The Life of a White Urinal - Chapter Two
My goal was not just to humiliate Rob, my goal was to help him. There's only one way for white men to survive and that is in submission. They need obedience, servitude, and complete ownership, I believe that white men can’t find a greater meaning in life, and achieve peace, and happiness until they make the ultimate surrender of their freedom to a Black man.
A few days later I walked into the bathroom and Rob ran in after me, “Master,” he said quietly and demurely. I turned to face my boy and asked him to speak louder, “I want... I… I, uh, need your piss, please Sir!”
“Are you sure, boy?”
“Yes,” Rob said urgently, “Please...”
“Beg me for what you need beg like the piss desperate faggot that you are.” I grabbed Rob's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. My voice took on that powerful edge. The tone of someone who held full power and knowledge of the consequences should a white slave refuse an order.
He knelt down and looked up at me. He was trying to gauge my response and his chances at release, which were impeding his ability to properly worship me and my cock. Rob would learn proper worship and embrace it in time, but at the present his will was fighting against his subservience. He had been locked up for over a month at this point. I loved his tortured mind; however, the heart of the problem was that he was still focused on his own pleasure rather than on mine. I'll know he's making real progress when his attention is entirely on me and my pleasure.
I fed off his submission; it gave me more strength. I looked down at him kneeling before me, and his dick, as small as it is when caged, hadn’t tried to grow to fill its cramped metal prison. Seeing it limp, I knew then that he was almost mine to control. While a smaller, more humiliating cage would be hotter on the white boy, the pain would have been almost unbearable, and his submission would never have progressed as quickly. But I was going to make sure he would be in a smaller cage soon.
I took the key from around my neck and released his cage, I wasn't going to let him cum any time soon, I was gonna draw out his training so his begging would become much more intense and hotter. He was trying to make sure he didn't lose out on this opportunity for the second time this week. He knew from experience how horrible it was going to be if he fucked up and had to go without an orgasm for another week. He continued to beg me pulling my cock out of my shorts, he was like a junkie for my piss his hands stroked me hard as he looked up eagerly yet subservient, did I mention how cute he was kneeling before me, “Drink my piss.”
Rob pulled my cock into his mouth, sucking deeply and moaning as I started to piss like a horse, filling his mouth and belly. I really gave it to him. His hand started stroking his dick. He started gagging trying to keep it together as he swallow and jerked off. But he spat and coughed and a spurt of my urine left his mouth and cascaded down his shirt. I stopped the stream briefly to let him get ahold of himself, and then I grabbed his chin roughly to direct his attention to me, “That is unacceptable. I am giving you a gift. Don’t fucking disrespect me by spitting it out. You spill anymore, and you will earn ten lashes from my belt when we’re done.”
He looked up at me with determination and desperation. I let go and began to piss once again, this time a little slower. “Drink my piss just like the white slave you want to be,” I said taunting him and building the degradation. Rob was still stroking his dick hard and making little noises as he was getting closer and closer to the edge and wanting so much to cum, but he had little time to do it. He knew he had to take all my piss without spilling any more of my precious gift out of his mouth while he jerked to orgasm. My degrading name-calling excited him more, “Yeah, my nasty white boy drinks my hot yellow piss because it is so fucking good for him. I am superior, and it makes you so weak and hungry for it.”
He blushed again, though not with the same fire of denial that he once had and continued to drink my hot piss. He had tears rolling down his face but was still taking my piss in his mouth and jerking hard. I kept egging him on, "It's ok for a faggot to be humiliated," he had to learn to enjoy it and be better, more submissive to me and these words seemed to go right into him exciting him, giving him hot burning humiliation and increasing his thirst for my delicious yellow drink and subservience to me, his Master.
He didn't have much longer, I had a few seconds more of piss in me he would have to accept every drop and still risk the consequences if he didn’t cum in time. He tried and kept going his hand job was becoming harder and faster, “Keep drinking my piss, bitch. I’m almost done, you better hurry,” I said forcefully.
