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I had no idea how long I had been licking Sir Michael's boot for, its seemed like ages and whenever I felt that my mouth was too dry to continue somehow my body managed to find a reserve of spit to add to the ever increasing sheen on the leather. the tell-tale sign of his cumming had been ages ago, and I was surprised when he hadn't stopped me then,
I was just about to return to the sole of his boot when a tug on the chain brought me back on my knees, facing his groin. "I've cum twice since you were down there having fun. Now make yourself useful and clean this off."
This cock was still hard, the foreskin drawn back and the head glistening. I was initially hesitant but a growled "Now" was all I needed and I began to lounge the head removing the last trace of cum. I wondered briefly where the two loads of cum had gone, but that distraction was soon over when he moved me closer and pushed my open mouth over the entire cock head. "Suck it clean like a good Boy"
Shivers went down my back as Sir Michael ruffled my hair as he pushed my head further down along the still hard dick. In what was an almost trapped position I used my tongue to lick the base , another centimetres and the top of his balls would have been in reach. He pulled me back up allowing me to lick the almost purple tip, before pushing me back down.
He briefly relaxed his grip, and stood up, before my throat was again impaled. "A, boot licker, now what else are you good for. I know Urinal." Suddenly a gush of liquid hit the back of my throat" Spill a drop and I'll send you back to your Master without your balls"
If I could have spoken I would have told Sir Michael that I had no intention of spilling any of it.To waste any of the delicious liquid would have been sacrilege and would have thrown doubt on any claim I had of being a urinal slave. As the last drop hit my tongue Sir Michael began to slide his dick out, For a brief moment I tightened the muscle in my mouth to slow down the retreat, but quickly realised that to be used as his urinal was an honour, and that I was in danger of abusing that honour.
"Hmmm! I'll ignore that for now, but I won't forget it." I was about to respond when the bell rang. I was briefly left alone. "Thanks, come in, I think you deserve a reward for going out in this weather"
I had no idea who his guest was but his status was higher than mine I bent my head down as a sign of respect.
"Damon this is , It, this is Damon. Make him feel welcome" Without looking up I bent down to kiss his feet. Damon must have stepped in the same puddle I had knelt in some hours, I had lost track of how many, before.
"Damon here is one of you will make him very welcome. First off take care of those filthy trainers of his."
I was still looking at the floor and watched as Damon took a seat and placed his feet on a low table. I stayed where I was for a minute of so then heard Damon clear his throat. I crawled over. The treads in his trainers were full of fresh mud. I reached up and started to untie the lace.
"Fuck off, get them clean first you bastard" Such an abrupt order was oddly surprising but just as I knew that Master expected me to obey Sir Michael, I knew that Sir Michael expected me to obey Damon
I took a deep breath, and lifted his left foot and began to lick. "I'm always complains about the state of that parking area. I'd do it a lot less if I had something like you on hand to clean up whenever I needed" My mouth was full of wet earth, which I tried to swallow as quickly as possible. As I tended to his left foot, Damon rubbed the right against my body leaving streaks of mud in his wake.
"Lie down." I lowered his foot I watched as he examined the sole. "I was expecting better from what Mike told me last night. You still have half a job to complete" He lowered the foot on to my face. "Continue" My tongue returned to working through the treads , each drop of mud now falling directly down my throat, I was now passed the fresh mud stage and was swallowing caked in stuff.
"Is it taking care of you ?" "Satisfactory at best, I was expecting something better" I screamed. Sir Michael had kicked me in the groin. "Shut up, and keep licking. After all this time do you think Kyle is going to be happy knowing that you were Satisfactory, at best?" "Sorry mate, it's obviously trying one on, I know how good a job it can do."
"Perhaps I have high standards." Damon ground his foot into my face, flattening my nose. The conversation taking place above me, was about me, yet I knew that I was not required to contribute. I just had to take note and make sure that I adopted my behaviour appropriately.
Damon removed his foot from my face, and stood up, I had no tome to react before he was standing on my chest, and started to rub his feet against it. "That's where I went wrong, it's perfect as a door mat"
He stepped off me, and sat down. "Come on, don't leave my guest unattended, get up and start paying him attention"
I got up on my knees, Damon was already hard, and alternately looked at me, and his dick. I started to approach when he grabbed my chain and yanked me towards him "This better be better than Satisfactory"
I immediately began to choke. "That noise better be one of pleasure" Sir Michael; said as he pushed my head further on what I guessed was at least eight inches. He held his hand at the back of my head, when Damon grabbed both of my ears. "I'll take over from here" He pulled my head off his dick before pushing it back on. "Slick it up Boy."
"I think you have him under control" I'm going to get some dinner. "I'm starving, and I don't think It has eaten since breakfast. Am I right?" he said kicking my balls."Remember it has more than one hole" He kicked me again. I heard the door slam, it was just me and Damon.
He pushed me off his dick, slapped my left cheek then the right. He made a noise that indicated that he was clearing his throat. My instinct made me open my mouth, ready to received a mouthful of spit. He reached forward and forced it closed, before spitting directly over my face.
"Thank you Sir" "Shut it, I don't want to hear you say a word.Turn sound and show me your arsehole"
His tone was authoritative and I knew there was no way I could disobey. I turned round and lowered my self so my backside was exposed to his mercy. A hard kick. "I said show me your arsehole. I reached back and spread my cheeks.
"I'm going to have fun destroying that' I felt the sensation of spit against the open hole, as he then slid his dick which hadn't lost any of its hardness inside me, I winced and grunted as he forced himself in deeper. "Louder, each time I dig in I expect you to bark"
I have no idea how long the attack on my arse lasted but I was getting hoarse from barking each time he thrust deep inside me. "Kyle will be so pleased. He like it when it gets into dog mode. Won't he Boy? " Sir Michael had returned. "Ready to eat?" "Too right I am, that hole will need some time to recover"
"You upon and kneel":Sir Michael went into the kitchen, quickly returning, the smell of fish and chips filled the air. He handed a plate to Damon, and sat down, they began to eat. "Watch this" Sir Michael dangled a chip intro air inches from my face. I leant forward and grabbed at it with my teeth, barking as I did so.
"See it loves being a dog. Well, dog, pig, ashtray, urinal. Anything but being human, isn't that right?" I didn't even realise he was talking to me, I was concentrating on the chip he was dangling in front of me.I growled as he dropped it, quickly eating it from the floor.
Sir Michael and Damon continued to eat, my hope of another chip or a piece of fish diminished with each mouthful. "I'm Sure Kyle would agree, sounds as if it would fit into the next stage of his plan. You `d like it to wouldn't you Boy" He asked ruffling my hair. I growled in assent.
Sir Michael stood up, and taking the plate from Damon went back to the kitchen. Damon lifted his foot and began to rub it in my face, residues of mud reminded in the treads, hungry and desperate for something to fill my stomach I pulled out my tongue to capture some of it.
"Come on , time for your dinner." Sir Michael bent down, on the floor a box full of chips. He lifted on. "Eat" I moved forwardI it was stone cold, I must have made a face. "That's gratitude for you, do you want it or not? Without hesitation I reached down and lifted some chips to my mouth. "Hey what's this hands business? Eat properly"
"I've an idea" Damon said as I was about to lower myself so I could eat directly from the box. "Stay there, I'm bored of seeing it try and be a dog, let's see it be a pig again" He trod in the box squishing the chips into the ridges of the trainer. Lifting the trainer he offered it to me. Eat.