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Nike Slave Part III
Kristopher was standing in the next cubicle to mine talking to Sheri. He was leaned up against her cubicle wall and flirting with her. She reached over to answer the phone that just rang and inadvertently knocked over her can of Coke that she carelessly placed next to the edge of her desk. The sweet liquid began to gush out of the open container and splashed all over her desktop and began to drip down onto the floor. When the can turned over, a spray flew out of the opening and drenched Kristopher's black leather Timberland boots that he decided to wear to work today.
"Shit, I am so sorry!" Sherri exclaimed after she hung up the phone and summed up the situation.
Kristopher just laughed. "It's alright, that kind of stuff can happen."
Sherri busied herself by pulling out a bunch of tissues from her dispenser on top of her desk and began mopping up the mess on her desk. The tissues did not do a very good job. They ripped easily after becoming wet. After she dried up her desk and down the side of it, she ran out of tissues. "Dammit, I don't have enough to clean off your boots. They are soaked too."
"Don't you worry your pretty little self over that. Just let them dry off by themselves." He told her.
"But if you let them dry like that, they will be covered in a sticky mess. Let me go get some wet paper towels and clean them off for you before they dry." She exclaimed.
"No way, don't worry about it at all. I have a special way to clean them off when I get home tonight. In fact I think I will have them cleaned all over. They will be sparkling new the next time you see them again, I promise. I will make sure they get the attention they require and deserve." He winked at her.
"Yeah, well I still need to get a wet paper towel to wipe off my desk so it won't be sticky." She said as she rushed off to the bathroom.
Kristopher looked over at me menacingly and had a big grin on his face. "Yeah, I think I am going to have to have my boots cleaned tonight by someone who is going to do a real thorough job and I think you know who that someone is going to be, don't you slave?" He leered at me.
"Please keep you voice down, I don't want anyone to hear you call me that here. It is bad enough I have to do everything you say but please keep this between you and me. I don't want anyone to know how you are using me." I begged.
"Well, if you don't want this to get out, then I suggest you do exactly as you are told and obey everything and anything I tell you. You got that?" He asked.
"Yes, I got it." I replied quietly.
"You got it, WHAT?" he asked raising his voice.
With panic rising up in me, I quickly replied, "I got it, master."
I dropped my head in humiliation knowing I had to obey him no matter what he told me to do.
"Yeah, and tonight, you will be cleaning my Timberlands with your tongue. You are going to do a complete restore to them via a tongue bath. And that includes the soles as well as cleaning off the dried, sticky Coke that is now coating them. So as soon as you leave here, I want you in your car, on the way to pick up some beer and you are going to meet me at my house and your tongue is going to get a work out tonight, got it?" He explained.
"Yes master, as you wish. Anything to keep this private and quiet." I acquiesced.
The day flew by and I was worried about going over to Kristopher's house again tonight. I already knew what he had in store for me tonight because I saw the dried, sticky mess on his boots as he left later that day.
I reluctantly got into my car and drove down to the convenience store on the way to his house and I went in and bought some beer again, returned to my car and headed my way on to Kristopher's house. I pulled into his driveway, put the car into park and opened my door. I grabbed the beer from my passenger's side seat and got out of the car. I closed the door and looked toward the house and I saw Kristopher standing in the doorway waiting for me. I approached my with a lump in my throat knowing that I was about to be cleaning the mess from his boots that he had gotten on them today. He had a grin on his face.
"Welcome, slave." He smirked.
He backed away from the door and allowed me passage. I entered into his lair and made my way to the kitchen where I placed the beer on his counter and returned to the living room where he remained.
"Well slave, I am happy to see you. I just want to tell you that I am so into pussy and what I do to you is just to get my rocks off. Cunts don't do what I can make you do and I find it very erotic that I can make you do anything I want and make you get me off no matter what I ask you to do. This fucking turns me on like you wouldn't believe. You are my fucking slave and I am going to use you as I see fit and there is nothing you can do about it but let it happen. That gives me such a rush that I am going to push your envelope to see how much I can get away with. And tonight your envelope is going to be stretched." His face lit up as he explained this to me.
"Are you going to do what I tell you to do? Or do I need to tell everyone at work what you have done to me so far?" He asked threateningly.
"I have no choice Master. You know I must obey you, you fucker or else I am in a world of shit." I replied disgusted.
"Yeah and that idea makes me hard, slave." He agreed.
"So bitch, get me a beer and make it quick." He ordered.
He sprawled out on the leather couch and turned on the TV. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer and opened it and placed the top in the garbage. I quickly placed the remaining beers in the fridge and returned to the living room to meet my Master.
"Yeah bitch. That's what I mean. I don't have to do fucking anything. You are a fucking piece of shit and have to do anything I ask. And I am thinking about what I can make you to do see you struggle to obey me. Fucking sweet, to see you try to do what I tell you and worry about whether or not I will tell everyone makes me horny as hell and also makes me laugh to see how bad you want to keep me quiet. So I want to see tonight just how far you are willing to go to keep our arrangement a secret between you and me. What do you think? He asked.
"Ummm Master, I am not sure. I don't know what to think, here is your beer." I replied, sheepishly.
