I'd broken up with my partner and was looking for somewhere to live.
The last year of loving together had been turbulent, and was looking forward to a clean break. There were a number of options getting a place by myself, finding a new house share, living close to the centre of town, or going further out in the suburbs.
After some deliberation, I decided a flat share in zone 2 was what I needed, work was then just a bus ride, or even a walk to work. I saw a number of flats none of which suited, or if they did the other inhabitants did not want a fifty year old living with them. I then saw an advert , a room on a street that I had always fantasised about living in. An Edwardian townhouse with spacious rooms. Sharing with two others, the owner and his boyfriend. I arranged to go there after work on Friday and have a viewing.
I rang the bell, and a forty something man opened the door, Dressed in a shirt and tie.He had a cigar in his hand. I had hoped for a non smoking place, but i was getting to the state where I was a beggar who could not afford to be choosy
Hi, I've come to see the room.
You must be Mark, come in.
I'm Steve. Let's show you around.
He took me to the top floor, and worked his way down to the cellar. Throughout the tour he kept blowing cigar smoke, mostly into my face. I noticed he had rather intense eyes. A part of me felt apprehensive, and I wondered if this was the right place for me, but the more he spoke, and the more he blew the cigar smoke in my face the more I relaxed.
Everything about it screamed, please let me move in. The high ceilings, the spacious bedrooms
"All the rooms have an en-suite , except for ours. Still getting ours ready, I'm thinking about getting a urinal as well as a toilet installed. The question is white porcelain, or something a bit different."
The final room he showed me was a well equipped kitchen. In the corner of the kitchen a large dog basket.
Do you have a dog?
Not anymore, but we couldn't bear to get rid of the basket. too many happy memories. We still have this too he said, taking a collar and chain of a hook on the wall. I couldn't help notice the Thickness of the collar, and wondered what type of dog required something that thick and heavy.
He blew some smoke into my face
So what do you think?
I like it but I need to think about it.
Another cloud of smoke hit my face.
Let's chat.
He led me back into a room which he hadn't shown me previously. This is our private lounge. It means you and any other tenant can use the main one as and when you wish.
Either Side of the fireplace there were two leather armchairs, a thirty something dark haired man sat in one. Wearing a tight fitting T shirt that emphasised his pecs and forearms.
This is Jamie.
Hello
Hola
Jamie's Spanish.
Steve pointed to a low wooden chair, Sit.
I should have asked, - mind if we smoke.? I'm a huge cigar aficionado, my humidor is never empty, This time the smoke of two cigars hit me.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
I reminded myself that in theory I had planned on getting a non-smoking place, but this place was otherwise perfect. As I sat there the smoke got thicker, my eyes got heavier. Steve did most of the talking, he had a low sonorous voice , quite calming, which reduced my anxiety, my gaze was fixated on Jamie, his dark eyes looking intently into mine, a look which was only briefly interrupted when he withdrew his cigar and turned his gaze to the heavy head of ash that was building on it.
The next thing I remember is turning up on their doorstep, with a suitcase and a couple of packing boxes. As I waited for the door to be answered I recalled Steve telling me that I would be moving in the next day, and to bring as few possessions as possible. Before leaving the previous night he had also suggested I call in work to tell them that I would be off until Wednesday.
Steve opened the door. Dressed in full leather he looked at my meagre baggage.
Good you are here, on time too, and not too much stuff. I like a man who can follow instructions. A cloud of cigar smoke went straight in my face.
.
I picked up my suitcase and followed him up stairs. I put my case down and looked around my new room. I'm going to be happy here. I thought. I'll leave you alone to unpack, said Steve. He offered his hand, As we shook he looked deeply into my eyes and grinned.
I was left alone for the rest of the day. Unpacking hadn't taken long and I was grateful that Steve had advised me to pack light. At 6pm Jamie asked if I wanted to join them for dinner, a welcome meal. I accepted the invitation with glee, I wasn't up to cooking on my first night. Good, We'll expect you to be downstairs in exactly 33 minutes. The exactness of the time puzzled me, but I took it as being part of the Spanish personality. Or perhaps the meal was one of those efforts that was dependent on timing.
32 and 40 seconds said Steve as I sat down. Twenty seconds early.
He and Jamie were sitting on opposite ends of the table, I noticed that my chair was slightly lower than theirs, so from the very beginning I was looking up at them. Steve served up the meal, and poured some wine. They both lit up a cigar. The scent of cigar smoke had laid heavily in the house all day, and it was great to be finally in the middle of the source. We continued drinking after the meal was finished, and at least two other cigars were also consumed, I began to wonder why living in a smoke free house had been important. Most of the conversation was led by Steve, with an occasional contribution from Jamie, I spoke rarely only to agree with something they said, or in response to a question.
