Date: Mon, 03 Nov 2003 01:45:20 +0100
From: jaken <jaken@email.si>
Subject: hireling: hireling-10.txt

   hireling-10

   Author: jaken, jaken@email.si, from Slovenia


   Please ignore the mistakes!

   Story involves sex, domination, joy and  satisfaction!

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   Story is fictional.
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   I felt the razor moving over my head. Deman flushed the
toiled often making the water
splash over my face. I held the brush in my mouth like holding
a bone, not being able to move
much. He was sitting on my back pushing my head down inside
the toilet.
   I felt so dirty and I was dirty under the overalls. I did
not dare to move or make a sound
because I was so thankful for his attention. The razor glided
over my head and I felt such
perfection and happiness satisfying his desires.
   When he was done he took the brush and pushed my head
inside the toilet then flushed it
two times using the brush to make my head clean of the foam
then dropped the toilet seat over
my head.
   He tied a rope at the back of the toilet seat and over it
round my neck twice and down
round the toilet making my head secured inside the toilet then
flushed again. I tried to move
as the water splashed over my face and head.

   "Stay still you scum!" Deman kicked me in the crotch then
tied my hands on my back and
secured them tying the rope round my neck. I could hardly
breathe. He spread my legs apart
and tied them.
   I heard him leave the room. After 15 minutes or so he
returned.

   "Drink some water!" He flushed the toilet and I sipped the
water and swallowed. The
cloth-peg made it hard for me to swallow.
   He sat on the toilet-seat making me suffocate. I started to
panic and tried to get loose from
the bondage he gave me and pulled on the ropes making me
suffocate even more. I felt a can
over my ass.
   He had no mercy.

   "Can't you hold your breath? You scum! I am very
disappointed with you!" He hit harder
and I screamed inside the toilet. He would just flush it then
get up. I breathe in deeply. He
continued canning me. I cried out of pain. I could not move an
inch and he just hit harder then
started kicking my ass. My ass creek still hurt from him
canning it. I cried and screamed
inside the toilet. I was sweating from the pain and could not
control my body nor my
thoughts.
   He started canning my bare feet which still hurt from
running barefoot. I was so dirty and
the toilet was not very clean either as I had no time cleaning
it. I smelled the scent. Sweat ran
down my face, inside my eyes. It ached . I was in agony and he
sat on the toilet-seat again
then flushed.

   "Shout all you want, you scum! I will show you how much
respect I need to receive from
you!" He would can my ass and my crack again. I did not know
If I was happy having the
dirty jeans under the overalls. I felt the power he used on me
would go through anything.

   I started mumbling trying to make words with that cloth-peg
on my tongue "Please
Master. Ooouch. I beg of you. Please." Water flushed over my
head again.

   "Silence, you whimp! You will survive this so shut the fuck
up!!" I felt him whipping my
back with a belt. He seemed to enjoy it very much! It seemed
like he had a rhythm of a kind.
He was bumping on the toilet seat and whipping from left to
right and I could not but cry
screaming the pain.

   He stopped and flushed my head again. I heard him lit a
cigarette. I was helpless under his
mercy. He could do just about anything to me. I was suffering
in pain. I did not know what
part of my body hurt more intense.

   "I will not give you any choice. You can not escape away
from me. You are in no position
to make any demands as I can do whatever I want with you. The
better you are the less you
will need to be punished. You better become aware this actions
are necessary." I felt the belt
again. I could not feel pain anymore. I just hung feeble with
my head inside the toilet hearing
the belt whipping my body. I lost myself at that point. He
woke me flushing the water. I had
no idea of what had happened.

   "Stay with me, you pervert. You want to escape the pain or
something? This body is yours
and the pain should be obvious to you." He tore the overalls
apart exposing my ass and dirty
jeans. He pointed cold water from the shower washing my
trousers. It felt so good. The pain
eased.
   I mumbled "Thank you, Master" through the cloth-peg in my
mouth making weird
sounds. He tore the overalls more and started canning my ass
more through the jeans. He just
hit and hit harder and faster. I lost control and started
pissing myself.

   "Yea. That's what I want to see. You being out of control!
You poor baby. I told you, you
can not live on your own. Look at what you have just done!" He
spanked me some more. "I
will show you not to do that again you pig. The canning
continued and I wanted to beg him to
stop. With each hit I was more degraded and less human. I felt
having no power at all. I was
to just be, to exist for someone's purpose.

   He untied me and led me outside the house. "Undress! I want
you naked at my feet.
Faster!" He tripped me so I fell to the ground. I continued
undressing then went at his feet. I
had no chance to see the bruises.