"So you wouldn't mind if I let it slip to Sheri or some of our other co-workers that you sucked my cock, swallowed my cum, and licked my feet?" He asked with a grin?
"No, Master, please anything but that. Please I will do anything to keep that from happening." I pleaded.
"Oh really? Anything? Fucking ANYTHING?" He asked incredulously.
I had to admit I could not bear people at work knowing that I had sucked his cock and also worshipped his feet. So I thought it over and decided in my mind that, yes I would do anything he asked. It was worth it.
"Yes Master, I will do anything you tell me." I conceded.
"Is that right? ANYTHING? And I mean that, ANYTHING? It does not matter how disgusting, perverted, sick, or twisted it is what I tell you to do, you will fucking do it?" He prodded.
I had to think about it. I simply could not live it down if he leaked any of this to anyone. So I was trapped. I had to submit to his whims, no matter what they were. So I replied, "Yes Master, I will do ANYTHING you tell me to do no matter what it is." I was trapped.
"Fucking sweet. There are so many things I want to try and I didn't ever think that I would be able to make someone endure them to get me off. But now I have a fucking slave. A goddamn fucking slave that has to obey me and I can do whatever the hell to him to experiment and he will comply with it. That is just too much. I am getting hard just thinking about it." He was lost in thought.
He grabbed the beer from me and looked at me, "You were at work today, you saw what Sheri did to my boots, what do you think I should make you do right now?" he asked? And the grin on his face grew knowing that he had the power to make me do whatever he wanted.
"Ummm, get a rag and soak it with hot water and then clean off your Timberlands?" I suggested.
"No fucking way! You know that you are going to clean my boots for me and they are going to be spotless, right? And no rag will be involved, it will be your tongue." He was getting off on this.
"Yes, Master, as you wish" I replied. I had no choice.
"Yeah, ok, you are going to tongue polish my boots while I lay here and watch TV and you are going to fetch me beers in between and when you are done, I have something so awesome planned that I do not even want to tell you about it. Just lick my boots and bring me beers and you will see what will happen next." He explained.
He took a sip of his beer and I looked at his feet and boots hanging over the armrest of the sofa that he had sprawled out on. His boots were covered in dried Coke and I knew it was my responsibility to clean them and he told me that I had to use my tongue to do it. What the hell did I get myself into? I got down on my knees at the end of the couch and looked up at him. He smiled and said, "Yeah cunt, lick my boots clean including the soles. You had better be sure that you get all of the Coke off of them no matter how long it takes, too."
Damn, I was trapped. My tongue is at his service. I had to obey and comply.
I spent the next twenty minutes licking his Timberlands. I started out on the tops of them and got most of the Coke off easily. It was sweet and it came off quite easily. I focused on the tops and the part of the boots that went up over the ankle. It had no taste whatsoever except for when I was licking the dried Coke off of them. That was sweet but the rest was tasteless.
I thought I was done so I looked up at him. He looked down at me and inspected his boots. They were clean. However, I did not touch the soles. He frowned at me and asked, "Uh cunt, don't you think that the soles of my boots are part of the areas you need to clean?" He chuckled.
"Aaaawwww, come on. I cleaned your boots from the Coke. Can't you let it go with that?" I pleaded.
"Fuck no. A boot cleaner cleans the entire boot. Now, since you have no materials to clean my boots, you MUST use what you have to finish the job. That means your tongue. And when you are done, I have something in store for you" He replied.
So I followed his instruction and started to lick his soles as well. There was some mud that had dried on them and when I licked it, it dissolved onto my tongue. But it was very gritty. I spent about 15 minutes licking his soles. He looked down at me and laughed. "Do you need to wash your mouth out?" He asked.
"No, Master, I am good." I replied knowing that the last time he told me that he would wash out my mouth, I ended up drinking his piss straight from his tap.
"Bullshit. I am not going to be accused of not maintaining my slave's needs. Get my cock out and take it into your mouth. I am going to rinse out your mouth." He ordered.
He swung his legs down and rested his feet on the floor and sat up on couch. I stood up at the end of the couch, planning on walking over in front of him and he barked out, "On your knees faggot! Slaves don't get to walk around in front of their Master's. You need to learn your fucking place."
I immediately dropped to my knees and shuffled over in front of him. He tipped the beer bottle up and polished it off. This was his fourth one that he had drunk down. While I was cleaning his boots he allowed me short breaks just long enough to fetch him new ones and discard the empties as he finished them. So now I am sure his bladder was quite full. He leaned back on the couch and clasped his hands behind his head and looked down at me grinning. "Go on cunt, you need to rinse your mouth out and I need to piss so get at it."
I reached up and started to unbutton his jeans. He glared at me, "No hands cunt-face!"
I just looked at him in disbelief. I knew what he wanted. I leaned forward and placed my face in his crotch. The material of his jeans was tough and hard to manipulate with my mouth and lips but I managed to open the top of his jeans wide enough to allow my teeth access to the zipper tab. I clenched it between my teeth and pulled. Thankfully it came down rather easily. Next were his boxer-briefs. His package was already bulging behind them. I bit the elastic band with my teeth and pulled them too. I lost my grip with my teeth a few times and had to keep trying to bite the band in order to work them down over his growing prick. As I pulled them down, his cock rubbed against my nose. He let out a slight sigh as his prick explored its new-found freedom.
