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Dave's Leather Journal Chapter 2
"You will go over before to help them set up. Then serve the men. I am sure they will want to use you, so you will be used. You'll need your leather apron, and a set of shackles. They've suggested that it's a perfect uniform for the evening, and I agree." Xavier instructed Dave.
"Yes, Master." Dave shifted slightly. He was used to being loaned out, and had his own opinions of the regulars, but all that did not prevent Dave from doing his best, he had to show how obedient he was, to make his owner look good.
The two were at breakfast, next to windows looking out over a well kept garden. Dave did a lot of the gardening as one of his ongoing tasks. Dave looked down at this oatmeal. Plain, no sugar, no milk, no flavoring. Just as he liked it. Even before he submitted to Xavier, this was his breakfast. It gave him a sense of consistency with his earlier life.
"You'll be there at 4 this afternoon."
"Of course, Master." Dave didn't mind the couple he was being loaned out to as much as some of the others, in this case there would be who knows who else to use him. Having given his instructions, Master changed the topic to the news as Xavier valued Dave's thoughts.
Dave took care of various chores during the day. At one point, Xavier passed by Dave, touched his shoulder, and Dave took the slight pressure to kneel and suck Xavier. The Master did not allow the suck job to make him cum, but that is Master's choice.
In the afternoon, Dave dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and laced Wesco black boots. A wallet attached with a chain to his belt. A light black leather jacket finished. Dave looked at himself in the mirror. He was the picture of a leather slave. Dave pulled a black leather apron out of the closet. It was well maintained. The shackles were out, in a heavy cloth bag.
Xavier was not available, so knowing his duty, Dave got in his car and drove to the address of the couple he was to serve. Going up to the door, Dave rang the bell. He was exactly on time. Dave was very punctual.
The door opened, and Russell ushered him in. Russell was the top and more deliberate of the pair Dave was to serve.
"Oh, he's here. Look at how good he looks." Sam came in from one of the rooms. When Sam got to Dave, Sam ran his hand over Dave's pecs and ass. "And everything is so tight."
Russell stepped back and watched his husband feel up the slave they had possesion of. Dave opened his arms slightly to show his acceptance of Sam's manhandling. Sam slithered around to Dave's back and ran his hands up and down Dave's front, squeezing various parts.
"Wouldn't you like it better if you got him out of those clothes?" Russell asked with a chuckle.
"Oh yeah, that would be so much better." Sam pulled Dave's t-shirt up and off. Dave had to move the apron from hand to hand so it would not fall on the floor. Sam could not resist, and ran his hands over the bare chest and back.
Sam quickly moved down to undo the belt and push down the jeans and underwear. Russell laughed as the boots Dave was wearing made it impossible to remove over. "Damn." Sam whispered, causing Russell to snicker. "Over there, let's get those boots off." Sam indicated a chair. Dave had to shuffle to get to the chair, causing the men to laugh at him again.
Dave blushed at the laughter, but he was there to amuse. This was childish, but Dave knew he was there for exactly this. Sam ran his hands over Dave's body as Dave convorted himself to get the boots off. It was harder with the pants pushed all the way down. Dave had to undo the laces in the 18 hole Wesco's. Once the boots were neatly placed, and jeans folded on the floor Sam pulled up Dave and felt the naked man. Russell had a smile on his face.
Sam grabbed Dave's cock and pumped it, bringing to more hardness. "I do love making a dick get hard."
"I can attest to that." Russell agreed.
"You scamp." Sam let go of Dave and went to hug his husband. Dave waited patiently.
When the embrace ended, Russell squeezed his husband's ass. "Why don't you take him up and fuck him."
"Perfect idea." Sam looked first at Russell then Dave in a coquettish way. "Come on boy, I'm going to be the top this time."
"Yes Sir." Dave knew this was part of the plan. Sam was usually the bottom, but liked to top on occasion. Sam took Dave by the arm and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. Sounds of excitement came from the usual bottom.
Sam sat on the edge of the bed. Dave knelt and undid Sam's belt, bringing the pants down as Sam lifted his hips. Dave put one hand on Sam's dick, stroking it to some hardness. Sam let out a groan of pleasure. Dave moved his mouth to encircle the growing dick, first licking the head, then covering only the head and applying gentle sucking pressure. Dave's tongue slowly spiraled over every millimeter of the glans. Dave's hand slowly stroked up and down the shaft. Sam pulled his shirt off and widened his legs.
