Gimp woke with a start. Laying on its bed in the corner of its Masters room a rangers boot has been thrown at it and hit gimp squarely on the head. It looked up and saw Master sitting up in bed very angry and shouting at gimp. Through its dazed senses it managed to work out that the alarm clock to wake gimp has not worked.
Master had linked the dog training collar sender to the alarm on His bedside table. When the alarm went off it was supposed to wake gimp with a jolt and gimp was supposed to then kneel beside the bed ready to take care of Masters early morning stinking piss. Flashing through its head it realised it had neglected to change the batteries in the remote and Master was awake before gimp. Not a good start to the day.
Master directed gimp to the en-suite and gimp scampered over to the toilet bowl ready for Master. His piss was extra strong and Master was in no mood to hold back. gimp choked and swallowed but it managed to dispose of Masters piss. gimps stomach was full and with that amount of strong piss and no food it made gimp feel sick.
Master changed into combats and after recovering the boot from gimps bed, got gimp to lace up his 20 hole rangers a quickly as it could. The burn marks on gimps fingers from pulling the nylon laces would hurt for hours after.
Master’s motorbike needed servicing and Master told gimp to get breakfast ready while He went to the garage. Gimp prepared a full english breakfast with tea, toast and orange juice and laid it out on the table. Master came back in and gimp was ordered to the corner in the kitchen.
Gimp was naked except its hood and the kitchen tiles were cold making gimp shiver. Master started eating breakfast reading His newspaper He has picked up from the letterbox. Every so often Master would throw over a piece of toast, bacon or sausage. Even though gimp was not in pup gear its training was always adhered to and Gimp knew not to touch it till Master ordered. Master nodded or pointed and gimp lunged out and grabbed the food and put it into its mouth hardly chewing it before swallowing. It needed food in its stomach to help soak up Masters piss in its stomach.
Master put part of a sausage down on the kitchen floor tiles and squashed it with his rangers. Master leaned his boot on the chair opposite at about kneeling height and pointed to his boot. Gimp rushed over and licked Masters boot clean of the sausage meat and then continued on the floor. It knew that it had to take any food it got as Master would regularly keep gimp hungry and keen. Master finished His breakfast then went into the garage and gimp cleared the dishes away and tidied up as ordered.
There was a shout from the garage and gimp padded into the garage and knelt down at Sirs side the garage floor was concrete and very cold Gimp was shivering.
“Gimp is going to help your Master service his bike today. Go get the oil and filter from the hallway”. Gimp got up and padded back into the house and collected the oil and filter. It left the items beside the bike. Master pointed to the side of the workbench and gimp instinctively knelt beside it while Master started to manoeuvre the bike into position.
The bike was on its side-stand and Master put a piece of carpet down on the floor so He could lay down and get to the oil sump bolt. The bike started to rock on its stand as Master tried to loosen the bolt. “Gimp come help me” He growled.
Gimp could tell Master was frustrated with the bolt. “Hold the bike steady while I undo this bolt”. Gimp was frozen and achey but it felt like being mischievous to please Master. It sat down in front of the bike on its arse and shuffled forwards using its metal chastity cage as a wedge on the front wheel. Gimps legs wrapped around the back of the wheel and gimp hugged the front of the wheel.
Master looked up and smiled “well done gimp good thinking”.. gimp was pleased that Master was happy but as Master tried the bolt again the bike rolled forwards pinning gimps caged cock. The cage pulled into gimps balls almost squashing them. gimp drew breath and was about to scream when the bolt came free and Master relaxed the force on the bike. Master looked up from his lying positing at gimp and grinned at gimps discomfort. Master could see that gimps pupils were wide and frightened.
Master ordered gimp to get the oil pan and position it under the bike. Master pulled the bolt out and some of the engine oil went over Masters hand. Master got up and held out His hand to gimp. Gimp instinctively tried to lick the engine oil off Masters hand but He belted it round its head with the clean had to stop it. “That oil will damage your hood gimp”. gimp recoiled back and bowed its head looking up at Sir with eyes begging forgiveness. “Go get some paper towels gimp”. As Master stood there the oil was dripping from His hand. Master barked “Quickly!” and booted gimp in the arse. The boot hit gimps arse bone and it sprung gimp into life. Gimp came flying back with paper towels and cleaned Masters hand. It was order back to to the side of the workbench and knelt down.
Master undid the new oil filter and grabbed the plastic handled bucket and pointed to his boots.
“Come here Gimp”. Gimp shuffled forwards.
“Open your mouth”. Gimp did as ordered and Master pushed the plastic handle of the bucket into gimps mouth.
“Close” said Master and gimp obeyed.
“Lean forwards a bit gimp”. gimp was leaning forwards and its back muscles started to ache.
Master started to undo the old oil filter on His bike and more oil came out into the oil pan. Master threw the old filter into the plastic bucket. It clattered in the bottom of the bucket and put weight on gimps jaw. It was not a lot of weight just enough to feel. He then screwed on a new oil filter and went into the kitchen. Gimp heard the kettle going on.
