Two slaves in Madrid 6

After showering together and seeing that he was quite a good cook, I decided he had earned the right to have dinner at the table with me. I liked that even while being given that privilege, he bent over backwards to serve me as if he were a butler on duty, asking my permission even to start eating after watching me take the first bite of the exquisite dinner he had prepared.

“What did you think of the brat?” I wanted to know. “Did you like that I used you together?”

He stopped eating and fell silent.

“Come on, answer... I want you to answer me with complete sincerity,” I demanded.

“If you enjoyed it, I enjoyed it too, Master...”

“Now answer me again without taking into account that I’m the Master and give me your honest opinion, that’s what I want to hear...”

“Do you really want me to tell you what I think or what I felt?” he asked me, puzzled.

“That’s exactly what I want, slave... spit it out!”

“I loved seeing you enjoy using both of us, but my dream would be that you wouldn’t need anyone else to serve you, only me, although I know perfectly well that’s impossible.”

“Completely impossible, I already warned you in the messages. I like using one slave, two, three, or as many as I feel like, even prostituting them if that’s what I want,” I made very clear to him.

“I understand that perfectly, sir, but you wanted to know what my dream was, and that would be my dream, forgive me...”

I couldn’t help it when I heard those words: my cock instantly got hard again, and it made me think the Englishman was starting to score points. When we finished dinner, I went back to the sofa with a couple more beers after ordering him to clear and clean everything before coming back into the living room. When he did, he asked me if he could go to the bathroom, that he needed to piss...

“In the plastic recycling bin in the kitchen there are two or three empty two-liter Coca-Cola bottles, bring me one because I want to watch you piss in it.”

When I had him in front of me with the bottle, I told him the following:

“Now I want you to piss into it very slowly. When I tell you to stop the stream, you’ll stop, and when I give you permission to continue, you’ll continue. Understood, whore?”

“Understood, sir.”

“Start,” I ordered. He took a few seconds to let the stream out, and when he did, he pressed the tip of his foreskin firmly against the plastic so nothing would fall outside. “Stop, whore.” He stopped, although the effort showed on his face. “Continue.... stop... continue... stop!” I made him wait more than two minutes before allowing him to continue again. “You can keep going until you finish, slave.” He filled almost three quarters of the bottle with his urine until the last drops fell. “Mmmmm, perfect, now cap the bottle and put it in the fr...