Copyright 2008. Author reserves all rights. This is a work of fiction. None of the characters are real. You must be 18 years of age or older to view. Story contains authoritarian themes, sock and foot worship, piss, S&M, fisting, rimming, and more. Hope you enjoy!
Boss' Socks
I felt on top of the world. 23 and just recently graduated from UNLV, I had my first serious job with Stellar Motors on West Sahara in Las Vegas selling new cars. I'd been with the company for over a month, signing on right after graduation. I'd always been athletic, running track and field during high school and college and felt on top of my game. My name is Mike Johnson. The only thing was, after over a month on the job, I'd yet to sell my first car. I wasn't used to feeling like a failure and the pressure from the more experienced salesmen was starting to wear thin. I'd done the job interview on a lark and had been impressed by the General Manage/Owner Bill Michaels. The GM had spent four years as an NFL Pro and had turned his earnings into this car dealership. I was impressed by the sales pitch Bill gave me, and more importantly, I was impressed with Bill. The GM had lost none of the impressive bulk he had in the NFL, and at six foot, 42, with black hair, he was just as fine a male specimen today as he was when he played pro ball.
On this particular Sunday, it was a typical Las Vegas day in July, 110º F in the shade. I'd kept hearing murmurs from other salesmen about "the chair is in Bill's office." Not understanding what the chair meant, I continued to try and sell cars. After over a month, I had almost managed to sell one car in my first two weeks. Since then, nothing. I couldn't understand why I hadn't sold one especially considering the fact gas was over $4.00 a gallon, and the dealership sold high mileage imports.
Just before closing, I heard over the PA system Bill's voice saying "Mike Johnson to the GM's office, please." Looking around, I saw several groups of salesmen look at me sniggering or out right laughing. Very nervous, I approached the GM's office noting that the shades over the windows were drawn for the first time I could remember since joining the dealership.
When I had interviewed for the position, there had been two chairs in front of the desk, but tonight there was a third chair sitting beside the desk. The chair was a wooden straight back chair that sat very low. Entering the office, Bill told me, "lock the door and please sit there" indicating the wood chair beside his desk. I locked the door behind me and sat in the proffered chair noting that it put my head at the same level as the desk top. The chair was so low that the only way to sit comfortably was to cross my legs in front of me. At the chair height, I was almost in a yoga position.
I watched as Bill bent down and unlaced his shoes. "You're probably wondering why I asked you to come into my office, aren't you." Bill asked as he continued to unlace his shoes.
"Yes Sir" Mike replied.
"You will call me Boss from now on" Bill told me.
"Yes Boss" I replied.
I watched as Bill slipped his shoes off and leaned back in his chair placing his socked feet on the corner of his desk, inches from my face and nose. The smell of unwashed socks and feet assaulted me almost from the moment The Boss took off his shoes. Having those same feet inches away, was overpowering. At that moment, I understood, Bill was punishing me for not making his sales goal, but Bill didn't know the smell was actually a turn-on for me.
The Boss continued to talk about meeting sales goals as I concentrated my attention on his socked feet. Soon he noticed I wasn't repulsed by his feet and was actually breathing in very deeply, making noticeable sounds from the deep breaths my nose was making.
"You're a fucking foot fag, aren't you" he said to me. Before I could respond, he lowered one of his feet to put the big toe right under my nose. The big sniff I made was all the confirmation he needed. "That's right fag, sniff my nasty socks" he told me.
I leaned forward and pressed the nasty smelling black nylon dress socked toe to my nose. The smell was overpowering. It was obvious he hadn't laundered these socks for some time. The black nylon glistened from all the sweating he'd had done walking around the hot pavement. I continued to sniff the socked toe and began to run my nose along the tips of his toes on the one foot.
I continued to run my nose along The Boss' toes sniffing deeply of the rich nasty odor of the un-washed sock. I reached up and began massaging the foot through the sock as I ran my nose all over the nasty smelling socked foot.
"That's right sock fag, show me how much you appreciate worshiping my nasty smelling socks." Bill told me. "I think you're going to be doing this a lot from now on."
I looked up at him when he said that and saw the smirk on his face. The Boss moved his other foot over and I started giving it the same attention. I pushed the soles of his feet against my face rubbing the fragrant soles all over my face breathing in deeply.