   "So, boy. I guess you took the initiation well. You look
much better now. Did you learn
anything?"

   I looked up at him. "Thank You Master. I learned not to
disobey you ever again."

   He smiled down at me and played with my mouth using his
toes pushing me back to the
ground. It felt so good lying in the grass and I enjoyed so
much he played with me. He took a
stick he beat me with earlier and threw it.
   "Go! Catch." I crawled after it and brought it back in my
mouth. I put it down at his feet
and started licking his toes. They smelled so good and tasted
perfect. I sucked them like crazy
while he caressed my back with the can and patted me with it.
I was afraid of his next action
of him beating me more. I looked at him and wanted to smell
him.
   I tried to get closer to his crotch to sniff it and enjoy
the boy smell. He would each time
push me back with his foot making me lick it. I looked at him
most of the time admiring his
face, his eyes, his look. He watched my every move and I was
nervous to satisfy him.

   "Turn around and expose your ass. Yes. Show it to me." He
pushed his toe inside. It hurt
very much as my hole was canned but I tried not to make a
sound. My body shivered in pain
and I held the grass with my hands and grabbed the soil.
   He pulled me closer and went inside with his fingers,
twisting them around.

   "Come here, Fido!" I turned and he got the button out of my
ass and put it inside my
mouth. "yes. Suck on it. Bring your pyjamas. They are in the
car. Go, go!"

   He grabbed my cock and pushed me forward kicking me in the
ass. He forced me to crawl
and get the pyjamas and pulled back by my cock and balls. I
pulled as hard as I could then he
let me go and kicked me in the ass so I fell to the ground
then continued crawling.

   "No, come back. Faster!" He grabbed my head with both hands
and squeezed very hard
digging his fingers into my skin. "You don't want to be late
tomorrow. You may shower in
the morning." He brought the uniform Mr. Rigory gave to me
first out of the car. The plastic
trousers and the dirty shirt with which I scrubbed the floor
in the basement.
   "You may wear this on your way to work tomorrow." He gave
me no shoes or sneakers. I
looked at him begging for shoes but he just left inside the
house.
   I heard him doing something but was not sure what. He
returned dressed in one of my best
clothes. He really looked perfect in it. I looked at him with
pride and happiness. He seemed so
beautiful to me. And here I was naked on my knees, muddy and
smelly all beaten up. He just
smiled at the sight of me and came closer.
   He put a plastic bag over my head and made a hole for my
mouth and inserted his fingers
for me to lick. He stepped on my cock then pushed my head
lower then gave me his cock to
suck.
   I felt no pain. I sucked on it with such lust and delight I
could not describe. I felt being
rewarded. I wanted to see his hard tool that he was pushing
down my throat. He just pumped
my mouth like fucking my ass. He pushed it all the way each
time and I ran my tongue all
over it. He gave me to suck the head. I played with his piss-
hole and sucked on it, tasting it. I
wanted to look at him. To admire the sight at his powerful
look down at me but all I could see
was the sweat running down the plastic bag. I inhaled through
my mouth as much as I could
but as he pushed his rod all the way each time, and I tried
not to breath as it makes me vomit,
breathing was difficult. He smashed my cock and balls with his
sneakers almost standing on
it, holding my head and pumping his cock.
   I was totally his. I wanted to feel the cock slide down my
throat. I enjoyed him forcing the
pleasure. I might not enjoy it more if he just let me suck
him. In every action he showed his
power he had over me making me more obedient.
   He then grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it all
the way and I felt the jerk
while his cum leaked down my throat. I so much wanted to taste
him. I could not hold it much
longer and shoot my semen under the weight of his foot
standing on my cock. It was at the
same moment I felt his piss ran down my throat.
   I felt totally like a toilet. He just put the liquid inside
me. I heard him zipping up.

   "You may sleep in the kitchen today."

   "Thank you so much for everything, Master"

   He pulled the bag down and gave me a look. I could not but
feel energy floating all over
my body. His look changed. I did not know if there was a
question in his eyes. I looked
meekly at him and surrendered my mind to him. He sat in the
car and gave me one final look
then drew off. I picked up the clothes that were lying round
the house.

