Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com
Part 2
This story contains authoritarian themes. If that doesn't interest you, please move on. Comments are appreciated; email me at omksc@yahoo.com. Thanks to everyone who wrote to me about the first installment; I appreciate the feedback!
After the session with Chad, I became even more obsessed with seeing him. I wondered if I would get the chance to be dominated by him again, and hopefully to suck his cock this time. I was kind of mystified that he treated me the way he had, not sure how he had picked up on the fact that I can get incredibly submissive in the presence of a really dominant, hot stud. I'm not a submissive person generally, and I'm not particularly submissive or feminine in my outward appearance or mannerisms (not that there's anything wrong with guys that are, I'm just not). So I didn't see why he would think that I was, just because he noticed me checking him out. I mean, I'm sure guys check him out all the time, and I'm sure most of them are not submissive bitches like me.
Or maybe he didn't suspect it, but just went for it because that's what he wanted. That idea made me even hotter for him. Whatever the reason, I felt unbelievably lucky, if a little annoyed that he withheld his dick from me. I couldn't wait for a replay.
But wait I did. Days went by and I did not see him. I thought about going to his apartment and knocking on his door, but I was afraid that might piss him off and end things. He didn't know where I lived (well, he knew I lived on the 12th floor if he paid attention in the elevator), so I didn't expect him to come knocking on mine.
Finally, I was coming home from work late on a Thursday night, almost 2 weeks since our encounter, and I saw Chad in the lobby. He was alone, walking out of the building. I stopped to talk to him and so he stopped too. I didn't say anything at first, waited for him to speak. But he just stared at me, smirking. Finally he said, "What is it, bitch?"
He hadn't whispered--just called me that right out loud, and while there was no one visibly around us, there might have been someone around the corner or something. So I winced a little when he said that. But I didn't care, I just forged ahead. "Um," I said, nervous, "I was wondering if we could maybe hang out again."
He laughed. "Hang out? Is that what we did?" I kind of shrugged. "You mean you wanna beg to suck my cock again, right?" I nodded, sweating. "That's the kind of hanging out you want to do, right? You on the floor, begging me to let you suck my cock." He paused. "Maybe we can do that. In fact, maybe we can do that tonight. I have some errands to run, but I'll be back later. Maybe you can come to my apartment then. Would you like that?"
I nodded vigorously. "Yes, Chad I would love that."
"But this time you have to be better at following orders. I don't want to have to tell you things twice. Got it?" I nodded. "And you need to prove to me you really want to be my servant. That you deserve the privilege. So this is what you will do. You will get down on your knees in front me right now, and once you are there, you will ask me if you can kiss my feet, and then, only after I give you permission, you will kiss both my feet."
I looked down at his feet; Chad was again wearing flip-flops and so I could see his big, beautiful feet and man I did want to lick them. But right in the lobby of my building!? There was no one around, but anyone could just appear any second. "Um," I started to say.
Chad made a scoffing sound, annoyed, and immediately went to walk past me and out the building. I grabbed his arm to hold him and dropped to my knees in front of him. "Please may I kiss your feet?" He just glared at me. I dialed up the begging to get this over with as fast as possible, hoping no one would come by. "Please, I'm sorry I hesitated. I was being stupid. You know how much I love the idea of kissing and licking your feet. I will try to be the best bitch I can be. I would be so grateful if you let me kiss your feet, you stud." He shook his head at me. What more could he want? Finally it occurred to me, and I clasped my hands behind my back, the position he had insisted on back in his apartment. "Please, please, god, please can I kiss your beautiful feet?"
He nodded and said to me, "You may kiss my feet, faggot."
I leaned over and planted a big kiss on each foot. My cock was totally hard. He reached down, grabbed my face and pressed his thumb into my mouth. He pushed it in as deep as it would go, pressing down hard on my tongue. "9:00, bitch. Don't be late." And then he walked out.
I stood up, relieved that no one had come by, and unbelievably excited about what was to come.
At 9:00 sharp, I knocked on his door. When it opened, Chad was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, nothing else. He looked super hot. His hair was a little damp and tousled, and though his T-shirt was loose it hung off the rounded mounds of his pecs nicely. There was a good sized bulge in his sweatpants, and my mouth started to water.
