Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2021 20:54:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Wanted dog walker - chapter 19 As I knelt there he told me it was time for bed. I followed him up the stairs, unsure what to expect. He opened a drawer and threw some things on to his bed. A dull noise, followed by some clanging metal "I get nervous when strangers stay over night, who knows where they will wander to when searching for the bathroom, so this is my solution. First off, this will help remove the need to go looking for that loo. He lifted up an adult sized nappy, you can piss and shit in this to your hearts content. Then there's this, it was a length of chain with an ankle cuff. That will secure you to the floor, removing the ability to go wandering. Following his instructions lay on my back, and he slid the nappy under me. He squirted some lube and slid in a stubby butt plug. "On second thoughts I don't want you shitting just yet." The nappy was secured, and seconds later my left leg was connected via the chain to a hook in the floor. Mr Traynor briefly disappeared, when he returned he was naked. His thick dick was swinging between hie legs, his belly and chest told me that he had in the past spent a good amount of time in the gym. "Comfortable?" I was on a wooden floor with nothing to cover me, but I replied "Yes Sir" " I'll forgive your lying for now, you'll get used to it in time" "Damn I need a piss. Get back on your knees." I obeyed as he slowly played with his dick the pink head contesting the almost tanned skin of the shaft. "Open wide" My mouth enveloped the monster, and it wasn't long before I was guzzling down his piss. "I feel like my grandparents in the early seventies ,they had a pot under the bed should they be taken short in the night, you are an almost perfect replacement " He continued to empty his bladder I took note of the fact that right now I was slightly below an old chipped piss pot in his estimation. "Done, now how do you thank me?" My time with Sir had taught me that the only way to show gratitude and say thank you was to kiss his feet, this I assumed was the case with Mr Traynor. "Well done" he said picking up a glass of water " You'l need topping up later". He got into bed and turned off the light. Being in slightly from the road there was very little light from the street, so I was almost in as much darkness as I had been when in the basement. Other than being woken twice to swallow Mr Traynor's piss I slept well, however it took me some time to realise where I was. Mr Traynor was still snoring. I rose from my lying position, when I suddenly remembered that I was shackled to the floor, I got into a kneeling position, and waited. It was another thirty minutes before his alarm went off. "Thirsty?" Before I could respond "Oh I forgot, you're my urinal, it doesn't matter if you are or not" He sat at the side of the bed and then stood, His dick was huge, the largest it had been in the eighteen hours or so since I had first met him. He grabbed my head tightly and forced his dick in my throat. "Argh that's good, a nice soft mouth first thing in the morning is great" He released his grip, but his dick remained where it was. "You can let go now" I opened my mouth slightly and slid back my eyes focus on the shaft as it fully came into view. "I feel better now, and horny too" He jumped back on the bed, and began to play with his dick. I watch his foreskin peel back to expose the head. I hadn't believed it possible, but it got harder and thicker. I was expecting the call to suck, but no call came, even when I moved forward, He shuffled in his bed and pushed me back with the sole of his foot. He continued wanking, for another five minutes. I watched as it exploded over his chest. My brain told me my role was to lick it up but he seemed uninterested. He smeared it into his stomach, and then licked his hand clean. Looking at me "I don't think you have earned that yet". He got out of the bed and bending down detached me from the shackled. "Stand" I slowly got up, my leg slightly stiff. "Bathroom" I shuffled toward the bathroom, the nappy feeling odd now I was moving. At the bathroom door he said" I'm going to get breakfast, that there is yours" "He pointed to the floor where the remains of my vomit from the night before had dried to the floor tiles. "Get them clean and you may have something more substantial" He pushed me into the bathroom, and I got down on my knees and began to lick" Dried stale vomit. My breakfast I was grateful that I had managed to eat as much as I could the previous evening. Mr Traynor unexpectedly returned, with a bucket and scrubbing brush. "Sorry to interrupt, you are obviously enjoying yourself, but this will probably be more effective "Thank you