Time became an abstract concept. When Ben returned Rocky had no idea how much time had passed or even if it was day or night outside the confines of the illuminated space he was in.
“Slave?” said Ben as he appeared from the shadows with his c**k hard and his riding crop firmly in hand.
“Yes, sir,” Rocky replied.
Ben nodded. “Good.”
“Sir, I need to piss. Can I please piss?”
Ben disappeared into the shadows and returned with a bucket. He placed it directly in front of Rocky then took Rocky’s c**k. “Go for it.”
Ben had barely finished giving his permission when a strong stream of golden piss erupted from Rocky’s cockhead. It splashed into the bucket and Rocky could feel spots hitting his bare legs.
“I need to s**t, too,” he said, glancing away, humiliated at having to ask.
“Go ahead
