get an erection while she waited patiently. "It's okay Billie," she soothed me. "It happens to everyone sometimes."

I lay quietly beside Janice as she toyed with what she called my cute little dick. Thinking about Max' big cock, mine suddenly stirred. When I was able to get hard, Janice pulled me to her. Alas, when I attempted to put my dick in my new friend, I spurted all over her pussy then lost my hard on.

Janice, God bless her, taught me how to please and pleasure a woman using my mouth.

I gladly licked my mess from her tender folds allowing Miss Janice to steer my face where it gave her the most pleasure.

We showered the next morning. It was while we were dressing that Janice giggled and asked me if I was wearing panties.

"No," I insisted. Googling men's silk brief without a fly, I showed her that although they may look a little like women's bikini panties, they were made for males.

"Oooh, Billie," she grinned rubbing my dick through the soft material. "This cute little thing should be wearing pretty panties."

She was teasing me, or at least I hoped she was. "Will I see you again?" I struggled to ask.

Janice leaned down and kissed my forehead. "You didn't think I was a one night stand, did you?"

"Tonight at Nostalgia?" I asked hopefully.

"Maybe Saturday night, baby. Bye sweetie," she said as she walked off without commitment.

That left me at the minimum of Wednesday until Saturday before I might see my Janice again.

Afterwork the next evening found me back at my hangout as usual. I was looking around for Max, hoping he'd sit beside me again.

I sipped a Cosmo while I thought about his cock some more. "God help me. I can't get that big beautiful cock out of my thoughts," I said to myself.

Finally after a few hours as it was getting late, Max showed up to close out. "Hey bright eyes, how's my Billie boy?"

"I'm doing well, Max," I beamed at being called his Billie boy.

"Uh huh," he said as he counted out the register.

"Um, I met a girl last night," I bragged.

"Yeah? Who?"

"Her name is Janice. Do you know here?"

"I do, Billie. She a hot number. Get lucky?" He asked as he placed the next day's change in the cash drawer.

I giggled. "You know I can't tell you that?"

Max looked at me. "What I do know Billie is you'd love to see my cock again. All you have to do is ask."

I may have been tired. I may have had too much to drink. Whatever it was, my defenses were down. "Okay. Can I see it again."

"See what?" Max toyed with me.

"Your cock, Max. May I please see your cock again?"

"Not here baby doll. come home with me."

Very quickly I was in Max's nearby apartment. "There," he smiled dropping his trousers.

He stepped out of his pants and underwear giving me an unadulterated and wonderful view of his privates.

My dick was hard before I knew it. I reached out to touch it. Max stopped me. "There's a price to pay for that privilege, baby. First, you must take off your clothes."

Max watched me strip making a comment about my sexy panty.

I giggled and blushed. "Janice said the same thing but these are for men, Max."

Very soon I found myself naked in his shower stall on my knees. Max stood in front of me. Holding his cock, he told me the price I'd have to pay.

"I'm going to shower you with my piss baby. When I do, you'll taste the last of it from my cock. If you don't wish to become mine, you may want to dress and hit the road. Otherwise, ask me to make you my property."

I looked up at my friend. He wasn't joking. He wasn't being mean. He wanted me to be his. "Please Max," I heard myself ask. "Make me yours."

I saw the pee slit open as the torrent of warm urine washed over me. My pride, my dignity, my inhibitions were all pissed away down the shower drain.

Max aimed his cock at my loins and covered me there before his piss waned then dripped. Offering the large head to my lips, I slavishly opened my mouth to accept the last few drops. When Max was satisfied that he'd finished urinating, he pushed his cock into my open mouth. My eyes opened wide as I began to truly understand what it meant to belong to Max.

Whispering encouragement, Max told me he knew I'd serve him and his cock. "Baby doll, you have homo written all over you. You coming to me wearing panties was very respectful of you. Now get cleaned up and join me in my bed. I want to tell you what my plans are for me new submissive."

I showered wondering if I should stay or leave. Max had me beg to be his property. My curiosity got the better of me. After I showered I went naked to his bed.

He stopped me before I climbed in. "Go put your panties on, Billie," commanded. "I don't want that little flap of dick touching me."

Humiliated and hard, I retrieved my briefs. Explaining to Max that they weren't panties, he wouldn't hear of it. "As my slave, you'll wear what I tell you to wear. If those aren't panties, get some tomorrow."

Max had me lay beside him on my tummy so he could caress my pussy as he called my bottom.

"Baby doll, you have worn my mark on the outside and savored it in your mouth. That makes you mine. Understand?"