He turned around, saying nothing, and walked in. I followed him. Some clothes were strewn across the chair, I surmised that he had just taken a shower.
"You have your cell phone with you?" he asked. I nodded. "Give it to me," he said, holding out his hand. I fished my iphone out of my jeans pocket and handed it to him. He turned off the ringer and placed it on the table. "I don't like interruptions. In the future make sure your phone is on silent when you arrive, got it?"
"Yes, Chad," I said, thrilled at the prospect that there would be a future.
"I have to read something for work tomorrow. So I am going to do that now. When I've finished, you're going to blow me. Follow me." He turned and started down the hall. There were a couple of rooms, his apartment must have been a two-bedroom, bigger than mine. He went into the last room.
He jumped up on the bed and grabbed some papers from the nightstand. He sat with his back up against the wall so that his legs were stretched towards the side of the bed and his feet were right at the edge. "Get on your knees, bitch, and worship my feet while I read this."
I dropped down to my knees and immediately began to lick the bottom of his right foot. It smelled squeaky clean, so I guess he had just taken a shower. I could tell out of my peripheral vision that he was staring at me but I was focusing all my attention on that big, masculine foot in my face. After a short while I suddenly felt him hit me in the face with his other foot. My head jerked back. I didn't understand why he had just kicked me in the face when I was worshipping his foot like he told me too. He hadn't kicked me hard, it didn't hurt or anything, but it startled me.
He had obviously intended to get my attention to tell me something, because he was leaning forward on the bed, his face just a foot away from mine, glaring at me. When he spoke his voice was very strong and direct. "Bitch. Where are your hands?"
My hands were against the bottom of the bed frame; I had been using them to brace myself while I licked his foot. Immediately I clasped my hands behind my back. "I'm sorry, Chad. I forgot."
"Oh, you forgot, huh? This is like the fifth time I've had to remind you that when you get on your knees in front of me bitch you put your hands behind your back. What is it gonna take for you to remember that? Huh?"
"I don't know, Chad, I'm sorry."
All of a sudden he leaned in even closer and spit in my face. "Don't forget again, cocksucker." Then he leaned back on the bed and started to read. "Get back to your foot worship, bitch."
I leaned forward and licked his foot again. I could feel the gob of his spit on my nose and cheek. I wanted to wipe it off but there was no way I was going to move my hands from behind my back. It was a little shocking, him spitting in my face like that. No one had ever done that before. Part of me was a little grossed out by it, by another, larger part of me felt very turned on. I had a feeling that Chad could take me to new heights of domination and humiliation that in the past had only been part of my fantasy life. As I was licking his foot he maneuvered it so that his spit got onto his big toe, and then he shoved his big toe in my mouth and I sucked it all off. And my cock loved it.
From that point on he just read his papers while I licked and sucked both feet all over. I would lick all around his toes and suck them into my mouth, switching back and forth between his feet. I kept my hands behind my back the whole time. He just sat there reading, every now and then flipping a stapled page, never even looking at me. A bunch of times he reached down and rubbed his crotch. It looked from his sweatpants that he was hard, or partially hard. I don't know how long this went on, probably at least a half-hour, maybe a full hour.
Finally he tossed the papers aside, reached down and pulled out his cock. It wasn't fully hard, but it looked amazing. He began slowly stroking it while he looked down at me, and I kept worshipping his amazing feet.
My dick was completely hard, even though I hadn't touched it once. But this was more than enough to make me hard; being down on my knees, hands behind my back, licking the feet of this demanding jock, looking up at his big beautiful cock as he played with it and at his handsome face in the background. If he had taken off his shirt so that I could see his chest I probably would have shot right there.
His cock was now fully hard, jutting out of his sweatpants into the air, as if calling out to me to come get it. And god how I wanted to. But naturally I wouldn't do or say anything until he told me what he wanted. Chad leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He put one foot on the top of my head and kind of forced my head down onto his other foot, which he tried to push all the way into my mouth. I tried to fit it all in, and sucked and licked it. Then he pulled both his feet away, scooted forward onto the bed, and got up and walked out.
