#291
“Strip means everything. Clothing is a privilege real men enjoy, and you are definitely not a man. Unfortunately, society thinks otherwise. Should you need to go into town, you will wear a minimal amount of clothing. When you are here, you are naked. I bought you for one reason, to be the house mouse….
“That is, you will keep this place clean and organized. You will set it up for parties we have here five days a week. Each one will have different set of clientele, most of them are bikers—you know, blue collar men. Some nights you will be confined for the duration. Some nights you will be assigned tasks, like fetching drinks or food. Other nights you will serve as entertainment.
“Follow me. This four-car garage has been converted to a play space where men can relax. There’s a fire pit around back too. See how the couches and chairs and the sex furniture are mixes in together, that it looks kinda randomly placed. I want that. When you are straightening things up, you will keep that up. When men come here to relax, I want them to feel comfortable enough to go from a conversation with their best bud to fucking a naked faggot or a naked bitch that happened to be walking by. Some nights that might be you. When that happens, you go ahead and please the man the way he expects.
“Over there is the bar. You will be expected to keep it well stocked. In the morning following a party, you are to go to the liquor store in town and stock up. I have an account there, and the guys know what brands of liquor I want. We will be going there in a bit so I can introduce you to Doyle and Brian. You tell them what we need, and they will load up the truck. You will probably then be taken in back and used. Brian will have a full bladder for you, and Doyle will rape your cunt. My suggestion is to pre-lube up before you go there. If they want something else from you, you give it.
“Food deliveries are done around noon. You will send them what we need before you head off to the liquor store. Tony is the one who usually delivers here. And he too has full access to you.
“I work damned hard to find the right people to work with. I have a very specific type of underground organization here, and the men that attend don’t want attention called to it. Sheriff Adams keeps us out of anyone’s attention. He does stop by from time to time with his own bitches, usually on Fridays when it’s Bitch Night. He goes upstairs to one of the two private bedrooms to fuck them. You are expected to keep those rooms stocked up too. Now, those rooms are off limits to the other attendees. You’ll have a key to get in, but if anyone asks or demands access you refer them to Brutus, Luke, or me. If they threaten to beat you in the face, you let them beat you, and then refer them to Brutus, Luke, or me.
Brutus is my security. When I am not here on any given night, you report to him. If anyone gives you any problems let Brutus know. And kinky sexual acts demanded of you don’t count as problems. Men with extreme kink demands should be directed to the toolshed. Brutus and Luke run the sound-proof toolshed and slave kennels hidden beneath it. We’ll head over there in a bit.
But first, this is the Latrine. You will be spending lots of time in here. I need to take a piss. On your knees and open that sewer mouth. Your former owner was telling me that he had you toilet trained. That’s good. Oh your mouth feels right on my cock. And you didn’t hesitate with my PA.
“You will be drinking piss on Pig Sunday night. This place gets trashed. That’s why we don’t have activities for Monday night. You will be in hog heaven Sunday going into Monday. I have yet to have a house mouse who does not love Sunday nights. You are afforded one luxury. You will be able to sleep in on Monday. Monday afternoon you start cleaning. And the Latrine usually needs it most.
“Oh fuck. You swallow like a pro. Pull off.
“Over there see the collars and chain hanging from the wall. That’s where the urinals are installed for a party. You will be installed there on occasion alongside the other toilet slaves.
Over there are the rimseats that the full toilet slaves will be installed under. Brutus and Luke will handle that. Your former owner tells me that you are actually good at toilet duties. That’s good to hear. You will serve as my private toilet. No one should ask that of you, and if they do, you tell them that you are ‘Deke’s toilet’ and that should end the discussion. Toilet paper duty is ok, farts in your face are ok, but eating waste is only done for me. Anyone give you any problems, you let Brutus know, even before you tell me.
“This place is a well-oiled machine of men having fun, whether it be with bitches one night, or fags the next, being pigs on Pig Sunday or sadists on Torture Tuesday. Men are men. And your job is to make sure that their primal urges are satisfied and that everything they need is right there for them.
“See the rimseats over there? Choose one and get under it. I’m so in need to break in your cunt. But first I need to try out that tongue.”