"I do. Max," I smiled to his stony and serious face.

"The act of you accepting my piss on you and in you tells me that you are unworthy of respect, Billie. You were placed on Earth to be used, for men to take pleasure from you. Men, Billie, not women. Not with that sad excuse for a dick. All that mean is you're the perfect slave for me."

"For starters, I expect you to work hard to earn my favor. You will never speak without being given permission. You will be naked or in panties when inside at all times regardless of who may be here or at the club where I expect you to be when I am there."

"In addition to duties I assign, you will offer your mouth to those I deem worthy of fucking your face. Consider yourself my girlfriends douche, cleaning my sperm from which ever hole I chose to fuck them."

Max then had me show him I could pleasure his cock directing me to suckle as he continued to lay out my future.

I found it easier when Max shoved his cock in my mouth. Now, instead of having it forced on me I voluntarily took his heavy tool in my hand and brought it my mouth. In my mind, I was surrendering to my future as Max's cock sucker.

I kissed the plum shaped head and tongued the pee slit from which I had already sipped. My other hand found his heavy balls which I held feeling their power as they churned what would be my first taste of Max's sperm.

"I knew when you didn't fight it when I stuck my piss coated thumb in your mouth you'd make me a perfect little bitch boy. You needed me to bring out the subservience cock pleasing faggot you were meant to be, right?"

"Mmm hmm," I agreed which his hardening cock 5" deep in my mouth. I was making my Dom's cock hard the first time I tried. I felt a sense of pride knowing I could be what he wanted me to be.

"Tomorrow when you come to me in panties, I'll take you to get fitted for a chastity tube and collar. Perhaps in the near future you might earn a tattoo or three. Would you like to be marked so all who see you know you belong to me Billie?"

In my mind it was settled immediately. "Please, sir. Let me show everyone you own me with your tattoos," I whispered as I jacked his saliva slick big cock.

Max chuckled. "I'm thinking of making you my home bathroom attendant slut. You'd be tasked with using your mouth to cleanse my guests organs of piss when they've finished taking their leaks. Would you like that baby? Men, women, fags like you, all letting you sample little tastes of their piss."

I shivered at the debauchery of the sexy idea and moaned, "ooooh God yesssss," I thought. "I will do what ever itis you want me to do, Sir," I said fully surrendering.

"Damn Billie, you're one sick bitch. I was only kidding but since you seem so eager to become a piss slut, you may get your wish."

Max was quiet, enjoying my efforts at sucking his cock. Raising his left knee and turning a little toward me, his hips began to move in time with my mouth and hand. "That's good, cock sucker. You have a talent as a cock sucker and I like sharing my good fortune with others. About that, I am not fooling. You will be turned out to whomever wants to empty their balls in your mouth."

It all sounded so horrifying and yet so damned sexy. Max was right. I needed a strong men like him to use me, make me his slave, make me his community cock sucker. I wanted it all.

I whimpered my acquiescence and worked my mouth up and down the spit covered shaft of my future.

Max shoved his cock deep in me while taking hold of my head and plundering the depths of my throat and my psyche. His sperm filled my body as his promises of many more cocks to service in my future filled me with a sense of belonging. I swallowed his gift knowing I was where I was meant to be.

Later, after I brought Sir his drink, he taught me to kneel at his side, my mouth shut, my knees spread. Every so often Max would reach down and scratch my head like I was his pet dog.

The next morning after he enjoyed the breakfast he had me make for him, he took me panty shopping. Selecting pastel colored thongs, Sir had me discard my male briefs at the store and wear the neon pink which he said would bring out the homo in me.

At an adult toy store where Sir knew the owner, Sir had me lower my pants to show off my pink thong before showing his friend my micro penis. "Got a tube to fit this faggot, George?"

Being exposed to George and his and Max's laughter was making my dick stand straight up.

"This little slut likes humiliation," George told Max.

"She gives a pretty good blow job. Want to try by slut out?"

"Maybe some other time Max. Let's find a tube small enough for this bitch."

Handing me a bright pink plastic tube that attached to my balls with a circular adjustable cinch and held in place with a little lock, Max decided it was perfect. "Lock that shit up, Billie," he said as he and George walked up to the front of the store.

I struggled but finally succeeded in placing myself in chastity. I hurried to Max and handed him they little key. "Here Sir. This is for you to decide when or if I'm to be freed."

Max and George exchanged knowing looks before Sir smiled and took the key.

Max taught me to walk one step behind him when we were out together getting in front of him only to open doors for him. It was all so serious and yet a serenity came over me. I had only to follow instructions. Thinking and decision making were behind me now. Sir told me he'd do all that for me.

