Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2021 21:18:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Terms and conditions c 88 Remember if you like Niftys stories please donate http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks for the feedback, always appreciated. Sleep well? Boss asked as I was cleaning out Gunter's arse after his morning fuck. Gunter's arse cheeks muffled my assent. In reality it was rare for me to sleep well. When my schedule allowed me I was still woken through the night , at the mercy of my Owners' bladders. Owners plural, Boss's slave he may be, but I was as much his property as Boss's and I was still expected to swallow Gunter's piss with gusto Good, replied Boss. You won't have the same creature comforts for a while Make sure you clean that arse out , take your time you won't be travelling across the city to be at a building site today. I've got another crew of workmen to take charge of you. This would be the third crew I'd be working for. Boss has resumed my Tuesday and Wednesday with the workmen. A new crew of four younger and fitter and this time German. Rather than be left alone in whichever house they were working on, left alone , with my holes made available to unknown strangers. This time one of them would take me home. After a hard day of manual labour, I would be blindfolded, whilst they would decide between them who would take me home for the night. I'd been working for them for the last six weeks, and for three successive weeks I'd been "won" by the youngest of the four. The youngest and most sadistic. It took at least 24 hours to recover after serving him, as well as the now almost expected tradition of cleaning a day's grime off the surface of his boots, he administered thirty hard whacks of a cane before ushering me into a cage that he had constructed under the kitchen table. It had been constructed in such a way I could only fit in my crouching , my arse implaled an a ten inch butt plug, and my head sticking out of a space in the bars. A funnel gag was attached and for the next three hours I would be made to drink copious amounts of coke and red bull. I like my slaves awake and alert. He informed me. Ready to serve at a moment's notice. I would then have to watch as he sat down and watched some porn on his laptop and slowly stroked his dick. When he was ready to come he picked up a blindfold and spunked into it. This was put on me, plunging me into darkness, the sticky dampness from his cum coating my now covered eyelids. A final check to ensure that the buttplug was secure was I assumed left alone. The silence indicated as such. The amount of caffeine in my system meant that although I was tired, I was too wired to sleep. That first night I had been there for god knows how long my knees were stiff and my hole sore . I heard footsteps followed by the sudden gush of acrid urine. Toilets don't sleep I heard him say, which explained the heavy caffeine dose I'd received. The first night I was only used once, but by the last visit I noticed he was drinking more throughout the evening, so was making more use of me, to the extent that each visit was followed up by more coke. Being told that I was not being dispatched to this particular crew again came as a relief, but I already feared what Boss had planned for me. The buzzer to the apartment went. Boss left me as I completed the work of cleaning the mix of cum and lube from Gunter's hole. Crawl out on your front when you've finished. Gunter turned onto his back, and forced my head further into the crack, the muskiness of both him and Boss was as intoxicating as ever. It must be clean by now? Boss shouted. Gunter pushed me off him, and the bed. I reorientated myself and dragged myself towards Boss's voice. A number of voices lay ahead of me. When I got near as well as Boss's bare feet, there were half a dozen pairs of dirty dusty boots. I crawled closer, and watched as a ball of spit hit a heavy steel toe cap. What you waiting for Boss snapped, that may be your breakfast unless you shape up I approached the Boot and began to lick. Wide long licks, absorbing the dirt and dust into my mouth. My eyes fixed on the heavy steel toe cap covered by what was one of my life sources. Leather, As I worshipped I felt a boot part open my butt cheeks , another toe cap rubbing against my hole, and pressing down hard on my dick . I'm surprised how tight that still is , I heard a voice say. I'll leave it to its next owner to open it up, I heard Boss say. If there is one. Fear and relief flooded my thoughts, I knew that as property Boss could sell me on as he wished, The money he had paid Master for me had been recouped, so even a single euro would now be a profit. Fear of what the future would bring, relief that it wasn't going to happen just yet. Oi cunt, lick. Another ball of spit fell this time on the floor ahead of me. My fears of being sold had distracted me from the most important task at that time cleaning the boot. That's enough, otherwise you'll never get any work done. Said Boss. The voices above were a mix of assent and grumbling. Boss attached a lead to my collar and handed it to one of the workmen. I looked up and he was about 5 ft 10. Red hair, in green overalls. A large round face, with a trace of a smile, he was also fatter than the others. He turned round briefly and I was mesmerised by the way that the overalls covered his arse cheeks. Each of them half as big as my head. I'll meet you downstairs. Boss said. He looked down at me and said I'll explain everything shortly. I realised I was still naked, and began to wonder what lay ahead for the day. Collared and leashed the workmen took me down in the lift , on my knees I looked closely at how the redheads, belly was pushing against the material of his overall, I was then suddenly dragged back to the present with a yank to the collar, Come on Fucker We were on the ground floor, I was led out of the lift, but we didn't go too far. We were still in the apartment blocks communal entrance.The handle of the lead that was still attached to my collar was secured to the handle of a door. Wait there. Silently. He moved forward and rubbed his groin into my face, a sweaty musky smell. I was intoxicated. He tightened his grip and I saw the outline of his dick under the overall, I took a risk and began to tongue it. Even through the rough material I could almost taste the thick cock head. He released his grip but I was still at eye level with his dick. A large wet spot was soaking through If you are good, you can taste that later he said cupping his balls. He then left me alone, and I watched as the workmen brought in ladders, dust sheets and paint. An hour or so passed when Boss came down. Ok time to reveal the plan. The lead was untied from the door handle, which was then opened. Inside a small cupboard, lit by a single light bulb. Your new home. These gentlemen here have been hired to paint the hallways of the block. It's thirsty work so they will be drinking a lot of coffee, and tea. We can't have them being caught short so you will be their toilet. Constantly on call, day and night for the next week. You will be sleeping here too, so the workmen don't need to be knocking on our doors early in the morning for a piss, and Dieter is looking forward to having a urinal on hand when he comes home from clubbing without having to hold it all it before he gets to his apartment. Now get in. All this talk of pissing has made my bladder weak.