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The bar was now full, and rowdy, I was starting to ache. My throat and arse having been fucked at regular intervals in the course of the afternoon.
Although the lube and cum that was in my arse was now dripping uncomfortably down my leg, the fact that being used in such a way meant I was desperate to be used and fucked hard until my release. Whenever a pair of skintight bleachers passed me I would growl and shout a plaintive plea for the owner to fuck me.
"Oi Lou does it ever shut up" Boss laughed and leant down he stuck a finger in my mouth "No one ever Told me you were such an eager fuck pig. Only an hour or so to go , then the bar closes, and you can rest before the night shift." I grunted as I sucked his cigarette flavoured fingers. As I did I felt my head being pulled back, as another cock thrust inside of me, I yelled as it was undoubtedly the thickest and longest dick of the afternoon. "Tell me that hurts Boy" ordered a European accent, I guessed Dutch. It thrust in again deeper. "Tell me" "It hurts Sir" "And does the slave like it" "Yes Sir" I wished by arse back towards him.
The man laughed as he got into a rhythm. His grip on the chain around my neck tightened as he pulled my back towards him. I now had a better view of the bar. It struck me that most of the skins there were ignoring me, a couple were there wanking furiously at the pathetic sight of me having my arse pummelled. But the majority were deep in conversation, swigging bottles of cheap beer. Suddenly I was facing a piss sodden pair of jeans. The owner walked closer towards me and held my face into it. "That should shut you up, nothing worse than a slave screaming when being fucked, so disrespectful" It was another German accent
The stench of piss filled my nostrils and made so already hard dick even harder. My nose was getting sore from being rubbed against the fabric of the jeans and dampness caused by the piss. Slowly I sensed that the jeans were being unzipped, a dick which looked as large as the one in my butt appeared.
"If you can make me and my husband come at the same time you'll get a nice reward" "Lovely the pig's being spit roasted" Its was Boss, from the corner of my eye I could see that his phone was in his hand and that he was filming. "Smile for your fans" The couple fucking me started to increase the pace I had spilled a load of phlegm on the floor as a result if the throat fucking""Ready?" "Ready, after ten?" One," " One" "Two,"" two " "Three"".Three" Each number being followed by a spit on my back. They both shouted Ten at the same time, I felt the convulsions in my arse first as it filled with a huge ball of cum two-seconds later my throat was coated with spunk.
Both withdrew. "You failed so no reward" Both men left me there my arse and throat wanting to be filled again" Before I had time to recover Boss was removing the straps that had secured me. He lifted me up. "Back on your knees Boy, piggy time is over, but dog time has begun.
He attached a leash to one of the metal links on my collar, "Time for a walk, and time to see if you are a pig or a dog?" There were still a fair few men in the bar. Boss walked me round briskly once, then again much slower stopping every now and again. Accompanied by a command "Go on sniff' "Smell those boots" "Show me how happy you are"
I lifted me head , my nose in the air and inhaled , snitching my noses into any groin that was presented to me and growling with excitement. I wanted him to consider me a dog. I stuck out my tongue , and panted excitedly before licking a boot, and barked enthusiastically when a hand was offered to me with a dollop of fresh spit on out for me to lick.
Boss stopped at a pair of rather scuffed boots"You remember It" "Of course " it was the Dutch accent , two fingers slid up my arsehole and twisted, as they entered further in. They slid out slowly, my head was pulled back as the handling a few centimetres away from my mouth. I licked my lips and let go guttural whine. I was desperate to taste.
"I'm trying to decide, is It a pig a dog or both. A dig perhaps, or a new species". The two Europeans laughed as I chocked on the slimy fingers. "Perhaps it's too early to say"
Boss led me away. "Ok lads time to go, it's 5pm we're open again at 7.30pm" I was looking forward to a rest, and a few hours in Boss's company. He he'd me to the bathroom. The trough was again over flowing, the drain blocked up with tissue paper.
"Fucking pigs the lot of them. I can't be bothered to clean this right now, after all it will only be the same at 3 am. " He took the lead that was attached to my collar and tied it to one of the pipes.
"At least you wont get thirsty There's plenty of piss to quench any thirst you have.
He lifted my face up by the chin, and spat. "It's a shame this is only a monthly event, I could happily instal you as a permeant part of the plumbing. "I'll see you in two hours"
As he walked away he entered one of the toilet cubicles, he exited and threw a damp ball of tissue directly in front of me. "You can start on that" I looked at a yellowing lump of paper. "I said eat it" He pushed me face down onto the mass of paper, and then pressed his boot on to my back "I want to hear chewing" I took a mouthful, he pulled me up and watched as I chewed it. It took a while but I eventually swallowed "Thank You Boss"
The bathroom door slammed shut, I could hear the distant voices of the last customers leaving and then silence.
