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I lay on the floor as the sole of the twenty somethings boots ground into my face, my tongue desperately trying to retrieve the much between the groves. We were alone, and I was being driven along the streets of Frankfurt , hopefully back to Boss's. After a day of urinal service, arse beating and sack carrying I was hungry, having not eaten anything substantial since the recycled currywurst from the previous lunchtime.
Every couple of minutes he would remove the boot, and spit into my wide open mouth. I had still not engaged in conversation with any of my, what was I to call them, colleagues, workmates, overseers. I'd also discounted that they had been involved in the previous night activity when strapped to the saw horse.
Just as another ball of spit fell into my mouth the van stopped. The door slid open and the driver grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out. I was unceremoniously dumped on the pavement. In front of me were a number of identical looking apartment blocks. I suddenly realised that this had been my first time away from the apartment without Boss or Gunter accompanying me for the outward journey. I hadn't a clue which one of these was Boss's. I knew the apartment number but ringing that number on each block's intercom system did not appeal. I stood there in the overalls I had worn since yesterday . They were dusty, with cum and piss stains. A breeze suggested that the hole in their seat was larger than it had been, and I was weak from lack of food.
Finally let you out then.
It was Rich. The skinhead from upstairs. He was in skin tight bleached jeans with cherry red DMs. Although I was tired and hungry it was impossible not to admire them and salivate.
So he's sent you out working at last, and you've been dumped here and you have no idea where the apartment is. It's your lucky day. Of course I expect to be paid.
He nodded towards one of the main doors, I made a mental note to make sure I knew next time. He opened the door and I quickly followed him in.
I thought he'd be training you, Rich said looking me directly in the eye. Not seen much evidence of that so far.
I fell to my knees, and kissed his boots.
You'll get those soon enough. There are more important things to take care of. He pushed open a door and we were at the foot of a flight of stairs.
Now get going on this, He pulled out his dick. It was already hard. I don't have long,
He grabbed me and pushed me so my head was against the wall. Holding and to my ears he began to fuck my face. The force of each thrust led to my head hitting the wall.
My mouth dry with hunger, began to water bear. As the pace quickened, I felt the saliva drool out of my mouth, his dick getting slicker, the lubricant making the invasion easier to cope with. He let go of my ears, which had the impact of making the thrusts deeper. Then a yell, a stream of cum hit the back of my throat.
He pulled out his dick.
Not bad. Not bad.
Next time I won't be in such a hurry.
Then you can really coat this beast. He tucked it back in his jeans. The bulge was obscene. He began to rub it, a huge stain of cum began to appear.
You'll swallow the whole load next time too My instinct was to lick my lips. He moved closer and rubbed my face into his groin. Sniff it. Go on. I inhaled deeply and stuck out my tongue. He slapped my head. Not now bitch. Now let's get you back to Gregor.
I crawled up the stairs behind Rich, my eye transfixed on the gleaming cherry red boots. He knocked on the door, and took the opportunity to press his boot into my back, forcing me head and stomach on the floor
Hi there, look what I found outside, Made some use of it if that's ok.
You've never asked before, so why change. Of course it's OK. The boot lifted off my back, and was briefly close enough to my face thatI had the opportunity to kiss it.
Get in. He slammed the door behind me. He already had a cane in his hands,
Just in time for your punishment. There is a lot of it to get out of the water. Two days worth.
I took a big breath.
Here a deal , two days worth now, or you go and eat , and once you've eaten double the punishment.
I was so hungry. I immediately responded. Boss, please may I eat first.
Boss laughed and ordered me into the kitchen. On the floor there lay two full bowls. Not my usual gruel, but some chopped up chicken, sausage and vegetable. I looked nervously at Boss. You've been a good slave. Eat. He hit his hand with the cane. Quickly.