****** Tough Night by phillyfreak@juno.com ******
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Tough Night


A lot of times on weekends when the Master is out of the house for awhile, he
gets in a bad mood. I can never tell if he's going to come home being nice or
whether I'm going to be punished for some real or imagined transgression.

Today I thought I'd prepare.

Usually, I'm a little caught by surprise by Master's tantrums and wind up not
responding right or respectfully enough, which just sets him off more. Today I
thought I'd start off being the subservient person he likes me to be and see if
it helped him be a little more friendly.

Master came home about 6pm. As I had feared, he was in a punishing mood. I
could tell because he'd picked up two young, slim guys from the shelter to come
home with him. Usually that meant that all three of them would participate in
making my life miserable for a few hours.

I thought I'd try to put him a good mood. When I heard him on the porch, I
immediately dropped to my knees at the front door. I had stripped down just to
my underpants, and twisted them tightly until they were clamped around my balls
and tightly stuck up my ass.

"Good evening, Master, how may I serve you, sir," I said forcefully when they
entered.

"Look at this shit, isn't he pathetic," Master said to his friends..

"Turn around, pussy, who wants to see your tiny dick!" he ordered.

I did as I was told.

"Wipe your feet on his ass," Master said to Slim and Jake, as I later found out
their names were.

Of course, I should have realized that would be his first instinct, since it
was raining and muddy outside. They did as they were told.

"Damn, you a nasty bitch, ain't ya," Slim muttered. "Faggot should take these
feet up his ass, you ask me," Jake added.

"We're going upstairs to the den," Master said. "YOU! Get us something to drink
and come on up." I did as I was told as they went upstairs and turned on the
TV. On my way up the stairs and was getting on my knees outside the den so I
could crawl in the way I knew he wanted me to, Master came down from the third
floor with his bag of toys.

"Serve them like I taught you," he said. I brought the glass over to the two
guys and kept my head bowed as I handed them to them. After they took the
glasses, I leaned down and kissed their feet wetly and said, "thank you, sir,"
as I had been trained.

Master came over to me and told me to sit up. He then got me ready to more
servitude clipping to two clothespins to my tits, putting on my collar and
chain, and tying a weight tightly on my balls. "Lean back on your haunches and
wait there with your head down," he said.

I was near door and all three of them were staring at me until Master turned on
his PlayStation game. It soon became clear that Slim and Jack had no idea how
to play, but Master said we had plenty of time and he would teach them.

I just sat their on my ankles, awaiting their attention. A couple of times I
was called into service to get cigarettes, empty ashtrays, and more drinks.

I thought Slim was pretty sexy in a teenage boy kind of way and once he caught
me staring at him when I gave him his drink.

"You like me, huh?," he said in a low voice as I was kissing his feet after
delivering the drink. "You want a kiss, big boy?" I looked up and he held me by
my head and moved it closer to his face. As I neared his lips he suddenly spat
out a gob of spit almost as big as the drink I had given him. Then he slapped
me lightly on the back of the head.

"Stupid cocksucker," he laughed, and Jake and Master laughed with him.

I went back to my spot and continued to kneel there.

They were playing some kind of shooting game on the PlayStation, and suddenly
Slim said he was tired of it. "I gotta take a piss. Why don't we shoot at
something for real?" he asked.

Master smiled and went over to the desk and picked up a container of rubber
bands. "I have a game for us," he said. Looking at me, he ordered, "Lie down on
your back and raise those legs. Hold them up by your ankles." I did as I was
told, although the strain pulled the thin ropes around my balls a little
tighter as the slack on the weight got tighter too.

"Hold it in for awhile, Slim," Master said. We all gotta piss by now.

Let's have a contest to see who goes to the toilet first." With that he gave
them all a pile of rubber bands. "Whoever hits his balls the most gets to go
first," Master said.

They proceed to shoot, one at a time, whooping it up every time one of them got
a hit. It stung like hell when they did. By the time they used up all the
rubber bands, my balls and cock were red and a bunch of rubber bands had gotten
stuck in the thick hair around my cock.

"You win, Slim," Master said.

Slim got up and pulled up the chain attached to my collar and led me into the
bathroom. Master and Jack followed.

Master told me to get down on all fours while Slim took a seat on the toilet.

"You take the mouth," Master said. "Stick it in. Don't spill any.

