Hireling

hireling-7

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Author: jaken, jaken@email.si

Story involves sex, domination, joy and satisfaction!

Do not read if you are not allowed to by some authority. If you are offended by sex or/and (sexual) abuse among men even when written you do not have to read.

Story is fictional.

FOLLOWING THE FUTURE

I felt totally down. I wanted to sink into the ground. The cumming made me realize what was going on and to test if I really wanted this. When I looked up at Deman I knew I wanted to kneel under him.

"Thank you sir! I promise to be good."

He glared at me and I knew I had interrupted him. He pushed me with his foot and I fell on my back.

"Put your clothes on Fido and get out of here!"

I quickly dressed. I looked at them and went home. I almost forgot to change before going home. In the basement I took my jeans.

I reported to Mr. Rigory. It was actually the first day that I wanted to leave this early and I was allowed to. My jeans were dirty, my Tshirt, too. He looked at me with a smile.

"We need you fresh in the morning so don't party too much!"

"Yes Sir."

...

I returned the next day and wanted to get my work clothes (the plastic trousers and shirt) but they were gone. Nothing was in the washing machines. I checked everywhere then I took the pyjamas and put them on. I had underwear on and I felt better because of that!

I went inside the basement toilet and leaned against a wall with my face to it and started jerking my cock. I thought of Deman pushing my face at the wall. I put my hand under the briefs feeling the skin he shaved. My balls hurt from him kicking them.

I started licking the wall and I neared the climax when I heard Deman calling for me in the hall.

I quickly pulled out my hand and shouted out "In the toilet!" and started washing my hands.

"I did you a favour yesterday. Stand still." My hardness showed when I turned and stood respectfully before Deman. "You think you can jerk off in the toilets?" I wanted to say something when he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard.

"aaaa" I moaned in pain and he kept squeezing harder until I was silent. My face must have looked terrible. I was standing on my toes trying to avoid the pressure.

He let go of me. It was only then that I felt how hard he squeezed.

"Thank you, Sir. Please, I'll be good." I wanted to beg him to give me less pain but I did not dare and it would be wrong to do so!

"You think so? Go in the hall." He pushed. "Now undress. Wait." He pushed me back a bit so I stood at the door where anyone could see me if they caught a glimpse walking in the ground floor. "Get naked. First the flip-flops. Kiss them."

I followed his orders like a robot receiving input. I did not dare to look if anyone saw me changing. It could be Mr. Rigory or anyone else. What Deman gave me were the clothes from the machine that Mr. Rigory gave to me first which were missing.

"Stupid jerk! Get that fly closed! Why do you think I put snaps on it yesterday?"

"I am sorry Sir." I started closing the two of them. They were positioned at the very edge of the material on the fly and wide apart and not in the same distance between them so when I snapped them together the fly made a wrinkle that maybe showed even more than without the snaps.

I looked at Deman I felt a need to thank him. "Thank you Deman."

"I don't think you have the right colour of underwear. Pull it off. Yes pull down the trousers."

I started getting hard. When I was undressed I looked at him with lust. He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against a wall and started pulling down hard on my cock. I was rock hard and enjoyed the pain.

I could hardly breathe. He would ease up on my neck for just a second then make me choke again. My face turned red and I was scared. I began to panic and tried to get free but he would just squeeze harder. He was looking me in the eyes. I tried to say something when he spat in my face.

I started shooting my load and he pulled on my cock trying to lift me then lifted me by my neck and threw me on the floor. I was still shooting and gasped for some air.

I leaned on my hands as I had fallen on my back. I was filled with as I did not want my balls to get kicked again.

"What is it? You fucking homo! You should be thankful for my gratitude!" He kicked my feet.

"Thank you, Sir."

He started kicking me softly in my ass and crotch. "Get up! Stand still." He pulled me to my knees by my ear and pushed me against the wall sitting.

He started slapping my face.

"What are you?" ...slap...

"Answer me, you fag!" ...slap...

He stepped on my cock and twisted my arms outwards.

"Please Sir. I will obey you!"

He twisted harder. "You fucking crazy? Answer me!"

"aaaauch. Please Deman!"

He knelt with one knee on my cock and balls. "ANSWER ME. WHAT ARE YOU?"

"Your servant, Sir."

He twisted my hands more and I was just about to scream in pain when he kissed me but kept twisting my arms. I kissed him back forgetting all the pain. When I closed my eyes in pleasure he spat in my face.

We looked at each other for a few seconds.