Sir" I really didn't know hw to could express my gratitude, but I knew I had learnt a lesson I needed to improved my gag reflex. He left me alone as I scrubbed the floor, I'd have happily done this for the next 24 hours if it meant not having to lick cold dried sick again Mr Traynor finally returned be was still naked, his heavy balls and dick swung between his thick thighs, "Thirsty yet?" "Yes, Sir" "Of course you are you are desperate for my piss aren't you ? What are you waiting for? Get drinking" I opened my mouth and approached , taking his cock in my mouth ,and I waited. It wasn't long before a stream of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. Acrid, strong, but delicious, I sensed that the last drops had emptied on to my tongue, and slowly withdrew before moving forward again. I was desperate to fellate him. A slap to my head. "No, you need to prove you can take my dick and more before you get to suck it properly. I think you need some more deep throat training this morning. Perhaps if you manage it without throwing up everywhere then I may let you suck it, But first let's get that nappy off you. "Stand: Nappy, I'd almost forgotten about it, and the butt plug. He fetched a pair of scissors from the bathroom cabinet, a few snips and fell to the ground. "Lets see if you like your own piss as much as mine. Knees" I looked down at a damp mass that lay in front of me. Mr Traynor crouched down besides me and forced my face into in, holding it there for what seemed like ages. He released his grip, but I knew I had to remain in position. My eyes began to water and burn, but I didn't move. He tapped my butt, which reminded me of the previous night's punishment, and slid out the plug. "I bet that's never been so loose" he said inserting two fingers. My mouth was already open to welcome and clean the plug before he even presented it to me."Learning fast" Now , get that clean, and we can have a shower, and you can then have a proper breakfast. Two hours later Mr Traynor having a Zoom meeting with a client. He was fully dressed above the waist, but wearing a yellow jockstrap below. The jockstrap was not the only thing outside his clients line of vision, I was too, my face firmly planted in between his butt cheeks. Mr Traynor was conducting his meet on what he told me was a specially commissioned rim seat. After an hour my tongue was starting to tire, but when ever I slowed my pace he would turn off his camera and push my face deeper into the crack. " "I've got five minutes before my next meeting it's a short one, if you as much as stop licking, I'll strap you down and shit in your mouth. Got it" The threat of scat was enough to ensure that I had never licked an arse who enthusiastically in my life, so much so I heard his voice go up an octave on a few occasions during the conversation. "I wonder what other threats I can make , that one worked a treat; He said getting off the seat. I was still lying horizontally , I opened my mouth just in time for a ball of spit to hit the back of my throat, "Time for a break Come on" I followed Mr Traynor out of his study, into the kitchen. He spat on the floor, and pointed. "There" I moved over and remained on all fours as he made him self a coffee, and filled a bowl with water. As he relaxed and went through his mobile phone, I took mouthfuls of water, as grateful I was for the constant supply of piss that Sir, Mr Black and now Mr Traynor supplied me the taste of clean clear London tap water was a relief. "Finished?" " Yes Sir" "Excellent, follow me" I followed him back to the study, I started to return to the position where I had spent much of the morning thinking that I was to spend another few hours getting accustomed to the smell and taste of Mr Traynor arse. "Not yet, someone want 's to speak to you Stand there." He pressed a few keys on the keyboard, and after thirty-seconds of a failing tone a face appeared on screen It was Sir. I fell to my knees immediately. "Not forgotten me then? Good I hope you are on your best behaviour, and being obedient" Charles Traynor is one of the best trainers in town, so don't waste the opportunity you have been given" "No Sir" I said meekly. "Excellent, now if I recall I said you would be in his care for a day and a half. Actually you are with him until Friday. I've got a busy few days , and I can't have you under my feet all the time, like an enthusiastic puppy.' Before I had a chance to respond, The screen went blank The abruptness of the conversation shocked me, but I also felt reassured knowing that what ever I was to endure with Mr Traynor was to help make me serve Sir better. "That's enough dawdling, I want to see how much pain those nipple can endure, hopefully not much as I want to hear you scream" Yes, Mr Traynor, I replied.