Eventually the ball of tissue was either in my stomach or had disintegrated to an extent that eating it was not possible I lay flat on the floor licked the remaining flecks up. My attention then turned to the trough, The length of the lead meant that I couldn't reach the tissue blocking the drain, and I knew that Boss would expect at least some evidence that I had drunk the piss that lay in the trough, so I got to work.
I was facedown in the trough when I heard "Smile, your'e on cameras" It was Boss holding up his camera phone."Show the audience what a happy piss slave you are, I turned round, barked and shoved my face back in the water taking a mouthful before lifting my head back and gargling, I swallowed it and barked again"
Boss ruffled my hair, he didn't flinch at the fact that it was soaked with piss. Twenty minutes and we open, "Now do I keep you tried up like this all night, or set you free in the bar at the mercy of punters" I was desperate not to be tried up again and growled and tried to move towards the door of the bathroom, indicating I wanted to be free. "Be careful what you wish for perhaps someone should have told you that before you submitted to Kyle. What do you say to that?"
As quick as a flash I replied "Nothing will have changed my mind Boss" It was yet another admission that my natural state was that of being owned, perhaps the last few weeks had proved that it was unclear if that meant I was a slave, a dog, pig, or an object, but I knew that I was property. Master's property. I knew that even if I had been away form his presence for what seemed like weeks. I
Boss untied me, and pointed to the door. "Out" I crawled out to the bar, it was quiet but I could see three pairs of boots , I hurried over and immediately started to lick the ones that were most accessible. "It's you again" it was the Dutchman."Let's see if you are as good as licking as you were as being a fuck hole."
He jumped on to a bar stool. "Get going." I lifted myself up on to my knees and took his right boot in my hands and began to lick. Above me he began to talk to his companions, he had switched to German, a conversation that continued for twenty minutes, and no hint was my presence acknowledged, which was disconcerting as I was used to at least having some spit added to the leather to hep guide me on the right path. I was worried that I might not do a good enough job. "Don't hog the slave" It was Boss. "You start moving now" The boot I had been licking was abruptly withdrawn.
I crawled around the bar waiting for an opportunity to worship another boot, Initially i wasn't successful, not sooner than I made contact with a boot, than I was kicked away, I was going to end up as nothing but a bruise by the end of the night, "Dog you're coming with me" It was a Mancunian accent I was almost dragged along the floor, I initially thought I was going to be taken back into the toilet but we veered to the outside beer garden. "On your knees"
I looked at just in time to see a short but slim, skinhead sit down, I guessed he was around my hight, no more than 5ft 5.
"For now you can call me Max. From what I've heard you've been the central attraction this weekend. Lou always has some fresh meat for us to try, and I thought I was going to miss out. Un button me and start worshipping. Take your I guess I have thirty minutes before Lou starts getting antsy, and this is just the start"
I nervously ended the burrow of his jeans and unzipped, I pushed my face inside and inhaled. After what seemed like almost 24 hours of smelling piss it was fresh and clean. I took in an extra deep breath. It was so nice I began to question whether I could ever really be a piss slave. I didn't have to much time to think. "Take it out them " It was an average semi hard five inches, I took it in my mouth, and it instantly began to harden, and grow The fish clean smell also applied to the taste. I was reluctant to let it escape from my mouth.
"Suck it Boy. Slowly and gently, I'm just going to sit here, smoke and talk shit at you. " As the dick slide into my mouth Max slid back in his chair, making himself comfortable. His dick hardened and grew as I worked on it. It was a relief that it remained manageable after an afternoon where my throat had been fucked raw. Max meanwhile as promised talked about random stuff, his work up in Manchester, what he'd been up to during the weekend and occasionally would compliment me on my oral skills.
Suddenly he pushed me away, stood zipped up , and lifting me by the shoulders dragged me along the floor before slamming me against a wall. He lifted his knee and kicked me in the balls. Before I had a chance to take a breath he began to kiss me deeply. "Kiss me back " he said his breath and spit tasted and smelt of Marlboros, His knee was still against my groin, and as well as kissing him I found myself humping it. He continued to kiss me, whilst he grabbed me by the throat and forced my head against the wall. One of his hands slipped down and grabbed my balls and squeezed them.
