It was now four months since Master instructed us slaves to all live under one roof. It was easiest for me as I had just been renting, all I had to do was to take my few belongings to the local charity shops. When I walked out of the Estate Agent having handed them my key, making sure that the three men in the front of the office had been given one of Master's business cards each, and ignoring the shocked face made by the woman on the front desk of me in my short shorts, and Piss pig T shirt, I knew that my journey as Masters slave was speeding along at a faster pace. A pace that I was hoping would start to accelerate. Master was now going to be in complete control of my waking life, and for much of the sleeping too.
The transition had been less easy for the others John, who was still married, he secretly hoped that his husband would forgive him for his layabout behaviour that had led to his being enslaved. But as time went by he realised that this was less likely , and being ordered to move in with Master was preferable to the fate of Mike who was now suffering in South Africa. Phil, Richard, and Kurt and Eric had transferred ownership of their homes to Master. Kurt and Eric had found it most difficult to cope with having in their pre slave days used their place as an occasional dungeon whereas Dom Top who had caused terror to many a young innocent man exploring BDSM. They had managed to buy it cheap when they were both in well paid city jobs, convincing the elderly owner to sell at well below market price.
Master had persuaded the Estate agent to forego any commission, on the understanding that he could make use of the previous owners. It turned out he had been a victim of tier brutality some years previously. The morning before completion Kurt and Eric entered their former home for the last time. It was now mostly empty Master having sold their possessions, having made sure they knew exactly how much or in some cases how little years worth of expenditure had been sold for. Kurt, who had prided himself on his collection of first edition comics, almost broke down when Master informed him he had sold a collection worth thousands for twenty quid. Master knew that increasing his psychological hold of his slave was more important than holding out whilst moneyed geeks tried to out bid each other.
The two of them endured almost twenty four hours of pain, first at the hands of the Estate Agent, who despite his submissiveness was a dab hand with the whip. The agent's colleagues then turned up , making sure that Eric and Kurt's throats were well used. Whilst this was happening the agent was contacting local men on Recon and the other Apps, inviting them over to have some fun. "Bring your own toys' being the only proviso. They had very little sleep as the stream of men continued to come in. When they did, they were woken up at 8 am . Two stocky rugby players stood before them. Obviously sweaty from a long run.
Come on then , these pits need cleaning, said one of them, and his arse crack too. Then you can empty these, he said, grabbing his balls.
Kurt and Eric got to work tonguing the two strangers clean, both hoping that their stomachs would be filled with sum cum and piss, both being hungry and thirsty after the previous day. As the piss finally stopped flowing the estate agent arrived.
Almost finished. Follow me.
They followed him upstairs to what had been their Master bedroom, into the ensuite. Stay here. He cuffed them to a chain that went round the base of the toilet. Your service will still be required.
An hour of so later the removal men arrived, who took great pleasure in using the unusual bathroom fixture.
Two hours into the removal activity they heard one of the removal men close a conversation on the phone.
So both of them are trained to eat shit. Great
Finally the removal men left. Eric and Kurt had spent the final day in their former home being used in ways that were almost as bad as the way they themselves had treated the innocent subs they had brought home. A few minutes later the Estate Agent walked in.
Sorry, the shitters were only a temporary fixture, you'd' have had to pay much more for the house if they had come with it.
Behind him dressed in jeans and T shirts were the rugby players from the morning.
Let me introduce you to the new owners. Ed says they can use your mouths as a housewarming gift. They had a curry for lunch so open wide.
That evening back at Master's he opened a bottle of expensive champagne to celebrate the sale. We were all given a glass, all of us except Kurt who had his served in a dog-bowl, and Eric who had it second hand, via the piss Master, and the rest of us slaves had as a result of the celebrating.