Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2021 23:58:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: wanted dog walker Chapter 50

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The bar was now full, and rowdy, I was starting to ache. My throat and arse
having been fucked at regular intervals in the course of the afternoon.

Although the lube and cum that was in my arse was now dripping
uncomfortably down my leg, the fact that being used in such a way meant I
was desperate to be used and fucked hard until my release. Whenever a pair
of skintight bleachers passed me I would growl and shout a plaintive plea
for the owner to fuck me.

"Oi Lou does it ever shut up" Boss laughed and leant down he stuck a finger
in my mouth "No one ever Told me you were such an eager fuck pig. Only an
hour or so to go , then the bar closes, and you can rest before the night
shift." I grunted as I sucked his cigarette flavoured fingers. As I did I
felt my head being pulled back, as another cock thrust inside of me, I
yelled as it was undoubtedly the thickest and longest dick of the
afternoon. "Tell me that hurts Boy" ordered a European accent, I guessed
Dutch. It thrust in again deeper. "Tell me" "It hurts Sir" "And does the
slave like it" "Yes Sir" I wished by arse back towards him.

The man laughed as he got into a rhythm. His grip on the chain around my
neck tightened as he pulled my back towards him. I now had a better view of
the bar. It struck me that most of the skins there were ignoring me, a
couple were there wanking furiously at the pathetic sight of me having my
arse pummelled. But the majority were deep in conversation, swigging
bottles of cheap beer. Suddenly I was facing a piss sodden pair of
jeans. The owner walked closer towards me and held my face into it. "That
should shut you up, nothing worse than a slave screaming when being fucked,
so disrespectful" It was another German accent

The stench of piss filled my nostrils and made so already hard dick even
harder. My nose was getting sore from being rubbed against the fabric of
the jeans and dampness caused by the piss. Slowly I sensed that the jeans
were being unzipped, a dick which looked as large as the one in my butt
appeared.

"If you can make me and my husband come at the same time you'll get a nice
reward" "Lovely the pig's being spit roasted" Its was Boss, from the corner
of my eye I could see that his phone was in his hand and that he was
filming. "Smile for your fans" The couple fucking me started to increase
the pace I had spilled a load of phlegm on the floor as a result if the
throat fucking""Ready?" "Ready, after ten?" One," " One" "Two,"" two "
"Three"".Three" Each number being followed by a spit on my back. They both
shouted Ten at the same time, I felt the convulsions in my arse first as it
filled with a huge ball of cum two-seconds later my throat was coated with
spunk.

Both withdrew. "You failed so no reward" Both men left me there my arse and
throat wanting to be filled again" Before I had time to recover Boss was
removing the straps that had secured me. He lifted me up. "Back on your
knees Boy, piggy time is over, but dog time has begun.

He attached a leash to one of the metal links on my collar, "Time for a
walk, and time to see if you are a pig or a dog?" There were still a fair
few men in the bar. Boss walked me round briskly once, then again much
slower stopping every now and again. Accompanied by a command "Go on sniff'
"Smell those boots" "Show me how happy you are"

I lifted me head , my nose in the air and inhaled , snitching my noses into
any groin that was presented to me and growling with excitement. I wanted
him to consider me a dog. I stuck out my tongue , and panted excitedly
before licking a boot, and barked enthusiastically when a hand was offered
to me with a dollop of fresh spit on out for me to lick.

Boss stopped at a pair of rather scuffed boots"You remember It" "Of course
" it was the Dutch accent , two fingers slid up my arsehole and twisted, as
they entered further in. They slid out slowly, my head was pulled back as
the handling a few centimetres away from my mouth. I licked my lips and let
go guttural whine. I was desperate to taste.

"I'm trying to decide, is It a pig a dog or both. A dig perhaps, or a new
species". The two Europeans laughed as I chocked on the slimy
fingers. "Perhaps it's too early to say"

Boss led me away. "Ok lads time to go, it's 5pm we're open again at 7.30pm"
I was looking forward to a rest, and a few hours in Boss's company. He he'd
me to the bathroom. The trough was again over flowing, the drain blocked up
with tissue paper.

"Fucking pigs the lot of them. I can't be bothered to clean this right now,
after all it will only be the same at 3 am. " He took the lead that was
attached to my collar and tied it to one of the pipes.

"At least you wont get thirsty There's plenty of piss to quench any thirst
you have.