Sir told me to go buy some ballet slippers to wear around his apartment while he checked in at Club Nostalgia and for me to meet him there.

I'd missed the day at work and asked for his permission to call. "Forget that, Billie. My bitch only works for her man."

I bought light pink ballet slippers and hurried to the club as instructed. Sir ignored me only looking up before going back to ordering liquor. then it hit him. "You should be doing this, Billie."

Max taught me how and when to take inventory. He wrote down the days the delivery people came by and warned me not to run out of anything.

I was busy doing inventory when Sir summoned me to the men's room. "Baby, I need to take a leak and want you to make sure I finished."

Max stood in front of the urinal and had me hold his cock while he emptied his bladder. "Strip it, Billie. Better do it right because your mouth will know if you don't."

I shook and stripped his big beautiful cock then knelt and took the head in my mouth. I can't be sure if I was hoping for a wayward drop or not. If I was, I would have been disappointed.

Sir put his cock back in his trousers. "Good job, baby doll. You'll be doing that a lot."

Remembering not to speak, I bowed in response to his compliment.

"Back to work and leave your pants and shirt in here. Remember what I told you about what you are supposed to wear here at at your new home."

I was in my pink thong and ballet slippers dusting liquor bottle when the shift employees began to arrive, "Look, Carl, Max has found another faggot to serve him," I heard them laughing. I blushed but continued my work.

Sir must have heard the commotion. Coming from his office in back, he confirmed his employees suspicions. "Billie is my new girl. If you treat her right, she might share her talents with you."

I blushed from head to toe and my dick hurt while trying to get hard in its new home. Sir came over and pushed up behind me. "She sucks a nice cock. Trust me on that," he said with a semi-hard spank on my exposed ass. He wanted his employees to enjoy seeing the hand print he left on it.

When I finished I joined my Master in his office. Sir had finished his paperwork and told me to take my position while he waited on someone special.

I knelt beside him, mouth shut, knees spread. I was holding that position when Janice entered without knocking.

"Oh my God, Max. I didn't believe you but it's true."

I was so very embarrassed seeing my first woman seeing me like I was but I did not move.

"I told you Billie would be the perfect slave. She gives pretty good head for a beginner don't you Billie?"

"Yes Sir. thank you."

Janice giggled. "Why do you call Billie she, Max?"

"You saw her naked. She's certainly not a man."

"We can agree on that," she chuckled climbing on Max's lap.

I wanted to see what they were doing but kept my face turned as instructed. "Lock the door, bitch," Sir said.

I rose and went to the door and locked it. When I returned to the couple, Max had stretched out and Janice had her short skirt up around her hips. She had fished Sir's hard cock out and was trying to put it in her pussy.

"Hold my cock for Janice, Billie," Sir commanded.

Janice had her sexy ass facing me laying face down on my Master. I held his cock at her opening and watched as she slid down until his whole cock was inside her.

"On your knees. slut. Lick my balls and her ass while we fuck."

"Oh my God," I thought. "How fucking nasty and sexy is this?"

I did my best to get my mouth on Sir's balls but was only able to tongue them. I licked up until I found Janice's secret place. I tongued her anus hearing her moan in response.

From her asshole to Sir's balls, I tended to the rutting couple like a good slave with my sorry excuse for a dick hurting more and more as my own excitement increased.

I admired Sir's stamina and the many times Janice climaxed with his cock in her.

I may sound pathetic to you reading this but to be included in their intercourse was the single most arousing event of my life.

Even with my face planted between Janice's buttocks I heard Sir growl and tell her he was cumming.

The violent thrashing caused me to pull back as the couple enjoyed a most wonderful orgasm together.

As they relaxed, I returned to my assigned task of licking Sir's balls and tongue fucking Janice's asshole.

In short order, Sir had me lay on my back with Janice straddling my face. His thick tangy sperm flowed from her well fucked pussy into my welcoming mouth.

"I taught this faggot how to eat pussy Max. She learned her lessons well."

"When she let me put my piss coated thumb in her mouth, I knew Billie had little or no character. She was a slave looking for her Master. Right bitch?"

"Mmm hmm," I acknowledged with my pussy covered mouth.

"I wondered why you wanted me to go home with your slave, Max. I figured it out once I had her eat her own discharge when she came before getting that itty bitty dick in me."

Sir laughed. "Reach back and feel that sorry dick."

I felt Janice's hand on my chastity tube. "Good idea Max. Her useless dick should have never been allowed to be free."