"You will wear the pyjamas. You look better in them anyway. Get dressed and get to work!"

He left me and I started dressing in the pyjamas.

I went to the principal's office and knocked. He looked at what I was wearing then let me enter.

"You did not collect the laundry yesterday. Are you absent- minded or what? I will post a schedule on the basement door so you will have no excuse. And give me the key to your locker!"

I had it in my hand. I was so glad I did not forget that. I handed it to him and then went to work.

No one paid any attention to me. When I greeted anyone I ran into they would just walk by. I felt I was not even there. I went inside a toilet on first floor. I got on to my knees and crawled to a urinal. I grabbed it with both hands and started licking. I wanted to make it clean for the boys.

I heard someone enter. I took a rag and started wiping.

"Been looking for you, toilet boy." It was Deman. He pushed me down so I turned and lay on my back on the dirty floor near the urinal.

He sat on my chest and held my arms down with his knees. My head was inside a urinal I hadn't licked yet.

"I've just had a meal and I thought you were in the right place to have one yourself." He pushed my head down and let the water flow over my head. "Open that mouth, boy."

I could hardly look at him as the water was splashing over my face. The smell of boys' piss was slowly dissipating. He put a plastic bag in the urinal next to this one and started picking out some scraps.

"Open up. I told the cook I would bring you your meal. There was not much left but I gathered some leftovers." He stuck a cold chicken bone in my mouth. "Chew on it." He pushed it down my throat so that I started choking on it. "Oh. Poor boy. You need something wet." He took a half-eaten piece of bread and moistened it in the water flowing over my head and fed it to me. He pushed it inside with his fingers then slapped me.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir."

"What?" ...slap...

"Thank you for feeding me, Sir!"

He tossed the food out of the bag and over my head then pulled me up and turned me over and pushed my head into the urinal.

"Eat!"

My hands were on my back and he was pushing my head down to pick the food scraps soaking in water. There were all sorts of food and I tried to eat as fast as possible as the water was soaking everything.

"Get on all fours. Lick the bag clean. That's it. Get that head inside." The bag almost stunk.

He pulled down the pyjamas trousers exposing my ass and pulled my buttocks apart. He hit my hole with a plastic stick and I almost collapsed from unexpected pain.

"Hold still you wimp."

"Yes Sir."

He hit me again, harder. I tried to hold still but my ass twitched with every whack. He pulled my cock back and hit hard on my balls.

"You better not move again or the punishment will never end and I don't have enough time for your stupid mistakes."

"Yes Sir. Please Sir. I want to be good."

He jerked my cock a few times then let go of it.

"So you let guys fuck your ass? I will make sure you won't be able to get any cock up it for the next few days." He started hitting me with the stick.

"Please Sir. No one fucks me, please. OUCH. I will be good. OUCH."

"Let's see who's right." He pushed two fingers up my ass and I collapsed onto my stomach in pain. I could not kneel on all fours anymore when he started hitting my ass in anger. "You fucking pervert. You can't even kneel. I should beat you right now."

"No Deman, please. Please don't. OUCH. I will do anything you say. I will give you anything you want."

"Get up! Pull those pants up. You have work to do. I'll let the cook know it took you half an hour to eat your food."

"Thank you, Sir, for bringing it to me!"

He left and I lowered my head. I looked in the urinal and got on all fours and chew on the scraps that were still lying around. I was happy he brought it to me and did not want to leave any. My cock was growing and the pain on my hole was intense.

Suddenly the door opened. It was Deman again. "Oh yea. And Mr. Rigory wants to see your ass right now. You better know why you are late. Yea. Eat everything up. I knew you were hungry."

I did not even turn to see him and started licking the urinal clean. I washed my face clean and ran to the principal's office.

"So you've decided to wear this uniform. I guess that's fine as well. The boys did ask me why you were changing it so often. Why I wanted to see you is because we are interested in giving you a job over the summer. You can not work here without papers. Would you be interested?"

I stood in front of him in my new outfit. I did not know what decision to make and I stood frozen.

"Well boy. Either you decide in one hour or you can go home." His phone rang and he pointed for me to leave.

I went to Deman's room and knocked. Hun opened wearing sweat pants and Tshirt. He was a bit sweaty and looked so damn good.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I am looking for Deman. Can you please tell him I asked for him ..."

Hus said, "Hey, it's scrubber!" I was pulled inside and thrown to my knees and tried to get up.

Deman said, "No, it's ok. You can stay like this. Why are you here?"

