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Lick Lick Lick Lick
After my release from the bathroom, Boss had let me outside, where he had met up with three fellow Leather Men, Each one clad head to toe in black cowhide. I was naturally on the floor. A length of chain leading from Boss's hand to the collar around my neck.
Looking up the mass of leather above me merged, For the last half hour I had been kneeling silently, as Boss and his friends conversed. In one hand Boss held a cigar, in the other a riding crop. The crop was being waved as if it was keeping a beat, every now and then some ash would fall on the floor, more balls of ash fell from the cigars of the other men who surrounded me. My eyes greedily looked at the heap getting bigger. Eventually Boss said Eat.
I fell on the ash , ravenous eating as much of it as I could.
Then a gob of spit fell in front of me .
Lick - Boss instructed.
The next ten minutes were spent licking up the spit of one of the three men who towered above me, sometimes it would be on the floor, at others on one of the black knee length boots that surrounded me. One of them taunted me by spitting in his leather glove holding it in my face and as I reached to lick he moved it further and further away, so that to eat it, I would be almost standing, something which I knew was forbidden unless Boss permitted it. When it was as far up as possible, he lowered it, spat again, and wiped his hand over my face.
Lick
Lick
Lick.
Ok that's enough.
It's been good talking to you gentlemen.
Thirsty?
I nodded
I looked as Boss reached over to a nearby ledge and picked up an empty glass. He unzipped his crotch, pulled out his dick and filled it up.
He clicked his finger, and a young ginger leather boy crawled over.
There you go, I know how much you love my piss. Hope you are being good.
I am Boss.
He downed the piss. Kissed Boss's boots, and disappeared,
Did you think I was asking you?
You need to do a bit more to earn my piss , you know that.
He moved his face closer to mine and spat.
Spit however you deserve,
That's enough resting you still have work to do. He grabbed the chain, stood and led me to another part of the bar.
Ready?
Ready Boss. Replied a skinhead.
Great, so am I,
Two skinheads lifted me from the ground, and carried me over to where two vertical bars stood. Each skin grabbed a hand and handcuffed me to a bar.
One stood in front of me and began to stroke my dick, the other bound my ankles to the bars
Standing I felt his breath on the back of my neck as a finger worked its way into my hole.
The other skins had stopped stroking but instead grabbed my balls, and pulled them away from my shaft.
Boss came closer holding up the Doc Marteens I had discarded after my lengthy urinal service.
Remember these. He bent down, The skinhead increased his grip on my balls, pulling them further away even from my shaft. I then felt something being wound round, just above where my balls were, After what seemed like ages, Boss spoke,
Release him.
Thank these gentlemen for being so helpful. In my almost immobilised state the two skins took it in turns to invade my mouth with their tongues. Their breaths stank, of cheap cigarettes, I craved for Boss's cigar infused spit.
Eventually they stood back and Boss stood up, smiling.
Suddenly a wave of pain shot through my balls. The laces of my DMs were wound around my balls, stretching them away from my body, the pain had been caused by Boss dripping the boots, they were now swinging between my legs.
A night out with out some ball torture is a wasted opportunity. And look, this room is full of men looking for an opportunity .
Let's get this on you. He waved the rubber hood from earlier, opening the entry hole he spat inside,, and invited the skinheads to do likewise. He then pulled it over my head and I was again plunged into darkness.
Argh,
I winced as both my nipples were bitten
Excellent now to muffler that noise .
Open your mouth. What I assume to be a gag was stuffed in my mouth.
I felt a hand on my dick again, i waited for it to be stroked, but instead it was subjected to half a dozen slaps.
Perfect just the right level of moaning, I like it when my slave are enjoying themselves,
I began to cough. I suddenly realised that the gag was connected to a funnel. I was resuming my role as a piss slave.
It's getting late, I'm getting one last cigar , then heading home. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow sometime, I'm sure you'll find your way home.