My entire body burned with humiliation. Hearing that Sir set me up with Janice to see how I'd respond to a female's vagina spoke to Sir's foresight. He had his suspicion that I'd fail miserably when it came to having normal sex with women. My tryst with Janice was his proof.

Sir understood me better than I did myself. I was made to serve, take direction, and give what pleasure I could to a real man. Sir was that man.

Janice straightened her skirt as I suckled the evidence of their coupling from Sir's huge cock. She even caressed my big bottom as I applied my skill to my Master's manhood.

Sir had me walk Janice to her car. "Serve Max well, baby girl," she advised me. "He knows what one like you needs to feel alive and useful.

"Yes, ma'am," I said hoping no one would see me in my pretty pink panty on the street.

"You're sweet baby. You make a better douche than you ever would a man. Sucking cocks is your truth. Enjoy your new normal."

Sir had me stay at the club with him until he felt comfortable to leave. Sir told me to get dressed. Taking me back to his place, I asked for permission to ask him a question which he gave. "Sir, I heard you say that I work for you and your apartment is now my new home. Does that mean what I think it does, Sir?"

Sir looked at me in a funny way. "Are you trying to tell me you'd like to keep your job and residence?"

My moment of truth flooded over me. "Oh no Sir. I just wanted to be able to give notice to both my apartment manager and my boss at work."

I could tell right off that he was pleased with my response. "Give them both what ever you need but as for work, you will not be going back."

"What about my clothes and furniture, Sir" I inquired softly.

"You have no need for either, Billie. I have furniture enough for me and floor space enough for your faggot ass. As for clothes, your old wardrobe is unsuitable for your new life. Don't you agree?"

There was no question that I agreed with Sir. I would find myself agreeing with him on everything. He is a real man, I am his eager slave, grateful he felt me worthy to take as his possession.

True to his word about enough floor space, I was denied the privilege of using furniture. I sat or knelt on the floor depending on Sir's wish. He provided a mat for me to sleep on at the foot of his bed. He included me in everything. If he brought a woman home, I was included in their love making. If he had his man friends visiting, I slavishly sucked the cock of any man who Sir directed me to.

Sir had his own ideas about how to expose me. If men were visiting, I wore my thong panties. If a Lady was in his home, I was naked but for my ballet slippers. He loved showing my chastity tube.

I waited on my Master hand and foot and when he felt his mark may be wearing off, I'd kneel in the shower and he'd anoint me with a warm golden shower. If I had been especially well-behaved, Sir would reward me by allowing me to free my sorry excuse for a dick to receive his warm golden blessing. Telling me to beat off before I showered, he'd leave me to my debasement after I suckled any remaining drops of piss from his cock.

One rainy Sunday when the club was closed, Sir wanted to talk openly and honestly. He asked how I could allow myself to be pissed on and gratefully ingest any remaining urine from his cock.

"Sir, before you did that the first time, I never would have imagined anyone doing that to me. But there is something about you Sir. I can't explain it. It's that you know me so much better than I do. If you felt that taking a leak on me and having me taste your pee-pee was good for me, is what I needed, I believe you Sir. I believe in you and am thankful for your owning me."

Sir chuckled. "So you're happy then?"

"Never happier Sir," I gushed enthusiastically.

"What would you think if I told you I've been thinking about fucking that fat pussy you're toting behind you?"

"Sir, if that would please you then it would please me. After all, Sir, I'm your property body and soul. The Lord knows you've spanked it many times when I've fallen short of your expectations."

That caused Sir to laugh out loud. "That I have my pretty girl. That I have."

Sir told me that he was planning a 70's disco themed party at his club. "I think you appearing as Tinker Billie naked but for your chastity tube, ballet slippers, and some transparent dragon fly- type wings would be a hit. Janice has already agreed to wear as little as possible without being arrested."

"Sir? Why Tinker Billie? Wasn't Tinkerbelle a fairy from Peter Pan?"

Sir's answer left no room for dissension. "Has it escaped you that you are a fairy?"

I honestly hadn't considered myself as being gay before then. I was an accomplished cock sucker and seeing my Master's cock aroused me even when he was using it to mark me.

"Sir, I apologize for questioning you. I am gay although I don't think I was before you befriended me."

"Befriended you?" Sir laughed. "I gave you a choice whether or not to become my property. We're not friends, bitch. You are nothing more than my slave, my cock sucker, and coming soon to my faggot, my go-to pussy."

Monday morning found me trailing Sir as we walked to a pet store. "Time for my bitch to get her collar," he informed me earlier.