Pulling his legs together, Sam ran his hands through Dave's hair, interrupting Dave's rhythm in the blowjob. Dave continued, he was to pleasure this man, no matter how difficult the man made it. Dave moved his mouth down the shaft, taking more and more of it in with each plunge. Sam's legs opened and closed, flexed and extended as Dave's talented mouth worked. Dave could feel the contortions Sam's body made, a testament to how well Dave sucked a cock.
Dave's hand brushed over Sam's balls, bringing a sharp gasp. Dave knew this was a hot spot for Sam, and giving ecstasy was the job. A light squeeze, and a polishing motion as Dave dove to a take the entire cock into his throat. Sam shivered in the sensations, getting just enough control of himself to push Dave off.
"That was beyond belief, I have to fuck you now. Right now!" Sam stood, lightly pushing Dave who bent over the mattress. Sam fumbled the bottle of lube on the nightstand, having to bend over to get it off the floor. Trembling hands dispensed the viscous fluid to his palms, then his throbbing member.
Sam positioned himself to enter Dave's ass. Same guided with his hands, not being the top often. Dave took an intake of breath as the dick entered his ass. Sam took a moment to adjust and awkwardly begin fucking motions. It did not take long to get to a steady, fast pace. Sam raked his nails over Dave's back, not drawing blood, but leaving a series of reddened furrows. Dave was used to much more, this was nothing.
Sam leaned over Dave, bent in the furtive rut he was almost at the end of, the orgasm was rising quick, and the rare chance to be the top was almost more than he could stand. Sam grabbed Dave's shoulders as he began to cum. Sam's entire body bent to his left, and a ragged growl escaped his lips. Sam pulled back, his still hard cock slipping from the ravaged hole. Sam sat on the floor, taking deep breaths to recoup. Dave raised slightly and looked over at the man who had just fucked him.
Sam rose, collecting himself and heading towards the bathroom. "Get to Russell, I'm going to take a shower."
"Yes, Sir." Dave stood up, running his hands down over his hips as he got centered on himself before heading to the door. Dave could hear the water running.
Downstairs, Dave found Russell sitting and having a glass of wine. Approaching the man, Dave knelt and waited patiently. Russell slid one foot towards Dave. The naked boy leaned forward and began to kiss the foot. Russell liked kissing rather than licking. So Dave kissed, over and over again. Russell continued to enjoy his wine. The other foot came forward, and Dave transferred his attention to that one. Both needed attention, and Dave was sure to pay good attention to both.
At some point, Sam came by and kissed his husband, then got his own glass of wine, refreshing Russell's as well. Dave kept up his kissing. Sam started talking, prattling more than his husband responded. This was how their marriage was. Dave was familiar with it, and it suited them.
After a while, the doorbell rang. Sam jumped up and rushed to the door, Dave could hear voices, and heard footsteps as some group of people carried things to the kitchen. Dave could tell these strangers could see him, naked and kneeling, kissing the feet of a man calmly having a glass of wine. Dave felt the humiliation. It seemed different not to be aside like this, as not on display.
Dave had to serve on display a lot, teams of men watching him be fucked, flogged, paraded around on a leash. This was different. Glances through the doorways, seeing Dave in a subservient position. Not as a show, but as a way of life. Dave's service was as if a dog was worrying a bone.
Humiliation takes many forms. Nudity is one, exacerbated when surrounded by those clothed, especially in Leather. Kneeling, or working on a man's feet or ass is another. To be servicing a man in front of others. But to be left to kiss a foot while being glanced at by busy workmen. Dave shifted his body slightly to deal with the embarrassment. The shame remained even as he heard the workmen exit for good.
Dave continued his kissing, hearing some soft clanking from the kitchen. Sam was arranging whatever had been delivered. "Honey, can you send the boy in?" Sam shouted from the other room.
Russell tapped up his foot. "Get going."
"Yes, Sir." Dave got up and headed for the kitchen. Sam talked almost non-stop, Dave had to pay close attention to distinguish if there was an order buried somewhere in the conversation. Dave plated the items he was instructed to, as Sam decided and sometimes changed his mind on how he wanted things set up. Then carried everything to the dining room where they were to be displayed. Once everything was set, Dave served wine to Russell and Sam and stood attentively until he was needed.
"Go put your apron on boy, and bring the shackles." Russell said.