"Claim your reward you fucking urinal, because I really got to go." He inched forward.
I opened my mouth and took his manhood inside of my wet, hot hole. And the next thing I knew, my mouth was being filled with a hot, salty and bitter cocktail. I swallowed as fast as I could because I knew better than to let even the smallest drop exit my mouth. No matter how fast I swallowed there was more to replace it. It was all I could do to keep up with the flow. The solution was very salty and bitter. I did not like the taste but as I kept swallowing I must have gotten used to it because after a while I did not mind the taste any more. Eventually the flow slowed down and I did not have to swallow as fast to empty my mouth and finally the stream ended.
"Fucking awesome. Do you have any idea how good it feels to just lay back and relax and let it go and not have to worry about piss getting all over? Fucking sweet. I love it. That felt so good to relax and let it flow," he exclaimed as he rubbed his chest.
"Well, now on to see how nasty I can be to you. I can't imagine having this done to me what I am going to do to you in just a minute but, what the fuck, you are my slave and I want to see you struggle and have to obey me. That just turns me on. So now, take off my boots and strip me." He demanded.
Luckily he was one of the kind of people that did not lace his boots and tie them tightly. He laced them just loose enough so that he could slip them on and off without tying them. I reached out to grab a hold of one of them and he asked me, "what the fuck do you think you are doing, you stupid cunt?"
"Master, you told me to take your boots off and I am doing that." I defended myself.
"You are such a stupid cunt-face. I already told you that you are not to use your hands." He barked.
I remember the last time he had me lay on the floor and use my mouth to grab the heel and sole of his sneaker and pry them off. Obviously he expected it again. So I lay down on the floor on my back with my head between his feet and opened my mouth. He lifted his left foot over my face and placed the heel in my mouth and I bit down on the hard rubber sole. He pulled his foot out and it actually came off quite easily. Again they were not laced tight to make it easier to do just that. But oh my god, the stench was putrid. It was so strong it almost made me gag. And later I found out why. He repeated the process with his other boot and then told me to pull his socks off. I already knew that my hands were off limits so I rolled over and bit the top of his sock. I pulled the nasty smelling, white cotton sock down his ankle and over his heel. Getting it over his heel was the hardest part because the sock at that point was stretched to its limit. I had to bite it a couple of times in order to renew my grip with my teeth, but finally I managed to remove his sweaty, stinking sock. It was the worst smell I had ever experienced before. I repeated the process all over and got the second one off too.
"Sweet! I don't know how you can stand the smell. I can smell those fuckers from here and they are NASTY!!!. Do you have any idea why?" He asked me.
"No, Master, I have no idea. All I know is that it is all I can do to be next to them. They are making me sick." I replied.
"Well I can understand why. I ran out of laundry soap about two months ago and did not feel like going grocery shopping so when I ran out of clean socks I kept wearing these fuckers every day. I have not changed them in over a month. I know they must be pretty funky because when I take my boots off at the end of the day I can't stand the smell of them so I ball them up and stuff them back in my boots to keep the stench in. But I would love to see you to have to suck on them. That would make me just about puke but I want to see how bad you want to keep me quiet. So you are going to get to suck the sweat out of them in just a minute." He laughed at the thought of pushing my envelope.
"So as I take off my shirt, grab my Nikes from off the floor at the other end of the couch and place my nasty socks inside of them." He ordered.
He pulled up the bottom of his shirt and worked it up over his hot, sexy body as I crawled on my knees over to the end of the couch. I knew I was forbidden to use my hands, so I reached down with my face and opened my mouth and bit into the upper part of his Nike high top. I crawled back to where his socks were lying on the floor and dropped his Nike. And then I made the second trip to retrieve his other Nike. I returned to where I had deposited the first one and I reached down with my lips and grabbed his nasty sock. The stench was overwhelming. It was wet with sweat. Obviously his feet sweat a lot when he wears his Timberlands. I picked it up and placed my face into the opening of his Nike high top and stuffed it in. This caused the wet, sweaty sock to smear against my face. It was sickening. But I had to obey him. I could not risk his telling anyone what I had done so far. So I repeated the deal with the second sock.
"Ok cunt, now take my jeans off." He demanded.
His cock was already free from his boxer-briefs because I had pulled the bad down when I had emptied his bladder into my mouth. I bit his jeans with my teeth and pulled. They did not offer much resistance and came down rather easily. He stepped out of them and looked down at me and said, "Finish it up cunt and take off my underwear."
This too was not a hard task. The elastic band was already down past his balls so all I had to do was give a timid tug with my teeth and down they came. He stepped out of them to and stood before me there stark naked.
He was such a god. If he weren't using me in this way, I could actually see myself falling for him and wanting to please him in any way. But he was abusing me and he was getting off on it. But, damn he was so hot. Is this really that bad? I was so confused. Mixed feelings welled up inside of me. I disliked this bastard more and more every day and yet as he stood there in front of me, a perfect specimen, I found myself wanting to do the things he was suggesting. Even being slightly turned on myself. His cocky attitude was just so compelling. Yes, he did turn me on. And yes I wanted to go along with this. Bet or no bet.
