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Twenty minutes later , I was in the back of a "People carrier"
Boss was in the middle row. An older Leather man, closely cropped hair and a white beard was driving. He addressed Boss as Sir, Boss addressed him by his first name Lukas. It was clear that whilst not a slave he was still subservient and was showing deference to the man who had just become my new owner.
Boss hadn't addressed me at all, I was lying on the floor, a blanket and a bowl were beside me. Eventually he turned round.
Sleep. It's a few hours before we hit Frankfurt.
He threw something at my face.
Master's , my former Master's jockstrap. I breathed in his scent , the mix of cum and piss, and felt a tear run down my face. Before I started to sob, I stuffed it in my mouth and turned over to try and sleep. I could hear Boss and Lukas speak in German, a conversation occasionally peppered with laughter.
I was shaken awake, it was Lukas, I could hear Boss snoring gently in the seat in front of me. Lukas had one finger against his lips indicating I was to remaining silent,
He then proceeded to undo the fly on his trousers and take out his dick. Soft and some 8 inches long with a lathe ring in the head. He grabbed me by the ear and pulled me towards him I climbed out of the vehicle and knelt.
My mouth was prised open, and his dick was soon filling the empty space. Within a few seconds, a gush of piss was flowing towards my stomach.
Lukas with drew shook off a few drops, zipped up and indicated I was to return inside.
It was not long before were were back on the road, the taste of his fresh piss overpowering the scent of Master's on the jock, I pressed it closer to my face and inhaled
I was shaken again.
I opened my eyes, we were outside a large apartment building.
Boss was already out of the vehicle.
Welcome Home boy.
I got out and knelt waiting for my instruction.
It was still early, so there was little activity, Lukas approached me, and I assumed he wanted a repeat of the earlier comfort break,
I opened my mouth and he again insert his dick in my mouth
Nein, said Boss.
He pushed my head down so it was touching the floor,
Auf nicht in
I heard a second pair of trousers being unzipped, and suddenly two streams of piss were hitting my back
I remained almost motionless even after the shower ceased. Lukas took a step back,
Thank him Boy
I stretched forward and kissed each boot.
Thank You Lukas. I look forward to catching up again soon. Give my regards to your slave.
The vehicle drove off, I was almost naked covered in piss on a Frankfurt street. I was still on the ground, a pool of piss underneath me.
Master's jockstrap was dropped in front of me, and I watched as Boss began to use it to mop up some of his and Lukas's piss,
Up, and get those bags in Boy. I stood up, stiff after being in the back of the People carrier for an extended period.
I lifted Boss's luggage, and waited for an instruction to move. Boss stuffed the jockstrap in my mouth. The taste of Master whilst present was in danger of being overpowered. I took a deep breath and followed Boss as he entered his apartment building.
We reached the lift. The doors opened, he stepped in and turned round. Pressing his hand against my chest he pushed me back.
Third floor the stairs are that way.
I knew better than to question, and picked up the luggage and walked to the door to the stairs. I slowly walked up, quietly cursing the heavy leather contained within. As I approached the second floor I heard footsteps, looking up Two pairs of Cherry Red Doc Martens were approaching down the stairwell.
My way up was swiftly blocked.
I was surprised to hear a Manucunian accent.
Dieter, looks as if Gregor has brought a new slave back from his travels.
He lifted my head up, and carefully examined my face. This was followed by a big spit which hit me in between my eyes.
Rich. Leave it You know Gregor will let you play with it eventually.
That word It again. I was still feeling upset at having been described as that by Master as he left me, and now two strangers were using that word to describe me. I better get used to it, I said to myself.
I finally reached the third floor. Boss was waiting. He moved his finger over my brow. Spit? Let me guess Dieter or Rich, or possibly both. At least I won't have to introduce you to them .
Follow me. Leave the luggage outside. I walked behind him. A door was already open As I entered I saw Boss embrace, then deeply kiss a man.
Gunter, this is it, My newest slave
He then placed his hand on Gunter's head, pushed him down to the floor, as Gunter kissed one boot the other rested on his back
It this is Gunter, my husband, and longest serving slave. The only one I've never sold, or indeed bought, .