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While the gang went to the pub that night, it was fairly quiet after the violent activities of the day. Brian again stayed under the table and was ready to service any cock when his head was grabbed by its owner. However generally he just lay on the floor with a boot over his face. Eventually he returned home and to bed with Jeff whose fucking was comparatively gentle before going to sleep.
Sunday morning was also uneventful as Brian did piss, cum and breakfast duties as required. Then he cleaned up as the guys went to work on their bikes.
He made the mistake of sitting on the lounge after his chores were done. Jack saw him there.
"You are not here to fuckin enjoy yourself cunt"
He dragged Brian out to the verandah.
"I think our boots need cleaning, Don't they?" He yelled to the guys busy with their bikes.
He chained Brian by the neck to the pole then forced him to kneel. Mick came to help and they chained Brian's ankles then brought the chain up to his neck collar so Brian could not get up if he tried. A chair was brought out along with boot polish and cleaning cloths and Jack sat on the chair and shoved one of his army boot onto Brian's cock.
"Start cleaning fuckwit."
Brian tried to clean the boot as it ground down onto his cock and balls. It took a lot before he had it shining to Jack's satisfaction and of course as soon as it was lifted off his balls, the other one came down and had to be cleaned as well.
When finally Jack moved away, Mick sat down and his Wesco Boss boot was jammed down onto Brian's cock. He placed his other boot onto Brian's shoulder and took delight in slamming it into his face if he thought he was not working quickly enough. Rick's harness boots followed, again one on his cock and balls and the other on his shoulder. Mick went round behind and began kicking into Brian's arse to increase the torture.
Brian could not help it. His cock, although being cruelly tortured, stiffened up which had Mick guffawing.
"He loves our boots, the cunt. We have a real Boot slave to play with."
The rest of the morning Brian was forced to clean the guy's boots while each one took a rest and enjoyed twisting and jabbing Brian's cock with their boots. Tony's Rossi boots, Sean's Chippewa Engineer and finally the Linesman boots of his Master, Jeff
When he had finished and all the boots were clean and shiny, they released him from his kneeling position then took him over and backed him against the post. The neck chain was shortened so his head was tight against the post. His arms were pulled round the back and cuffed and his legs were dragged apart.
Some of them found spare boots from inside the house. One pair of army boots was placed on his shoulders and straps were used to crush them into his face so all he could see and feel was the black leather in his face. Several pairs were tied by their laces around his balls and cockhead and allowed to drop. Finally tit clamps were fastened and a pair tied to the chain. Brian was in agony but all they could do was laugh.
"That should keep you horny, all those boots, stop screaming, you love it, don'cha."
He was left like that until it was time to release him so he could serve them in the usual way for lunch, taking care of both their stomachs and their cocks.
And they did not let him alone in the afternoon. Although he had sucked some of them off during lunch, both Rick and Tony dragged him out to their bikes, pushed him over them and took time fucking him. They seemed to cum more if their bikes were involved in the rape.
Finally Jeff hauled him over to the bed that Brian now saw as being his as well as Jeff's. He was thrown down on his back, his legs pushed apart and could only watch and wait as Jeff fisted his monster tool till it was standing out like an iron rod then aimed straight at his hole and plunged in.
"Take it cunthole."
Despite the pain, Brian could see some of the other guys had come over to watch and were jerking off violently and before long as Brian felt Jeff's seed impregnating him, he also was being covered with juices from the other guys.
Then, after recovering, it never seemed to take long, they told him to get dressed and he was back on Jeff's bike being taken home. Another weekend was over.