Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 22:09:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Wanted Dogwalker c 13 It was almost midnight before I got into bed. I was spending more of my time with Mr Stephens. At the back of my mind I had a niggling guilt, but there never seemed to be the right time to express my concerns, that I was taking up too much of his time. The lights should be off by now and I should be asleep, but as I was dressing to leave, Mr Stephens told me that I wasn't needed tomorrow morning or indeed in the office. He was taking the day off, and was going to have a well deserved lie in, as a consequence so could I. I was however required to be ready to respond to any text or email that came through before he evening walk. "Did you enjoy your treat?" "Yes Mr Stephens I replied back, the taste of his cum was lingering in my mouth, I hadn't brushed my teeth I was so keen to keep it. "There'll be more of that if you continue to improve" Yes Mr Stephens I said to myself. I was looking forward to it. I was woken by the front door closing, and exactly two minutes later the door to the entrance to the block slammed. My flatmate was leaving work for the day. We were however barely flatmates these days, we had hardly seen each other, and spoken to each other less. When we did it consisted of me batting away questions about my mystery boyfriend. I had given up trying to explain that Mr Stephens was not my boyfriend, but my employer. I stayed in bed taking advantage of the fact that I had been allowed a day off. When a text came through; "In bed?" "Yes, Mr Stephens" "I thought you would be, as bad as Boy, he's still snoring in the kitchen. You have fifteen minutes to shower, and get dressed" "Remember I want proof, stay hydrated, and sit down when pissing" There was no time to waste in making sure that the shower was hot, I jumped in and with still cold water cleaned myself, brushed my teeth, wishing I could still taste Mr Stephens cum, and put on my clothes. There had been no indication of what he expected me to wear but as I had to send proof , it had to be work clothes. The tight shirt collar and tie around my neck giving me the security that I needed, With seconds to spare I sent a photo. It was approaching 11 am, I was hungry, but thankfully that I was allowed to drink. I regretted the fact that I had had my fourth cup of coffee. Something that I needed to keep me awake as I was now surviving on a maximum of five hours sleep a night. I was sitting down and having piss when the phone went. It was a Facetime call. I couldn't not accept it as that was disrespectful, but felt embarrassed that I was in this position when speaking to him "Hello there" "Hello Mr Stephens" "Having a piss? How funny Boy is too, aren't you Boy" "No Boy don't put your nose in it" "Have you checked your emails?" "No Mr Stephens"" Well, do. Your friend Steve has asked if you are going to Backstreet tonight, reply and tell him Yes, I fancy a night out , out East." "Yes Mr Stephens" "But first you need to head out and get me some cigars" "Nice expensive ones" "I'll send you the details , let me know when you reach Charring Cross"" He hung up. I immediately checked my emails. There it was an email from two days ago from Steve to me and others asking if we were up for going out to celebrate his birthday, I sent a quick Yes, and said I was looking forward to catching up. Email sent , next to head to town. Once at my destination I advised Mr Stephens. I was given the address of the shop and informed that I had to buy twenty cigars. "You'd better get me the best available ones. I had long been a fan of cigar smokers, but was clueless about purchasing them so I hoped that I would get what something that pleased Mr Stephens. I entered the shop, it was dark and the smell of tobacco as soon as it hit my nostrils made me look forward to the next time I was in the company of cigar smoking men, inhaling the smoke.."Can I help you Sir" the shop was empty except for two men behind the counter. One older mid fifties dressed in tweeds a thick moustache and a receding hairline, the other younger mediterranean looking early thirties and a well groomed beard "I'm here to get cigars for a friend? "Anything in particular Sir?' asked the younger man. The use of Sir was unnerving, I had never felt comfortable being called that, but the events of the last month and more had made it seem an even less appropriate form of address. "I don't know, the best " "I see Sir, country, length, thickness?" I apologised and admitted my utter naivety when it came to buying cigars, it was twenty years since I'd bought a pack of cigarettes is cigars were a total mystery" "Let's see, Cuban?"suggested the older one, the absence of Sir was immediately noticeable , and the toned changed from one of high end customer service, to one which was verging on interrogation. I nodded "Lengths?" I blurted out a random figure "I think" "Ok and gauge, how thick? " I must have looked blank " You see there are a number of different gauges , each one fills and feels differently in the mouth, what does your friend usually have" "I still looked blank. Sorry I just wanted to treat Mr Stephens" "I know what to do, bear with me" "He walked to the shop door, pulled down the blind, and locked the door, " Follow me." He and the younger man exchanged smiles. I followed the two of them to the back of the shop. "Here's the range of cigars we have, long, short, slim , thick. something for every taste" So have you made a decision? The two men grabbed a cigar, the older one picked a thicker age, the younger picked one that was longer but slimmer. They placed them in their mouth and then lit them. It wasn't long before smoke was being blown in my face. "Ok we have an unorthodox way of dealing with indecision don't we Luis?"" yes James" "Please sit down ? I was guided to allow stool , both men were now towering above me, in near synchronicity they loosened their belt and pulled their dicks. "This should help you decide on both length and thickness. The dicks almost matched the cougars that were hanging out of the opposite numbers mouth. James the older man was definitely the longer one, Luis's was marginally shorter but thicker. What was obvious that they were not fully erect yet, and would both get bigger. They moved closer, the smell of fresh cigar smoke hung over me, but a more ingrained aroma came from their public hair. "Decisions decisions." said Luis There was only one thing I could do, I took both into my mouth at the same time That will be £600 please. I handed over my credit card pleased that I had finally reached a decision on what to get Mr Stephens. 10 long, 10 thick. I hoped that he would be pleased. Asas I pi my card away I saw splashes of fresh spunk over my jacket. James smiled, "Leave it, think of it as proof to Kyle regarding all the hard work you put into this." "Kyle?" "Oh yes we were expecting you, Kyle is one of our best customers , he's very particular about what he smokes" As I was walking back to Oxford Circus I had a text. "I understand you chose well, perhaps I'll pay for your dry-cleaning as a reward" "Now go home and eat, and await my instructions" I looked at the time it was approaching 3pm. I had spent almost two hours buying cigars, and wished my other days off had been as productive.