Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2021 18:53:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Ash Eater Subject: Wanted daog walker - chapter 24 Thanks for the comments and encouragement, knowing how much people have enjoyed is pleasing. Please remember to donate to Nifty if you can http://donate.nifty.org/ I waited for Mr Traynor to join me. I could hear some voices in his living room. A clear indication that he would be working me hard for the rest of the day. Voices, laughter and the distinct smell of cigar smoke. Mr Traynor eventually came up from his basement. "Ok, stay still unless instructed, do as you are told, no talking unless spoken to, address everyone as Sir. Those tonight's golden rules. My guests have the highest standards, so do not disappoint me, them or yourself. Now head up" "Do you know what these are?" He pulled out two object from his back pocket. A bandana and a thick leather blindfold. "No need for you to see anything tonight, the only sense that count will be hearing, taste and touch" He tied the bandana round my head. it was damp and I sniffed the air. "I just had a wank I thought you might appreciate being intimate with the result". He then secured the blindfold. I was plunged into darkness. "Now stay there" I heard Mr Traynor's boots walk away, towards his guests. More laughter. I could hear the clock in his hallway tick, unlike my periods in the basement where I had no indication of how long I had been left alone, the ability to even vaguely track the passage of time, had a greater impact. How many ticks before he would return. "Can I touch it?" A young voice said. Two fingers tweaked my bare right nipple, I felt the nails as the pressed into my flesh. Who ever it was ,he had slender fingers and was not wearing gloves. "And that?" A warm wet feeling on my left nipple, followed soon after by a hard bite. I let out a yelp. "Fifth rule, noises to indicate pain, are allowed, in fact we welcome them" The same slender fingers, them flicked the head of my dick, although I was blindfolded I sensed that it was hard betraying to everyone that I was enjoying this experience. "Now Sam leave him alone, the others will get envious" "Spoil sport" I suddenly felt something on my neck, leather. It was I guessed a collar. "All fours" I heard a click of a clip, and the chime of metal links clanging together. Mr Traynor had attached a lead. "Follow me" Proof that Mr Traynor, like Mr Black, and like Sir had my well being at heart by leading me into the lounge he was making sure I'd not hurt myself when craving along the passage ways. The earlier whiff of cigar smoke was replaced by the cloud of it. "About time too Charles, I need an ashtray." "Kneel" I knelt up and felt a rough finger press down against my lip , forcing my mouth open. A hint of heat "Close and swallow" My first ash of the evening . I'd been instructed to not speak unless addresses, I smiled, in the hope that would be an indication of my appreciation. Charlie, what kind of ashtray restricts access. It's closed its mouth. "Sorry Frank, let me sort it out" My mouth was forced ope, and I felt cold metal against the inside. "There" Whatever it was meant I could not now close my mouth . "That's better Charlie" A warm ball of ash hit my tongue. The TV was turned on, this meant that either there was no conversation or it was drowned out by the film that the group was watching. My role, to be an ashtray and spittoon, nothing else, I was unmolested and untouched other than the occasional grass of leather glove against my chin when a cigar ash was deposited, and on one occasion a rough beard as its owner made a loud snorting noise as he cleared his throat before emptying it into my waiting mouth "May I" "Of course David" "All fours" I felt the chain attached to the collars being pulled, the carpet under my knees soon turned into the cold tiling of the passageway. "It's been ages since I used human urinal, you'd better not spill any. The gravelly voice suggested it was an older man. With my open mouth restricting my ability to communicate, I did my nest approximation of an assenting grunt. A short thick dick entered my mouth, and then after a few seconds withdrew. My head was pushed back, and pulled forward, as if he was trying to get the best angle. Then a gush of liquid. I did my best to swallow as much as I could, but knew that I had probably spilled twice as much. "He's only been here four night's perhaps he'll have improved in a week" I felt a hard slap against my cheek. "What do you think, would another week turn you into the perfect piss pot?" A week? A week of piss I could almost deal with, but another week before I was with Sir again. It took some effort to show my reaction to such a proposition. After all Mr Traynor had spent so much of his time developing and training me since Monday, that I didn't want too seem ungrateful. Another hard slap to my face. "Ok let's see what you can do with mine" Mr Traynor roughly undid the contraption keeping my mouth open, and slid his cock into my mouth. Although he hadn't told me to I gently closed my mouth and waited. "That's better . See you can swallow without spilling". I felt his lips against mine as he give