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BUTT SLAVE BUDDIES

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WE had a simple bet, we would play three hands of poker.  The best of three
was the winner.  The loser was the personal servant to the winner for three
weeks.  The length of time that it was believed that the strike our
contracting union would be on.
What I didn't count on was the extent of the submission and that I would be
the loser.
Mike and I had been roommates since graduating from highschool when we
both decided to apprentice in highway construction.  We where buddies from
playing football and rugby.  We scored with many of the same girls and
partied with the same crowd.
We were like brothers and even shared some kind of sibling rivalry.  Mike
really had it in for me because I always scored with girls he picked out as
attractive.  I could just walk up and say, "Wanna Fuck?"  Sure I'd get
slapped a couple of times, but many of them appreciated the upfront
approach and slept with me.  Leaving Mike in the next room beating off to
the sounds of me and Miss Bigtits slapping together.
Anyway, so the two of us are watching this hockey game on tv on the first
Friday night after the strike is called at work.  We start getting pretty
loaded 'cause we arn't goin' to be working for quite a spell.  As per usual
around the apartment we're not shy and usually wander around in shorts and
a bathrobe.
Well the game goes into overtime and we're getting very drunk.  I know I'm
going to win our bet on the game and start berating him.  Picking on Mike
could be pretty dangerous for most guys.  He's 6'5" and pretty big maybe
250 pounds or so.  We work with our bodies and they have to be pretty big.
I'm  6'1" and 200lbs give or take a beer.  He can take me but its a fairly
dangerous and long fight.  We make a point of not crossing that line.
Anyway Mike is getting a bit upset.  And turns to me and says, "Ok, smart
ass.  We've got three weeks of nothing to do.  At least.  Why don't we make
it kind of interesting."
"OK." I says.
"Let's play some cards after the game.  Three hands.  The loser has to do
whatever the winner says for the next three weeks.  With out question."
We'd had these kind of bets before,  A weekend of fetching beers, making
beds, cooking and doing laundry.  Of course a little horsing around like
the
time I gave him a strapping for dropping a glass while doing dishes once
during a bet.  "Your on I says"  feeling pretty lucky after my team scores
and ends the game.
Well we both won a hand each and then Mike deals me trash and two pairs to
himself.  Damn I thought, its going to be a long three weeks.
Mike got a cruel gleam in his eyes as I laid my cards down.  It had been a
long time since he won one of these bets and three weeks was the longest so
far.  The last time I fed him out of a dish on the floor and made him sleep
in the bathroom.
I sank to the floor to kiss his feet, a sort of ritual with these things.
His feet stank of stale sweat, Mike is not fond of bathing.  I pushed my
lips to his upturned soles and kissed each foot.  "Don't stop there." He
says.  "Make your way up the legs.  I've got something different in mind."
What the fuck is going on I think. But the rules are, no questions.  He ate
a
whole can of Alpo when I told him to, and he licked the bowl.  So I begin
kissing my way up his legs, one to the other, very slowly, not sure of how
far he was going to take this.  Soon, though, I get up to where his hairy
legs meet his shorts and I can smell three days of unwashed cock skin.  He
can be quite the pig.  I look up to his eyes with a questioned look on my
face.  His smiles down and belches, "I got some different Ideas for this
time.  I'm going to make you regret the way you've been treating me. Now
lift
the top of my briefs down with you mouth.
Tears well in my eyes when I realize what he has in mind.  I couldn't
refuse
'cause he's right  treat him like shit and I deserve to get a little back.
The only problem is I think he's going right over board.  And I really
couldn't win  fight against him if I wanted to.  So I put my mouth over the
sweaty band of his white stained shorts and pull them down.  His soft
stinky cock fell across my cheek.  Leaving moisture on my face. I look up
at
him again.
"Lick my pee pee hole Brad.  You'd better get used to it.  I think I going
to
want that I lot after a day of picketing."
His cock head was poking its shiny head trough the foreskin and smelled
pretty heavy of cockcheese.  I gagged at the tough but stuck my tongue out
and licked the tip.   A bit up pre-cum stuck to my tongue and I tasted his
cheese as my tongue returned to my mouth.  He told me to start cleaning his
dick with my tongue and I did.  By the time I was finished it was fully
hard
and sticking straight up towards his stomach.  He lifted my head from his
cock and a tear rolled from my eye.  He led me back into the living room
and
sat in front of the tv with a beer.  "Suck it off Bradley Boy I'm pretty
horny and want to get my nuts off.
I sucked and slobbered all aver his meat all the way through the late news.

