This is 99% fiction I'll leave you to guess the 1% that isn't.
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Friday lunchtime, i'd returned from the he gym, i'd been instructed by Mater Darren to fuck myself with one of his many dildos, before i got myself ready to go out to meet Rob and John. My first meeting with them since the public declaration of my slave status.
I selected one that i knew would be comfortable, i still had a decently tight hole and Master had said he had no intention of destroying it `yet'. I poured some lube into the palm of my hand, and worked it way into my hole fingering myself as i did so. A second hand full and i ensured the dildo was coated liberally, a tiny pop and it was in, i took a deep breath as i worked it in further, when i could take no more, then as ordered started to fuck myself. Doing so my mind started thinking back over the last few days.
Master Darren had introduced a nightly facesitting session, my tongue now knew every millimeter of Master Darren's arse, and each night i had been encouraged to go deeper in my exploration of his hole. As one would expect from a Top, his arse was perfectly tight, but i could feel it puckering each time my tongue entered, I quickly got to look forward to the feeling of having it close around the tongue as i explored inside, the scent and taste of his masculinity now seared on my senses,
That morning's punishment had been particularly brutal, an old fashioned cane, i as i walked the two steps behind him, i felt all thirty whacks as my cheeks rubbed against the fabric of my trousers.
Darren was pleased at Peter's demand that I wore crop tops to the gym, highlighting my 49 year old paunch. Initially i improvised and cut the bottoms half of one of few of the T shirts that Master Darren had allowed me to bring with me when i moved in. However yesterday in the changing room, after I had helped Master Darren dress, and before i put on my own kit, he announced that he had a gift for me a set of bright pink, and fluorescent green crop tops, each one just slightly too small to be a perfect fit. I wondered when the humiliation of wearing such an outfit would be overcome by the feeling of pride that i was again demonstrating devotion to my Owner.
Since Monday, more of the gym's patrons had started to make use of me as a urinal, the number of occasions increasing each day, so by Thursday i served ten separate men, two of them twice. encouraged by the balding man from the day before the other patrons also took advantage and made me clean under their foreskin, each time the taste of ripe smegma making me gag, however I persisted and by this morning even the tightest foreskin was no match for my inquisitive tongue.
Another twist was the appearance of Trainer Dom, who was a regular patron, on Tuesday, he reintroduced the practice of my having at least one protein drink made up of piss, the humiliation of this being added to by the fact that i had to crawl round the gym floor , approaching the gym users, to provide me with piss to go with my protein powder. Any piss provided during my urinal service duty was not to be used. Trainer Dom announced that if their bladders were uncooperative they should just add some spit. Begging for piss, and being rejected was far more humiliating than just being casually used as a urinal, and my ego as diminished as it was after two months of being under the control of Master M, and then Master Darren, would have been devastated had someone not finally provided the piss.
My transformation into a gym urinal also had an impact at home, i woke on Friday, and realised that i had slept through, having not once been woken to swallow Master Darren's piss. However my blanket and mattress were soaking wet. Master Darren informed me that he has asked Peter to let Him know how many men had used me at the end of each shift. If it exceeded 9 then rather than wake me, he would just piss on me instead should he need the bathroom at night.
Eventually the hole started to feel sore, with the friction caused by the movement of the dildo, i also realised that some work needed to be done around the house before i went and met John and Rob for me Friday night meal. This time i was proudly wearing the slave chain and lock as i walked into the pub. As with previous Fridays the conversation soon went on to Darren. Or Master Darren as I referred to him throughout the conversation, i explained to them about the regular punishment sessions, and the fact that, he used me as a urinal, but decided that this was not the time to explain to them that my mornings were spent as a gym urinal. I explained the joy i got from the face sitting sessions, and knowing that my actions were being observed and that everything i did well was a reflection of my submission. I cleared the main course, and announced that i wasn't up to desert, and paid my share of teh bill.
i texted Master Darren. Sir Thank you for the evening off, but i'll be home early, ready to serve as always.
i arrived home, undressed, and crawled into the living room towards Master Darren i looked up our eyes met and we both smiled. He pointed to the ashtray besides him, it was full of ash from what was obviously a recently finished cigar , he lifted it up placed it on the floor.
Eat little doggy.
Bending down i growled, and started to bark, Woof woof woof, and eagerly started to eat up the ash.
"Good little doggy, eat it all up"
When the ashtray was clean, i crawled off, and returned with a heavy paddle in my mouth, then i sat on my haunches, and with my tongue hanging out i started to pant and beg.
"Want to be punished do we we doggy?" I whimpered my agreement. "Before we do, let's have a closer look at you."
He reached over and napped on a pair of long rubber gloves. He then started to slowly move his hands all over my body commenting on the muscles that had got bigger as a result of our gym sessions. He got me to suckle on the his right hand, forcing his three middle fingeres down my throat, making me gag as the hand was covered in saliva
"Stand, bend and spread" he ordered. I complied, my hands spreading my arse cheeks showing him my hole, he then inserted two fingers, at first gently then roughly, splaying them when they were fully inserted. "Still nice and tight my little doggy, but just enough give."
Woof,i responded, then gasped as he at first slowly withdrew and all three fingers brutally invaded my hole.. He spent the next five minutes twisting and turning, as i groaned, growled and whimpered.Finally he removed his fingers,
"Kneel, and Suck, and clean"
Kneeling i turned towards him,and opened my mouth. The taste of my arse juices, flooded my mouth, but i continued to suck on each finger in turn as he offered them to me, He withdrew the third finger, then placed in under his nose, then mine. I don't think this is clean enough? What do you think? I inhaled, it could have smelt like the most expensive Tom Ford scent, but i knew the answer had to be no. i wanted my mouth to be invaded again, as the fingers worked tier way further down my throat, is garbled a thank You Master.
Finally he withdrew, he drew me towards him, and placed my head on his thigh, as he lit yet another cigar.
"Good slave. Let's rest a while before tonight's punishment."
Meanwhile in Thomas's former home.
Dave took out his third Asylum cigar of the evening. His guest, ignited the lighter, and Dave watched as the tip started to turn red
"Thanks Simon, " he said as the lighter was switched off.
Besides him kneeling, head bowed was Chris, his back showing the visible signs of a flogging.