Two slaves in Madrid 17

I had a couple more beers in Callao, but since the bathrooms were too crowded, I ordered my English slave to follow me when I felt like pissing again, and we went into El Corte Inglés in Callao and went up to the children’s floor (which I imagined would be less busy) to enter the bathroom together. Not a trace of anyone… We entered one of the two little stalls with a toilet and I closed the door behind us.

“Get completely naked,” I ordered him. Josh hung all his clothes on a hook hanging from the door and knelt in front of me. “Now I want to piss on your face, your hair, and I’ll finish in your mouth to give you a little more to drink, but not much because I want to save a little for something I’ve thought of and that we’ll do afterward.”

“Mmmm, perfect, master,” he whispered.

And I began to piss on his face and hair, finishing in his open mouth, which drank the little I gave him with devotion. I ran my fingers through his wet hair to style it as if it had just been gelled, and I kissed his mouth, licking his soaked face to savor the taste of my urine mixed with the sweat on his face.

“Get dressed, we’re leaving,” I ordered. When Josh was about to put on his Calvin Klein underwear, I took it from his hands and threw it into the bathroom trash can. “I like you better without it; that way your big cock shows more as it moves under your tight jeans…”

Josh smiled when he heard my decision, and before leaving he smoothed his hair back, licking his fingers afterward.

“Mmmmm, I love using the gel you give me, sir. Allow me to say I’m still thirsty…”

“Well, that has an easy solution,” I replied, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the bathroom.

We went down the escalators making out, and I said in his ear:

“Now we’re going to a public bathroom, one of those on the street that works with coins. We can only be inside for 15 minutes because after that the door will open. So we’ll have to be quick. As soon as we go in, you get completely naked and drink the piss I have left. I’m going to take out my phone to record you doing it… when I don’t have a drop left, I’ll keep giving you orders…”

“Mmmmm, I love it!” he replied.

We walked to the public bathroom in the Ruiz Jiménez roundabout. I put in the coins after checking that no one was watching, and we went in together, locking the bolt as we entered. Josh quickly undressed, leaving his clothes on the sink, and knelt while I took my phone from my pocket and started recording, then took my cock out of my pants, directing my piss into his wide-open mouth. How much my whore likes my piss, I thought as I emptied the urine I had left, which he swallowed without wasting a single drop while I recorded him in close-up. When I finished, I was already so hard that I got a crazy urge to fuck him. “Get on all fours, dog,” I ordered, shoving my cock...