Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 12:53:13 -0000
From: TedGay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: The Lad on the Fruit and Veg Stall: Part 4

Last Saturday I got there early just as Jason was setting up the stall,
getting things out of the back of a big truck which is parked by the
stall all day. He told me to climb in, and behind boxes of fruit and veg
I found a mattress and a pillow, which he told me to lie on naked.

`I need cum and piss breaks when I'm working my arse off on this bloody
stall,' he said. `So whenever I climb in the back of the lorry during
the day, you better be ready to take whatever I give you, fuckface! If I
say "heads" you open your fuckin' mouf wide and get ready for my spunk
or piss. You won't know which till I either fuck your face or start
pissing dahn yer fuckin' froat! If I say "tails" you turn over and
lift yer arse in the air ready for me 9" of man meat. Got it?'

`Yes Jason, thank you Jason, it's a pleasure to be of service to you,'
I said, thinking of how I now had to cancel all my plans for today.
People were expecting me, but I'd have to ring them and say I was
otherwise engaged.

`'Ere, sniff these to get ya all worked up and ready for my piss `n'
cum,' said Jason, taking off his underpants and throwing them at me.
`Now my cock's ready for sucking or fucking all day. It's fuckin'
oozing pre-cum right now. Lick it up, fuckface!'

Jason came over to me with his ramrod prick sticking straight out, and a
huge silver cord of his pre-cum with a big glob on the end was dangling
down from his uncut cockhead, which was also glistening with pre-cum.
Eagerly I stuck my tongue out and let the obscene mess coat my tongue. An
electric thrill shot thru me because it tasted so delicious. I lapped up
the drooling pre-cum eagerly, and then worked my tongue round the inside
of his foreskin, which was full of his sweet pre-cum, still oozing from
his cockhead.

`That's just a taste of what you've got cummin'!' said Jason, as he
zipped up his jeans and jumped down to take a crate of bananas out of the
truck. `You better be ready for me or else!'

I picked up the briefs which Jason had just taken off and thrown at me.
They smelt of his piss and spunk. There were wet piss stains and the
material at the front was starched stiff with his spunk. As I've told
you before, Jason is a filthy bugger, he is spunking in his jeans all day
long. Always playing with his cock whilst working and cumming his load
inside his underpants. I knew today, without underpants, he'd be
spunking directly into his jeans, when not cumming in my mouth or up my
arse.

I buried my face into the inside of Jason's briefs and the smell and
taste sent my head reeling as I licked at the piss and spunk stains.

Thirty minutes later, with my face still buried in his briefs, Jason
climbed into the truck and shouted `Tails'. I was already on my belly
sniffing and licking Jason's discarded briefs, so all I had to do was
get on my knees and lift my bum in the air, ready to receive Jason's
nine inches. As I continued to lick his piss and cum-stained underwear,
he fucked me good and hard:  `You dirty fuckin' cunt! That's right,
lick up my piss and spunk from my briefs. You'll be doing all my
underwear laundry like that from now on, and you'll fuckin' pay me for
the privilege!' He said as he fucked me.

I felt Jason's big prick throb as he shot his load up me, then he zipped
up and left, taking a sack of potatoes with him. Fifteen minutes later he
was back, this time shouting: `heads!' I sat on the mattress with his
discarded briefs over my head, and he stuck his big cock thru the slit at
the front and into my open mouth. I didn't know if I was supposed to
suck, or just wait for his piss, but almost immediately a flood of his
filthy hot stinking urine jetted out and filled my mouth. I swallowed and
gulped down the contents of his bladder as he emptied it: `That's
right, drink up. I knew you were fuckin' thirsty, so I saved this up for
you all night!' said Jason as he filled my mouth up with piss over and
over again. I managed to swallow the foul tasting liquid without spilling
a drop, and although it was acrid and bitter, I loved the flavour. I knew
my mouth was Jason's urinal, and like a good urinal I got to love
draining away his piss.

About half an hour later Jason climbed into the lorry again shouting:
`heads', but this time there was someone with him. It was Jason's
younger platinum-blond brother Jamie. `Feed the mother fucker, Jamie!'
said Jason, and his brother unzipped and stuck his 8" cock into my mouth
and started slowly fucking it. `Oh yeah, this feels fuckin' wicked!'
said Jamie. `Slowly, slowly! That feels goooood! Oh yeah,  I'm fuckin'
gonna shoot my load dahn yer froat!' The young lad's cock (he was 16)
started throbbing, and a second later my mouth was being pumped full of
thick, sweet teenage sperm. Jamie's spunk was really tasty, like a
teenager's should be. I swallowed 6 big mouthfuls, then Jamie washed it
down with his teenage piss. Jason had watched all this, jerking his cock
to near-orgasm, and as soon as Jamie finished pissing and pulled away,
Jason stuck his cock in my mouth and unloaded his big spunky orgasm. I
swallowed the mess, and it too was washed down with piss; Jason's piss
this time.

