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It was lunchtime the next day. I was on all fours beside Boss. He was eating, my bowl was nowhere to be seen.
No food for you . Boss looked at me sternly, I'm taking you out tonight I want to make sure you are nice and clean, Don't worry I'm sure your stomach will be full by the time you get back.
Turn round, He patted my arse and secured the pig tail buttplug that had been in since I'd woken at 6 that morning.
After he had eaten, he ordered me to go to the bedroom. Get some sleep. You need some rest before later.
A few hours later I felt a yank at the chain that was connected to my Prince Albert. Wake time to get ready. Get showered, and come back here.
I returned, and Boss was holding something yellow in his hand.
Any questions on what I have planned for you tonight. No Boss. I'm sure you do, but you'd not believe me I told you .
Get this on. It was a yellow rubber singlet. I slipped into it as fast I could, I immediately noticed that although this was the most clothing I had worn since my arrival in Frankfurt , my cock, and arse were still exposed.
Although I had been naked for much of the time in Boss company having the rubber on, made me more conscious of my now semi-nakedness. I instinctively placed my hands over my genitals.
No touching
Boss left the room briefly, he threw a pair of yellow socks and a pair of Doc Marteen boots on the floor. Get those on, That should answer your questions about tonight.
Now one final thing. He moved behind me and started to first breathe heavily on my neck, which soon led to him kissing it, or should I say biting and chewing. As I moved my head back collapsed a hand over my mouth and with the other began to stroke my dick, I could feel it getting harder. Boss teased it to the stage where I felt the chain starting to strain, and I feared for the integrity of the PA and the guiche ring. Suddenly he stopped.
The release was short lived as his hand moved to my balls which were soon in a vice like grip FUCK I screamed ,
Boss laughed
He released his grip, and disappeared. When he returned he crouched down and the chain was removed.
That will be too much of a distraction tonight. Standing up pulled down my lip with his thumb, No words were needed. I began to suck, he placed his other arm across my chest and guided, pushed me against the wall. He began to want me again, slowly, gently firmly. My dick reached its maximum extent. The strokes became harder and quicker, there was nothing this time that would distract me from the erection, when again just before I was about to come Boss stopped and subjected my balls to a hard grip. This time as I screamed, he removed the thumb from my mouth and clasped it over my mouth,
Good boy. Show Boss how much he is hurting you. I like that.
His phone suddenly bleeped. He finally released his grip Ready? I certainly am. The taxi is outside waiting.
He attached a chain to my collar. Down, I fell to the floor and made a low growling sound as I followed Boss out of his apartment.
Boss was dressed in full heavy leather, knee high boots, a bulging crotch, his arse framed by good quality cow, chains hung from his left, a switch tucked into the right boot.
I was mesmerised, and realised how lucky I was to be owned by him
The taxi journey was relatively short but I realised it was the first time I had left the apartment since my arrival where I hadn't been transported in the boot.
Boss and the taxi driver conversed in German, much of it was alien to me, I knew that much of it was about me by the way the cab driver looked at me in the rearview mirror, and the way Boss stroked my thigh whenever he said er, or ihm.
Finally the cab pulled up. Boss paid the fare, but then grabbed me and pushed my face into the cab's open window.
Open that mouth I opened, it and the cab driver spat, the phlegm landing directly at the back of my mouth
Danke. You can thank me for that tomorrow, Boss told me, now let's get the night started. He pushed me down to the floor., and led me into the bar.
It was already busy, I was expecting Boss to take me to the bar, and wait as he ordered a drink, instead he walked through the crowd to the bathroom.
Against The wall there was a long floor level trough, above a set of chains, and sone leather cuffs, .
Sit I looked at the trough, I looked at Boss, Sit I was still unsure Stupid fuck. Some punishment later I think . He pulled me up so I was standing, , and grabbing me by the back of the neck pushed me towards the trough.
For being stupid you can start by cleaning some of this. He pushed my face into the porcelain splashback,
Tongue out. He then moved my head along, the length and width of the porcelain. My tongue picking up traces of the piss that had been sprayed on it so far that evening,
Now sit . He turned me round, my back was now against the back of the trough. He lifted my arms , and secured my hands in the cuffs.
Before I go, I'd best put this on you . He pulled out a rubber hood from his jacket pocket, and forced it over my head. I could no longer see, although I could sense that my mouth and nose were still accessible.
There we go Gentlemen. My recent purchase is finally ready for wider use. Please be gentle with him. Or don't . It's up to you. I'm off for a drink, I'll see you in an hour.
He tapped my face.
I had no idea if he had left or not, or if he was watching me, I could do nothing but sit there, It was not long before my mouth was prised open. I was pleased that what entered it was just an average sized dick. However the relief was short lived as it was clearly not that clean, and the piss that came out of it was acrid, and even worse there was a lot of it.
I sat there for what seemed like ages, I could sense other men around me, and the fact that my arse was getting wet suggested that they were pissing, but choosing not to use me.
Then suddenly I was doused. I felt it hit the hood and as it dripped down I opened my mouth hoping to funnel it. A few minutes later another stream hit, this time directed at my crotch.
I was now becoming the focus, and was the main part of the urinal, but I still craved for piss that would wash the acridness of the first punter away. I probably wished too much as my mouth and throat were used for what felt like a solid 15 minutes as dick after dick emptied themselves in me. It got to the stage where my bladder could no longer contain itself, and I pissed over the floor my jock was now sodden and heavy.
Another period of not being used and ignored, when I felt the tip of a dick against my lips. I opened them and it slowly entered, my mouth was soon full, it was soft and fleshy. My mouth was soon full of piss.I let it slide down my throat. When suddenly my head was pushed against the porcelain, I felt the buckle of a belt against my forehead as the dick gently thrust back and forth, slowly getting harder. I did my best to accommodate and suck but my position made it difficult. One inward thrust had my throat impaled on a now totally hard cock. I then felt my hands being released. The dick with drew and the hood removed,
It was Boss, He was smiling. He ruffled my hair,
Well done. I remained where I was, waiting for a command. But quietly whispered Thank You Boss.
Take those boots off It was not the command I was expecting. I removed my boots , slowly unravelling the laces. I handed them to boss, Stand After an hour on the floor I was stiff, and struggled to get up, rivers of piss fell down the rubber singlet, I looked down and my jock was saturated,
Follow me, I followed Boss through the bathroom, my socks now also getting wet as they soaked up the piss that covered the floor. As he exited the bathroom, he spoke to two older rubber clad men, the floor's all yours get drinking.
Yes Boss, they replied. Before we left the bathroom completely he turned me round and I watched as they lay face down on the floor slurping up an hour's worth and more of piss.