   Inside the house everything was a mess. As he checked the
wardrobes he threw much of
my clothes to the floor. The refrigerator was open. I tried to
put on the light but it did not
function. There was a note on the table. I had to clean the
whole house. I was still naked and
he did not instruct me to put on any clothes.
   I looked at my crotch and it needed shaving. I forgot to
obey his order. I recalled the
punishment and felt him beating me for not doing it. I sat on
the toilet and shaved everything
off. The pain on my back and ass was very intense. I could
neither sit nor lean back. The
bruises seemed big as if they had swelled. He let all the hot
water out by leaving the pipe
open.
   I checked the electricity and he had removed all the safety
fuses. I had no chance repairing
it. I started cleaning while there was still some daylight. He
threw all the food out of the
refrigerator into a waste-basket. I knew there was no use in
putting it back and I was not
suppose to do that anyway.
   He wrote I may have something to eat when I am done with
the work and I was hungry.
He had made some effort to get all the food out of the
packing. Everything was mixed up,
marmalade, butter, mayonnaise... thrown over the old brad I
had.
   I went up to my bedroom. He threw everything on my bed.
>From underwear to pictures,
souvenirs and what else was in the drawers. He took all the
money I had at home. There was
not so much but I realized I had none with me anymore.
   I quickly put everything to place and went down to have a
meal. I sat by the basket and
started taking out the food not really checking what I ate. I
ate using my hands and thought of
Deman the whole time. I felt miserable. He took my car, my
money and I was here sitting
naked eating out of the wastebasket.

   ...

   I was so glad having an old alarm clock at home as I could
not afford being late to work. I
had no phone at my house as I used my mobile phone, which was
inside my car.
   I put on the clothes Deman gave me and the pyjamas in a bag
and went through the woods
barefooted. I woke up 4am as I had at least 40 minutes
walking. The shirt I wore was not
totally dry yet as Deman ordered me to wash it before going to
bed. The shirt was torn, the
collar hung down and just two buttons functional. I had sawn
the button on the pyjamas back
on.
   My neck was all red from the ropes he tied round it and I
tried to hide it applying some
cream on it and it helped a bit. My shaved head felt funny and
I ran my hand over it a lot
feeling the smooth skin.
   I reached the dorm some 15 minutes too early. I saw my car
parked there. I checked it and
it was locked.

   Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me forward at
the car then twisting my
hands up. It was Jim, the groundkeeper.

   I almost screamed at the pain as he was pushing against the
bruises. "Silent! What are you
sneaking round cars?" He pushed me harder against the car,
using his knee as well.

   "Please, let me go. This is my car! I just checked if it
was locked."

   "I bet you were. You are making problems since the first
day I saw you!" He pulled me
back so I fell to the ground with my back and tried to get up
but pain was so intense I just fell
back and crept back on my hands a bit.
   He stood over me and started taking clothes out of the bag
I was carrying, throwing them
to the ground. "So what is this? You came to have a nap here?
You sleepwalking?" he kicked
me in my crotch. "Wake up!" I put my hands over my cock and
balls instinctively and fell
down on my back. That hurt like hell. I rolled to a side and
got to all four trying to pick the
clothes and stand up.

   "I start working at 5am. Please just let me in."
   "I know. I have your locker-key. So get a move on. You need
to change."

   I wanted to go in at the front. He hit me over my head and
I turned at him with such anger.
I hated him for being so cruel to me but he just grabbed my
neck. "Back door! Look at
yourself. You are too dirty."

   "OK. You don't have to beat me for that." I turned and
walked in front of him. I felt
powerful until he threw me to the ground and sat on my back
twisting my arms and pushing
my face in the mud.
   "I don't know what is wrong with you, but if you want to
keep your job you will have to
comply to certain rules. Is that clear?" He pushed my face
down and I could not make a word
just sounds.

   "Yes. Sorry. I did not mean any harm. Please get off my
back."
   "You are a poor weak creature so don't think you can make
fun of me." He got off and
was kicking me till I was standing.

   In the basement he unlocked the locker and waited as I
changed. "Hurry up!" I undressed
in front of him not being able to hide. I had the pissed
shorts on, but were quite dry and
changed fast. He locked behind me then gave me a list.

   "Here 's what you have to do. Now go! And wash your feet
before you start walking
around the dorm."

   I took the paper and as it was folded a smaller piece fell
out. I picked it up. I did not know
who's handwriting it was but I was quite sure.

   I started scrubbing the floor in the hall. The dorm had to
be clean before anyone wakes up.
I must not use flip-flops or any other footwear to be as
silent as possible was Deman's order. I
did not have them anyway. I had no idea where they were
either.

   I was done in an hour and I heard first alarm-clock. I was
not to walk around the dorm
when boys started waking up. I still had toilets to clean so I
started doing it fast. Some did not
flush the toilets and the aroma was all over the toilet. I
opened the window and started
cleaning.

   At 9 am I was done cleaning. I had to report to Mr. Rigory
at that time.

