James starts licking up the ash in tiny little puppy licks until Adrian shoves his face right into the floor and tells him to get it wet and sloppy, use the whole tongue. Adrian commands James to start licking it up, and he’s got a thick leather belt in his hand sending the message of what happens if James refuses. The bald savage lights up a cigarette and starts tapping ash out on the floor.
But Dave has an idea of how to make it worse. James stares at the floor in disbelief, like he just can’t fathom licking this floor with his tongue, let alone the entire thing. His donkey dong swings to and fro between his thighs as he clumsily attempts to do his masters’ bidding.Īnd what do they want? They want him to start cleaning the dirt off the floor. He’s ordered to crawl on all fours with his bum high in the air so the world can see his smoothly shaved taint and asscrack. After generously being allowed to use the toilet, Adrian and Dave summon James to start cleaning the infamous Breeder Fuckers bathroom. Instead of enduring torture, it’s time for him to earn his keep as a domestic. James’ tenure as a slave in the Breeder Fuckers dungeon has taken a bit of a hiatus.