He's probably pretty thirsty." While Slim pulled out his long, thin cock I
opened my mouth wide obediently. Meanwhile, Master and Jake stood behind me.

"We gotta go too," he said, referring to Jake. "When you're finished it'll be
our turn." When Slim stuck his dick in my mouth and I tried to tighten my lips
around it so as not to spill anything, Master pressed his fingers on my neck.

"Let's play another game," he said. "Let's see who can make him gulp the most."
With that, Slim let go a hot stream of bitter yellow piss, and I swallowed it
down as fast as I could. Even with my practice Master used me as his toilet
most days I still let some slip out, since Slim seemed to have been holding it
in for a long time and it shot down my throat powerfully.

"Fourteen!" Master shouted, after Slim finished and instructed me to lick the
few remaining drops off his cock. "That'll be hard to beat." Jake went next,
and could only make me gulp eleven times. Master came in third, with only
seven. By the time they were finished my mouth smelled like a urinal. But after
all, that's what it was.

"Let's clean him up a little," Master said. I was looking down at the floor
while I knelt there, as I'm supposed to. But he asked me to raise my head up
and open my mouth. Master says, "you ready homies?" and suddenly they all start
spitting, aiming at my mouth.

They had a good time. Big wet gogs of spit, only a few of which actually hit
the target; the rest coated my face and chest, a couple sailed way past me.
Every time one of them got it in, I had to swallow, and Boss would shout what
number it was - "that's 4 for you homie..." After a few minutes of this, the
score was Boss 12, and the other guys were higher 14 and 19. They seemed to
really get into it. One of them slapped me one time when I was swallowing as he
hit me with another looger, but Boss told him he'd count it anyway.

Then they just stopped. "Okay, Jake, you win," he said to the younger guy, the
one who looked about 17. "It'll be yours when the time comes." The three of
them then went in, pulling me along by the chain on my collar, and sat down on
the couch and the other easy chair and didn't say anything to me, just got the
remote and started watching TV. Master went and got one of his favorite videos,
an old 70s film called "Penitentiary" which he taped off of cable a couple
weeks ago, and they all got into it.

After the first hour or so of the film Master told me to turn around turn over
so my ass was up, and then he told me to back up until I was right in front of
the two guys, who were on the couch. He went into the dining room and got his
bongo drums out of the closet, and I knew what was coming.

"You guys like island music?" he asked. They just looked at him and laughed
some more. Master sat in his chair and started working the drums, getting into
a simple rhythm. It took a couple of minutes but the guys eventually understood
what he wanted them to do. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt this loud,
hard slap on my ass, and they were off taking turns, beating on my ass like
they were bongos, laughing and calling me names -- "faggot, dickwipe,
pussyface, motherfucker, pissboy, bitch" -- eventually getting into a little
competition to see who could hit the hardest and fastest and keep up to
Master's rhythm. When one guy stopped to get another can of beer the other kept
it up, and Master wasn't finished until about 20 minutes had passed. The two
new guys would get tired and change off after a while, but Master just kept on
with his bongos. I couldn't see him from where I was but I could picture it -
that steely, angry look he always gets when he brings over other guys to the
house.

I was having a hard time staying in the right pose and kept falling down.
Whenever that happened, Jake would get up and pull on the chain until I was
back in the right position.

Then Master stopped. Slim was banging on my asscheeks at the time and he gave
me a couple more slaps and he stopped too. There was a second or two of silence
and then he kicked me hard in the ass, making me sprawl forward. I know that
Master doesn't want me moving without his permission, so I just laid there.

They'd all had at least three beers so I knew what was coming next.

Master came over and stuck his boot down between my legs, right up against the
chained balls and cock, and started trying to lift me up with his foot. He
couldn't get a good angle at first and he'd pull back once or twice and I'd go
clamping down on the floor again, but eventually he got a strong enough hold
and turned me over with his foot.

For the first time in an hour, I could see them, standing over me. One by one
they pulled out their tools and without a word, and this time without even
laughter, they started the hot piss stream I had known was probably coming.
Master didn't have to tell me to open my mouth; as I say, I know the rules. I
did it automatically and did my best to catch and swallow the three streams as
they all aimed directly at my tonsils.

