Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2003 16:21:42 +0200
From: jaken <jaken@email.si>
Subject: hireling: hireling-9

   hireling-9

   Please ignore the mistakes!


   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.
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   EXTREME POINT
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   I went home that day and had to return with my car to pick
up Deman, as instructed. The cum dried off on my head and in
my hair. I did not check what my face looked like. I waited in
my car in front of the dorm. I changed in my jeans and Tshirt
I had on since the first time I came to work in the dorm. I
stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette.  I haven't had it
for quite some time.
   Deman came out in a few minutes and we left.

   "I want to see where you live. Take me to your place."

   I haven't cleaned the house nor its surroundings as I was
not expecting anyone. I became nervous and thought of the ways
to sneak inside the house to pick some of the clothes hanging
around the house before he enters.

   "So why did you change your outfit? You have any work
clothes at home? Stop the car. Get out."

   We were standing aside the main-road and I sure hoped he did
not want to make me change my clothes there. He sat on the
driver's seat and drew off. I started running after him and he
drew to the next bus station and waited for me. I ran for like
a mile or so.
   When I reached the car I wanted to take a sit but he pushed
me out with his foot.

   "Put your sneakers off and the socks. Yea, That's better.
Are you wearing the shorts?"

   "Yes, Boss!" I stood barefoot on the pavement aside the car
when a buss arrived. He just drew off and I started walking
after him. I was too embarrassed to run after him at that
point. Maybe I was lucky no one of the people that got off the
buss noticed my barefoot as I was walking in the grass beside
the pavement hoping not to stand in any dog-shit or alike.
   I knew I had to run so I started. My feet hurt hitting the
ground as there were all sorts of trash people threw out of
the car while driving and the pavement was not a better choice
either.
   I saw him stopping the car in front of a pub and getting out
of the car.

   "Please Boss. Can I drive with you, please?"
   "Well. I don't know. Stand over here." He positioned me with
my back leaning on the car and grabbed my neck and kicked me
in the crotch two times then pulled on my Tshirt tearing it a
bit around the neck and throwing me to the ground.
   I didn't have a chance going to toilet and my bladder was
full. When he kicked me for the second time I could no longer
hold my piss and wet my jeans.

   "You jerk. Can't you hold your piss?" I was lying on my back
looking up at him. I felt miserable. I pissed myself in the
street and the few people that got out of the bus were
approaching.

   "I am sorry, Boss. My bladder was full. Please let me drive
with you." I got to my knees saying that.

   He turned away and went inside the car then drew off again.
A guy from inside the pub came to me. I got to my feet and the
wet spot was obvious. I tried to hide it.

   "What's going on?" He looked me up and down and noticed my
barefoot and torn Tshirt. "You're looking for trouble or what?
He pushed me then jumped in me scaring me off and stepping on
my toes by accident. I screamed out when he pushed harder and
I started running. Two people that came off the bus were
approaching and saw what was going on.

   I heard them talking.
   "Did he piss himself?"
   "The pervert is looking for trouble. I saw him provoking the
guy in that car."

   I ran on the pavement hurting my feet a lot. I did not think
of walking again. I was exhausted. I was not used to such
running. As I ran the spot got bigger as some of the piss
leaked through the shorts I wore.
   I did not see my car anywhere. I ran as fast as I could not
wanting anyone to notice I'd pissed myself. Another bus drew
by and I saw a few people laugh and pointing at me making
others look at me from the back of the bus.
   I could not hide anywhere or go off the main-road because I
had to follow Deman. He did not know where my house was.
   After a while I got to the people that got off the bus at
the next station. I was afraid someone might recognize me as I
was near to where I lived. I looked at my jeans and the spot
was not so obvious anymore. I ran almost 2 miles (3 km). My
feet hurt and I was exhausted. I saw Deman waiting in the car
at the station. I ran pass the people that got off the bus and
went to the driver's side of the car. The window was open and
he was smoking a cigarette.

   He looked at my crotch then put the cigarette off on the wet
spot. I instinctively flinched as it was near where he put it
off on my thigh a few days earlier. The jeans were light blue
colour with a black spot:).

   He pulled harder on my Tshirt tearing it even more. I
squatted by the car and looked up at him. I felt so inferior.
I put one knee to the ground. I was happy to kneel in front of
him although he did not see it.

   "Look at yourself. You look like a hobo. What will people
think when they see you?" he slapped me.

   "Sorry Boss. I have nothing else to wear in the car."

   "Open your mouth! Put your tongue out!" I surely looked like
a crazy little puppy waiting for a cookie. I looked at him
knowing I was nothing.
   He put the cigarette, that he put off on my jeans, inside my
mouth.