He lifted my face up by the chin, and spat. "It's a shame this is only a
monthly event, I could happily instal you as a permeant part of the
plumbing. "I'll see you in two hours"

As he walked away he entered one of the toilet cubicles, he exited and
threw a damp ball of tissue directly in front of me. "You can start on
that" I looked at a yellowing lump of paper. "I said eat it" He pushed me
face down onto the mass of paper, and then pressed his boot on to my back
"I want to hear chewing" I took a mouthful, he pulled me up and watched as
I chewed it. It took a while but I eventually swallowed "Thank You Boss"

The bathroom door slammed shut, I could hear the distant voices of the last
customers leaving and then silence.

Eventually the ball of tissue was either in my stomach or had disintegrated
to an extent that eating it was not possible I lay flat on the floor licked
the remaining flecks up. My attention then turned to the trough, The length
of the lead meant that I couldn't reach the tissue blocking the drain, and
I knew that Boss would expect at least some evidence that I had drunk the
piss that lay in the trough, so I got to work.

I was facedown in the trough when I heard "Smile, your'e on cameras" It was
Boss holding up his camera phone."Show the audience what a happy piss slave
you are, I turned round, barked and shoved my face back in the water taking
a mouthful before lifting my head back and gargling, I swallowed it and
barked again"

Boss ruffled my hair, he didn't flinch at the fact that it was soaked with
piss. Twenty minutes and we open, "Now do I keep you tried up like this all
night, or set you free in the bar at the mercy of punters" I was desperate
not to be tried up again and growled and tried to move towards the door of
the bathroom, indicating I wanted to be free. "Be careful what you wish for
perhaps someone should have told you that before you submitted to
Kyle. What do you say to that?"

As quick as a flash I replied "Nothing will have changed my mind Boss" It
was yet another admission that my natural state was that of being owned,
perhaps the last few weeks had proved that it was unclear if that meant I
was a slave, a dog, pig, or an object, but I knew that I was
property. Master's property. I knew that even if I had been away form his
presence for what seemed like weeks. I

Boss untied me, and pointed to the door. "Out" I crawled out to the bar, it
was quiet but I could see three pairs of boots , I hurried over and
immediately started to lick the ones that were most accessible. "It's you
again" it was the Dutchman."Let's see if you are as good as licking as you
were as being a fuck hole."

He jumped on to a bar stool. "Get going." I lifted myself up on to my knees
and took his right boot in my hands and began to lick. Above me he began to
talk to his companions, he had switched to German, a conversation that
continued for twenty minutes, and no hint was my presence acknowledged,
which was disconcerting as I was used to at least having some spit added to
the leather to hep guide me on the right path. I was worried that I might
not do a good enough job. "Don't hog the slave" It was Boss. "You start
moving now" The boot I had been licking was abruptly withdrawn.

I crawled around the bar waiting for an opportunity to worship another
boot, Initially i wasn't successful, not sooner than I made contact with a
boot, than I was kicked away, I was going to end up as nothing but a bruise
by the end of the night, "Dog you're coming with me" It was a Mancunian
accent I was almost dragged along the floor, I initially thought I was
going to be taken back into the toilet but we veered to the outside beer
garden. "On your knees"

I looked at just in time to see a short but slim, skinhead sit down, I
guessed he was around my hight, no more than 5ft 5.

"For now you can call me Max. From what I've heard you've been the central
attraction this weekend. Lou always has some fresh meat for us to try, and
I thought I was going to miss out. Un button me and start worshipping. Take
your I guess I have thirty minutes before Lou starts getting antsy, and
this is just the start"

I nervously ended the burrow of his jeans and unzipped, I pushed my face
inside and inhaled. After what seemed like almost 24 hours of smelling piss
it was fresh and clean. I took in an extra deep breath. It was so nice I
began to question whether I could ever really be a piss slave. I didn't
have to much time to think. "Take it out them " It was an average semi hard
five inches, I took it in my mouth, and it instantly began to harden, and
grow The fish clean smell also applied to the taste. I was reluctant to let
it escape from my mouth.

"Suck it Boy. Slowly and gently, I'm just going to sit here, smoke and talk
shit at you. " As the dick slide into my mouth Max slid back in his chair,
making himself comfortable. His dick hardened and grew as I worked on
it. It was a relief that it remained manageable after an afternoon where my
throat had been fucked raw. Max meanwhile as promised talked about random
stuff, his work up in Manchester, what he'd been up to during the weekend
and occasionally would compliment me on my oral skills.

Suddenly he pushed me away, stood zipped up , and lifting me by the
shoulders dragged me along the floor before slamming me against a wall. He
lifted his knee and kicked me in the balls. Before I had a chance to take a
breath he began to kiss me deeply. "Kiss me back " he said his breath and
spit tasted and smelt of Marlboros, His knee was still against my groin,
and as well as kissing him I found myself humping it. He continued to kiss
me, whilst he grabbed me by the throat and forced my head against the
wall. One of his hands slipped down and grabbed my balls and squeezed them.

