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"He's not a bad cook" It was Saturday I was standing at Sir's oven, cooking breakfast. A fortnight has passed since Sir had kindly suggested that I move into his home permanently. "Permanently" not a word that he had used but I felt that it had been implied.
I had barely been out of his house in that time as Sir wanted me to become totally acclimatised to my new surroundings. The only exception being two ten minute spells a day in his back garden, My ability to explore his house was now greater than when I was just there in my role as Boy's walker.
Some areas were for the most part still restricted, upstairs was only accessible when Sir permitted it, but otherwise i could crawl anywhere I wanted. I now slept downstairs, on his floor, with his blanket to keep me warm. Surrounded by boxes of my former possessions. Sir had not yet got round to getting rid of all of it yet, but he was very strict in ensuring that I didn't allow sentimentality to rule my decision making on what I needed to keep. So far thanks to his guidance I had realised that very little of it was of value to me. He had apparently already made a tidy sum by selling what I no longer required on eBay, money that would go on my keep.
Every morning I made Sir his breakfast, then fed Boy, and finally ate my mix of oats and protein powder, Thankfully I had only been required to lick Boy's bowl clean on three other occasions, although two days ago, a quarter of his evening meal remained uneaten. Sir suggested that as a result I had no need to eat my oats and protein, as Boy's left overs were nutritionally sufficient. Sir also decided that I should go without his evening piss, as a result the taste of dog food lingered throughout the night but I appreciated Sir's concern for my diet and weight.
Last night Sir went out. His first Backstreet visit since my move. As he was likely to be back in the small hours of the morning, I thought it would be a good idea to have an early night, so I could be sufficiently awake when he returned. I hadn't been to bed at 7 since I was in primary school but knew that being on hand to be of service to Sir was the least I could do in the circumstance.
To make it easier for Sir, and to make sure I was awake when required I slept in his hall way. I woke as Sir's key turned in his lock. By the time he was in I was on my knees, my head bowed. It was then I realised that he had guests. "Fuck Kyle, I need a piss after that. The night Tube is great but what I need is a night toilet." "That bladder of yours must be tiny." Sir looked at me "Dave needs a piss, what are you going to do about it"
Without any hesitation, I opened my mouth and waited. No sooner as I had swallowed the contents of his bladder, I heard another fly unzip, and Dave was all but unceremoniously pushed away and another hard dick was shoved into my mouth.
"Let's go into the lounge, you follow" I crawled after Sir and his guests. Each one of them was resplendent in full leather. "Top up? "Sir asked, handing out a bottle of beer each. "You're going to be busy tonight." As they started talking Sir casually pointed to his boot.I crawled over ready to start licking it, when he shook his head and lifted it up. I realised he wanted me to removed it . I grabbed the back and pulled, sliding it off him, before placing it beside him, on his floor I stick my head into it and sniffed. "I have two feet remember" I moved on to the next foot and repeated he process.
"And don't forget my guests" Over the thirty minutes I spent my time removing boots, sniffing inside, and then worshipping five pairs of socked then bare feet. Eventually Sir announced it was time for them all to retire to bed. "You're sleeping upstairs tonight" I followed Sir and the others up his stairs, each of them carrying a pair of boots, and a pint glass of water
"These need to be polished before you can get to sleep, and remember you are on urinal duty" "Yes Sir" "Starting with me" I looked up at Sir's face as he emptied his bladder, our eyes met, and although it wasn't visible on his lips I could see that's eyes were smiling. He ruffled my hair as a sign to open my mouth and release his dick. "Well done, now get polishing" I spent the next ninety minutes polishing boots, a task interrupted twice to act as a urinal. "I like a nice human urinal, well done pig " Dave said as he pulled back his foreskin and aimed his dick ant my waiting mouth. By the time I had finished it was already light outside and the dawn chorus was almost coming to an end. I was woken by Sir, his dick pointing threateningly to me, ready to drench me in piss if I didn't kneel up in the next couple of seconds. " Stay there for the next thirty minutes then get down stairs and make us breakfast"
Down in his kitchen Sir and his guests were chatting and smoking when I joined them, my own bladder now full of their piss, but what was important right now was to make sure they were fed. Sir, his guests and of course Boy.I would occasionally get asked a question by one of the guests, and in line with the House rules, each answer was followed by a Sir, Yes Sir, No Sir, as appropriate.
