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Our lunch had just arrived when Master Thom cracked that wicked smile of his and said, “Take off your shirt, boy.”
Inwardly, I groaned, but outwardly I just reached up, grabbed the top of my tank-top and pulled it off my chest.
“Okay, boy,” Master Thom continued, “now the shorts.”
‘Oh, fuck,’ I thought. But I did what I was told, and slipped off my shorts even though I wasn’t wearing any underwear, as Master Thom well-knew since it was his order that I go commando at all times when I was in public. Of course, at home I was always buck naked, but right now, except for my sandals I was buck naked in a public restaurant.
“Okay, boy,” he continued, openly laughing as he sat next to me. “Now let’s see you play with your boy-tits.”
That was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do, knowing how playing with my tits always made me bone-up something fierce. I looked around hoping that nobody was noticing what I was doing, but I didn’t dare refuse a direct order, so I started playing with my boy-tits. And, sure enough, in twenty seconds I was sporting full-wood. Jesus, what if someone saw me? It was so humiliating, being in a public restaurant, naked, playing with my tits, throwing a bone.
I was still working my boy-tits when Master Thom suddenly reached over and grabbed my boydick and squeezed. Hard. I squealed aloud despite myself and squirmed on the banquette. “I see you’re hard as a rail, you horny little slut,” Master Thom observed with a grin, not letting go of my throbbing erection. “That’s good,” he continued, his grin growing broader, “because now I want you to jack off on your food, bitch.”
I looked at Master Thom sitting next to me in the booth, my eyes pleading with him not to make me do this. But his eyes were twinkling with his amusement, and I knew he wasn’t about to relent. So, blushing beet red, I reached down between my legs and, as soon as Master Thom released his hold on my aching boy-dick, began jacking my already hard cock.
Master Thom hadn’t let me cum in over a week, so it didn’t take long before I knew I was going to explode. I shot him one, last pleading look which was met by a gleeful smirk from him, and then eased myself up a little and sprayed my load all over my food. And it was a big load, too. Seven long streams of my boy-seed shooting all over my french fries and hamburger before I’d even taken a bite. By the time I finished my orgasm, my entire plate was coated with my ball-scuzz.
Then, no sooner had I sat down, than the waiter came over to our table. He was a young dude, maybe 18 or 19, probably a college-boy working part-time. “Do you need anything else, sir,” he managed to say before he noticed that I was naked. I tried to scoot forward to hide my cock, but he was standing at just the right angle to make than impossible. I thought I’d die of embarrassment and shame, sitting there buck-assed naked in a public restaurant, with a hard boner jutting up from my shaven crotch, cum covering my food.
I could see the scorn in the boy’s eyes as he took in the entire scene. He didn’t even try to hide his own smirk as he turned to Master Thom and said, “I see your boy likes his food well-seasoned.” Master Thom let out a loud guffaw and I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. It was so fucking humiliating, being publicly mocked like that. But worse was to come.
“Might I make a suggestion, sir,” the waiter continued. “With seasoning like that, I don’t think a coke would do the meal justice. Might I suggest a nice big glass of fresh, warm Man-pee for your boy. I’m sure it would make his lunch even more tasty.”
Master Thom’s face was just glowing as he responded, “I didn’t notice fresh pee anyplace on the menu.”
As smooth as silk, the waiter replied, “It’s an off-menu item, sir. But when certain customers request it, the staff is always happy to provide it.”
“Well, in that case,” Master Thom, said, “I’m sure Andrew would enjoy a big glass of fresh warm pee with his lunch, wouldn’t you, boy?”
My face felt like it was literally on fire as I forced myself to look at the waiter and say, “Yes, please. I would…I would enjoy that.”
“I’ll be right back, then,” the waiter responded with a chuckle, “with your pee.”
I sat there in the booth, feeling more naked than I had felt even in the backroom of The Anchor when Master Thom had stripped me down and offered my pussy to anyone interested, waiting for the teenage waiter to return with the glass of piss. And in less than five minutes he was back, with a large glass filled to the brim with a sickly looking, yellow-tinged liquid.