I stayed on my knees in position, eager for him to return. After a couple of minutes, I heard him shout from the living room, "Cocksucker! Get in here!" I wasn't sure whether I should walk or crawl but to be safe I crawled in. He was standing near the table, his big erect cock sticking out, his sweatpants still on but pulled down his muscular thighs. I crawled over to him and got on my knees with my hands behind my back.
"Good news, faggot. I'm gonna let you blow me now. I expect you to do an excellent job the first time you suck my cock. Otherwise it will be the last time you suck my cock. Understood?"
I nodded.
"You gonna follow directions?"
"Yes, Chad."
"I shouldn't have to tell you this again, but since you're kind of a stupid cocksucker, I will. Your hands stay behind your back the entire time unless I tell you otherwise." I nodded in response. "You start by licking my balls."
Chad had his big hard cock in his hands, his balls dangling inches from my face. I leaned in and started to lick. They were totally clean, with just the faintest bit of that intoxicating smell that comes from the crotch of a jock stud like Chad. I licked them all around, pulled each one into my mouth to suck it. Meanwhile Chad was jerking his cock, rubbing it against my face.
He grabbed me by the hair and angled my head so I was facing up, then slapped his dick hard against my cheek. He rested his cock across my face. It stretched across the entire length of my face. "You want it in your mouth?"
I nodded, desperate and longing. "Yes."
He slapped my face with his cock again. "Beg, bitch."
"Please, Chad, please may I suck your cock. You have an amazing dick, it's so beautiful. It's perfect. I would be the luckiest cocksucker on earth if you let me put it in my bitch mouth." He rubbed his cock against my face as I spoke. "I want to make you feel amazing, you stud. Please let me suck you off. I'll suck you hard and deep for as long as you want. From the first time I saw you I've wanted to blow you. Please let me show you how much I want to serve you as your cocksucker."
He banged his cock against my face. "You want to be my personal cocksucker?"
"Yes."
"To service me at my beck and call?" Banged my face again with his cock.
"Yes, please."
"Hmmm. It would be handy to have a cocksucker to service me right here in my building. Nice and local. You will service me whenever I want?" Bang.
"Yes."
"However I want?" Bang.
"Yes."
"Wherever I want?" Bang.
"Yes, god, yes." Every time he hit me in the face with his cock I felt my own cock surge like crazy. The feeling of that hard hunk of muscle connecting with my face, the way he grasped it with his big, strong hand, the power in it. While I was down on my knees, hands behind my back, looking up at that sexy body and face staring down at me, making me want to agree to whatever he asked me to. I had never been so turned on in my life.
Chad released his cock, let go of my hair. He folded his arms across his chest, let a long moment pass.
"Suck my cock, bitch."
At last! I licked his cock first, a nice long lick from the base to the tip. He tasted amazing. Then I closed my mouth around the head. The first feeling of his cock inside my mouth was incredible. He didn't push it in, just let me savor it. I sucked on the head, reaching out with my tongue to lick the underside. Then I moved my mouth further down on it, until his cock was about halfway in my mouth. It was thick, but I could still get my mouth around it okay. I bobbed my head up and down on it, sucking and licking.
After a few minutes of being lost in that amazing cock, sucking and licking it, I looked up at Chad for the first time. His head was tilted back slightly, his eyes were closed, his mouth open just a touch. It seemed like he was really enjoying the blow job, and I felt a swell of pride and happiness that I was making him feel pleasure.
I closed my eyes and went back to focusing on his cock. Licking and sucking. From time to time I pulled off his cock and licked and sucked on his balls. But not for very long; I needed that cock in my mouth. Chad would sometimes push his cock forward as I was bobbing my head down on his dick, but rather gently. A few times he spoke, saying "yeah, suck it" or "suck my dick, cocksucker" or "that's it, bitch" or something like that.
After this went on for quite a while, I felt Chad's hand on the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was gazing down on me with a look of determination.
