My throat burned from all the cigarettes I'd smoked, and shots of whiskey I'd drank. Sitting at this bar for the last several hours was beginning to bore me. I had seen several interesting-looking men, but just didn't seem to have the motivation to approach any of them. I figured I'd spend another night at home alone, jacking myself lazily, was what I had to look forward to. I was wrong.

I stepped up from my barstool and headed to the john to take a last piss before I walked down the block to my small apartment to retire for the night. My head was foggy from the booze, but I was able to walk alright, I wasn't dizzy or anything. I made my way to the bathroom and entered, walking twords the line up of urinals on the wall. As I stood before the urinal and fumbled with my jeans, I heard the door swing open and footsteps enter the john.

I turned my head and saw a nice-looking stud come up to the urinal next to me, and proceed to take out his cock. He looked to be somewhere between 25 or 30, and was pretty muscular. He had a nice face, with big green eyes and reddish whiskers on his chin. His hair was also reddish and cut short in back, but longer in the front. I found him pretty appealing. I had by then taken my own cock out of my pants and was holding it, waiting to piss. I watched as he took his long cock from his pants, and he looked over at me as he felt my eyes on him. His cock was halfway hard, but it didn't stop him from pissing at all. He pulled on it a time or two, pushing and pulling his foreskin over its big purple head, and then pulled it back one last time and began to piss.

But once this attractive stud started letting the piss flow from his cock, he abruptly turned just a bit and aimed it on my cock. This guy was pissing on my dick! Somehow I managed to stand still after he surprised me with this act, and just let my cock get pissed on by this stranger. I still had my one hand holding it, and as the moments passed and I felt this guy's hot piss on me, I started to become erect and pulling a little on my own cock. As I did, I felt his piss hitting my hand. It was strangely exciting to me. I looked this guy in the face as he continued to piss on my now hard cock, and he met my eyes with a smile. I was starting to notice that not only was his piss spashing onto my hand, but the fly of my jeans as well. A big wet spot was beginning to appear on the front of my jeans. But at that moment his stream of piss subsided, and he started stroking his meat again with droplets of piss still leaking from it.
I looked down at my own wet, hard cock, and I really had to piss at this point. It was a bit distracting, having this sexy guy standing next to me, jerking. But I did the best I could to block that from my thoughts so I could empty my bladder too. I closed my eyes and was able to start pissing. As soon as I did, the guy dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. This fucker was drinking my piss! I had never pissed into someone's mouth before, but I hafta tell ya, it felt awesome. The guy took my pissing cock all the way to his throat and swallowed fast and hungrily. I couldn't help moaning, it really felt good. I put my hand on the back of his head, as if I needed to hold it there. This guy wasn't going anywhere till I was finished pissing. I could see that he was really into it. after a few more moments, he had completely drained me, and I waited for him to release my cock from his jaws. He didn't seem to want to do that, he just kept his mouth on my wet cock and started moving up and down my shaft. I pulled my meat from him and said, "No, not here. I live right down the street. Why don'tcha come on over?"

The guy stood up quickly and put his cock back into his pants.
"Sounds great man, I'm ready."
I went to put my own cock away for the short walk home, and realized how wet the front of my pants were. Oh well, I figured that it wouldn't be the first time the bartender saw a guy with wet pants. But he didn't even notice as we slipped out the door together.

The sexy stranger followed close to me as we walked briskly twords my apartment. We were there in no time, and he was following me up the stairs like a stray puppy. This was feeling a little strange at this point, we didn't even know each other's names or exchanged hardly any words. Both of us only had one thing on our minds apparently. Getting off.

As I swung the door open and he followed me inside my small front room, his hand quickly went to the wet buldge in my pants. He squeezed my cock hard and came forward to kiss me on the mouth. I didn't resist, and met his open mouth with mine and he sucked my tongue hungrily. He broke the kiss and started fumbling with my fly, and said, "Man that was so hot drinking your piss from you. I'm so glad you let me..I haven't been fed for days."

