A weekend of duties

I could not feel more guilty to actually enjoy the ordeal those two subs were about to endure... may be a little bit (well a lot, OK) envious....

Two by two,the crowd came in, some obviously bursting... they had been told to stop on their way home. They were a group of guys from a chapter of a kink club from out of town on a their annual night out: they had their party just outside the other side of the city and this stop was welcome as a last 'hooray' before heading home. I heard they had been contacted by our host in the bar and they organized the stop on their way back...They all had been partying and drinking a lot and were actually glad of the opportunity. I heard a guy say they might not have to stop on their way home after this... then one joked and said a sub maned Paul could help... in case...

After a few minutes getting a drink and me cleaning up behind I found myself in the middle of a raunchy bunch and I could not count how many nor where I was getting groped and pinched and slapped... my tits were still very sore and did not get any help nor compassion from that bunch... during that time the subs in he bathroom were transferred from the shower stall to the tub and I heard a top shouting “don't forget to put the plug in”, so the subs would soak in it.

The guys had been showered generously already and their hair were still wet but it... a couple of guys went in and let go; their streams were so strong the subs were overwhelmed and had to close their eyes before they could open them another guy was on them then another then two more etc... before long the subs were sitting in a pool a couple of inches deep... mostly clear sign that the guys had a lot to drink before. I spotted some guys going back, sign also that they had lots to drink... a long way back for them as they face a 4/5 hour drive...

Meanwhile the party continued and on the top of the hour, as it was the case all night, the guys were treated to a 'show': this time it was the flogging of a sub blindfolded and with his wrists tied to the hook in the ceiling. As the first strike happened the sub started to twist and turn and the red on his back started to show... as he was trying to escape the blows, his body turned and his front started to get hit as well... until someone suggested to hit his legs... so his thighs were fair game and with a few pauses here and there the poor sub took probably a good couple of hundred blows, he was red pretty much from the neck down... as the whipping progressed the moaning increased to the point one of the top reached in the subs bin to dig out a sock which he used to gag the target so the guys could watch and talk and comment rudely... as the sub was getting redder and redder all over, I was coming and going to pick up empties and make sure snacks were available. In doing so, being naked and in chastity, some guys decided that I was a fair target as well and working with the occasional blow was quickly turning into a risky proposition: the host reminded them that I was there to make the party as smooth as possible and was not a “steady” target; it stopped but could not help being felt and touched as I was coming and going... during that time, of course, the bathroom was a continual point of interest:I went to make sure nothing was there to be picked up or cleaned and the spectacle of those two subs still tied together and drenched profusely was a site to make me envious and my cock stated to swell painfully in its cage... the two subs were now sitting in a tub half full and reminded me of two toddlers having a bath... the sub being flogged was declared “done” and untied,he went back to the corner of the room with the other sub left waiting for the wet ones to join them...

As time went by, the leader of the group of visitors rallied his troops: a last rush to the bathroom for a last pee before getting back on their bus and the subs got showered relentlessly and abundantly for a last hooray... with much fan-fair and noisy goodbyes and thank you the visitors left all the tops went to wave them goodbye and for a few minutes I found myself alone with the flogged sub and the two drenched one. The last sub was nowhere to be found and when the tops came back there was looks of interrogation... where was the last sub...

10 minutes later or so, he reappeared and all yes were on him: he had been placed on the bus before the visitors left the house and he was displaying their messages of thanks and gratitude for the impromptu stop. He had been written on with markers and his whole body was defaced. I looked that several guys wrote their message at the same time so his back, front, legs an arms were written on, the messages were up and don and side ways some in black some in blue. I remember thinking the poor guy will have a heck of a job cleaning that mess. He was made to lay on his back first then on his belly so the hosts and the tops could read the messages he was carrying...

When this was done he was returned to the subs corner and him black and blue from the markers and the other red from the flogging made a strange spectacle.