I wanted to talk to Deman alone. I looked at him and Hun while kneeling in the middle of the room. I was embarrassed to talk and spoke slowly how I was unable to decide if I should accept the job offer.

"And you need to come here for that?" Deman stood up from lying on a bed and slapped my face hard. Then he grabbed my ear and lifted me up and led me out of the room. "You will apologize to Mr. Rigory for not giving him a straight answer!" He pushed me down the stairs and I almost fell on a guy. I heard them talking but I continued my way to see Mr. Rigory.

...

"Please Sir. I would like the job very much. I am sorry for not giving you a quick answer."

"You do realize the salary stays the same but the pay out is lower as the state needs you to feed it, as well?"

"Yes Sir. If you think I am good for the job!"

He looked me up and down. "We have had some problems with you but I guess you learned some important lessons. You still have to pay for the wall you got dirty."

I almost said it wasn't me. "Yes Sir. I apologize again, Sir."

"No need to. It needed painting anyway. Sign here and go to work."

I signed the paper and went to work. When I walked down the hall by the wall for which I had to pay for repairs I looked at it and the stains were not visible at all.

I felt happy having a job and being close to Deman. I could not stop thinking about Hun, though. Something was going on and I felt being jealous of him. `What was he doing in Deman's room and why did he seem sweaty. Maybe they were working out or something.'

The time was past noon and I still had a lot of work to do. It seemed a bit odd Deman was in the dorm the whole day as he was not for the past few days. I felt bad being in the pyjamas when Mr. Rigory sent for me, as it seemed I will be wearing it for quite some time. I felt more inferior wearing it than the other clothes he gave me.

I left my underwear that I took off on Deman's instructions in my locker. My cock swung as I walked and showed through the thin material. Various thoughts ran through my mind and I was happy for the job I got. I felt bad disturbing Deman.

I started collecting the laundry. I needed to smell boys' underwear again but thinking of Deman's made me hard when I knocked on the door to his room. He opened wearing just a pair of tight fitting red shorts and I couldn't help noticing the outline of his cock. He had some hair on his chest and from his crotch to his navel. His muscles were nicely defined and I knew he looked better than me. My mouth was open as I wanted to lick and touch him.

"It's you again." He let me enter and closed the door behind me. "Get on all fours and start collecting the dirty clothes round the room." He led me inside holding my shirt. "Pick that up with your mouth." I picked up three pairs of underwear then got two pairs of socks from inside his sneakers and maybe of rommates' and one pair of old shorts. He was telling me where to crawl, what to pick and where to carry it.

I held the underwear in my mouth taking it from one side of the room to the other and back, then leaving everything in front of his feet. He sat on a chair, legs spread and he was barefoot. I was sure he was only wearing the shorts and nothing else.

I looked at him and his shorts, then up and down his legs. I wanted him badly. I wanted to suck on his cock and he knew exactly what was going on in my mind.

"Get naked." He watched my every move as I was undressing.

I stood still looking meekly at his feet.

He led me to a mirror and stood beside me.

"Can you tell me the difference between you and me? Can you see my body? You see how nice and muscular it is?"

"Yes Deman, Sir. Your body is very nice."

"Of course it is. I look so much better than you." Deman said.

"Yes Sir. I am nothing compared to you."

"I can get any chick I want." He pushed me down to my knees and looked at me in the mirror. "You will never be like me. All you can do is lick ass, nothing else. You are nothing!"

"Yes Sir. I am nothing, Sir."

"I guess you can smell my ass."

"Thank you sir. Thank.." He pushed my face into his crack and I started inhaling deeply. I went up and down with my nose. I held his buttocks with my hands and he pushed his ass in my face and held my head with his hand. I heard him fart and inhaled deeply.

"Yea. Smell my stink, you fucking queer. Yea..." He pushed me away. "Put on my durty shorts you were carrying"

The shorts were white, the inner lining was torn so some of it hung out from under the shorts when I put them on then went back to my knees and he gave me a smile.

"Thank you so much, Sir."

He pushed me to the floor and stepped on my cock and balls smashing them with his toes. I felt his toes round my cock twisting it. He smashed my balls with his heel. He took a pair of braces/suspenders and attached them to my nipples. I wanted to scream but he pushed my pyjamas into my mouth and even squeezed them harder and started jerking my cock with one hand through the shorts.

I cried in pain and started shooting my load inside the shorts when he pulled the braces off my nipples.

I screamed in agony and satisfaction.

Author: jaken, jaken@email.si

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