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.