Tall, muscular, a short stubble, light hazel eyes and a full hair buzz-cut style. The first time I saw Master was in a gay bar. He hadn't seen me yet, but my eyes had been fixed on this 6'4 Greek God for about 2 hours now, despite the two friends that were with him being also hot. I'm blond, blue eyed, medium length hair and 5'8 in height. I'm also pretty muscular and athletic, but more on slimmer side. On the other hand, Master’s muscles are bigger, yet proportionate and not oversized.
I was in a trance. For those two hours I couldn’t take my eyes off him and his immense bulge. I couldn’t help but stare at him while I drank, while I danced, while I rested on the bar’s stool. But not for a second he looked back. My goal for the night was to get cock, that’s why I went alone; his was probably to enjoy the night with his friends, “that’s why he probably hadn’t noticed me”, I thought. That made me want him even more. The more I couldn’t get his attention the more I imagined his big hands manhandling me, that apparently big cock making its way into my ass, or me worshipping his muscular body.
I wouldn’t stare at him non-stop, of course, and I was also enjoying myself. My favourite started playing and I freed myself into the little dance floor. I like to dance and – especially when I’m out for cock – I can be quite a slutty dancer. Once the song was finished I desperately needed to pee. I made my way to the toilet, walking past the bar where Master was. By himself. I hadn’t touched my dick for one second, but just by staring at him and imaging him fucking me made me dribble pre-cum all over my underwear which was now all wet and sticky.
Quite a few guys were in the toilet. Some making out, some sucking each other by the end of the urinals. I was bursting and hadn’t paid much attention, I just needed to release. I stood by the third urinal out of ten. When I was about to finish, I could pay more attention to the action on the corner. Probably because the guy sucking cock was sexy, was just on his underwear in a bar’s toilet and being facefucked dribbling all over himself, my cock started hardening. In matter of seconds I was rock hard and my cock was pulsing.
“You seem to be enjoying the view”. I heard it whispered on my ear. I gasped in surprise.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, he whispered. His body was pressed against mine and his bulge was rubbing on my ass.
I turned my face slightly and I saw Master.
“I noticed you were mainly staring at that guys cock as he rammed that slut’s throat. Your cock is throbbing because you’re hoping it was you, right?”, Master said pressing his body harder against mine. I was in heaven and my body couldn’t help but press back and arch my back slightly.
“How do you know?”, I asked.
“Seriously? I can spot a cock-hungry slut like you from a mile away. But you also made no effort in trying to hide it when you were staring at me for over two hours.”, he said.
“So you noticed?”, I replied.
“I couldn’t wait for my friends to leave so I could use you, boy”, he said holding my throat.
I couldn’t answer, I was too high on his smell and muscular body overtaking me. I tried reaching for my cock for the first time. He quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me and I could really feel how strong he was.
“You don’t to touch yourself unless I tell you to, boy.” He grabbed my hair and turned my face to his. “So, you like being used, boy?”.
“Yes, sir. Please use me as you wish”. I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I was totally taken by his presence and dominance over me. I could finally serve the man I most wanted since stepping into this club a couple of hours ago. He turned me to fully face him.
“Will you do everything as I say, boy?”
“Yes, sir. Anything. Everything. I’m yours, sir. Please use me as you wish.”
“Sir is fine for now”, he muttered. I wondered what he meant.
“What do you…”, I started. A heavy slap on my face made me quickly stop that sentence.
“Never speak without permission, boy. Are you sure you’re ready to be used and obey everything I say?”, he warned me again, giving me a second change to rethink about what I was stepping into.
“I promise, sir. I’m yours to use as you want”
“Good boy. Now don’t move.” He barely finished speaking and a thick jet of spit came flying on my face.
I didn’t move. He stood there admiring for a second admiring his spit sliding down from my forehead, through my nose bridge, and onto my slightly open lips. I could smell the alcohol, but it wasn’t a lot. Probably not enough to get him drunk. He wasn’t doing this out of drunkness, that was truly him. This thought got me even more excited and my cock started moving up and down of excitement.
“So you really enjoy being used, huh? You little whore. Seems like you enjoy the humiliation too. Good.” Another thick spit came flying across my face.
In about two minutes he covered my face in spit. The thought of being in the middle of the toiler for this past seven minutes or so with my trousers down, my cock exposed and now covered in the spit of the hottest man in the bar got my cock throbbing non-stop.
