Rich and Gunter walked ahead of me quickly. The bar they were taking me to was some six stops away. Although I had been allowed to walk normally to the station, as soon as we got into a carriage, I dropped to my knees.
Rich rubbed my hair, Good Mutt Woof
I looked around, the carriage was not that full, a few commuters heading home after a hard week at work, and I noticed a number of other skinheads scattered around. . Rich silently acknowledged one of them, a stocky fifty year old, with a large belly. I didn't even have to think about it I would be encountering a few of them later this evening
We got off the carriage along with the skins. More came off the other carriages. I was going to be in for a hard night
We exited the station, I was still in dog mode. Get up , otherwise it will be closed by the time we get there. I followed as they walked down the street. I realised this was as close to the first normal night out I had since leaving London.
I followed them as they turned a corner. We were in a dark alley. Ok this is where it starts. Rich stood behind me, and put his hand over my mouth, Dieter, out of nowhere thrust a fist into my gut. My screams were muffled. A second and a third. I was totally winded. Rich spoke into my ear. Be prepared to be a punchbag when standing this evening.
Now stay there. He remained behind me. I heard the unmistakable noise of flys being unzipped, Dieter was pointing his towards me,, he started to play with himself, when I felt the back of my legs getting wet, within seconds Dieter also unleashed a stream, they placed an arm each on my shoulders and pushed me down, my top was now as wet as my trousers.
We like to mark our territory when out. Now follow us. The puddle of piss beneath me, was begging to be drunk but I followed their orders as they walked into a building
Rich exchanged pleasantries with the security guard, he attached a leash to my collar and carried on walking. I was faced with a sea of tight bleached jeans and DM boots of various heights tied up with various coloured laces.
I was kicked a number of times as we made our way through the crowd. Stopping eventually along the wall. Rich shoved my head down to his right boot.
Lick His left pressing down on the back of my neck. Dieter joined us, I heard the clinking of beer bottles above me as I concentrated on licking the boot. A trace of piss from outside remained.
Christ Rich, how much hair as this thing got. A posh English voice above me said. Rich grabbed my collar, and pulled my head up. Craning my head I saw 6ft 6 giant n stood before me, I could see the outline of a large thick dick through his jeans. He spat directly in my face. Rich released me and pushed me back down, directing my face into the giants Shiny black DMs.
Yes Gregor's. He's been with him for months, Hasn't had a haircut or shave since then. Gregor wants it to always carry the scent of piss, cum and sweat.
That explains the smell? So, want to take him off my hands for a while, there's a hole over there that needs fisting. I need something new to terrorise, why not.
Rich pulled me up, He's in charge now. Understand.
Woof
Excellent. Mate it's all yours. Rich and Dieter left me alone with the giant.
Get up on those knees, I was now eye level with his crotch , my earlier impression was wrong, his dick wasn't big it was huge.
Stand. He lifted my top and began to rub his hands over my body, as if I was being inspected. He then moved to my trousers, he loosened my belt, undid the top button and unzipped, "A bit on the soft side" I'd have thought having a god in front of you would make you all hard and wet"
.His hand moved to my butt, the beating form the previous day meant it
was still tender. I squirmed, suddenly a finger entered my hole, then a second. Tight, May have to make it less so before I hand you back.
He withdrew his hand, Clean, He gave me his fingers. As well as my arse, his fingers were infused with cigarettes, cheap ones.
He did my trousers up. Time for a piss.
I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. God you are a keen fucker, Not here.
He turned round and started to walk, he turned his head, and stared hard. An unspoken order, I began to follow. He walked to the bar, the bar man passed him an empty pint glass.After this brief interlude his walk continued, and was finally in the toilet.