“Ugh...” was all he managed and the effort showed in the deep red of his face. A small bit of piss leaked out of the corner of his mouth, I knew then that he would give anything to cum at this point, anything to have an end to his suffering, to have a momentary respite in his life and get some pleasure from an orgasm but like all the other times my stream stopped before he was able to orgasm, it always did, it always will. I grabbed both his hands breaking him into tears, “Please, Sir,” he begged, “It's been over a month, I've been good.”
“Have you, bitch?”
“Yes Sir, I did all the things you asked of me, everything. I've been such a good boy, I'm only asking you this once then I won't ask again, please, please, Sir, let me have an orgasm, I want to cum so bad.”
“You haven't been able to orgasm yet, I thought by now you would be so desperate you would’ve cum by now,” I said flatly grabbing the cage and locking his clit back up. Rob's expression was indescribable, his desperation was a funny sight that almost got a laugh out of me. I leaned against the sink, Rob knew exactly how he could win me over and he went for it,
“Maybe... you mentioned having some friends over... maybe... maybe... Ummmmm... if I drank all of their piss would it be enough for me to cum, could I, Sir?”
The white boy was so cute, he was so desperate that he was now begging for the piss party that I had offered him the other day, “What about this,” I said as I pointed to his piss-soaked shirt, “I don't think you deserve it, it’s a privilege to serve black men and now you're asking for it? Think of how much you would humiliate yourself in front of them when you spill their piss like you did mine!”
“But Sir, I… I need it.”
“You think it’s just that easy, all these weeks locked up and you think that I'd let you out for some drinks with the guys, do you want to embarrass yourself and beg for their piss,” I asked teasing him. Rob would learn and would eventually stop trying to bargain, stop trying to avoid my control. He would learn to serve my will, follow my commands, and become my slave. He was meant to obey and serve, his life will be far happier that way.
His attempts were not pointless, they were part of my pattern to break him down. Soon he would find acceptance and admit defeat but right now he wasn't acknowledging the obvious, not completely. Even if he wanted to deny himself for the rest of the evening that's what he'd have to do, to save himself any more pain because he had no say, no bargaining power. My will would be his actions, I would control his decisions. I would decide for him, it was my duty, my mission as a black man, I would be his Master. It was his duty as a submissive to listen and accept as a white slave that was my philosophy on obedience.
“Please, Sir… I… I will do better,” Rob pleaded. "I won't spill any. I'll be good, Sir.“
“Ok, boy. I'll set it up for next weekend. But you will remain caged until then. No getting out anymore when drinking my piss. Got it, boy? I'm doing this as a treat for you. And I expect some gratitude and sacrifice for it,” I told Rob.
The look of abject horror on his face as he realized what I was going to keep him locked up was priceless. I can see he doesn’t know if I mean it. I wonder if he would risk the chastity punishment just to make me happy. “Yes, I understand, Master. Thank you. Thank you, Master, I love you.”
“Good. Just be obedient,” I stepped out of my shorts and got into the shower and pulled him in with me still wearing his piss-soaked clothes, “We need to clean you up now, don’t we?”
--
After a quick shower together Rob dried me and we went back to the couch and sat on it naked. He worshipped my body while I watched TV. His gentle hands kneaded my hard muscles softly and tenderly as I relaxed on the couch. His hands followed my curves around to the front, stopping shy of my cock by a couple of inches. Rob moved his fingers along my abdomen toward my manhood taking care not to let his fingers come in contact, “That’s it, such a good boy for your Master. This is the total of your life, serving me will give you purpose and meaning. Nothing you’ve done before or who you were before matters now, your life will be to serve and propel me onward and upward,” I stroked his cheek lovingly as I continued, "I can do whatever I want to you, you'll be grateful if I kept you locked up, won't you. You will forget about your clit and focus on me, not your pathetic little clit."
"P... p.. please, sir may I please have permission to suck your cock?"
He looked so scared and pathetic as he waited for my reply I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. He was locked and denied, weeks without an orgasm and yet he wanted to pleasure me. I think I love him.
