Terms and Conditions

By Ash Eater

Published on Nov 4, 2020

Gay

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Sunday evening. As had become normal since I started my Friday night job as the Members room urinal I had spent the last 48 hours in a yellow rubber singlet. 48 hours where unless required I was confined to the floor of the shower, being tantalised by the prospect that I could get myself clean i buy just turning on the tap, but knowing that would lead to a severe punishment. Boss had decided that the longer I smelt like a urinal the easier it would be for me to realize that if he wanted me to be one that's what I was. The longer I festered the easier it would be for me to accept my fate. Two weeks ago he only allowed me to change just hours before I was due to start my shift, having decided that it would be unfair on paying Members to use me smelling of week old piss.

I had spent the last thirty minutes eating out Gunters arse. Boss had spent much of the afternoon fucking it, so it was full of lube and cum. After such a marathon session it was also unusually loose. Boss forced my head, ordering me to lick out every drop.

When his grip was finally released I could feel my beard was sticky, and the smell hung around under my nose.

I remained kneeling by the bed as Gunter went and showered. The remains of the cleaning session would be with me for a few hours yet. He returned, his fresh clean smell contrasting with mine, emphasising the difference between us, he like me may be Boss's slave, but he was far superior to me, and I knew that there was no way that I would be treated with the same dignity. I was an object, used by Boss Directly only when his favoured possession was unavailable.

Here now.

It was Boss calling from the bathroom. The shower was still running.

Get that piss soaked rubber off you , and get in.

The water was freezing, but it was a relief to be able to get clean again. I held my nerve and waited until I was used to it before I started to clean myself off.

Two more minutes.

I washed the last remains of Gunter and Boss's scent from my beard. Knowing that I would smell it again quite soon.

Bedroom.

I wasn't being given the opportunity to dry myself, so I crawled shivering and dripping towards Boss's voice.

In the bedroom he was standing. His hands behind his back.

You have a new job tomorrow. You need to look the part, He brought out a shirt and a pair of smart trousers.

Clothes, I'd not worn proper clothes since Paris, when Master and my day trip around the city were cancelled.

Yes' it's an office job too, if Ed's right you have the right skills, as long as you remember what it's like to work in an office.

Now before you go to sleep, my boots need cleaning.

I was woken by a sharp kick in my side. Boss was up and dressed. Suit tie, dress shoes. My dick went hard at the sight of him.

I'd only been required to wake three times during the night to witness Boss feeding his piss to Gunter, and for Gunter to recycle it to me. In between my dreams took me back to my first day in the office when Master took control, and how he demonstrated his ownership of his other slaves. Those first few hours were a gentle introduction I realised, as I had yet to discover how disposable us slaves were as property to our owners. At least I had only been sold and taken to Frankfurt, I occasionally wondered how Mike was living as a dog slave in South Africa, and was both envious and thankful that it wasn't me at the same time.

Time to get ready.

I got on my knees and kissed his shoes.

Stand. He started to play with my dick, making it hard. Perhaps it's time to get a bigger ring in here, he said as he connected to the rings in my cock head and guiche together. Now get dressed.

I looked at the clothes, I still couldn't help finding it strange that Boss was allowing me to wear them.

Come on get them on, or have you forgotten how to get dressed. Or do you like being my naked little pig slave.

Slave, it looks like the pig has forgotten how to dress itself. Come and give it a hand.

This was one humiliation I could not bear. I quickly grabbed the trousers and slipped my legs into them. But the time Gunter was in the bedroom I had slipped on the shirt but was struggling with the buttons.

You'd better get used to doing this you know. I have a feeling you may end up having to get that shirt on a few times today.

I looked in the mirror, seeing myself looking almost normal shocked me. Normal. What was normal, having free will and the ability to make my own decisions, going out to work, having a drink with friends as and when I wanted. None of those applied to me but my current situation was now my normal. I depended on Boss, he made the right decisions for me, I obeyed him. That was my normal, being allowed out clothed in day light that was not normal.

Ok before we go, let's get some punishment out of the way.

Boss grabbed me and pulled me over his knee.

Gunter was 25 minutes late coming home yesterday. So 25 beatings for you .

His bare hand slapped my left buttock, then my right.

Each one was accompanied with Boss counting down. My eyes started to water, but the sensation of being disciplined whilst my dick was confined in its trouser prison made it get hard.

It was still hard when he finished. He lifted me up and made my look in the mirror. It was then that I noticed that my trousers were obscenely tight. Standing in front of me he unzipped my fly, and began to wank me, just before I could come he released me and stuck my dick back in the trousers. He hadn't finished, he began to slowly rub my dick through the fabric, I noticed that his suit smelled of cigar smoke, I leaned forward and inhaled. Suddenly I found that I had cum. Master moved away so I could see myself again in the mirror, a huge stain was now visible in the leg.

Ok off we go.

This was the first time since my arrival that I had been on the U-Bahn. Being surrounded by commuters heading off to work in the city made me think about my days in London , before Master decided that I move in with him. I didn't have to be told where to go. I allowed Boss to enter first, find a seat and stood quietly in front of him. My head bowed ,and arms behind my back. Not uttering a word.

The train stopped, Boss got off and pointed to the door. I followed him, and silently walked behind him to street level. It was another ten minutes before we reached a large glass fronted building.

Security waved Boss in, and I followed. We got into a lift, at the third floor it emptiedBoss pushed me against the wall and started to play with my dick again.

Let's see if we can cause another accident. He opened my fly and massaged the head with his thumb. Withdrawing it he wiped my orecum over my lip.

Don't you dare lick he said.

Finally the lift opened.

Gregor.

Boss was greeted by a late thirty year old, dark hair and metal framed glasses. An expensive looking shirt, barely containing the obvious muscles in his chest and arms. As they spoke I detected a Spanish accent

So this is ...

It . Luis I call it It. Or Pig, or dog, slut, bitch, whatever. But usually It, I can't recall its original name

Boss turned, put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up, he looked at me with a mix of contempt, and a smile.

I returned to looking down, my hands behind my back.

It, it is then. So? Sorry. Down. I knelt . You know what's next. I moved forward and kissed the large size 13 shoes that we in-front of me. A strange hand grabbed the back of my head and guided it along the length.

Not too bad a job. I'm sure it will meet my expectations eventually. And we all know how how your expectations are Luis

Ok I'm off Remember obey, obey obey. Luis here is demanding but fair. See you later He remained still, then tapped his foot, I turned round and kissed each shoe.

Ok, don't get up and crawl after me.

I followed Luis, along the corridor, I tried to blank out the presence of other workers at their desks getting on with their day, I hoped that they were also ignoring me

Ok. First duty. Suck this. Luis sat in a chair unzipped and pulled out eight inches of soft dick. Gently, I have at least an hour before my first meeting of the day, so nice and relaxing whilst I get ready .

Next: Chapter 75


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