Dave, having finished his cigar pushed over the short arse that had been serving him.
Pass me your drink boy, he ordered the slave who lay sprawled on the floor. The sub got on his knees, passed his half empty pint glass to Dave who first of all spat in it, then poured the cigar ash from the ashtray besides him , and finished off by dropping in the cigar butt.
Drink up.
Dave watched as short arse downed the drink in one, all that remained were a few flakes of ash, and the now very wet butt. Short arse then removed the but and chewed, until it was a mushy pulp and swallowed.
Thank You for allowing me to serve.
Dave pushed him aside and returned to the bathroom, this time there was no queue but the gimp was still there. Fucking freak thought Dave, as he pulled out his dick and pissed over the gimp. At the same time thinking that this would be a perfect way to get Chris from under his feet on occasions.
He walked through yet another puddle of piss, and thought to himself, these need a clean. He walked back into the bar, in a corner a young skinhead in a white T shirt sat alone. Dave walked up to him. The skinhead looked up and immediately stood and offered Dave his stool.
Dave sat down silently, as the skinhead walked away he was pulled back by his waistband., and pushed to the floor.
Worship and clean, these pissy boots.
The skinhead positioned himself, so that the treads of Dave's boots were in his face, he licked them enthusiastically, looking up to Dave's outwardly impassive face. The skinhead worked harder to try and get a reaction, but Dave remained poker face throughout, taking sips from yet another free bottle of beer. The skinhead then lay on the floor, Dave took the opportunity to kick the skinhead in its side, and threw in some stomping. As he did so the pristine white t shirt got filthier, a mix of pub floor dirt, and pissy boot prints. Dave laughed as the skinhead finally got up and looked down in horror, as he realised how filthy he was.
Time for another cigar thought Dave, he walked out, and noticed a boot black in the back of the beer garden. He had just finished with one client, so Dave took the opportunity to make use of it. At the same time he noticed the muscle bear from earlier, ne called him over.
Like cigar ash boy? Yes Sir, Then stay here.
The three of them stood, knelt and sat in silence. The boot lack taking time to professionally take care of Dave's boots, speaking only to give some suggestions on long term leather care. Muscle bear just stood there in silence. Dave would breathe cigar smoke into his face at intervals, and occasionally gift him some cigar flavoured spit. Dave watched as the shine developed, finally enough of a head of ash was in evidence.
Open your mouth he ordered, the muscle bear obeyed, and Dave watched as the ash lay on his tongue, as the sub waited for permission to swallow. Finally it came, the ash was swallowed and the sub opened his mouth to show a slightly grey tongue
Finally the boots were done, Dave took out his wallet to offer payment.
On the House Sir said the boot black, a pleasure to work on such a fine pair of boots belonging to a fine Sir. Dave smiled his thanks and got up dragging the ashtray with him.
Dave saw the skinhead again, his T-shirt was now off and hanging from the back of his jeans, probably destined for the bin and not the washing machine. Dave pointed to him then his boots, he seemed to hesitate so Dave repeated his instructions.
He was soon on his knees worshipping Dave's boots, this time tasting the leather, the groans of ecstasy as he did demonstrating that he was being served by a true boot pig. He handed his cigar to muscle cub.
Hold that for a minute
He then proceeded to give the skinhead another kicking, eliciting more groans of pleasure
Taking the cigar back from muscle cub, he sat in silence as the other boot was serviced, from heel to the very top. Finally the cigar was finished, and the muscle cub was dismissed. He looked down the skinhead skin was almost as filthy as his t shirt with a few bruises already becoming evident. Dave reached down and lifted him up , his face was black from licking the freshly polished boots as was his tongue. Dave decided a gob of cigar flavored spit would help get it clean. He patted the skinhead on the cheek and walked off.
By now it was getting late, and the bar was starting to quieten down, Dave need a wank. He looked for a spot to do this, he opened his fly, took out his dick and started to slowly stroke it, his foreskin moving slowly back and for over the head. He soon had an audience of subs eager to suck, be face fucked and deep throated. Dave however just wanted to wank, but a sudden found exhibitionist streak meant he was happy to have an audience.
As he wanked his dick got harder, he turned down an offer of some poppers, and batted off a non consensual grope. He then noticed the geek from earlier handing back, and himself having a wank.
Dave walked towards him, wanking with one hand and dragging him by the scruff of the neck with another to a corner, he pushed him down to the floor.
Hands on your head Dave commanded, keep them there until I tell you..
Geek obeyed, and watched as Dave wanked, the speed quickly building up, then suddenly Dave came over geeks face, the cum hitting him just above his eye.
Geek remained still his hand in position, as the cum started to drip down and burn.
Ok open and clean this, no hands, Geek opened his mouth and Dave forced it in , he groaned as geek cleaned the head and sucked out the remaining drops of cum from his piss hole. Dave eventually withdrew, lifting up geek, whose arms were still in position. Taking geeks t shirt Dave first wiped his dick, then lifted it up further and wiped his cum of geeks face,
Dave smiled at the geek, Thank You boy, before slapping him, and headed to the cloak room to get his coat. Chris better have got that work done he said to himself.