"Are they clean yet" Michael shouted from the living room, "Not yet" Dave shouted back "
"I Thought you said it was a good bootlicker, I'm still unconvinced." "If you ain't happy you know what to do"
James looked up, as Dave's face broke into a grin . "Oh I know"
Michael could hear the yell of pain as Dave's boot landed firmly in his landlords groin.
"Now get back down and get them clean"
Dave looked down as Michael resumed licking his boots. He was happy with the shine but he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to humiliate. He sat down and lifted his leg, now get those treads clean. Dave watched as James positioned himself, and began to lick the soles of the young man's boots. They were not clean and as his tongue worked its way between the tread he could feel the dirt accumulate in its mouth. Dave took a swig from a bottle of beer and leaning forward spat it out in James's face. He laughed as it dripped down the man's forehead on to the floor. Finally he got bored, and instructed James to remove the boots. He could continue with the cleaning without further supervision. After they had been removed Dave reached down and grabbed James's balls and without saying a word squeezed them hard. " It's cigar time. Consider that your dinner"
James was alone In the kitchen,In the last fortnight Michael had limited his use of the house unless involved it cleaning or when summoned into the living room or what was once his bedroom. He was now only allowed unrestricted access to the bathroom, the kitchen and his very sparse bedroom. Memories of his old life would occasionally come into his head, those with his late husband/master, and the time he lived alone following his death. Now however most of his thoughts were focussed on the present, on the fact that although on paper he was the owner of the house, and Michael was his lodger, Michael ruled the roost.
Michael threw a lighter to Dave who lit a cigar. The living room now permanently smelled of cigar smoke. A significant change from when Michael first came to view when it was made clear that one of the rules was that it was a non-smoking house. Now of course Michael just had to show an unlit cigar to James and his eyes would light up , in hopefully expectation that he would be used as an ashtray.
That unfortunately for James was a less common occurrence than it used to be as Michael had discovered that there were a regular supply of human ashtrays ready to serve on the internet. Men or excuses for men who were willing no only to just kneel there and wait for him to deposit cigar ash in their mouths but pay for the privilege too. He was a quarter through his cigar, and there was a decent amount of ash, his ashtray for the night was wide eyed looking at it, it had already paid £150 quid. £100 just for the privilege of being used. Michael guessed he'd be at least £500 richer by the end of the night.
"So how is it" Michael asked "Like a pig in shit." replied Dave "You really have got lucky, you know he'd do anything to make you happy don't you." "It not he, I want it to remember its place. Just like this thing here." Michael looked at his ashtray and spat in his face. "I won't charge you for that."
"To think that a few weeks ago I thought I was giving you advice on how to dominate"
"I'm always happy to show you what I learned you know" Michael rubbed his hard dick through his trousers at his colleague, and grinned.
An hour later the ashtray had just been dismissed, £550 poorer with a welt forming where Michael has just extinguished the final embers of the cigar. "Oi don't forget him" Michael said nodding towards Dave. The ashtray stopped and waited for Dave to approach him , Dave held out his hand, it was soon filled with a wallet. "Your final £50. Show me how much you want me to take it" Within seconds Dave's feet were kicking the ashtray's balls. "A quid per kick" said Dave "next time make sure you bring some extra dosh. Understood?" "Yes Sir" the man mumbled as the pain in his balls increased.
Dave returned to the lounge. Michael took a swig from a bottle of beer. " Not bad, it's only Thursday and I've brought in over two grand, from pathetic specimens that want to grovel , and be abused." "Better paid than your job then" "Too right, I don't know what I bother going toward, I'm making more in a week from tributes than I do from slaving away in that office"
Michael and Dave looked at each other and smiled, as a n idea formed in Michael's head.
"Bring it in will you" Michael instructed Dave. Dave nodded silently and went to the kitchen.
He returned quickly with James crawling behind him.
"Happy with what it did with your boots" "It will do" "That doesn't sound very convincing" Michael turned and looked at James" Next time I expect the answer to be one of glowing praise understood?" James looked up at the younger man just seeing him turned his excuse for dick hard in the cage. "Yes" forgetting his place "Yes Sir" Just to make sure that you I think you need a punishment.
Michael walked to the corner of the room and brandished a cane. One that James's late husband had used on him frequently.
"How many was it last night?" "
"49 Sir" "So 50 tonight?" "Yes Sir" Michael rubbed James's bare buttock, James groaned, knowing that this would be the only physical contact that would take place between the two of them that night.
As the first one hit James let out a yell. "Come on. don't spoil the fun at least let me do it twice before you get all pathetic on me " James pushed his head into a cushion the scent of cigars acting as a distraction. Silently he counted them in his head, as he did he slowly accepted his submission.