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"I'm ready. Are you?" "Yeah" Sir Phil and his friend were having a conversation
"Ready Boys?" Sir Phil shouted as he entered his kitchen, He had been asked by Master to look after me as he had to go away for a month, he had some business to attend to in America.
Master said he didn't want to ruin Boy the dog's routine by bring him back to London, so Boy the slave was sent up to stay with Sir Phil in the midlands. Sir Phil rarely made any attempt to distinguish between dog or slave when addressing us, when he did it was by the addition of good and lovely to the word Boy, adjectives that he used only when addressing the dog. Lovely Boy, Handsome Boy, were certainly not for me.
I was just finishing eating my breakfast, Sir's left overs form the night before, although I had attacked the bowl with relish It was out off hunger and a fear of the punishment that would result if I didn't clean the bowl. And Sir Phil liked to dish out punishments, even more so than Master. Whereas Master would beat me as a way of installing obedience and submission, Sir Phil would do so for the slightest infraction. He was he would admit a sadist, and he enjoyed inflicting pain on me.
A smack, here, a kick there, a tweaked nipple, barely an hour went by without some minor misdeed being pointed out , a misdeed that required punishment. Each night I was allowed to stand and examine myself in the mirror, and look at each bruise. Sir Phil would post to one and ask me to explain its origin. When I didn't swallow all of his piss, when I left some food at the bottom of the bowl, when I started eating before Boy the Dog, when I coughed when he blew smoke in my face, when I didn't cough when he blew smoke in my face, when I shouted when the belt hit me too hard. Each one of them a reminder of his control over me, and how lucky I was that eventually Master would collect me and take me home.
"Boy, say hello to Andy" I looked up and crawled over and kissed Andy's boots. This was the second time that I had met him, the previous weekend Sir Phil had left me with him in his local leather bar. He was almost as sadistic as Sir Phil, and had as a result left three burn marks on my arms as he finished off his cigars. "Well done Boy, give them a good clean. The soles as well" He lifted his leg allowing just about enough space for me to lie down before he lowered it again onto my face."
"It's a shame that I told it too get dressed, otherwise you'd have seen his excuse for a dick leaking. It really enjoys that that position. Don't you Boy" I grunted, my tongue moving along the rough surface of Andy's boot. "It's the last thing it did for its Master before coming here. That was a great party wasn't it Boy?"
As Andy moved his foot so the heel was in the right position to be worshipped I thought back to the night of the Birthday Party. I had been instructed to cook a meal for Master and five of his friend, Sir Mike, Sir Phil ,Masters Jan and Thomas and Sir Damon. They were celebrating a birthday. Master and bought a big cake especially for the occasion. My role was to cook the starters and main course. I'd got up early that morning to start the preparation, it was an odd sensation being allowed to be on both feet all day even in Master's presence. I was not however allowed to taste the food and a ball gag was secured to ensure that was the case. Thankfully every hour or so Master came to give me some respite. On a couple of occasions he used the build up of saliva as a lubricant as he forced me down on to his hard dick. On other occasion I was allowed to empty the saliva into a glass, a glass that got fuller as the day wore on. Finally the meal was ready, all that was needed was for it to be plated up and served.
His guests were all ready, from now on I was prohibited from standing, and only allowed to talk if answering a question and was expected to serve each of his guests as they required. Master Jan was already a quarter through a cigar. "Just in time" he said removing it from his clenched jaw , I crawled over and spend my mouth. The heat made me wince. Prohibited from saying thank you I grunted. I remained in a kneeling position, my eyes looking round ready for my next opportunity to demonstrate how good a slave I was to Master.
Finally it was time to eat. Master asked his guest to sit, as they did he brought in the food, he disappeared briefly returning with my dog bowl. It was empty. "Behave and you will eat "He placed it on the floor beside him. The six men started to eat, each one of them had a riding crop, as the meal progressed one of them would tap his boot and I'd start to worship it. My hunger was distracted by the taste of boot leather. In my mind each boot was a feast, and I was determined to not leave a scrap uneaten.
My concentration was such that it took a while to notice that my balls were being played with as I ate. An unattended boot was continuously playing with them . "Nub boy, tint dick, better locked away, does it even need it anymore" These phrases entered my subconscious and as I continued to worship I became increasingly happy that Master had locked me up.
"Gentlemen, time to retire and relax in the living room." Master's voice broke my concentration.
"And you, you can now eat." He clicked his finger making it clear I was to come from under the table. The bowl was now half full. Half full of semi chewed food. "We all thought you did a good job, so we've all contributed. On top of the food a sprinkling of cigar ash."Want to taste" I nodded, not yet though there's one more thing. Did you think I'd forgotten this?" It was the glass full of my saliva, he poured it over the food. "Now eat , and when the bowl in empty come in and you can start serving again'
I was used to slop by now, I'd not had to properly chew food in weeks, as Master either fed me porridge, rice or something that he'd put through a blender. He was always at pains though to make sure that it was nutritious. That night then was a novelty as there was still a semblance of firm food that needed chewing. Although I was on all fours and my face was in the middle of the bowl I almost felt as if I was normal. I could hear laughter from the living room, interrupted my Master shouting. "Oi slave when you've finished bring in some plates , there's a cake here that need eating. and a knife too"
I swallowed my last mouthful. Master's instructions meant I was able to briefly stand up. I and wash my face, and then holding the plates and knife I shuffled to the living room on my knees.
Master and his guest were now drinking wine and the air was full of cigar smoke. I placed the plates down and crawled over to Master . There was a large amount of ash on his cigar I opened my mouth and waited. He spat in it and then place the cigar back in his mouth. "Not yet slave" He then clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor. I got down on all fours, his boots with quickly resting on my back. "He turned up hoping to be my dog walker, and now look at it a slave, that does what it's told and nothing else. A slave a brainless slave. Aren't you slave? It barely speaks now"
"Cake time" Master announced. He sliced some and handed round and then he held a piece in his hand"Eat " I moved down and ate it from Master's hand. I looked up and I saw him smile at me"Good Boy. Do you like that" I nodded. "Want some more?'"Jan, do you want to do the honours" Jan stood up and placed the remaining cake on the floor, his heavy bike boot trod onto it, he sat back down and placed his foot on a coffee table. "Go on then eat"
The cake was now ingrained within the trades os Master Jan's boot, the cream , jam and sponge.
He reached over and yanked me by my steel collar, spitting in my face "Come on then get started " I obeyed the younger man, who looked at me malevolently as I licked the soles of his boot. As I did the conversation between the men continued.
"So whose Birthday is this then." Sir Damon asked "It's none of ours, and yours was last month , and we have already celebrated that"Master laughed.
"Ah don't you know. It's Peter's his 53rd."
"Who?"
"You know Peter. You know him very well. Admittedly he's no longer called thatHasn't been for over a year now. He probably doesn't actually doesn't even remember being called that"
Master held me firmly by the head and turned it towards him. "Do you remember Peter? Speak. Peter Sir? I'm Boy Sir"
You see gentlemen I go to the trouble of buying it a cake and it doesn't even appreciate it, Why do I bother?
"Other boot Slave" My daydream was interrupted as Andy ordered me to pay attention to his other boot. That party was the last time I had even viably thought of myself as Peter, That life was no more, my name was now Boy. Andy ground his foot into my face, and I was a slave.
"I told you it liked licking boot, see how its grInding the air. Its locked nub being for release. That's enough . Time for us to go. Boy get up were going out. "