Gimps back muscles were aching from leaning forwards. It decided to try to lean back. Hopefully Master would not notice. The pain in its muscles started to ease up.
A few minutes later Master came back into the garage sipping his hot steaming tea. He stopped just after entering and looked at gimp. Gimp looked at Master making sure not to make eye contact. “Lean forward gimp or ill whip your arse”. Gimp got butterflies in its stomach (or was that Masters piss) and leaned forwards. As gimp completed the manoeuvre it let out a fart…Only a small one but Master heard it. "Dirty fucking cunt" Master growled. “If I smell that you’ll get stomped later.”.. gimp prayed to its Rubber gods that Master didn’t smell gimps guff. Only time would tell.
Master replaced the oil sump bolt and started to fill the engine with fresh oil. Master kept looking over at gimp and occasionally say “Lean gimp”.. gimp kept on trying to maintain the position but it was very hard to do. When Master finished filling the engine oil he replaced the oil filler cap and pulled the oil pan out. There was about 3 litres of oil in there. Master walked round the bike to gimp and slowly started to pour the oil from the oil pan into the bucket. The weight of the bucket slowly got heavier and heavier and gimp could see that Masters cock was growing in his combats. gimp, still shaking from the cold, was desperately trying to keep leaning forwards clutching at the plastic bucket handle with its teeth..
“Drop *my* bucket on *my* garage floor and you are confined to the punishment cage for 48 hours” said Master. Gimp was not going to find out if Master would do that as the last time gimp had been in the cage for 24 hours it could hardly walk for hours after.
The bucket got lower and lower and gimps jaw was cramping and entire body was shaking with pain and cold.. Master finished pouring then after what seemed an age grabbed the empty bottle the new oil came in. Master put his hands on the handle and pulled it away from gimps mouth. Gimp was so happy that Master had taken it..another 4 or 5 seconds it would have slipped out of gimps mouth and made a huge mess.
Master ordered gimp to hold the oil container while he use the pouring spout of the bucket to get rid of the old oil. Once full Master replaced the cap on the oil container and put bucket pan and container to one side of the garage.
Gimp was ordered back to the workbench and gimp breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived.
Master opened the garage door and wheeled the bike out to clean it. He set up the garden hose, bucket of soapy water and ordered gimp outside. Gimp was naked but with rubber hood on however there was no-one who could see Master and gimp as it was an enclosed space. Master ordered gimp to start cleaning His bike.
Gimp still shivering and aching started to clean the bike paying great attention to cleaning the nooks and tight spots around the fairings and rear suspension. Master had pulled a garden chair to one side of the garage area, had opened a new a cigar and was lighting it up.. gimp heard Master inhaling and gimps cock was growing as the cigar smoke wafted across the driveway.. Beside Master was the garden hose. Gimp was getting covered in soap suds and grime. Its flesh was bright red from being so cold and its fingers cramping.
When Master could see that gimp had finished he ordered Gimp to kneel beside the rear tyre. Ash from the cigar was building up and master flicked it in front of Gimp.
“Eat it gimp” growled Master. gimp could tell Master was not happy with gimp.
Gimp shaking and shivering leaned forwards and started to eat the ash as ordered. As gimp finished it felt the freezing stream of cold water from the garden hose hit the back of its neck and up its back. The shock of the cold made it naturally curled up into a ball. Master was washing the bike off and gimp at the same time. From its curled position gimp looked up at Master. Masters eyes were wide and a big smile on His face. Master was really enjoying this.
Gimps knees and toes were so cold it had to roll onto its side as the pain was so too much to bear. Master got up from the garden chair while still hosing the bike and gimp and put his boot on gimp. Freezing cold water was being hosed all over gimp and Master was stomping gimps shoulders side and arse with his rangers. “Dirty little cunt gimp guffing in my garage”.. Water was getting up gimps nose and it was choking and wriggling around. Master stopped hosing gimp, finished off the the bike and rolled it back in to the garage. Gimp was shaking, shivering and frightened. Master walked over and grabbed gimps chain and dragged it up onto its sore and red knees. "Go to your cupboard in the hallway gimp".. Gimp struggled to move its muscles they were so cramped and crawled into the garage, being propelled by a steel toecap on its arse by Master.
Gimp got to its cupboard where Master has previously left His motorcycle gloves, its was wet and frozen and shivering. It grabbed Masters gloved and hugged them for what little warmth it could gain. Gimp heard master approaching, his rangers clacking on the hallway floor. There was a pause and gimp felt a soft warm duvet being thrown over it.
“Warm up and we will go out on the bike today. Ill get your butt plug”..said Master.
Gimp huddled under the duvet it was frozen and shivering and in huge amounts of pain but its love for Master was stronger than ever before.
Story text by RedSkull.