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When I saw the man walking towards me, my dick started to twitch. Even from
half a block away, he was sexy. As he got closer, his dick hardened more.
The man was medium height, wearing boots, jeans and t-shirt. He was the
perfect looking Daddy, with barrel chest and beer belly. He was rugged,
with a big bushy mustache.
The man saw my gaze and stared at me intently. I started to blush, but
didn't look away. The man came up to him and put out a big hand.
"Hey fella, noticed you looking at me. You're a hot young man." I was big
and built and often got compliments, but hearing this hot man compliment me
put a big smile on my face.
"Thank you, Sir. My name's Andy."
"Sir, eh? The name's Roy, but you just keep callin' me Sir. I think we
could have some fun together. You got time to get acquainted at my place?
Before you say yes, I want you to know that if you say yes now, I expect
you to say yes to a lot of things. I want obedience."
Here, he reached out and grabbed my hardening dick. There were people
walking down the street, but I didn't back away. I was embarrassed, but too
horny to think straight. The man's deep, honeyed voice seemed to melt any
opposition away.
"Yes, Sir!"
The man laughed. "Your dick already answered me boy. Let's go. Stay one
step behind me." We walked about four blocks, my dick now straining against
my pants. I watched his meaty ass as he strode down the street, never
looking back to see if I was following. He turned into an apartment
building, stopped and said, "take off your shoes, boy. You are always
barefoot in my home." I was about to ask "here, in the street?" but the man
was looking at me sternly. He clearly just expected me to take off my
shoes, so I did. "Socks, too, hurry up!" I snatched the socks from my feet
and held them in my hands.
"Come on in, boy." I followed him into the lobby. "OK, boy, now let's see
how eager you are to serve me." He reached down and pulled open the buttons
on my jeans. Working his big hands in and around my underwear, he pulled
out my cock and balls and gave them a tug until they were hanging out of my
pants. By now, my cock was rock hard and pointing straight out. I just
stood there, dumbly, my hands full of shoes and socks. I saw someone pass
by outside, but they didn't look in to see me with my cock waving around in
the air. It was embarrassing... but hot, too.
"Take the stairs, boy. I'm up on the third floor. Just wait outside
302. I'll be there in a second. Don't you dare touch that cock. That's my
job!" I practically ran up the stairs, cock and balls bouncing in the air.
I didn't want anyone to see me. Of course, when I got to his apartment, I
realized that I just had to wait there in the hallway. I faced the door and
prayed that no one would come out of the neighboring apartments.
In just a minute, I head the elevator open, and Roy came striding out. It
may have been just a short time, but it felt like an eternity, me, barefoot
and dick exposed in an almost-public place. Roy opened up his door and
stepped just inside. "Strip, hand me your clothes, then get down on your
hands and knees and crawl into my apartment. You never wear clothes here!"
I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it just seemed necessary to obey
this man. There was something about his voice that commanded respect. Of
course, the fact that I was cross-eyed with horniness didn't hurt!
As I stripped off the clothes, pants, shirt and underwear, I handed them to
Sir Roy. He stared at my body, then gave a long, low whistle, "that's quite
a body, boy. I'm going to enjoy exploring what it can do. Get down!" He
barked out that last sentence, so I hurriedly got down on my hands and
knees. "Good boy, follow!" I crawled into the apartment. Sir Roy tossed my
clothes into a hall closet, closed the door, then walked on into the living
room. I followed, on hands and knees, staring at his boots as they clomped
across the floor.
"Lie on your stomach boy, and raise your feet. It's time you learn that
being with me means that you never get to walk like a man. You will be
barefoot and hobbled and working hard when you are with me. Got it, boy?"
I could feel him tying a knotted rope around my left ankle. He explained
what else he was doing. "I'm going to tie off each toe, so every step you
take, you remember that I am in charge. Mmmm. Feel that knot? I love it
when I get the knot right between the toes." I breathed in sharply as Sir
Roy looped the rope around another toe and tied it off to my ankle. Each of
my toes was cinched up tightly and tied off to the ankle rope. When Sir Roy
finished both feet, he took an elastic band and strapped it twice around my
ankle.
