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It was Friday, I had been summoned into Master's office, he was having a business meeting. I crawled in eyes downwards and made my way over to Master, I kissed his feet , and waited. He tapped my head twice, and using his fingers he gestured to indicate that I should look up.
He was wearing his pinstripe suit, one of my favourites as it exaggerated his authority , and made me feel as if I was the luckiest man on earth, being owned by him
he had already unzipped, and his dick was semi-hard waiting for me, i liked it when it was like this as I could open my mouth wide open, then close it around the head and shaft and play with my tongue play with its underside and then feel it get harder and longer. Only then would I begin to move up and down the shaft each thrust becoming increasingly forcefuL.
I knew that i was doing a good job, Master wouldn't even need to to touch my head, i was instigating my own violent face fuck, guided by his groans and the pulsating cock within my mouth
I knew Master was deep in conversation but could not hear a word, I could hear every single word but none of it made sense. I was concentrating on his dick, and would do so until instructed otherwise.
Suddenly a shot of cum hit the back of my throat. As much as I knew that I would probably regret it I felt proud that I had done a good job.
" It's a deal"
Master pushed me off his dick, a trace of cum and my saliva coating his beautifully formed head. He flicked and twirled his finger, indicating that I should turn round.
Looking up I saw a man in his fifties, white hair and a full beard, had obviously spent much of his spare time in the gym, although his full-on muscle days were behind him. A real silver fox.
Paul meet Jack. Jack, this is Paul, my newest slave.
Paul , Jack is over from America, his own slave couldn't come over, and he needs some company tonight. He's meeting friends in a leather bar for their smoking night, but want's a slave to be there with him too. And You are the boy for the job. You are his property until 9 on Monday.
Here Boy!
I crawled over. I put his hand under my chin, lifted it and looked into my eyes.
I like seeing the fear in a boy's eyes , he said, addressing Master. Before long that fear will turn to adoration.
Open, he forced his thumb into my mouth levering my jaw and let out a huge spit that hit my tongue and worked its way down into my gullet.
And? He said looking at me.
Thank You Sir,
It's Boss , you call me Boss.
Another hard lump of tobacco infused spit hit my mouth.
I'll leave you alone said Master leaving the room, John's daily fuck was going to be more public obviously.
Ok Boy, some rules, My Rules
You don't say No. Unless instructed otherwise you will be within two feet of me at all times Where practical when not being used your mouth will be within boot licking and cock sucking distance at all times You will always address me as Boss The only other words you need to say is Yes and Thank You Piss, spit cum , ash and shit - if I give you any of this you will devour it and thank me. If for any reason you need to speak you will bark. One bark if you need to stand and stretch your legs, two if you need a piss, three if you need a shit.
You should have no other reason to speak. Now as I'm in charge of you for the weekend we'd better go to yours and sort your outfit.
At Kennington we crossed over the platform to go southbound, as the carriage doors opened I saw it was relatively empty, both a blessing and a curse. A blessing as there were fewer people to see me, a curse that an empty carriage meant that those who were onboard had a better view of my submission.
Jack strode on and took a seat, I knelt between his legs.
Oink Oink, I heard a voice behind me. I continued to look straight ahead, concentrating on Jacks groin, his dick visibly hanging along his right thigh,
Oink Oink
Know him do you ? Oh yes, a good little pig slave. Good to know, otherwise he'd been in trouble when he gets returned to his Master on Monday
We entered my flat the first time I had brought anyone back since my ascent into slavery.
As soon as the door shut behind us, I fell to my knees and kissed Boss's shoes.
Good slave
Now ,as you are going to be with me for the next two days I need to get your wardrobe sorted. Where do you keep your clothes?
I silently crawled towards my bedroom.
Outside, face the front door and look down
After some twenty minutes of looking at the peeling paintwork of my front door I heard his footsteps.
Turn round. He had with a suitcase -clothes for all occasions, and a bin liner, * Clothes you wont need in future. He emptied the bin liner most of my underwear and an assortment of T shirts and trousers.
Remember I am in full control of you right now, Ed might not agree with my decisions but he understands that they are mine to make.
Ok. I've sorted out your outfits for the weekend. So off to my Hotel.
Boss decided that I had to get used to his smell and taste so as he had a nap, I was tied to a chair with one of his dirty jocks stuffed in my mouth.
Hopefully , you'll produce enough saliva to loosen those cum stains.
When he woke he removed the now sodden jock and wiped it over my face and head.
Ok let's get dressed. He opened the suitcase and pulled out a pair of short leather pants, and a t-shirt emblazoned with SLAVE, a heavy leather collar and knee pads. . He pointed to the bathroom, in there and get changed. Don't come out until I say so. While you wait you can get the stain out of this, he threw a pair of briefs in my face, i noticed a skid mark, I immediately knew what kind of stain he was talking about
I stuck the pants in my mouth and began to get dressed. The skimpiness of the outfit meant I was ready quickly, I knelt on the hard bathroom floor, becoming overwhelmed by the taste of Boss's arse, and the remains of his shit.
He finally called me, Boy. Out here.
I shuffled out on my knees, he stood there head to toe in leather, embodying the fantasy Leather Daddy. I stopped, and looked at the vision before me, the knee high leather boots, the tight fitting pants, the jacket and underneath a tie and shirt. All leather. In his belt strap a nightstick.
I involuntarily moved my hand to my crotch as if I was going to readjust my dick, I had been so aroused I had forgotten I was locked.
Like what you see Boy.
Yes Boss.
Come closer, I approached my head at knee level. He used his nightstick to lift my head, and placing it behind pushed my head into his crotch.
Breathe in Boy, breathe in.
I inhaled the scent a mix of dead cow, Boss's testosterone and the remnants of all those who had been fortunate enough to worship him before me.
Ok time to eat, need to line our stomachs boy.
We left his Hotel room and were soon in the middle of the West end. I was apprehensive, again, walking outside in such a state was going to be a challenge.
I followed him, into a burger bar
Three burgers please he asked the server. I carried the tray to a quiet corner.
He took one burger, removed the top and spat on it . He then took a mouthful of the second and chewed, before spitting it on top of the spit, he did this a second time , and then placed the top of the bun back.
He finished the remains of the bun, leant forward, and belched in my face.
"Eat up" , he took a mouthful of the third bun, and began to eat it normally. I just sat there.
Come on eat, Remembering the fate of Mike, and the fear that that I could be carted off to a foreign country I obeyed the mix of cold half eaten burger and spit, sat uneasily in my mouth but I persevered and soon my plate was clean.
Within seconds of finishing, he began to probe my mouth, his leather covered gloves infused with tobacco working their way around , probing and exploring. I did my best to suppress my gag reflex
Ed has got you trained well, A shame I was looking forward to you eating a regurgitated burger.
With that he stood up, in his leathered majesty and said Central Line here we come.