The Boss pushed his big toe into my mouth. "Suck the sweat out of my socks, fag." Bill ordered. I sucked the toes through the socks savoring the nasty flavors of sweat and foot funk in my mouth. Moving from one foot to the other, I sucked the sweat out of the toes and licked and sucked the soles of the large feet in front of me. "I think it's time for a foot bath" he informed me.
I reached up under The Boss' pants sliding my hands up the leg and encountered a garter holding up the OTC dress socks. I looked up at The Boss who just smiled down at me. Un-clipping the garter, I slid the sock down and slid it off the foot. The Boss wiggled his toes and told me "you know what to do, get busy."
"Yes Boss!" I responded. I stared running my tongue along the sole in long wet strokes reveling in the sighs coming from above in appreciation for my foot worship. Moving up the foot, I sucked the large toe into my mouth and treated it like a cock, running my tongue around it and moving my lips up and down it. I proceeded to move to each toe in turn, giving each of them my un-divided attention, sucking, and running my tongue around and between each toe. I must have been doing it well as I heard "that's it fag, worship my nasty feet" coming from The Boss.
I moved my tongue to the top of his foot which was covered in dark black hair and bathed it as well. Finishing that foot, I reached up and unclipped the garter on his other foot and slipped the nasty smelling sock off his other foot. Gently grasping it, I proceeded to give it the same loving worship as his other foot.
As soon as I had finished bathing his feet, he abruptly removed his feet from the desk, sat up, and ordered me "strip."
"Yes Boss" I replied while quickly getting out of my clothes. I wasn't embarrassed as I was in pretty good shape from the sports I participated in at UNLV as well as keeping myself in shape since getting out. I wasn't as massive as The Boss, but very defined and proud of my body.
Once I was naked, The Boss told me "rotate so I can see what you look like."
I rotated feeling his eyes upon me as I did so. When I came back around and stopped in front of him, he said "from now on when you report to me in this room, you are to strip down just like this. You will report every night after closing, strip down and wait for me. Tonight when you get home, I want you to shave your body completely hairless from the neck down. Do you understand what I just told you?" he asked.
"Yes Boss" I replied.
"Excellent" he said as he stood up and began unfastening his pants. He pulled off his pants standing before me wearing a much stained jock filled with a large cock and set of balls. Turning and facing his desk, he ordered me "get over here and take care of my ass."
Dropping to my knees behind him, I grasped the black haired twin bubbles of his ass and spread them apart. The rich smells of an ass sweaty all day long in the heat hit my nose as I moved forward. The dark hairy crack drew me in with the anticipation of the tastes and scents that awaited me. Pressing my nose to his wet hole, I sniffed loudly, letting The Boss know how much I appreciated the opportunity to worship his hole. Sticking my tongue out, I lapped the twin mounds of his ass, going deeper and deeper with each pass until my tongue began to taste the rich flavors of his hole. Hearing a hiss of pleasure, I flattened my tongue and began running it over his very hairy shit hole. I felt him reach around and grab the back of my head pushing my mouth harder on his hole.
Hardening my tongue, I pushed the tip against his hole feeling it relaxing in anticipation of a deep rimming. The dark flavors went straight to my cock, causing it to grow even harder. I reached down to grasp it when suddenly The Boss grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me back from his ass telling me "you don't have my permission to touch your cock faggot."
He relaxed the grip on my hair and shoved my face back into his crack as I quickly let go of my cock and pushed my tongue back up his hairy hole. My tongue could feel his hole relaxing as I pushed it in and out, tongue fucking him. "That's right fag, service your Boss' nasty shitter" he told me. Not needing any incentive, I proceeded to give him as much pleasure as I could with my tongue. He pushed his ass onto my tongue relaxing completely letting me explore the silky walls of his ass with abandon.
Suddenly, The Boss turned around and grabbing my head with both hands, rubbed my face all over his sweaty, stained jock strap. Sniffing loudly, I heard The Boss ask "Are you getting off on my jock stink faggot?"
"Yes Boss" I mumbled around his jock jammed into my face.
"Lick it, suck the sweat out of it" he ordered.