"What a good little white slave you are asking so nicely. I'm going to enjoy watching you worship my cock. You'll start with my balls and work your way up to my shaft," his tongue darted out and licked across my nuts, I sighed contentedly enjoying the soft touch of his lips and tongue. I was soaring into an Alpha headspace that made me feel fucking omnipotent. I locked this white faggot up for fun, denied him orgasm for weeks and here he was worshiping my balls after begging me to suck my cock, he was focused only on my pleasure, it was so fucking hot!
He licked along the underside of my shaft and wrapped his lips around my cockhead, "Now, don't get greedy, bitch take it slow," he sucked gently, I closed my eyes to focus as my cock grew harder and he struggled to fit it all in his mouth, I felt the back of his throat and held him in place for a few seconds before releasing him, "Good boy, now suck my black cock and concentrate on giving me pleasure, that's right, keep doing that," it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building, "Get ready to swallow all of my cum, bitch You're gonna be a good boy and drink every last drop and if you..."
He didn't wait for me to finish, he swallowed my cock whole causing me to suddenly erupt down his throat. He tried to pull away but I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to stay on my cock, I could feel him swallowing frantically to avoid suffocation as I pushed harder until my cock popped into his throat. His face was getting red, he was choking, and his spasming throat felt so good on my cock, "FUUUUUUCK! My pleasure means more than air, white cunt, suck it down!"
I relaxed my grip and let him breathe, his face was flushed and his eyes were watery but I didn't see panic or defiance just a beaten white boy who wanted to be a good slave, "Good bitch, now hold it there," My softening cock was in his mouth for about a minute until I let my bladder go, "Don't you dare spill a drop," I could feel my piss filling his mouth and watched as he swallowed, "That's it, bitch, drink my piss," I emptied my bladder and enjoyed the sensation of the warm liquid passing through my cock and into my white slave for the second time today.
When he finished, he looked me straight in the eye his gaze lasted nearly a minute before the white boy averted his gaze to the floor. I was so excited to see him turn into a slave for me, it made me so turned on seeing this submissive let himself become my slave, I could tell he was right there at the threshold, he was so close but I wasn't going to show him mercy yet.
A few days later I walked into the bathroom and Rob ran in after me, “Master,” he said quietly and demurely. I turned to face my boy and asked him to speak louder, “I want... I… I, uh, need your piss, please Sir!”
“Are you sure, boy?”
“Yes,” Rob said urgently, “Please...”
“Beg me for what you need beg like the piss desperate faggot that you are.” I grabbed Rob's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. My voice took on that powerful edge. The tone of someone who held full power and knowledge of the consequences should a white slave refuse an order.
He knelt down and looked up at me. He was trying to gauge my response and his chances at release, which were impeding his ability to properly worship me and my cock. Rob would learn proper worship and embrace it in time, but at the present his will was fighting against his subservience. He had been locked up for over a month at this point. I loved his tortured mind; however, the heart of the problem was that he was still focused on his own pleasure rather than on mine. I'll know he's making real progress when his attention is entirely on me and my pleasure.
I fed off his submission; it gave me more strength. I looked down at him kneeling before me, and his dick, as small as it is when caged, hadn’t tried to grow to fill its cramped metal prison. Seeing it limp, I knew then that he was almost mine to control. While a smaller, more humiliating cage would be hotter on the white boy, the pain would have been almost unbearable, and his submission would never have progressed as quickly. But I was going to make sure he would be in a smaller cage soon.
I took the key from around my neck and released his cage, I wasn't going to let him cum any time soon, I was gonna draw out his training so his begging would become much more intense and hotter. He was trying to make sure he didn't lose out on this opportunity for the second time this week. He knew from experience how horrible it was going to be if he fucked up and had to go without an orgasm for another week. He continued to beg me pulling my cock out of my shorts, he was like a junkie for my piss his hands stroked me hard as he looked up eagerly yet subservient, did I mention how cute he was kneeling before me, “Drink my piss.”