“You’re mine now and everybody will know as we parade around the bar with your face covered in my spit. You will walk behind me but close enough so people understand you belong to me. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, sir.” I replied promptly. “Can I put my trousers before we go sir?”
“You get it quickly. Yes, boy.” But before I could move his hands quickly tore my underwear off my body. “But only your trousers so everyone can see how much of a slut you are enjoying being humiliated.”
“Thank you sir”. I responded before putting my trousers on and following him out back into the bar.
This was my first time going commando and my cock was still stiff. Every time it rubbed on the trousers it reminded me of his commanding control over me. I was totally dedicated to this man and the longer I spent next to him, the more I realised I was willing to let go completely just to have him use and control me.
We went to the bar and he ordered a very large glass of water. We went off around the bar as he drank the water. I walked closely behind him with my face covered in spit.
Everybody was looking at me curiously, but they understood within seconds that I belonged to the men in front of me. To him.
We came back to the bar, he ordered more water, walked to the other side. He would eventually check on me, not only to see that I was following his order, but once the spit started drying he would grab my hair, pull my head back, and pit on my face again. In the middle of the bar for everyone to see.
After three large glasses of water and walking for about 30-40 minutes he said: “I need to piss”.
We went back to the toilet. We walked in and I kept following him closely as he had ordered. We were by the urinal now.
“What are you waiting for bitch?”, he said loudly so everyone could hear. “Kneel down here”. He pointed to the floor next to the urinal, so I could be between the last urinal and the one before.
I walked around him. Before kneeling I hesitated for a second. A slap came strong on my face again.
“What are you waiting for, bitch?” He shouted. Everyone was already staring at us in anticipation. All the guys in the toilet had already seen me covered in his spit following him around the bar or being spat by him directly. Some even followed us into the toilet when we walked in anticipating what was about to happen.
I kneeled between the urinals, held my hands behind my back and looked up at him. The hesitation I had a second ago vanished and got quickly replaced with excitement when I saw him standing in front of me. I completely gave in to him. My cock got stiff and leaked again, which was much clearer now without the underwear.
He unzipped his trousers, and pulled his underwear down. His thick big cock dangled out, still mostly soft.
“Beg for it, boy” he ordered.
“Please sir, use me as your urinal. Cover me in your piss and use me for your relief sir. Please sir, I beg you.”
I barely finished and a warm stream of piss hit my face. I opened my mouth so I could drink some, but it seemed his interest was another. He redirected his piss onto my hair until it was drenched. Then he made sure my white T-shirt got fully drenched too. His warm piss was covering me for almost a minute now.
It stopped for a bit.
“I’ve been holding this since the moment I saw you, boy. There’s a lot more to come.”
“Give it all to me sir, please!” I begged
I didn’t take long before he could release round two, now drenching my trousers before going back to my hair and making his way down again. My white T-shirt was clearly drenched in yellowish piss. I was also wearing some thin trousers which were now stuck to my legs and my rock hard cock.
A third round came a bit shorter, but enough to finish off as if I had just left a piss bath with my clothes on.
“Good boy. That’s it from me.”
I started moving to stand up when he grabbed my hair and slapped my face again.
“Did I tell you to stand?” He asked
“No sir. Sorry sir.” I quickly apologised.
“You will be. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, please sir. I’m begging for your cock!”
“Good. So show me. This is a toilet after all. Look around”. I had just noticed, but everyone in the toilet was around us. “If you really want my cock, you’ll have to be a good slut and be everyone’s urinal until I’m back. See you in a bit.”
“Yes sir”. I responded. But deeply I worried for how long I would be there for.
All the men around started to get closer and piss on me. 15 minutes later he comes back and I’m kneeling there drenched over a huge piss puddle.
“Ok!” He says loudly as he approaches me. “Good boy. You’ll need to learn to serve whoever I want whenever I want, boy. You’re a fucking mess. As a good slut should be. Now we need to get this piss off the floor right slut? We can’t leave the toilet like this.”
I immediately dropped my face to the floor and slurped all the piss I could. It took me a while, but once I got most of what I could without resorting to a cloth or paper, he ordered: “Stop. That’s good enough, boy. Now get up.”
I got up as fast as I could, but my knees were in a bit of pain for being in the same position for so long and needed to be stretched out a bit. I tried moving fast, but really couldn’t.
