boy jay’s First Visit, Part 4.
boy jay had a very full first day, having driven from Madison to Chicago, meeting me and my slave for the first time, and then serving both of us. By the time bedtime rolled around on Friday night, we were all pretty much spent. That night we all slept together. I was on the right, boy jay in the middle, and my slave on the left. It felt good to wrap my arm around boy jay, have my hand on my slave, and drift off to much needed sleep. We slept well and soundly that night. We had a big day ahead of us on Saturday.
I took both of the boys to breakfast on Saturday morning, to the place me and my slave go regularly. It’s in Chicago’s Little Italy neighborhood, owned by an African American woman, and serves down home style food for breakfast and lunch. The pancakes have been voted number one in Chicago. Some of the breakfast items less commonly seen on menus served at this place include catfish and eggs, and cheese grits. I enjoyed going out to eat, or going shopping, or virtually anything public with two boys in tow. Since I naturally assess relationships among people, I took it as more or less a given that at least some people would try to understand the relationship between the three of us: me, the tall, inked, pierced, leathered, shaved head, bearded, edgy biker daddy type; my blond haired/blue eyed 30-year-old hot slave; and the brown haired/blue eyed 25-year-old slave candidate.
The customers at the restaurant skew toward African American, so the three of us stood out there even more than we normally do, which is amusing to me. This was our first time eating out together, and I looked forward to eating with both boys in public. I had a bit of that same pride I felt at International Mister Leather (IML) the previous May, when I led two boys around on leashes, or when I used one for a footstool and the other as an armrest while smoking a cigar and sipping Jameson’s Irish whiskey. The three of us were starved, and breakfast was good. We needed a few things from the grocery store, so we stopped there after breakfast. And then it was back home for some rest and relaxation.
The boys put the groceries away, and once that was finished, my slave put boy jay back on laundry, which needed to continue. Once boy jay had that moving, I commanded him to give me more head. I hadn’t let boy jay shower since he arrived, so the boy was pretty ripe. I wanted the boy to feel dirty and piggy, which I’m sure he did. Again, he gave me excellent head as long as I wanted him to, and this time I did shoot my load down his hungry pig throat. With that need satisfied, I hit the shower. I needed to shave my head and my face. I typically shave my head every other day, my face daily. I told boy jay that he could shower with me that morning.
Once we got in the shower, I told boy jay to get on his knees, close his eyes, and open his mouth. I unleashed a strong, hot stream of piss on boy jay, aiming for his mouth part of the time, so he could taste it, wetting down his thick hair with it, soaking his hairy torso, legs, crotch with my essence. I enjoy pissing on and in boys, especially when they don’t know it is coming. My favorite thing is to piss in a boy’s ass after I breed him, with absolutely no prior warning. The look on a boy’s face when he turns back to look at me after he realizes what I am doing is priceless. I usually either smirk or snicker, and then just keep going, filling the boy’s guts up with my hot man piss. I would get to that with boy jay, but for the time being it would suffice to just give him a taste, and soak him in my piss. With that out of the way, I commanded boy jay to get the shower going, and to bathe me.
With my body fully washed, I felt reinvigorated and relaxed. As soon as boy jay finished washing and rinsing me, I got out of the shower and dried myself. Then I set about to finish up my head shaving and shave my face. By the time I was finished shaving, boy jay was finished showering. When he stepped out of the shower he said “Thank you, Sir, for letting me shower.” The boy was grateful to be clean again. Of course, that wouldn’t last long. Next on the agenda was more fucking.
I put freshly showered boy jay back in the sling and secured him in place with the restraints. I’m sure his hole was still tender from the thrashing we gave it the night before, but that was not a concern for me. I wasn’t aiming for bloody, but I had no objection to plenty sore fuck hole. I could tell this boy was built for hard fucking, and he had been taking it extremely well. It seemed that the more we gave him, the hungrier he became for it. What a greedy little pig boy. So me and my slave tag teamed his boy cunt for a good long time. We took turns. While one of us fucked, the other administered poppers to the boy. boy jay took those well. Each hit seemed to relax his butthole more, and also made him even more of a horny pig boy. he was quite the dutiful little piggy sub bitch boy, taking everything we could throw at him with little hesitation. It was good fun to get him high on poppers and then pound the fuck out of his hole.
Finally, the time had come for boy jay to take our loads. I told my slave to go first. My slave gets noisy when he shoots, and I was ready to watch and listen. I looked forward to having my property’s load inside the slave candidate. I was anxious for it to happen, because then it would be my turn. I wanted to finish second, because I had something extra to give boy jay.
After my slave was done, his load planted deep in boy jay’s guts, then I slid back into boy jay’s hole. It was very wet and warm, and thoroughly used. I was anxious to unload, and did so almost immediately. But that was not all I did. I also let go a bladder full of hot man piss inside the bitch boy, so he’d really feel full. I told him to hold it in, and quickly stuck a plug in his hole. boy jay understood that he would be punished if he let it out before I told him to. I knew that within a few minutes he’d start to cramp, and I wanted to see the look on his face when that started. Then I could decide how long to make him suffer with those cramps before permitting him to let everything out. I watched with amusement as boy jay squirmed. boy jay asked me if he could go to the bathroom and let that witch’s brew of cum and piss out. I told him flatly, “No.” I wasn’t ready yet. He replied as I expected, with a respectful “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I made him wait about another three minutes. I could tell that he was struggling to hold everything in. I gave him permission to let it out in the bathroom, and he did that immediately.
After breakfast and that play session, I was ready for a nap, so I got the two boys together and laid down for a couple of hours. The nap would bridge early afternoon to late afternoon, and then evening. The little leather family was going to have dinner at home that night, and then there would be more use of the visiting bitch boy in candidacy for a permanent role in my life.
YES I AM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN SIR AND VERY PROUD, i luv how u are blogging everyday, i think boy jay needed to be punished more, i think u were going to easy on him, he had to learn what it meant to be a real slave, i hope u taught him well and beat his ass without mercy. tell your beautiful slave damien says hi.
boy damien,
thanks for the feedback. boy jay is not a pain pig, but I definitely show him my sadistic side over time.
LSB