"Yes Sir." Dave went to the hall, put on the leather apron, and placed his regular clothes in the closet. Returning, Russell attached the shackles first to his ankles, then wrists. As Russell finished, the doorbell rang. The men rose, signaling Dave to follow them. At the door, Dave was waved to admit whoever was on the other side.
"Oh, you got this one, he has such a nice ass." One of the men entering said, running a hand over Dave's exposed ass. "I do so like him in an apron, like he's naked but not naked. So hot."
"Yes, sure does, doesn't it?" The group headed back, Dave serving drinks. The shackles kept Dave from moving freely, and added to how he looked to amuse the men.
Each time the doorbell rang, Dave greeted with "Welcome Sirs, I hope you enjoy your evening, and using me."
Once the half dozen guests had arrived, all served drinks, and snacking on nice things that had been put out. Dave was felt up by the guests and hosts until it was time for everyone to sit down to dinner. Dave was tapped to serve, so he carried plates from the kitchen to the dining room. While the men were having one course, Dave staged the next. He had to rush and be sure everything was in proper order. Dave was acutely aware of the shackles he wore. They restricted his walking. Made balancing the plates harder.
Dave's ass had more than one hand run over it, feeling up the well-built slave, and some would even reach through and feel his balls. Dave knew his body was available to all of the men there. He was the slave, they were the guests. Dave was torn between allowing himself to be felt up, and keeping up dinner service so there were no delays. It was an impossible task. And he had to keep the chains quiet as not to disturb the men in their conversation.
"Hurry up, some of us need our entrees still and others are half way done." One of the guests said in a mock-angry tone.
"I am sorry Sir, I will have it to you shortly." Dave made sure his voice conveyed the subservience due, that of a slave not making expectations. Dave quickened his pace as long as he was not being felt up. While they were eating, Dave tidied the kitchen, so he would have less to do later. Peeking through the door, so he would know when to appear for the next. The men were all enjoying themselves. Having a slave around to handle the work was great, and that added to the entertainment and visual pleasure. The option to touch was always open as well.
Dessert had been kept in the fridge, and Dave pulled it out moments before needing to serve it. All the work was demanding, but Dave was proud of the efforts he made, he was providing exemplary service, for the circumstances. One slave to serve this dinner wasn't actually enough, not if the purpose was for everything to run smoothly. Even with it was Dave, who could keep up with rigorous demands.
Dave knew they were finishing eating. The dessert had been served, and he was waiting to clear the last of the plates and then whatever else was demanded of him. Dave smoothed his hands down the leather apron he wore. He had kept it from being mused, so it retained the subtle sheen of his work caring for it. The leather felt good under his hands. The slight chill even though it had been on his body for so long. The knowledge it was skin prepared and shaped. Leather was a hallmark of his life. Service in leather. The strength of the leather he wore, now and at other times was like the strength of his service. Solid, pliant, and tough. Dave would make it through this evening, and other evenings like it. Show the world what he did for his Master.
"Boy!" the shout came from the dinner room. Dave instantly moved to the door in response to the summons. Russell was standing. "We had to wait boy, sloppy service."
"I'm sorry Sir. I need more training to properly serve you." Dave knew he had to take the blame, even if the task was insurmountable.
"And we need to show you the consequences of failing. Over here, lean on this." Russel pointed to a buffet as he removed his belt.
"Yes Sir." Dave went over, spread his legs as far as the chain allowed and leaned his hands on the solid piece of furniture.
The first strike was solid, impacting both cheeks and raising a broad red stripe. The next followed, slightly off from the original target. Each giving a resounding crack and leaving a new mark. Dave rose up, "Uggh uggh aargh" escaped his lips, Dave's body twisted as it did when he was beat. Dave's hands stayed on the buffet as he gripped it to deal with the pain. Hot pain. Belts always felt hot to him. The wide area they hit, the force. Some of the sting was that he was being punished for letting the Dom down, even if the task could not be completed as desired, that is not an excuse. Dave had done his all, but it was still not enough. An excuse to spur punishment.
Russell was enjoying it as Dave's butt turned redder. The boy was taking each strike with passive acceptance. He would never do this to his husband, but the chance to apply a belt to a fully grown man had its own allure. The feeling of power. Inflicting pain because he wanted to. To punish, to force this man to bend to his will.
