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It was at least a fortnight since I had returned. I was kneeling at the foot of the stairs, I had been there for the last two hours . Master had set an alarm that would ensure that I was awake at 5 every morning, so I would have plenty of time to get his breakfast stuff ready and then take my position so I could contemplate what was to come, during the rest of the day. The cold hard tiles under my knees never ceased to be uncomfortable, but Master had made it clear that whilst he was in the house unless I was undertaking a chore that required me to stand such as cooking, or cleaning I was to remain kneeling , or be on all four or flat on the ground.
Master was upstairs I could hear him moving around the bathroom. I'd not been there since the first day of my return, Twice daily cold showers were sufficient, Even when he was that he had spotted my potential when I came to see him about the job as a dog walker. How lucky I was that he took on the role of Master when I realised that my destiny was to be a slave.
In between my teeth I had a riding crop I was ready for my daily punishment. Fifty whacks of the crop on my bare butt , possibly more if Master wanted to make me cry. Yesterday we reached sixty and he only stopped when he made me through my tears beg him for continue.
A creak of the floorboards indicated that he was about to come down stairs., I composed my self Keeling, straight back, head bowed, As he placed his hand under my face I opened my mouth and the crop fell into it. I then turned round, and fell into a kowtowing position, my arse presented to him ready for the first whack. "How many today Boy?" This was unusual as although it seemed I was given a choice it wasn't too low, he'd exceed it, too high and he'd take pleasure in meeting it. My mouth suddenly blurted out the first number that came out of it "70 Master" A number that was so high that I wondered if I would actually cope with such a beating.
"With pleasure Boy" the final syllable coincided with the first contact with my left butt cheek It was a relief that all seventy were administered quickly, without any lingering. "Ok Boy I need a piss" After swallowing his morning nectar I was ordered and wait as he went to eat his breakfast. If I was lucky I'd be allowed his left overs.
Master had left me in the house for the last few days as he went to the office. I wasn't alone however as he was having some work done on the house. He explained the beneficial situation, I was supervised, the workmen were supervised" It also meant that I could get a stretch and stand. It was unlikely that the workmen were gay but they seemed to be quite accepting of Master's living arrangement, even more so when they were told that they could make use of me any time as long as they followed Master's limits.
The doorbell rang. Master walked to answer.
"Slave come on don't let these gentlemen wait all day" At the door was the man who from now until 5 I would call Boss, and his mate. I was never told his name, as almost all orders came from Boss. Between now and 5 the only words I would probably say would be Yes, No Thank You and Boss. All other conversations were in Polish, but I had become used to not understanding a lot of stuff whilst under the charge of Jan and Thomas, so this was not unnatural, I wondered at times if they were actually speaking English but I was just stupid to understand.
I spent most of the time in the kitchen ,either tidying up, getting dinner ready or playing with one of Master's larger dildos, which I used to extend my gag reflex, although Master loved it when I chocked and spluttered he did occasionally express concern that I wasn't able to take his full cook in my mouth for as long as he liked before I began to choke, I was determined to improve as a slave so this was one way of achieving that. However Boss and his mate would occasionally come in, sometime to laugh at me , and throw some Polish insult ion my direction, or come in with their dick hanging out, "suck" "piss" "fuck" Only one word but they were easy to understand and I would react appropriately. Boss's dick was short but had a substantial girth and both sucking and fucking was difficult at first. HIs mate had a longer thinner cock which seemed easier to deal with a fleshy overlong foreskin.
I had just spent ten minutes sucking the dildo when they both walked in. Towering over me "fuck" said the mate whilst Boss said Suck. This was the first time that I was going to be used at the same time.I nodded,"But not here" and crawled out of the kitchen and headed towards Master's dungeon.
Their faces when they entered indicated that they had no idea what actually took place, I waited as they has a look around , lifting the floggers, paddles and dildos. It was a good ten minutes before they realised why they were down there. I was leant over one of Master's benches and waited. Eventually I was facing Mate's dick. I watched as he wanked himself pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, I was waiting for him to step closer, and licked my lips in anticipation.
However it was only when Boss entered me with little ceremony and started to fuck that I was finally allowed to start sucking. It must have only lasted ten minutes or so, but it was clear that the two men enjoyed exploring my status. My back was covered by flecks of spit , spit which accompanied monosyllabic grunts of "slave pig faggot dog" These would have once have been insulted, now I accepted them as true.
Finally they finished, I remained on the fuck bench waiting for them to leave, it would only take a couple of minutes for them to be back at work, when a shooting pain went through my arse cheeks. One of them I don't know who had just hit me with one of Master's canes. Finally I was alone. I took opportunity to rest before returning upstairs, ready to serve them as and when they demanded. I served as their urinal two more time, before Mate came in his dick already hard and hanging out of his overalls. As he approached was wanking, he didn't even have to say what he wanted, I crawled over, and held it in my hand, sniffing the head, I smiled and said Suck, and took it in my mouth.
I was trying to wipe his cum from my eye when Master came home. "Had fun men?" Mate nodded, as Boss responded with a definite yes. "It's been a good fag" Master laughed as he spat in my face adding to the cum which was still semi blinding me. I responded by bending down and licking his shoes.
As the front door slammed we were left alone, "Ok Boy, know what day it is?" He lifted me back on my knees. It was clearly rhetorical I had lost all real track of time. I could tell after some thought if something happened yesterday or the day before, but anything else was just guess work. The fact Master had been at the office made me tonight it was a week day but I couldn't say which.
It's Friday, and we are going out. I want London to see how far you have, what's the word, developed, progressed, regressed, I know let's use fallen. I want people to see that you were not just playing at being a slave when you were last there with me, that your submissiveness, you surrender to my control is genuine. That you have embraced the fact that you will never be considered a man again. Do you feel the same"
Hearing Master vocalise my position properly for the some time sent shivers down my spine. I felt a tear run down my face, as I hugged his leg "Yes Master, that will be good" "Now go and decide how you will be punished tonight".
As I knelt on the kitchen floor next to Master, a half eaten bowl of cold left over pasta infant of me his leather covered calves next to me I contemplated what the night would bring. I was recovering from ten minutes of spanking. I had chosen that as it gave me the opportunity to be physically close to Master not only as I leant against him, but as his hand and my butt cheeks collided. I was about to take another mouthful when my collar was tugged and my head was guided into the gab between his thighs. Master unzipped and pulled out his flaccid dick. "Make me hard Boy but don't you dare make me cum." He ruffled my hair, as I started to lick. As he groaned "good faggot" was just about audible.