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I was jolted awake by the painful feeling of the maintenance room door being slammed open into my legs...
"Well, well. I thought I saw your Jeep still parked outside. What's wrong? Hanging around so you can get some more cock?"
I was sure I knew that voice, but I lifted my head to confirm. Yep, it was Mike. He was dripping sweat and looked like he had just returned from the gym. I wasn't sure if I was happy to see him or scared...
Me: "Mike! You have to get me out of here, please! I'm wedged in down here, and my ass is burning on this fucking heater! Please just pull me out!"
Mike: "Interesting...you turn down my generous offer upstairs and now you want a favor from me??? Maybe I should just leave you here for one of the other residents to find..."
Me: "Please! I won't be your slave, but I'll do anything else you want! I'll even let you fuck me again! Just get me out of here and untie me!"
Mike: "Oh I want to do more than fuck you. If I let you out, you'll do anything I tell you to do while we're down here, understand?"
Me: "Whatever, just let me out!"
Mike: "Ok, just let me get something."
Mike disappeared for a good 20 minutes. He returned with a hamper full of dirty clothes and another man following behind him with a video camera on his shoulder.
Mike: "Slut, this is my good friend Kyle. You'll be making a video today to document our time together and he'll be recording it, as well as watching the stairs for unwanted visitors. You can thank him properly later. In the meantime, here's how it's going to go down. If any words come out of your cocksucking mouth except for "Yes sir" after my statement, Kyle and I will leave, pull the fire alarm, and let you explain yourself to the Fire Department.
"Now, as I said, we're going to make a video. You'll follow every order I give you as you play the part of the cockhungry faggot slut who will do anything for dick. You will smile for the camera and beg to become my bitch. I've written you a little script to follow along with, but feel free to improvise. I'll be untying you now for the video. Don't think about running because I still have your information. Understood?"
Me: "Yes sir..."
With those words, Mike yanked me out of the crevice and stood me up before him. He laughed at my red ass and said he'd remember this torture method for future slaves as he gave it a few whacks. He quickly cut off my bonds, had me pick up the panties and slide them on, and pushed me out into the hallway. I turned and was greeted by Kyle, who already had the camera on a tripod aimed right at me. He had his cock out in one hand and some cue cards in another. He grinned as he saw me and pressed what I assume was the record button on the camera once Mike came out of the maintenance room. Mike mouthed "follow along" as he turned towards me.
Mike: "Who are you? I just came down to do my laundry and find some half naked freak in the halls??? Get the fuck out of here!"
Me: "Sorry mister," I said following the script, "I've been looking for cock all day and hoped I would be able to find some here. Would you give me some cock sir?"
Mike: "What a disgusting faggot! I oughta beat the shit out of you right now! Look at you! You're covered in cum, you smell like piss, and your body looks like a filthy billboard. And why are you wearing panties? And is your ass taped shut???"
Me: "Well sir, I only wear panties because I'm no better than a bitch. Pussies are covered by panties and I have one. It's just in a different place."
"I tape my pussy shut because that's where I keep my favorite toy. It's a big green cucumber that keeps my slut hole stuffed and ready for giant cocks!"
Mike: "You really are sick... Still, I haven't gotten off in awhile and could use a warm hole for my cock. I don't stick my dick in pussy slut boys for nothing though. You have to earn it."
Me: "Yes sir, thank you so much! I'll do anything just to see your big cock, let alone touch it or taste it!"
Mike: "Then start with my laundry bitch!"
Taking the cue, I started taking the clothes out of his hamper and transferring them to the front-loading washer. The hamper was filled with nothing but dirty stinky socks and jockstraps and briefs with crusty cum/piss/shit stains. I managed to squeeze them all into the overloaded washer and began to close the door when I felt a sting on my butt...
Mike: "You're forgetting something," Mike said, gesturing to himself and raising his arms.
Of course he wanted the clothes he was wearing thrown in the wash too. I walked over to him and lifted his shirt over his head and arms. I was instantly greeted by the strong smell of his nasty sweaty pits. Still trying to look happy for the camera, I let out a gasp as if I were in awe of his physique.
I slowly kneeled down, untied his shoes, gently pulled them off, and set them to the side. I peeled each disgusting sweaty sock off his large feet and placed them with his shirt.
Next were his shorts. I smiled at the camera and licked my lips as I slowly pulled them down his muscular thighs and off of his legs. Underneath he wore your standard white jockstrap which was straining to contain the large cock which had fucked me only hours before. I kissed the pouch, (per the cue cards), and pulled the jock down his legs. His cock bobbed out and slapped me in the face. I just smiled and let out a little giggle. I looked up at Mike's grinning face and saw he was clearly enjoying the show.
I picked up the clothes and stuffed them in the washer. I asked Mike for some soap and quarters and he said he could just wash them later.. However, he couldn't wash his shoes, so he said I'd need to do that myself. I could take a hint. I dropped into my knees in front of the camera, picked up a shoe in each hand, and licked up and down each sole; sucking each shoelace clean, and sticking out my tongue to show how much dirt and grime I had collected
When Mike was satisfied with my performance, he spoke:
Mike: "You do a good job faggot! I'm almost ready to slip you some cock I think! However, it would be rude of me to fuck you while I'm so dirty, what just coming from the gym and all."
Following the cue cards, I cried out, "No sir! I'll take any cock, anywhere, anytime! Dirty, clean, small, large! It doesn't matter!"
Mike: "No, no, I insist. Even a cockwhore like you should have a clean cock up their ass once in awhile. Get over here and clean me up!"