Day 2
The next morning my alarm went off. I couldn't remember getting to bed. I looked at 6.30. I wasn't even up that early on a weekday, let alone a Sunday .Then I remembered there were dishes to be washed from last night's meal .I walked downstairs, the pans, dishes and plates from last night's meal were there, needing to be cleaned. I began to clear the table, the remains of the cigars that they had smoked were still there, I lifted one up and inhaled, My dick suddenly became erect. I tightened my dressing gown in an attempt to hide it. I then noticed a small heap of cigar ash, i moistened my finger, dabbed some ash and tasted. It was delicious. But I realised I had no time to mess around. I had to clean. Soon the kitchen was spotless, but the smell of cigar smoke still lingered. Work flew by, after months of stress of living in a relationship that was on its last legs. I went back to my room. Although it was currently alone on that floor the smell of cigar smoke lay in the air. It gave me a warm sense of well being.
Later in the kitchen I saw Jame, his tight white T Shirt fighting a losing battle against the muscles underneath. Steve and I are off out. But will be back in time for dinner. See you at 6.46. Again the precision intrigued me, and I was unsure due to Jamie's accent if it was an invite that I could refuse, or an instruction that had to be obeyed. Such doubts were quickly gone as I realised that I should be happy that my landlords were making so much effort to make me comfortable was far more important.
10 Seconds, early . Improving said Steve, as the evening repeated much of the events of the night before, although I noticed that as each of the spoke I moved in closer towards them to get a bigger hit of cigar smoke as they exhaled.
Day 3
The next morning I was awake again awake at 5.30, making sure that the dishes from the night before were cleaned away . Again the smell from the cigars from the night before entranced me. I put the stubb in my mouth and pretended to give it a puff. This time rather than just dab a bit of ash I grabbed one of the dirty spoons and used it to scoop up a small heap which I eagerly swallowed.
Steve frowned when I sat at the dinner table two seconds late. But didn't say a word. Steve and Jamie were eating lovely juicy stakes, I had a healthy salad, with the occasionally sprinkling of cigar ash.
Day 4
Another early alarm, another gap in my memory of how I got to bed. But there was no time to dwell on that. I knew that there was work to be done. Not only did I have pots and plates to clean, but the kitchen floor needed to be looked at as well. But before I started I scooped all of the ash that Jamie had produced and shoved it into my mouth, brushed Steve ash on to a saucer. By 8 the kitchen was spotless, and by the time Steve and Jamie had sat down I had made them a cooked breakfast.
Dead on time, said Steve. I said 8:05 and 8:05 it is I think we've cracked that hurdle. Always be punctual. As Steve and Jamie ate their cooked breakfast I poured the remains of the cigars that Steve smoked the previous night over my porridge and began to eat.
Mark , we've been thinking. We;ve decided in return for cleaning up in the morning we will reduce your rent by £50 a month. What do you think.? Sounds good to me, I replied. As I washed up the breakfast pans. I've got some money from the breakup, but I'd rather not spend too much of that and there's a chance that there will be fewer hours coming in work wise. So a reduction will be welcome .
I'll have to think about other ways you can reduce the rent. Said Jamie, tapping a ball of cigar ash into the washing up bowl.,
Day 7
The next three days were difficult as I worked out how to fulfil the obligations at home with those at work,
I was glad when Friday finally came around. That evening Steve and James were having a delicious smelling curry, I had a bowl of plain white rice. Steve asked what my plans were for the coming week. I began to explain that I had no firm commitments.
I'm sure I can think of something to keep you busy. He looked at me, it was impossible to avert my gaze. I took a mouthful of rice, flavoured with some cigar ash.
So what are your plans again, Steve asked.
Suddenly I realised that I had a very busy week ahead. With getting up early to wash the dishes, and being home each night by 6.30 to make sure that there was dinner on the table for the two of them. I thank Steve again for being so considerate in setting out the meal plans for the week. My shopping tomorrow would be easier as a result .
Jamie reminded me that I had also offered to shine their boots before they went out on Saturday to their leather bar, I thanked him for the reminder as it had clean gone from my memory.
A houseboy and a boot black said Steve Things are looking up. Now I never know which boots I'm going to wear until just before heading out. So I think you better get them all done. We have ten pairs each. You are going to have a busy day tomorrow.
Having been rather half hearted in my own approach to polishing I needed to get to grips with the concept of bootblacking, and spent the rest of the night online researching before i felt confident enough to even touch their boots. I must have fallen asleep mid research, I woke up at 4.40. Just over three hours to get the kitchen cleaned and their breakfast cooked.
After lunch I opened the cupboard under the stairs, inside were twenty pairs of boots, along with other assorted footwear. I was mesmerised. As I polished each boot I began to wonder what my landlords would like in them, my mind then took me down the road of boot worship, and in the case of one pair of heavy biker boots being stomped on. Eventually the time came for them to leave. They inspected their boots, Good job, for a beginner said Steve. They picked the best pair, from my position on the floor seeing them in full leather was an amazing sight. I had lucked out moving in with two fine gentlemen.