"Strip faggot, I got something planned for you and you need to be naked in order to do it." Came the demand.
I did as I was told. I peeled off my clothes and left them lying there in a pile. Master stooped over and picked up his Nikes that were now stuffed with his nasty-smelling, sweaty socks that he had been wearing every day for over a month and turned to make his way into his bedroom.
"Follow me cunt." He barked out.
I shuffled my knees and followed right behind him. He flicked the light on as he entered the room. It was in disarray. Why should I have expected any different? He was a bachelor and did not have to worry about anyone complaining about the tidiness of his abode. There were wrappers on the floor, dirty clothes lying about, magazines scattered everywhere, dirty dishes piled on top of his dresser. The nightstand was cluttered with books and empty beer cans. A typical bachelor pad.
Master walked over to his dresser and rummaged around through the drawers and then went over to the closet and opened the door. He bent over and was searching for something and then finally emerged with what he was looking for. He had a roll of duct tape and a bunch of rope. He looked down at me and could not hide the grin on he face displaying the obvious pleasure he was getting from what he was planning out. I had no idea what was running through his head, but I was worried. What the hell did he have in mind?
He threw his Nikes on the bed and handed me the rope. "Ok, cunt. I don't think that what I am planning to do to you, you are going to go along with so we are going to fix that. Take these pieces of rope and work them under the bed. Leave about five feet on this side of the bed, run it under the bed and make about another five feet come out on the other side up near the head of the bed. Then take this second rope and do the same thing but at the foot of the bed."
I was not sure I liked this idea. In fact I knew I did not like it. Why would he need rope? He said he knew I would not want to go along with what he was planning and I was starting to get really scared. But the thoughts came flooding back to me of him telling everyone where I worked what I had already done. I was trapped and I knew it. I had to do what he said. I took the rope from him and tried to do what he instructed. I took about five feet of the rope and laid it on the left side of the bed by the head of the bed. Then I bent down and looked under the bed. There were pairs of dirty underwear abandoned haphazardly along with socks that were balled up and discarded. I did my best to throw the remainder of the rope under the bed and out the other side. It did not quite make it. I crawled on my knees to the foot of the bed and did the same thing all over again with the other piece of rope. This one made it out the other side. I crawled around to the other side and brought the rope at the foot of the bed back up on top. It was as he instructed about another five feet was left over on this side. I crawled up to the head of the bed and had to climb under the bed to grab a hold of the rope that did not make it all the way through. I go it and brought it up as well. It was just like Master wanted me to have it.
"It's about time cunt. What the hell took you so long? You know what, you made me wait on you, so now I am going to make you have to do the same with me. But payback is hell. Climb up on the bed and lay down face up with your arms extended out to the sides of the bed and your legs spread as far as you can spread them." He instructed.
I was getting the idea of what he was planning. But what did he mean, I was gonna have to wait on him and payback was hell? I was very nervous but complied with what he demanded. I brushed his Nikes off to the side of the bed to make room for me and climbed on top of the bed and lay down, exposing myself as he directed.
"Fucking awesome, cunt! This is going to be so much fucking fun." His grin was devilish.
He walked over to the left side of the bed and took the rope and tied my left wrist with the end of the rope. Then he moved down to the foot of the bed and tied my left ankle with the other piece of rope. "Yeah, cunt this will be great!" he exclaimed as he walked over to the other side of the bed. He made his way up to the head of the bed and grabbed the rope and pulled it hard. My left arm was pulled along with it and was pinned to the bed because of the taut bond around my wrist that ran under the bed. He grabbed my right wrist and ran some of the rope under it and then placed his knee on top of my hand and leaned into my hand with all his weight. This forced my arm down into the bed and pushed the mattress down. He then pulled the roped as tight as he could and finished wrapping it around my wrist. When he released the pressure from his weight that he placed on top of my hand, the mattress sprang back up and applied tension to the rope that he had now attached securely to both of my wrists. The end result was that I could not move either hand. My arms were pinned to the mattress and there was no way I could move them. He went through the same ritual with my right ankle and when he finished, I was completely at his mercy. Struggle as I might, I could not move other than thrash my head back and forth.
"This is so fucking awesome, cunt. Are you comfy? Hehehe. Yeah I am getting hard thinking about what you are about to get done to you. I can't fucking believe that I can actually do this to a guy but, hell, I am your Master and this is turning me on so why the hell not do it. Fucking sweet! Now cunt, I told you that I had not changed my socks in over a month and by now they are in dire need of being washed. I told you today that your tongue was going to get a workout and I did not lie. Do you think that your tongue was done after polishing my boots? Fuck, no way cunt. Here is the deal. You are going to open your mouth and I am going to put my nasty, putrid sock in your mouth and you are going to rub your tongue on it and suck the sweat out if it and fucking drink down my nasty, funky foot stench that I have been secreting into it for over the last month. So open your mouth cunt!" He was chuckling as he picked up his Nike.
He pulled out one of his sweaty, wet, nasty socks from his Nike, leaned over me and placed it on my face over my mouth. I about gagged. The stench has horrendous. There was no fucking way I was going to open my mouth. The shit almost made me puke.
