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Wake up you fuck. Skinhead service is about to begin I blinked trying to recall where I was . I had been dreaming about my life in London, when I was job hunting, and how much I resented the fact that I had to work rather than go out cruising the bars and cottages of south London. Little did I know back then how my life would change
I crawled into the kitchen a bowl of slop awaited me. You'd better eat it , I don't know if Rich will feed you . I was left alone to contemplate what lay ahead. Anonymous hard sex had become a part of my ritual over the last two plus month, in the bar, and with overnight when abandoned with the workmen. What would Rich and Dieter have in store.
In here? I crawled back to Boss's bedroom
Here wear these. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, you'd better be ready
On the floor, a polo shirt, jeans, socks and boots.
I put them on the polo top and jeans were tight, and an outline of my dick and the thick ring in its head could be seen clearly. The boots were still on the floor when Boss returned.
I quickly dropped to my knees. So not ready then. It's a good thing I'm a Leather master, I'm far more forgiving than skinheads. They can wait I suppose he said kicking the boots.
Stand, Boss stood back and looked at me, using his hand he ordered me to turn around. He gave my dick and butt a squeeze.
Frames them perfectly. Of course you look ridiculous with all that hair and that beard and dressed like a skin. Pathetic. Then Rich likes humiliating non skins. It's his thing.
Boss mobile rang. Yeah, it's ready. All yours. You know the drill no broken bones, heavy bruising or blood. Ten minutes.
Ok, Rich is back early, so off you go. Back stairs crawling. Boss opened the door, I looked at his, he ignored me and just pointed the way out Two floors up. Don't embarrass me.
Oi, You forgot these. The boots. He made a knot and placed them so they hung over my neck, the weight making it more difficult to look up.
I crawled along the corridor.
Climbing the stairs on all fours was a struggle. Three quarters of the way up the first flight i recoiled as my hand landed in something wet.
A voice from above shouted down, Drink it fucker. I looked up, it was Rich. I lifted my hand to my nose and then my tongue. It was piss Fresh, so don't waste it, the voice from above shouted. I contorted myself so I could lick up the piss, before resuming my journey. I looked up, and Rich had gone, part of me wished he had stayed so at least I knew where he was. Out of sight , he could be planning some horrendous welcome.
Two floors up, I pushed the fire door. I realised that Boss had not told me the number of Rich's apartment. I turned right and began my crawl hoping that I'd work it out eventually. Suddenly I was flat on the floor. Rich had kicked my butt with the sole of his boot. I started to get back in position, Stay. a foot landed on my butt, then another Rich walked along my back , stepped over my head. I was facing his boots. A stream of saliva landed on them
Clean I moved forward to clean off the spit, but Richard took a step back. Come on, I said clean. I used my hands to propel me forward to the boots. Again he took a step back, then another. Clean them as more spit landed on them
This went on for a number of minutes, each time I got closer he took a step, sometime two back. We were suddenly in his apartment. , he turned round and walked further into it. I was waiting for my instruction.
Here now. I pulled myself towards the direction of the voice. He was sitting on a high stool. Tight jeans tucked into his high cherry red boots. Clean. I finally was able to lick his boot. The taste of spit of well polished DMs exploded on my tongue.
The spit removed I began to pay attention to the rest of the boot, my nose squished against the leather. I suddenly felt the weight round my neck lighten, and then a thud on the floor as Rich removed my boots. I had forgotten that they were there, I had been concentrating on obeying his instructions,
Don't need those yet,
He began moving backwards again, quicker than when outside, I crawled towards them matching the pace, he came to a stop , and sat on his sofa.
I moved to worship.
The sole of his boot lifted and pushed my face away
No. I stayed stock still waiting for his order, he lifted both his legs and planted them on my back. Up Up Down Up Perfect. Getting comfortable foot toll is never easy, they always complain my my boots dig into tier back
Are you the complaining sort? I silently shook my head Answer me.
No Sir. Good he lifted his legs slightly and brought them down forcibly , the force reverberated along my spine.
I've got some TV to catch up with. Last night's football. Did you see it? No Sir. Good no chance of any spoilers. Stay there and make me comfortable Ten minutes in, Rich moved his heels dug into my back, without thinking I yelled in pain
He paused the TV, and stood up. He briefly disappeared, returned, his feet firmly on the ground, before I knew it the stench of sweat hit my nostril.