a kiss. "Good lad, now stay there as I deal with your spillage: I knelt there is silence for a couple of minutes. "Open" A damp handkerchief was shoved into my mouth, damp from Sir David's piss. Back in the living room the air was even heavier with cigar smoke, I was pushed forward , and a pair of heavy boots rested at the base of my spine. I remained there almost stock still for the next thirty minutes, my only movement being the involuntary reaction as hot ash fell on my back. Mr Traynor's guest were now in deep conversation, words such as Master, old guard, object, discipline peppered the conversation. I remained silent , my mouth still stuffed with a piss stacked rag, The door bell rang."That will be the takeaway. Indian. Get the door please" The weight of the boots on my back were removed, but before their owner went and opened the door he slammed the soles into the side of ribs forcing me to fall over. "Careful, Kyle has specific orders on how much I could damage him. Don't look at me like that, he was very particular" "Fucking spoil sports" "Get back up, never not finished with you yet" Mr Traynor said one hand ruffling the hair at the back of my head, the other removing the piss rag. I returned to my earlier position, Something warm was placed on my back, the something else. "Urinal, footstool occasional table. All very useful . " I had to remain stock still in order not to spill anything on to Mr Traynor's carpet The only noise I could hear was the occasional belch, the scraping of cutlery against plates and comments on how good the food tasted. "Hungry. Yes you" "Yes Sir" "Yes Sir what?" "Yes Sir Charles" "Lower yourself to the floor" "I lowered my body and then my head, , my forehead made contact with something metal. "There you go. Some of it may have been pre-chewed. " After my second mouthful I decided that mots if not all of it had been chewed and spat out, but I was grateful that I was being fed. Eventually I felt the bowl being taken from me. I somehow took this as a sign to return to my earlier position and wait. "I can't be arsed to take the plate out just yet"sad Mr Traynor, and I felt the weight of the chin crockery landing on my back. "I bet he wishes he was licking those plates clean" "I'm certain it does, don't you" "Yes Sir Charles" I realised I was actually missing this task that had become part of the routine of my visits to see Sir. When would I actually see him again, I was having doubts that I ever would. "Fuck I'm horny" "What's new" "Does he suck?" "Of course he does. Do you want a go" I felt the collar around my neck tighten, and a yank on the collar. "Here boy" I half crawled, was half pulled along the floor, I was then yanked forward head first into a groin. My mouth was prised open, I realised I was in front of Sir Sam. He inserted his slender fingers into my mouth. I sucked them as the whole hand filled my mouth. "Stop with that its' cock or nothing" Mr Traynor said sternly. A long thin dick took the place of the hand, as my nose reached his pubes I smelled his cheap body wash . He had barely started to move my head along the shaft when a wave of cum exploded in my throat. "That was quick" Now watch a real man in action. It was Sir David's voice I was pulled towards him my mouth still fun of the watery cum the slime from the watery cum acting as a lubricant. I began to choke. "See mine's-obviously harder to handle than yours" He pressed the back of my head into his stomach, it had been a couple of days at least since his last shower which made me gag even more. "Want a turn Charles" "No, He knows he's not dome enough to deserve mine" "Looks as if it's your turn" Frank, what about you"" Another tug and I was at the opposite end of the lounge. My only experience of Frank was when he used me as an ashtray and spittoon. He pulled me closer. He was wearing gloves. He pushed me bak on my knees and slapped my face. Hard. My nose was covered by some material, it felt rough like a jock strap. It was a familiar scent I couldn't quite yet place it. My dick however got hard even harder as my head was pulled back and the jock pressed harder into my face, I opened my mouth to get some air and a ball of spit fell into it. That too tasted familiar. I hard the urge to rub myself against something. "Stop playing with yourself" Shouted Mr Traynor. "Yes stop" It was Franks voice, but from another part of the lounge. Who was I with? The tip of a dick glided over my top lip. Then it entered my mouth , my head pushed forward . That unmistakeable scent, a pair of hands guided my head along the shaft, it was a battle to not force them off me so I could go at a quicker pace. My sense of taste and smell were being overwhelmed, Eventually another gush of cum entered my mouth. The dick remained in my mouth getting slowly softer, I continued to suck at it gently, almost with deference. I felt some hot breath against my face, as the blindfold was removed, some light penetrated the bands, but I was still unable to see. I began to see more as the bandana was lifted. It took a few seconds to get used to having unobscured vision It was Sir, He was looking tame smiling. "Miss me?" "I broke down in tears, and as he grabbed me I said "Yes Sir"