"Do these get played with often?" I shook my head. "You're luck is in." His grip tightened. "You like this don't you? You want me to hold them even harder ? " Although tears began to burn my eyes I I let out a weak "Yes Sir" Before it could get any harder a voice boomed behind Max "That's it, time's up, it's needed inside"
Boss and Max continued to talk as I crawled back inside. " We have some unfinished business" It was the Dutchman, I looked round the bar it was crowded so I had no idea where I'd be able to pay proper attention to his size 12 feet.
"Not here, Lou says I can go upstairs. "He grabbed tugged at the lead. "Make space dog slave coming through"he looked down at me "bark then," as he led me through the bar area, I barked and growled, as loud as I could continue to do so as I climbed the stairs on all four.
He sat down on the sofa, and rated his feet on a coffee table. I was still growling, letting out an occasional yelp of excitement. I lowered my head and began to lick the leather. "Has all this fucking destroyed your brain cells , I said feet not boots" He began to loosen the lace in his right boot. "Now get going" I carefully loosened the laces and slid off his boot. He wiggled the toes and I moved my head in and inhaled the heavy thick sock that he was wearing. "48 Hours, do you like." Responding with a Yes seemed inappropriate, I growled deeply as I pressed the foot into my face as if it was a primary source of oxygen. "Remember I've got two. "I let out another yelp of excitement knowing that I was going to have an opportunity to worship both feet. I undid the lace of the left boot, but was so nervous with excitement that I took far too long for Master Jan's liking.
"If this is an indication of what I can expect I may stop now, and give you a hard belting instead. Is it" I let out a low whine indicating that it wasn't. He had removed most of the lace from the boot. "Ok get going, I want to hear how much you like the smell and taste of my sock. I want adjectives, forget that you are a dog for now, try and remember what a human would say" I barked as I lifted both feet to my face and began to suck.
"Words, not barks" He pushed the foot hard into my face "Understand, or I'll drag you back down stairs and make sure that you'll be more than a urinal." "Yes Master Jan, I took a deep breath and sucked in the aromas of the thick woollen sock. "You smell great Master Jan, musky, and manly" "Naturally , now how do they taste?" I took the toes on his left foot and began to suck "Like nectar Master, sweet with a powerful kick" "Do you want more?" "Please Master" "Ok slowly take off each sock, and drop them here" He tapped the sofa beside him. "You can use your hands if it helps.
Slowly I removed the right sock , pulling it down his muscular calf, I rolled it off of his foot and held it to my nose and inhaled. "You smell great Master Jan " I took it in my mouth and quickly shuffled around the coffee table and dropped it on the sofa next to him. I began to remove the left. This time I was able to remove more of it by my teeth, allowing me to savour his taste earlier. "A real Man's small Master Jan" I said before playing it in my mouth. This time I knelt facing him allowing the taste to seep into my mouth. Only when it looked as if he was going to berate me did I place it with its partner
Before I returned to his feet Master Jan grabbed the chain and pulled me up towards him, I knew what was coming and opened my mouth, I realised that I no longer automatically closed my eyes, when waiting for the gist of a Man's spit. Master Jan must have realised this too as he leaned in closer, and a second gobbet of phlegm it me in the left eye,
"Carry on Boy" He turned on the TV. It was not even 10 pm. I knelt there looking at the bare feet, the soles were smooth except for some dry skin on the soles, the toes were long and thick, the nails were well maintained. A cough brought me back to my senses and I began to suck the left toe. It was thicker and longer than the excuse of a dick that I had between my legs , or out certainly felt like it. I groaned. "Thank You Master Jan" as my tongue circled around the meaty digit, transferring toe jam and fluff from the socks from the foot into my mouth.
Master Jan groaned, as I moved on to the other toes, removing the jam, and swallowing it. I gently fellated each toe, knowing that each of them was superior to me. Not a millimetre of flesh was left unworshipped, my tiny dick hardened, mocking me, reminding me of its insignificance. I gently lifted Master Jan's for up from the table and began to lick the base of the heel. The dried skin was soon moist and quickly digested. I pressed my face into the sole "Master Jan, your feet are powerful. Thank you for allowing me to worship them" "Shut up and just worship"
I was about to start paying attention to the right foot this time I intend to work from the heel upwardsM when he lifted his feet from the coffee table and pushed it away from him. He placed this feet on the floor and pointed , I scurried round the table and lay flat on the floor, opened my mouth and began too muzzle of the heel. More dry skin fell into me welcoming mouth