Local Service

Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com

Part 12 (The Conclusion)

Apologies that it took forever to finish this final chapter. This story contains authoritarian themes. If that doesn't interest you, please move on. Email me with any comments; always happy to hear from readers. Donate to nifty! Visit http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

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All of a sudden, Chad shouted, "What the FUCK!"

He pulled his feet off me quickly and stood up. I rolled to my side. There, right next to my head, was Fag One kneeling. He had pulled his very hard dick out of his sweatpants, and was jerking himself off.

Uh oh.

I scrambled to my knees, and hissed "put it away" to Fag One. Chad grabbed me by the hair and slapped me in the face.

Fag One stuffed his cock back into his sweatpants. "Relax, dude," he said. "I won't jerk off if you're gonna freak out."

Chad pulled me by the hair so I was looking up at him. "Are you fucking kidding me with this shit, faggot?" He spat in my face, hard, twice, and then slapped me again.

"I'm sorry, Chad," I said softly. He slapped me and threw me down towards the floor.

"This always happens with you, faggot." I lay motionless on the floor, looking up at him towering over me and glaring down to me. "I'm having a nice time, enjoying myself after a long week, and then you fuck it up. Like you always do."

I slid towards him and licked the side of his foot in supplication. He kicked my face away, hard, in response. "Sorry, Chad."

"I should just throw you bitches out of here. For good."

Again I licked his foot. Again he kicked me in the face. "Please let us make it up to you."

"Shut the fuck up." He looked over at Fag One. "You got anything to say for yourself?"

"Whatever dude. You want me to suck your dick, I'll suck your dick. And I won't jerk off. You want to keep kicking that bitch in the face, go ahead. I don't really care."

I thought Chad would erupt but instead he started laughing. He stepped on my face. "Heh, bitch. Even other faggots think you should get kicked in the face." He stepped away, kicking my face one last time for good measure, and threw himself back on the couch. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. You"--he pointed to Fag One--"you're a pretty good cocksucker, better than that useless faggot, so I'm gonna let you blow me some more. Don't take your fucking dick out again. And you"--he pointed at me--"you're a stupid bitch who always fucks up. You can lick this other faggot's feet while I decide whether or not to let you ever touch me again."

No, I thought. No.

Fag One looked at me and snickered. Then he turned to Chad. "Do you want me to take my sneakers off?"

"I don't give a fuck," Chad said.

Fag One looked over at me. "Nah."

Chad laughed again. "Perfect." He cupped his thick, meaty hand around the back of Fag One's neck. Pulled him down into his crotch in one swift, continuous motion. I heard the sound of Fag One gagging a little as Chad's cock was forced into his mouth.

I was still lying flat on my side on the floor, and looked over at them. Fag One was kneeling, bent towards Chad's crotch. I slid a little closer, very slowly, and then Chad kicked me in the side of the face for encouragement. "Get over there, bitch. Start licking."

I moved over, got up onto my knees, bent over, and started licking Fag One's sneakers. I really had not expected that this night would end up with me licking some other guy's sneakers, and inwardly I cursed this guy who was ruining everything for me. It was one of the stranger aspects of my relationship with Chad (if you can call it that), that when he ordered me to lick his sneakers, I would quite willingly kneel in front of him and start licking his shoes. Not only that, it made me bone up. I got no satisfaction licking some other guy's sneakers. But I was quite conditioned at this point to do what Chad ordered, so I kept licking, if half-heartedly.

Chad had a decent enough view to what I was doing that he could determine I was, as usual, failing. Started berating me, telling me to keep my tongue all the way out of my mouth, and to lick each shoe from heel to toe and back again. At one point, he stood quickly, pushing Fag One's head out of the way, and came over. He leaned down, and hocked up two huge wads of spit, one each on Fag One's sneakers. "Maybe the chance to slurp up my spit is the encouragement you need to do a marginally decent job, faggot. Get to it," he said, pushing down hard on the back of my head .

