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The rest of the morning was spent working, i deliberately took my time drinking Master M's piss, i wanted to savour every drop, dipping my fingers in the pint glass i the wiped them against my moustache, i wanted to smell Him as i worked.
Lunchtime approached and i was almost finishing the first pint of His gift. It was time to send a photo of my locked dick, in the same shot as my caged irrelevance, a picture of the empty glass.
A text message -Thing, I hope you enjoyed that pint. It's very valuable you know. Have you had lunch yet?
It was delicious Sir. No, Sir.
Good, I told Trainer Dom you will be over for a late lunchtime meeting. Get yourself over to the gym by 2.30, but on your way buy two of those tubs of instant porridge oats and n it to him. Tell work you will be taking a slightly extended lunch break.
2.30 was over two hours away, a late lunch would do me good.. Sent a message to my boss telling her of my plans then carried on with my work. For the first time that day my dick stirred in its cage, a welcome reminder of my status.
2.10, i left the house, quickly went to Tesco and bought the oats as instructed by MasterM. Post-lunch the gym was quieter than i was used to, i wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, a busy gym i felt meant that my daily meetings with Trainer Dom and Trainer Sam went largely unnoticed, afterall the PTs regularly checked the progress of their clients in private. A deserted gym left me feeling more exposed. At least i had taken the precaution of wearing my gym kit again.
Trainer Dom was just finishing with a client, a burly muscle bear, who I vaguely recognised but couldn't quite place.
He turned, and pointing indicated i should head to the mats and do some start jumps. Since locking up i had avoided the cardio side of the gym, it showed, my belly was getting bigger, but an Order is an order
A few minutes later, my balls were aching due to the strain being put on them by the cage. Trainer Dom came up.
Pass me those oats, and follow me.
Yes Sir, i responded.
We entered the Trainers room, Trainer Sam was already there waiting, in his hands a dogbowl.
`Thing', Trainer Dom barked.'Empty the oats into that bowl and place it on the floor. Then get two protein shakers from that shelf and had us one each.
My hands started to shake in fear, what did they have planned, i could guess, but was i ready for this.
I emptied the oats into the bowl, placed it on the floor, selected to protein shakers handed it to my Trainers.
Trainer Dom lowered his shorts , for the first time since i became MasterM's property i caught sight of a penis. It was lovely 8 inches, and medium girth and uncut. He started to piss into his shaker. Trainer Sam followed suit, i gasped as i saw the monster he released, some 12 inches, thick, and veiny . It was both beautiful and scary. He too started to piss.
When both had finished, Trainer Sam ordered me to approach on my knees, with the bowl in front of me.Obeying I awkwardly shuffled over towards him
Ha! Said Master Dom, he looks like a pathetic version of Oliver Twist, asking for more.
They then proceeded to pour their piss into the bowl, enough to make sure that the oats would absorb it.
Put it down there for a few minutes Trainer Dom instructed, and approach Trainer Sam and show his feet how much you appreciate his efforts in taking care of you. Trainer Sam was at this stage in a chair, he had removed his trainers, and his socked feet were on the desk. He pointed to his right foot.
Take care of it Thing,, I am reporting back to Master M on your progress remember
Trainer Sam obviously wore the same socks for days on end , they stunk to high heaven.
Tell Me how sweet those feet smell Trainer Dom said
"Like an Apline Glade'.
You lying fuck, they stik like shit, you dont deserve the chance to worship clean feet, now inhale deeply and tell me the truth.
Grabbing my head he forced my nose deeper into Trainer Sam's foot, it took all my willpower not to retch.
Now tell me how they smell.
Like rotting cheese Sir.
That's better, nothing worse than a lies.
Ok, lunch time. The oats lay in the bowl, not that they looked like oats anymore, certainly not the porridge i was used to eating. A smelly acrid mush lay before me.
Trainer Sam threw me a spoon.
Eat.
Let's get this over with i told myself and took the largest spoonful possible , that was a mistake, i swallowed some but the rest was involuntarily spat back into the bowl .
Ungrateful cunt, sneered Trainer Dom, kicking me in the gut, He turned to Trainer Sam, that was Your piss that did that, He cant get enough of mine, he loves it,
Cheeky Cunt, it's your smelly piss that made him do it. Not that's an excuse. You ain't leaving here until you've eaten it all up, that bowl needs to be clean.
Looking into the bowl the contents just looked more rank as the seconds went by, realising i had no choice, i took a smaller spoonful and swallowed.
It's disgusting isn't it? Tell us how eating this makes you feel.
It's gross Sir, it's making me want to vomit.
Make sure you don't the other trainers will need to use this room later, and I'm sure you don't want to eat vomit too.
No Sir, closing my eyes i continued to eat, whilst commenting on how gross it all was.
Finally it was all over. Almost.
There still some piss left to drink said Trainer Sam, you can't leave until it's all drunk. I quickly drank the remains of both trainers piss, alternating between one protein shaker and the other.
Finished Sir.
Ok, but remember to be here this evening.