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Barefoot Scrub Slave 2
Master Roy called me and told me to report for scrub duty on Friday night. He was clear in his directions. I could hear the authority in his voice. "No shoes! Walk barefoot from your place. Take your dick out before you ring the bell. When you get to my door, strip, and THEN knock on the door. And don't be late, or you'll be scrubbing the sidewalk outside naked!"
So there I was naked and nervous and knocking on His door. As soon as Sir opened the door, however, I forget about my situation and my slave cock stood to attention. Master was wearing boots and an old worn jockstrap that was frayed and dark with age. I could see his thick cock against the thinning fabric and my mouth started to water. I thought that I could even smell the dick cheese from up here. Not that I stayed standing for long.
"Get down, slave!" He barked. I dropped to all fours and following his gesture, crawled into the apartment. He had me lay face down and again tightly tied up my ankles and toes. He really seemed to relish the foot bondage tonight, and my toes felt it as they were pulled cruelly upward. There was one big knot right next to my little toe, and it pushed it out sideways as well as up. All of my toes were separated and splayed out.
"Roll over!" Now on my back, Master squatted down over my face. I could see his meaty, hairy ass coming toward me. I couldn't escape the mounds as they pushed against my face. At first, the lack of oxygen was my only worry, and Sir Roy gave a contented sigh as He rubbed his ass crack against my nose. He lifted his ass slightly, and it was only then that the full odor hit me.
I don't know if He'd been exercising, but his ass was dripping with sweat. It had an overpowering, musky, tangy smell. It was just too much at one time, and I tried to shake my head away from underneath Sir Roy's ass, but it was bigger than me and I couldn't escape.
"Breathe, slave!" I took in a big snort as Master took a firm grip on my balls along with his verbal command. As I breathed deeply through my nose my head started swimming. I don't know if it was lack of oxygen or the smell, but my mind was reeling like I'd done a bottle of poppers.
Master Roy started tying a rough rope around my balls, pulling the sac from my body and separating the two testicles. As he jerked at my balls, I started to grunt in pain with each pull. When he tied the end of the rope off to my ankles, I started moaning and Sir's response was to settle his asshole securely over my nose. I could feel the tip slip inside His hole and feel ass juices running down my face. Now I moaned directly into his flesh and Master chuckled as he heard the muffled sounds of pain.
Slowly, he stood up, and I took some breaths in the clear air. My face was a mess of sweat and slime. Master looked down at me.
"Kneel!" I slowly got on my knees, which pulled the rope taut between my balls and ankles. I quickly sat down on my haunches to lessen the strain.
"Put your nose right in my hole, slave!" I stretched painfully up to burrow in between his ass cheeks. Once there, I took a big sniff.
"Follow me, slave, and don't let your nose out of my ass or you're gonna get it!" I crawled desperately after him as he strode across the room to His chair. Each waddle pulled at my balls, and Master smiled to himself as he heard the "mmph, ffff" of his slave as he moaned and sniffed in his Master's ass scent.
When Master reached his chair, He bent over and held onto the arms.
"Get your tongue in there and lick, boy!" I stuck out my tongue and took a long swipe at His ass crack. When I got back to His puckered hole, I hardened my tongue and stuck it in as far as it could go. Master gave a low moan of pleasure, reached for the bottle of poppers and held it between his legs.
"Take two big hits with each nostril, slave! I want that fuck juice to fuel your service." I breathed in and out, in and out until I couldn't see anymore. The smell of Master's ass drove me to it again, and now I attacked it with abandon. My whole world was his ass as I slobbered against the hairy flash, licked tenderly at the crack and plunged my tongue as deep in his hole as I could manage. Master stuck his ass out and took a few popper hits himself as he pleasured himself with his slave's tongue. I could feel that pleasure as he rocked slowly back and forth against my thrusting tongue.
"Aah, you're going to be good at this slave!" Sir moaned, stood up, then turned around and sat down on his chair.
"But, I have to think of your training. So far, you've sucked cock and licked ass. Now I need to know that you can take care of my feet." Master sat back and stuck out his boots, first one then the other with big clomps on the wooden floor.
Even though I was new to this, I knew better than to reach for his laces. As I bent down to take a bootlace in between my teeth, I heard Master give a sigh of pleasure. I tugged at the laces of his boot and then worried the sides of the boot to loosen them in the holes. As I got it looser, Master Roy lifted up His boot and I managed to pull it off using my mouth. As soon as I did, the foot aroma filled my brain.
"Suck on my socks, slave!"
His socks were hot and damp, and I tried to get my mouth around His toes. The cotton seemed to suck all the spit out of my mouth, and it was a struggle to fit His toes all the way in. But, Master Roy just leaned forward and gave me the bottle to snort. As soon as my head was spinning with fuck juice, I started to work his socks with more vigor. I could feel the insides of my mouth pucker. After about ten minutes of sock service, Sir Roy gently kicked the side of my head.
"Other boot slave!" I did the same service with the other, first laces, then boot, then sucking socks. Another hit of poppers ensured my obedience. By the time Master sat up, my mouth was sore and dry.
"Socks, slave!" I worried the first sock down with my mouth and immediately attacked Sir's bare feet.
"I want to see your tongue through my toes, slave!" I furiously tongued at His toes, slurping around his feet. There was toe jam between the smaller toes, and I made sure to suck it up. By now, I wasn't caring about anything. I knew that if I serviced His feet, I'd get to suck His cock again, and that became my only goals. First one foot and then the other. I licked and tongued his soles. Sir wanted to see how much of His foot He could fit in my mouth. I only managed His five toes, but my cheeks were obscenely full even with that.
"We'll have to get some photos of futures sessions, slave. You look good with your face red with fuck juice and your mouth filled with my feet. It's time for your reward!"
I moved quickly up to His jock, licking feverishly at the coarse fabric. It was brown and stained with piss and His cock strained against the fabric. I worked up enough spit to really wet it down, and soon I worked His thick dick out of its pouch. I carefully worked the foreskin down over the head of His dick and assiduously cleaned the underside of the head. Once again, the smell of dick cheese assaulted my senses, and Master Roy gave me two big hits of poppers to encourage a thorough cleaning.
By the time I had spit-shined the head of His dick, Master had gripped the back of my head and plunged His fat rod down my throat. He grunted as I choked up some slime and started to piston His dick in and out of my mouth. I could barely breath, choking and snorting as His thick dick bruised my throat. His first shot went right down my throat, but He pulled away and shot his second and third sprays all over my face. He was panting and I was gasping for breath. I could feel the cum slide down my face.
"That was a fine effort slave. One day, you'll be so good at this that I'll want to show you off, share you with some of my friends. But we have more training to do." He bent over and unwound the rope from my balls. He gave it an extra tug as it spiraled away from my balls and I yelped at the sudden rush of blood back into my tortured balls. Next, He stood up to untie my toes, which were cramping from their rope confinement.
"Keep quiet, slave. Get dressed and go home. I want to watch TV." I quickly stood up and gathered my clothes. Without even thinking, I left His apartment bare-assed and quickly put my clothes on in the hallway. As I let myself out into the cool night air, I felt the pavement on my bare feet. Already, they were covered with the dirt of my walk here. I walked quickly home, not to avoid the chill evening air, but to get home to jerk off thinking of my Master. I couldn't wait for His next call.