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I screamed in pain as Boss's riding crop hit my arse.
Come on, get those last drops down you. My tongue soaked up the piss that remained at the bottom of his bidet. As I withdrew my tongue I grunted and let out one final oink.
It's been ages since I had ownership of a proper piss slave, I must try and rectify that, possibly before I return to Frankfurt.
My head was still in the bidet, I felt his fingers begin to explore my hole again, stretching and probing.
Come on pig show some gratitude, I began to squeal, in an attempt to both please him, and to encourage further exploration. As his fingers hit my prostate for the first time in ages I felt my dick harden. My squeals turned to grunts as the pace and ferocity of the probing increased. Whilst one hand probed, the other started to slowly massage the tip of my dick, the friction against my piss slit being as pleasurable as the anal probing.
Boss lifted me up from the floor, and for the second time that day his dick was in my arse. This time however it was for a proper fuck. The first few thrusts were reasonably gentle, but as the pace picked up they became faster, and deeper.
As he thrust deep inside, he leaned forward, his breath heavy.
Remember my rule boy. Make some fucking noise. I want to hear some grunting. Show how much of a pig you are.
I began to grunt, the level of noise matching the brutality of the thrust. He withdrew and pushed me back down onto my knees, I could hear him slowly beating his dick with one hand as the other again entered my surely gaping hole.
Lick, a gloved hand covered my mouth, I began to worship, my breaths now being filtered through leather. A hard thrust , my grunts were now muffled, my own dick was getting harder as my prostate was getting battered. His thrusts became more rhythmic as the majority of his shaft remained inside me, his hand moved down towards my neck, and was joined by the other, he began to squeeze gently.
Oink, Oink Oink
He pushed me down my forehead being forced into the cold damp floor of the bathroom .
He now began to grunt, our breathing and grunting becoming synchronised. One last thrust and he creamed. I felt my guts fill with him cum, I was horrified when my own dick, my useless dick exploded. Horrified as I had done so without permission.
I stayed still as Boss's dick sifted inside me. Trying to ignore my disobedience.
He leant forward and bit my ear, Naughty slave, and laughed.
I need to get cleaned up, but first I need to get you sorted
My hole was again invaded, this time not by a finger or his dick, but cold hard steel.
Don't want you wasting any of my precious juice boy. Now clean this
Standing up he pulled my head and pushed it into his groin Get cleaning .
I gently began to work my tongue around the head of Boss's dick removing any trace of remaining cum, and licking the shaft, tasting my own juices as I did so.
As I moved my head back, I looked up, and a drop of spit fell down hitting his shaft.
We'd better shower. But clean that up first. He pointed to the pool of cum that I had left on the floor.
After the shower, Boss handed me a towel, instructing me to dry him. I then watched as he got dressed, I remained naked except for Master's collar.
Ok feeding time. Boss attached a lead to my collar. And walked towards the door of his suite. Outside we passed a number of other leather clad legs. Boss exchanged greetings with them.
Not long to go Should be a good one Looking forward to breaking a new one in I should get a good amount for mine I hope it's for sale
The door of the lift opened and I followed Boss in, looking down and saw a ball of spit fall on his boot. Instinctively I lowered myself down and cleaned it up.
Pig or dog, dog or pig. You could be both, but pigs need a huge ring in their nose. We'll have to see.
His pace quickened as we entered what looked like a large function room. Inside a number of tables, he walked past these and headed to the far end of the room.
How are they ? Good, time for their final meal of the day. Good timing then.
He turned to me
Stand.
I obeyed, I noticed in front of me the six slaves who had been assigned the dog status that morning over breakfast.
When Boss walked towards them they started yelping with excitement, none more so than the slave I had first encountered beyond Boss's legs in the lift on the way to breakfast.
Hello Boy? Are you behaving? The dog began to pant with excitement, nodding its head and wagging its tail.
I have a treat for you.
Play dead The dog turned and lay on its back, his legs in the air. You there. Boss pointed to the dog slaves face Crouch over it, now clench until I say relax. I obeyed, as my butt got closer to the dog slave's face, I felt the butt plug being removed. He held it against my mouth forcing it in. Clench He pushed me down further I was now sat on its face I could feel the hot breath on my butt cheeks Open. It was unclear who this order was directed to, but both the dog slave and I assumed it was us, he opened his mouth, and I unclenched my buttocks. I felt the contents of his earlier fuck empty out, and heard the dog slave slurp as he tasted its' master cum.
Up both of you .
I stood up then immediately returned to a kneeling position, the dog slave stopped playing dead and was back on all fours.
Well boy , Boss said addressing the dog slave, it's been a good five years. Consider that a Thank you gift for your service. Make sure you serve your new Master just as well
With that he turned and headed towards the exit. The dog slave looked sad, shocked, but also accepting of its fate.
Boss was at the door , when he shouted.
Pig.
It was an order I had no choice but to obey.