I'm not supposed to move when this is going on but it's hard not too,
especially when there's more than just Master; that's a lot of hot piss at one
time. When they were done, Master spoke up again "you win this one, too, Jake.
It looks like we're out of luck tonight!." Master went and got his thin dog
chain. It's so thin he can use it like a rope. He turned his head away I guess
because I smelled pretty rank by that time and wrapped and knotted the chain
around my balls. Then he stood up and started to pull on it until I got up, and
he led me to the back door and out to the backyard.

Our backyard is not very well kept; it's all dirt and every once in awhile
Master makes me stay out there overnight in one of the holes he's made me dug.
Some of the holes are my own toilet; when I'm not pissing and shitting on
myself, he lets me use the holes as my toilet.

He didn't pull me near any of the holes this afternoon, though. Instead he just
made me stand there until the other guys came out. Then he went and got the
hose and just hosed me off. By the time he was finished, I was totally drenched
and freezing, but at least I was clean.

Then he went back inside.

Jake and Slim stayed outside and waited, while I just stood there. They were
pretty high by this time and seemed to be enjoying themselves; they couldn't
help laughing while they made fun of what a freak I was and how puny my dick
looked compared to theirs. Slim came up to my face and to my surprise gave me a
wet, sloppy kiss while grabbing the back of my head then he let go with an
enormous gob of spit right in my mouth. He followed it up with using my tongue
as a snot rag, blowing what seemed to me to be an amazing amount of snot right
into my mouth. Then of course he watched real close as he told me to make sure
I swallowed all of it.

Master came out briefly and threw a knapsack full of various toys into the
yard, and then went back inside.

Jake was the first to open the bag. He got a big smile on his face when he
noticed the bag of big clothespins and took them out and threw the bag at my
cock. It hurt like hell, what with the thin chain wrapped tight around them and
the chain linking my balls and my dog collar pulling tight all the while, since
they had kept me standing up while I dripped dry in the chilly breeze.

Then Jake came over and got the bag, taking out two of the clips. He came up to
my face and snapped them a few times so I'd see how hard and tight they were;
then he clipped them hard onto my ears! I was so surprised; I thought they'd be
going on my tits or balls. But he clipped them on my ears.

"Oh, man, you look good enough to eat, honey!" he laughed. Slim came up from
behind me and flicked the clips a few times, I guess to make sure they were
secure.

"Shit, I don't wanna have to touch them balls," Jake said. "Don' worry, man,
I'll do it," Slim replied. He then took a handful of the clips and started
clipping them on the soft skin of my balls, snapping them shut each time and
looking up in my face to see my reaction. I didn't want too but I had to yelp
each time.

There were a couple of smaller plastic clothespins in the bag, too, and Slim
took two of those.

My hands still weren't tied. Master says that it's harder on me to keep my
hands from trying to relieve some of the pressure when they're not tied;
sometimes they're in handcuffs, but that's only when he's afraid I'll snap out
and start fighting back. It had been so long since that happened I'm not even
sure he knows where the handcuffs are.

Slim suddenly gets all serious and comes right up to my face. "Listen, faggot,
you do what I tell you. No funny stuff. You got it, pussy?" "Yes, Mister Jake,
sir," I mumbled.

"Motherfucker, you ain't give'n me enough respect now, huh? You think I'm just
messin' around, don't yuh? Why you think your Master ain't out here to protect
you," Jake cried.

I tried to shout, "YessirMrJakeSIR!" but I was only halfway through when he
slapped me across the face.

"Put yo' hands out in front on your cock, pig," Jake yelled. "Do it NOW and
shut that shithole mouth up!!" I did as I was told, silently.

"See that little baby dick of yours?" Jake said. "What I want yuh to do is pull
the sides of your head there and open up that little pisshole.

Ahright?" "YessirMrJake...." SLAP! "I said keep that pissmouth shut,
motherfuckah!!" I pulled the skin apart at the head of my dick.

"OK boy, stay still, I don't wanna hear a peep out a yuh," Jake said, getting
even more serious and concentrating.

Then he clipped each of the smaller plastic clips on each side of my pee-hole.
He was surprisingly gentle while doing it. But when he was finished, Slim came
over and started flicking them back and forth. I was so surprised I yelled out
in pain.

"Oh baby, see how much we love you," Slim says, sneering. "We don't go to all
this trouble for all the girls." Slim told me to hold my arms straight out on
each side.

"Dance, mothafucka, twirl around like the sissy ass you are!" Jake said.