Rob pulled my cock into his mouth, sucking deeply and moaning as I started to piss like a horse, filling his mouth and belly. I really gave it to him. His hand started stroking his dick. He started gagging trying to keep it together as he swallow and jerked off. But he spat and coughed and a spurt of my urine left his mouth and cascaded down his shirt. I stopped the stream briefly to let him get ahold of himself, and then I grabbed his chin roughly to direct his attention to me, “That is unacceptable. I am giving you a gift. Don’t fucking disrespect me by spitting it out. You spill anymore, and you will earn ten lashes from my belt when we’re done.”
He looked up at me with determination and desperation. I let go and began to piss once again, this time a little slower. “Drink my piss just like the white slave you want to be,” I said taunting him and building the degradation. Rob was still stroking his dick hard and making little noises as he was getting closer and closer to the edge and wanting so much to cum, but he had little time to do it. He knew he had to take all my piss without spilling any more of my precious gift out of his mouth while he jerked to orgasm. My degrading name-calling excited him more, “Yeah, my nasty white boy drinks my hot yellow piss because it is so fucking good for him. I am superior, and it makes you so weak and hungry for it.”
He blushed again, though not with the same fire of denial that he once had and continued to drink my hot piss. He had tears rolling down his face but was still taking my piss in his mouth and jerking hard. I kept egging him on, "It's ok for a faggot to be humiliated," he had to learn to enjoy it and be better, more submissive to me and these words seemed to go right into him exciting him, giving him hot burning humiliation and increasing his thirst for my delicious yellow drink and subservience to me, his Master.
He didn't have much longer, I had a few seconds more of piss in me he would have to accept every drop and still risk the consequences if he didn’t cum in time. He tried and kept going his hand job was becoming harder and faster, “Keep drinking my piss, bitch. I’m almost done, you better hurry,” I said forcefully.
“Ugh...” was all he managed and the effort showed in the deep red of his face. A small bit of piss leaked out of the corner of his mouth, I knew then that he would give anything to cum at this point, anything to have an end to his suffering, to have a momentary respite in his life and get some pleasure from an orgasm but like all the other times my stream stopped before he was able to orgasm, it always did, it always will. I grabbed both his hands breaking him into tears, “Please, Sir,” he begged, “It's been over a month, I've been good.”
“Have you, bitch?”
“Yes Sir, I did all the things you asked of me, everything. I've been such a good boy, I'm only asking you this once then I won't ask again, please, please, Sir, let me have an orgasm, I want to cum so bad.”
“You haven't been able to orgasm yet, I thought by now you would be so desperate you would’ve cum by now,” I said flatly grabbing the cage and locking his clit back up. Rob's expression was indescribable, his desperation was a funny sight that almost got a laugh out of me. I leaned against the sink, Rob knew exactly how he could win me over and he went for it,
“Maybe... you mentioned having some friends over... maybe... maybe... Ummmmm... if I drank all of their piss would it be enough for me to cum, could I, Sir?”
The white boy was so cute, he was so desperate that he was now begging for the piss party that I had offered him the other day, “What about this,” I said as I pointed to his piss-soaked shirt, “I don't think you deserve it, it’s a privilege to serve black men and now you're asking for it? Think of how much you would humiliate yourself in front of them when you spill their piss like you did mine!”
“But Sir, I… I need it.”
“You think it’s just that easy, all these weeks locked up and you think that I'd let you out for some drinks with the guys, do you want to embarrass yourself and beg for their piss,” I asked teasing him. Rob would learn and would eventually stop trying to bargain, stop trying to avoid my control. He would learn to serve my will, follow my commands, and become my slave. He was meant to obey and serve, his life will be far happier that way.
His attempts were not pointless, they were part of my pattern to break him down. Soon he would find acceptance and admit defeat but right now he wasn't acknowledging the obvious, not completely. Even if he wanted to deny himself for the rest of the evening that's what he'd have to do, to save himself any more pain because he had no say, no bargaining power. My will would be his actions, I would control his decisions. I would decide for him, it was my duty, my mission as a black man, I would be his Master. It was his duty as a submissive to listen and accept as a white slave that was my philosophy on obedience.