"That looks great, boy. Get up, walk over to that little square painted on
the floor in front of my chair and stand there." I got up slowly and walked
gingerly over. It must have looked ridiculous, with me taking tiny steps, a
little grunt each time my toes were pulled by the rope. I could see a tiny
square of white paint, so I stood on top.
"Boy, when you are in that spot, and I expect you to spend a lot of time
there, I don't ever want to see any part of your bare foot to touch the
floor. Your space is just that small, painted square. Now!" I hastily rose
up on the balls of my feet and positioned them in the square. My toes hung
over, but they weren't touching the crowd, as tightly bound as they
were. There wasn't room for the heel of my foot, so i stood on the balls of
my feet.
Master left the room, and I could hear water running. It was hard to
balance without my toes, so I stood there, swaying a bit, with my thighs
trembling already from the pose.
Roy came in and sat down in the easy chair in front of me. He grinned, and
said, "Damn, boy, you look mighty fine like that. He stood up, reached into
his pocket and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. Take some deep snorts
of this boy, I like to see a sub red-faced, head swimming."
He held up the bottle first to one nostril, then to the other and then
another round. Each time I took deep whiffs of the poppers. By the time he
removed the bottle, i was wavering back and forth trying to stay on the
square.
"Love to see a boy fucked up on fuck juice," Roy chuckled. "You are going
to be fun. We'll spend more time in the square later, but right now, i want
to see how you can serve me. "Do you want to suck my dick, slave?"
Yes, Sir! Please let me suck your dick, Sir!" I even licked my lips.
He laughed at my eagerness. "Well, you haven't earned that right yet, but I
have a feeling you will." He reached down beside the chair and pulled up a
tattered washcloth with a rope tied to it.
"Tie that around your waist, slave!" He tossed it to me and I almost
stumbled out of the square. It was an old dishcloth, stained and holed. I
tied the rope around my waist. My dick tented up the cloth, and the pulsing
head found one of the holes and peeped out.
"I want you barefoot and naked most of the time slave, but this is proper
work attire for you. I am going to put you to work, in ways you are going
to like sometimes and in ways you are going to hate. But you will work for
me. Down on all fours!"
Again, the barked command had me scrambling to obey. I knelt on the ground,
feet tied together and hurting from the bondage. Sir Roy came over and
tousled my short hair. He pulled out the bottle and gave me another round
of poppers. With my head spinning, he said, "Crawl after me, fuckface."
I crawled behind him into the kitchen. In the middle of the linoleum was a
plastic water bucket. I knelt there, not knowing what to do.
"Go ahead slave, start scrubbing. My kitchen floor needs to be cleaned.
You've got the rag right there. Get to it!" I quickly untied the rag from
my waist and put it into the hot water. I started right where the bucket
was and started to slosh soapy water around.
"Smack!" I yelped in pain and surprise as Sir Roy stood there, thick black
belt in his hand. He'd walloped me good with it.
"Start in the far corner and work your way to the door, ya stupid scrub
slave!" He accompanied his commands with another couple whacks with the
belt. I scrambled over to the corner, pushing the bucket with me. I started
scrubbing furiously at the floor. Any time that I slackened, Sir Roy gave
me a crack with the belt. By the time I had finished the floor, my ass was
burning red and I was out of breath from the effort and the poppers. Master
had kept back the whole time, just in belt reach, but now he stepped
forward right onto the wet surface.
"Not bad, scrub slave. You'll improve with lots of practice." As he stepped
back to the living room, he left two muddy boot prints on the clean floor.
He settled into his chair, then yelled back. "Lick that mess off the floor,
put on your scrub slave outfit and get back to your square!" I couldn't
believe it as I bent forward to lick up the muddy boot prints. The floor
tasted of soap, mostly. As my tongue worked over the linoleum, I noticed
that my dick was still hard. I'd never done anything this kinky before, but
my dick wanted me to keep doing it. I licked the boot dirt clean, fastened
the now damp and dirty cloth around my waist, then crawled back and stood
up on my square. I was still panting from the effort.
Master stretched out his legs. My eyes followed his big, black boots as
they stretched almost to me. He followed my eyes and laughed. "You'll be
getting to know my boots and feet all to well, slave! But for now, I need
you to clean my dick off and suck some of the cum out of my balls. Get down
here!"
