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Did it behave? Master asked Tim. It was the next morning. We were in the office my face was nuzzling against the fabric of Master's expensive trousers. His hard dick was against my cheek, and it was all but impossible to resist sticking my tongue out and licking it but I knew that was forbidden unless explicitly instructed.
"It did, by the way I won the bet" "Quite a little shit eater aren't you?" Master pushed my head back. "Is that true, did Tim here get you eating his shit?" My face went red with shame, as the humiliation of the previous evening was recounted. "Yes Master" "Good to know, I hope you didn't get to like it too much as I certainly won't be doing with you".
He let go of my head and pushed it back into his groin. A tear of relief fell from my eye. "Of course if the money is right, I may hire you out now and again" I made an attempt to block that from my mind, but knew that I had reached the stage where Master was in control and 24 would have to agree to what ever he decided.
I heard a door open and shut. "Ok, it's just us now. I think you deserve a treat" Master pushed my head back slightly and undid the belt on his trousers, and after what seemed like an age brought out his dick. Holding the shaft he traced the tip around my face, leaving a film of his premium as he did, almost recreating Tim's application of shit the evening before. "What you waiting for?" Getting licking, my tongue worked it way round absorbing the sticky liquid.
My tongue was hanging out waiting for more."Hmm I do't know if you have earned it" Master said, his stern face breaking into a smile,, he pulled back the foreskin, "get going then" I have no idea how long it lasted a minute, and hour, or all day, I was in heaven as Master's scent and taste took over my nostrils. I fought the temptation to go so quickly that he'd come before I had got into my stride, and went at a leisurely pace. I must have judged it right as he didn't even instruct me to increase my speed once. Instead all I heard were "Well done" "Good boy" "Take it all in " A shiver went through my spine whenever his hand went through the hair that had returned to my head. I only knew he was ready to come when he grabbed both of my ears and pulled my head deeper onto his shirt, my nose deep in his public hair. I moved my tong along the base of the shaft, I closed my eyes and tried to judge from his breath when it would happen. Suddenly my mouth was flooded with Master's spunk. He slowly pushed me off, a stream of cum connected his piss hole to my chin. "Swallow, and then clean me up. As I licked the last bit of cum off his dick Master stood up and pulled me up by my chain. He grabbed my head and kissed me on the forehead. He put his hand in his wallet and handed me a tenner, "Go and get washed, get something to eat and then go home." Without him saying a word I knew that my journey would be on foot, and that it would be unlikely that he would be home when I got there so I'd have to wait on the doorstep. I smiled. "Yes Master, Thank You Master".
Fifteen minutes later I was in the queue in a coffee shop. It occurred to me that it had been such a long time since I had been allowed this level of independence that I wasn't totally sure what to do. I was so used to having so much of my life controlled that I was scared, and I realised I didn't want to return to that life that I had. I was so caught up in the thoughts about being Master's property that when it was my turn to place the order I called the barista Sir. At first he looked a bit shocked, but when he handed me the coffee he, gave a sly smile and said "There you go Boy" "Thank You Sir". This time it was not a look of shock but one of disdain,
I grabbed it and a cookie and left as quickly as I could my initial embarrassment replaced by a sense of pride that I was publicly embracing my status.I scoffed the cookie and downed the coffee and hurried, home. Ninety minutes later I was there. I rang the doorbell expecting nob answer, and got my self ready for a long wait.
"Hello Boy" I looked up it was Sir Michael. Dressed in a tight fitting shirt that showed off his arms. "Kyle told me that you would be waiting" "Hello Sir" He put his fingers against his lips, indicating that I was to remain silent. He took out his phone from his pocket, Master's voice came out if the speaker. "Mike is your owner for the next 48 hours. Obey him like you would me" Sir Michael raised an eyebrow. "It's been a while hasn't it?" He lifted his hand and placed his thumb against my lips, I swallowed it and began too suck. With his thumb still in my mouth he pushed me away from Master's house, so I was walking backwards along the street. After a couple of minutes my back was pushed against a car. Sir Michael opened the door "in and don't say a word" Just as Sir Michael drove off the heavens opened. The fear of what lay ahead was briefly replaced by the relief that being in the car meant I wasn't getting wet by staying wait8ing outside Master's house.