“Here it is, boy,” he said with a grin as he placed the glass in front of me. “The other waiter, Mark, and the cook, Diego, helped me prepare it.” Suppressing a laugh, he turned to go before stopping and turning back around. “Oh, yes,” he said, “seeing how much you obviously love seasoning, I seasoned the pee myself. Hope you enjoy it.” And now, openly laughing at me, he walked away.
Looking at the glass in front of me, I could see long strands of what was obviously the waiter’s ball-slime floating all through the glass of piss. It was all I could do to keep from crying in my embarrassment.
“Eat up, boy,” I heard Master Thom tell me. “I expect you to be a member of the clean-plate club today. And the empty glass club, too.”
“Yes, sir,” I responded in a whisper. Then, looking up, I asked, “Sir, could I at least put my shorts on while I eat.”
“No, boy,” Master Thom replied, clearly enjoying my humiliation, “you stay the way that you are until you’re finished eating. Then we’ll see about letting you put some clothes back on.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled. I looked at my cum-slimed food and then reached down, picked up a french fry that was dripping with my ball-seed, and stuck it into my mouth. I’d of course tasted my own cum many times before but, somehow, having it coat my food, it tasted especially foul. I forced myself to reach forward and pick up the glass of the piss that the waiter and the rest of the staff had provided. I took a big slug and swallowed it. And, even as I did, I could feel a long strand of the waiter’s cum slithering down my throat, making me cough. Looking up, I don’t think I’d ever seen Master Thom so pleased with himself.
Somehow, I managed to eat everything on my plate and drink the entire glass of the staff’s piss and the waiter’s cum. I don’t think I had ever felt so completely humiliated in my life. A few minutes later, the waiter came by to clear the table but when he reached for my plate, Master Thom stopped him. “I think there’s still some remnants of the meal on the plate, boy,” he said. “Why don’t you lick it clean just to make sure you got it all.”
After all he had put be through that afternoon, I couldn’t believe that he still wanted to humiliate me more. I’m sure my face was a brilliant red as I picked up the plate and, pursuant to Master Thom’s orders, licked it clean in front of the waiter.
As I handed the plate to the waiter, I could see that he was enjoying my embarrassment as much as Master Thom was. When he picked up the glass I had emptied, he turned to Master Thom and asked, “Would your boy like another glass of fresh Man-pee before he goes? One for the road?”
“That’s an enticing offer,” Master Thom chuckled, “but, unfortunately, we have to be going. We’ll just have the check, when you get a chance.”
“Coming up, sir,” the waiter said. “Right away.”
While the waiter was writing up the bill, Master Thom told me I could put my shorts back on. But when I picked up my tank-top, he stopped me. “Leave it, Andrew,” he directed. “If you’re a brazen enough whore to eat your lunch buck-naked in a public restaurant, I don’t see how you could have any objection to parading around shirtless for the rest of the afternoon.”
Considering everything Master Thom had put me through already, I know being forced to go shirtless in public seems a small thing, even taking into account the fact that my shorts hung low on my hips and, seeing how I wasn’t wearing underwear, most of my totally shaven groin and the top part of my ass-cleft would be clearly visible to any passers-by. Still, it was just one more humiliation piled on all the others. But Master Thom wasn’t done with me yet.
A couple minutes later, the waiter came back with the bill. He was about to leave when Master Thom stopped him. “Forgive me for asking, but when do you get off work?”
If the waiter was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. “At three o’clock, sir,” he replied. “About an hour from now.”
“Well,” Master Thom explained, “you’ve provided exceptional service today and I wanted to give you a choice. I could either leave a 25 percent tip or I could give you the opportunity to fuck my bitch’s pussy later this afternoon. The choice is yours, but I will say that Andrew has a really tight pussy between his sweet butt-cheeks.”
The waiter paused while he considered Master Thom’s offer of my ass. Finally, he responded. “I’m sure your bitch’s pussy would be a lot of fun to fuck. But, to be honest, I’m not sure he could handle my cock, sir.”
That response did surprise my Master. “Well, just how big is your cock, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eleven inches, sir,” the waiter responded. “And it’s thick, too.”