After I placed their plates on his table and filled Boy's bowl, Sir asked if I needed a piss. "Go then, be back in two minutes" The relief as I emptied my bladder into my piss bucket was immense. My relief tapered by the fact that the bucket was now at a level where it would either be emptied down the toilet, or poured over me as a cold shower. As yet only once had it gone down the toilet. I hurried back, a few feet further back than normal so I could see all the men in the room, eating to respond to their needs
They were still eating when I returned to the kitchen, "Get under there, Fred needs to unload" He was an early forty something with a Canadian accent. The most muscular of Sir's guests, and I could tell that he had thoughts that would easily crush my skull. "Thanks Kyle I hardly had any action last night, and the husband's been away all week, so my balls are fit to burst" He was slowly wanking his dick. He was circumcised so the tip of his dick looked particularly cross, waiting for me to take it in my mouth. "Now it's in I don't expect to do any work, understand?" "Yes, Sir I answered my reply muffled for obvious reasons.
The conversation continued above me as m throat slid along Sir Fred's dick. Every now and then I would choke as he thrust it hitting my tonsils. "Music to my years that, suggests that he's struggling with the size" "You bastard Fred" said Sir "But please continue" The kitchen reverberated with laughter. Words, such as control, obedience, ownership, cropped up but for the most part these were just words. I was concentrating on making Sir's guest feel at home. I suddenly started to cough, a stream of cum filled my mouth, I let it slide down, and waited. Would he withdraw, or keep it in waiting until he was ready to piss. Disappointingly it was the former. I bent down kissed his feet, and crawled backwards into the middle of the kitchen floor.
"Finished gentlemen? pass me your plates then" Shortly five breakfast plates were on the floor besides me smeared in bacon fat, and egg yolk, one plate also had two cigarette butts and the accompanying ash on the side. "You know what to do" Sir and the others got up and left me to it.
I had swallowed the cigarette stub when Sir called me. "Come and say goodbye" I crawled out of the kitchen into the hallway. Sir's guests were ready to leave, each one wearing the boots I had spent the night worshipping and polishing "One last goodbye, and remember to say thank you" I approached the first boot it was Sir Dave's right foot a ball of spit hit it. My tongue quickly absorbed it making sure that no trace remained on the leather, this was repeated on the left foot, and then each of the remaining six boots, spit, lick, worship, and a Thank You Sir.
"I should do that more often, what do you think?" Sir said closing the door. "Yes Sir"
"Sir. Hmmm. Get dressed Boy needs his walk"
I was being allowed out "I kissed Sir's feet "Yes Sir. Thank You Sir" Being dressed for the first time in three weeks was an odd feeling, The last time I had been in clothes was when I entered Mr Traynor's house. Boy was really excited seeing me dressed as if normality was returning, whereas for me I knew that I was still in the early stages of a new type of normality.
Ready? "Yes Sir" "Don't you find calling everyone Sir a bit confusing? How am I going to know who you are addressing. Think about it?"
I clipped the lead on to Boy's collar and left the house. Walking through the park I began to consider my position and what had brought me there. Three months of so ago I was bored, and needed some extra income. Sir's advert for a dog walker provided a solution to both. Then when my temping job stopped I got one with Sir and Sir Mike. Sir ensured that my evenings were kept occupied, and I had learnt that there was more to life than scrolling left. Focussing on Sir's well being making sure that I was of use to Sir at al times had become a priority. Knowing that he had provided a roof over my head man me very grateful, and I had no concerns when he told me that he was taking over my finances. He probably would make better use of my money than I ever would. Sir ensured that I was fed and watered, my sexual needs were met under his strict supervision. I'd not wanked since my return, and that was thanks to Sir arranging for me to stay at Mr Traynor's / Sir Charles' place. I had learnt will power. I remembered some of Sir Charles's conversations with Sir Chris and the advice he gave with regard to his relationship with his husband. Obedience, being an object being useful, ownership. I had experienced all four of these throughout my service as Boy's dog walker, no more so than last night with Sirs' guest Sir Dave, Sir Fred and the others. It then hit me. All these men I called Sir, out of respect and deference, but what did that mean about my own relationship with my Sir. He started off as Mr Stephens, then Kyle, back to Mr Stephens before settling on Sir. What was the next stage? Had I been at that stage already but hadn't realised it?
We reached Sir's front door. I detached Boy's lead from his collar. I looked to see if Sir's neighbours were were around, then realised that I didn't care. I undid my tie, took off the shirt, and removed my shoes and trousers. When Sir opened the door I was kneeling and naked.
He silently ushered me in. "Did you enjoy your walk?" he said addressing me. "Yes Master " I replied. "Excellent, longer than I expected but Excellent"