I licked up all of Chad's spit from Fag One's sneakers while he went back to being blown. Chad said to me, "You know what, bitch? This is about right. A good illustration of your position. All you are good for is to lick the feet of the cocksucker who is blowing me."

Things continued like this for a while. Chad would moan periodically, as I guess the other guy was doing a pretty good job sucking his dick. My face was buried in sneakers, so I couldn't see anything, only hear the slurping sounds. I was surprised Chad hadn't come yet, from the sounds of things he was really enjoying it. I kept hearing in my mind Chad saying that the other guy was a better cocksucker than I am, which made me want to get back on that dick more than anything and prove him wrong.

"Okay, let's take a break," Chad said. Fag One straightened up.

"I want my balls licked for a while. Each of you take a ball, and start licking."

I crawled around to the other side of Chad's legs, got up onto knees. Chad looked amazing, his arms bent with his hands clasped behind his head, showing off his pits and the muscles of his pecs, his flat stomach, and his rock hard dick pointing up to the sky. His big luscious balls hanging there, making my mouth water. I started to lean in towards them, and feeling grateful to be relieved of my sneaker-licking duty, said "Thank you, Chad, for letting me lick your balls."

Chad pulled his leg back, planted his big foot squarely into my face, and pushed as hard as he could. I went stumbling backwards onto the floor. "Shut up, bitch. Don't fucking talk. I don't want to hear you."

I clambered back up to my knees, slowly bent towards him again, and when it was clear he wasn't going to kick me away again, I moved the rest of the way until my face was at his crotch. The smell was intoxicating, and my dick, which had gone totally soft, immediately pulsed and began to stiffen. Fag One was already licking Chad's other testicle, so I joined him, lapping away at that beautiful ball sac.

Chad went back to doing something on his phone while we licked his balls. His dick remained untouched. I really wanted to put it in my mouth. Despite all the many times I had sucked him off since he made me his personal cocksucker (50? 75? 100?), the intensity of my desire to have his cock in my throat at this instant was beyond measure. I had to really control myself to keep from just giving it a quick lick. My tongue on his testicle, that majestic cock was so close, it would be so easy to let my tongue slide over a few inches and feel that dick on the tip of my tongue.

Quite a while elapsed while Chad did whatever he was doing on his phone and we licked his balls. His cock softened a little so that it was no longer ramrod straight sticking into the air, but more half-hard. After a while my tongue became dry and tired, the muscles of my jaw and face ached a little, and my knees were starting to bother me from spending so long kneeling on the floor. Chad completely ignored us while he looked at his phone, occasionally giving his dick a tug but not even looking down at us. It's a strange sensation to continuously lick someone's testicle while he acts like you're not even there. It put me in a kind of trance.

Chad set his phone down beside him and stood. Fag One and I both instinctively scooted back on our knees. Chad put his big, strong right hand on the back on my head, and his left hand on the back of Fag One's head. He pushed us towards each other. "I want both of you cocksuckers on this dick now." We were kneeling, facing each other, Chad's dick pointing into the air between our faces. I pulled my head around so that my mouth was at the tip of his cock, but then he yanked me back hard by the hair. "No, you dumb faggot," he said. "Slide your mouth along the outside of my cock."

Fag One and I pressed our faces together so that we could both have one side of Chad's dick in our mouths. Chad pushed his dick back and forth between us. "Tongues!" Chad shouted. I licked the underside of Chad's dick as it slid across my face, my tongue meeting that of Fag One. "Fuck yeah," Chad said. He pushed my head forward even harder, my nose colliding with Fag One's. Chad's cock was coated with our saliva as it ran back and forth across our faces.