He saw that I did not open my mouth and so he pressed it firmly against my lips. It was still wet with his sweat from being in his Timberlands all day. I could do nothing to stop him. My hands and feet were bound. I turned my head from side to side and he just simply held his hand on top of his nasty sock and followed my head movements. No matter how I tried to escape the putrid smell of his sock, it just followed my head movements.
"I see you are going to have to be encouraged into sucking my sock clean, cunt. Well that can be arranged!" he explained as he took his other hand and grabbed my nose and pinched.
I could not breathe. I refused to open my mouth and I could not breathe through my nose. I began to struggle as hard as I could but after about fifteen seconds to no avail, I had to comply and open my mouth. And then the taste hit me as he forced it into my mouth. It was so very salty. And the taste was acrid and strong. I did gag. It was too much. He stuffed it into my mouth and grabbed the duct tape. He quickly pulled off about a three-foot piece and grabbed the back of my neck and lifted my head up off the mattress. He wrapped the duct tape around the back of my head and over my mouth sealing the nasty piece of wet, funky, foot stench in my mouth, thus forcing me to suck on his nastiness. The good thing about it was that now that the sock was sealed inside my mouth, the stench from it seemed to lessen. The bad thing was that my mouth was full of its putrid flavor.
"Holy fuck, cunt that's hot. Seeing you there sucking on a month's worth of foul foot stench is just so erotic. And you can't do anyhing about it. But there is more to come. Just wait." He explained.
He reached down and picked up his empty Nike and started to undo the laces. He pulled the shoelace from the eyelets and removed it and dropped the shoelace next to my side. Then he pulled the tongue back and looked inside his Nike, put it up to his face and inhaled. "Wow, that's fucking nasty too. But you won't mind if I place it over your nose and face would you?" He innocently asked.
"Hmmmffff" I tried to protest but his salty, nasty sock was preventing me form articulating my protest.
He grabbed the duct tape again and pulled off another piece about three feet long. Then he pulled back the sides of his Nike and placed it over my face and lodged my nose up against the inside sole of his Nike. He then grabbed the back of my neck and lifted my head, proceeded to take the duct tape and wrapped it around my head and secured his Nike to my face and nose. Then he released my head. I was fucking trapped. I was bound to the bed, his fucking nasty, sweat-soaked sock with a month's worth of foot sweat sealed inside my mouth so that I had to suck the sweat out of it, and my face planted securely inside his raunchy Nike. Even if I tried to thrash my head there was no way I could remove neither the Nike nor the nasty sock. I was forced to endure this and he was getting off on it.
"Holy fuck, cunt. This is so fucking hot. How the hell does that taste and smell? Seeing you there helpless while I watch you struggle is making me hard as hell. Well, I told you earlier that you made me wait on you and now it is your turn to have to wait on me. And like I said, payback is hell. It might have taken you about ten minutes to fix up my little scheme here. That's ten minutes you made me wait. But now I am going to let you see what it is like to have to wait when you are dying to have something done. They say two wrongs don't make a right? Well how about three wrongs? You made me wait ten minutes so ten times three is thirty. So I am going to leave you here for half an hour while I go watch TV and drink the rest of my beer and then I will think about coming back and see how you are doing. Yeah, cunt this is definitely fun. Enjoy! But don't worry, because we won't be done yet." And with that he left.
What the hell did I get myself into? Here I was trapped in this situation with no way out. Sucking the salty sweat from his sock after being worn for over a month without being changed. Smelling his raunchy Nike sneaker. Tied down and not being able to move. I had to endure it. I had no choice. I was thinking about what I had done. It was so foolish of me to ever make this agreement with him. But maybe it was not too late. Maybe I could back out. Granted, I would have to endure a half an hour of torture, but after he released me, maybe I would just not ever come back. People would not believe that I actually did this. What proof did he have? If people heard that I blew him, I could always say he was making it up. I decided that this was exactly what I was going to do. When he came and released me, I would play along like I would obey him still but as soon as my ass was out the door, I would never come back and if he said anything I would pretend I did not know what he was talking about. It would be his word against mine. What did I have to lose? It would certainly be better than sucking his fucking nasty, raunchy socks. Yes, this was what I was going to do.
I waited and waited and waited. God, the time seemed to go by so slowly. Where the fuck was he? His sock was so nasty. It was saltier than hell and his Nike smelled like he wore them with out socks. I did that one time because when I saw guys wearing sneakers without socks, I thought it was so fucking hot and sexy that I did it too until I found out that when you did that it makes them smell absolutely rank. Almost to the point that you had to gag when you smelled it. And I was definitely gagging. The taste and smell was just too much to bear. But it would be the last time I would have to bear it. Because as soon as he let me out of here, my ass would be history and I was never going to come back ever again.
And then I heard his laugh. "Hehehehe, this is just so fucking hot, cunt. Yeah, I know I told you that it would be a half an hour, but I had not finished the beer and another show came on that I wanted to watch so I indulged myself. Besides, you don't mind spending an hour sucking in my juices and scent, right? Why should you? In fact you should thank me for allowing you to do it."
I thought, "Yeah right, fucker. It is not going to happen again. As soon as I am untied and you let me get dressed, I am making a bolt for the door and you will never see me set foot in here again."