Ok we're off, said Steve.
It was 9.30, I had the evening ahead of me. I decided that my time would be best served by repolishing the boots. I wanted to make sure that they appreciated me as much as I appreciated them
Day 8
The sound of a dog barking outside woke me up, I'd fallen asleep on the kitchen floor, I was surrounded by boots, each one having been shined and cleaned a second time. Besides me was a dog bowl full of water. I lifted it up, and drank. I again thought how lucky I was to live in such a great house.
I got up and tidied everything away. I was hungry. I had been so intent on getting the boots clean that I hadn't even thought about eating. But first I had to make sure that their breakfast was ready.
Day 21
I'd been getting up earlier with each day, as I realised that more and more needed to be done to keep the kitchen clean and tidy. It was essential that when they walked into the kitchen in the morning that Steve and Jamie walked on a clean floor. Breakfast had to be ready by 7.30, and twelve hours later exactly dinner.
Each mile was critiqued, commented on and marked. Taste, flavour temperature. When last week Steve criticised me for being ten seconds late in serving I almost burst in tears, It was only the comforting cigar smoke that made it better.
Monday had been the last time I sat and ate with them. I felt that that was intruding, so instead I just stood there as they ate, interrupting only to pour the wine, or pick up a dropped napkin. I would wait for them to retire to the lounge before I ate , They both had healthy appetites, so I was left with scraps, and the remnants that were left getting cold in the pans. However the addition of cigar ash made the meal palatable. Last night when I went in to top up their wine they had both taken off their boots.
Even after polishing their boots and falling asleep whilst doing so I hadn't fully appreciated how large their feet were both at a size twelve. Both pairs' feet began to sway, mesmerising me.
Which one do you want tonight? asked Jamie.
Day 24
I woke with a sock wrapped around my face, I had slept inhaling Jamie's feet. It was such an amazing scent and felt so happy that I had a caring landlord. At work, a text came, it was Jamie, dinner tonight will be at 7.15. I initially panicked that I would be able to get it ready in time. I asked my Boss if I could leave early, I hoped he wouldn't ask why , and thankfully he didn't.
Actually Mark I'm glad you are here, we need to cut your hours, from next week we will only need you three days a week. I took a deep breath at the news, I'm sure i'd manage but it wasn't the news I was expecting. In Spite of that he insisted I work until the last possible moment. I just about got home and dinner just about met its deadline. Unfortunately my lax concentration meant that when Steve's wine glass was empty I failed to notice, in fact it was only after Jamie had drained his glass and began tapping it with a fork did I realise that my landlords were waiting impatiently.
Sorry Sirs I said, apologetically filling tier glasses. I had no idea where the Sir Came from but it felt appropriate.
Day 27
Steve thanked me as I cleared away the plates. He said that he would be in the lounge alone ready for me.
Mark, what's wrong we've noticed that you haven't been on top of your game for the last few days, whilst edible food hasn't been great, and when I went to get a plate earlier it was still filthy. What's wrong. I told him about my concerns regarding the reduced hours.
That's no problem. Let's see we reduce the rent for the morning clean up, let's reduce it a bit more for the cooking, and the table service. That's £150 off the rent, if you keep up with the boot polishing we can decrease it by £200. I have an offer to reduce it by another 50.
What do you think? What Sir (again I unintentionally called him Sir) He talked in his low voice again blowing smoke in my face, so I was unsure what the offer was but I seemingly accepted it.
Day 28
I woke with a sore arse, my bedsheets had a huge damp patch and I wondered if I had had an unexpected wet dream. I'd not not wandered since my conversation with Sir Steven where he had put my mind at rest regarding rent payment.
Day 29
My arse was still sore, but remembered that the previous night Sir Jamie offered to check it out for me, the feeling of his fist as it went in and out was incredible, and helped make it better but this morning when I woke the soreness was still there so after breakfast Sir Steven thought he'd help out. He suggested we go to the basement. He lifted me up into a sling and carefully applied some cream over my hole and then on to his arm up to the elbow, I knew my useless ex wouldn't have been as caring.
Day 33
At breakfast Sir Jamie presented me with a butt plug. He suggested that when Sir Steven and he were not around to help that I wear it instead.
Day 36
To make sure that I was using the plug properly Sir Jamie suggested that I film myself using it. Three films are now online, Sir Jamie has been reading the feedback to me. As a result my rent has been reduced by a further thirty quid this week. He thinks that the more films I make the more the rent will get reduced.
Day 37
Sir Steven allowed me to worship his feet again last night. He had come home early from work and had seen me holding up his gym socks to my face whilst wanking. From now on I will have to take care of his feet each night. He has started to go out for a run on Thursdays' his feet will be hot and heavy with sweat, so I will take extra care of them.