"So you're really into that, huh," I said, "a regular piss pig."
"Oh definetly. But it dosen't stop there, sexy. Let me show you all the ways I can please you and be your slave."
This sounded good to me. He had now gotten my pants undone and went to his knees in front of me once again, pulling my jeans to my ankles. I slipped off my shoes and stepped from my pants, as my hard cock swung in his face. I played into the game he seemed to like so well.
"Ok, you dirty little bitch, suck that cock good," I said as I started forcing his mouth on my dick again. "Suck me you little piss slave."
My words excited him and he stared eagerly sucking my cock. As he did I once again held his head tight to my groin and tried to choke him with my throbbing meat. He opened his throat for my cock and let me in as far as it could go. I then began to fuck his pretty face forcefully, moaning as I did, spitting out various degrading remarks.
"Oh yeah you little slut, suck that cock. Suck it good, and get ready to eat my cum, bitch. You're gonna get a mouthful in a minute, so get ready you dirty little faggot."
The more I talked the harder he sucked. He seemed to love the way I verbally abused him. It was pretty fun for me too. I hadn't found myself in this sort of position in quite a while. There had been times I'd been dominating, but it certainly wasn't my usual role. This was getting good.
The piss-pig on his knees, sucking my cock harder and harder, began jacking his own dick through his pants.

"I didn't tell you you could touch yourself, faggot!" As I yelled this at him he took his hands away from his crotch and looked up at me with his mouth full of my dick. "Don't you fucking touch yourself until I tell you to do so, slut. Do you understand?"
He nodded yes and continued sucking me. I was finding this dominating role easier by the minute. I was liking it alot. I held the base of my cock with one hand, and the other still held the back of his head. I was getting close to creaming in his mouth. I felt the electricity as my balls began to stir, and finally felt the cum rise to my cock and shoot into my slave's throat. I grunted loudly with each spurt of semen I fed to my slave, and he gobbled it up hungrily. After a moment, I pulled my cock from his lips. I had got off really good in this guy's mouth, but I still had an urge to use him more. I wondered when I might have this opporitunity to have a slave again would be. I had no idea, so I figured I'd better get it while the gettin' was good. I saw that his poor cock was still rock hard, and thought for a moment about how else I could abuse my guest.

"Ok, faggot, get outta those pants now," I said cooly. He quickly stripped from all his clothing and stood before me naked. He was built really well. He didn't have the physical appearance of what I'd imagine a slave to be at all. He was tall and strong-looking, his broad chest covered with soft reddish hair, the same hair that surrounded his very hard cock.

"Can I please touch my cock now, Sir?"
I had something else in mind. I told him, no, not yet, and led him into the bathroom. I instucted him to lean over the commode so I could look at his ass. He did this quickly, with a "Yes, Sir," showing me how much he liked being ordered. As he bent over the toilet I pulled his ass cheeks apart and saw a very tight looking hole. His balls hung low between his spread legs, and his cock was still sticking straight out. I reached over to the sink and got a bottle of lotion, and squirted some out onto my fingers. I then smeared some of the lotion all over his tight pink hole, and pushed a finger inside of him. His muscles tightened around my finger, and he groaned. My second finger slipped in just as easily as the first, and I pushed the two of them into him as deeply as I could. I moved my fingers around in his ass and found his sensative gland up there. I started rubbing it with my fingertips and grabbed his nutsack hard as I instructed him, "Now don't you touch your cock, do you understand slut?"
"Yes, Sir...ooohhh," he groaned. He wanted to shoot so bad, I knew it must've hurt. But I knew I was about to give him a great orgasm. I continued to stroke his prostate with my fingertip and tug his balls, squeezing and kneading them roughly. In no time I felt his ass start to expand and contract on my fingers, and I knew he was ready to come. I poked his gland harder, and felt the base of his shaft as his balls were ready to explode into the open toilet below. I told him to catch his cum as it shot from his cock, to shoot it into the palm of his hand. He came hard with my fingers in his ass, and ejaculated into his hand like I'd told him to do. I knew it had to be a huge relief for him, finally getting off. I pulled my fingers from his ass and turned him around to face me.