"You like that cock, bitch?" he said. With his dick in my mouth, I moaned my reply. "Then deep throat it." And with that Chad pulled my head into his cock and pushed his cock forward into my mouth. I felt my forehead hit his flat stomach and my nose got buried in his pubes. His cock was down my throat. I wasn't completely prepared and started to gag a little, but Chad just tightened his grip on my neck, held me firm against him. I gagged for a few seconds until finally he released me, and I pulled my head back.
But not all the way. Once his cock was only halfway in my mouth and I could breathe again, Chad took his other hand and placed it on the top of my head. Then he pulled me into him again, thrusting his cock forward, saying "Take that fucking dick, faggot" and plunging his cock into my throat. With the hand on my neck he held me tight against him and with the hand on my head he pushed my head into his crotch, so that his cock got buried as far as possible into my throat. My face was squashed against him, I couldn't breathe at all, and he held me like this, making small fuck motions with his hips and holding me down. It was like my head was in a vise and he was fucking my mouth with his entire body.
After a few seconds I started to cough and sputter and eventually Chad released his grip and pulled my head back. "Pretty good, faggot," he said. "Sometimes I like to fuck deep and hold it long. That was not a bad start, but you will need to get better at holding my dick in your throat, cocksucker."
Chad settled into a regular rhythm of fucking my face. He kept both hands on my head now, and pushed his cock into my eager mouth and pulled my head towards him. He was really swaying back and forth, fucking my face with his body, and I could feel the power of that athletic, hard bod each time my face banged up against it. "Yeah, you love getting face-fucked by my big cock, don't you bitch?" I moaned.
Chad pulled me all the way off his cock for the first time in many minutes. "Huh, bitch? Do you fucking love getting face-fucked by me, bitch?"
"Yes, god yes I love your cock," I said breathlessly.
Chad laughed. "Man, what a little bitch. You are a true cocksucker, aren't you, bitch?" he said as he pushed his cock back into my mouth. I just moaned in reply and knelt there as he fucked my throat.
In another minute or so I could feel Chad start to tense up. "I'm gonna cum, faggot." He pulled me hard into him, his cock speared my throat and he held it down. I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his cum directly into my throat. There were a good four or five big shots and then he released his hold slightly and I pulled out some, and Chad shot the last few drops into my mouth. I was ecstatic to taste a bit of his cum which of course tasted fantastic like the rest of him. I swallowed it right down.
Once he finished cumming, he pulled out his cock, grabbed it and squeezed tight. One last big drop of cum emerged, and Chad deposited it on my cheek. Then he banged his cock hard against my face, turned my face to the side and wiped his cock against my other cheek and my hair, I guess trying to dry it off or something. He pulled up his sweats and put his dick away.
Chad walked over to the sofa and threw himself down. "Good thing you swallowed my load, cocksucker, or you would have been tossed out never to return."
"Of course, Chad," I said.
"While we're on the subject, I have three rules regarding my cum. It is a gift to you, not to be wasted. Rule 1: if I cum in your mouth, obviously you swallow it down." I nodded.
"Rule 2: if I cum on your faggot face, you do not wipe it off. It stays there, so that you can be marked as my cocksucker."
I nodded again.
"Rule 3 concerns other places. Now, those are the only two places I will ever cum, in your mouth or on your face. Sometimes my cum may end up somewhere else by accident. In that event, you clean it up by licking it up or rubbing your face on the surface until all the cum has transferred to your bitch face. Got it?"
"Yes, Chad."
"Good. I'm done with you now. You may express your gratitude and then leave."
I really didn't want to leave. I just wanted to spend more time in his presence. I wasn't exactly sure how he wanted me to "express my gratitude," so I made my best guess by crawling over to him and kissing his feet. As I spoke I licked his foot. "Thank you for letting me blow you, stud. You were very kind to use my throat like that. Your bitch thanks you very much." I didn't know what else to say so I just licked his foot some more.
Eventually Chad pushed my head away with his foot. "That's enough. Dismissed."
I stood and began to walk out, disappointed that it was time to leave. Right before I reached the door Chad called out to me.
"Cocksucker?!"
I turned and excitedly began to walk back.
"You forgot your phone," he said, pointing at the table.
"Oh, thanks," I said as I picked up the phone. I lingered for a second, looked over at him with a hopeful expression. He reached for the remote and said, "Get out, bitch." I made my way out.