Day 45
After speaking with Sir Steven we agreed that I no longer needed to go to the office. It was more important for me to stay at home to make sure that he and Sir Jamie were well looked after. As I no longer had an income to pay the rent I felt guilty about using a bedroom. I spent most of my days in the kitchen. I might as well sleep there too. That night I went to sleep knowing I was a lucky slave.
Day 47
I spent all day putting up the few remaining possessions I own for sale on ebay. I no longer have any need for my computer, having not used it or my phone in days. Any money I receive will go towards my upkeep. I wondered if the dog collar around my neck would ever be totally comfortable.
Day 48
After a conversation with SIR Steven Sir, I suggested that I should now eat my food from a bowl on the floor. Sir Jamie Sir , had bought me a new butt plug shaped like a dog's tail. I yelped with gratitude as he inserted it.
Day 52
Today I lit a bonfire in the garden. After a conversation with my Masters I realised I no longer needed the clothes I had brought with me. As a result it was agreed that it would not be practical for me to go shopping, it would get delivered. I barked as the doorbell rang with this week's food. I was now going to be on a diet of dried dog food. I was so excited.
Day 56
My twentieth video was the most popular one yet. It was called Dog and his extra large bone. As well as me it involved Master Jamie. I must have been a good dog yesterday
Day 58
Master Jamie pissed over my food this morning to give me more nutrition.Master Steve poured in some cigar ash for flavour.
Day 60
Laundry day. Master Steven caught me in the kitchen sniffing his underwear, A tell tale pool of cum was on the floor. As I lay over his knee , in between sobs and screams of pain I thanked him for discipling me. He allowed me to suck him off to confirm my gratitude. As a corrective to my behaviour it was suggested I have my dick locked, as it was becoming a hindrance.
Day 90
It's been a month since I last saw my dick. I am not allowed to cum. Last night after his cigar Master Steven extinguished it on my scrotum. I've worked out that it takes about four days for such marks to heal.
Day 92.
Master Steven decided that I needed an outfit for when guests were over-a maids outfit, short skirt, apron, frilly hat. The dog collar was still uncomfortable. I now had a larger buttplug in my hole
Day 100
Lord and Master Jamie had called in a plumber to finally sort out their bathroom. I agreed with his suggestion that seeing me in a Maids outfit would be ridiculous, so I remained naked. The Maid's outfit is now in the bin. Apparently the plumber is an expert with sore buttholes, and Master Jamie welcomed his offer to inspect mine. Afterwards I licked his hands clean
Day 110
I now wear mittens on my hands, and no longer need to stand up. Lord and Master Jamie and Lord and Master Steve take it in turns to cook and clean. I spend my time mostly in the dog basket. The Plumber who I now know as Sir Paul comes over everyday to help train me. Sir Paul spent the night , whilst worshipping his feet he said he was an advocate of castration where errant dogs were concerned.
Day 112
We had a guest. Dr Michael, a vet. He seems friendly, he patted me as I ate my dog food, called me a very good boy/
Day 113
I don't think I like Dr Michael
Das 120
I agreed with Lord and Master Jamie that not having pools of cum everywhere was a good thing. I sucked him off to show my gratitude, and was overjoyed when my thirst was quenched by his piss.
Day 122
Masters decided to take me to a fetish club. Going outside after such a long gap seemed out. I enjoyed being petted. Boot licking was thirsty work. In the cab on the way home Lord and Master Jamie and Lord and Master Steven couldn't agree on whether or not I should be punished for drinking piss straight out of the trough.
Day 124
My basket has been moved, I now live in the bathroom. Lord and Master likes to quench my thirst when he gets up in the middle of the night, lord and Master Steven is more concerned about my cleanliness, so I have regular showers throughout the day. My blankets are now rather damp.
Day 130
There has been a lot of banging in the house, Sir Pau r has been back in and a builder, they have both taken care of me by making sure I wasn't thirsty.
Day 132
I had spent the day being measured by Sir Paul.
Day 136
Sir Paul had knocked a hole in the wall of my owner's bathroom. Lord and Master Jamie presented me with a full length yellow rubber suit. It fits perfectly
Day 137
The dog basket was removed from the bathroom. I spent the day trying out funnel gags.
Day 160
I've not seen my Lord and Masters for twenty days. The hole in the wall that Sir Paul made was the perfect size. It's comfortable at the moment . They have not abandoned me as they keep me hydrated throughout the day. If I'm lucky some ash gets added toThis morning I heard Lord and Master Jamie speak. Steve, our idea of getting an en-suite urinal installed was genius. A shame that the conversion took so long
That Gordon made a super human toilet down stairs, so I thought I'd do something different up here, By the way someone called Paul is coming to view the room, I think he'll make a perfect dog.