I tried my best to swallow his cock but it kept gagging me.  Finally as the
news ended he started breathing funny and his dick started throbbing in my
mouth.  He grabbed my head and thrust it deep in to my throat and started
flooding my mouth with his musky spunk.  He pulled out and a string of cum
ran from my mouth to his still throbbing cockhead.  His cunm laid in a
puddle on my tongue.  He looked down and said, "finish the job boy.
SWALLOW it !" I looked at his pleading.  He took no mercy.  I swallowed
gagging at what was in my mouth.  Then he made me clean his dick head with
my mouth.
The beers must have been putting on some heavy pressure on him.  I knew
that I had to pee pretty bad.  So, after I swab his dick he grabs my
shoulders and throws me back on the floor.  He tree trunk legs pinning my
arms flat on the floor.  His softening cock laid on my neck.  He lifted it
to
my lips and told me to open up again.  The wrinkled shin drooped into my
gapping open mouth.  He giggled and said, "I hope your thirsty boy.  I have
something warm for you to drink."
Oh god no! I thought.  But it was too late he started with a trickle and
told me that if I didn't want to drowned in his urine I 'd better drink up.
He hadn't pissed since we started drinking, a case of beer ago.  It was
strong and bitter.  Soon he was pissing full thrust.  His salty flow filled
my mouth faster than I could gulp it down.  His musky pee ran down my
bloated cheeks and down my neck.  Soon my ears where wet with pee and my
whole face.  He peed for at least two minutes full thrust.  He must have a
huge blatter.  I felt I was going to pass out.   Finally it slowed down and
then in starts and stops finally ended.  He looked down and had a
displeased look on his face. "Boy you made a mess of the carpet.  That
won't do.  I think you've got to learn how to clean things up. "
With that he swivelled around facing my legs.  I looked up to his hairy bag
and filthy bung hole.  I don't think he knew what toilet paper was for.
His
hole was slick with the shit that he took earlier when we got back from the
Beerstore. "Now Boy," he instructed.  :"You are going to learn to keep
things clean by started with my butt hole.  I had a pretty wet one earlier.

So you'd better work pretty hard at it"
"Come on Mike" I blurted out.
He grabbed my bag and wrenched on it.  I screamed and he lowered his ass to
my face.  I could smell the disgusting shit at his butt approached my nose.

"Come on Boy stick that tongue into my dirty butt hole. "
He punched my balls and I cramped in pain.  I couldn't curl up because his
body prevented me from moving anywhere.   When I caught my breath I
tentatively stuck my tongue into his shitty asshole.  It was slick like
snot.  He pushed his ass down on my mouth and I had no choice but to
continue.  I licked and sucked at his ass for what must have been an hour.
By the end of it my mouth and tongue was sore and tired.  not to mention
that my throat hurt from the earlier abuse.  He asshole was a bright clean
pink, shiny from my spit.  Finally he got up and said.  "that's better" I
think its time for me to go to bed.  With that he grabbed me by the hair
and
dragged me into the shitter.  I spent the night tied up in the bathtub.
Mike
came in a couple of times and pissed on me.
    The next morning Mike laid down the rules for the three weeks to
follow.  I was to be his toilet and slave.  I was his to use as he saw fit.

You know, it's been a lot longer than three weeks and I don't think I'm
going
to say anything.






Your bidding master?