I am an avid bear admirer in my early thirties and have always liked sexual experimentation and role-playing games. Perhaps because I'm rather slender and have little body hair myself, I've always had a natural inclination towards a more passive role; a bottom cub who loved to be dominated by burlier and huskier bears. I've always had fantasies about physical examinations by hairy, daddy-type doctors that inevitably end up in a surgery-orgy, so I decided to put a personal on the web saying that I was looking for a bearish 'doctor' who could check me up and measure my state of sexual fitness.
At first I got little response, but then, one day, I got an e-mail back from a man called 'Master Johan'. It said that if I had a nice set of cock and balls, a hungry asshole and an appropriate attitude he would see me. He had a gynaecologist's chair at his place and a wide variety of 'instruments'.
I was immediately turned on by the manly, down and dirty-horny tone of the mail, so I replied that I would like to meet him for a 'full physical' and attached a nude pic to the mail.
A few days later, I got a mail back with the address and the following message: "If you decide to come over, you should know that I'm not your pretend-doctor, but your master. You will get the physical examination you so badly want, perhaps more thoroughly than you imagine now, but that is just to check your physical fitness as a slave. I gather from your mails that you are especially promiscuous and submissive, so I will concentrate your training on making you a worthy bear slut." I also got a set of rules: I was not to speak unless spoken to, I was free to go whenever I wanted to, but as long as I stayed at Master Johan's total and patient obedience to my master was compulsory and I was not allowed in any way to pleasure myself unless told to do so.
No need to say I was more than just a bit intrigued.

Master Johan was a tall, robust man with thinning red hair, a trimmed red beard an moustache and piercing grey eyes. He sported an impressive potbelly and almost always had a cane in his hand. Sometimes he used it as a sort of chinrest and sometimes for disciplining. On our first meeting at his place, he was casually dressed (I had expected some sort of leather gear) and barefoot. Some people probably wouldn't have called him exactly attractive, but his virile appearance and stern look made me go weak in the knees.

First we chatted a little, which helped me to calm my nerves, and Master Johan asked me to tell him about past experiences and fantasies. He listened to my (sometimes exaggerated) stories for a while, smoking a cigar, and then told me "That's enough. It's time for you to greet your master properly." He got up and put his right foot on the coffee table.
"Do you know how to do that?"
"No, sir.", I admitted.
"By kissing my feet, boy. Both of them. Do it."
I knelt down and did. A pang of excitement went through my entire body as my tongue touched the skin of his big toe, and slowly worked its way up. Master Johan guided me by gently pulling me by the hair in the direction he wanted me to go. Then he pushed my head firmly down as if to tell me that it was time to start work on the left foot. I immediately obeyed.

"Get up. It's time for your physical inspection."
I got up from my knees, my heart pounding with anticipation. I took off my clothes in front of him, eager to free and show off my large dick that had constantly been in an uncomfortable state of mid-erection.
Master Johan looked me up and down. As he was inspecting me, he prodded me with the cane in the belly, around my nipples and then teased my cock with it. It was now fully erect and Master Johan started to lift my low-hanging scrotum with the tip of the cane and let my balls dance as he moved it about. He then told me to turn around - he prodded the cane in my back and thighs and then glided it playfully between my buttocks. He ordered me to bend over and now started to prod my asshole itself, as if he wanted to use the cane to penetrate me. I shuddered. It was so very demeaning, but incredibly humbling and exciting at the same time.
He pulled me up by the hair, looked me hard in the eye and then told me to open my mouth.
He took my tongue between his thumb and index finger, pulled it and then went over my rows of teeth with his finger. "Looks good enough.", he said to himself.
Then he pinched and wrenched my nipples. I winced and he - unexpectedly - let go, bent over and gently started to suck them one by one. "Not that sensitive.", was his short conclusion.
He sat down on one knee for a close up inspection of my genitals. First he pushed his face to my groin and sniffed loudly. He kneaded and gently twisted my testicles and then took the sack firmly in his hand and pulled it down as if to stretch it even further.
Then he moved his nose all over the length of my hard on, sucking up the smell. He pulled back my foreskin sharply and I hoped that he would not take the shiny gland in his mouth and suck it, because I was sure I would come in a matter of seconds.
Luckily he didn't, he just kneaded it painfully and pulled it down. "You are well hung, boy", he said, "That's good, it's inspiring, but as a servant you are not to use this thing. Your role is to receive, not to screw. And cumming is definitely out of the question unless you're specifically told to do so by your master."
"Yes, sir."

