Two slaves in Madrid 7

When we got up the next day, I took Josh with me into the shower and, after making him kneel, I forced him to drink my first urine, knowing it was much stronger than last night’s, but he didn’t even flinch. He swallowed all of it, savoring it and enjoying it with a huge smile. I made him keep his in another two-liter Coca-Cola bottle in the fridge, and before leaving the house I told him to buy a whole bunch of things to use that night; when he had all the shopping, I told him to call me so I could give him the next instructions.

Marco wrote to tell me he was only free from 4 to 6 p.m. and then again from 11:30 p.m. onward. I ordered him to wait for me at 4:15 at the Vips next to his work.

I ate at home calmly, and at 4:20 I was walking into the restaurant. Marco was waiting for me, sitting at a round table at the back of the place. I deliberately passed right over him to sit down at the table, and I was able to confirm that the cage was still in place. I ordered a beer and leaned close to the brat’s ear:

-When I take the last sip of my beer, I want you to get up and go to the bathroom. Go into the stall farthest from the entrance, get naked, and wait for me kneeling on the floor with your mouth open. Do you understand, whore?

-Yes, master, I understand... although...

-If you say one more word, I’ll punish you (I replied very angrily). I only want to hear “yes, master” or “yes, sir,” let’s see if you finally learn it, because you seem fucking stupid...

-Yes, sir.

I drank the last sip of beer and he quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. Before going downstairs I ordered another draft beer at the bar, and with it in my hand I went down the stairs and pushed open the door with the “Men” sign hanging on it and knocked twice on the stall farthest from the door. Marco opened it. There he was, completely naked and kneeling on a small puddle of several pisses. I slid the bolt shut, pulled out my cock to put it in his mouth, and began to piss mercilessly. The brat swallowed everything as fast as he could, but he couldn’t stop it from spilling from the corner of his lips, running down over his nipples until some of it fell on the floor.

-I should force you to lick the floor, useless idiot.

-Please, master, don’t make me...

-Get dressed and go upstairs (I ordered).

When he closed the door to leave, I poured the beer into the toilet and, after making sure I was still alone, went out and pretended to piss in one of the three urinals outside. I saw that the one on my right had quite a lot of yellow liquid pooled in it, and I put the glass in to fill it with what I could. Since it wasn’t much, I went back into the stall and dipped it in until I had almost filled the whole glass. After that I went out.

When I got back to our table, Marco was trying to hide, embarrassed, the parts of his clothes that were wet. I sat down ac...