“Actually, sir, it’s more like eleven and a half inches,” the waiter responded, almost looking a little embarrassed as he did.
“Fuck!” Master Thom exclaimed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a 30 percent tip AND invite you over to fuck the bitch’s cunt. And trust me, Andrew will take every inch of your cock, all eleven and a half of them. No matter how much it hurts him. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds great, sir,” the waiter replied with a big grin. “Just give me your address and I’ll come by after work. I’ll be there by 4:00 p.m. I’ll want to stop home first to freshen up.”
“Don’t bother with that,” Master Thom told him, as he filled out the bill and scribbled down our address. “I’ll have Andrew give you a full-body tongue bath when you get to our place. That’ll be a nice warm-up before you go to town on his fag-cunt. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. So, say we plan on getting together at say 3:20 p.m.?”
“Sounds perfect, sir,” the waiter replied. “I’ll be there by 3:20 p.m..”
“Call me ‘Thom,’ Master Thom said as he handed him the check back.
“I’m Scott,” the waiter replied.
“And you know my bitch, Andrew,” Master Thom continued.
“Not as well as I’m planning to,” Scott replied with a leer.
I just sat there in shock. Hoping against hope that Scott was lying about how big he was. But, as I was doomed to find out, he wasn’t. He was eleven and a half inches – at least. And he was thick, too, just like he said he was. And he fucked like a goddamn bull. A goddamn, rampaging bull.
Master Thom had to gag me while Scott was fucking me, I was screaming so loud. And even though that was three days ago, my pussy is still sore from that session. And Scott – Master Scott, as I’ve been told to call him – is coming by tonight for another go-round with me. And I’m terrified at the prospect of having him fuck me again. But what can I do? I’m a faggot whore and my Master wants to see me getting totally reamed-out again by Master Scott’s monstrous horse-cock. What can I do? What on earth can I do? Oh, God, I am so fucked. So incredibly fucked. Though nowhere near as fucked as I will be tonight. Nowhere near. Oh, fuck!
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Our lunch had just arrived when Master Thom cracked that wicked smile of his and said, “Take off your shirt, boy.”
Inwardly, I groaned, but outwardly I just reached up, grabbed the top of my tank-top and pulled it off my chest.
“Okay, boy,” Master Thom continued, “now the shorts.”
‘Oh, fuck,’ I thought. But I did what I was told, and slipped off my shorts even though I wasn’t wearing any underwear, as Master Thom well-knew since it was his order that I go commando at all times when I was in public. Of course, at home I was always buck naked, but right now, except for my sandals I was buck naked in a public restaurant.
“Okay, boy,” he continued, openly laughing as he sat next to me. “Now let’s see you play with your boy-tits.”
That was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do, knowing how playing with my tits always made me bone-up something fierce. I looked around hoping that nobody was noticing what I was doing, but I didn’t dare refuse a direct order, so I started playing with my boy-tits. And, sure enough, in twenty seconds I was sporting full-wood. Jesus, what if someone saw me? It was so humiliating, being in a public restaurant, naked, playing with my tits, throwing a bone.
I was still working my boy-tits when Master Thom suddenly reached over and grabbed my boydick and squeezed. Hard. I squealed aloud despite myself and squirmed on the banquette. “I see you’re hard as a rail, you horny little slut,” Master Thom observed with a grin, not letting go of my throbbing erection. “That’s good,” he continued, his grin growing broader, “because now I want you to jack off on your food, bitch.”
I looked at Master Thom sitting next to me in the booth, my eyes pleading with him not to make me do this. But his eyes were twinkling with his amusement, and I knew he wasn’t about to relent. So, blushing beet red, I reached down between my legs and, as soon as Master Thom released his hold on my aching boy-dick, began jacking my already hard cock.
Master Thom hadn’t let me cum in over a week, so it didn’t take long before I knew I was going to explode. I shot him one, last pleading look which was met by a gleeful smirk from him, and then eased myself up a little and sprayed my load all over my food. And it was a big load, too. Seven long streams of my boy-seed shooting all over my french fries and hamburger before I’d even taken a bite. By the time I finished my orgasm, my entire plate was coated with my ball-scuzz.