I quickly put my mouth to work cleaning and sucking the sweat out of the rank strap enjoying the feel of his cock and balls through the worn fabric. I could feel his cock getting harder as I worked his jock. He pushed me back and reached for the waist band of his jock, pulling it down and stepping out of it. His cock sprang free and jutted out from his body at a 90 degree angle. It was a big cock suitable for a big man. His cock was at least nine inches and un-cut with a hood that covered the head even when hard. Hanging below was a large pair of balls each larger than an egg and covered in black fur.
Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me forward towards his cock. He put just the head in my mouth and told me "I want to feel your tongue under my skin fag."
My tongue slid into his foreskin gently lapping the hidden head and savoring all the dark flavors that had built up during the day. The Boss let out several sighs of pleasure from my ministrations and his hand on my head started pulling me down his hard, thick shaft. I'd never sucked a cock this large before and knew I had to relax my throat if I was going to take it all in. It began to push at the back of my throat and I relaxed and let felt it pop through. I found my nose pressed up hard against his pubes and knew I had made it. He held me there for a couple of seconds and then grabbed my head in both hands started sliding his cock in and out of my throat. Now that the head of his cock had been coated in throat mucus, his cock moved slickly in my mouth and throat. He started picking up speed and his balls I'd been massaging started to draw up to his body. I knew he was close, and then I heard "Fuck, fuck, fuck, take my load you cocksucking faggot" just as I felt the first shots hit my throat. He kept pistoning in and out of my throat filling my mouth with his cum and forcing it down my throat with each thrust. He shot eight good sized squirts before holding his cock deep in my throat while he cooled down. I felt his cock softening in my throat making it easier to breath.
I started to pull off, when he stopped me with the head still in my mouth. "Not so fast piss fag" he told me. I looked up into his eyes as he smiled down at me. I had never tasted piss before and didn't know what to expect when I felt and tasted the first drops on my tongue. The salty, bitter fluid started to quickly fill my mouth, so I started swallowing as fast as I could to keep from drowning. It was humiliating being used as his urinal, but the taste wasn't that bad and as it went on, I began to enjoy it.
Soon the flow decreased and finally stopped. I sucked the last dribbles from the head and he pulled out. We were putting our clothes back on when he asked "how often do you beat off, masturbate?"
"Two to three times a day Boss" I replied.
"I think we are going to have to channel all that energy somewhere else." He said "I don't want you playing with yourself until you see me tomorrow, understand?"
"Yes Boss, I understand" I responded.
"Good, now get out of here and remember, hairless from the neck down" he told me.
I told him "yes Boss, see you tomorrow" as I left.
On my way home, I stopped of at a drug store and picked up some hair removal cream. I remembered the last time I shaved my crotch how much it itched when growing back. I didn't remember the hair removal cream having the same effect. Getting home, I immediately stripped down and got into the shower. I proceeded to slather the cream on my body hair and waited the required number of minutes. After rinsing off the cream along with my hair, I dried off and made a light dinner. I wanted to watch some porn, but knew if I did that, I wouldn't be able too help myself from jacking off a load. The Boss had given me an order and I found myself wanting to obey him. So instead I went bed.
Getting up the next morning, I threw on some clothes and went down to the apartment complex exercise room for a light work out. I then had breakfast followed by a shower before heading out to the dealership.
Today was my lucky day. I got my first sale late in the afternoon to a young couple buying their first new car. I felt like I was walking on air that evening when I reported to The Boss' office at closing time. The Boss was sitting at his desk going over some paperwork when I entered and locked the door behind me. As I was stripping, I proudly told him "I sold my first car today."
"Good boy, now you just need to sell nine more" he said looking up at me with a smile.
"Nine more" I asked him. "I don't understand Boss."
"You will" he said reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out a stainless steel cock ring with a square post welded at a 90 degree angle from one side. The post was about a half inch long and had a hole drilled through it from side to side. "Here, put this on with the post on top facing out" he ordered me.
I put the ring on as ordered, pulling my balls through first, followed by my cock. As I was doing this, he stood up and proceeded to pull his belt from his pants. "Bend over the desk" he told me. Doing as told, I knew what was coming. I heard the swoosh of the belt just before the sting hit me. He gave me ten hits before stopping. "Stand up" he ordered. "Just as I thought, you enjoyed being whipped, didn't you faggot?" as he looked down at my hard seven inch cut cock.
