Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2016 02:35:17 +0000 (UTC) From: gringoatee Subject: Barefoot Scrub Slave 3 A continuing true story from my past involving bondage and discipline. Feedback to gringogoatee@yahoo.com. Remember to contribute to Nifty. They provide a great service to those who want to get their rocks off! Sir Roy had put me in the default position. Ankles and toes tied up tight, standing on a small painted square on the floor just in front of his chair. Sir Roy like to sit down and relax, maybe watch the game on the TV and look over at his scrub slave. Right now, I'd been standing in the square for about thirty minutes, and Sir Roy's big dick got hard as He watched me struggle to keep within the square. My thighs were trembling with the effort because I had to balance on the balls of my feet. The square was't big enough for the heels too. My toes were no use, of course, they were tied up tight. This was my scrub slave reward for doing a great job on the kitchen floor when I had crawled in earlier, naked and horny. Now, I was standing in my spot, dirty dishcloth tied around my waist, mouth gagged with an old smelly sock still damp with Master's sweat. Master had tossed his old jockstrap over my head head once I was in position. Master smiled as he sat comfortably and watched me, looking ridiculous with the yellowed jock covering my face. My nostrils were filled with the stink from Sir's cock and balls. Sir probably hadn't showered in a couple of days, and it made my dick hard with the thought of his saving his stink for me. I watched as Sir Roy put his hands down and scratched his crotch. Maybe he'd let me give him a thorough tongue bath later. A slave can dream! "Slave!" At that, I stood up as straight as I could and mumbled, "eff, Er?" which was as close to Yes, Sir! as the rank old sock would let me. "Crawl into the bathroom. I gotta take a piss." Master Roy ambled along on his bare feet in front of me. For once, I had on more clothes than Master. My eyes lingered over his stocky body, covered with that thick, dense hair that I love to tongue. His meaty ass paraded in front of my hungry eyes as I scrambled on hands and knees to catch up. Master stood next to the toilet and i crawled up and looked avidly at His thick cock. "Boy, stand in front of the toilet!" I quickly stood up and face the bowl. Sir Roy put a meaty paw on the back of my neck and forced my head down, down, until the top of my head touched the water. I was forced to put my hands on the ground on either side of the bowl to keep my balance. "Give the toilet water a nice slurp for me boy," Master commanded. I bent my neck awkwardly and sucked in some water. As I did so, Master let loose a heavy stream of piss on the back of my head. I could feel it run down my cheeks and splash into the bowl. The hot piss marked my close-shaven head and I could taste the diluted piss in the water. "Keep slurping, slave! You'll get it from the tap another time." As he said this, I felt the thick stream move up to my neck, and then it cascaded down my back. Soon, Master reached my ass, and the piss started to drain the other way, down my ass crack and across my twitching hole. It splattered against my balls as it fell on the tiles between my feet. "Aaah!" Master sighed, and there was a pause in the stream. I could feel Sir Roy moving behind me. "AAAAglub glub" I screamed as Master Roy shoved His dick into my asshole. There was no lube, just a bit of moisture from Master's piss. The force of his first thrusts drove my face and head under the water, and I struggled with the pain and the lack of air. I thrashed around trying to find the surface of the bowl. Master let me come up for air, choking, as He pummeled my ass with His dick. I had to hug the bowl with my arms to prevent my head from cracking the porcelain. Master was relentless. I had fantasized about our first fuck, but nothing like this, gasping for air, trying to recover from the assault and feeling the cock pounding in and out with Master's balls slapping against my own. This wasn't as I imagined it. There was just too much going on. Still, I felt my cock starting to harden just as Master gave a deep groan and an even deeper surge into my asshole. "MMMMMM! Fuck yeah, slave! Your ass is mine!" I could feel His dick jerk as it released surge after surge of cum. It was such a quick and brutal fuck that I almost missed it. Only my sore asshole testified to the act of rutting. Master pulled out His dick, still hard from the fuck but just starting to curve down. As I raised my face from the bowl—head still upside down—I saw another stream of yellow piss come out of the tip of His dick, his foreskin causing it to spatter all over my thighs and calves, and all over the bathroom floor. When Sir Roy was finished, He slapped me on the ass and said, "Lick my legs clean, slave! I need to relax after that fuck!" I turned around and knelt on the sopping tiles. I started with His thighs, and moved down the thick muscles, concentrating on the insides that had gotten most of the splash back. By the time I got to His big calves, I had to lick all around because there seemed to be rank piss everywhere. I worked my mouth down to Sir's feet and started to lap up the piss that covered His toes. I stuck my tongue in between each toe, and sucked in the smell of His toe jam. Occasionally, my tongue would hit the cold tile. "On your back, boy, now!" I hurriedly flipped myself over and opened my mouth. Sir Roy placed the sole of His foot over my mouth, and my tongue lapped at His salty skin. Master removed His foot and towered over me. I kept my tongue raised, hoping that Master would let me such on His other foot. Instead, He chuckled and looked down at my pleading face. "You've done a good job, slave. Here's your reward." Master then started pissing into my open mouth. I swallowed the piss as it rocketed into my mouth, splashing over my cheeks and dribbling on the floor. "Tongue this piss up, boy, I've got more work for you tonight." Master strode off and went back to sit on His chair. I licked at the tile for what seemed like an hour. The piss had gone cold and it had run everywhere. I felt my tongue groove into the grout between the tiles, hoping to earn my Master's praise. When I finished, my mouth was dry and the muscles at the base of my tongue ached from stretching it out of my mouth. I crawled across the floor and got into my scrub slave position on the tiny white square. Master was already in his chair, watching the game. "Get out of here, slave! I threw your clothes out the window. You'll probably find them in the street if you hurry." I had to untie the knotted rope around my ankles, and practically ripped it from between my sore toes. What would I do if my clothes were gone? Somehow, I didn't think Master would let me in. I hobbled down the stairs, knees sore from kneeling and legs aching from the standing. Luckily, when I got down to the street, I found my pants and t-shirt in the bushes below Master's apartment. My shoes and socks were nowhere to be found, so I walked barefoot home. When I finally got home, there was a message waiting for me on my phone. It was from Master. "Don't wash your feet, slave. I want `em nice and dirty for when you visit on Saturday. And no baths! I want you rank." Saturday! That meant I had to stay dirty all week. I didn't know what Master wanted me unwashed for, but my dick was already twitching in anticipation.