Then, no sooner had I sat down, than the waiter came over to our table. He was a young dude, maybe 18 or 19, probably a college-boy working part-time. “Do you need anything else, sir,” he managed to say before he noticed that I was naked. I tried to scoot forward to hide my cock, but he was standing at just the right angle to make than impossible. I thought I’d die of embarrassment and shame, sitting there buck-assed naked in a public restaurant, with a hard boner jutting up from my shaven crotch, cum covering my food.
I could see the scorn in the boy’s eyes as he took in the entire scene. He didn’t even try to hide his own smirk as he turned to Master Thom and said, “I see your boy likes his food well-seasoned.” Master Thom let out a loud guffaw and I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. It was so fucking humiliating, being publicly mocked like that. But worse was to come.
“Might I make a suggestion, sir,” the waiter continued. “With seasoning like that, I don’t think a coke would do the meal justice. Might I suggest a nice big glass of fresh, warm Man-pee for your boy. I’m sure it would make his lunch even more tasty.”
Master Thom’s face was just glowing as he responded, “I didn’t notice fresh pee anyplace on the menu.”
As smooth as silk, the waiter replied, “It’s an off-menu item, sir. But when certain customers request it, the staff is always happy to provide it.”
“Well, in that case,” Master Thom, said, “I’m sure Andrew would enjoy a big glass of fresh warm pee with his lunch, wouldn’t you, boy?”
My face felt like it was literally on fire as I forced myself to look at the waiter and say, “Yes, please. I would…I would enjoy that.”
“I’ll be right back, then,” the waiter responded with a chuckle, “with your pee.”
I sat there in the booth, feeling more naked than I had felt even in the backroom of The Anchor when Master Thom had stripped me down and offered my pussy to anyone interested, waiting for the teenage waiter to return with the glass of piss. And in less than five minutes he was back, with a large glass filled to the brim with a sickly looking, yellow-tinged liquid.
“Here it is, boy,” he said with a grin as he placed the glass in front of me. “The other waiter, Mark, and the cook, Diego, helped me prepare it.” Suppressing a laugh, he turned to go before stopping and turning back around. “Oh, yes,” he said, “seeing how much you obviously love seasoning, I seasoned the pee myself. Hope you enjoy it.” And now, openly laughing at me, he walked away.
Looking at the glass in front of me, I could see long strands of what was obviously the waiter’s ball-slime floating all through the glass of piss. It was all I could do to keep from crying in my embarrassment.
“Eat up, boy,” I heard Master Thom tell me. “I expect you to be a member of the clean-plate club today. And the empty glass club, too.”
“Yes, sir,” I responded in a whisper. Then, looking up, I asked, “Sir, could I at least put my shorts on while I eat.”
“No, boy,” Master Thom replied, clearly enjoying my humiliation, “you stay the way that you are until you’re finished eating. Then we’ll see about letting you put some clothes back on.”
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled. I looked at my cum-slimed food and then reached down, picked up a french fry that was dripping with my ball-seed, and stuck it into my mouth. I’d of course tasted my own cum many times before but, somehow, having it coat my food, it tasted especially foul. I forced myself to reach forward and pick up the glass of the piss that the waiter and the rest of the staff had provided. I took a big slug and swallowed it. And, even as I did, I could feel a long strand of the waiter’s cum slithering down my throat, making me cough. Looking up, I don’t think I’d ever seen Master Thom so pleased with himself.
Somehow, I managed to eat everything on my plate and drink the entire glass of the staff’s piss and the waiter’s cum. I don’t think I had ever felt so completely humiliated in my life. A few minutes later, the waiter came by to clear the table but when he reached for my plate, Master Thom stopped him. “I think there’s still some remnants of the meal on the plate, boy,” he said. “Why don’t you lick it clean just to make sure you got it all.”
After all he had put be through that afternoon, I couldn’t believe that he still wanted to humiliate me more. I’m sure my face was a brilliant red as I picked up the plate and, pursuant to Master Thom’s orders, licked it clean in front of the waiter.