Master Johan left me standing there for a while and then came back with a large dildo.
He flung it over to me. "First I want to see how good you are with this."
I felt up the plastic 8-inch cock, licking the fake gland and veins, and then slavishly put it in my mouth as if to give it a blow job. Master Johan grunted approvingly as I took it by its rubber balls and shoved it down my throat as deep as it would go. I became very much aroused by this sign of enthusiasm, so I sat down on the couch with my legs wide open, feet in the air. I wet my middle finger in my mouth and started to finger myself. Master Johan looked intently at the scene and I put my second finger in, but with some difficulty. I got the uneasy impression he was getting impatient with me.
"Put the dildo in, boy.", he said, "I want to see you fuck yourself with that thing."
I explained that I needed some lubricant to do that, which made Master Johan frown.
"Go sit on all fours with your legs wide, boy. I'll inspect your little problem right away."
I obeyed and Master Johan came up behind me and roughly put his thick middle finger up my ass. I winced again and my sphincter tightened up.
"You have a nice butt, boy, but your asshole is too narrow and tense for the sort of action I had in mind for you. You'll need anal training."

Master Johan took me up to the examination room where his gynaecologist chair stood.
He made me lie down on it, tied my ankles to the foot rests and my wrists to two metal rings in the wall.
Master Johan unzipped his fly and took out his fleshy, uncut dick and heavy balls. I could smell the soft, titillating scent as he nearly rubbed them against my face while adjusting the leather cuffs. Although I was extremely excited by all this, I didn't really dare to turn my head and kiss his dick.
When he was finished tying me up, Master Johan took an electric razor out of a cabinet. He must have noticed my indignation, 'cause he immediately reassured me that it was just for my pubic hairs and ass crack.
"Shaving your pubes is a sign of slutty submissiveness. Your master will do it for you this time, but for our further meetings I expect you to present yourself prepared. No pubic hairs, no underwear, your ass already lubed up and visibly wearing the slave collar I'll give you in a moment."
Once all my private parts had been shaven and tingled with after-shave, Master Johan selected a leather dog collar with metal rings on the front and back for me and put it around my neck, strapping it tight.
"That looks better.", Master Johan commented.
Then he started work on my genitals. He put a tight, leather strap around the tubes of my balls, squeezing them gently. Then he took a long, hard look at my stiff dick.
"Your big cock is too eager and proud, boy. We can't have that at this stage." So he made me wear a sort of leather tube that was lined with something that felt like Velcro around my penis. The sensation was highly uncomfortable, especially at the gland, and became even painful when my cock moved. Pretty soon, in spite of my state of intense excitement, my erection began to wither.
"Now we can start to concentrate on that little cunt of yours.", Master Johan said and slapped me several times hard on the buttocks - I tried not too scream.
He proceeded to lube me up - the plastic nozzle felt wonderful in my hungry ass - and then inserted his finger. This time it went in smoothly. After two and then three fingers - every time I wriggled my ass with excitement, the sheath abraded the skin of my penis - the first, mid-sized dildo was introduced. Master Johan gently played with his own dick as he carefully shoved the dildo up and down my asshole. I could feel the blood pumping through the veins of my forehead as I groaned ever more loudly. Master Johan took a larger dildo, then a still larger dildo until at last - after a full twenty minutes of dildo action and lots of lube - I was able to take a 12-inch version that was as thick as long drink glass. Master Johan pushed it in as far as it would go, told me to 'hold it there', and went to the cabinet to take out a digital camera. To my immense relief, he took off the sheath 'because people should see your slave dick too' and took a few pictures of me as I was lying there.
I was so hot and ready for the real thing by then that I begged Master Johan to fuck me as long and as hard as he pleased, but he didn't. Instead, he just offered me his big hairy scrotum and allowed me to take it in my mouth 'because I had been a good boy so far'.
I did, greedily, but I was so disenchanted and confused by his lack of interest in giving me his cock, that I couldn't help but tell him that it was disappointing not be able to serve him properly now that I was so ready for it.
This I should not have said.
Master Johan grabbed me by the collar angrily, looked me hard in the eye and said : "You don't decide how you should serve me properly, boy. You'll get screwed if your master chooses to do so and if not, you'll like it just as much. It's not your little will that counts here, but your total obedience."
I did not reply.
Master Johan pulled the fetters back, so my legs were stretched further back and my ass was slightly tilted up from the chair.
"You're about to get punished for your insolence, boy", he said, stroking my protruding ass.
He took his cane from the rack, and let me have it five times on my bare, tender buttocks and once on each foot sole.
I tried to hold my breath first, but had to shriek out after the third blow. The pain and humiliation were so intense that I admit tears welled up in my eyes.
After the caning, Master Johan released me off the sheath, the ball strap and the cuffs and fetters - but I had to keep the slave collar on - and helped me up from the chair. It was hard to stand up straight.
