I turned the exhaust fan on and dragged Bobby over to the shower where his boss brian was securely tied to the back wall. He was also blindfolded and gagged, so although he could hear that someone had entered with me, he didn't have a clue as to who it was.
I pointed to the bitch's filthy back, indicating that it was time for bobby-boi to practice his tongue writing technique. Just it make it interesting, I grabbed his arms and handcuffed them behind his back. Trying to balance himself, he bent forward with his tongue stuck out like a little prick. When he touched the slut's grimy piss and cum stained back, I couldn't tell who was more startled...the bitch because it was the last sensation he expected, or bobby because the taste was so rank.
He made a passable "S" and started on the "L"...there were lot of letters for him to lick to write "slave bobby/Master Bobby". Just to keep him interested, I reached around and got his attention by working on his tits for a few minutes...he almost garbled his "a" but recovered, moaning in pleasure at the tit torture. Then I grabbed a pair of my favorite kind of tit clamps...the kind that get tighter when you pull the chain...and put them on, prompting more moaning as he competed he word "slave" and started on "bobby". I was pleased to see him use the lower case with his name, as I intended.
Through all of this, the bitch was making animal-like sounds, his cock dripping steadily onto the shower stall bottom. A nice little puddle had formed, and I grabbed a spoon, reached down and scooped up a nice healthy dose. I undid the bitch's penis gag.
"Open wide, bitch," is said quietly into his ear, reaching over bobby and around brian to get to his mouth. The spoon went in and he licked it clean, such an obedient boi...he had no idea what I was feeding him but to took it anyway.
"That's slave-boi cum, slut...oh no...not from some other slave. It's from your worthless cock. It's not valuable enough for anyone else to eat, but it might give you some protein," I told him."
More moans and he licked his lips...he was the moaningest boy I'd ever met! I replaced the gag after first rubbing the penis part along his ass crack.
Bobby was making remarkable progress, and I could see all of the accumulated dirt and cum and piss staining his tongue. He'd been excited about doing as ordered when he started with the word "slave"...but now he was finishing up his second "Bobby"...capitalized I was glad to see...and he was weary of the taste and the task. I pulled on his tit clamp chain a few times to get his attention...he regained his enthusiasm and made quick work of the word "Master".
As he finished up, I went and got my digital camera...this was too good not to preserve. I took a dozen shots, making sure at least a few of them were close enough for both bois to be identified.
I was pleased with the clarity of the inscription on the bitch`s back, and patted bobby on the head, dog like, to let him know he had pleased his master. He opened his mouth in a smile and I inserted my cock. He started sucking automatically, and I had to order him to stop. It took only a moment for me to start pissing, figuring I was doing the boi a favor of rinsing off his tongue from the job he's just done. He was good at it, drinking all I offered and then sucking as if he wanted more. For a boy so new to all this he was very, very good. Time for his real reward.
I pulled down the shower hose and without letting the water warm up at all, started spraying down stinking bitch-brian. He howled as much as you can howl through a gag in reaction to the frigid water. Eventually it warmed up and I got the surface dirt off him.
"OK Bitch, your new Master is here, start obeying," I told brian as I unhooked him from the shower wall, turned him around took off his blindfold and removed his gag.
The bitch stood, open-mouthed, looking at his former subordinate worker.
Bobby had picked up the tightest, meanest looking pair of tit clamps I own. He reached out and, without any fanfare, fastened the black clips to the bitch. Even before he could howl, bobby had grabbed him and pushed him to his knees. His cock was in the bitch's mouth in seconds and he was recycling some of my piss into this former boss.
bitch brian was in pain from the clamps, but he downed the yellow cocktail without any complaint, glancing up in awe of his new superior. Bobby was in charge...I sat back to watch the show.
Grabbing his new slave by the ears, Bobby guided the bitch's mouth back and forth on his now fully-hard cock. Like some machine-piston, the bitch's head was forced back and forth over the tube, which plunged deep into his throat at the culmination of each cycle, forcing his mouth deep into the boy's pubes. The bitch gulped for a tiny breath of air at the other end of the strokes, sharply sucking in what he could before his mouth was pulled forcefully back, impaling him over and over on Bobby's rigid teen tool.
Bobby's long blond hair was matted with sweat from his effort, his head titled back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he used his former boss. After a while he didn't need to use his hands on the bitch's head anymore...brian was doing the work without any convincing, filling the role of kneeling cocksucker willingly. Bobby held his hands back behind his head, exposing the sweaty hair in his pits. I couldn't resist...I leaned over licked the pit closest to me, enjoying his sweet teen sweat. He moaned in pleasure as I worked my way across his nicely muscled chest, stopping at each hard nipple, and continuing to his other pit. Suddenly he tensed up, dropped his hands to the bitch's head again and rammed the head in and out forcefully as he shot his load into the bitch's throat. It was too much for me, a few quick pulls and I was shooting on the bitch's face, covering his head with my seed.
After we had cleaned up, Master Bob put bitch-brian on collar and leash and walked him to the bedroom.
He took the athletic socks he had been wearing all day and tied one around the bitch's eyes as a blindfold. The other smelly cloth went into his mouth as a gag. Then ass-up on the bed went brian, his arms and legs quickly secured to the iron head and foot boards. Without the slightest delay, Bob positioned himself above bitch-brian and plunged into his former boss's ass. There came an instant muffled scream, but Master Bob just pistoned away, ignoring the sobs and noise from behind the gag.
I have to say it was a very hot scene, and I played with my own cock as I watched. Soon I was rigid and leaking. The bitch finally stopped whimpering and was actually moving up and down with the fucking he was getting, working in concert with his new master. Seconds later Bob shot deep into the bitch's tunnel, collapsing onto the boi below.
I walked over and shot my own load on both of them, splattering on bob's neck and the bitch's face. He worked the gag out and retrieved what he could with his tongue, a very satisfied bottom-boi. I didn't especially care what happened to bitch-brian, but I wasn't completely ready to release Bob from my service. There was one more thing I required from him, whether he wanted it or not.
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