My faced burned red as I said "yes Boss" not able to hide my erection. I felt him run his hand over my smooth hairless body.
"Nice and smooth, just how I like my boys" he said. I looked up at him to see him smiling at me. His words gave me a warm tingle to think about being his boy. I noticed the punishment chair was not in the room, but that one of his arm chairs was pulled around to the side of the desk. "Sit down there" he pointed to the arm chair next to his desk. Sitting down, he reached into his drawer again and removed two pairs of handcuffs which he quickly used to secure my wrists to the arms of the chair leaving me immobile. "Stay here, I'll be back" he told me before leaving the office with me locked to the chair. He returned a few minutes later with a plastic sandwich bag filled with ice from the break room.
"I told you, you needed nine more car sales for a reason" he stated as he placed the bag of ice on my cock. "For every ten cars you sell, you will receive a reward" he continued. "Do you want to know what the reward is" he asked.
"Yes Boss, but why did you put this ice on me?" I asked.
By now my erection was gone and I watched as he reached into his drawer again and pulled out a slightly curved rod about two inches long with a black rubber loop on one end and a quarter inch disk welded to the other with a square hole in the center. He picked up the bag exposing my now shrunken cock and pulled the rubber loop over the top of my cock leaving it just behind the head of my cock. He then moved the disk end onto the post coming off the cock ring. Reaching into his drawer once more, he pulled out a steel tube about two and a half inches long and maybe one and a quarter inches in diameter. Grasping my shrunken cock, he pulled the tube over inserting me into the device. The tube had a slight curve and the end was sealed except for a small piss hole at the tip. On top at the rear, a steel flange was welded with a square hole in it that I just knew was going to fit the post on the cock ring. Sure enough, once he had it on, the end of the post extended out far enough for the hole drilled in the side of it to be exposed. Reaching into his drawer one more time, he brought out a small padlock and slipped it through the post hole and locked it.
"Your reward for selling ten cars is to be able to cum. If it takes a week, or if it takes two months, your reward for selling them is to be able to cum" he told me. "Don't worry you won't die from not having access to your cock."
All I could do was stare at him speechless as I looked from him to my encased cock and back again. "But Boss, how long is this to go on" I asked.
"Every ten cars" he replied. "I want you to take the first half of tomorrow off and rent a storage room. Move all your belongings into it except your clothes and personal effects and report back here to me in the afternoon. Starting tomorrow, you are going to be living with me.
His words gave me a warm glow as I responded "Yes Boss." That's when the pain started. My cock tried to get hard and found itself confined in a space less then a third the size of it fully erect.
The Boss unlocked me and had me put the chair back in front of the desk. He sat back down in his chair putting his feet up on the edge of the desk. "Time to start servicing my socks and feet boy" he told me.
"Yes Boss" I replied as I dropped to my knees before his feet and started removing his shoes. The smell of his un-washed socks was just as overpowering as last night, and I was just as turned on by them. This didn't help my cock which was trying to make the steel tube locked around it explode by attempting to grow. Ignoring the pain, I proceeded to service his nasty smelling socks reveling in the scent and sweat as I rubbed them over my face breathing in deeply. I massaged his feet through his socks as I sniffed them and began licking and sucking the sweat out of them. Peeling off his socks, I began tonguing his soles and gave him a foot bath, making sure to give each toe its own individual attention.
Once I finished, he stood up and removed his pants. I could see his jock was straining with the hard cock stuffed into it. He reached down and removed his strap, freeing his cock. "Bend over the desk again" he ordered me. I saw him reach into that damn drawer again and pull out a bottle of silicon lube. I heard him apply it onto his hard nine inches while willing myself to relax. I then felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my asshole. He applied some pressure, and then grabbing me by the hips plunged in with no warning, not stopping until that nine inch monster was buried all the way. He held it there for several minutes and whispered into my ear "Don't worry you'll get lots of practice getting used to it."
Up to this point, I was so stunned by the pain in my ass I couldn't speak. When he started pulling his cock out of my ass, it felt like my guts were going to follow. He pulled back until just the head was still in and sank slowly back down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" I kept repeating over and over again as he slowly slid in and out.
"God damn, this is one tight ass" The Boss said as he fucked me. "I'm going to enjoy stretching this hole way out" as he held his hand in front of my face and closed it into a fist.