"Now, lick that cum out of your hand, bitch. Eat it up."
I didn't have to ask twice, he didn't hesitate. He ate his own cum out of his hand as hungrily as he'd eaten mine. This was all starting to make me hard again. After he'd licked his hand clean, I put the two fingers I had up his tight ass into his mouth. He cleaned my fingers of his ass juice, and as he did, noticed that I was getting hard again. He asked what he could do for me. I told him not to worry, I'd let him know. I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted to use him for my second orgasm, but I was able to come up with some creative ideas pretty quickly. I put my hands on him and directed him into the small shower stall. I instructed him to kneel and put his ass up in the air, as best he could in the confined space. He did this quickly, putting his head down on the floor of my shower and spreading his ass cheeks apart for me. I stood halfway in the shower, stroking my hardening cock over him, staring at that hot tight ass, where I longed to feel my cock. My bladder was now in need of relief again, lucky for this piss slave! i aimed my cock a few inches away from his ass, and let go as a hot stream of piss shot from my cock and onto his little pink hole.

"Ooohhh yess!" He exclaimed, excitedly. He pulled his ass apart farther, as if to feel more of my piss on his hole. I came down closer to him, bending my knees, and had my pissing cock right on his fuck hole. He was so thrilled with this! He couldn't stop moaning and crying out as I finished pissing on him. It was pretty exciting to me, too. I pulled his back half out of the shower stall and knelt behind him, my hard cock ready to fuck. He was still nice and slippery from the lotion job earlier, and I started pushing my hardness into his tight ass. I held him by his wet, piss-soaked hips and pushed farther in, and he whimpered a little as I kept forcing myself inside him. I reached under him and grabbed his balls again. "Are you ready to get fucked hard, slave boy?" I said it with as much authority as I could muster.

"Oh yes Sir. Please have your way with me!"

With that, I started fucking my cock in and out of his slave ass as hard as I could. He was so tight, so hot! I tugged hard on his nuts as I punished his sweet ass, but he seemed to enjoy that equally well. With every tug and every thrust, he'd moan and cry out, "Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me hard Sir!"
I did, I fucked this boy harder than I'd fucked anyone in a long time. Without much more, I felt myself getting ready to spray his guts with my cum. He felt my cock get rock-hard, and tightened his ass muscles around me. I squeezed his nuts hard as I shot my huge load into him, and he let out a cry. But it was definetly a cry of pleasure. This guy got off on any of the moderate pain I'd inflicted on him. As the last of my juice was deposited into him, I caught my breath and slid my cock out of his soaking wet hole. I watched as my cum started to leak from him. I was almost compelled to lick it up, but no Master would do that. It wasn't that easy for me to stay in this role! I instructed the slave to stand, and I stepped into the stall with him and turned on the water. I lathered up my hands with soap and began to wash my little bitch's ass for him. I rubbed my hand between his asscheeks, inserting a soapy finger into him, cleaning him inside and out. I then rubbed my soapy hands on his asscheeks, cleaning the piss from them. He leaned his head back onto my shoulder as I cleaned our sex from him. He turned to face me and lathered up his hands as well, rubbing his soapy hands all over me, paying special attention to my cock, cleaning it well. We stepped from the shower and I dried him tenderly, all my drive to dominate was now gone, for the moment anyway. I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him deeply, licking his tongue and lips. He looked at me gratefully and told me what a great time he'd had.

"Me too, " I said, "How bout you just stay here tonight?"
He liked that idea, and after drying off, we climbed into my bed together, my front against his back, nuzzling his neck. Before drifting off into a satisfying slumber, I heard him say, "So, what's your name, anyway?"