He looked at me intently and said: "Now you've had a taste, it's up to you to choose, boy. You can walk out of here now and forget all about this, but remember that if you do, you don't ever have to bother to come back again. Or you can accept me as your master, with all that this implies, and beg for pardon and further guidance."
I did not reply immediately, but I realized that I did not have the heart to walk out now that I had tasted the thrill and deep satisfaction of being a bear's lust slave.
"How am I to beg for your pardon, master?", I whispered.
Master Johan nodded understandingly. "By getting on your knees and kissing my feet, boy."
I did, but as I got to kissing his other foot, he pulled my head up by the hair to his groin and pushed it firmly between his thighs. Two seconds later I could feel the warm, incredible sensation of fresh piss running down my neck over my spine and to my crack and buttocks where it burned the caning marks. When he was finished he pulled my head from between his legs again and made me lick his dick clean. Then he pulled my back on my feet.
"What do you say now to your master, boy?", he asked.
"Thank you, sir." I said. And meant it.
Later, in the sitting room, as I was humbly kneeling next to his armchair, he discussed further proceedings.
"Hm. You'd make a great gang-bang slut. You have the right attitude and that little sphincter-problem of yours can certainly be worked out with training."
"Yes, sir, I would love to be taken by several bearded men at once. I would really like to find out how it feels to be a bear slut."
Master Johan grinned.
"Very well. I'll see who I can round up for a little party with you. I'll show your picture I've just taken to a few friends and see if they want to fuck your brains out. Perhaps I can even make some money out of you. Since you're still not too experienced I won't charge them too much. Anyway, if you fuck well and the guys are pleased with your performance, I might even cut you in for a small part."
I admit that I was shocked by his last remark.
"I don't want any money for it, sir! I'm not a whore. Of course, you can take it if you want to, but it's all for you…" Completely unexpectedly he slapped me in the face.
"Shut up, boy. Is that what you call submissive obedience? Don't contradict me again. If I want to use you as a whore, that's what you are and you will gladly accept the money your customers and I choose to give you."
I cringed. "Yes, sir. Forgive my impertinence, sir." Strangely enough, I really meant it. That slap in the face had helped me to drop my last reserves and fully accept my newfound role.
He told me he'd arrange our next session and call me with further instructions.
I could not wait.
Two long weeks later, I finally got a call with further details, but no information on what was to happen exactly.
On the arranged date, I eagerly presented myself to Master Johan, pubes shaved off, slave collar on, and ass readily lubed up. I was to undress immediately and follow him to the examination room.
Master Johan made me sit on my knees in front of him.
He was wearing a pullover, but his lower body was naked.
His short, thick dick and heavy balls were dangling irresistibly between his strong, fleshy legs, but when I reached out to touch it, he pulled me back by the hair.
"It does not become a slave-slut to grab dicks or even kiss someone's face without being told to do so. Don't be presumptuous. You leave the control of the game in the hands of your master and customers. The only thing you may do on your own initiative is kiss and lick the feet and assume lustful and subservient positions to indicate your availability and your eagerness to get fucked."
"Yes, sir."
"And you can start right away by getting into the fucking position for inspection."
I turned around on my knees, spread my legs wide, lowered my head to the floor and raised my ass up as far as I could, whilst spreading my buttocks with my hands.
Master Johan came up to me, gently fingered my butt crack and slowly shoved his index finger down my asshole. To my great relief and excitement, it went in fairly smoothly even without extra lube. Master Johan groaned approvingly, as he teasingly wriggled his finger about.
"I have four customers for you in the orgy room, boy. The gentlemen have paid for and expect a well trained whore who can take their cocks without hesitation. I'll make sure you stay well lubed up during the session, so don't let me down." My heart leapt up with excitement. I was going to be manhandled by no less than four men under the watchful eye of my master. I shivered with anticipation as Master Johan brought in a butt-plug and then told me to get up and lie down on the chair for further preparation.
I put my feet on the foot rests and my hands on the metal rings, but Master Johan said there was no time for all that. "The gentlemen are already waiting for their slut to arrive. I just have to take a few precautions to make sure you don't cum too easily in all the excitement."
Master Johan put on the ball strap again - I almost liked its firm grip on my tubes now, pulled down my foreskin, opening up my urethra as much as possible and pushed a fine, supple plastic tube down my cock as some sort of probe.
"Here, you can still get aroused now, but you won't be able to shoot your load, until I take this out again."
I got up from the chair again and ,to my amazement, Master Johan put some lipstick on my nipples. Then he made me bend over again, slipped out the butt-plug, also smeared some lipstick on my shaven asshole, and put the plug back again.
"Tell-tale signs of a true whore.", Master Johan grinned. Then he slapped my ass and blew his cigar smoke in my face.