“It’s okay, you’re still not used to being in that position for a long time. We’ll address that soon, don’t worry. Take your time.” He said reassuringly. I got up and stretched my legs, my clothes were still drenched and dripping.
“Now, take your t-shirt and trousers off.”
I did without hesitation and got naked in the middle of the toilet. Everyone was around me and wanking to me getting ordered around.
“First, put your trousers in the urinal, fold your t-shirt and twist it in your mouth. Then, put your t-shirt in the urinal and do the same with your trousers.”
I did it as meticulously as I could not to let any drop fall to the floor. My clothes were still wet and clearly of piss from its smell and yellow tint.
“Put your trousers in the urinal as well and kneel back on the floor. These men need some release.” He said as he opened he took his t-shirt off, dropped his trousers to the floor and started stroking his cock using his spit as lube.
“You want this cock right, slut? So you’ll now take everyone’s cum before you even think of getting mine.” He teased.
The view of Master’s body and hard cock drove me insane. My hard cock was now throbbing uncontrollably and dripping pre-cum like never before.
There was about 30 guys squeezed in the toilet by now, as those who were arriving would stick around to see and wank. All the attention was on me, there was nobody else sucking others or anyone in a sub or bottom role anymore. Even the guy who was getting facefucked here earlier was watching stroking his cock. Some guys would stroke each other, spitting on their cocks, but everyone was now looking at me kneeling before this groups of guys wanking around me and obeying everything my Master ordered.
As the first guy stepped closer to my face to cum on me I tilted my head back, faced his cock, and opened my mouth. He sprayed his cum all over my face and stepped back. Other two guys stepped in and shot on my face together. This continued for a long time. . Some that wouldn’t have the time to wait for others to finish on my face ended up cumming on my back, my hair, my chest. 20 minutes had passed and I had taken about 15 loads. Only half of the original group. But new guys would walk in the toilet and start wanking to the scene too, watching me get completely covered and dripping everyone’s cum. After these 20 minutes it seemed like the group was about the same size.
This whole time I tried my best to keep eye contact with Master, who was in front of me wanking. I would see that sometimes he would ask someone to scoop a bit of cum off me for him to use as lube.
Another 20 minutes and another 20 loads now covered me. But the groups didn’t seem to get any smaller. It felt like word in the bar was spreading and everyone was there to contribute with their cum. At some point I recognised even the bartender had a break to cum on me.
When it started to slow down, I was completely covered in cum like I’ve never seen anyone before; not even in porn bukkake videos. I was dripping from my hair all the way down to my toes.
I had lost track of time, but in total I must have taken around 65 loads.
I was tired from being used so much, but I could see Master with his massive lubed up throbbing cock in front of me. I still wanted that cock to use me. Hard.
Everyone had left the toilet. I imagined the bar would be quite empty as well at that point. It was just me and Master in there now.
“You can stand up slut. Stretch your knees if you need. Put your clothes on.”
I did as he said. Once my clothes were on I just took a moment to admire his body and massive cock.
“Come here slut, let me look at you”.
I walked toward him and he had a good look at my face and hair drenched in cum. He looked down and saw that cum was still sliding down to my shoes. He looked proud.
“Sniff my cock”. Without a thought or hesitation I kneeled to his cock and took a deep sniff at the tip of his cock where pre-cum was oozing out. It was better than any drug or poppers. His smell took me to the moon and back. It got me to a place I’ve never been before. The satisfaction of being used by this man I worshipped and having the honour of being able to sniff his pre-cum. I had this feeling like I’ve never had before.
“Follow me”, he ordered.
We walked out the toilet to the bar and it was busier than I was expecting. Everyone looked at me, as if they all took part of it and was proud to see the result to which they contributed.
I kept closely following Master like before. We went to the bar. He got a beer and asked if I wanted anything. I just got some water and drank it with some of cum still dripping into my glass and mouth. We left.
We were now outside and the humiliation was much larger. However, something about his presence and power over me made this humiliation feel more exhilarating than shameful.
“My place isn’t far from here, must be about a 20 minute walk.” He said naturally, even though we bar was quite central and the streets were relatively busy. I stank of piss and cum but I didn’t care anymore.
As we were walking, he said: “This was a good initiation. You will be the most cock-hungry slut London has ever known. You didn’t get any cock today, but I could see how hungry you were for it, especially mine it seems. But don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of it.”
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