This is part three of Master Jason and slave. Please excuse the long wait. All the usual exclusions apply. Do not read if you are not interested in kink between men.
Each night since getting home from work since our last meeting I eagerly went to work sucking out the remaining scum from Master Jason's dirty jock strap as instructed. In fact, I realized that I was really falling for this guy who had treated me with such disdain, yet seemed to know better than I did what I really wanted and needed. As the week was coming to a close and our next meeting was the very next day, I found myself anxious to not only see what he had in mind for me next, but because I wanted my replacement dirty jock to work on as the one I had was now as clean as my mouth could make it.
I arrived the next Saturday morning as instructed and quickly removed my clothes and placed the now less filthy jock back in my mouth before I knocked on the door. Looking around to make sure no one could see me, I was filled with excitement and relief that Master Jason did not make me stay out there naked for more than a minute or so before opening the door. Standing in just a pair of long running shorts and running shoes, he again took my breath away.
"So, is that jock clean?, Shit head". I nodded my head and mumbled a yes.
"Better be. Now get your ass in here and head for the bedroom and lay down on the bed flat on your back."
With the jock still hanging from my mouth I did as I was told and waited for him to come in. By the time he did just two minutes later, I was once again hard as a rock.
"Now, just lay there while I get a few things ready, shit head". He growled.
With that, he went to a drawer and took out some ropes. He quickly tied each of my wrists to eyeholes in the back of his head board and stretched them as tight apart as they would go. He then did the same to my legs leaving me spread-eagled and helpless. Next, he took the rope, tied it around my ball sack, and then ran the rope through an eyehole attached to the ceiling. Pulling tight, my balls stretched up and my dick pulled forward, I found myself completely at his mercy.
"Still happy to be here, Shit head?" He asked.
Mmmmhmm. I managed though the jock.
"Good. Now, I am going for my morning jog while you relax." he laughed.
"Don't go anywhere!"
I don't know how long I laid there, but I knew it was a hot day and he could not jog for too long. After what seemed like an hour I heard the front door open and shut and then some noise in the kitchen. My senses were about as stirred up as they could be as he appeared in the door to the bedroom holding a bottle of water and drenched with sweat from head to toe. In fact, his jogging shorts were so wet they were almost see-through, which only made my anticipation more acute.
"So, here's the deal. I told you we were going to expand your pathetic little limits and that is what we are going to do. Got it? I nodded as best I could.
"Ok. Because I have not had a shower in a couple of days now and you can see from my run that I am in need of a bit of personal hygiene work. That's why I have you here. So you can personally take care of that for me." He chuckled to himself as he reached back into the drawer he got the ropes from and pulled out one of those miniature baseball bats.
"This little guy is just here in case you need a bit of shall we say, extra encouragement."
With that, he took the bat and gave my stretched out balls a tap just hard enough for me to realize how much he could hurt me if he really wanted to, and I could do nothing about it.
"So, I am going to take that jock out of your mouth now, and I expect that your mouth and tongue will be extremely active in working to clean up every inch of my body that is presented to it. If not, well, that little tap to your balls will seem like nothing, got that Shit-head?"
"Yes sir." I said with some trepidation now that I could finally speak again.
As I watched, he kicked off his running shoes, took off his socks, and then dropped his running shorts revealing what I could clearly see was a jock that was going to take even more of my time over the next week than the last one.
Slipping off the jock, it looked as if he could have rung it out it was so wet.
"Man, this ones going to be good, don't you think, Shit head?"
"Yes, sir, thank you sir." I said softly.
With that, he tossed the jock to the side and stepped up onto the bed with his legs on either side of me. I swear I almost came right there he was so fucking hot.
"Lets get to work. Remember, LOTS of enthusiasm." he said as he tapped the bat into his palm.
Putting one hand on the wall over my head for balance, he lifted one foot and put it squarely onto my face. I could tell instantly he was not kidding when he said he had not showered in days, and realized once again that I was possibly in over my head with this guy.
"Lick!'" he hollered as I hesitated just a moment too long.
I went to work as fast as I could sucking between his toes for the lint, and wiping my tongue on the bottoms of his feet. When the first was done, he switched and I did the same to the other.
"Good start. he said, as he turned facing the other way. But when you have not had a shower for a few days and you just finish a run, it is always my ass that I feel needs the most attention."
He could not see the fear in my face as he was facing the other way, but I am sure it would only have made him hotter.
"Now, I am going to squat over your face, which conveniently puts my hand holding this bat right next to your balls. You had better lick every bit of sweat, scum, and whatever else you find down there and keep on going until I stand up or else."
As I stared up at his beautiful, sweaty backside, he spread his legs wide and squatted down over my face just like he was in the woods and felt natures call. Grinding his dirty, sweaty ass in my face, I could only grunt and groan as I did my best to make him happy by licking up every inch presented to me as best as I could. After about ten minutes of this, I was once again in a kind of pig trance as I realized that what I thought I could not do had just made me hotter than I had ever been.
Standing up, he looked back at my sticky face and said, "Now for the inside. Stick your tongue out as far as you can and keep it that way."
I looked up at him wide eyed, and in a flash he bent down and smacked my balls with the bat causing me to jump and my tongue to fly out of my mouth.
"Yeah, like that. and keep it that way."
Looking back at me for aim, this time he took his time squatting over me so I had a bit of time to think about what was to come. I did not dare move my tongue however, as I dreaded that bat more than anything. As the tip of my tongue touched his slicked up bung-hole, I found myself whimpering again.
"I want to hear you say you want me to force that tongue up my ass." he growled. "Say it!"
I pulled my tongue back in my mouth for the briefest moment and quickly said, "Please sir, force my tongue into your hot ass."
I stuck it back all the way out and he lowered back to the point where it was just touching the outside.
"Here it comes, Shit-Head!" he yelled as he lowered slowly onto me and I could feel and taste the inside of my Master or any man for the first time.
Putting all his weight on me, my tongue was as far into him as it could go. I instinctively started to slide it around as I could tell Master Jason was now jacking himself off. He bounced up and down on my face for a good while and I just did what I now knew would come naturally to me.
Suddenly, Master Jason slid back off my face leaving his balls in my mouth. I did not need instruction this time as I did my very best to clean them while they were bouncing around as he jacked himself off. Back and forth he went, from his balls to his asshole over my mouth, spreading his cheeks as far as they could go.
"Oh yeah, Shit-Head!, he yelled, You are really catching on quick. With that, he grunted a few times, stood up and turned to face me, and let loose a flood of hot cum right over my face that splattered all over my upper body and into my open mouth. At the same time, not even touching myself, I exploded about three feet into the air with the single greatest orgasm of my life.
Climbing off the bed, Master Jason grabbed his wet jock and used it to wipe up the cum from my face and body and the bed. He then untied me, grabbed my hair and threw me off the bed.
"Pretty good slave, now grab your clothes and get out. And don't forget your project." he said with a wave towards the jock.
"Can I come back again next week?" I meekly asked.
"Yeah, you earned it I suppose." he said.
"Just don't forget expanding your pathetic little limits is what keeps my interest."
"Yes sir." I said as i scrambled for my clothes, the jock, and headed for the door.
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