"Well cunt, I told you that we would not be done when I came to take this shit off of you and now you can get ready for the next phase." He explained.
"Dammit," I thought to myself. "I was thinking I would be free as soon as he came back. Ok, I will finish this out. If he suspects I am not obeying him, it will be worse for me, so I will just play along and do as he says until he drops his guard and lets me leave. Then his ass will be sorry."
"Damn, I don't want to release you yet, it is just so fucking hot to see you taking in my raunchiness and having no choice but to do it, but what I have planned is so much more erotic and I want to try it so bad that I have to change gears," he blurted out as he reached down and removed the tape from around his Nike.
It fell off my face and allowed the cool, sweet air to reach my nostrils. I was so relieved. Then he placed his hand behind my neck and raised my head and unraveled the tape that sealed his foul-tasting sock inside my mouth. As soon as the duct tape was removed I spit out the nasty sock. But by now, his sweat that had built up over the month had mixed with my saliva and I was forced to swallow it over the past hour. It no longer smelled as bad as it did when he thrust it into my mouth.
"Thank you Master. That was just too intense for me. I was getting sick. Thank you for removing those things." I informed him.
"Well, maybe you need to wash out your mouth again. I finished the beer and I need to go again." He suggested and he climbed up on top of the bed and straddled my chest.
He sat on top of me with his crotch placed firmly up against my face and his legs on each side of my head. My face was planted into his crotch and his thighs were clamping down on each side of my face. I was tied down and could not move my arms or legs. He was sitting on top of my chest with his legs bent under and his muscular thighs on each side of my face. I could no longer move my head from side to side. In fact I could no longer move whatsoever.
"Ok cunt, open your mouth because I need to piss." He instructed.
I had been through this before. I could do it again. The sooner I did what he wanted, the sooner I would be free and end this nightmare.
I opened my mouth and he slipped his manhood inside my mouth. And then the torrent began. I was inundated with the deluge that he released from his cock. The good thing is that after you drink a few beers, your piss becomes diluted and is no longer a salty, brine like usual. And this was indeed the case. It still tasted like piss but it was by no means as strong as it was earlier. I swallowed it down as he emptied his bladder and slowly his stream ebbed.
I was expecting him to pull his cock out of my mouth but he did not. He left in inserted in my hot, wet haven and looked down at me.
"Ok cunt, it is time to change gears. I am going to offer you a deal. And the deal is this...I am going to let you out of our arrangement. You can go home tonight and never come back and will never have to be my slave again. Do you want to hear about this? Are you interested? If you are then blink two times."
"Holy fuck, yes I am interested are you fucking nuts?" I wanted to scream but I could not because his cock filled the void in my mouth. So to comply with what he just told me, I blinked twice. I waited about five seconds and blinked twice again.
"Ok then cunt, here is the deal...Did you notice that I have been calling you cunt all night long? I have done that on purpose. And that is because cunts need to be fucked. And right now I am so fucking horny that I want to fuck a cunt. So cunt, the deal is this... I am going to fuck you because you are a cunt. But if you do not want to be fucked and you do not want to be used as a cunt from here on out and you no longer want to be a slave and be released from our arrangement, then you need to let me know. After all, I am not an unreasonable person. This is going to be your only and last chance to be let out of our agreement. If you back out now, you can leave and I will not fuck you. But if you do not back out now, then I am going to fuck you and you are going to be my slave for the rest of your life and I am going to fuck your man-cunt regularly from here on out. Blink twice if you understand me and you agree to this." He went on.
Holy shit, yes I agree, let me the fuck go. I quickly agreed by blinking my eyes twice and to make sure he saw it and knew I agreed. I blinked twice again.
He looked down at me and acknowledged that I agreed by continuing, "Good so we are in agreement. So then cunt, if you want out now then you have to tell me explicitly that this is what you want to do. This is your only chance and it will be you last chance. If you do not want to be fucked and you no longer want to be my slave then you have to tell me exactly that, word for word. If I do not hear the words 'I do not want to be fucked and I no longer want to be your slave' then the only conclusion that I can come to is that you want me to pop your cherry and make you my cunt-bitch, slave for the rest of your life and I will have the ability and authority to use you and abuse you as I see fit, forever. Do you understand what I just said and do you agree to that? If you do, then blink twice." He explained.
Hell yes, I thought. I can be free at last. So I agreed by blinking twice.
"Very good cunt. So now, here is your opportunity. If you want out now, tell me word for word that this is what you want. If I do not hear it, I am going to fuck you tonight and it will be the first night of slavery for you for the rest of your life." His mouth formed an evil grin.
Good, I thought. I am out of here. I waited for him to take his cock out of my mouth so I could tell him. Ten seconds went by and he just leaned over and looked at me expectantly. What the fuck?
"Well cunt? Am I going to fuck your ass tonight? Or do you want out? I am waiting for you to tell me. Do it now or you will never get the chance again."
He knew what was happening. That fucker, I could not say a word with his cock planted deeply in my mouth. So I started to blink twice thinking that this was a way to communicate with him. And he just continued to look at me expectantly. I blinked again and he did nothing but grin even more.
"Cunt? Tell me now, last chance." He threatened.