"Yes Boss" I replied and felt my hole relax completely around his cock. We were positioned just right for his cock to hit my prostate every time he pushed in. My cock was dripping constantly, but unable to grow in its small chastity tube causing pain and frustration, but the pounding I was getting helped make up for it. "Boss, fuck my ass, please Boss, fuck me harder" I yelled and he went into overdrive pistoning in and out of my overheated asshole. He turned into an animal fucking my ass.
Suddenly, he let out a yell "Fuuucck" and buried his cock deep in my ass as I could feel the spurts of cum dumping up my hole. He leaned forward and wrapped his massive arms around me giving me a big old bear hug and then reached with his crossed arms over my chest to play with my nipples as his breathing slowed down. "That was nice faggot" he murmured in by ear as he nuzzled it and I felt him give the side of my neck a nip and then a kiss. As frustrating as the chastity device on my cock was, I still felt a warm glow all over me for the fuck. The Boss was a true master of the art. I felt him pull out completely and stand up releasing me. I turned around and was swept up into his arms again as kissed me on the lips forcing his tongue into my mouth dominating it once again with his tongue. All the while, I felt his hands roaming over my back and ass as he took possession of me.
Releasing me, he smiled at me and asked "How much stuff do you have to move?"
"Not much" I replied. "Certainly not enough to need a storage room. I've been living in a furnished apartment for the past couple of months, other then my clothes and books; I have a laptop and some cheap dishes and utensils. The dishes can go to a thrift store."
"Sounds good" he replied. "What kind of books?"
"Science fiction and cookbooks" I laughed.
He got a real interested look on his face and asked "do you cook?"
"Quite well when I have a good kitchen and food to work with" I told him. "I love to cook for someone who appreciates good dining."
"Well I have a huge kitchen with state of the art appliances that I have never used. How would you like to show me what you can do?"
I just looked at him with a huge grin on my face and told him "You got it Boss."
"Come on, I want to show you where you're going to be living from now on."
We locked up and I followed him to his home in Summerlin. He stopped at the guard house to the gated community and introduced my to the guards on duty explaining I was moving in and got me registered. The guards provided me with a remote for the resident's gate and a window sticker for the windshield identifying me as a resident. After they opened the main gate, I followed The Boss into the neighborhood full of custom mansions. We pulled up to a beautiful, large home with a brick paved circular driveway. Driving around to the side, he opened one of the two doors on the four car garage and we both parked inside. "Come on in" he told me after he opened the door into the house.
I thought I was in a movie as we entered the mansion. Stone floors, columns, a huge sweeping staircase. I looked around with wonder in my eyes. He just looked at me with a smile and said "It is a bit overwhelming isn't it?"
"It's beautiful" I replied.
"Come on, let me show you around" he said before drawing me along to see the downstairs. There was a library, the huge entrance hall, a large living room, theater room, a dining room that could seat 20, two bedrooms with their own bath suites, and finally the kitchen. Cherry cabinets, black granite counters, and stainless steel appliances with a huge island in the center with a prep sink. "I'm afraid we're going to have to order takeout tonight" He said. "I don't have much in the way of food or even pots and pans to cook it in. I've never really cooked much. Chinese okay?"
"Yes, fine, but we need to do something about your kitchen if I'm going to cook" I told him.
"No problem" he said as I followed him back to the library where he opened a safe. "Why don't you take all day off tomorrow, and after you get done with moving your things, go buy what you think you're going to need." With that, he handed me a bundle of $100 bills. I looked at the wrapper which said $10,000 on it.
I looked up at him in shock and he just chuckled. "I know how expensive some of that stuff can be. Why don't you show me how good a cook you are."
"Yes Boss." I was already planning my trip to Williams Sonoma and Whole Foods the next day.
"Let's go see the rest of the house" he said, taking my elbow and directing me to the curved stair case in the entrance hall. First was the Master Bedroom Suite. It was a large bedroom with a king-sized bed at the center, and a set of doors leading to a balcony overlooking the pool, and the Las Vegas Strip in the distance. Another set of doors led to a huge bathroom with a large whirlpool tub, and a large walk-in shower with multiple shower heads and room for a party. There was a large walk-in closet with custom cabinetry. Past the bathroom was another oversized room. "Welcome to the gym" he said.
