Skater/Slaver

‘Please SIR, may it have some of Your spit?’ it begged as it had been ordered.

He was one of MASTER’s friends that it was most scared of. There was something evil about Him, a sadistic cruelty that made the faggot shake with fear and lust. He sneered at it and drooled a huge wad of phlegm onto the floor between His boots.

‘LICK IT UP FAGGOT’

it crawled closer, saw the pool of thick saliva and humbly bowed and licked the floor. ‘Thank you SIR’

‘TURN OVER CUNT, FLAT ON ITS BACK AND LOOK UP AT ME’

it quickly got into position and was immediately slammed on each side of its head as His boots locked it into position…clamping, pressing, hurting. Now it was lying at this Superiors feet, looking up at Him. Once again that terror/lust enveloped it, it couldn’t help panting, whimpering, shaking. 

‘SPREAD ITS LEGS, EXPOSE ITS STINKING CLIT TO ME AND KEEP THAT FUCKIN ASHTRAY AND SPITTOON HOLE OPEN CUNT”.

Another long thread of drool was fed into its mouth, followed by ash. He lent forward put His smoke out on the faggots balls, dropped it in its ash hole, lit another. 

At that moment MASTER came back with two more of His mates, Bouncers from the local club. 

They all crowded round it, above it, its head still locked between the boots . Other boots started kicking it, scraping it. One sole was held to its face hole to lick them clean of the street filth….then another until it almost puked from a vicious stomp on its balls.

‘FUCKIN DISRESPECTFUL CUNT, WHO GAVE ITS CLIT PERMISSION TO GET HARD. FUCKIN FREAK, FILTHY PERVERT. DOES IT THINK IT SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO WHAT IT WANTS? IS IT GETTING ABOVE ITSELF?

Now it really was shaking, with 4 Real Superior Men above it, ‘NO MASTER, sorry MASTER’.

‘reckon your fag needs a little lesson snarled the scary skin, needs to be reminded how disgusting it is, how low, how inferior, subhuman’.

Something was whispered it couldn’t hear, then…

‘OPEN ITS FACE HOLE, STICK ITS EXTINGUISHER OUT, DONT CLOSE ITS EYES. IT DOES NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO BLINK.’

4 Superiors …crowded around it, beers, reds, a faggot at Their feet. 

Then it started….SPLAT!, a huge wad of spit hitting it on the cheek a second followed instantly hitting it on the nose, sliding up its nostrils, a third went straight down its throat the 4th hit it in the eye. it involuntarily blinked and received a stomp into its belly…’NO FUCKIN BLINKING CUNT’. 

The saliva made its eye sore but it managed to squeeze it open. Looked up into the disgusted faces of the Skins, of its MASTER who had an evil grin on His face. 

For an hour they simply spat at it…long slow drools, short angry power shots fired out of their mouths like a weapon, thick green lumps produced from deep coughing dropped into its mouth. All of them delivered with a sneer of disgust, revolt, anger, lust…until it broke. 

Not able to take the mental assault anymore, reduced to its inferior state, not just saying it, feeling it to its core, knowing it, destroyed by the degradation of being spat on. Crushed by Their power, the tears started to flow, it felt so pathetic…truly subhuman. 

Master always started His slaves off with a bare unforgiving cell to live in, just a pile of straw in the corner to sleep and shit in. .

Luxuries can then be added to reward excellent performance. it had taken the latest slave 3 weeks to work hard enough to have the boards removed from the window, the moment it was allowed light again was so powerful it made it break down in fits of sobbing.

The cold, hard bed frame was added 6 weeks after that in exchange for signing over everything it possessed to it’s Owner.

The container to piss and shit in as a reward for becoming its Master full time toilet a week after that. 

‘Please SIR, may it have some of Your spit?’ it begged as it had been ordered.

He was one of MASTER’s friends that it was most scared of. There was something evil about Him, a sadistic cruelty that made the faggot shake with fear and lust. He sneered at it and drooled a huge wad of phlegm onto the floor between His boots.

‘LICK IT UP FAGGOT’

it crawled closer, saw the pool of thick saliva and humbly bowed and licked the floor. ‘Thank you SIR’

‘TURN OVER CUNT, FLAT ON ITS BACK AND LOOK UP AT ME’

it quickly got into position and was immediately slammed on each side of its head as His boots locked it into position…clamping, pressing, hurting. Now it was lying at this Superiors feet, looking up at Him. Once again that terror/lust enveloped it, it couldn’t help panting, whimpering, shaking. 

‘SPREAD ITS LEGS, EXPOSE ITS STINKING CLIT TO ME AND KEEP THAT FUCKIN ASHTRAY AND SPITTOON HOLE OPEN CUNT”.

Another long thread of drool was fed into its mouth, followed by ash. He lent forward put His smoke out on the faggots balls, dropped it in its ash hole, lit another. 

At that moment MASTER came back with two more of His mates, Bouncers from the local club. 

They all crowded round it, above it, its head still locked between the boots . Other boots started kicking it, scraping it. One sole was held to its face hole to lick them clean of the street filth….then another until it almost puked from a vicious stomp on its balls.

‘FUCKIN DISRESPECTFUL CUNT, WHO GAVE ITS CLIT PERMISSION TO GET HARD. FUCKIN FREAK, FILTHY PERVERT. DOES IT THINK IT SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO WHAT IT WANTS? IS IT GETTING ABOVE ITSELF?

Now it really was shaking, with 4 Real Superior Men above it, ‘NO MASTER, sorry MASTER’.

‘reckon your fag needs a little lesson snarled the scary skin, needs to be reminded how disgusting it is, how low, how inferior, subhuman’.

Something was whispered it couldn’t hear, then…

‘OPEN ITS FACE HOLE, STICK ITS EXTINGUISHER OUT, DONT CLOSE ITS EYES. IT DOES NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO BLINK.’

4 Superiors …crowded around it, beers, reds, a faggot at Their feet. 

Then it started….SPLAT!, a huge wad of spit hitting it on the cheek a second followed instantly hitting it on the nose, sliding up its nostrils, a third went straight down its throat the 4th hit it in the eye. it involuntarily blinked and received a stomp into its belly…’NO FUCKIN BLINKING CUNT’. 

The saliva made its eye sore but it managed to squeeze it open. Looked up into the disgusted faces of the Skins, of its MASTER who had an evil grin on His face. 

For an hour they simply spat at it…long slow drools, short angry power shots fired out of their mouths like a weapon, thick green lumps produced from deep coughing dropped into its mouth. All of them delivered with a sneer of disgust, revolt, anger, lust…until it broke. 

Not able to take the mental assault anymore, reduced to its inferior state, not just saying it, feeling it to its core, knowing it, destroyed by the degradation of being spat on. Crushed by Their power, the tears started to flow, it felt so pathetic…truly subhuman.