As the key moved in the door I looked at the clock and got up on my knees. It was 2pm.
I had spent the last four days in one locked room. Five days ago it was used to store my possessions, or as I had become to think of them Peter's former possessions. Those possessions were now in landfill somewhere, and I realised that Peter and I were totally different people, that's if I could still be considered a person.
The curtains were drawn , and the only two permeant objects in the room were a clock and a mattress. I was allowed out twice a day 8.30 am and 6pm to have a shit. Master would use those vIsIts to bring me food and some water. I was otherwise mostly left alone to my own devices and thoughts. Almost left alone, as Master would also come in when he needed a piss. "How's the urinal? he would ask holding his dick in his hand pointing at me, that first day I knelt there with my mouth open eager to serve, but he aimed it at the mattress ignoring me, by the second day I knew there was no point in opening my mouth, but I still knelt there obediently watching as Master made sure that not even a stray drop would hit me
Taunting me with the fact that even though he had decided I was a human urinal he also had the power to deny me the opportunity to carry out this role. In the late afternoon of the second day Sir Michael also came in. A lit cigar in his mouth, he stood there looking at me with contempt, his piss spraying the length of the mattress. Coughing he brought up a ball of tobacco coloured phlegm and spat it in the middle. "Kyle, I hope this toilet of your become functional again soon" Master laughter, but said nothing, as Sir Michael delivered another ball of spit.
That night as I lay there trying to sleep my nostrils were filled with the scent of not Only Master but also Sir Michael. I hurried my head into the now damp mattress, and inhaled deeply, my dick hardened under the layer of rubber I was wearing.
Yesterday after three days I had become so despondent at the fact that I may not have another opportunity to taste Master's piss, is stuck my face deep into the mattress and sucked out the moisture, The taste was disgusting, but it was the product of Master, and Sir, and it felt good to make that connection
Master had only visited once so far today, and I was despite to even see a drop of his piss. The door opened but he remained outside, "Here now" Although it was a weekday, and he had changed into leather, He tapped his boots with a riding crop, I scurried over, and bent forward, and kissed the left , I was about to do the same with the right when I felt his hand grip my neck. and force it back down "Worship it " My dick went hard at those two words.
Master moved back so he was standing against a wall, my tongue got to work. After four days of virtual imprisonment I felt like a uncaged animal. In master's eyes I probably was. He moved his foot upwards, my prone position changed into a kneeling one as his foot got higher, when it reached the same level as my knees he pushed me back. I was soon lying on the floor, looking up at him, as he towered over me. He stamped his boot hard into my chest, causing me to yell.
"Did I hurt you? Whatever. Now get upstairs."
I turned over and began to crawl. I pulled myself up the stairs, I had wondered if I would be up here again. I was about to turn towards Master's bedroom, when I heard a cough. "In here now" It was Sir Michael's voice coming from a room that I had so far not ventured into. I crawled towards the voice, as I got closer , I could hear heavy breathing, and grunting.
"Your'e enjoying this aren't you?' Sir Michael was asking. The reply was inaudible."Louder I can't hear you?" "Yes Sir"
When I got in I saw Sir Michael's back, in full leather, his buttocks moving back and forth, he was fucking someone in a sling. He turned round. He clicked his fingers and pointed to where he wanted me to kneel. I looked up and I saw that he was fucking Daz. His face was slick with sweat, and the smell of lube and fucking fun in the air. The discarded black latex glove on the floor indicated that it wasn't only Sir's dick that had invaded Daz's arse today.
Sir, let out a great groan, as he came. Daz whimpered as his guts were filled with Sirs sperm. After a few seconds he with drew, he looked at me. "Clean him" He grabbed my collar, and pulled me towards Daz hole, one that was considerably less tight that it had been five days earlier. As I slurped and swallowed Sir's cum out of his arse, Daz continued to whimper, "I want to cum" he pleaded with me, I could easily have moved from his arse to his dick to give hime the relief he was desperate for but that was out of the question. Instead I prised his cheeks open and shoved my face in as far as it could go.
"You realised how lucky you are?" it was Master. It was unclear who he was addressing. "Having it eat and clean your arse out, is a sign that you are not at the bottom of the heap just yet. It's not had a dick for the last four days, I've not even let it drink my piss, but look at it, on its knees slurping cum and goes knows what else out of that arse. " I didn't hear the response but know that the message was aimed as much to me as much as it was to Daz.
"That's enough" Master pulled m away from Daz arse, and released him from the confines of the sling, he fell to his knees, almost collapsing on the floor, Master lifted him up and gave him a bear hug. "Well done" "Thank you sir"
"Show his some respect and thank him" The pronouns indicated that that was addressed to me. I bent down and kissed Daz's bare feet. "Thank you" "Sir' hissed Master" I kissed the feet again "Thank you Sir"
"Now get dressed, and get downstairs"
I watched as Daz got into his overalls, and boots, without a word he scurried down the stairs,
Master looked at "I said he was destined to be sub, but who knew it would be such a quick transformation. He's already moved out of his girlfriend's, and moved in with Dan. He's been here everyday hours of fucking and sucking. I've even set up an account for him on the apps, and he's a huge hit. Totally 100% bottom, of course I don't know what that makes you."
I remained silent, on the sub to slave food chain I was certainly near the bottom, in fact today I proved that I was a bottom feeder could I get any lower? As soon as I asked myself hat question I new the answer was, probably, it was a matter of when Master took me there.
"Now stand up" Master approached me , and pulled off my rubber hood, the sweat of four days dripped down my face. "Let's get you out of that" He helped me out of the heavy rubber, I was for now no longer his gimp, a brief respite perhaps, but I knew I would always be his slave. "Now go and shower, and get rid of that hair" he said pointing at the tufts that were growing around my groin.
The feeling of warm clean water, and the froth from the shower gel on my skin was a huge contrast from the rubber, and I was grateful that Master had granted me this privilege. AI dried myself and examined my groin for stray hairs, I heard voices downstairs.
"Are you finished? Then get down here." I gave myself a final pat down with the towel, and went downstairs. The voices were coming from the kitchen, I crawled in. From my position on the floor I could see Master's legs, his boots almost touching his knees,, to his left someone was standing, a pair of white paint splattered overalls and dusty workmen's boots.
"You remember It , don't you ? asked Master " "Of course I do" It was Dan."Go on then go and kiss his boots" I crawled over and bent down to kiss Dan left boot, as I did his right pressed down in the middle of my back. "You learn fast, its always good to test a slave's pain threshold early on" The pressure was soon relieved, and Dan grabbed my collar and brought me up to my knees. I was suddenly face to face with Daz, he was now collared, , with the lead of dog chain in his mouth.
"Yeah, who knew that two weeks ago I'd discover my best friend like cock, and that I quite liked feeding mine to him." Dan looked down and Daz,"You like this don't you?" He patted his groin "Yes Sir" Daz replied through a semi closed jaw, He rubbed his head against Dan's thigh.
"He's off again, I think we need to go" Dan put out his hand, Daz dropped the lead into it, and he was soon led out of the kitchen. I followed Master as he let them out of the house. "I give it a month before he calls him Master. now get into the lounge these boots need attention/