Dave's ass was generating heat, A hand placed there would feel it. Dave felt it, heat and pain, progressing further into his body, going deeper. Dave's balls tingled, this was his place, how he lived. Dave's balls felt it. The submission. That caused the excitement he always craved, the erotic drive, he could nearly cum without being hard and being in pain from this. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Anyone else want to give it a go?" Russell asked. Dave took the opportunity to breathe, to be sure he had himself under control. For more, as one of the guests took up the offer. A new hand weild the belt. Less sure, and the strength of the strikes varied more. The abused ass took it, Dave took it. A strike to the thighs, making Dave's legs quiver some. A third man took up the belt, hitting from the other side. Dave knew there would be welts. Not as bad as when his Master worked him over, but they would be there.
A hand on his ass told him it was over. Russell ran a hand over both cheeks feeling the heat radiate from them. "Let that be a lesson to you."
"Yes Sir, a very good lesson." Dave agreed, knowing what he was being taught was submission. Everyone went into the other room for Dave to refresh drinks, moving more tenderly now with the marks on his ass.
Russell announced to everyone "I hope you don't think we have no entertainment planned." The returning comments indicated everyone was sure something was in the offing. "Boy, take off the apron for now, stand over there, legs apart."
Dave removed his leather apron and placed it carefully out of the way. He stood where instructed. Russell removed the shackles and attached a ball stretcher with a ring out, tying a rope to the ring. Straightening up, he winked at Sam, who got up and left the room.
Sam returned carrying a roomba, the robot vacuum. He put it by the feet of Dave. Getting down, Russell began to attach the rope to the handle on the roomba. Russell began to explain. "Roomba's use some sort of bizarre computer thing to get all over the floor. It's like random somehow. You can see I've attached the roomba to his balls. This slave boy will be" Russell slapped Dave on the ass "following it around and not interrupting its work." Everyone laughed. Everyone but Dave. Dave knew it would be difficult to obey.
Russell looked at Sam "Want to do the honors?"
"Sure do honey." Sam leaned forward and pressed the start button. The machine began to move, and Dave discovered the rope did not have a lot of lead. He was going to not only have to keep up with it, but he was going to have to do it awkwardly. Needing to keep each of his feet on each on each side on the roomba, as his balls needed to stay over it. Walking was difficult, his knees slightly bent, and shuffling forward. The roomba hit an obstacle and backed up, Dave changing direction as well. As the round device changed direction, Dave had to shuffle to go with it. The men around him laughed at him, stupidly moving to keep up.
Roombas do travel in a random pattern, and this one was going randomly around. Dave was forced to pay close attention and try to predict what direction it was going to pick. There were no clues from the robot where it was going to go. A person you might be able to pick up a clue of what direction they were going to pick. Dave was forced to quickly move around as the vacuum moved, bounced against walls and furniture.
Dave was sent to a wall, his face to it, for the robot to reverse and Dave had to back up quickly. The robot pulled on Dave's balls. Fuck machines and mechincal milkers let you lay there and take it. This required him to actively respond to the machine and whatever decided to do.
One of the men came up and pulled on Dave's dick. It was just another bit of proof that Dave was there only to provide amusement. Dave did not move his hands to stop the man, he was not going to prevent any use anyone wanted at him. Dave was already partially hard, and the hand on his dick made him harder.
Physical contact added to the humiliation and the excitement for Dave. The man let Dave's dick go, and stood back. Dave shuffled as the roomba ran into a sofa and reversed again, he stumbled. Everyone laughed. "We'll have to punish you for that." Sam giggled.
"Yes Sir." Dave replied, getting the vacuum back on track and continuing his shuffling as it took a long stretch over the floor. It was not easier to go in a straight line than to change directions, Dave discovered. His legs ached. The ache came on quickly, and so Dave had to force himself to keep going. He has to make his Master look good. These mean know Xavier owned him, and if he failed, they would think Xavier did not have good slaves. Dave was motivated to make his Master look good.
Dave took a breath, hoping no one noticed. It was hard, the humiliation and the task. Being a toy, a form of amusement for a group of men. Being the butt of the joke was his lot in life, and it happened over and over again. It never got easier. It was easy for the men to laugh at Dave, but for Dave, it was hard. His emotions ripped him, his degradation was the entertainment. Letting the men digest their meal, to laugh and relax. While Dave ached, while Dave debased himself.
The roomba hit the wall and angled in another direction. Dave followed along, as he was bound to do. Dave saw the men were hard, most of them were rubbing their crotches. Or the crotches of the man next to them. There were some partners there. Sam was curled up next to Russell and running his fingers up and down the wide shaft. Dave had been so busy concentrating on keeping up with the vacuum that he had not been able to see what his audience was doing. It seems Dave's shame was turning them all on.