Three day old socks. That should muffle any noises. He sat back and raked his heels across my back
I was thankful that every twenty minutes or so he would get up and go to the kitchen, or bathroom. Otherwise there is no way I could have maintained the same position. I took the opportunity to stretch, trying to ignore the taste in my mouth
Finally the game was over, He moved his legs and gave me a kick so I was flat on the floor, looking up at him. Spit hit me in the forehead.
His right boot hovered over my face and became closer, with the tip of his boot he turned my head to the side, my right cheek was on the floor, the boot pressed into the left. He began to grind, moving my head slightly. The left boot, kicked me in the ribs, and again. Let's see how stable you are, He lifted his right foot and stood on my chest.I took a deep breath, and tried to stay still. It was only a few seconds, and it was a relief when he jumped off.
That's it for now he said. I've got work to get on with. I thought Rich had hired me until at least lunchtime the next day so I was confused. He produced a penis shaapshapeded gag.
Swallow this. He stuffed it without much ceremony into my mouth Close it. Spit hit the back of my mouth, it was tubular.
I like my subs to be silent when not being used. Now let's get this on. It was a hood. If this works properly you won't hear or see a thing until I release you . Stand. Follow me. I followed Rich. He opened a door, it was a closet. I stepped inside. He grabbed my left hand and cuffed it to a ring that was shoulder height, , and did the same with the right. Can you move them? Good, don't want you seizing up before tonight Let's get this on. The hood plunged me into darkness, and any noise was very badly muffled I felt a hand on the outside of my trousers, Rich was rubbing my dick, he continued to do so until I was hard. Then stopped.
I could no longer sense his breathing. I was alone, in darkness, I had no idea if the cupboard had been closed, or if Rich could see me whenever he looked into it.
I have no idea how long I was there, I must have dosed off even if I was in a less than comfortable position,
A slap to the face brought me back to full consciousness, The hood was ripped off, it was Dieter. He wordlessly shackled me, and pushed me to the floor, he removed the gag, and replaced it with his dick.
Eight inches of penis invaded my mouth, a heavy foreskin, I realised that Dieter prized personal hygiene in that area at least. For which I was thankful. His invasion was brief, but I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum.
He grabbed me by the collar, pulled me up and started to kiss me, sucking out the cum, He stuck out his tongue and licked my face, smearing it with a combination of our saliva, and his cum.
Food
Keeping hold of my collar he dragged me out of the cupboard into the dining area.
There in front of me a proper meal, chicken, and vegetables in a sauce. A knife and fork
Eat
Rich looked at me. Eat then. I know what Gregor is like but we're civilised on this floor.
I began to eat quickly Slowly Rich ordered I slowed down, this had been the first proper meal I had since London, I tried not to get too emotional about the normality of it all, as I knew it would be short lived.
I finally finished and put my cutlery down.
Ok let's' get you ready. Get these on he said handing me something. Knee pads, Ok time for the boots. Dieter placed them in front of me. I was about to get them on when Rich interrupted. Not just yet He and dieter took a boot each, placed them on the floor below them, they took out their zips and pissed in them.
Now you can wear them. I squirmed as my right food made contact with Dieter's piss, then as it went further into the boot the sense of warmth became rather pleasing. I did the same with the left , Rich's piss soaked through the sock as once.
Tie them up but leave the top three eyes free. I obeyed , the yellow laces on each boot tightly constricting my foot and lower leg.
Now these stay on until we tell you. Lifting up a padlock Rich locked it in place on the third pair of eyes, on the right boot, and did the same on the left. But to be careful, we need more security. A second one was placed on each boot on the first pair of eyes. The boots were not going off.
Kneel I knelt Rich's foot stood on my hand, I stifled any noise. They need protection. Put these on. Hand out i offered Rich my right hand, he slipped on a leather mitten, He repeated it on the left
Perfect. You'll be on your knees for most of the night, and skinheads are rather clumsy , so those hands will be safe.
Comfortable I nodded. Speak Yes Sir.
That's it. No more talking Woof for yes, Ruff for No. Understand Woof. Great. A night with the skins is about to begin.