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Cunt, Breakfast.
I crawled towards the voice. This was the third Saturday morning in a row that I had woken up in Rich and Dieter's apartment. Every Friday I was Rich's property, property that he was happy to share with the skinheads of Frankfurt. Every Saturday I woke my top and jeans damp from piss, my knees stiff from spending so much time on all fours, and a sore throat from barking and getting throatfucked, and my feet begging for release from their padlocked prison.
In his dining area Rich was standing eating a bowl of cereal. He was already in his tight bleached jeans, but barefoot and topless. A smattering of hair across his chest.
Toast? Woof. He lifted a plate and walked over to the dining table, on which there was a boot. He lifted it up and began to scrape the tread of the heel. You weren't too hungry last night , and you left a hell of a lot of that delicious kebab. Well you'd better eat it all now.
He handed me the plate. Eat.
I took a mouthful.
The toast was cold, the leftover kebab was cold, and god knows what else Rich had picked up from the floor of last night's bar.
And don't forget to drink. He handed me a glass. The dark yellow liquid was unmistakable. Of course it's cold. Dieter's from last night. He lit a cigarette, a few seconds and my lungs were filled with smoke. I coughed again. Get that down you he said flicking the plate, and make sure you drink every single drop of that piss. Dieter kept it in all the way from the pub last night especially. If he was here he'D be expecting a thank you for sparing you the indignity of being pissed on outside again.
Indignity. An interesting word, yes being hauled down dark alleyways and getting pissed on was humiliating, but as a slave it was something I had become used to, each stream of piss that hot my back, each drop that soaked through the clothes into my skin. It cemented my position in life. What made it easier to accept was knowing that on occasion, I would be allowed to swallow, not like the morning after pint that I was half way through, but fresh from the source.
Businessman, lawyer, construction worker, leather man, and skinhead. Each time that one of these superior men unzipped their fly my ears would prick up, my dick would twitch and my mouth would salivate knowing that within minutes a stream of warm nectar would soon overwhelm my taste buds,
Rich had his back to me as I continued to eat, he was checking emails on his laptop, every now and then he's laugh. I stayed there on my knees, the plate and glass empty. From the messages I've had on Recon you were a hit last night, there's nothing better a real skin head loves than humiliating and dominating a hair hippy fucker like you . I've been asked how your ears are.
I remembered a twenty something skin. He had spent twenty minutes fucking my mouth with his long-thick dick guiding my head along the shaft after he had twisted my ears and holding them in a vice like grip.
He turned round. Lift your shirt Nasty bruise there he said drawing his finger under my right pec, and then pulling hard on the nipple.
Gregor won't be too happy. I might have to pay him extra Woof Rich's phone went to indicate that he had had a text message.
Looks as if I don't have to return you yet. You're my property for another hour. Like that? Woof. Part of me wanted to go Ruff and say no, but that was not wise.
Let's start. You've been a good little slave all night let's get you a reward. He unzipped, his flaccid dick hung out
This needs cleaning after last night. Get to it. Before I had a chance to shuffle over he was looking over me. He forced his thumbs into my mouth, prising them open and guided them to his now hardened dick. Once he had thrust it down my throat he released he thumbs
You know what to do. I began to suck, my tongue working the bottom of the shaft . The dick got harder. Rich I knew could be a quick and heavy cummer. So I'd not have to work too hard to get my reward. As I withdrew I massaged his pisshole with the tip of my tongue.
Fuck He grabbed the back of my head and a spurt of cum began working its way down my gullet. I knew better not to withdraw, I waited for the dick to soften, and a stream of piss joined the puddle of Rich's fresh white gloopy semen,
I sense Rich relaxing. I released his dick from my mouth. My tongue licked my lips, I wanted to savour his taste for a few more seconds.
Stay there
He return with a black bin bag Stand
He went and rummaged in the kitchen drawer, returning with a large pair of scissors. Within seconds the top I'd worn the night before hand was cut off me., and dumped in the bin bag. Next the jeans, bits of denim were thrown in the bag. All that remained were what could be described as denim hot pants.
Gregor complained that I keep sending you back stinking of piss. That should reduce the complaining. He stuck his hand down the back of my new jean shorts,
The hole is still far too tight. Is Gregor ever going to allow you to take a fist? Don't answer that.
Time to go, Kneel Open your mouth, He placed a cold metal object inside, then another The keys, to the locks on my boots. , Don't' swallow now fuck off.