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I remained strapped to the saw horse, the piss dripping from my arse onto the floor.
Suddenly the radio went off, the sound of heavy work boots, then slamming doors then silence. It eventually got dark? What was happening, I started to shout.
Help.
For the first time in my time as a slave I felt scared.
Help.
I heard noises outside, and began to weigh up what would be worse remaining here until I was released. Boss I had no doubt had an idea of current situation, or being discovered by a stranger and having to explain my predicament, a stranger who possibly had no knowledge of English.
The road outside got quieter, I could hear the distant noises of cars and house doors closing.
I must have drifted off as a loud slam of a door woke me up, foot steps, and the door to the room I was in creaked open. The only light was from the orange of the lamps outside.
Shhhhh
Suddenly everything went dark, as a sack was thrown over my head.
I started to struggle
Ssshhhh
A leather glove on my neck stroked me gently as if to calm me down. I could smell cologne, unless one of the four work men had gone home, showered and sprayed himself with some expensive Tom Ford , this was a stranger.
The hand worked its way down my back, slowly working its way down my spine. It reached the opening in my overalls. A finger slowly entered, and began to gently fuck me. My dick hardened. The head rubbed against the rough fabric of my clothing.
A hand against both sides of my waist, and a dick slowly worked its way in, he - whoever he was began to slowly fuck me, his had reaching inside my overalls, to tease my dick. I began to groan, it was then another dick slid into my mouth. There were two men in the room. Or were there more. Both of my holes were now fully occupied. A pair of hands gripped me firmly on the waist, another by the head, the latter were large with rings on many fingers . My desire to choke fought with the need to groan as my prostate was battered, Finally they both came within seconds of each other. My arse and mouth were coated with the spunk of two strangers
Footsteps, slamming doors, I was again in silence. Now I was also in near darkness the hood over my eye meant that not even the street lights were visible.
I have no idea how long it was but I heard the front door slam again, and a slow creak and the door to the room opened. I held my nerve waiting to see what happened next, A body pressed against me. He slowly began to kiss my neck, I could smell cheap cigarettes, the head of his dick stood just waiting at the outside of my hole, leaning forward he lifted the sack, , a glimpse of street light, and a strong whiff of poppers. His mouth was beside my ear, exaggerated breathing made me understand I was being ordered to inhale.
Three or four deep breaths, my head was starting to spin, his dick slid inside,, and stayed there , his groin gently grinding into my lower back, More Exaggerated deep breathing, more deep breaths from me. This continued for a good ten minutes, My dick was straining as the chain reached its limits. Another explosion in my arse.
The hands with drew, The sack went back down, the scent of poppers remained His hands rubbed against my buttocks, suddenly I felt something being inserted. It was the paint brush.
Ssshhhh
I stayed silent.
My Hands were untied, and I was lifted up , he hugged me , I noticed then how tall he was, my head was resting in the crevice of his chest. I inhaled the cheap cigarettes were still there, but no cigar or cologne, how many men were going to be using me tonight,
I was lifted up, I could have resisted but I felt protected and comfortable. I sense I was being taken upstairs. The floorboards creaked. I found myself being lowered. It was a mattress.
Ssshhhh
Guten Nacht. It was a strange voice. A german accent so that ruled out the work men
The door closed, and I heard footsteps go down the stairs, and the door slammed shut.
I waited. I removed the sack hood. It was in a room at the back of the house, The only light was from the moon. I had no idea what the time was. I turned over and tried to sleep.
I woke with a start. The twenty something was standing over me, a cup of coffee in his hand
He looked at me, and spat on his boot. My working day was about to begin again.