"Nice and wet, bitches." I heard the sound of Chad spitting, and then felt the drops land in my hair. Then another, this one hitting my forehead and nose, dripping slowly down onto my mouth to join my own spit on Chad's dick. Chad yanked both of us back by the hair, leaning over to spit first in Fag One's face, and then in my face, a big wad that landed hard and made me flinch. Then he pulled our faces back onto his cock. This time he stood still, no longer thrusting that stud body, and instead pulled us by the hair back and forth along his dick.

After another couple of minutes Chad released us, collapsed onto the couch. He pointed at the other guy, snapped his fingers, then pointed at his dick. "In your mouth, now." Fag One moved in between Chad's legs and bent over and onto his cock. I knelt there waiting further instructions. Chad acted like I wasn't even there. He put both hands on the back on the other guy's head, and started a steady fucking movement. I watched that beautiful, shiny, hard, majestic cock thrusting in and out of that lucky cocksucker's mouth. Chad started to pick up speed, while Fag One took that face fucking like a champ. He sputtered and coughed a little, making gagging sounds, but of course Chad didn't break stride, not for a second.

Chad started moaning, grunting. He pushed Fag One's head down and this time didn't pull it back up. Chad let out an escalating series of intense moans. It looked like Fag One was trying to pull up but Chad held him down tight. "Swallow it," he ordered. Eventually Chad relaxed his grip, and Fag One pulled back off his cock, snorting and taking deep breaths, a mixture of cum and saliva bubbling from his lips.

We both knelt there, not moving. Chad was quiet, his chest heaving. I felt a little stunned at the sudden way it had ended. Waited for Chad to say something. In a minute, he stood. There was a little bit of cum on the tip of his dick, which was all wet. He stepped towards me, I looked up at him, at his cock with its trailing cum, just a few inches from my face. I started to move towards him to lick up that last drop of cum, but he wiped his dick across the top of my head, used my hair to clean up his sloppy, wet cock.

He threw himself back down on the couch. Picked up his phone again. Didn't look up.

"Get the fuck out, faggots."

Fag One opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped. I stood and walked to the door, he followed me, leaving Chad on the couch, facing the other way. He never turned around. Fag One and I left the apartment.

In the hallway, he just looked at me. "Jesus," he said. I kind of shrugged. He walked down the hall, got on the elevator and left. I took the stairs up to my apartment.

I didn't hear from Chad for the next several days. I expected some kind of follow-up to that night, though I don't know what I expected Chad to say -- it was not exactly his style to thank me for arranging it -- but I figured he would say something. He never commented on it.

When I did hear from Chad again, it was because he suddenly showed up at my door, at about 9:00 on a Tuesday night. He swaggered into the apartment, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and sneakers. "Here for a blow job, cocksucker."

He walked into the living room, where I had been watching TV. "Goodfellas" was on.

"Hey, this is a great movie," Chad said. "Haven't seen it in a while." He sat down on the couch and began watching. I slid the coffee table away so that I could kneel in front of where he was sitting and blow him. But he pushed my head away as I approached. "No, I want to watch this now." I pulled back onto my knees away from him. "I'm tried, wanna put my feet up," he said.

I turned behind me and reached for the coffee table I had pulled away. Then I heard the sound of Chad snapping his fingers. I looked back at him. He pointed at me, then at the floor in front of him.

I crept over and around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of the couch. He threw his feet up on my back, his heavy sneakers landing with a thud in the center of my back, causing me to dip and struggle to stay up and keep my back flat.

I turned my head to the side and back to look at him. Every time I looked at him, Chad seemed more and more to be the most handsome man I had ever seen. His body looked amazing, even slouching in just sweats and a T. He never tried to look good, and yet always looked better than any other man around.

Suddenly Chad placed the bottom of his sneaker against the side of my face. He pushed steadily until my face was no longer turned to look at him. Then he put the bottom of his sneaker on the top of my head, and pushed down until I was facing the floor underneath me. As he returned his foot to his original resting position he said, "It's weird to be stared at by the furniture."