"Do these get played with often?" I shook my head. "You're luck is in." His
grip tightened. "You like this don't you? You want me to hold them even
harder ? " Although tears began to burn my eyes I I let out a weak "Yes
Sir" Before it could get any harder a voice boomed behind Max "That's it,
time's up, it's needed inside"

Boss and Max continued to talk as I crawled back inside. " We have some
unfinished business" It was the Dutchman, I looked round the bar it was
crowded so I had no idea where I'd be able to pay proper attention to his
size 12 feet.

"Not here, Lou says I can go upstairs. "He grabbed tugged at the
lead. "Make space dog slave coming through"he looked down at me "bark
then," as he led me through the bar area, I barked and growled, as loud as
I could continue to do so as I climbed the stairs on all four.

He sat down on the sofa, and rated his feet on a coffee table. I was still
growling, letting out an occasional yelp of excitement.  I lowered my head
and began to lick the leather. "Has all this fucking destroyed your brain
cells , I said feet not boots" He began to loosen the lace in his right
boot. "Now get going" I carefully loosened the laces and slid off his
boot. He wiggled the toes and I moved my head in and inhaled the heavy
thick sock that he was wearing. "48 Hours, do you like." Responding with a
Yes seemed inappropriate, I growled deeply as I pressed the foot into my
face as if it was a primary source of oxygen. "Remember I've got two. "I
let out another yelp of excitement knowing that I was going to have an
opportunity to worship both feet. I undid the lace of the left boot, but
was so nervous with excitement that I took far too long for Master Jan's
liking.

"If this is an indication of what I can expect I may stop now, and give you
a hard belting instead. Is it" I let out a low whine indicating that it
wasn't. He had removed most of the lace from the boot.  "Ok get going, I
want to hear how much you like the smell and taste of my sock. I want
adjectives, forget that you are a dog for now, try and remember what a
human would say" I barked as I lifted both feet to my face and began to
suck.

"Words, not barks" He pushed the foot hard into my face "Understand, or
I'll drag you back down stairs and make sure that you'll be more than a
urinal." "Yes Master Jan, I took a deep breath and sucked in the aromas of
the thick woollen sock. "You smell great Master Jan, musky, and manly"
"Naturally , now how do they taste?" I took the toes on his left foot and
began to suck "Like nectar Master, sweet with a powerful kick" "Do you want
more?" "Please Master" "Ok slowly take off each sock, and drop them here"
He tapped the sofa beside him. "You can use your hands if it helps.

Slowly I removed the right sock , pulling it down his muscular calf, I
rolled it off of his foot and held it to my nose and inhaled. "You smell
great Master Jan " I took it in my mouth and quickly shuffled around the
coffee table and dropped it on the sofa next to him. I began to remove the
left. This time I was able to remove more of it by my teeth, allowing me to
savour his taste earlier. "A real Man's small Master Jan" I said before
playing it in my mouth. This time I knelt facing him allowing the taste to
seep into my mouth. Only when it looked as if he was going to berate me did
I place it with its partner

Before I returned to his feet Master Jan grabbed the chain and pulled me up
towards him, I knew what was coming and opened my mouth, I realised that I
no longer automatically closed my eyes, when waiting for the gist of a
Man's spit. Master Jan must have realised this too as he leaned in closer,
and a second gobbet of phlegm it me in the left eye,

"Carry on Boy" He turned on the TV. It was not even 10 pm. I knelt there
looking at the bare feet, the soles were smooth except for some dry skin on
the soles, the toes were long and thick, the nails were well maintained. A
cough brought me back to my senses and I began to suck the left toe. It was
thicker and longer than the excuse of a dick that I had between my legs ,
or out certainly felt like it. I groaned. "Thank You Master Jan" as my
tongue circled around the meaty digit, transferring toe jam and fluff from
the socks from the foot into my mouth.

Master Jan groaned, as I moved on to the other toes, removing the jam, and
swallowing it. I gently fellated each toe, knowing that each of them was
superior to me. Not a millimetre of flesh was left unworshipped, my tiny
dick hardened, mocking me, reminding me of its insignificance.  I gently
lifted Master Jan's for up from the table and began to lick the base of the
heel. The dried skin was soon moist and quickly digested. I pressed my face
into the sole "Master Jan, your feet are powerful. Thank you for allowing
me to worship them" "Shut up and just worship"

I was about to start paying attention to the right foot this time I intend
to work from the heel upwardsM when he lifted his feet from the coffee
table and pushed it away from him. He placed this feet on the floor and
pointed , I scurried round the table and lay flat on the floor, opened my
mouth and began too muzzle of the heel. More dry skin fell into me
welcoming mouth