All I had on were some very tight and very short pink satin hotpants, ballet slippers, and a cropped sleeveless pink T-shirt. My shorts were so tight that my chastity tube was perfectly outlined for curious eyes to see.

While I had kept my hair somewhat longish, Sir instructed me to let it grow. He was molding me into a effeminate sissy like my friend johnnie. I know that because he stated it as a matter of fact.

Sir selected a pink leather collar with a leash. The leash was a surprise to me. When I queried the purpose, Sir patiently explained that his man friends would use it to lead me to the bathroom at home or the office for me to make sure their bladder was completely emptied.

Much to my arousal, many people watched Sir led me home holding the leash attached to my collar. I so badly needed to masturbate when we reached his apartment.

I begged my Master for his permission to allow me to jack off. He had other ideas.

Sir had me undress him. While on my knees sucking his cock to its full magnificence, he told me it was time for me to lose my virginity.

Leading me into his bedroom using my new leash, Sir reached into his nightstand and handed me a rubber. "You're going to cum when I fuck you, Billie. This will collect your nasty discharge.

Sir handed me the key to my chastity device which I gladly removed. Placing the rubber over my erect dick, I went to Sir when he motioned for me to come to him.

Sir had me leave my collar and leash on when he positioned me on my knees facing the large mirror. "I've taken your manhood, your pride, and your dignity. Now you get to watch me take your virgin ass and complete your conversion to a complete cock craving faggot."

His words sent thrilling chills through me. I gasped when I felt Sir roughly smear a lubricant on my big bottom.

The large plum head teased me, rubbing up and down my crack. Then the pressure of Sir pushing in.

His hands on my hips calmed me as I watched in the mirror grimacing at the searing pain. I felt his cock was going to rip me apart. His slow penetration was appreciated as was the smile on his face I saw in the mirror.

I suffered in silence wondering how anyone could enjoy being fucked.

Tears streamed down my cheeks by the time Sir was fully inside me. Pausing, he assured me that the pain would ease up and I would enjoy becoming his sweet faggot slave. "I promise you, cunt, you'll whore yourself out to real men just to feel a cock in your pussy."

I wasn't totally convinced even as the pain left me. By the third time Sir slid his full length back in, it began to feel okay. Then it felt good. Then, very quickly his cock had taken me from the hellish pain to the gates of ecstasy.

Sir took a handful of my hair forcing me to look into the mirror. "You little slut. Look at your face. Tell your Master you don't love being my bitch."

I couldn't deny my Master. His cock filled my bottom and my senses. "Oh God, Sir," I moaned. "I love your cock in my pussy."

"Whose pussy?" He sneered.

"Your pussy Sir. It's your pussy. My whole body belongs to you. Fuck your bitch hard, Sir, please fuck me harder."

I felt my Master give my bottom a spank. "That's my girl," he grinned. "I knew you were a homo. Nothing about you says you're man. Nothing. You have gone through life silently screaming, "Use me, Fuck me, Please let me suck your cock." You have finally gotten what you needed and I've shown what you were always meant to be."

"Oooh God," I shuddered as I felt the condom being filled with my discharge. My Master was right. He knew what I needed, what I was meant to be.

"Oh God Sir, thank you. Thank you for giving me what I needed and showing me my true self."

I bucked back and forward against my Man as he stayed still allowing me to fuck myself on his wonderful cock. I saw the look of triumph, of satisfaction on his handsome face knowing he had made me his unworthy slave.

Sir gritted his teeth and cursed me as he filled his bitch with his sperm. "You fucking sexy, low down slut, I wish I could knock your faggot ass up."

I felt his cock expand and jerk several times during his sexy diatribe. When he finally deflated and pulled away, Sir led me to the shower using my leash to hurry me along.

"That was good bitch. I still prefer women but you are 90% bitch so I'll be taking what's mine again."

"Now I have to take a leak bitch. Would you like to take part in that?"

My answer was silent. I reached for his cock, aimed at me, and turned my face up to accept his blessing.

"Good answer slut," he complimented my choice.

His hot piss splattered against my face before I lowered his cock to my chest, then my privates.

When the drops fell, I leaned forward without being told and suckled them. It wasn't that I enjoyed the taste. Oh hell no. But I was his property and he not only expected this act from me; he deserved it.

When his bladder was empty, Sir told me to remove the condom. "Don't spill any of your nasty discharge bitch. I want you to empty all of that into your mouth."

I savored his urine on the out side of the rubber before squeezing my cum from the inside.

Satisfied that I had done what he told me to do, Sir walked away telling me to shower and brush my teeth.