The movie had only been on for about 10 minutes when Chad arrived, so I spent the next two and a half hours in that position. I learned that it's very difficult, very, to serve as the footrest of a jock for such a long time. I really had to work to keep myself in that position for so long. Chad would periodically shift position, such as by crossing his legs, which he inevitably did by bringing one foot hard down on the other, causing my back to sag. Or he would spread his legs wide, one sneaker on my lower back and the other on my neck. There were only two breaks, one when he went to take a piss, and I collapsed on the floor while he was out of the room, rubbing my forearms. And the other when he suddenly kicked me in the face about half way through the movie. "Get me a beer," he barked. He lifted his legs so I could move. I returned with his beer, and went right back to footrest duty.

When the movie was over, Chad turned off the TV and pulled his legs off me, a gentle kick to my side so that I fell over onto the floor. Chad stood. My gaze swept up his body, from the sneakers level with my face, to the bulge in his sweatpants, the muscular chest, that gorgeous face looking down at me.

"Do you want that blow job now?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Nah, not in the mood anymore. Later, faggot." And he left.

Over the next few weeks, I sucked off Chad roughly every few days, always on his schedule, whenever he would text me and I would come running. They were mostly fairly routine blow jobs; he didn't ask me to get another guy to service him with me or anything else. For the most part, they were quick blow-and-go type experiences. There was one time when I had done something to piss him off (who knows what--it was always so random), so instead of letting me blow him, he make me kneel in front of him while he jerked off. He did at least cum all over my face, so that made me pretty happy. Then he could tell how much I enjoyed him cumming on my face, so he made me get in his tub and then pissed all over my face to wash the cum off. He was always thoughtful that way.

It was a late October Sunday afternoon when I got a text from Chad summoning me to his apartment. I hadn't seen (or sucked) him in almost two weeks so I became insanely happy and rushed down to his apartment.

He opened the door, looking studly as ever in jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt. I smiled as I walked in, but then stopped suddenly. The kitchen cabinets were mostly open and empty, and the apartment was full of boxes.

I looked at Chad with a questioning look on my face. "What's going on?"

"Yeah," he said absent-mindedly. "I'm moving on Tuesday."

"Moving where?"

"L.A."

"What?" I exclaimed. "You're moving to L.A.? Why didn't you tell me?"

Chad scoffed at me, shook his head. "Well, I've been busy getting shit ready, you know? I meant to put 'tell my cocksucker I'm moving' on my to-do list, but it just plain slipped my mind."

"Oh my god," I said. "I can't believe you are leaving, just like that."

"Yeah, this is going to be the last blow job, cocksucker. So, let's make it a good one, all right?"

He clamped his big, meaty hand onto the back of my neck and started to push me into the living room. I looked around, suddenly despairing at the thought that this was all about to end. My mind was racing, thinking about all the times I had serviced him in this apartment over the previous six months. Why hadn't he told me he was going to leave? I could have been blowing him every day. But, of course, I realized, none of this was ever about what I wanted. Only what he wanted.

He pushed me down to the floor in the living room. I knelt before him, his crotch at my face. "Can I -- can I ask one thing, for this last time?"

He looked at me skeptically. "If you ask properly, we'll see. Go ahead."

I bent all the over to the floor, kissed the tops of both of his sneakers. "Will you please take off your shirt?" I kissed both feet a second time after asking.

"Tell you what. Since you asked so respectfully, and since I'm feeling very generous today, I will."

I looked up at him suddenly. "Really? Thank you." I kissed both feet again.

Chad grasped the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head in one continuous motion. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like he did it slowly, almost seductively, so that each part of his torso was revealed one at a time -- the perfectly flat stomach, the rock-hard pecs, the broad, magisterial shoulders, and those amazing biceps. He tossed the shirt onto the floor.

"There ya go, faggot. Don't say I never gave you anything."