I stopped at the entrance and stared around me. Every piece of equipment sat ready in the large room with mirrors on all the walls. "You will be working out with me every morning for two hours" The Boss said. "One hour of cardio followed by another hour of weights."
After we looked around, we headed back into the bedroom. "There some house rules" he told me. "First rule, whenever you are home, you are to be naked at all times. The exception will be when you are home the same time as the maid or when certain guests are over. There will be guests when you are expected to be naked as well." He stopped speaking and looked me up and down. Taking the hint, I immediately started undressing. The Boss looked at me and smiled while nodding his head. "Good, rule number two, you will still service my socks and feet every night."
That was one rule I would take great pleasure in as I said "Yes Boss."
"Rule number three" he continued. "You are here to serve my pleasure, and that includes any discipline I choose to give you."
"Yes Boss."
"Rule number four, you follow any order I give you under pain of severe discipline" he said with a menacing tone and glare at me.
"Yes Boss, I understand."
"Good, let me show you the Game Room." With that, we went through another set of doors opposite the bathroom into the most amazing playroom dungeon I had ever scene. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed watching as I explored the Game Room. There was custom dungeon furniture throughout. A black leather padded table here with tie down rings spaced along its sides. A St. Andrews Cross there, also padded in black leather. A Whipping bench, sling, barbers chair, an honest to goodness rack, two different cages, and a black leather chair with an ottoman in front. I just knew that's where the sock and foot worship would be taking place. Along the walls were hung all manner of shackles, restraints, clamps, masks, whips, paddles, and devices I didn't know the use for, but expected to find out very soon.
When I walked back to him, I was shaking with nervousness. He reached out and pulled me into his arms saying to me "Easy boy, we're not going to use everything on you all at once. But, I can promise you, you will learn all about what's in this room in time." My shaking subsided while he held me.
Walking over to the chair, he sat down and placed his feet on the ottoman. "Time for rule number two" he said to me.
"Yes Boss" I replied, dropping to my knees in front of him and proceeded to remove his shoes. Starting with his right foot, I began sniffing his nasty smelling, sweaty socked foot while giving him a foot massage. The foot massage was followed by my licking and sucking the sweat out of his sock before removing it and giving his foot and toes a nice tongue bath. I repeated the ritual on his left foot.
Satisfied, he stood up and removed his shirt and pants leaving his stained jock strap on. "Crawl over here" he directed me to a toilet seat set on 12" legs putting the opening at face height. "Lay under there" he said.
I crawled under the seat and watched as he proceeded to sit his hairy hole over my face. The pungent dark scent for his sweaty un-washed ass was incredibly sexy. "Start licking" he ordered me.
My eager tongue immediately sought out the hairy treasure above me. I tongued his hairy ass cheeks and then flattened my tongue to give as much contact on his hole as I licked him from behind his ball to as high as I could reach on his crack. I heard him moan in appreciation. I then centered my attention on his hole licking and swirling my tongue over and around it feeling it relax. The rich dark flavors tasted wonderful on my tongue. I pushed against the opening and felt my tongue enter. Forcing my tongue in and out of his hole like I was fucking it, I could feel it relax wide open. That's the best part, when you can run your tongue in and out of a totally relaxed hole with no resistance.
"That was nice, faggot" he told me while standing up. "I want you to stand up and lean across that bench over there" he directed while pointing out a metal bench with a leather padded top and multiple straps. I lay across it and he proceeded strap my ankles to the base and my arms along either side pulling me forward on the bench. A wide strap over my back left my ass thoroughly exposed.
"Okay boy, one of the things I'm going to enjoy doing with you is causing you pain. I like watching a boy suffer under my lash, and don't worry, you can yell all you like. I had this room sound-proofed."
I replied "Yes Boss" as I saw him select a wooden paddle hanging on the wall next to several other straps, paddles, whips, etc.
As The Boss moved into position behind me, he said "When you are not gagged, you will count each stroke out loud followed by thank you Boss, may I have another. You will always know how many strokes you are getting, and if you fuck up, we start back at one. Tonight you're getting ten. Do you understand?"