   "Don't swallow it! Get inside the car."

   I went around and sat on the passenger seat. With the
cigarette under my tongue I thanked him "Thank you Boss for
letting me drive with you."
   I started to fasten my seat-belt. He grabbed me by my Tshirt
and started pushing me in the back of the car in between the
front seats.

   "Who told you to sit in the front? Get your fucking pissed
ass away from me, you jerk. Public toilets smell better than
you!"

   He was punching me with his right fist on my ass and legs
the whole time when I was trying to get on the back-seat.
   "Put the jeans off. You can't run around pissed like a
baby."

   "Yes Boss. Sorry." I put the jeans off

   "Get out of the car. This is not a toilet!"
    I went around to his side again and stood still. The
cigarette inside my mouth has disintegrated by now. He pulled
me down by my Tshirt again. Now one side was almost torn to
half, on shoulders the Tshirt was torn apart and the cloth
hung a bit round my neck and on one side.

   I was in his torn and pissed shorts and my torn Tshirt;
barefoot standing in the street with cars passing by
frequently. He took the jeans I left in the back of the car
and threw them outside the car on the ground.

   "You either carry them or leave them here. The surely won't
stay in the car. How far is it to your home?"

   "Half a mile, not more. You have to turn right after the
sign there and along the country road. On the left side there
is my house."



   "I don't know. Swallow! Start running. NOW! GO!"
   I swallowed what was left of the cigarette, grabbed the
jeans and started running as fast as I could. My cock swung a
bit as it was semi hard. I tried to hold my Tshirt so it
wouldn't be obvious in what condition it was.
   I was happy not having many neighbours. When I got to the
country-road I soon hear a car approaching me from behind. It
was Deman.

   "Go faster!" he shouted. I ran as fast as I could not
watching my step.
   I opened the gate for him then went to the car and opened
the door for him.

   "Put your jeans to the ground." He stepped on them coming
out of the car and wiped his feet. He then dragged them with
his sneakers on the grass and dirt. "Now put them on. You
can't walk around in your underwear! Who do you think you
are?"

   "Yes Sir. Sorry." I put them on. They were all dirty from
dirt and grass. The jeans were not so old. I looked at him
with respect and went to my knees.
   He looked so much better than me. Dressed nice, clean,
beautiful. I felt totally inferior to him and waited for his
next move.
   "Thank you Boss." I put my hands on my back and looked at
him approaching me.
   He started massaging my cock with his sneaker then kicking
my balls slowly.

   "You seem to be able to learn something, but I guess you
need a strong lesson to show you your place." He slapped my
face and I looked up at him. He humiliated me a lot and I was
not able to think much. He was programming my mind at this
point. I was eager to satisfy him. "Can you evaluate your
current state? You know you look miserable! You are nobody!
Nothing! You can't even hold your piss, can you? Your bladder
is full... Let me see how much piss it holds. Go on. Let it
out you poor baby!"

   I felt the humiliation he was giving me. He gained more and
more power over me with the degrading words. I started pissing
inside the shorts and jeans. The warm liquid ran down my
trouser legs making a small puddle round my knees.

   "Thank you, Sir." He laughed at me. His smile was so nice. I
wanted to crawl for him, to be whatever he wanted me to be.

   "You poor thing. Look at yourself now. I think you need
help. You are not able to live on your own. You should be put
under constant supervision. You look like a pig."
   He grabbed me by my neck and pushed my face inside the wet
grass and soil. "Eat up your offal, you scum. Open your pig
mouth!"
   I opened my mouth and tried to get the piss-soaked soil
inside my mouth.
   "You are not good enough to even use a toilet, you pig!"

   He pulled me by the Tshirt all the way to the front door
like pulling a sack. My ass was wet from piss and I was surely
all dirty from behind because my ass was on the ground the
whole time. He tore the Tshirt totally then wrapped it round
my neck behind my head and pulled me more like this; I held
the Tshirt as it was suffocating me.

   "Unlock the door!" I got to my feet and started unlocking.
He looked angrily at me then pushed me so I fell on my ass.
"Crawl you low-life creature!"
   He threw the ripped Tshirt at my face. Clean my sneakers.
Yea. Lick them."
   I licked and wiped them with the Tshirt. He spat on my head
a few times.
   "That will do. Open the fucking door." He slapped me over my
head then kicked my ass. I quickly unlocked and pushed the
door open then looked at him.
   He went behind me and pushed me forward. "Lie on the floor."
   He started walking over my ass and back inside the house. My
head was on the floor on a side.