At this point, my own cock was unbelievably hard, straining against my jeans, desperate for release. The thing I like more than anything else in the world is to be on my knees, getting face-fucked by a demanding, aggressive guy. The fact that Chad made me keep my hands behind my back the entire time was like an added bonus, because it's reminiscent of something else I love, which is to be tied up before I get used. I really needed to jack off at this point and hurried up to my apartment. I couldn't quite believe my luck.
Two days later, a Saturday, just before noon. I was out at a coffee shop about 10 blocks from my building, editing a manuscript for work. It was crowded, and the only spot I could grab was at a long table next to this hot young jock reading the newspaper. He was Asian, with long dark hair, handsome face, and a strong jaw. His well-toned muscular body was evident from his tank top and shorts. I hadn't really wanted to sit next to him, because I knew it would be too distracting and I had work to do. When I went to sit down I moved his papers a little and he gave me an annoyed look. Then he completely ignored me. I guess he wasn't distracted by me in the slightest.
I had been working for a good hour. My pages were on the table, my iphone just off to the side on the table between me and the jock's newspaper. When an iphone rings, if the call is from someone in your address book, it displays their name plus a big, clear photo of them. So I freaked out when my iphone rang, and I looked over to see a big picture of a hard cock and the name "Stud." I looked over, and the jock guy was looking down at my phone, then looking at me with a confused and disgusted expression.
I grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, fag. I want a blow job," Chad said.
"Now?"
"Yes, now, you stupid cocksucker. What do you think?"
"Um," I said, watching the jock guy frown at me. "I'm busy now, and I'm not home. I'm, like, 10 blocks away."
"You're busy now?" Chad asked, sneering. "You mean you don't want to suck my cock."
"No, yes, of course I do," I said, sweating.
"Tell me that you do."
"I just said it."
"No, bitch, tell me precisely."
I looked at the jock guy nervously. He wasn't even pretending not to listen. I started to get up to walk away, when Chad said "Say it right now, or else."
"I want to suck your cock," I whispered into the phone. The jock smiled and shook his head.
"When?"
"Now," I said into the phone.
"Don't ever fucking tell me you're busy again." Chad was angry. "You need to make up for that right now with some heartfelt begging or you can forget it."
Jesus. There was no way around this. "I'm sorry," I said. I looked right at the jock guy as I said into the phone, "Please may I blow you?" Silence from Chad. "Please may I come over, get on my knees, and suck your cock? I know I don't deserve the privilege of blowing you, but can I please come over right now and suck you off?"
"Yes, bitch. And hurry the fuck up," Chad said and hung up.
I put the phone in my pocket and gathered up my pages. Tried not to look at the jock guy, even though I could tell he was watching me intently.
As I tried to edge past him, he grabbed my arm, held my bicep in his firm grip. "That guy on the phone," he said to me. "What's the deal?"
I didn't say anything, looked away.
"Are you his boyfriend?"
"Uh, no," I said, laughing a little. "Not exactly."
"So, what, then, he just calls you and you go over and blow him?"
I nodded. "Oh," the guy said. "So you're, like, his bitch?" I nodded again, squirming. He smiled. "He's a lucky guy, I guess. Blow jobs on call from a little bitch." He pulled me in close and said into my ear, "I should get me one of those." Then he released my arm and turned away, picked up his newspaper.
I was nervous as hell, sweating like crazy, and I practically ran out of the shop and back to the building.
At first I was perplexed by my phone, but then I remembered that there had been a few minutes when I was in Chad's bedroom and he was in the living room, where my phone was on the table. He must have taken a picture of his erect cock with it and then entered his number into my phone book. I wish I had known, so that I wouldn't have left my phone on the table, and ended up humiliated in front of the jock when it became clear I was someone's bitch.
On the other hand, the fact that he had done that made it seem he intended to contact me regularly to get serviced, and that made me very happy.
When I arrived at Chad's apartment, he was stretched out on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table. I walked over towards him, stood a few feet away. "Knees," he said, and I fell to my knees and put my hands behind my back.
