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"Finished" I had swallowed the last mouthful of burger, grateful that Mr Traynor had allowed me to eat food that didn't require cutlery.
" Yes Sir" He raised his hand and asked the waiter for the bill. When it arrived he put out his hand" Wallet" "I was paying, and welcomed the opportunity to show him my appreciation for the way he had treated me the last few days" I was however missing Sir, and couldn't wait to be reunited with him.
As we l approached the exit, Mr Traynor reminded me to thank Dan. I turned round to return to the bar, when Dan walked towards us. "Hope you enjoyed the meal Sir" he said addressing Mr Traynor. "As always Dan" Dan then handed him a bottle. "Something for the journey home, in case he gets thirsty" The bottle was full of a dark liquid, but I had no need to question it's contents" "Pure 1965 vintage this time Sir"
Mr Traynor laughed, took the bottle and ushered me out. "Back home I've got a meeting at 6.30, we should make it if the tubes are OK" He slapped my arse, reminding me of the plug that was inside.
"You can stand on the way back, some clenching will do you good" I felt that the journey wound never end, signal problems mean not only a reduced speed but longer periods at each station.
"Thirsty?" Mr Traynor mouthed silently at me "Yes Sir" He hands me the bottle full of Dan's piss. "Go on then drink" this time at a more audible volume. `I turned the cap, and the stench it my nostrils, and I'm sure that of a number of others in the carriage. I took a mouthful, and quickly returned the bottle to a chortling Mr Traynor.
Back at his house, I stripped so I was again naked, and waited for his orders. "My Office" I followed him on all fours, and watched as he typed. Sir's face appeared on the screen. I felt myself grin from ear to ear. "Hello, is he behaving?" "Nothing a good whipping hasn't solved" Mr Traynor ruffled my head. "Boy will be disappointed."
"So what day is it today" "Thursday Sir" "Which means?" "Tomorrow's Friday Sir" "Yes, and I bet you've been looking forward to it" "Yes Sir I" I almost shouted with enthusiasm. There's been a change of plan, you won't be coming back here just yet""Ssssir?"This wants the news I was expecting. "I'm far too busy to have you under my feet all day, and I think Charles here would welcome the extra training opportunities. Won't you" "Kyle, it's not ideal but as it's you. Shall we talk after the weekend?"
The weekend? Was I ever going to return to my life of walking Boy around the Park, and spending some time with Sir. Was this his way of telling me I had outstayed my welcome.
"You, basement" Mr Traynor said matter of factly.
I crawled out of his office and went to the basement. I was kneeling in my customary corner when he came down.
He opened the door to the cage,"In" no sooner was I inside he locked the door. I've got plans for this evening, and they don't include you. Don't worry you won't be bored. He had brought the bag containing the items I had paid for in Soho. A nine inch dildo, and a large bottle of liquid silk lube. By the time that cage is opened I want to see that slip easily inside. I squirmed. I was less worried about the length than the girth which was more than I had been used to. Don't worry, this will help. He took out a bottle of poppers , gave it a twist and handed it to me.There's a blanket there too in case it gets's cold.
He then left. This was the first time that I had been left alone in his basement with the light on. I looked through the bars of the cage, the whips the cage, cuff, whips and collars. Each one of them looked well used yet well cared for.
The cage was about six inches shorter than my height in length, but was almost tall enough for me to be on my knees comfortably. "Is it in yet?" He shouted down. I opened the bottle of poppers and smeared my hole with the lube and began to push. The last few hours of walking round Soho with one firmly inserted seemed not to have made a difference no matter how much I pushed. Another huff of the small yellow bottle, and the dildo went in a few more millimetres.
I pulled it out, took another huff of the poppers, and applied more lube. It went in a bit further. I repeated this for a while, long huff followed by an extra push anatomy guts. When my body began to resist, I took it out and applied more lube. It was then disaster struck. The popper bottle slipped out of my hand, and the contents emptied over the blanket that Mr Traynor had generously provided.
I tried to think what to do next when the light went off. I had no idea what the time was so I lay down and tried to sleep not easy when the fumes of the upended poppers were so heavy in the room,
I have no idea how long I'd been asleep, or if i even had been when the lights came on again,I took this as a cue to stretch my hole, without any natural light it was difficult to work out how long I had done this, when the lights went off again.
This pattern of lights going on and off continued, then Mr Traynor suddenly appeared. Finished those papers already? Hr twisted one open and placed it on the floor beside the cage. "As you like the smell. Now let's see that hole" I printed my arse to him, and I felt his fingers slip in, more easily that anything had in the last few months. "If Kyle keeps you here much longer, I think I could get a fist in there no problem "
He removed his fingers. "Get them clean" I turned around again and took his hand into my mouth. I really hoped that Sir wasn't going to keep here that long. Mr Traynor eventually left me alone again. The lights went off, and s far as I could tell they stayed off for some time.