I knelt at his feet and started to reach for his jeans. He swung the belt
which he still held in his hand and it hit my back with a fearsome sound. I
cried out at the pain. Roy hadn't spared any muscle.
"Use. Your. Mouth. Slave." He said each word carefully. I noticed that his
mustache fluttered as the syllables came out. I also realized that I was
focused on his mouth. That was where the commands came from, and at this
point, I wasn't sure I could look him in the eyes."
I bent over and undid the buttons with my teeth. His jeans were tight, but
old and faded, so it wasn't hard to open it up all the way. Sir Roy was
wearing an old jockstrap, yellowed and frayed. When his pants fell open, a
strong musky odor came from his crotch. I'd never smelled it so strong. It
made my head swim just like the poppers had. I reached for the band with my
teeth and tugged down the pouch over his cock and balls. It was hard to get
the elastic over his thick dick, but once I did, his cock bounced up. He
wasn't as long as I was, but man was that a thick dick. It had to be the
girth of a beer can. I didn't know how I was going to stretch my lips
around it.
Sir Roy's dick was uncircumcised, and despite its hardness, the skin
wrinkled over the head.
"Put your nose right in there, slave, and take some deep breaths." I
nestled my nose right into the puckered flesh and felt it hit the hard
head. The scent was overpowering. I could tell that he hadn't showered that
day. Hell, maybe not for a day or two. It was rank and tart and sour
somehow, but with such strength that I couldn't tear my nose away. In fact,
I started to nuzzle at it and felt precum lubricate the tip of my nose as I
rubbed and breathed.
Master held up the brown bottle again, and I alternated between deep
breaths of his unwashed cock and hits from the poppers. Sir Roy then slid
down the hood of his uncut cock, exposing the red knob. I noticed that the
underside was coated with dick cheese.
"Lick it off boy. I want my cock to shine when you are done with it." Face
as red as his cock from all of the poppers, I engulfed the thick head with
my mouth and started sucking. I swirled my tongue all around, feeling the
smegma on my tongue and throat as I swallowed it down. Occasionally I would
take a breath and notice that Sir's cockhead was now clean. Master noticed
too, and gave me another round of hits from his bottle.
"Suck it, slave!" And he pushed my head down on his dick. I choked and the
saliva dripped around the base of his cock as I struggled with the thick
pole invading my throat. I desperately started to breathe through my nose
and soon gained enough equilibrium to start sucking. I pistoned up and down
the shaft, pausing to roll the head in either cheek. I was still snorting
from all of the snot and slime that coated his cock, but I was too far gone
to care. I sucked and gasped and choked and licked until I could feel his
balls start to churn.
"Swallow it, slave! Swallow it all." He grabbed my throat and started
r****g my mouth. When his cock erupted, the first blasts went straight down
my throat. Others filled my mouth and dripped down the base of his cock and
slid towards his balls. When I was sure the cum geyser was over, I licked
all the way down to ensure that I got all of the gooey, salty cum from his
balls.
Sir Roy sat back in his chair, with a big grin on his face.
"That was fine, slave. You'll get better though, with a LOT more practice!"
Master Roy called me and told me to report for scrub duty on Friday
night. He was clear in his directions. I could hear the authority in his
voice. "No shoes! Walk barefoot from your place. Take your dick out before
you ring the bell. When you get to my door, strip, and THEN knock on the
door. And don't be late, or you'll be scrubbing the sidewalk outside
naked!"
So there I was naked and nervous and knocking on His door. As soon as Sir
opened the door, however, I forget about my situation and my slave cock
stood to attention. Master was wearing boots and an old worn jockstrap that
was frayed and dark with age. I could see his thick cock against the
thinning fabric and my mouth started to water. I thought that I could even
smell the dick cheese from up here. Not that I stayed standing for long.
"Get down, slave!" He barked. I dropped to all fours and following his
gesture, crawled into the apartment. He had me lay face down and again
tightly tied up my ankles and toes. He really seemed to relish the foot
bondage tonight, and my toes felt it as they were pulled cruelly upward.
There was one big knot right next to my little toe, and it pushed it out
sideways as well as up. All of my toes were separated and splayed out.
"Roll over!" Now on my back, Master squatted down over my face. I could see
his meaty, hairy ass coming toward me. I couldn't escape the mounds as they
pushed against my face. At first, the lack of oxygen was my only worry, and
Sir Roy gave a contented sigh as He rubbed his ass crack against my nose.