"Did you like my present?"
"What present?" I asked.
"The picture I took with your phone. Of my big cock."
"Yes, Chad, I liked it."
He chuckled. "What happened when the phone rang? Were you surprised?"
"Yes. I had my phone on the table when the picture of your dick showed up."
Chad laughed. "Oh that's fucking great. Did anyone see it?"
I nodded. "There was a guy sitting next to me; he saw it." Chad told me to explain what happened, so I told him the whole story. When I got to the part where the guy said, "So you're his bitch" Chad burst out laughing. He was clearly enjoying this.
"Oh, that's excellent, cocksucker." He chuckled some more. "You're going to keep that picture in there, right?" I nodded. "Of course you are. Okay, I don't have a lot of time, gotta get to the gym, so get down there are start sucking." Chad leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and his stretched out, relaxed pose made him look like he was all ready to get serviced.
I crawled over and buried my face in his crotch. I rubbed it against the denim for a little while, trying to figure out how I was going to get his cock out when I couldn't use my hands. I could feel his cock squirming around underneath. After a minute of so, Chad reached down, pushed my face out of the way and pulled out his cock. He just unbuckled his jeans and pulled his underwear down, exposing his dick and his balls. Then he pulled my face down to meet his rising, thrusting dick.
I sucked him nice and deep. He alternated between lounging back with his hands behind his head watching me pleasure him and grabbing my head and face-fucking me hard. Once as he pushed my head aside I lost my balance (it's hard to stay upright with your hands behind your back) and fell onto his lap then into the couch.
"Clumsy faggot," he said, and pushed me backwards so that I fell on the floor. I immediately put my hands behind my back so that I was laying on them. Chad stood and walked over to me. He placed one bare foot on either side of my face. I just stared in awe at that amazing cock jutting out of his jeans and at his incredible body towering over me. He held one foot up over my face, and as I reached out my tongue to lick it he pulled it away and laughed. Then all it once he brought it down onto my face and rubbed it all over.
He knelt down onto the floor, one knee on either side of me, his cock and balls in my face and then he started to face-fuck me. But the angle was bad and I was having a hard time getting his dick all the way in. "Come on bitch, swallow it," he said. But because of the way he was kneeling over me it was hard to do.
Chad reached down and grabbed me by the arms, pulling my arms over my head to rest on the floor above me. This let him kneel with his shins against my body and his knees at my shoulders. He placed one of my wrists over the other one, and held them down with his strong arm while he thrust his cock back into my face.
And that is how he fucked my face. The weight of his body on my chest, him holding my arms tight against the floor over my head, and his cock pushing its way in and out of my throat. When I felt him start to get close, Chad pulled up a little and grabbed his cock, then sprayed his cum all over my face and hair. The feeling of his cum spurting against my face as I struggled against his strong arm holding me down was incredible, and I came quietly without even touching myself. I hoped he wouldn't notice.
Chad released my wrists and sat back on my chest. "Whew!" he said and smiled. "That was a good one. Your face is totally full of cum, cocksucker." I could tell he was right. There was a lot especially on my nose and upper lip.
"Okay, I'm going to change and go to the gym. See you later." He jumped up and started to make his way to his bedroom. I just lay there for a moment, lost in a post-orgasm bliss.
Then Chad was standing next to me again, looking down at me. "Get the fuck out, bitch. Now."
I jumped up and started for the door, trying not to let the cum drip off my face. I knew Chad would insist I leave with my face full of his cum. I stepped into the hallway and turned towards the elevator. There was someone standing there, waiting. I froze, turned back towards the wall so he couldn't see my face. Fished my phone out of my pocket and pretended to be reading something. It took forever for the elevator to arrive, but I finally heard the chime. The guy called out, "Going down?" which was kind of hilarious in a way, and I called back, "No thanks." Some of Chad's cum slipped into my mouth as I spoke, and I savored the taste of it. When I heard the doors closed, I bounded over to the stairwell, took the steps two at a time as I ran up to my floor and into my apartment.
Back in my apartment, I took out my phone and brought up the picture of Chad's cock. I stared at it as I rubbed his cum all over my face. My cock was rock hard again.