We were fifteen minutes into the journey. Which was done in total silence I was excited at what lay ahead but also apprehensive. I knew what Sir Michael was capable of, but I had no real idea how far he would push my limits. Suddenly the silence was broken"I trust you are going to behave.I don't want to punish you any more than I need too' Forgetting that he had instructed me to not say a word I responded with " I will try and do my best Sir|"
"You have failed already, I told you not to say the word. And trying is t is not good enough. You will do your best, and more. Understand?" I nodded. Looking in there rear view mirror I saw a smile cross his face as his hand reached over and squeezed my dick
"We're here, get out" The rain had just stopped I got out of the car and without thinking i got in a kneeling position. This was despite the fact that Sir Michael had parked right next to a huge muddy puddle. When he came round to the passenger side of the car he stepped into the puddle, a splash of water washed over the leather. "Lick it" As I moved closer to the boot Sir Michael taped it causing a splash of water to hit me in the face. The only way I could get close to the boot whilst maintaining some balance was to place my arms in the water, my work suit was not just wet from the rain but filthy from the mud. I began to lick. I had only managed three or four licks when Sir Michael slipped his boot from under my face. I remained where I was waiting for an order to get back up. Instead I found my head being forced into the puddle as he boot pressed against the back of my skull. "Drink up" I spluttered as I was face down in the water. "If you want any of my piss tonight you better get slurping.
Eventually I was allowed in Sir Micheal's flat. I had been standing in his hall way for the last half hours starting two shiver as the rain and mud soaked clothes began to cling to my body, I could feel the mud from the puddle dry on my face. He was having a shower, I imagined watching him massage the soap into his muscular body as the hot water fell against it.
I watched as he left the bathroom, his meaty arse on full view, and walked to his what I assumed was his bedroom. "Strip, and get into that shower, and stay in until I call you out" "Yes Sir": It was a relief to get out of the clothes, although they were soaked through I folded them neatly, and headed into the bathroom. The water was flowing in the shower, but the lack of steam was an immediate giveaway. I wasn't going to have the pleasure of hot water. I screamed as the cold water hit my chest. But the need to get clean was paramount. "Are you clean yet?" "Yes Sir" It was another five minutes before I was given permission to turn off the shower and join him.
There was no towel so the water was dripping off me as I left the bathroom. Sir Michael was standing almost immediately outside. He had changed into leather. The short sleeves of his shirt were straining against the muscles in his folded arms. He was hiding something in his right hand that he was tapping against the left arm.
"I specifically instructed you not to say a word when you got in the car. You have broken that instruction three times. Four times too many. yes four, that scream in the shower counts." YesHe unfolded his arms. He lifted the object in his hand it was a mouth clamp. "If you can't keep your mouth closed when ordered I'm going to make sure it stays open." He pulled my head back as he attached it. "Is that uncomfortable? You can answer, it better be a Yes" I didn't have to lie and did my best to say so. "I didn't understand a word."
I'm not finished by the way. Follow me. I shuffled after Sir Michael as he went into his living room He picked up something from his bookcase. He lifted it up and I heard a tearing sound. It was a roll of yellow gaffer tape. He walked towards me spat into my open mouth and placed the unrolled portion over my open mouth, and proceeded to unroll it round my lower jaw. "Thats better I can have a cigar without being interrupted by slave gibberish"
"You like these don't you? Watching me smoke and enjoy smoking it. Deep down you want to debase yourself and just kneel there open mouth waiting for the ash, debasing yourself. How does it feel knowing that you are not even good enough for that?"
"I can't hear you. By the way I'm giving you permission to speak now" I knew it was totally incomprehensible but I told Sir Michael that I was desperate to act as his ashtray slave eating it, inhaling his smoke, licking his leather, tasting his tobacco infused spit.
"I'm guessing that's a yes. Let's have a deal if you can convince me how desperate you are to eat this ash, then I may relent and give you a taste. But I'm not going to make it easy for you. Put your hands behind your back."
I obeyed and he almost immediately cuffed them.
He then went and sat on his sofa. Rolled the cigar in his fingers, and sniffed it. "Smells great" "You need to convince me how much you want to be this, " he said lifting his ashtray. When I click my fingers you can begin. I'm planning on having at least two of these, so you can take your time. I had no idea how long it would take for that click to come but as the sound of the lighter being ignited hot my ears I knew the wait would feel like a life time