I was led - on a leash and with my hands cuffed behind my back, my half-limp cock dangling heavily between my legs - into the pleasure room where the gentlemen were already waiting, their feet bare and their genitals hanging out of their flies. I was in awe. Master Johan had found me four of the most wonderful hunky bears I could have wished to serve.
The first one was a middle-aged man with a friendly face, a nice full blond beard and a playful twinkle in his eyes. The second customer was one of the best looking hunks I'd ever seen: a tall, tanned, muscular bear with black fur all over, several tattoos and a stern, commanding look in his eyes.
The third was older, he had long silver-white hair, a distinguished groomed beard and a big belly that was hanging over his belt and partly covering up his already erect dick. The last one was particularly chubby and had a shaved skull, a short trimmed goatee and a very horny grin on his face.
They looked me up and down wantonly and commented to each other about my physical appearance and my likely abilities as a gang-bang slut. In spite of the probe, my dick got as hard as could be as if it wanted to salute its superiors. And although I could not help but blush, I suddenly felt immensely proud. This was it, this was what I had been dreaming and eagerly fantasizing about for so long. I was a true bear whore and I was determined to prove myself worthy.

I remembered what Master Johan had taught me and carefully sank to my knees, averting my eyes from their lustful gazes. On my knees, I crept over to them, bowed my head in front of the first one and kissed his feet. I felt a spark of intense excitement when my lips touched the little hairs on his instep. Their was a roar of approving laughter.
I crept over to the second, whose one foot was resting on the coffee table and started licking his foot sole. Then I took his toes one by one in my mouth. As I glimpsed up, I could see him playing with his shapely, circumcized dick and I really had to fight the urge to leap up and take that in my mouth instead. Luckily, I remembered Master Johan's words about a slave-slut not taking that sort of initiative himself. Instead, I just tilted my ass as high up as I could to give the gentlemen on the armchairs opposite a full view of the butt-plug's handle and my shaven balls. I started to work on the other foot, when Master Johan gave me a prodding with his cane. Time to move on. All customers should be treated with the same respect and eagerness.
So I moved on to numbers three and four (I was not allowed to know the gentlemen by name), till number four grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head to his tiny cock. I took it in my mouth and started to suck and lick it. He pushed it further up my mouth, burying my face in his tummy fat. This made me and the others even hornier. Number three had got up and bowed down to spank me on the buttocks with the flat of his hand.
Number one pulled me off four's cock by the leash and waved his nice, mid-sized dick in front of me. I grabbed it with my lips, licking it tenderly over its whole length and then sucking the gland into my mouth. I took it so far in, I almost had to vomit. I started working on it ferociously until number one pulled me back. "Hold it, boy, I don't want to come just yet. Besides, there are other people in the room."
I crept over to number two, who was still sitting down, legs spread wide, gently stroking his mighty pole. I know I shouldn't treat any of them with marked preference, but I could not help to tenderly kiss his kneecaps first, before making my way to his tight scrotum and delicious cock. He smiled friendly at this little slave-slut, while the others were getting more and more boisterous and abusing me. Finally, number three pulled me off, made me open my mouth wide and positioned his nicely shaped dick in front of me. Just as I thought he was going to put it in, a spurt of urine landed in my mouth. Surprised, I pulled away my face, but let him piss all over my front at will. The warm pee felt wonderful, and when he was finished, I licked the tip of his penis clean. That inspired the others; numbers four and two came standing over me, pulled my head back so I had to open my mouth and started pissing straight in it. I tried not to swallow, and let the pee flow out of the corners of my mouth, but now and then I couldn't help but gulp some of it down. It made me feel sick.
The others applauded.
"Pull his head down and his ass up, so I can get a clear target.", number one said. They did and Master Johan who understood what was the intention, pulled the plug from my ass.
Number one aimed his sprinkle at my asshole, while Master Johan held it open by pulling my buttocks apart. I shuddered with lust as I felt some warm drops slide down my hole.
After that, they started to finger me and slap my ass, while number four bent over in front of me and ordered me to eat his fat, hairy crack. I did and before long, all gentlemen presented their cracks to me one by one, while another customer was licking mine.
Everybody felt me up and down, playfully teasing my cock and balls and squeezing and licking my nipples. My strained arms were beginning to hurt because of the cuffs, my back was sore from all this bending and stretching, my cock and balls felt painful because of the probe and strap, and my mancunt had never seen so much action at once, while I was still slightly nauseous from the piss I swallowed, but I was as happy as could be, there in bear-orgy-heaven.