He lifted his ass slightly, and it was only then that the full odor hit me.
I don't know if He'd been exercising, but his ass was dripping with
sweat. It had an overpowering, musky, tangy smell. It was just too much at
one time, and I tried to shake my head away from underneath Sir Roy's ass,
but it was bigger than me and I couldn't escape.
"Breathe, slave!" I took in a big snort as Master took a firm grip on my
balls along with his verbal command. As I breathed deeply through my nose
my head started swimming. I don't know if it was lack of oxygen or the
smell, but my mind was reeling like I'd done a bottle of poppers.
Master Roy started tying a rough rope around my balls, pulling the sac from
my body and separating the two testicles. As he jerked at my balls, I
started to grunt in pain with each pull. When he tied the end of the rope
off to my ankles, I started moaning and Sir's response was to settle his
asshole securely over my nose. I could feel the tip slip inside His hole
and feel ass juices running down my face. Now I moaned directly into his
flesh and Master chuckled as he heard the muffled sounds of pain.
Slowly, he stood up, and I took some breaths in the clear air. My face was
a mess of sweat and slime. Master looked down at me.
"Kneel!" I slowly got on my knees, which pulled the rope taut between my
balls and ankles. I quickly sat down on my haunches to lessen the strain.
"Put your nose right in my hole, slave!" I stretched painfully up to burrow
in between his ass cheeks. Once there, I took a big sniff.
"Follow me, slave, and don't let your nose out of my ass or you're gonna
get it!" I crawled desperately after him as he strode across the room to
His chair. Each waddle pulled at my balls, and Master smiled to himself as
he heard the "mmph, ffff" of his slave as he moaned and sniffed in his
Master's ass scent.
When Master reached his chair, He bent over and held onto the arms.
"Get your tongue in there and lick, boy!" I stuck out my tongue and took a
long swipe at His ass crack. When I got back to His puckered hole, I
hardened my tongue and stuck it in as far as it could go. Master gave a low
moan of pleasure, reached for the bottle of poppers and held it between his
legs.
"Take two big hits with each nostril, slave! I want that fuck juice to fuel
your service." I breathed in and out, in and out until I couldn't see
anymore. The smell of Master's ass drove me to it again, and now I attacked
it with abandon. My whole world was his ass as I slobbered against the
hairy flash, licked tenderly at the crack and plunged my tongue as deep in
his hole as I could manage. Master stuck his ass out and took a few popper
hits himself as he pleasured himself with his slave's tongue. I could feel
that pleasure as he rocked slowly back and forth against my thrusting
tongue.
"Aah, you're going to be good at this slave!" Sir moaned, stood up, then
turned around and sat down on his chair.
"But, I have to think of your training. So far, you've sucked cock and
licked ass. Now I need to know that you can take care of my feet." Master
sat back and stuck out his boots, first one then the other with big clomps
on the wooden floor.
Even though I was new to this, I knew better than to reach for his laces.
As I bent down to take a bootlace in between my teeth, I heard Master give
a sigh of pleasure. I tugged at the laces of his boot and then worried the
sides of the boot to loosen them in the holes. As I got it looser, Master
Roy lifted up His boot and I managed to pull it off using my mouth. As soon
as I did, the foot aroma filled my brain.
"Suck on my socks, slave!"
His socks were hot and damp, and I tried to get my mouth around His toes.
The cotton seemed to suck all the spit out of my mouth, and it was a
struggle to fit His toes all the way in. But, Master Roy just leaned
forward and gave me the bottle to snort. As soon as my head was spinning
with fuck juice, I started to work his socks with more vigor. I could feel
the insides of my mouth pucker. After about ten minutes of sock service,
Sir Roy gently kicked the side of my head.
"Other boot slave!" I did the same service with the other, first laces,
then boot, then sucking socks. Another hit of poppers ensured my
obedience. By the time Master sat up, my mouth was sore and dry.
"Socks, slave!" I worried the first sock down with my mouth and immediately
attacked Sir's bare feet.