   "Open your mouth. Stick out that tongue." He stepped on it
with his sneaker and pushed the sneaker inside my mouth. "This
is how I want you. You better not try to disobey me." With
that he smashed my face with his sole. I smelled my piss. He
surely went over the puddle I made. My face was muddy from
rooting.
   He went inside and I heard noises. He opened wardrobes, went
from one room to another, to my bedroom, kitchen, living-
room...
   He returned with a belt and squatted over me then started
whipping my back and ass.

   "Ouch. Ouch."
   "You should learn to take such pain. I don't see you will
make progress fast enough to avoid the discipline!" he hit
harder for about 20 times. I was moaning in pain and smelled
his feet above me.
   Then he put the belt around my neck and pulled me forward. I
got on all four and crawled after him inside the toilet.

   "Climb inside the bath-tub." He opened cold water and
started pouring it over me. He took the toilet-brush (for
cleaning inside the toilet) and pushed it over my face. "Open
that fucking mouth you scum." He pushed the dirty brush inside
my mouth. It made me vomit as he just kept pushing it inside
and poured the dirty water from the bowl (where the brush
stands) inside my mouth.
   I could not believe what he was doing. The smell and taste
were awful. I leaned forward and vomited over my trousers. I
felt so low. I thought of making him leave the house. That was
too much, he should not do that.

   He must of notice the look on my face and slapped me hard
then pulled on the belt and tied me to a pipe.

   "You pig. Was the lunch not good enough for you?" He tied me
very hard and I could hardly breathe. I looked at him in fear.
   "Please Sir. Let me go. I can't breathe." I started to panic
and he opened the cold water over my head.
   "You won't go anywhere!" He took some of the puke in his
hand and pushed it in my mouth. "Chew on it. We don't want to
throw valuable food away, do we?"

   I tried to say "No Sir." And he just pushed more puke inside
my mouth.
   I started crying. I don't know how it happened. Tears just
ran down my face.

   "Please Deman. I can't eat that. Please Stop. I will be
good. I promise to be good. I will do whatever you say." I
cried more. I couldn't stop. My mind wanted to beg him. I just
looked at him and begged him to hear me.

   "Yea. Cry you whimp. You are no good. I should never have
spent time on you. You are such a muck." He untied the belt
from the pipe and turned off the water. I was shivering from
cold. "Run to your momy. I don't want to ever sea you again.
You better never show up again in front of my face or I'll
beat the hell out of you." He grabbed my neck, lifted me some
then threw me back in the tub and started walking out of the
bathroom.

   "Please Master. Don't go. Please. I am so sorry. I will eat
everything up." I went to my knees and started eating my puke
out of the tub. I was so afraid to lose him.
   I did not taste the puke I just swallowed and begged he
would stay. "Please Master." I continued eating it up and
licking the tub clean when he started pissing over my head
then grabbed the belt and forced his cock in my mouth.
   I sucked and swallowed the bitter liquid as fast as I could.
I did not dare to spill any and I was better not to. I looked
up at him in submission and total devotion. I was so thankful
he flushed the puke with his piss. It tasted so good.
   I did not have a chance to see his cock but it felt so good
having it in my mouth and receiving his piss. I felt like his
toilet and was to swallow whatever he would give me.
   I felt so poor. I was in dirty jeans, puked, pissed, muddy
looking up at my hot Master giving me lessons and discipline.


   I`d made my decision clear to me and to Deman. I know it was
the only choice he gave me, except for the job offer which is
essential but of different kind.
   When I was looking up at him admiring him and his look my
mind begged for his mercy and I removed any borders to my
freedom and devoted myself to his will with perfect trust.

   "Get out of the tub. And get the overalls you wore in the
beginning."
   "Yes Boss."

   It was inside the bathroom as I had my laundry there.

   "Put it on."

   I pulled it over my dirty jeans and body then zipped it up.
I went on my knees beside the toilet and looked at him.

   "You know why you put the overalls on?"

   "Sir, I think because I stink. Thank you, Sir"

   He turned me to face the toilet and sat on my shoulders
making my head hung inside the toilet. I leaned on my hands
just enough I could breath.

   "I see the cum has dried nicely." He ran his hands over my
head, pulled on my ears. "Open your mouth and stick your
tongue out." He pushed his fingers inside my mouth making me
clean them. I sucked on them and he cleaned his finger-nails
on my teeth. He put a cloth peg on my tongue then made me
close my mouth and took the brush to get some water over my
head. When he was pulling it up from inside the toilet he
would always wet my face and mouth with it.

   "Open your mouth." He put the brush in my mouth to hold it
then put shaving foam on my head. "You better hold still or I
might cut your skin, scum!"

   In position I was in I could not say a word. I felt the
razor on my head and tried to hold still. I felt being marked
by him. That was his first change he made on my body.

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   Author: jaken, jaken@email.si

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