Dave had to quickly turn his attention back to the vacuum so he would not get tugged on the balls too badly. His legs ached on the partial squatting he was forced to. With the hardened dicks around him, Dave knew he'd be servicing them soon. The leather slave continued to follow the robot guiding him around by the balls. The watching men continued their smirks as they felt each other up. One leaned over to suck his partner. There was a man next to him reaching over to rub his leg.
Dave stumbled, it was so difficult to keep going. One of the men got up and smacked Dave's ass, followed by grabbing his dick. The contact made Dave harder than he was from the embarrassment. A groan escaped Dave's lips which brought small chuckles from the men. Dave remembered the man's name was Adam.
Adam ran his fingers down the cord and picked up the roomba by the handle the cord was tied to. Adam led Dave by pulling on the cord, making Dave follow him around as Adam yanked the cord. The yanks hurt Dave's balls. Dave had to follow or his balls would be pulled, painfully. Following Adam's pulls.
Pulled behind the sofa, a couple of the guys reached their arms over to grab Dave's penis, twisting their bodies some, to humiliate Dave just that little bit more. Adam directed Dave to the center of where the men were sitting, using one hand to put Dave on his knees with some light pressure on the shoulder. Adam pulled on the cord to torture Dave's balls. This was pain after the humiliation, and still his balls were the target.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Adam grinned down at the slave.
"Yes Sir." Dave answered honestly.
"You may hurt, but your job is to make me feel good, right boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Then do it." Adam pulled his cock out and shoved it into Dave's open mouth. Dave saw it and opened up, knowing what was expected of him. Adam shoved roughly, and Dave had to open his throat for Adam's substantial manhood. Adam tried to continue to pull on Dave's balls, but the angle was wrong. "Shit.' Adam said in realization, pulling ineffectively. Dave's balls still felt it, glad for a small break.
"Got it." another of the men said, taking the cord and pulling brutally on Dave's balls. No matter how much the new guy pulled on his balls. And the new guy did really pull the balls, making Dave's hips bend towards the pressure. But Dave had to make sure Adam was getting good head. The slave's discomfort should not effect his service. Dave pushed further down Adam's big cock.
Another guy got behind Dave and reached around, grabbing his nips and twisting them brutally. Dave had to contend with that as well now. But he knew he had to, he had to deliver good service, to show how well trained he was by his Master. These men had to be impressed by his Master.
Dave felt his sides rub against the forearms of the man torturing his nips. The insides of the forearms had some hair, not a lot, not like the outer side, but there are some and Dave could feel them. Dave's skin was sensitive to every touch, even those sparse hairs. The fingers on his tits, the cord yanking his balls, even the cock in his mouth. All were reverberating through him. The sensations seeming to collide inside of him, echoing off each other. Dave shivered, his body shaking,
Adam got harder, his balls drawing up. Dave knew he was about to get cum flooding his tonsils, so he sucked harder, bringing the man to the edge and over. The cum shot and Dave began to swallow right off. Dave took it as the duty he had. The men around him hooted as they realized he was getting it down.
"Feed him." Someone shouted to deversive laughter.
"I'm feeding him gooood." Adam grabbed Dave's head and pulled it to his crotch. Dave had pubes pressed into his nose. The cock in his throat finished spasming, and was withdrawn. Dave took a deep breath. "You're next Reid".
Dave only had time for a few quick breaths before a new dick was in front of him, so he opened up to take it in. Reid was hairier than Adam, with a muskier scent. Dave inhaled and got the force of it seeping into his brain. Dave wanted to serve these men, all of them. Show them all how well his Master had trained him.
As Reid took the blow job Dave was delivering, Dave felt the fingers leave his nips. As they were removed his body was moved. Dave knew to comply with the hands that moved him. Dave's ass was pulled back and lifted, forcing him to all fours. He knew he would be fucked. He was not wrong.
Dave's knees were forced wider, and Dave braced himself on his hands. It was easier to balance, even if it was harder to suck the dick in his mouth. As Dave adjusted to suck Reid from a different angle, he felt hands pull his asscheeks apart, and fingers run up and down the crack, over his hole. A dickhead began to press on his hole, Dave knew he had to accept the fucking of any and all the men there, so he pushed to open his ass for the fucker.