"I want to see your tongue through my toes, slave!" I furiously tongued at
His toes, slurping around his feet. There was toe jam between the smaller
toes, and I made sure to suck it up. By now, I wasn't caring about
anything. I knew that if I serviced His feet, I'd get to suck His cock
again, and that became my only goals. First one foot and then the other. I
licked and tongued his soles. Sir wanted to see how much of His foot He
could fit in my mouth. I only managed His five toes, but my cheeks were
obscenely full even with that.
"We'll have to get some photos of futures sessions, slave. You look good
with your face red with fuck juice and your mouth filled with my feet. It's
time for your reward!"
I moved quickly up to His jock, licking feverishly at the coarse fabric. It
was brown and stained with piss and His cock strained against the fabric. I
worked up enough spit to really wet it down, and soon I worked His thick
dick out of its pouch. I carefully worked the foreskin down over the head
of His dick and assiduously cleaned the underside of the head. Once again,
the smell of dick cheese assaulted my senses, and Master Roy gave me two
big hits of poppers to encourage a thorough cleaning.
By the time I had spit-shined the head of His dick, Master had gripped the
back of my head and plunged His fat rod down my throat. He grunted as I
choked up some slime and started to piston His dick in and out of my mouth.
I could barely breath, choking and snorting as His thick dick bruised my
throat. His first shot went right down my throat, but He pulled away and
shot his second and third sprays all over my face. He was panting and I was
gasping for breath. I could feel the cum slide down my face.
"That was a fine effort slave. One day, you'll be so good at this that I'll
want to show you off, share you with some of my friends. But we have more
training to do." He bent over and unwound the rope from my balls. He gave
it an extra tug as it spiraled away from my balls and I yelped at the
sudden rush of blood back into my tortured balls. Next, He stood up to
untie my toes, which were cramping from their rope confinement.
"Keep quiet, slave. Get dressed and go home. I want to watch TV." I quickly
stood up and gathered my clothes. Without even thinking, I left His
apartment bare-assed and quickly put my clothes on in the hallway. As I let
myself out into the cool night air, I felt the pavement on my bare feet.
Already, they were covered with the dirt of my walk here. I walked quickly
home, not to avoid the chill evening air, but to get home to jerk off
thinking of my Master. I couldn't wait for His next call.
ir Roy had put me in the default position. Ankles and toes tied up tight,
standing on a small painted square on the floor just in front of his
chair. Sir Roy like to sit down and relax, maybe watch the game on the TV
and look over at his scrub slave. Right now, I'd been standing in the
square for about thirty minutes, and Sir Roy's big dick got hard as He
watched me struggle to keep within the square. My thighs were trembling
with the effort because I had to balance on the balls of my feet. The
square was't big enough for the heels too. My toes were no use, of course,
they were tied up tight.
This was my scrub slave reward for doing a great job on the kitchen floor
when I had crawled in earlier, naked and horny. Now, I was standing in my
spot, dirty dishcloth tied around my waist, mouth gagged with an old smelly
sock still damp with Master's sweat. Master had tossed his old jockstrap
over my head head once I was in position. Master smiled as he sat
comfortably and watched me, looking ridiculous with the yellowed jock
covering my face. My nostrils were filled with the stink from Sir's cock
and balls. Sir probably hadn't showered in a couple of days, and it made my
dick hard with the thought of his saving his stink for me. I watched as Sir
Roy put his hands down and scratched his crotch. Maybe he'd let me give him
a thorough tongue bath later. A slave can dream!
"Slave!" At that, I stood up as straight as I could and mumbled, "eff, Er?"
which was as close to Yes, Sir! as the rank old sock would let me.
"Crawl into the bathroom. I gotta take a piss." Master Roy ambled along on
his bare feet in front of me. For once, I had on more clothes than
Master. My eyes lingered over his stocky body, covered with that thick,
dense hair that I love to tongue. His meaty ass paraded in front of my
hungry eyes as I scrambled on hands and knees to catch up. Master stood
next to the toilet and i crawled up and looked avidly at His thick cock.
"Boy, stand in front of the toilet!" I quickly stood up and face the
bowl. Sir Roy put a meaty paw on the back of my neck and forced my head
down, down, until the top of my head touched the water. I was forced to put
my hands on the ground on either side of the bowl to keep my balance.
