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That's it get that pissy boot clean you hippy cunt. We were in the outside area of the bar. Rich was crouching behind me as Dieter sat, he left leg raised, and the sole of his boot flush against my face. Guiding my face along its surface as speckles of Dieter's spit periodically hit me.
Rich pulled my head back Open I opened my mouth and he flicked some cigarette ash inside.He returned it so i was facing Dieter who forcibly pressed his foot, pushing my face back in the horizontal position, The Heel against my chin.
"Looks as if it wants to be an ashtray for a while Rich, my pissy boots are obviously not enough for it
Dieter lowered his foot, and standing directed a stream of spit into my open mouth, and left. Rich briefly relaxed his hold and went and sat in the recently vacated chair. Turn round. I was now facing away from him.. He grabbed my head and forced it back, the back of it resting on the edge of his seat, wedged between his bleached jean covered thighs.
"Oi Don't bring it over here" Rich shouted. Got a nice almost empty ashtray here, so no need to throw all those fag ends away. From my position I could see one of the bar men, a metal bucket in one hand , and an ashtray in the other. Rich grabbed it from his hand and emptied it in my mouth.
Get me another one The bar man was away for a few seconds, and returned. Ruch tapped my teeth with the ashtray as he emptied. No swallowing just leave it there. He then aimed another ball of spit in my mouth.
I suddenly felt something, The bar man was down kissing Rich's Boots. Danke.
We were alone again Rich, smoked another cigarette, You can swallow you know. A minute later That was an instruction by the way, Swallow
I coughed as some of the cigarette butts and ash went down my throat. That's better , more room for this, he said as he flicked some ash in my mouth, it was coming to the end, as he moved it closer to my face, he disposed of the final but of ash off by flicking it against my forehead.
The heat made me wince. That looks as if I'm just at the right side of returning your back unharmed to Gregor. Next time I'll pay him double if I'm allowed to bruise you .
Get up.
I struggled to get back on my knees, my mouth still half full of cigarette butts. Rich clicked his fingers, and the barman was at his side, with the bucket Get rid I spat as much of it out as I could , I could feel traces of ask on my tongue.
Rich pulled the bar man down to the floor to his knees so he was facing me. Kiss. The bar man pulled me towards him and began to kiss me. Kiss him back . I began to reciprocate, half expecting the barman to recoil from the taste of stale cigarettes in my mouth, however he seemed to get turned on, and began to kiss me deeper. I began to explore his mouth, as his hands went through my hair, I was suddenly conscious that it was still damp with piss.
Ok , that's enough The bar man with drew, and bent down, and again kissed Rich's boots.
Goodboy said Rich, as the barman began to get up. It's been awhile since you properly serviced me, get in touch later this week. You know where I live.
Ok , I think you deserve a reward, said Rich, returning his attention to me. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. It was semi hard. No sucking, just let it flow down. I swallowed the full length, my nose nestling against the stubble of what was a surprisingly shaved crotch. It took a while but the much anticipated nectar was soon in my mouth, I pulled back slightly to allow myself the opportunity to look at him as I drank.
He was looking down, a mixture of snarl and a smile on his face, Although my mouth was full I held his gaze and smiled.
As the final drop s went down my gullet Dieter arrived,
Ready? I'm bored. Ok, I'm hungry. Dieter smiled . Me too Rich looked at me, No standing until I say We meandered through a thinner mass of legs than when we arrived, but the assembled skins still took the opportunity to kick me.
We were out on the street, as I followed them , my hands yet again pleased to be encased in the heavy mittens, they suddenly stopped, it was the alley where they had pissed on me before we entered the club,
A heavy set skinhead had just turned in. Oi mate, Having a piss . Shouted Rich Ja Don't waste it on the wall, I've got the perfect urinal right here, pushing me into view.
Does it swallow? Every drop. The skinhead turned and walked towards us, his fly undone.
Fifteen minutes later, my throat sore from the face fucking I had received post piss, I was still on my knees following Rich and Dieter.
Stay. We were outside a kebab shop I don't want you wondering off. As if I would despite the long months I had been in the city it was still a strange town, I could have been dropped off two streets from Boss's apartment and I would be lost.
I was kneeling outside, inside there were a number of other skinheads, this was obviously a regular Friday night ritual .
I watched as my handlers sat down and ate their meal. My stomach rumbled.
Finally they came out, Rich carried a paper bag. We walked a bit further. Hungry dog? Woof He tipped the bag on the floor, a whole kebab lay in front of me, scattered. Eat. It wasn't ideal but I was hungry, I pressed my face into the floor and began to eat. I was about to take a mouthful of meat when a boot appeared and pressed into it . Then another
Oh dear. Carry on eating. A few minutes later the sound of a car. German voices, Ok get in . It was rich, the boot of a Taxi was open. Don;t want the cab smelling of piss now do we
I spent the next fifteen minutes in darkness. Thinking.
The car stopped, and we were outside the apartment block. You missed out being fucked there, said Rich as we entered the building, I had to give the taxi driver an extra large tip instead.
Ok up those stairs. Run, I want you there outside the lift waiting for us on your knees
This was the quickest I had run in years, even before my slave life. I Made it just in time, collapsing on my knees just as the lift doors opened.
Rich and Dieter exited, and I followed them silently down the corridor, In their apartment Dieter kissed Rich as he retired to bed,
Rich ordered me to stand. He removed the pads from my knees and my mittens, The boots stay on though he said. Talking of boots, the bottoms need a clean, He placed a newspaper on the coffee table and lifted his legs. "Get going. Piss and kebabs before bed. You should sleep tonight."