The tugging on Dave's balls had paused while he was adjusted for the convenience of the men. Once Dave was in place, his balls were pulled again, over and over again. As his balls were pulled, the cock eased further up his ass, and arms reached around him to grab his nips. Whoever it was fucking Dave had inserted completely in, and was holding fully sheathed. Reid pushed in down Dave's throat so that both dicks were all in and holding.
It is one thing to have a cock all the way in the ass, another to have it lodged down your throat. Dave couldn't breathe. He had been trained to be a good cocksucker, and could hold his breath longer than most people, and he used that training now. The men were laughing at his predicament, and Dave gagged a bit, showing his further dedication as he did not try to pull off. Not even the automatic actions of his body would keep him from his duties.
Reid pulled out and Dave sucked in air, getting back to bobbing back and forth on the dick. Behind him, Dave felt the man there starting to fuck him seriously. The thrusts into his ass rocked Dave, but he kept up the blow job. His body was for the men's use. And they were using it. Dave knew the men were watching, knew he was the slave, and slaves are there to please men.
Dave split his attention between sucking the cock in his mouth and keeping his ass tight and open for being fucked. All during, he was taking the increasingly rough work on his nips. Dave felt his hand slip slightly and pulled it back to keep steady. He had to serve well, and that meant he could not move away, even accidentally.
Dave felt the cock in his ass speed up, the hands of the man fucking him grab his cheeks harder, the nails biting into his skin. This was something else he had to take, and feel the pain but not let the men have a drop in service. Dave knew his ass was about to be bred. Dave's expertise as a bottom showed as the man came just when Dave expected him to. Dave couldn't stop sucking to enjoy the feeling of the cum flooding his ass, but smiled to himself nonetheless.
The cock in his has slipped out, to be replaced with a new one. Dave could only tell it wasn't Reid as that was the cock he was sucking at the moment. The new cock wasn't as big as the last, but it was in there, and this guy like to jackrabbit, so Dave was getting jolted around. Not only did this make it harder to keep sucking properly, but his balls were yanked in a new direction at times. The fingers on his tits slipped as well. So one tit would get tortured harder than the other, or the hands on them would lose their grip entirely. The unevenness of how he was being used made it harder for Dave to keep all the men satisfied.
Dave worked hard to give the men all the pleasure they deserved. The difficulties each of them added was of no consequence to them. Each one had to really know their dick was taken care of by an expert. Dave had no excuse, could have no excuse. He had to be a good boy for his Master.
Reid came, Dave tasted as Reid pulled out and some strands of cum shot over his face. Reid waved his dick and pulled away. Two guys jostled hoping to be next to use Dave's mouth. Dave knew not to pick one over the other, left his mouth open and the decision up to them. Both cocks moved forward so Dave used his lips and tongue on both, another difficulty. Dave pushed himself to stimulate both. The two men in front of him had a bit of a sword fight in his mouth, rubbing cockheads against each other.
The two must have reached some form of agreement above him, as one dick pulled back and the other forced its way into his gullet. Dave did nothing to resist, but accepted it as a good slave. A few thrusts and the cocks swapped out, so Dave worked the new one. For the brief moments it was in his mouth before the cocks switched. Always have to make up for lost time as the dicks replaced each other.
Spare hands would occasionally grab his body. Dave worked hard for each of the men using him in each different way. Pleasuring one man took concentration, Dave had at least five doing something to him. Through the fog of sex he was glad they didn't flip him over so his hands could be used by two more. Dave could not keep that in his thoughts long as every instant and to be concentrated on all the men, all the dicks, all the pleasure he had to give.
Grabbing a quick breath as the dicks in his mouth changed again, Dave hoped he could keep up. One or two men were almost routine for Dave to service. Three would stretch him. There were half a dozen queued up for him to take care of, and all demanding his utmost. Dave gave his utmost, exhaustion came on him but he fought on, strived for everything for these men, for his Master.
"Damn that is a fine hole" Dave heard as cock in his ass came in him. A hole that soon had a new cock in it. Dave took pride his hole was getting positive reviews. That would please his Master if his Master ever heard. That such praise was given when he was being split roasted and more made it much harder to be as good as everyone needed.