The attention of the tops went back to the bathroom where the two subs were still soaking... strangely the room did not smell much, sure sign of a clear pee-filled bathtub. The subs were ordered up, their ties cut and they were made to wait standing in he shower stall, I was called in to unplug the tub: for thi I had to dive my wrist into the pee accumulated and with the lads out of the tub there was about 6 inches in the tub. It took a couple of minutes to empty and I was promptly assigned to clean the tub and wash it so no smell would linger. By the time I was done, my work inspected, and a firm slap applied to my ass to get me out of the way, the subs were air dried but obviously a musky smell was following them: the were ordered out in the garden, so up the stairs they went and through the kitchen, out the back door and waited there. It was December and you could see they were feeling cold...

I carried on my duties and suddenly I could hear a awful squealing sound from the garden, when I got upstairs I could see through the door left half open the two subs being hosed down in an effort to get the smell off them. They were quickly whisked back in and thrown a towel... as they got dryer they regained their composure and their feeling so they could rejoin the rest of the party downstairs...

Nothing much went on after that, just quiet talk among the remaining quests and a calm that was the sign that everyone had enjoyed and needed some rest. I went for my break, fell asleep wondering how the rest of the party would go: it was supposed to disband in the middle of the afternoon... I guessed it would start with some breakfast for the 6 people still here in addition of the hosts and the two kitchen helpers and myself. A quick rub of the top of my head revealed that growth was happening as I felt a gentle scratch on my palm, same for my pubes which I must say were not noticeable to  the eye and  long lasting smoothness of my crack, ass cheeks and balls... that was actually nice....

Then my attention went on the state of my tits: the redness caused but the heavy suction and biting a few hour earlier was calming down but the sensitivity remained... I feel asleep and  nobody woke me until nearly 7AM the few guests remaining were awake and breakfast had to be served, as I did not have to get dressed I was 'on duty' almost immediately and the pancakes etc...started to make their way downstairs, devoured by the guests: the tops were eating some of course but also throwing some on the floor for the subs to eat. When I arrived downstairs with the next batch, I was treated to the strange spectacle of two guys face on the floor and ass up in the air and wondered what was going on until I saw the rest of pancake... I was told 'clean or eat, in two minutes or less' so I joined in with the subs s I was slightly hungry myself that was not too much of a hardship to be honest... until the first kick slammed my ass launching me flat on my belly across the floor, I was then  poured drinks to 'go with my breakfast' and the licking started, soon after I felt the warm stream of a top pissing on my back: the floor was a total mess, so were the subs and I guessed myself too: I was rudely but firmly ordered to clean up and within 10 to 15 mns all was clear again... the morning went on without other incidents and the subs were sent to fetch their clothes. When the returned their Masters took the bundle from one and gave it to the other with the order to get dressed.

One of the sub was a slim guy on the tall 'side', the other shorter and bigger, not fat but big boned as they say the show of the two getting in each other clothes was rather funny as the skinny one looked lost in clothes too big for him and the pants too short, when the other had to squeeze into his friends clothes: a show in itself not lacking of a funny element as they had to stay that way to go home...

they left with their masters around noon and the place got suddenly very quiet... as no one else was coming the hosts declared the party over by 2:30PM , and by 3:30PM I was released of my duties after restoring the room to its normal “cinema' configuration, a last moping to leave the place clean and making sure the bathroom which had seen so much during the night was in good order....

I was released officially of my status of servant/help/busboy/waiter/body to handle/ etc... being naked still I had to wait for my pick up.

Just before 4PM the van pulled up and the two guys who had picked me up at home took me back. Still naked I had to run into Master's home under a blanket and the minute I walked in I spotted the pile of clothes that were taken from me the Wednesday prior... It was the first time I had been totally naked for such a long period and felt some satisfaction to have reached that personal record of sort.

Master inspected me quickly, pinched my tits as if he knew I would scream and ordered me dressed...