   "I see you have found your place in the dorm and I think
boys are satisfied with your
performance. So am I in a way. Stand still. I was doing some
calculation. I am obliged to give
you at least minimum wage. Since you are having meals here I
can not take that away from
your payment. You will therefore have to work longer to make
up that time. Anyway. I don't
think meals are expensive and since you will work longer I
have arranged that you can get an
evening meal after you are done. Since you are living so close
to the dorm I can not give you
any additional payment for getting to work. And here is the
wall you have to pay for. So we
have quite a problem. But since Jim is going to vacation I
have considered the possibility of
you staying here over night what will bring you some extra
money to pay for the damage. But
if you have the money you can pay for it on your own. Have I
made myself clear?"

   I stood in front of him in pissed shorts and barefooted,
standing still, looking at my feet.
The white stripes on the pyjamas were becoming grey, some piss
stains were seen. The
buttons in front hung and needed to be sawn again. The shorts
were tight but still made the fly
spread and I could smell my own piss. The pyjamas shirt was
torn on left elbow and the
material was obviously worn out.

   "Yes Sir. I can not pay for it on my own. So please, if you
think I can make it up this way
I will."


   "It's an option. But you have to stay here today. I will
allow you to go home to take care
of what you have to do and then return. You will take some
courses and Jim will teach you
what you have to do during the nights."

   "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."

   "Try not to ruin your uniform. Maybe you will get another
in time but for now this is what
you wear round here. You can not change each day into some
other uniform. Why are you
barefooted?"

   "Yes Sir. I tried to walk silent, Sir." I was afraid to say
I had no idea where the flip-flops
were.
   "Good of you to think of that. I will show you a room that
is free."

   We went to the basement. There was a room next to the
boiler-room. I think they used it
to keep coal inside. It was all dirty and I looked sad.

   "I think you should clean the room and it will look fine
for you. Just don't get the uniform
dirty. You better take the old jeans you wore the other day.
You can go home now and return
fast."
   "Yes Sir. I have my clothes in the locker."
   "Shit. Jim is gone by now. You'll have to go home wearing
something else. I don't want
you to walk around in uniform, except inside the dorm." He
left and brought me the old jeans
and shirt and threw them to the floor. "Get dressed."

   I changed the shirt and this one was also torn. I tried to
hide my bruises but he did not
seem to pay much attention.

   "Bring your personal ID card with you as I need it to take
care of some papers."

   My bike was lying in the backyard where I had left it.
Deman did not allow me to go get
the car the day before riding the bike home. At home I took
the garbage out and checked if
everything was lost and took some clothes with me, underwear,
jeans, shirts, Tshirts, socks,
toothbrush. Just things I thought I needed.

   I returned and Deman was smoking a cigarette in the yard. I
approached him carrying the
bag.

   "What are you wearing?" He pulled the bag I was carrying
out of my hand, opened it and
threw everything to ground. "What is this? Who allowed you to
do this?"

   He was not satisfied with what I told him had happened. I
had to show him my room.

   "Maybe it's better for you. He pushed me inside so I fell
dirtying the clothes then threw
all my clothes inside as well. He then stepped inside. The
room had no door to close. The
entrance was from the boiler-room.
   I looked at him with fear. I knew I have made a mistake. He
pushed my shaved head
against the wall then pulled me to my feat.
   "I don't like your attitude." He punched me in the stomach.
"I thought I gave you a lesson
yesterday and you disobey me the next day?" He slapped my face
hard.
   "Please Master. I am sorr..."
   He slapped me again then pushed me to all four.  "Lick the
floor!" he started kicking me
with his foot then stepping on my fingers. He took a can from
somewhere and beat my ass
hard. "You better learn or you'll never sit again! You will
have no meal today!" He pulled me
out of my room in the boiler room like a sack, tearing the
clothes I had on. He tied me
exposing my ass and sat on my back then started hitting my
hole with the can again. I moaned
in pain and he would not stop.
   "You are lucky I am in a good mood today!" He tied the
shirt over my mouth and pushed
three fingers up my ass. I screamed in the gag. Then I felt
like his cock up my ass. He pushed
it in with no mercy.
   I cried and screamed in the gag and he pulled my head back
closing my mouth with his
hand and pumped my ass. I have never felt such pain. And his
cock was quite big.
   I did not think of begging him. I accepted the punishment.
He raped me and the pain was
so intense I almost fainted. I was hitting the table/desk with
my cock hurting it with each trust
he gave me. He dig his fingers in my back and pulled me
trusting his cock up my ass shooting
the load. I could not scream as the pain was too intense.


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