"Yes Boss" I replied as I heard the swish of the paddle through the air and heard the loud crack it made when it hit my ass. This was followed by an incredible stinging in my ass. "One, thank you Boss" was followed by another and another until all ten strokes had landed. My ass was on fire as I saw The Boss strip off his jock and lube his cock from the corner of my eye. I felt him move behind me and with one push, shoved the big cock all the way in to his pubes.
"Ah, nothing like fucking a freshly beat ass" The Boss said as he started pounding my ass. His cock kept rubbing my prostate with each stroke leaving me horny, but unable to cum or get hard with the small steel chastity tube around my cock. After about 15 minutes, I could feel The Boss speed up his strokes and knew he was getting close to cumming. "Fuck yes faggot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" he yelled as I felt spurt after spurt of his cum filling my ass. Exhausted, he fell over onto my back and rested there catching his breath. He started nuzzling my ear and said "You're going to be a lot of fun to have around here boy."
"Thank you Boss" I replied as I felt him pull out.
He un-strapped me from the fuck bench and said "Let's get cleaned up" and led me to the oversized shower in the Master Bath. After getting the water to a pleasing temperature, He stood there while I washed his magnificent body. After I had soaped him all over and he had rinsed, He placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I dropped to my knees in front of him and he said "I need to take a piss." Leaning forward, I took the head of his soft cock into my mouth and waited. Seconds later, I felt the first spurt of his piss hit my tongue. The first tentative spurt was followed by a torrent as I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Eventually the flow slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I kept my mouth around his cock sucking to get the last drops out. He pulled back and I looked up into his face to see him smiling down at me. "Hurry up and get washed" he said, "its time for bed."
Quickly washing myself while he stayed under one of the other shower nozzles, I rinsed and turned the showers off. Reaching for one of the over-sized towels, I proceeded to dry him off. Once done, I dried myself only to find him reaching around me, pulling me into a big bear hug and being pulled into a deep kiss with his tongue exploring every aspect of my mouth, dominating me in a way I've never felt before. "Come boy, let's go to bed" he informed me. We went to bed with him wrapped around me, spooning me from behind.
That night began out true relationship. I know I'm in love with him, and think he's in love with me, but under his code of conduct, he will probably never say it out loud. I just know his actions speak louder than words.
I still have to meet my 10 car quota to be allowed the right to cum. Every Sunday, he ties me down and un-locks my chastity tube. Since I'm not allowed to touch my cock, he shaves the areas I can't reach when keeping my body hairless. This is followed with him gently stroking my cock, which is in full on hard by this time. We review how many cars I've sold since he last let me cum. If I haven't reached 10, as soon as he feels my balls start to contract, he lets go and immediately places a bag of ice on my cock and balls. The effect is immediate, and I go instantly soft letting him lock my up once again.
The best times though, are when I've met my quota and he continues to stroke me until I cum screaming and screaming from the incredible sensation of cumming after such a long drought. The longest period of meeting my quota was a month, the shortest was a week, but I'm only allowed the opportunity to cum on Sunday.
I still service The Boss' socks and feet every evening, and have come to know every piece of equipment in the Game Room. I now get fisted regularly. One piece of equipment I have grown to love and hate. The Boss has a fucking machine with various Vac-u-loc attachments. He usually straps me down to the fucking bench and locks the machine in place behind me, and sets the timer. It can be on anywhere from 30 minutes to three hours. I'm usually gagged and hooded for these sessions.
I still only wear clothes in the house on special occasions and have become accustomed to being nude most of the time. Parties can be quite interesting depending upon the participants. Certain mixed parties, I'm fully clothed. Others, well lets just say it depends.
The home has a central courtyard leading to the front door. On more than one occasion, waiters were specially hired to serve in the nude wearing only cuffs and black tie. On those occasions, I was the door greeter dressed the same way. The only difference of course was my chastity tube on display for all to see.
There have been a couple of parties where I was the center of attention. Literally. These were all male leather parties where instead of greeting the guests at the door, I was the centerpiece on the table. The Boss locked me into a steel frame that kept me on all fours. I was gagged and hooded, and the dreaded fuck machine was installed behind me. On those nights, the timer was not used. I was fucked until the party ended.
The one consistency in my life is every evening I take great pleasure in serving The Boss' socks. These socks are never washed, and are worn until they wear out. I look forward to it every night, and if I could get hard, the thought of smelling and tonguing those nasty socks would make me cum right now.
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