"Mmmmfffffffff" I tried to say something, anything. That fucker was going to make me his cunt-bitch and I could not stop him.
"Hmmmm, I don't hear the words. Must be you want to be fucked. Alright, if you want out now, then just say 'No' right now and it is all over. Otherwise you are bound to be fucked tonight and you will be my slave for the rest of your life. What is it going to be? Just one simple word...'No'" he looked at me knowing I could not reply. That fucker!
"Hhhhmmmmmfffff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I tried my best to say something, anything but his cock blocked my mouth and nothing would come out but grunts.
"Fine, then. It is done. I offered you the chance to back out but you turned it down. Fucking sweet, cunt. Your cherry is going to be mine in just a minute. And then from here on out you are my property and I am going to use you whenever and as many times as I want. I own you, cunt!" He declared.
I knew he was getting turned on by this because his cock began to grow in my mouth.
"Holy fuck, I cannot believe this. I fucking have a piece of property now and I can use it anyway I want and do any kind of shit to it I want for the rest of my life! Holy fuck this is such a rush!" He declared.
His cock was getting hard as a rock and it was expanding into the back of my mouth and pressing firmly against the back of my tongue.
"Now cunt I am going to initiate you into my service!" With that he got up off my chest and was now kneeling over my face pulling his cock out of my mouth.
I immediately tried to protest against the shit that he just pulled but he covered my mouth with his hand and said, "Uh, uh, uh. No second chances. You agreed to this and now it is going to happen."
He left his hand over my mouth keeping me from making any objection and grabbed his second nasty sock from his other Nike. He then forced it into my mouth and duct taped it in all over again. Then he looked down at me and smiled.
"You are my cunt, bitch!"
He reached down and grabbed the shoelace that he left laying next to me on the bed. His cock was sticking out perpendicular to his body. He was obviously aroused. His cock being rock hard and it started to point up towards his chest. He looked down at me and explained, "I have never fucked a man-pussy before and I am not sure how this will end up. I am afraid I will get soft before I can dump my load up your cunt so I am going to fix that."
He took the shoelace and wrapped it behind his balls and over top of the base of his cock and tied it tight. So in effect he had a shoelace tied around the base of his cock and behind his balls like a cock ring.
"This will keep me hard for a long time cunt so you can enjoy me being up your man-pussy for as long as possible." He explained to me with an evil grin on his face.
I looked at his cock. It was rock hard and pointing straight up and it was deep red and swollen. And it was huge. The blood was now trapped within it and it was engorged.
"Ok cunt, it is now time. In just a few minutes, you will no longer be a virgin! Listen very carefully. I am going to untie you and when I do, I want you to roll over and move down to the end of the bed and bend your ass over the foot of the bed. When you do, I am going to tie your hands again and then I am going to impregnate your ass with my seed thus making you my cunt-bitch from now and forever. And don't try any funny stuff because I am going to grab your balls and hang on to them. You give me any resistance until I tie you back down, you will see stars from me squeezing your balls. Got that cunt? Blink twice if we understand each other." He directed me.
I had to comply. If I could get through this, I could then leave and he would never have me back here ever again. This is such bullshit. I will play along until it is too late for him. I blinked twice. In fact he did not even have to grab my balls. I would do this just to get my freedom.
He got off me and untied my feet and then untied my right arm. But as soon as he untied my left arm, he grabbed my balls even though he did not need to. I would obey him just to make him think there would be no resistance, until it was too late.
I rolled over and moved down to the foot of the bed and bent over it.
"Arms, cunt!" He barked.
I placed my arms out to the side and he used the ropes that had bound my ankles to now bind my wrists. I was now again helpless. My ass was sticking out exposed to him as he saw fit. I had his second nasty month-old sock in my mouth and was sucking the sweat out of it. Damn, I could not wait for this to be over because I am so out of here.
I heard him rummaging around in his dresser drawers again and I looked over and saw him pull out a tub of Vaseline. "This is for your benefit. I don't care about this shit, but since this is your first time, I think you might need this." He said as he moved behind me and out of sight. The next thing I knew, I felt a finger in my ass crack. I jumped at the sensation. And then I felt something thrust inside my hole. Actually it felt kind of good. Like taking a shit. There is something in your hole and as it passes through, you feel relief.
And then I heard him again.
"This is the first time I will have fucked a man-cunt so I am not sure if I will be able to stay hard. But I took care of that. I have my cock tied up tight behind my balls so there is no worry that I will go soft. But what I am worried about is that in my excitement, I might pull all the way out of your cunt. But I am about to fix that from happening too. You see, all the extra shoelace I have left over after tying it behind my balls and base of my cock, I will use to tie around your ball sack. So after I shove my cock up your man-cunt. I am going to tie my shoelace-cockring to your ball sack. But I am not going to tie it to your cock like it is tied to mine. Just to your ball sack. So every time I pull out of your man-cunt, the base of my cock will pull on your ball sack and stop me from leaving your man-cunt all the way, It will feel great to me, but every time I try to pull out, your nuts are going to be pulled. I imagine that will feel quite weird to you and it might even hurt. But what the fuck do I care? You just agreed to be my fucking cunt-slave and will do anything I want to try for the rest of your life. So get used to it bitch because I am a 'tri-sexual'. What that means is that I will 'try' anything. And the Internet gives me tons of shit to try and now that you are my cunt-slave and property, I am going to try shit that you will not believe." He informed me.
