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I had no idea how much time since Boss had said goodbye. My arms were starting to get stiff and the gag in my mouth was getting increasingly uncomfortable, and dry. Boss regularly reminded me I was an It, an object, who was lucky enough on occasion to be addressed as an animal. Right now I was an abandoned urinal, , I began to wonder if I'd get used again that night. These thoughts at least had the benefit of distracting me from how on earth I was going to get home.
Home. Yes My corner of Boss's apartment was home, and right now I wanted to be there , covering myself in a damp piss stained and scented blanket.
Crack
Suddenly something hit me on the back.
Crack
I was being flogged. The gag muffled my screams.
Crack
I could feel my back getting redder.
This continued, I silently counted up to twenty. A voice then spoke. Get ready for some drink, swallow slowly. My mouth was full of liquid, Piss, weak and diluted but it was piss. Finished? I grunted a Yes, and nodded. Here's some more. This time it was water. Cold refreshing plain water. It was delicious. It carried on coming. Finished? I again nodded,
I felt my dick being played with, then a strange sensation, Wet and damp. I was being sucked off. I haven't experienced this in such a long time I didn't know how to react. It was both pleasurable, but was also rather painful, as I was unable to control the pace or the technique. At the same time more liquid was being transported via the gag. Another glass of piss, this time stronger and more acrid , and more plain water. The sucking continued.
But before I could come it stopped, and my dick was released. Soon it was the focus of another form of pain, as what I assumed was a riding crop began to beat it.
My dick just got harder.
I was then suddenly reminded that I had a pair of DMs strapped to my balls. Whoever had taken control of my dick, and placed something inside, as I felt my balls get pulled away from my increasingly hard dick. Then they began to swing.
Enjoying that?
The voice came from behind, The rubber hood meant I wasn't fully able to distinguish whether or not this was someone new. The owner began to play with my nipples, twisting and pulling, and as the voice moved in front of me, biting.
The pain eased off , as the hands gently caressed both the exposed flesh and the rubber. More water, more piss was funnelled in My bladder was full, there was no way I would keep it in for much longer.
Then suddenly I was left alone, the nearest voice was some distance away, a couple having sex, I guessed by the grunting. I was left alone, the boots swing still, and a residual pain in my nipples. I was desperate to piss, and will power was not enough to control my bladder,
I took a deep breath and relaxed, I could feel my piss stream down my leg. A puddle forming beneath me.
Drink up.
I heard a man bark in appreciation.
Been waiting for that bladder to empty for ages, my dog here is thirsty as fuck .
A familiar voice spoke. God, now let's get it filled up again. More piss was poured into the funnel, then water, and then more piss.
I sensed now that there were two men besides me, both smokers. They ensured that the boots hanging from my balls kept swinging, increasing the weight on at least one occasion. They stood silently breathing their smoke into my face ensuring that the funnel was constantly full. Then even with the gag I screamed. They had simultaneously stubbed out a cigarette on each of my nipples. As I fought back the tears they began to suck , and chew the former alleviated the latter heightened the pain.
I was soon left alone again, this time I didn't fight the urge to piss, my legs were now soaked, and the puddle beneath stretched the width of my spread eagled legs, my socks soaking up the urine beneath me.
Then someone held my head, firmly, and dislodged the gag. Grabbing my face a nicotine flavoured tongue worked its way into my mouth. Once in he began to gently snog me, holding me close. When he released me I realised that my legs were now free.
From behind a leather glove covered my mouth, a thumb slowly worked its way inside,
Suck it.
As I did I felt my hands be released. He moved his thumb out and enveloped me in his arms
It's okay, you did well, now kneel. I slowly fell to the ground. Now lie down I heard his footsteps move away as I festered face down in my pool of piss.
I felt something against my left cheek, A foot, or more accurately a boot. Lick I began to sightlessly work myself on to the boot so I could start licking it was a Doc Marten, it I sense belonged to one of the skinheads from earlier.
Ok pick him up. I was abruptly lifted by my arms, I could smell cheap cigarettes. Home time. A felt a chain being attached to my collar. I was being led somewhere by the Skins. They had mentioned Home but whose home. Another pair of hands grabbed me by the neck guiding me as I was led through the bar.
I heard a car door open, the hand at the back of my neck, moved to the top. Bend down, and get in.
The car smelt of cheap cigarettes and piss, but I could also smell some leather. I thought it must have been the upholstery.
The skins began talking in German, the way that they spoke made me think that there was someone else in the car but I could not be certain. It was then I started to worry.
Where were we going? Who were they? How would I get back to Boss's?
Suddenly the car stopped. I heard the doors open.
Head down, and out. A hand grabbed my collar and dragged me on to the pavement. The chain was detached. My nipple was tweaked,
Sorry, I just had to do it one last time.
Close your eyes. I closed them. I heard another door open, and then two close. I felt the rubber mask being taken off my head. Some smoke was blown into my face. I coughed, and as a result I opened my eyes. There in front of me stood Boss.
You did well. I made the right choice in buying you . He smiled, and gave me a hug, He lifted the boots that were still attached to my balls. He took out an empty bottle of beer, and turning it over a collection of half smoked cigarettes fell out.
I think you need some sleep, but first let's get you a drink. He undid his trousers, took out his dick. Come one swallow it. You deserve it.