The giant, by passed the queue. He handed the glass to one of the other skins waiting to piss. Fill it up mate! He then unzipped, and pulled out his dick. Under the fabric of his jeans it looked big, I was wrong, it was Massive. He pulled back the foreskin, his piss hole I swore was winking at me. Stop gawping, and get drinking. Almost before I had a chance to open my mouth it felt as if the head was at the back of my throat. Breathe through that nose, I'm piss shy so it could be some time I have no idea how long I was in this position but finally a warm stream of liquid started to fall down my gullet. , at the same time I felt my trousers getting wet. When the giant finally with drew I looked down, I was in a large puddle of piss, , A skin was standing either side of me, it was clear they had been pissing directly on to legs,
We can't leave with the floor like that said the giant, lie down, soak it up on that top. I lay down,, my chest and belly were soon feeling damp as the fabric of my polo shirt absorbed the warm piss.
A heavy boot pressed into my back ensuring that I absorbed as much as possible
Ok. That's it. let's go. I got back up on my knees. As I followed him, I saw that the Giant was holding a glass , it was full of dark yellow piss.
He returned to the bar, and was handed a bottle of beer, I continued following him crawling on my knees, thankful that the leather mittens and knee pads were giving me protection, and ensuring that my hands remained clean as I meandered through the boots and tight jeans that filled the bar.. I then realised how stupid that was. I was drenched with piss, and god knows what else was on the floor of the bathroom. Finally he was outside in the smoking area, he stopped and sat down.
He lifted the glass, the piss still frothy, he spat inside, and handed it to me. I clumsily held it in both mitten covered paws,
Drink I took the glass, and was prepared to down it Sip, savour it.
He lit a cigarette. Blowing the smoke in my face, I coughed He sat there wordless, sipping from the bottle, and taking drags on the cigarette, the ash he flicked into my glass of piss. A second cigarette, still silence, When he finished he threw the stub into the drink. He lifted his bottle, and clicked my glass. Cheers. Woof.
He finished his bottle, and belched, Ok, finish that, down in one. I coughed as the stub of the cigarette went down, making me forget how fowl the piss tasted. The Giant laughed, Ok time for some fun. Rich will no doubt want you back at some stage. Stand, I obeyed, He grabbed my face, He kissed my lips gently. He moved his head back, Aren't you going to kiss me? He moved forward and kissed him. His tongue invaded my mouth, I tried to reciprocate but his was stronger, I began to choke on the saliva that was building up but he continued.. I was suddenly lifted up. Hold me tight, he ordered. He briefly eased up on the brutal kiss, but continued to peck my lips as he carried me. Stand I lowered my feet, and was back on the ground. He undid my belt, and my button and pulled down my jeans,
Lifted me again and threw me onto a sling Now lets see what you have to offer He spat on my hold and started to probe with a finger, I began to get frightened. However long I'd been a slave I'd not yet been fisted, was I suddenly going to experience it.
Needs loosening up, but I've no time for that. So the next best thing. I felt his dick push through the tight opening, and nothing. My view of his face was obscured by the fabric of my jeans. Ready? Woof, I could as well as have said Ruff , but I knew better. Suddenly I felt my inside fill up and he was having a piss. He remained still for at least a minute as his bladder emptied into me. Now clench I tightened my cheeks as his dick slid out, I stayed there for a while as I heard h&m zip up his trousers. I have no idea how much he managed to lift me off so I was still standing Clench Understand? Woof He pulled my jeans back up. How do you thank me? I struggled to kneel whilst still clenching, but was finally at floor level . I began to lick his boots, Unclench I continued to lick As my guts emptied the seat of my jeans was covered with his piss, and more. That's enough . Up He handed me a glass, that's what spilled out earlier. Now drink. His piss , and my insides mixed in one glass,
Woof I swallowed.
Rich, come to reclaim him have you. I think we've had fun. Haven't we? Woof Excellent. Look forward to seeing you next Tuesday night. I've enjoyed fucking that arse of yours over the last few months. The benefits of owning a building company are many , getting to use that hole is one of them I then realised why the smell of cheap cigarettes was so familiar. The last fuck of the evening when I was serving as a workie slave,