"Give the toilet water a nice slurp for me boy," Master commanded. I bent
my neck awkwardly and sucked in some water. As I did so, Master let loose a
heavy stream of piss on the back of my head. I could feel it run down my
cheeks and splash into the bowl. The hot piss marked my close-shaven head
and I could taste the diluted piss in the water.
"Keep slurping, slave! You'll get it from the tap another time." As he said
this, I felt the thick stream move up to my neck, and then it cascaded down
my back. Soon, Master reached my ass, and the piss started to drain the
other way, down my ass crack and across my twitching hole. It splattered
against my balls as it fell on the tiles between my feet.
"Aaah!" Master sighed, and there was a pause in the stream. I could feel
Sir Roy moving behind me.
"AAAAglub glub" I screamed as Master Roy shoved His dick into my
asshole. There was no lube, just a bit of moisture from Master's piss. The
force of his first thrusts drove my face and head under the water, and I
struggled with the pain and the lack of air. I thrashed around trying to
find the surface of the bowl. Master let me come up for air, choking, as He
pummeled my ass with His dick. I had to hug the bowl with my arms to
prevent my head from cracking the porcelain. Master was relentless. I had
fantasized about our first fuck, but nothing like this, gasping for air,
trying to recover from the assault and feeling the cock pounding in and out
with Master's balls slapping against my own. This wasn't as I imagined
it. There was just too much going on. Still, I felt my cock starting to
harden just as Master gave a deep groan and an even deeper surge into my
asshole.
"MMMMMM! Fuck yeah, slave! Your ass is mine!" I could feel His dick jerk as
it released surge after surge of cum. It was such a quick and brutal fuck
that I almost missed it. Only my sore asshole testified to the act of
rutting. Master pulled out His dick, still hard from the fuck but just
starting to curve down. As I raised my face from the bowl—head still
upside down—I saw another stream of yellow piss come out of the tip of
His dick, his foreskin causing it to spatter all over my thighs and calves,
and all over the bathroom floor.
When Sir Roy was finished, He slapped me on the ass and said, "Lick my legs
clean, slave! I need to relax after that fuck!" I turned around and knelt
on the sopping tiles. I started with His thighs, and moved down the thick
muscles, concentrating on the insides that had gotten most of the splash
back. By the time I got to His big calves, I had to lick all around because
there seemed to be rank piss everywhere. I worked my mouth down to Sir's
feet and started to lap up the piss that covered His toes. I stuck my
tongue in between each toe, and sucked in the smell of His toe
jam. Occasionally, my tongue would hit the cold tile.
"On your back, boy, now!" I hurriedly flipped myself over and opened my
mouth. Sir Roy placed the sole of His foot over my mouth, and my tongue
lapped at His salty skin. Master removed His foot and towered over me. I
kept my tongue raised, hoping that Master would let me such on His other
foot. Instead, He chuckled and looked down at my pleading face.
"You've done a good job, slave. Here's your reward." Master then started
pissing into my open mouth. I swallowed the piss as it rocketed into my
mouth, splashing over my cheeks and dribbling on the floor.
"Tongue this piss up, boy, I've got more work for you tonight." Master
strode off and went back to sit on His chair.
I licked at the tile for what seemed like an hour. The piss had gone cold
and it had run everywhere. I felt my tongue groove into the grout between
the tiles, hoping to earn my Master's praise. When I finished, my mouth was
dry and the muscles at the base of my tongue ached from stretching it out
of my mouth. I crawled across the floor and got into my scrub slave
position on the tiny white square. Master was already in his chair,
watching the game.
"Get out of here, slave! I threw your clothes out the window. You'll
probably find them in the street if you hurry." I had to untie the knotted
rope around my ankles, and practically ripped it from between my sore
toes. What would I do if my clothes were gone? Somehow, I didn't think
Master would let me in. I hobbled down the stairs, knees sore from kneeling
and legs aching from the standing. Luckily, when I got down to the street,
I found my pants and t-shirt in the bushes below Master's apartment. My
shoes and socks were nowhere to be found, so I walked barefoot home. When I
finally got home, there was a message waiting for me on my phone. It was
from Master.
"Don't wash your feet, slave. I want `em nice and dirty for when you visit
on Saturday. And no baths! I want you rank." Saturday! That meant I had to
stay dirty all week. I didn't know what Master wanted me unwashed for, but
my dick was already twitching in anticipation.
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