Then the time had come for the real fucking to begin.
Numbers two and four picked me up by the armpits and feet and carried me up to the examination room (apparently, the gentlemen knew their way about in Master Johan's house). Master Johan finally released me of the cuffs and made me lie down on the chair again. This time, I was properly restrained again and the feast could begin.
Master Johan lubed me up and invited the chubby bear to take the lead. As number four gladly put himself in position between my wide open legs, Master Johan thoughtfully slipped a condom over the tiny erect dick. He did this with all the customers and seemed to derive a special sort of pleasure and satisfaction from this. Four pushed his way in without too much regards and immediately started to thrust at full speed. It felt terrific.
I closed my eyes to fully savour the experience and opened my mouth invitingly. Before long, number one had inserted his penis and I gratefully sucked it to full erection.
As number four was about to come, his words of abuse became even grocer and I loved every second of it.
Number three readily took the place of four and I sighed as I felt his bigger dick drilling its way into me. He rested a while, before starting to thrust and I was overcome with a feeling of intense tenderness for the ageing man as he allowed my ass to get used to the hot, exciting tension of his fleshy tool. Four bent over to give me a wet kiss as a reward. I gladly received it, but since I thought a kiss was not enough I also licked his bald head. Something he seemed to enjoy thoroughly. After a delightful long, slow fuck by three, number one swapped places with him. Again that wonderful, slightly painful sensation of entry and then the overwhelming waves of joy from a determined deep anal fuck. I looked up at two and saw to my utter delight that he was not just concentrating on the ass-action, but that he was smiling at me, as if to tell me that I could be proud of myself. I was and gave him the warmest smile I had back. He winked in reply, came over to me, stroked my hair and beard and let me have his huge, delicious cock to lick and suck.
When I felt the cock spasms of three's orgasm in my ass, I grew wild with excitement, 'cause that meant that it was now number two who would assume position and treat me as the whore I had become.
He didn't start fucking right away, though. As a true gentleman, he licked and kissed my groin first, teasing my rectum with this tongue and then nibbling my hard penis, careful not to touch the protruding probe.
I felt so high that I almost forgot to take the half hard dick number three offered me in my mouth. Master Johan had to remind me with a prod of his cane.
Even with the polar bear's dick in my mouth, I still could not take my eyes of the gorgeous gentle giant who was about to penetrate me.
As he slowly pushed his mighty fuck tool in, I was at first overwhelmed by the pain. Even with my training and all the action I had just experienced, I still felt as if I was being split in two. But just as I thought I was no longer able to bear it and would start wincing shamefully, he stopped and I was overcome with joy as I felt his pubic hairs tickling my groin and my muscles relaxing to accept this fantastic gift of flesh.
The others started to goad him on, and he carefully wriggled his power rod in my asshole to check if I was ready to take it. As I groaned loudly, he grabbed hold of my ankles and really started to fuck me.
The powerful thrusts of his pelvis made me limp with profound satisfaction and if it had not been for the probe I would have spurted my cum over and over again.
With a manly grunt, he finally came in me.
He pulled out his cock carefully, leaving me with an empty, but deeply satisfied feeling in my guts.
He unrolled the condom and emptied the content on my belly and then started to smear it out like sun-tan oil. I laughed along with the others, happy and proud.
My asshole had become so wide that Master Johan decided to take another digital pic of it, before untying me and helping me up again.
By that time, most of the cocks had become hard again and it was time for another round of whoring. My rectum was to have no rest that night.
I was blindfolded (something I regretted enormously with all these great looking, naked hunks) and led into the master's bedroom. In there I was taken by the four gentlemen in every possible position and greedily licked, sucked and kissed anything that came in front of my face.
They all followed number two's example to empty their used condoms on parts of my body and smearing the cum all over me. I could not tell how much later exactly, but when my four customers were finally satisfied and tired, I was nothing more than a smelly, used up piece of bear trash. Perhaps the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had.