I bent over again and kissed each sneaker. Then I looked back up at him. He was smirking, his usual expression of disdain when he stood over me and I knelt before him. I didn't care. I just drank in the sight of that incredibly beautiful body.

Chad unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his cock, which was soft. "Get me hard, bitch" he ordered. I leaned in, grabbed his dick with one hand and began to lick and gently suck the tip of his cock. He let me lavish attention on his dick and just stood there, his arms by his side. It didn't take more than a minute or two for him to bone up. He reached down and pulled my hand off him, and so I began sliding my mouth over his dick, back and forth, a little deeper each time, sucking and licking as I did.

All thoughts of my disappointment at Chad's announcement vanished from my mind. For those moments right then, the only thing that existed in my world was the incredibly hunky jock stud before me, and his magnificent cock. That cock had made it my life's mission to please it. And so that is what I did.

I might have wished that this final blow job would go on for hours, but at one point, not really all that long after I knelt before him, Chad put both hands on the back of my head. He took over from me, and began to fuck my face. My eyes had been closed, lost in my reverie as I worshiped his cock, but now I opened them. I watched that perfectly lean waistline as it moved towards me and away, my nose crashing into him as he plunged all the way into my throat. Those studly hips moving, powering his dick into my mouth. I turned slightly to look up at him. His muscular chest looming above me, his arms outstretched and on display as they reached behind my head, the graceful line of his rounded biceps, all cresting in his big, beautiful shoulders. And, of course, the handsome face, a faraway look, his eyes partially closed, his lips slightly parted.

All too soon I felt the familiar stirrings and heard the sounds of his impending orgasm. And then the grip tightened, and I was pushed all the way down onto his cock as it exploded in my throat. I felt it pulse, shot after shot, and as he slightly lessened the grip I pulled off just a couple of inches for a chance to breathe and to taste his cum. I was rewarded by a few final spurts onto the roof of my mouth and my tongue. His sweet and salty deliciousness. I sucked the last bits out of his cock, and swallowed it all down. As he pulled out, I licked his dick clean.

Chad took a couple of steps back. I wiped my mouth.

"Okay, well, so long," he said.

"What about tomorrow? Will you want a blow job tomorrow?"

"No, I'll be gone all day and night. Then I leave first thing on Tuesday."

"Oh, okay," I said. Looked down at the floor.

I felt Chad's hand on my shoulder and I looked up. He grabbed my shirt and began to pull, so I stood. We walked to the door.

"Well, thanks for all the blow jobs, cocksucker." Chad said, with a mischievous smile. He paused and looked at me. "Goodbye, Derek."

I could not recall the last time he had called me by name in the six or so months that I had been servicing him. In face, I wasn't sure that he ever did, and had begun to wonder if he even knew my name.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out into the hallway. I turned back to look at him, mentally freezing that picture of my stud, from the top of his shaggy hair, across his magnificent torso, the crotch of his well-worn jeans, all the way down to his sneakers.

"Um, Chad," I said, uncertainly. "Can I give you a kiss goodbye?"

He laughed and shook his head, then he sort of nodded. "Okay, sure."

My heart thumped. I stepped towards him and began to lean in, when his arm rocketed out, and he placed his palm flat against my chest and pushed me back.

"Seriously? You thought that's what I meant? Come on, faggot," he scoffed. "That's fucking ridiculous. You can give me a goodbye kiss the proper way for a faggot like you." He pushed out his sneaker.

I got down on my knees, and slowly lowered myself all the way to the floor. I kissed the top of his sneaker at the toe, then again along the laces, then near the top of the tongue, and finally gave him a kiss on his white-socked ankle just above where his shoe ended.

He chuckled. "Later, faggot."

The door closed.

I stayed on my knees for a few minutes, still absorbing the events of the last twenty minutes or so. Then I stood and slowly walked back to my apartment.

I never saw Chad again.

That period of six months was unlike any other experience I had ever had. Or maybe ever will again. I would never forget it.

THE END