I crawled over to Mike and began licking at his feet and toes. He lifted each foot to let me get under them and clean off all the laundry/maintenance room dirt. Then I began lapping my way upwards. Calves, knees, thighs, all covered in a light sheen of sweat generated by the heat of his workout and the maintenance room. I moved on to his torso and cleaned the lint out of his navel, sucked on his sweat-soaked chest hair and nipples, and finished up with his salty pits, making sure to groan in pleasure as I covered each body part with my tongue.
He pulled his tight ass apart, signaling my next task. I kneeled down, held my breath, and slowly stuck my tongue against his hole. He immediately backed up, pushing my head against the wall and then burying it in his ass. My tongue extended fully into his chute and flailed about wildly as I gasped for air. He began fucking himself on my tongue, pulling himself forward and then slamming his ass back into my face. Eventually he slowed down and was content to allow me to finish cleaning him. Finally, he turned around and let me take care of his sweaty cock and balls.
Mike: "Excellent work slut! I'm feeling squeaky clean!"
Me: "Thank you sir. Would you please, please fuck me now???"
Mike: "Well you know, I was gonna, but that was so much work, you must be starving! I don't want to fuck you on an empty stomach, it could be dangerous! Why don't you fetch your "toy" out of your cunt and I'll fix you a drink!"
Me: "Ummmmmmm! Yummy yummy," I cheered for the camera.
I slowly removed the tape that was covering my hole. The cucumber slipped out of my stretched opening and onto the hard floor. It was glistening with every color of a very disgusting rainbow.
Sir pointed to the floor in front of him. I picked up my dinner and got to my knees at his feet. He produced a glass and filled it with a yellow stream of piss. Once full, he stopped his flow and set the glass in front of me. He placed his cockhead into my mouth and let the rest of his stream flow down my throat.
Mike: "Bon appetite, bitch!"
I licked Mike's old cum and my own assjuices off of the cucumber, throwing in small sips of piss in an attempt to nullify the taste. Once I had cleaned it off, I'd take a bite, swallow, drink some piss, dunk the rest of the cucumber into the piss, and repeat until it was all gone. I willed myself not to puke as I once again begged Mike to fuck me...
Me: "Please sir, my stomach is full now! Please, please, please fill my pussy with your big cock!"
Mike: "Ok then cumdump... I shouldn't, but you've earned it!"
With that, Mike moved behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing his hard cock up and down the panty-clad crack in my ass. Then, he bent me over and pushed my head into the washing machine filled with his dirty clothes. My surprised mouth was filled with an old crusty jockstrap as Mike began humping my ass. He succeeded in fucking a hole into the thin panties and plowed right into my ass. My cries of pain were muffled by the constant rotation of old socks and underwear in my mouth as my head bobbed around within the machine while Mike continued to pound my boi cunt. He came soon enough and I felt my insides drowning in his seed.
He pulled out of me and yanked my head out of the machine. He slapped my face, pushed me down to my knees, and wiped his cock off on in my hair. Kyle stepped out from behind him, grabbed me by the hair, and started beating my face with his dick. I opened my mouth and he shoved his full length down my throat. He used my hair to pull my head up and down on his cock as he violently facefucked me. He deposited a thick load down my throat which he washed down with a stream of his piss. He pulled out of my mouth and allowed me to lick him clean while Mike spoke...
Mike: "Ok boy, we're even. Now get the fuck out of this building by the time I count the three or I'll call all the residents down here to see the slut who lives in our basement. One...two..."
I spit Kyle's cock out of my mouth and darted up the stairs, happy to be free but nervous about what would happen next. I swung the building door open and took a moment to get my bearings. It was dark out...and cold...REALLY cold. Even my asshole which was still oozing Mike's cum out and down my legs was freezing. I saw bushes to my right and realized they must follow the entire building. Finally some luck! I ducked behind them and began crawling through them in my quest to reach my effects beneath Mike's window. Sharp thorns poked my naked skin and scraped my exposed asshole but I crawled on. The panties, my one article of clothing, were contantly getting tangled in the brush. I considered sliding out of them but did not want to risk being completely naked in public.
I finally reached the space beneath Mike's window and started sobbing. My clothes were there alright, but they had been shredded into unwearable stips of cloth. Just as bad, I found my wallet and keys in a deep puddle of piss and my shoes were nowhere to be found. That fucker Mike had obviously done this while I was sleeping in the maintenance room. I looked up and saw him waving at me through the window. I sat back against the building and cried into my hands.
I heard a window open and for a brief moment thought maybe Mike was taking pity on me and would toss me down some clothes. I looked up and saw a bucket spilling over. Not a bucket full of clothes but of cold water raining down on me. The water soaked me from head to toe and I was soon shivering in the cold cold wind.
Mike: "I said get the fuck out of here cockgobbler. NOW!"
"Fuck it," I thought. I grabbed my keys and wallet and tried to shake the piss off as best as I could. I jumped up, hopped over the bushes, and darted to my Jeep. I don't know if anyone saw me. I didn't care. I focused only ahead of me as I raced across the street to my ride. I quickly slid my key into the door and let myself in. I sat down on my wet seat, started the engine, and peeled out of the neighborhood. If you'll notice, I said "wet" seat. That's right. Mike, (and probably Kyle), had pissed all over my interior. Seats, dashboard, top, everywhere. I didn't care though. I had learned that I definitely had no interest in men or kinky sex games and now I was finally free.
Or was I...duh duh duh!
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