Holy fuck, this it too intense. But I am bound down now and I cannot protest. I cannot get up because I am tied down. I cannot scream because his nasty, month-old, sweaty sock is taped firmly in my mouth and even now I am sucking on and swallowing his dissolved sweat.
And then I felt it. His prick touched my ass crack.
"Get ready cunt, you are about to no longer be a virgin." He declared.
Oh my god!!!!!! It hurt like hell. He thrust his rock hard manhood into my orifice. It felt like someone splitting me up the middle. I almost puked. The pain was so intense. Tears came out of my eyes and ran down my face. Although I screamed in pain, nothing but a muffled grunt came from behind the nasty sock that was taped and sealed into my mouth.
"You ok, cunt?" he asked. "I will stop a second to let you adjust."
About twenty seconds went by and then he continued. "Long enough cunt!" and he thrust it the rest of the way in.
Holy fuck! I felt so violated. It hurt so bad. I felt like I was taking a shit. My ass felt full. But it hurt too and then he continued.
"Ok cunt, now to make it fun... I am in all the way but I don't want to come out all the way so now I am going to tie your nut sack to the base of my cock. This is going to feel so fucking great! But probably not for you but why the hell should I care about that?" He continued to explain.
The next thing I knew I could feel his hand grab my nuts. And then I felt the shoelace wrap around the base of my balls sack and then draw tight. It forced my nuts to the bottom of the sack and put pressure on them. They began to scream in pain. And then I felt a tug on them. And then I felt something brush against the bottom of my nutsack and stayed there. It must have been his nuts tied tightly against mine. And then it started.
"Fuck yeah cunt, get ready. When I try to pull out of your man-cunt, your ball sack will stop me from doing it. Every time I try to pull out, your nuts are going to be pulled. And I am telling you right now, I plan on trying to pull all the way out. But don't worry I wont be able to pull all the way out because I tied your nuts real tight to my cock. So no worries. But you will feel it, trust me. Your nuts will feel like they are going to be pulled off. And I am going to try my hardest to pull all the way out just to see you jerk as I pull on your nuts. Yeah, cunt this will be fucking awesome!!!!"
And then he began to fuck my ass. Holy fuck!!! When he thrust in, I was relieved because the tension on my balls was slackened. But every time he tried to pull out, the tether between his cock and my nut sack pulled tight and it felt like someone was yanking on my balls. As he pulled out I screamed. But his nasty sock muffled my voice and all you heard was a guttural noise. Maybe fifteen minutes went by. My nuts being pulled every three seconds. The tears rolled down my cheeks. It fucking hurt like hell every time he tried to pull out. But soon I became used to it. And the next thing I knew, I heard a deep moan from him.
"I am going to cum, bitch! Fuck yes, I am going to cum up your ass. Take my seed!. You are now my bitch!!!! Fuck yesssss!!!!!! Yeah, uuuuhhhhhh!!!!!! I am cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And I felt him ram into me and I felt several strong thrusts. And finally I felt him collapse onto my back.
"Holy fuck that was so fucking hot!!!!!!!" He exclaimed.
He just lay there on top of me.
A few minutes went by and then I felt him manipulate my ball sack. I felt it being released and then finally they fell free. Oh my god that felt so good, And then his cock pulled out of my sore ass.
"Fuck dude, that was the best lay I ever had. And I am so glad that I will be able to do this again whenever the fuck I want." He declared.
He reached down and removed the duct tape from around my head and allowed me to spit out his foul sock. It was wet with my saliva. And then he continued to remove my bindings. I was now free. And this was the last time he was ever going to do this shit to me again. My ass was history.
"Let me go get your clothes. Get your ass dressed and go on home but come back tomorrow because we just have just started what you are going to do for me on a regular basis." He dictated to me.
"That is what the fuck you think," I thought to myself as I stood up. "I am never coming back here ever again, you fucker!"
Kristopher disappeared into the living room and then returned shortly with my clothes. He handed them to me and I quickly got dressed. As did he. I practically ran out the door.
As I left his apartment, I called over my shoulder, "Fuck you asshole. I am never coming here again. And as a matter of fact, I don't care if you tell everyone whatever the hell you want. No one will believe you. It will be your word against mine and I will say you are making this shit up. No one will ever believe you. This shit is over!"
I jumped into my car as I saw him follow me out into the driveway. He approached my car door and stood there. It thought to myself, "What the fuck?" I rolled the window down and he lifted his hand. And I saw a black leather wallet grasped tightly in it.
"Today is Friday. The weekend is just before us. If you want this back then I suggest you show up here tomorrow afternoon around three o'clock." He said waving my wallet in front of me.
He went on to say, "My younger brother has a soccer game tomorrow but it should be over by three. I have to go pick him up from the game, but I should be back here by then. I know you will be here waiting for us when I pull in the driveway." The all-too familiar grin spread across his face as he showed me the reason why I would be there. If I wanted my wallet back, I needed to make an appearance.
That fucker!!!!!!!