As I handed the plate to the waiter, I could see that he was enjoying my embarrassment as much as Master Thom was. When he picked up the glass I had emptied, he turned to Master Thom and asked, “Would your boy like another glass of fresh Man-pee before he goes? One for the road?”
“That’s an enticing offer,” Master Thom chuckled, “but, unfortunately, we have to be going. We’ll just have the check, when you get a chance.”
“Coming up, sir,” the waiter said. “Right away.”
While the waiter was writing up the bill, Master Thom told me I could put my shorts back on. But when I picked up my tank-top, he stopped me. “Leave it, Andrew,” he directed. “If you’re a brazen enough whore to eat your lunch buck-naked in a public restaurant, I don’t see how you could have any objection to parading around shirtless for the rest of the afternoon.”
Considering everything Master Thom had put me through already, I know being forced to go shirtless in public seems a small thing, even taking into account the fact that my shorts hung low on my hips and, seeing how I wasn’t wearing underwear, most of my totally shaven groin and the top part of my ass-cleft would be clearly visible to any passers-by. Still, it was just one more humiliation piled on all the others. But Master Thom wasn’t done with me yet.
A couple minutes later, the waiter came back with the bill. He was about to leave when Master Thom stopped him. “Forgive me for asking, but when do you get off work?”
If the waiter was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. “At three o’clock, sir,” he replied. “About an hour from now.”
“Well,” Master Thom explained, “you’ve provided exceptional service today and I wanted to give you a choice. I could either leave a 25 percent tip or I could give you the opportunity to fuck my bitch’s pussy later this afternoon. The choice is yours, but I will say that Andrew has a really tight pussy between his sweet butt-cheeks.”
The waiter paused while he considered Master Thom’s offer of my ass. Finally, he responded. “I’m sure your bitch’s pussy would be a lot of fun to fuck. But, to be honest, I’m not sure he could handle my cock, sir.”
That response did surprise my Master. “Well, just how big is your cock, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eleven inches, sir,” the waiter responded. “And it’s thick, too.”
“Eleven inches?” Master Thom repeated, questioningly.
“Actually, sir, it’s more like eleven and a half inches,” the waiter responded, almost looking a little embarrassed as he did.
“Fuck!” Master Thom exclaimed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a 30 percent tip AND invite you over to fuck the bitch’s cunt. And trust me, Andrew will take every inch of your cock, all eleven and a half of them. No matter how much it hurts him. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds great, sir,” the waiter replied with a big grin. “Just give me your address and I’ll come by after work. I’ll be there by 4:00 p.m. I’ll want to stop home first to freshen up.”
“Don’t bother with that,” Master Thom told him, as he filled out the bill and scribbled down our address. “I’ll have Andrew give you a full-body tongue bath when you get to our place. That’ll be a nice warm-up before you go to town on his fag-cunt. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. So, say we plan on getting together at say 3:20 p.m.?”
“Sounds perfect, sir,” the waiter replied. “I’ll be there by 3:20 p.m..”
“Call me ‘Thom,’ Master Thom said as he handed him the check back.
“I’m Scott,” the waiter replied.
“And you know my bitch, Andrew,” Master Thom continued.
“Not as well as I’m planning to,” Scott replied with a leer.
I just sat there in shock. Hoping against hope that Scott was lying about how big he was. But, as I was doomed to find out, he wasn’t. He was eleven and a half inches – at least. And he was thick, too, just like he said he was. And he fucked like a goddamn bull. A goddamn, rampaging bull.
Master Thom had to gag me while Scott was fucking me, I was screaming so loud. And even though that was three days ago, my pussy is still sore from that session. And Scott – Master Scott, as I’ve been told to call him – is coming by tonight for another go-round with me. And I’m terrified at the prospect of having him fuck me again. But what can I do? I’m a faggot whore and my Master wants to see me getting totally reamed-out again by Master Scott’s monstrous horse-cock. What can I do? What on earth can I do? Oh, God, I am so fucked. So incredibly fucked. Though nowhere near as fucked as I will be tonight. Nowhere near. Oh, fuck!