A kick to the side woke me up the next morning. Get the fuck up .You have work today. Gunter threw some clothing at me. No need to shower. Just get these on, and join us in the kitchen.
Alone I got up, it was a pair of overalls. Paint, and cum splattered overalls. I got dressed and crawled into the kitchen.
Boss was eating breakfast, as I approached he dropped something on the floor. Do you want to eat or not he sneered. I shuffled over and quickly ate it. Gunter placed a dog bowl full cereal on the floor. I quickly snaffled it before it was taken away.
Follow me.
Get these on. A pair of battered boots, scuffed at the toe. Do a good job, and next time I might let you wear socks with them.
The buzzer to the apartment went off. Gunter answered. They are ready for him
Boss turned to me. Outside , a yellow van. It's your job for the day. He came closer, and put his hand against my arse, it was then that I noticed that there was a hole in the seat .
I ran down the stairs, the lift was still forbidden unless Boss allowed it. Outside there was a large van, leaning against the door, a grey haired East European was leaning against it, having a cigarette . As I approached, he stubbed out the fag, and then slid open the side door, he then barred my way. His breath stank of cheap cigarettes and beer. He opened his mouth, and pointed at me. I opened mine. He threw the remains of the cigarette in my mouth and with his nicotine fingers closed my jaw.
He pushed me into the van, and I landed straight on my belly. I looked up , inside there were three other men, Paint splattered.
I tried to lift myself up and said Guten Morgen. The man nearest me, stamped his boot against my face, pushing me back down against the floor of the van and at the same time made a hush noise. It was clear that no noise was required from me.
As the van started to move, he lifted his boot and placed it in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick. It felt as if years of dried paint, cement and dust were covering my tongue. The conversation continued above me, all in what to me was an alien language.
Suddenly the van stopped. The man whose boots I had been worshipping held me by the hair and lifted my head up. Blond and in his late twenties, he smiled, showing two broken teeth. I knew I wasn't to mess with him. He slowly let a stream of spit fall on the floor of the van
The doors slid open, and my three fellow passengers jumped out. I was about to follow them, when the driver stopped me. He wagged his fingers. He jumped in and rummaged, he held up a length of rope and quickly bound my arms together. He held my head down and pushed me out of the van, where I again fell flat on to the floor.
A heavily set bald man lifted me up. I smiled and was about to say Thank you. No English he said. And turned. I walked quickly behind him and the others as they walked into a house.
Inside it was empty, where I gathered being employed to paint and refurbish. My hands were unbound, the fourth of the group a forty year old with a dark moustache, and slicked back hair, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and took me to a pile of sacks of what looked like gypsum powder.. There were about 15 of them. He pointed, and mimed lifting a sack, and then dragged me up a flight of stairs. And pointed to another corner.
I was being employed to do heavy lifting. A job that I was far from suited to. Clapping hard he used his thumb to indicate I'd better start working. I turned round to go back down the stairs, when he clapped, , he held out his hands. Picking up a length of rope he created some makeshift leg irons around my ankles. He wasn't going to make it easy.
The house filled with music from the crackle of a radio. The work had begun. I shuffled down the stairs, the rope slowing me down considerably. When I reached the sack of gypsum. I surprised myself that I could lift, but would I get it up the stairs.
It took a lot of effort to do so, I carried on to the next one, and then the next. There were no clocks in the house, the only clue I had about the progress of time was when I heard a news bulletin for the third time on the radio . I guessed that meant I had been at it for 90 minutes, I was on my eight sack.
I was halfway up the stairs when. The man with the broken teeth yelled. At first I carried on walking, when he shouted English,
I looked round, the sack in my arms still, I tried not to lose my balance. He was pointed to the floor besides him, and beckoned me towards him
I couldn't leave the sack on the stairs. I struggled to walk down backwards, with the sack. He was tapping his foot impatiently, I reached him. He slapped me hard across the face, and pushed me down, he undid the zip of his fly and pulled out a beautifully shaped dick. I knew what I had to do, and opened my mouth. His piss was acrid, but having such a beautiful slab of meat in my mouth made it worthwhile.
He withdrew, but the look in his eyes indicated that he wasn't finished, he began to stroke his dick, he let go briefly and turned me round and pushed me forward over the gypsum sack. I now knew why there was a hole in the seat of the overall. With only the saliva from my mouth on the head of his dick he slid it in and began to fuck me . My first fuck in months. The force and speed of his thrust meant that he came quickly. He stood up, Kicked the sack and pointed up the stairs.
I got up, I could feel his cum leaking out of my arse, but shuffling, and carrying a sack meant that it was impossible to clench to keep it all in. I got the fifteenth sack upstairs just as another news bulletin came on.
I was summoned downstairs by the bald man. The shackles were loosened and undone. He motioned to indicate that they were going to have lunch. I had nothing and was used to going without lunch when in the company of Boss,
I was ushered out of the house and instructed to follow them. We entered a small cafe , plastic chairs and tables. Baldman went to the counter and ordered. I sat in silence as they began to talk. Within a few minutes five plates of curry wursts appeared. They took one each, the bald guy took the fifth and cut up the sausage and shared it between his co-workers. They began to eat . They gave each other a thumbs up to indicate how tasty it was.
Baldman picked up the empty plate and spat a mouthful on to it, he passed it round to the others who did the same, they did this twice, and then placed the plate in front of me.
The man with the moustache clapped, and encouraged me to eat. I had no cutlery, so I looked at my plate. The younger man, who was sitting beside me solved my dilemma, he pushed me faced down and made pig noises. I consoled myself with the knowledge that I was being fed.
The walk back to the house, I was taunted throughout by all four men making pig noises. I was painfully aware of my status.
On arrival Moustache man grabbed me as the others went to do their work. He led me to an empty room, in the middle of the floor there was a sawhorse. He pushed me over it and bound my arms. He slapped my arse, he walked to the corner of the room and produced a paint brush, he again stood behind me, I winced as I felt something invade. He had forced the handle of the brush inside me. He walked again in front of me, and slapped my face and then left.
As in the morning the only sense of time passing I had was the half hourly news bulletins on the radio. I remained there unmolested for at least two of them,possibly three as the noise of drilling drowned out the radio. The door finally opened, Heavy booted footsteps approached, my hole popped as the brush was taken out, cold fingers stretched it further I felt a ball of spit hit my arsehole, followed by a dick. It wasn't huge but it was thick . I waited for a thrust, but it never came. Instead I felt a warm wet sensation. I was being pissed in. The Invasion was over, the brush was reinserted. The footsteps walked in front of me, it was the driver. He crouched down and taking my head in his hands he gave me a big kiss. Smiled and ruffled my hair.
He then left leaving me with nothing but the noise of the radio, and drilling .