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As a slave I had been used to having to travel around London locked in the boot of Master's car, It became apparent that Boss was also an advocate of this method of travel for property,
Still wearing a jockstrap I had been instructed to meet Boss and Gunter in the lobby of their apartment block, another journey down the stairs. It was early afternoon, I hoped it would not involve a repeat of the morning and I would survive the journey without meeting another resident of the block.
We meet again, it was the Rich one of the skinheads from the morning. I remained silent.
Gregor obviously hasn't got you fully trained yet, he said pushing me against the wall of the stairwell. He moved closer, his mouth against mine, he thrust in his tongue , and began to to lick the roof of my mouth.
He withdrew and spat. Grabbing hold of my dick he squeezed it hard. Nice. I look forward to torturing that soon. Very soon I hope. Now fuck off out of my sight. He pushed me against the wall and let a stream of spit fall down my face
I hurried down the remaining stairs. Boss was there looking annoyed. He looked at his watch, Never be late again. He then saw the spit. Ah! Rich again. Dieter is definitely working today. Still lateness deserves a punishment. Out. Outside a car was waiting, the boot was open. Even without being instructed, I walked over and climbed inside. Boss added to the collection of phlegm on my face and closed it on me, plunging me into darkness.
I guess it was twenty minutes later when the boot was opened, i blinked as I climbed out get used to daylight again,
It was Gunter, Out , kneel, and crawl. I limbed out, and fell to my knees. The boot was slammed such, and I followed Gunter.
Boss was already in the piercing studio
Here It is,.. Max, your next victims, sorry customer It this is Max, a good friend and an expert piercer.
We\ll be back in two hours. Obey. He's all yours.
Boss and Gunter left the studio. Max, almost 6 ft tall, covered in tattoos and piercings looked at me, and rubbed his hands.
All mine. Stand. He pulled back the waistband. Virgin territory. He tweaked my nipples. Reconstruction job. He pushed my head pack by pressing his finger against my nose. Yep.
Plenty of scope here. But first this. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick and balls. A heavy ring of steel greeted me. He pushed me down to my knees. I was mesmerised by what I was looking at. Come on get it in you, take care with those teeth. Don't want them getting broken. If I was honest, in pre slave time I'd have been scared that such a dick would have broken my jaw by girth alone,
He began tapping his foot. Come on get going. I opened my mouth, the head was resting on my tongue, before I had a chance to do anything else, I began to choke as he held my ears in a vice like grip and shoved his meat right in.
After the brutal beginning the next five minutes consisted of a gentle sliding back and forth , gentle but it was still an effort to resist the urge to gag and push him off. Finally he came.But the dick stayed in so I sucked out a much of the remaining cum from the slit as possible
OK
Let's get down to business.. Strip I must have looked rather embarrassed Look you crawled in here , wearing just a jock strap, being naked inside is surely less embarrassing
I removed the jock, laid down on a couch.
I like sessions like this to be a total surprise. Put this on. He handed me an eye mask. Padded leather, No light could penetrate it so when I was asked if I could see anything I truthfully said no.
The next hour was a blur. Various parts of my body were tweaked and played with but nothing else, my tits, dick, nose even my lip.
I'm not sure what made me do it but something made me groan in pain. Shhh. Quiet, be a good slave. I felt my mouth being prised open, what felt like a dick entered it. Suck on this. It was clearly a buttplug of some kind. I settled down and suckled. I was no longer concentrating on the pain.
Is he ready ? It was Boss. Yes he's resting still. Ready to see? Of course.
The buttplug was removed,
Looks like a good job, Stand. Max helped me off the trolley.
I heard a noise as Boss snapped on a latex glove. His finger gently, glided over my body working its way down from my face to my groin and back.
Excellent. Nice touch down here he said returning to the groin.
Ready to see what you look like ? I nodded. The mask was removed from my eyes.
I remained silent as I stared at the changes in the last two hours. There larger rings in my nipples, and my ear ring had been replaced by a barrel, My eyes went further down, and there at the head of my dick a large ring, or it looked large to me, and an additional two along the shaft.
Boss came closer. Lovely. I'm looking forward to getting those stretched and going up a size.
Max, a good job as always. Only the best for you. Give it a month and it will be healed. Max turned to me, I look forward to playing with those soon, and perhaps adding a few more.
Boss threw my jockstrap at me. Let's go home.
The street outside was quiet and the darkness of the evening had kicked in. Gunter opened the boot of the car , I climbed in and we were soon heading back to the apartment.
The walk up the stairs in the apartment was thankfully incident free, the front door was open, and I crawled in. 24 hours earlier I was the slave of Master, on holiday in Paris, now I had a different owner, a new home, different rules, and a modified body.
Boss was standing looking at some papers, I approached and without instruction kissed his boots , Thank You Boss, for marking me.
Silence. He turned round and walked away.
I remained in my place looking at the spot where seconds earlier Boss had been standing, Ten minutes later he returned.
Look at me. I lifted my head. Boss was crouching down, he lifted my head.
Good boy, now rest. You need it, there are two punishment sessions due to you later. One for being late in coming to the car, and a second for reducing what use I can get out of you whilst these piercing heal.
I lowered my head, and kissed his boots again. Thank you Boss.