Master Johan undid my blindfold, made me lie down on the bed and took the probe out of my urethra and released the strap from my scrotum. I was told to get up and masturbate in full view of the customers. I did and hardly twenty seconds later I spurted loads of cum and rubbed it on my chest and belly with the rest of it.
For a moment, all felt quiet and strange, as if I had trouble believing that it was actually me standing there between all these naked men, some smiling at me, others weary-eyed and already absent-minded.

Master Johan took me by the leash to the bathroom and made me squat down in the empty tub. He fastened the end of the leash to the tab to make sure I could not get up.
He left me there and accompanied the others back downstairs. I could hear some sort of subdued party going on and felt left-out, slightly miserable and cold. I admit that I had to fight back the tears at that moment.
I had to take a leak badly and after a while I simply decided not to hold it any longer and just let it flow out of my bladder, wetting my feet.
About ten minutes later, number one came in, all dressed up again, and I looked up at him hopefully.
He nodded kindly enough, undid his fly, took out his willy and without saying a word he started to piss all over me. I almost felt grateful. When he was finished he zipped up again and left the bathroom without taking any further notice of me. Numbers three and four soon came up as well and did more or less the same thing, except for the fact hat number three insisted to relieve himself in my open mouth again. I let him and licked his foreskin clean afterwards.
Number two didn't show up this time, regretfully or not.

A few minutes later, Master Johan came in, untied the leash and led me downstairs where the customers were all fully dressed again and waiting for their final treat.
Master Johan grabbed me by the hair again and spoke to me severely: "Well, boy, you looked pretty pleased with yourself up there and that does not become a beginning bear whore. I see you still need a lesson in humble submissiveness and I'm going to give it to you right now. Assume the fucking position."
I obeyed, feeling already very humble indeed.
But as I was kneeling once again in the fucking position, my face on the carpet, my ass turned up to the others, legs spread wide, I felt a strange, warm sensation coming over me.
Yes, I was being deeply humiliated, yes I smelled of urine and sperm, yes my whole body ached by now, but at the same time I had the feeling I had come home. I was among my kind of people, people who understood and were willing to satisfy my innermost needs and craving for submissiveness and this was the role I was supposed to play. This was good.
Master Johan shoved a thicker butt-plug down my arse - my muscles had no trouble taking it whatsoever after what I had just been through - and then used what he called 'a humbler' on me. First he took my sack in his strong hand and started to massage my balls, while pulling and stretching the tubes at the same time. Since I already have a low-hanging sack by nature, it had soon stretched to a considerable length. Master Johan took the wooden device that looked like a cross between a coat hanger and a vice, opened it up, put the tubes of my balls between the vice (something that made me shriek out with pain), closed it again and positioned the arms of the device behind my thighs, so that each time I moved even slightly from the ideal fucking position, it was pure torture on my sack.
The customers seemed very amused by this, kissed Master Johan goodbye and left. And before I fully realized it, my first four customers had come and gone.

About twenty minutes later, Master Johan came back alone, also fully dressed now. Without a word, he released me of the humbler and the butt-plug and had to help me back on my feet, because I was feeling very limp and shaky in the knees.
"You have fucked well, little bear whore.", he finally said, "The gentlemen were very pleased with you."
He took a few bank notes out of his pocket and gave them to me. "Here's your wages. You earned it. It's not much, but enough for a beginner."
I did not have the heart to refuse them.

Master Johan allowed me to take a shower and use the toilet, but not in private. He watched and smoked a cigar as I emptied my bowels and wiped my ass afterwards.
He flushed the toilet for me and told me to get dressed in a hurry.
I did and as we said goodbye I managed to steal a kiss on his beard.
He grinned and told me that he would call me if he had rounded up some more customers for me.
I replied I'd be ready - more than ready.

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