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Master's dick began to rhythmically hit the back of my throat, each hit allowing me to practice obeying Clause 4. Would I succeed in doing so within the proscribed six weeks, what if I didn't , I realised that a yet unknown clause would answer that question
Master then with drew. But remained towering over me;
Look at me boy, he said calmly. Look at my dick. It's beautiful isn't it.
Yes Master
Look at how great it looks just lying here in my hands, ten inches of meaty perfection. It feels great. You know what's even better?
No Master.
Knowing that i'm the only one here that can play with his own dick as and when I want. All you slaves are locked, and can only dream of such freedom. But no your dicks are locked away, their freedom is reliant on me.
As he said this i felt a twinge in my groin, i absent mindedly reached down to feel and readjust, only to feel a lump of plastic covering my dick. Oh how I wished I'd wanked that morning.
He stepped forward a fraction and moistened my lips with the briefest hint of precum, as he gently brushed my lips with the tip of his meaty cock.
He laughed, and for the first time in over two hours put the dick back in his trousers. I noticed then that they had been cut to show off his bulge, so even when hidden I would be constantly reminded of my locked status.
Lunchtime he announced. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Phil , it's lunchtime I'll be with you shortly.
He lifted me by my shirt collar and lifted me onto my feet.
Follow me. I followed him into the office where my new coworkers / fellow slaves were. Unlike the last time that I was shown the room, when all six stood to attention on Master's entrance, this time they were all on all fours. Before each one two empty metal bowls.
Clause 9 - All employees will eat from dog bowls unless otherwise instructed. Each bowl will be licked clean. Master walked to a cabinet, pulled out two bowls, spat into both, handed them to me. These are yours. I stood there with them in my hands slightly perplexed.
Suddenly I felt my left cheek sting., as his hand slapped me hard.
Clause 11 During lunchtime all employees will be no higher than the level of Master's waist
So you'd better get kneeling quick. I quickly obeyed.
Looking round I saw the other slaves were on their knees hands outstretched holding one of the bowls. Master went back to the cabinet and returned with a plastic tub full of baked beans. He emptied the contents into five of the bowls. Two bowls remained unfilled mine and one being held by a fortish man, with a closely cropped beard and evidence that he was a regular visitor to the gym
Master spoke to him, Mike, remind Paul here what Clause 9 is . Sir, Clause 9 - All employees will eat from dog bowls unless otherwise instructed. Each bowl will be licked clean. Sir.
Yes. Good. But there's a problem isn't there. Yes Sir, you have a problem obeying the last part don't you. Been a slave for six months and you've yet to leave the bowl clean.
No Sir, Sorry Sir.
Paul, let me introduce you to Clause 20 . Failure to comply with any instruction can result in a punishment that Master deems suitable and appropriate. So Mike here has had his own special meal for the last month, much less pleasant than cold baked beans. I had hoped that it would make him realize the error of his ways and finally obey, but somehow Mike doesn't like Pedigree Chum. I shot a look at Mike who looked as if he was about to be sick. Master then opened a tin of wet dogfood into the bowl. Stuck his finger in it and and offered it to Mike who reluctantly opened his mouth and swallowed.
So Paul I hope this serves as a warning to you . Eat up or else, I may not even be kind enough to stick to dog food if I need to punish you. No need to answer , it was a rhetorical question. Now what shall I give you to eat. As a new slave I can't be giving you anything better than beans, I know. He returned from the cabinet , with a box of dried dog food. This will be your diet for the week, he said pouring the contents into the bowl.
Master clapped his hand and all six put their full bowls down, I followed suit. Eat he commanded. I looked as they all plunged their faces into their bowl, some with more enthusiasm than others,. Mike being the least enthusiastic.
I watched as he hesitated to start eating the cold tinned dog food in the bowl making his stomach churn. Master had the answer, he placed his foot on Miles head and pushed.
"It stays here until I hear the sound of eating"
This was enough for me to suppress my own gag reflex and start to eat the dried dog food in my bowl. It tasted vile, but it was i imagine gourmet dining compared to Mike's meal.
I was just about coming to the end of my meal when I heard the noise of grown men barking. Not a clause Paul, but an empty bowl is signified by the sound of barking, as that what Happy dogs do, and during lunch time that's what you are. I took my last mouthful, made sure the bowl was clean and started to bark.
Mike was still eating, when Master clapped his hands.
Lunchtime is almost over. Get cleaning. The five slaves who had beans for lunch approached each other and started licking each others faces, removing the final traces of bean juice off their colleagues faces. Mike looked dejected, a good third of his meal remained, and clumps of dog food were stuck in his beard.
Paul, clean him up Master commanded.
I hesitated. Come on boy, I have plenty of ideas on how to inflict Clause 20 on you for your first infringement.
I approached Mike and slowly started to lick his face, as I licked the remains of his meal entered my mouth i worked out that immediately swallowing would make this task bearable.
Master whispered into my ear. Godboy, looks as if you have a taste for dog food. Mike looks more human now thanks to you. I took one final look at Mike to see if any remained, he looked at me embarrassed, I gave his face a final lick, and smiled.
Lunch over get back to work, except for John. Bend over I want another fuck. The six slaves returned to their desks, five of them sat down, but John bent over his, the butt plug still in place. Master removed it pointed it in my direction, and i instinctively wrapped my lips round the head, as Master pushed it down my throat.
John's groans filled the office, yet the other slaves carried on working ignoring the spectacle in front of them, i knelt there the taste of arse juice filling my throat , a welcome relief after teh dog food. After ten minutes I heard Master groan, he was obviously coming, as he did he snattched the plug from my mouth and shoved it back up Johns arse. His seed firmly being kept in place.
Ok Paul, back to my office, I have some phone calls to do. It's only 1.30 Another five hours to go before this shift ends.