I woke to noises coming from the main part of the house, but I remained undisturbed. I realised I'd better continue to fuck myself, the fumes from the poppers gave me both a headache yet an insatiable horn, which combined with the lube many that the but plug was going in with less friction and resistance than it had earlier.
The lights came on. Mr Traynor was dressed in a business suit. He placed two bowls on the floor. "Breakfast, lunch possibly dinner." He unlocked the cage, and indicated i was to get out. "I've got to go out, so you'll be here by yourself until late afternoon. I can't have you being all stiff so you can wonder round here untilI return. I'll be locking the door. And remember you have more than one hole you need to work on. But before I go , get drinking" He took out his cock.
As the last remnant of his more ing piss slipped down my throat, he placed a bottle on top of the worktops. "Dan's piss. It will have developed a nice depth of flavour by now I'm sure"
The next thing I knew I was alone again, and I could hear the key turn in the lock upstairs. Then the front door slammed shut. I was alone, not only in this room but in the whole building. Although Mr Traynor had indicated I was able to stay upright, it didn't seem quite right after the last few days so after ten minutes or so, I say ten minutes in a room devoid of natural light and little outside noise it could have just been a just two, or it could have been an hour, I went back to crouching on all fours. I took a mouthful of the contents of one of the bowls. It wasn't pleasant but edible
Both bowls were filled to the brim. My dilemma now was when to eat. I knew Mr Traynor would expect me to have eaten everything Sir was always cross with boy when he left more than just a smear of food in his bowl. But as it was meant to be possible three meals I knew I had to pace myself. I took a mouthful of Dan's piss. Cold , strong, piss. The only way I could stomach it was to down it quickly, and hope that I'd not be thirsty later on.
I decided to have a sleep. I went back in the cages and pulled the blanket over me, I'd forgotten about the spilled poppers as the residual fumes filled by lungs. My hole twitched in a pavlovian response, sleep was off the menu. I grabbed the but plug and smeared some lube on it and gently inserted it in my hole. Now that Mr Traynor was out I felt there was less pressure to perform, and it slid in much easier. Once it was in O, decide it was time to make sure my throat was able to perform too. in an unlocked chest I found a collection of dildos and butt plugs. Rummaging I took out one, and slid it into my mouth . It went in easy and did not trigger my gag reflex. My initial contentment and feeling of success was replaced quickly by a feeling that Mr Traynor, Sir, indeed any man would be disappointed that I hadn't tried something that tested me. I looked again, and found one which was longer and thicker.
This one immediately made me gag.
I have no idea how much time passed. I spent the time dozing, eating, and exercising both holes. Eventually I realised that the one that Mr Traynor had bought we was now probably too comfortable, and that I needed to go up a size. I took one out of the chest. I measured it against the one that had filled my hole, it was longer and thicker.
Of course I couldn't disregard then that he had bought for me yesterday, the fact that I had paid, didn't detract from the fact that it was a fit from him. I began to swallow, the taste of my arse and the length heightened he gag, and I swallowed the vomit that entered my mouth. I was determined I going to make Mr Traynor proud.
I finally mastered swallowing the nine inches, but not without the occasionally retching sound, During the rest period I walked round the basement , and had a closer look at Mr Traynor's equipment. His whips and paddles, I held them in my hands and tapped then against my palms and buttocks. A collection of chains, cuffs and collars hung down from hooks on the wall. The latter fascinated me, and I wondered what I'd look like with one on.
I'd fallen asleep again, when I was hungry. I decided regardless of the time that was left I was going to eat the contents of both bowls. Not only eat, but lick them clean too as Sir would have expected.
I heard the front door slam. He was back. I took the opportunity to stand up and stretch my muscles, before taking my kneeling position in the corner. Suddenly the lights went off. I was in the darkness for sometime before the door to the basement unlocked. The light came back on .
My head was bowed but I could tell by the noise of his footsteps, Mr Traynor was wearing his heavy boots. He didn't approach me. After a good few minutes he spoke" All fours now, and show me that arse."
I felt one of his leather covered fingers trace the outline of my buttocks, and then the whole palm. I quivered at the touch. Then i felt the plug being slowly withdrawn, and a slight pop as my hole puckered, open, a hole quickly filled again with his finger before he dragged the plug along the length of my spine. Then suddenly ten whacks of the paddle. I screamed.
"Knees" I got back on to my knees, my head still bowed. He lifted up my chin, forcing a finger into my mouth. "Clean"
"i don't know where to start. 100% for the training I can tell your being doing your best all day. But you should always leave a Master's basement as you found it. Understand"
"Yes Sir" I glossed over the use of the word Master, as surely I wasn't a slave. I noticed he said he was a Master, not my Master, which came as a relief. I wasn't a slave surely.
Ok, now to get you ready. I've got some guests upstairs. They want to try out that cock sucking technique of yours. By the looks of that butt plug you won't have any difficulty. Now get upstairs wait for me at the top.