I started twirling, slow and first but faster when they started slapping me on
the ass and on my clipped cock. It was something like a game to them could I
twirl fast enough to make them miss? This went on for a couple minutes. I was
obviously exhausted and ready to fall down, and they didn't seem to want that
to happen every time I tottered one of them would catch me and stand me up
again. Then Slim: "Stop that faggot shit asshole, you makin' me dizzy!" I
stopped. Slim came up close to my face again: "I gotta shit, boy.

Where you think I can do that, huh?" I instinctively looked at one of the
backyard holes, even though I think he was trying to tell me he wanted to shit
on me. But he looked too, and then smiled.

"No, man, not in the hole. And not on you either." Slim stepped back and
dropped his jeans. He had long, muscular, but surprisingly slim legs, only a
light coating of black hair on the thighs.

He was wearing old-fashioned, white jockey shorts, which looked a little big on
him. They weren't high fashion just the kind you get three-for-a-dollar at the
dollar store.

He folded his jeans carefully and handed them to Jake, who put them on the step
to the back door of the house.

"Lie down, baby, stretch yourself out there," Slim ordered.

I did as I was told. The ground was still wet and muddy from the hose, and it
felt cold and moist on my back and legs; I could feel it seeping into my wet
hair.

Slim came over and stood right past my head. They he crouched down, like he was
sitting on the toilet. His underpants were still on.

"I gots to do Number One AND Number Two," he said. "But don' worry, I'll keep
my briefs on." And that's what he did. I could hear him piss first, and from my
angle right under him between his legs I could see the hot piss start to spread
in the briefs. It took a minute or so for the piss to start dripping from the
briefs. Because of how my head was positioned, the drops of hot piss were
falling slowly on my forehead, slowly streaming into my ears and eyes. Jake
knelt down next to me; he'd put some workgloves on, and wiped the piss from my
eyes when they made my eyes squint or close.

"You gonna watch everythin'," he said.

Then the pissing stopped, although the briefs continued to drip. Jake got up
and pulled on my ankles so the piss only hit my forehead and hair and wasn't as
close to my eyes.

Slim started to grunt. He let out a long and loud fart, during which he lowered
his ass down into my face so I could get the full force. Then he lifted up,
just over my mouth and nose but not touching, and I could see -- and smell -
- his briefs starting to turn brown as the wet shit collected inside. They
weren't wet enough to for the shit to drip out, though.

Slim grunted a few more times. "Hooooweeeeee! that shit dooooo stink!" he
yelled happily. "Brand new and tasty for our little potty-boy, ain' that
right?" he said.

Then he backed up, and sat down slowly on my chest. "We's saving this shit for
later," Slim said. He proceeded to take off the briefs slowly, making sure not
too much of it dripped out, although he couldn't hold it all in and some of it
dripped on my chest and face as he drew them off and held out his arms full
length to keep them away from his own body.

Then he stood up, directly over me, and placed the shit- and piss-filled briefs
on the mud next to my head.

"Now what'd I forget, shitmouth?" he asked me, standing right over me, with his
legs spread on either side of me and little pieces of shit dripped down on my
chest. "Shit, I know! Toilet paper! We's done forgot the toilet paper," he
laughed at Jake, making like he was Stepin Fetchit and acting all wide-eyed and
surprised.

"No we ain't forgot," Jake said, smiling, and he looked down at me.

"Oh, yeah, what am I thinkin'," Slim said, comically hitting himself upside his
own head. "I forgets we have our human toilet stall right'shere!" Slim swung
his leg around carefully and bent down, sort of like a runner at the starting
gate. At the same time, Jake came over and grabbed Master's little chain
attached to my balls and pulled on it. "Get on them knees, mothafucka!" he
said, pulling me up and dragging me down at the same time. "See that pretty
shit on my friend there?" he asked.

"You know what to do, don't yuh? I wants him clean, asshole, clean as a baby's
bottom." I actually found myself pulling away a little, which I suppose was a
little stupid under the circumstances. I had never actually tasted somebody
else's shit before; Master sometimes mixed my own shit in my food, but only
rarely and only when we had company over for dinner.

I had to turn over again to get a good angle so I could starting cleaning Slim
off. There was a thick, slimy cover of shit on his asscheeks, and some of the
shit had dripped down his thighs. I started with the thighs, and after licking
off his right thigh I spit the stuff out and started on the left one.