The praise buoyed him, but Dave was still flagging from the use. He would have to find the strength somewhere. One of the two cocks in his mouth shot, adding to the cum on Dave's face as Dave focused his attention to the one left. Dave was lost in the dicks in him and the men using him. Dave's mind was a continual now of serving the men around him. Going from one second to another, all that he could do is concentrate on how to service the men. Dave had lost how much time had passed, how many times a dick, any dick, made it into him. It didn't completely matter, so long as they were satisfied, and that was the only thought in his head. Even breathing was all but forgotten, for Dave to be the working receptacle of dicks.
Dave realized he was no longer breathing through pubes, his ass was empty, and neither his balls nor tits were being used. He was laying down. Dave blinked and raised himself. Every muscle hurt. Looking around, many of the men were out of sight, but one couple was sleeping, entwined with each other. There was a pair of legs laying behind the sofa.
Dave rose up, rubbing his arms and legs, his eyes. He took elongated breaths. A glance through the windows showed it was dark, some small hour of the morning. Dave stood and stretched. Most of the lights were out. Snores and other soft sounds of night filled the house. He wanted to sleep, but that was not possible for him right now. He was a slave. He had been sent here to serve and service. He had a duty to the men here, a duty beyond providing sexual release.
Dave made his way to the dining room and began to collect the dishes and things there. Silently, he carried them to the kitchen. Dave's training had included working silently. So his efforts would not disturb men. It was important and once again added to the difficulty of his task. Dave had priorities, the comfort of men was the first. Having cleared the dining room, Dave began to wash the dishes. Everything had to be done before the men arose. Dave worked diligently, taking care to be quiet. Some into the dishwasher, many had to be done by hand.
Sore and used, Dave trudged on, completing all the work he had been given. Fingers of dawn were showing through the windows by the time Dave finished. Dave slumped down in a corner made by cabinets, his arms over his knees. Dave's head rested back, a few minutes between duties. Some rest, some needed rest.
Dave doozed, letting his body and mind recover some, a respite. Awoken by a cock rubbing over his face. Even half unconscious, Dave opened his mouth for Russell to shove his cock in. Dave sucked as his mind came into focus.
Russell pulled out and went to start coffee. As soon as the pot was done, Russell sat and snapped his fingers, indicating his crotch. Dave crawled to him and began to suck the turgid cock. Other men came in as Russell got his blow job, Dave heard them talking, greeting each other and getting coffee and breakfast.
Russell's hand gripped the back of Dave's head, holding it close as the orgasm hit. As Dave was released, a new hand reached for him, and a new crotch was in his face in second.
Sam appeared, commenting how well everything had been tidied up. Dave heard the compliment and smiled to himself. He hoped he would get a good report back to his Master. He worked harder on the dick in his mouth, and was rewarded with more cum. Dave could tell the guests were leaving. He'd finish one and they would head home, thanking Russell and Sam for a great night. No word was said to Dave, as the slave he was an appliance, a tool for use, not someone to be thanked. When the last of the guests were gone, Dave was on his knees sucking off Sam. Sam had his legs wrapped around Dave's shoulders, and was feeling his own chest up.
Reaching climax, Sam stood up, forcing Dave back as he pumped in and out of Dave's mouth. Forcing Dave to arch his back awkwardly. Having cum, Sam stepped back, shook his head and went to his coffee. "You had best get back to Xavier. I'm sure he had a list of things for you to do."
"Yes Sir." Dave stood, running his hands over his thighs. "Thank both of you Sirs, for letting me serve you and using me. I hope my performance was acceptable."
"Passingly adequate." Russell added from across the room. "I'll send a list of your deficiencies to your Xavier. He can punish you as he sees fit."
"Yes Sir, thank you for helping keep me in line." Dave bowed his head, retreating to fetch his leather gear before heading out naked. Only outside near his car did Dave dress. He looked at the house, he had done so much there, been used hard, and hoped his Master would be proud.
Dave drove home, without a radio playing, enjoying the silence. Parking in the garage, Dave entered the house. Aaron was massaging Xavier's shoulders. Dave approached, got on his knees and kissed his Master's slippered feet.
"You're back." Xavier said moving his foot to get Dave's attention, which was successful. Dave continued to kiss Xavier's slippers.
"Yes Master." Dave replied between kisses.
"How did you do?"
"I worked hard, Sir Russell said he would report my deficiencies to you."
"Deficiencies? I will consider them. And how to punish you for any."
"Of course Master, it is your decision."
"So it is, so it is." Xavier leaned back, freeing his feet from the slippers, enjoying Dave's tongue while Aaron worked his shoulders.
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