“Please, Sir… I… I will do better,” Rob pleaded. "I won't spill any. I'll be good, Sir.“
“Ok, boy. I'll set it up for next weekend. But you will remain caged until then. No getting out anymore when drinking my piss. Got it, boy? I'm doing this as a treat for you. And I expect some gratitude and sacrifice for it,” I told Rob.
The look of abject horror on his face as he realized what I was going to keep him locked up was priceless. I can see he doesn’t know if I mean it. I wonder if he would risk the chastity punishment just to make me happy. “Yes, I understand, Master. Thank you. Thank you, Master, I love you.”
“Good. Just be obedient,” I stepped out of my shorts and got into the shower and pulled him in with me still wearing his piss-soaked clothes, “We need to clean you up now, don’t we?”
--
After a quick shower together Rob dried me and we went back to the couch and sat on it naked. He worshipped my body while I watched TV. His gentle hands kneaded my hard muscles softly and tenderly as I relaxed on the couch. His hands followed my curves around to the front, stopping shy of my cock by a couple of inches. Rob moved his fingers along my abdomen toward my manhood taking care not to let his fingers come in contact, “That’s it, such a good boy for your Master. This is the total of your life, serving me will give you purpose and meaning. Nothing you’ve done before or who you were before matters now, your life will be to serve and propel me onward and upward,” I stroked his cheek lovingly as I continued, "I can do whatever I want to you, you'll be grateful if I kept you locked up, won't you. You will forget about your clit and focus on me, not your pathetic little clit."
"P... p.. please, sir may I please have permission to suck your cock?"
He looked so scared and pathetic as he waited for my reply I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. He was locked and denied, weeks without an orgasm and yet he wanted to pleasure me. I think I love him.
"What a good little white slave you are asking so nicely. I'm going to enjoy watching you worship my cock. You'll start with my balls and work your way up to my shaft," his tongue darted out and licked across my nuts, I sighed contentedly enjoying the soft touch of his lips and tongue. I was soaring into an Alpha headspace that made me feel fucking omnipotent. I locked this white faggot up for fun, denied him orgasm for weeks and here he was worshiping my balls after begging me to suck my cock, he was focused only on my pleasure, it was so fucking hot!
He licked along the underside of my shaft and wrapped his lips around my cockhead, "Now, don't get greedy, bitch take it slow," he sucked gently, I closed my eyes to focus as my cock grew harder and he struggled to fit it all in his mouth, I felt the back of his throat and held him in place for a few seconds before releasing him, "Good boy, now suck my black cock and concentrate on giving me pleasure, that's right, keep doing that," it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building, "Get ready to swallow all of my cum, bitch You're gonna be a good boy and drink every last drop and if you..."
He didn't wait for me to finish, he swallowed my cock whole causing me to suddenly erupt down his throat. He tried to pull away but I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to stay on my cock, I could feel him swallowing frantically to avoid suffocation as I pushed harder until my cock popped into his throat. His face was getting red, he was choking, and his spasming throat felt so good on my cock, "FUUUUUUCK! My pleasure means more than air, white cunt, suck it down!"
I relaxed my grip and let him breathe, his face was flushed and his eyes were watery but I didn't see panic or defiance just a beaten white boy who wanted to be a good slave, "Good bitch, now hold it there," My softening cock was in his mouth for about a minute until I let my bladder go, "Don't you dare spill a drop," I could feel my piss filling his mouth and watched as he swallowed, "That's it, bitch, drink my piss," I emptied my bladder and enjoyed the sensation of the warm liquid passing through my cock and into my white slave for the second time today.
When he finished, he looked me straight in the eye his gaze lasted nearly a minute before the white boy averted his gaze to the floor. I was so excited to see him turn into a slave for me, it made me so turned on seeing this submissive let himself become my slave, I could tell he was right there at the threshold, he was so close but I wasn't going to show him mercy yet.
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