All day long, every twenty minutes or so, Jason came in and either fed me
his piss and/or cum, or fucked me up the arse. In between I sniffed and
licked his piss and spunk stained briefs. I came many times myself.
 Jamie came back 6 times during the day and each time he too spunked and
then pissed down my throat.

As for Jason, by 5pm I counted 32 times he had orgasmed in my mouth or up
my arse, and I'd also drunk a load of his piss.

As he was loading the truck at the end of the day, he came over to me and
gave me a piece of paper. I unfolded it, and saw it was an invoice. I
read what it said:

`For the privilege of servicing Jason and Jamie all day 200 pounds.
Jamie's piss 50 pounds. Jamie's spunk 100 pounds. Jason's piss 100
pounds. Jason's spunk 200 pounds. Jason's stained briefs tongue laundry
service 50 pounds. Gratuities for Jamie and Jason 50 pounds each. Total:
750 pounds.'

I looked up astounded that I was expected to pay for giving them sexual
pleasure all day, allowing them to use my mouth and throat as a urinal,
and for cleaning Jason's briefs with my tongue. They were now,
incidentally, very clean, with no spunk or piss left on them. Even the
skid marks at the back had been cleaned right off with my tongue.

`Pay up, we know you've got plenty of money,' said Jason, as Jamie
joined him. `And here's your laundry for the next week. We want all
these licked clean by next Saturday, and £100 for the privilege of doing
our laundry.' Jason handed me two bags, one marked `Jason's laundry'
and the other marked `Jamie's laundry'. They manhandled me up, and
frog-marched me over the road to the nearest cash machine. They stood
over me as I drew out the maximum amount of 200 pounds.

`Not nearly enough!' said Jason. `Give me your card!' Meekly I handed
him my cash card, and told him my pin number. I was Jason's slave, and
knew I had to do whatever he said.

I went home and examined the contents of the laundry bags. They were
filled with Jason and Jamie's filthy spunk, piss and shit stained
underpants, but not only that. There were also t-shirts reeking of their
sweat, and sweaty sox. Also the jeans Jason had been wearing on the stall
all day without underpants. The jeans were stained and stiff with his
spunk. (He had changed into clean ones in the back of the truck.) I had
to clean the lot with my tongue by next Saturday, and pay 100 pounds for
the privilege.

I thoroughly enjoyed doing this, and by next Saturday I was completely
obsessed by the smell and flavour of Jason and Jamie's excretions. Like
a drug addict, I could hardly wait for more. I wasn't disappointed, and
this week Jason had charged loads of his mates to jump in the truck
throughout the day and feed me their piss and spunk, or fuck me up the
arse. I found I was servicing young men all day without a break, often
two or three at a time. I was spit roasted many times, and at the end of
the day I had 10 bags of dirty laundry from all these lads to clean with
my tongue.

I never got my bank card back. From my bank statements I saw that Jason
and Jamie were regularly emptying my account of 200 pounds a day. I had
to transfer money from my deposit account to cover it. At the rate of
over 6000 pounds a month my life savings were very soon all gone. But
those few months were Heaven, and it didn't finish when the money ran
out.

`So we've emptied your fuckin' bank accounts `ave we?' said Jason.
`Well you'll have to fuckin' earn some more won't cha!' He then made
me give up my home and my job, and I had to live in the back of the truck
day and night. He'd drive it around London and all over the place, and I
had to service men all day and night. I was fucked up the arse and in my
mouth day and night. Jason made a packet because he not only charged to
have sex with me, or to use my mouth as their urinal, but he charged
others to watch. Rows of benches were placed in the back of the truck so
men could sit and watch the show, and encourage the performers to degrade
me even further. At times I had to kneel while 10 men all pissed and
spunked in my mouth and all over me, watched by an audience of 50 or
more.

Jason and Jamie have now moved into the male brothel business full-time.
As well as the truck, which visits outlying villages and remote
farmhouses, they have a big male brothel in London. I am just one of many
guys they have captured and enslaved. Sometimes I work in the London
brothel, sometimes in the truck. Always I am chained up along with other
slaves. We suck cock and drink piss all day and night, and even when
asleep are frequently woken up with a big cock up our arses or shoved
down our throats.

Jason and Jamie still use my mouth and arse several times a day, and no
matter how many men I service, Jason is always the best, with Jamie a
close second. I am still Jason's personal sex slave and piss drinker,
and my tongue is all that is ever used to bathe his most intimate places,
and clean his filthy underwear.