Grimeldo's slave

The slim young stallion was on his knees, his hooves cuffed behind his back. His ankles were connected to each other by a spreader. A third ran to a ring in the dog collar circling his neck. His cock and ears were decorated with heavy gold rings. His fur was white almost ghostly so. The color made the stark brands stand out even more. He was sweating.

His mouth was open wide, his tongue out as far as it would go. Is eyes were focused on the hefty shaft that graced his tongue.

The more muscular stallion, to whom the shaft belonged, was wearing a latex suit. After he had been standing there an hour, he noticed the stallion was still not moving. Satisfied he was being obeyed, he began again to lecture the stallion.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

“Sir?”

“What is it you want me to do slave?”

“To let me have your piss, sir.”

“Your begging me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes sir! Fill my mouth with piss sir! Please!”

“I told you didn’t I?”

The slave paused for a few seconds.

“Yes, sir, you told me. The first time you told me to drink your piss I resisted. I couldn’t do it sir. But you told me after a while with nothing to drink I would beg you. I would offer to do anything.”

“Is that what you are doing, you piss cunt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Before you get any pee, there are a few things you will have to do.

Yes, Sir. I will do anything you say.