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I spent the last two hours at Master's feet. Or rather his Wescos, my tongue had explored every millimetre, and every crevice. It was starting to tire but the urge to serve and submit was strong. No words were exchanged, and at no stage did Master acknowledge my recent absence. Yet I seemed to know what to do instinctively, When he needed to use my mouth as an ashtray I opened it, I was there ready to swallow his spit, when I sensed he needed a foot rest I moved into position, his heavy heels digging into my back. Finally he spoke. "It's time for my bed"
He placed the final inch of his cigar in the palm of his gloved hand and ground it, " I moved towards it and began to chew it"
He stood up," follow me." He led me to the kitchen "Notice something" I looked round and was unsure after so many weeks away I was still trying to reacquaint myself. "Think back , why did you come here for Beth first time?" "Boy?" I said hesitantly. "Yes, Boy. I had to be out of London regularly over the last few weeks and may have to again in future, so Boy has finally moved permanently with my ex." I looked at Master briefly trying to work out what he had said. I was sad as I liked taking Boy for walks, although I was occasionally envious of his close relationship with Master.
"Of course that means I no longer need a Dog walker. Which is why I took you on. So. "
Although the time I had spent away with Jan and Thomas has reduced my ability to understand many if their more intellectual conversation I knew that So was important. It hung in the air . "So now that I no longer have a dog do I need someone to walk it? No I don't,"
It was difficult to read Master face.
"But I do need a boot licker, a urinal, a spittoon ashtray and pain pig, and it looks as if I have one."
I burst into tears and in relief I bent down and kissed his boot."Good Boy" he said. "now open wide I need a piss" He emptied his bladder then left me in the kitchen, only briefly reappearing to throw a sock at me which I grabbed and inhaled, reacquainting myself with Master's smell.
"Come on Boy Breakfast" Master stood above me, he had obviously been out to the gym, in his hand he held a takeaway coffee cup and a paper bag. He sat down, and took a mouthful of coffee. "If I remember right you like these" He reached into the bag , and the dropped something on to the floor, It was a piece of croissant. I ate it as quickly as I could. "Thank you Master" He rubbed my head "Good Boy" I growled in contentment.
Master stood up and dropped his shorts. Underneath a jockstrap, it must have been white at some stage but was now stained. My eyes must have betrayed my feelings as he grabbed me by the collar and forced my face into the musky material. "I've been wearing this to the gym since you've been away. Do you like it Boy" "Yes Master" Without being instructed I began to sniff and lick the material. "As enthusiastic as ever" As I did I felt his dick harden. I looked up, he looked down and dropped a bead of spit onto the jock."Go ahead Boy. Suck me."
Although I had over the last few months sucked off my temporary owners, the moment I has Master's dick in my mouth I knew that this is the only one that I really wanted to serve. Yet I was unsure what I was meant to do. "Come on Boy don't you want it?" Tears fell down my face as I nodded and began to lick the head. Master gently pushed my head down the length and after a minute or so moved his hand as I got back into the rhythm. If I became too enthusiastic, and began to gag Master slowed me down. "No need to rush Boy" Eventually though my reward came and for the first time in ages I tasted Master's cum.
"Looks as if I'm not the only one who came" I looked down, my hand was sticky with my own cum. I had been absent mindedly winking as I worshipped Master's dick. I felt my lower lip wobble knowing that as a slave touching my own dick without permission was forbidden.
Master laughed, "Well I suppose its my own fault I gave instructions that you were to wank yourself at regular intervals with Jan and Thomas, you just went a step too far. "Sorry Master " Before I could say another word he placed his finger against my lip. "Ok you have two options, I can give you twenty whacks of the belt or you get locked up until I decide otherwise. I'll give you ten minutes to think about which one you want"
Without thinking I said "Both" "Are you sure" "Yes Master, I deserve the punishment" I was unsure which one I was referring to the beating or the chastity.
"You know you will never get to touch that cock again if I do, you'll come regularly, I guarantee it but not by your own hand" "Yes Master" He bent down and lifted my still sticky hand, and licked off my cum. "I think you'll find mine tastes much better, Now do and shower" I began to move towards to shower next to the utility room. "No upstairs, and make sure that you get rid of all that hair too"
I was drying myself off, the clean fluffy towels felt good on my skin, I wondered if this would be a regular feature now that I returned, or just a kind gesture from Master as we became reacquainted. I looked down at my dick, the lack of hair if anything made it look smaller and pathetic. It reminded me why I had hated the forced wanking session over the last few weeks.
"Boy?" I stopped thinking and rushed downstairs to Master. He was sitting in his arm chair, and had changed into his full leathers and was already smoking a cigar I realised I was still standing, and knelt with my head bowed.He held out his hand his thumb bent slightly I took it in his mouth and allowed myself to be pulled in closer towards him. He slowly removed the thumb as I was pressed into his groin, the smell of leather, and cigar smoke. Whimpering that I relaxed as he pressed my head in further. "Like that Boy" "Yes Master"
He pushed me away and blew some cigar smoke into my face. "Of course you do, now let's sort you out. Stand" I stood , it kind of felt wrong that I was standing in his presence as he sat. He held by balls in his hand playing with them, he gave them a hard squeeze. My dick got hard as he did, he then took me by surprise as he moved forward and took it in his mouth. I felt his tongue play with the head and massage my piss hole. I was scared that I would come again. He gently withdrew as he did he took my foreskin in his teeth and stretched it. Nibbling as he did. I squealed as he bit down.
"Enough of that. Time to lock it away. But before I do ask me so I know it's what you want"
"Please lock me up Master" "Is that it?" "Nothing else, I might say no, if I don't think you are serious" He removed the cigar from his mouth and held it an inch from my dick. "Please Master, it's pathetic, I don't like playing with it , I just need it to be locked away. Please Master" "Small and pathetic, would you say""Yes Master" "Ugly and worthless" "Yes Master"
As he spoke Master pulled my balls and through a steel rind, then my dick. "Pathetic, worthless, ugly, unless, not really a dick at all" "Yes Master" "In which case, let 's his it any" As he finished that sentence the lick on the padlock rang in my ears. " Master place the cigar back in his mouth and sat back in his chair, I fell to my knees, and placed my head against his leg, "He rubbed my head "Good slave, Good Boy" I whimpered as he did so. "Are you ready for the belt Boy. Now that you are locked I think we should double up lets go for 40 whacks shall we?