A true story from my past involving bondage and discipline. Feedback to gringogoatee@yahoo.com.
Barefoot Scrub Slave 1
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 raping 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!"