When I was able to sit up and resume my position, Tony said to me:
-Dinner is ready. Come and serve it to us, doggy. And I hope you're a good cook, because that's going to be one of your jobs from now on.
We went to the kitchen and they both sat down at the large stone table, while I served dinner. It was a risotto that smelled divine and looked delicious. However, of course, I only served their portions and immediately returned to my kneeling position, only getting up when I had to fill their glasses or reach them something. They were chatting animatedly about a thousand things, while ignoring me completely, except to occasionally give me an order.
At the end James picked up the leftovers and put them in a bowl. Then, to my dismay, he began to spit on them, passing the bowl to Tony, who did the same, filling the food with disgusting spit. Not content with that, James unzipped his fly and started pissing into the bowl. After thoroughly wetting the food, he poured the rest of his piss into a glass. Finally, he mixed it all well in the bowl and put it on the floor at my feet along with the glass of piss.
-Eat your dinner, slave! -he ordered. And then, laughing, he added: -I hope you like the special toppings we put on it, hahaha...
I was about to take it, but Tony stopped me by slapping my face and telling me imperiously:
-No hands! You're a dog, remember?
Overcoming my disgust, I leaned over and stuck my mouth in the bowl. I could barely taste the risotto amidst the strong taste of James' piss and spittle. I thought I was going to throw up, but I closed my eyes, desperately restrained myself and kept eating. I also had to slurp, like a dog, the glass with the rest of the piss. In the end, also stimulated by my hunger, I managed to finish the disgusting mixture and the piss in the glass. During the whole process the two giants were keeping an eye on me, watching that I didn't leave anything behind, and, of course, laughing out loud at my predicament. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.
After this they sat down to watch TV, ordering me to lick and massage their feet in the meantime. So I did and spent a good time in heaven, intoxicated by the smell and taste of those gigantic male feet. I think I accomplished my mission well, judging by the moans of pleasure from my masters who, apart from that, used my face and body as footrests as they pleased. Finally it was time to go to sleep and my masters had new orders for me:
-Doggy, you will sleep here -Tony told me, pointing to a rather thick round rug-. Tomorrow you will wake up at half past eight, prepare us a bath and breakfast and then come in to wake us up, understood?
-Yes, Master -I answered. They went out and I lay down on the carpet. It was only a little more comfortable than lying directly on the floor, but I was exhausted and my heart was much more at peace than the night before, so it didn't take me long to fall asleep, albeit after setting my cell phone alarm for 8:30. Before that, however, I heard the two bears fucking in their room, between loud noises and panting, feeling really sad that I wasn't participating in it.
I awoke promptly and carried out my masters' orders. I filled the bathtub with hot water and prepared coffee and toast. When everything was ready, I went into my masters' room. There was a strong smell of sweat, of sex, of "macho". Anyone would have found it repulsive, but I found it incredibly arousing. I gazed at their powerful naked bodies on the big bed and my mouth watered. However, I merely woke them up by whispering in their ear. I didn't want to do anything without their permission. Tony sleepily woke up and ordered me:
-Go to the bathroom, doggy, and wait for us there...
So I did and took my position in the middle of the bathroom. I had to wait a long time. My knees were already starting to give out when at last the huge naked figures of Tony and James appeared through the door. I gasped when I saw their huge hairy bodies, exuding power and strength from every pore. Then Tony said to me:
-Doggy, we're going to give you a drink, and we don't want a drop to go to waste, so whatever falls you'll have to lick it off the floor, ok?