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James was in shock, and watched Michael turn away and head to his room. Shocked but still desperate to taste pis so lowered himself to the floor and made sure that the last drop of piss had been swallowed. He went to bed and thought "fuck, I suppose I'll have to look for a new lodger"
He fell asleep, and was woken by the slamming of the front door. A few seconds later a text came through. "Ok there's paint of fresh piss in my bedroom" Film yourself drinking it. " A second message came through "Now" James hurried into Michael's room, He picked up the pint glass, a slightly amber liquid was still warm. He turned on his camera, and then sent the results.
He was in the kitchen when Michael returned from the gym. James was unsure where to look. The younger man had obviously being exercising hard and stood there his T shirt heavy with sweat. "Come on then you know you want to" Michael stood there his arms outstretched, he sniffed his arm pit. James got up and approached. He was unsure what to do, but the hesitation was unnecessary Michael grabbed James at the back of his head and shoved it in his arm pit. "Breathe in, Breathe Out Breathe in, Breathe Out" He released his grip and removed the t-shirt. "Let's do it again" He pushed James head back into the pit the hairs still damp after this exercise. "Now lick it, get all that sweat into your mouth"
James spent the next ten minutes inhaling the fresh sweat smells and drinking the sweat from both pits and the younger man's chest. It was such a long time since he had submitted to anyone like this it was as if it was a dream. Suddenly Michael pushed him off. I've got to get ready for work. Stay there. He pointed to the corner of the kitchen. James walked over. "Turn round face the wall"
James was still there some twenty minutes later, his dick was rock hard. Michael walked up behind him, he was soon inhaling more of Michael's sweat, this time in the form of his jock strap. With one hand Michael shoved the jock harder into James' face and with the other he pushed him down on to the floor. "I'm off to work, I want this house clean by the time I'm back, floor, surfaces everything. I'm not paying rent to live in a tip. Kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom in that order and naked."
He walked out off the kitchen only to return a few seconds later. "If you miss me I've left some socks in my bedroom. But I think you know where they are anyway you pig" James listen for the door to close and counted up to a hundred, he got off his knees, he picked up the jock and took another deep breath before he started to wank furiously. The fact that he came after only a dozen or so strokes was a sign of how excited he had got.
He put on the kettle, he needed a coffee before he could do anything else. As he drank it he wondered what was next was this morning a one off, would Michale come home and tel him he was moving out, would things return to the way they were , or was this a sign that the landlord / lodger dynamic was about to change.
Michael was on the tube heading to work. Christ that felt good, Odd but good. At first he almost had to keep in a laugh but when his landlord actually started to sniff at his naked arm pit and suck out the sweat he felt a surge of power go through him. The desperation of the older man suggested that he was fully complaint and enjoyed being dominated. Now that his suspicions about James were true he had to work out the best way to take advantage of the situation... Perhaps some cheaper rent will be on the cards.
James had spent two hours cleaning the kitchen, it was not even 10 o'clock, He was knackered, but it had been such a long time since he had followed such strict orders he was still buzzing with excitement. It probably wouldn't last but he was going to enjoy playing the submissive for the next few hours. Satisfied with the kitchen he climbed the stairs and went to Michael's bedroom. Although he had done this a number of time over the preceding few weeks, this was oddly done without any apprehension as he knew that his secret was out. There on the floor were Michael's gum shoes, stuffed in them a pair of socks. He quickly picked them up and inhaled,
This time he didn't even need to wank he shot of cum dribbled down his leg. Excitement and embarrassment now battled for a place in the forefront of his brain
The bedroom was finally tidy, James had resisted the urge to sniff every item of Michael's underwear which were scattered around the floor. Just the aroma was enough, and reminded him of the times his late husband/ Master would wear pair of sock or underpants for days at a time before stuffing them in James 's mouth as a gag to stop the screams from a whipping session. James's phone went. It was a text. "Why haven't you done the bathroom yet?" He was puzzled at how Michael knew this so hurried in. There on the closed toilet seat there was a pint glass. It was full of piss. It was approaching 1pm so not must have been there for at least 5 hours.