"Who said you could do that, pig. You's a pig, you eat that shit, you swallow
that shit, you get it boy," Jake said, slapping my behind hard.

"You do it right now, pigboy! Chew on that mothafuckin' shit!!" I continued on,
starting to gag. Every time I gagged I had to spit it out but they didn't say
anything. But every time I spit, Jake would come up behind me and pull on
Master's little chain or flick the clips on my balls.

When I finished the thighs I came up for a little air. Jake was standing there
with the hose. "Lean back a little, boy," he said, and turn it full force on my
face to wipe off the shit that was collected there. While working on the
thighs, the thick, matted shit on Slim's asscheeks was collecting on my hair
and forehead.

Once I was clean, I went to work on the ass. Every few minutes, Jake would pull
on the chain to make me lean back and hose me off some more.

It took a long time. I know Slim must be pretty strong because he was able to
crouch there in the runner's position the whole time, and only shifted around
once or twice. Once I was down to sticking my tongue as far up his ass as I
could to get out the shit in the canal, he suddenly stood up.

"Whatcha doin, faggot, I ain't like you, get your mouth outta there!," he
yelled, angrily. "You the freak, I ain't inta that shit!" I leaned back on my
legs, exhausted, but looking down as I was trained to do. My mouth was funkier
than it has ever been, there were smears of shit all over my face, my tongue
was brown and no matter how much I swallowed and spit it seemed to be staying
that way.

Slim walked over to his jeans on the step and took out a one of those do-rag
things, the red-patterned kind people use like a handkerchief, and dug around
in his asshole to finish the cleaning. There wasn't much left, but enough to
leave a dark brown stain on the do-rag. He came over and told me to take it.

"Twist this thing up so the shit's up there and ready," he said. I did as I was
told, twisting the hanky until the dark stain was visible and the rest of the
it was twisted like a rope.

"Hey, you got two holes in your nose, asshole. I want that shit up one of
them." I started to stick the shit-stained end of the hanky up my nostril, but
suddenly Jake stopped me. He held on to my wrist and slowly let a gob of spit
fall on the hanky, making the shitty end wet. Then he held my wrist while I
slowly stuffed the hanky up my nose.

"Wheeee, you's pretty now," Slim said. He flicked the clothespin earrings
again, and in a low voice, "you's a pretty little girl now, pussy." I was
exhausted and showed it, and they were too. Slim said, "Stand up, fucker," and
I did as I was told. He took hold of the little chain and pulled me quick
toward one of the holes in the yard and told me to climb in. The one he brought
me to was just big enough for me to get down and sit in something like a fetal
position, with maybe a foot around on the sides so I could move a little.
They'd been drinking more beer during this whole scene, so I knew what was
going to happen and it did. They both stood over the hole and let out long,
strong streams of piss, aiming for my head and cock. They smiled a little, but
they were tired too; there was no cursing at me or calling me names, just two
guys taking a long piss after holding it in for while. They said nothing,
didn't even look at me when they were finished, and went back in the house.

By this time it was starting to get dark, and I tried to make myself as
comfortable as I could in my piss-mud hole. I pulled out the shit-stained do-
rag and tried to blow my nose on the part that wasn't stained. Then I got
pissed at myself, because I realized I had made the hanky even more funky and
it was the only thing I had like a towel. I managed to find just a little bit
more clean space on the hanky and wiped off my face as best I could.

I had to piss myself, but that was no problem. I'm used to pissing on myself in
these holes.

It started to get really dark, and the lights in the back yard weren't on. It
was almost a little peaceful. I thought of loosening the chains a little but I
was afraid I wouldn't get them tight again fast enough when they came back out,
so I left it alone.

I had pissed on the hanky, and it was lying there in the mud.

I felt lonely and wished I was in the house, but I didn't know whether Master
would bring me back in tonight or not. I could hear them turn up the music
inside, and in a little while it sounded like there were more voices, male and
female, having a party. Then I knew I wasn't going back inside tonight Master's
parties went on till the wee hours.

I imagined being in there, just being part of the gang at the party.

But that life was over for me now that Master had me.

I looked at the wet do-rag, stained with shit, piss and snot. After awhile, I
started to get drowsy. I picked up the hanky and slowly started pulling it into
my mouth, slowly chewing and sucking on it, until I fell asleep.

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