Terms and Conditions

By Ash Eater

Published on Mar 20, 2020

Gay

I was woken by a kick to the gut, it was Stan. I had no idea how much sleep I had had in the night, but I knew that I was glad of the little I had. On his arrival Stan had face fucked me , and had woken me up twice in the night to lick his butt clean.

Twenty minutes to get ready, I've got some breakfast for you . But let's get you in the mood first,

He unleashed a stream of piss on me. Then he set a bowl of slop down beside me.

Eat. I was still face down eating the cold claggy leftovers from yesterday, when I heard a van door slam shut , and some heavy footsteps walk towards me, Just as I was about to lift myself up, my face was pushed back down. "Stay, Eat. "

The second stream of piss of the morning suddenly hit the back of my head. It slowly trickled down making the slop that was left even sloppier. I quickly ate what was left before the second delivery van arrived.

By the time I had to report for breakfast duty twelve deliveries had been taken, most of them with at least two delivery men.

News of my services had spread as a result there was barely a moment where I was left alone, when I wasn't being showered with piss, I was either drinking it, or having to lick clean arses of ever decreasing cleanliness.

As a result it was 9.30 by the time I arrived in the final bathroom exhausted, and wet. Just as my final few minutes were coming to an end, the cleaner from last night came in.

You really need to make up for all this extra work you know. Piss everywhere, and a rubber glove again invaded my mouth. It was obvious that I was going to be spending the night with Stan again.

The next day was almost a repeat except I was even more popular, and wetter, and smellier. Shane had upped the ante. I had to worship his arse before he even considered showing me his dick, each visit required me to probe deeper and deeper with my tongue. Mid afternoon I was approaching the sixth floor, when I saw Shane, Stan and the cleaner talking and laughing. Shane spotted me, smiled, shook their hands and disappeared.

Although it had been busy it was still only 8.30 when I got to the final bathroom, I was ready to be used by the cleaner. He arrived and ignored me, and just went ahead with his cleaning duties. As he did so Shane walked in, looking a bit drunk.

I've come for a final piss, been at the pub since six, so I've topped it up with beer you'd better be thirsty.

He unzipped , and thrust his dick down my throat. I gulped it down. The flow stopped but his dick remained in my mouth, then the flow began again, eventually I couldn't cope and began to cough and splutter, spilling Shane's golden nectar on to the floor.

He withdrew his dick, and i immediately fell on the floor to drinking up what I could

Ed is definitely going to be pleased with you, a perfect little piss pig. But we have a problem today is Friday, this building will be all but empty until Monday morning. So what do we do with you?

Ed has asked me to come up with a solution, and who better to discuss it with than Stan, and George, your new best friends.

These are the choices, you go home, until Monday when Ed is back, you stay here in the basement, alone, with some slops from the kitchen as food, or George here takes you home.

We've decided that you are going to spend the weekend at George's. He's got a nice large dick that needs a lot of attention. Of course you know that already don't you . As he said this he began to attach a collar and lead t around my neck,

Oh yes , by the time you come back on Monday you will not only be a perfect pisspig, but a good little dog slave too.

Next: Chapter 15


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