A post it was attached. "I think you know what you need to do now. I'm waiting" James turned on the video on his camera, and in the other hand picked up the pint glass. "Cold piss, it wasn't the nicest of tastes, but he was unsure of the consequences of not filming.
Michael laughed as he watched the video. It was a distraction from a meeting that he had been dreading. " I wish I didn't have to bloody work today" he thought himself. "Sod today work ever" As he did he dick hardened as he tried to shake off a dastardly thought. He picked up the phone again and started to type . "A nice pasta dish for dinner would be good this evening. We can eat together" Five minutes later he sent another "Make sure it's ready by the time I'm home"
Michael was keen to get back to the house as soon as possible , just to see what James' reaction to his text messages had been, but decided that a drink was needed first. He headed into the West end, to a bar with what it still quaintly called a dark room . He ordered a pint, and began to drink. From the corner of his eye he spotted a man. Mid forties, who kept glancing at him. Michael gave a look, and finished his pint, he indicate with his head that he was going to the darkroom. A few minutes later, Michael was in the gloom, when he heard a voice. "Can I lick your shoes Sir" It was not unusual for him to be addressed as Sir, although he had never really done much with that particular sub culture. But as the man related the phrase "Please Sir" he felt his dick harden. "Yes, Boy" He laughed calling someone at least ten years younger than him Boy , Was that normal? Yes, or no, whatever the answer he enjoyed the sensation. The sensation continued when the man got back to his feet and said "Thank You Sir" Michael grunted. The man stood up in front of him as if he was expecting a thank you or a response. Michael wasn't sure why but he threw the man against the wall and kneed him in the groin. As the man bent down and caught his breath Michael finally spoke."Thank you boy" He looked as he watch, it was approaching 7.00 , he'd be home in an hour.
James was starving he'd not eaten since lunchtime, the dinner had been ready for almost three hours. Michael would often be home just before 6, it was now gone 8. He'd spent a good hour cooking, and just wanted to eat and work out what was going to happen next. Finally Michael came through the door. "The food better be ready" "Just about to heat it up now"
"Bastard could have called me Sir, Michael thought. I'll have to work on that"
"Heat mine up there's a good Boy" James only just about registered the absence of please, and the phrase Boy awakened another memory in his subconscious but he carried on as normal. He placed the food on a plate and popped it in the microwave. Michael entered the kitchen and sat down, James placed the plate in front of him. and ventured to heat his own."That can wait"
"I have a present for you. Sit down" Michael slid off his shoes and threw his socks at his landlord."Sniff those as I eat."
James watched the younger man, eat his dinner, the odour of the socks again rekindled memories of serving and obeying his Master husband, who would regularly make him watch him eat, a decent meal, whilst James would if he was lucky get to eat the scraps of he plate. His dick twitched, and he knew that if he was to stand there would be a risk of his knees collapsing under him from nervousness.
Michael stood up, his plate cleaned. He went to the stove and plated up some more. He turned to James. "This is yours. You can eat it whilst I smoke a cigar" Michael took the plate and walked out of the kitchen, James followed him, not registering that the food was cold.
Usually when in the lounge Michael would sit on the sofa, whilst James would sit in his arm chair, that night Michael went and sat in the arm chair, "This is my place now" Michael smiled as the older man tried to make himself comfortable, he took out a cigar and looked at it rolling it between his fingers, he licked his lips as he did so. He then lit it and watched through the flames as James adjusted himself. "Even that's turned him on" he thought.
As the first pillow of smoked appeared James lifted the fork so he could finally eat. "Not yet" Michael instructed. James watched as the end of the cigar turned to ash. Michael looked at him as he smoked, finally he reached over and dropped an inch and more of ask on to the cold pasta dish. " Now get to the kitchen and eat. Things are going to change around here.