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It was a busier night , than the previous one, the inside of the bar already thick with the smell of leather and rubber.
Worm aka the waiter had immediately fallen prostrate on the floor on entering and was indeed moving along the floor as if he was a worm. His collar attached to a leash held by Matt. He was obviously practiced at this as he weaved his way through various pairs of legs through the changing area into the main bar.
Boss turned to me, with one of his smiles, put his hands around my throat , and remembered the rules boy. Boss, yes Boss.
Boss was again the centre of attention, everyone who spoke to him showed him reverence, even those who I had seen on Recon and had considered to be the top strata of Masters and Dominants. He eventually managed to get served at the bar, a beer for him, water for me.
He surveyed the bar area, and spotted the bootblack setting up, a handsome bald headed ma, with a well groomed ginger beard and tache. He walked over and watched as the bootblack finished setting up.
Hello Boss, he smiled. Take a seat. I heard you were in town, and have been looking forward to serving your boots.
Boss turned to me, stood there, and watched. A Master who doesn't appreciate the service of a bootblack doesn't deserve the title. Seeing them channel their natural submissiveness into a practical activity brings us all joy.
I watched as the bootblack got to work, he evidently enjoyed being at the feet of a dominant man, I watched as he applied layers of wax to Boss's footwear, each application being done with care and precision. Then the shining. During this bootblack and Boss conversed, a natural conversation where their natural status was obvious and each was content with it. Finally the final flourish., and the bootblack stepped back.
Boss took a note out of his wallet, handed it to me and indicated that I was to present it to the bootblack. Remembering his instructions before leaving the hotel, I knelt down, kissed the bootblack's own feet and offered him the money.
HE took the money off me, and twisted me around and pointed to Boss's feet Save your worship for those.
Master stood up, got himself a beer, and made his way outside to the smoking area. It was heavy with the scent of cigars, the low light exaggerating the glow from the cigars.
The muscle bear from last night appeared and greeted Boss.
Ah the piss pig from last night
He's an Ash pig tonight , nothing else Boss responded. But please feel free to use him as you wish. If I'm not actively using him, - he's yours.
Remember boy you are property, I can decide whether or not to use you. Tonight I feel generous and happy to share you.
He took a puff on his cigar and blew directly in my face, suppressing an urge to cough. I looked straight ahead as my face was engulfed by smoke. He spat into his glove, he showed it to me and lifted it to my mouth. I swallowed.
Boss Thank You Boss.
For the next hour I stood as Boss' side, the only words that passed my lips were Boss, Sir and Thank You. As he and his friends blew their cigar smoke into my face and made me eat spit from tier gloved hands. Every now and then I was offered a handful of ash, for which I showed the necessary gratitude. Sometimes they would tantalise me allowing the ash to totally cool, whilst i silently begged to be allowed to eat, at others i had to ingest ash that was almost white hot, scalding my tongue whilst i allowed it to lie there cooling on my tongue before swallowing.
Boss instructed me to stay whilst he went for another drink.
Remember boy if anyone wants to use you they can. He pressed a finger to my lips. No need to answer, the answer is Boss, Yes Boss He hadn't been gone long when the Muscle Bear appeared.
OK bitch, it's play time. Ready? Sir Yes Sir. He grabbed the back of my collar and pushed me into a corner.
He unzipped his jacket, exposing his chest, his pecs were big and meaty.
He looked at me, he looked at his chest, he looked at me again.
I proceeded to suck on his left nipple, which was as thick as the cigar that was hanging out of his mouth.
Cant feel a thing bitch, You don't get nipples like that without a really hard chew. As I began to chew, I heard him groan
Good bitch, harder. I began to alternate hard biting, with gentle nuzzling and forceful sucking. Grabbing the nipple between my teeth and pulling back. His free nipple I began to squeeze and pull with my fingers. His groans of pleasure guided me. He then pushed me down his belly resting above the waistband of his leather jeans, I inhaled his scent, and found myself rubbing against his leg. Locked dick or not the animal in me was being set free.
I began to work my way down to his dick, that was however off limits as he pushed me further towards his boots. I could hear grunts as he was rubbing his crotch. A large splodge of spit hit the right boot followed by some beer, As I worshipped one boot he began to kick me hard with the other the rhythm of his grunts matching his licks. I stifled the shouts of pain by concentrating on my tongue work, I manoeuvred myself to get to the other boot when he closed his legs around my neck. I could feel the thrusting each thrust back being accompanied by a slight relaxation allowing me to catch my breath.
He grabbed my collar I was briefly at eye level with his cock, when he stuck my head between his things, again restricting my breathing as he thrusted and wanked himself,, after a few minutes of this he released me, just in time for my face to be splattered with his juice. I stayed where I was almost motionless. He took the remains of his cigar out of his clenched teeth, with his right hand he opened my jaw and placed it in mine. Zipped himself up and silently walked away.
I turned round. Boss was talking to some friends, I spat out the now dead cigar and returned to stand by his side, my right eye half closed with the Muscle Bears spunk. He turned towards me and blew smoke into my face, and resumed his conversation For the next half hour I stood there my arms behind my back, and I did not utter a word, as Boss more or less ignored me.
Ok boy let's go inside for a bit
I followed him, I could hear some heavy animalistic grunting. Worm was in a sling, surrounded by three leathermen. We watched as they took it in-turns to fuck and fist him. His legs secured in stirrups. His breathing was heavy, as his grunts were interspersed with Yes Sir. When finally the remaining leather man himself grunted as he was shooting a load into Worms well worn arse. Boss stood there waiting, as Worm settled down, He spotted Matt and called him over. I didn't hear what Boss said, but Matt said
Sure, and dragged me over to Worm. He pushed me down. To be level with his butt. It had been plugged by a beer bottle.
Matt pulled it out.
Clean him. A mix of lube, and cum was already beginning to leak , and forming a puddle of the floor, Matt pushed my face between the cheeks of worms butt,
I want to hear you eating.
I began to slurp sucking the juices into my mouth , my tongue invaded his whole to ensure that I wasn't leaving anything behind. Worm's hole began to relax as I slurped, allowing more of the juices to escape and find their way down my throat.
Then Boss pulled me back. That's enough. We need to get you cleaned up. I followed him to the bathroom. Matt was behind, In one of the cubicles he ordered me to kneel. He forced my head into the cistern, and activated the flush. A stream of water engulfed me. At that moment I was relieved that Master had ordered that I remained totally clean shaven.
The water stopped flowing, but was soon replaced by two streams of piss, Boss and Matt were pissing over me. When they finished, the Boss lifted me up.
Time to leave I think. Let's get Worm, you can finish cleaning him up at the Hotel.