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Chicago -- by littlepiggy
"Hey faggot" he cursed as I hauled my bags off the train. It had been a hell of a train ride; 5 hours of not being allowed to piss. That, on top of not jerking off 2 weeks prior, had me hard as a rock the moment my foot hit the ground. I wasn't sure what I wanted more: to clean his big black boots with my tongue, right there, or to let my piss run free finally.
My reverie was broken by a sudden "Click" noise; the sound of a padlock being attached to a cold, steel choke chain around my neck. "I'm going to enjoy having a bitch around this weekend", he whispered in my ear, pulling down hard on the chain. It certainly got my attention. He was really demanding my respect by everything he did, and it was working.
The next twenty minutes seemed to take hours, as we made the trek back to wherever he was taking me. My bags were getting heavy, my bladder remained full, and my cock was still hard and leaking. As he led in front of me, not saying a word, my mind seemed to focus on his perfect ass, just waiting for me to clean it inside and out.
Finally, we stopped in front of an apartment building. "Sit" he ordered. I looked around, noticing we were still standing on the sidewalk, and the neighborhood seemed busy with pedestrians. I stared blankly. Pulling down on my choke chain, he confirmed his order. "SIT". With no choice in the matter, I fell to my knees, my bags falling to my side in a heap on the pavement. We seemed to gather no attention, however. People in this city had probably already seen it all.
I stayed put while he went upstairs and did whatever it was that he was doing. In a matter of 5 minutes, he came back out and grabbed me again by the choke chain, and began leading me up the narrow stairway. I was hoping more than anything that he didn't go upstairs a moment ago to empty his bladder; after all, what was I there for?
I stepped in just as the door was about to swing shut, and began looking around. A rough hand to my choke chain brought me back and I was pierced by ice-blue eyes that said "look at me". His look was hypnotic, almost, and I could barely breathe and I slowly fell to my knees. "Good boy" he complimented, and walked into the kitchen to grab something. I heard some cluttering around in a drawer, and then he returned. As he stood behind me, I dare not look back until he told me I could move. I then felt the coldness of something metal on the back of my neck. I wasn't sure what to gather of it until he started gently scraping the skin around my neck with the tip. At this point I was quite sure what it was: a very large knife. Anyone else would probably start panicking if a SIR did this to him, but I had complete trust and respect for this one. Hearing a small tear at first, he began cutting my shirt off of me from behind.
Being forced to bend over onto the bed, I felt helpless as he began cutting off my jeans. He didn't bother with the black rubber jock I was wearing, or the black work boots. Instead he sat the knife down, stuck his middle finger in his mouth, and then roughly jammed it up my ass. I moaned in a mixture of shock and delight at the intruder, and spread my legs to allow him better access. "Heh, just like a bitch in heat" he mumbled, as he started finger fucking me tight, unlubed ass. As always, my cock was rock hard and leaking into my jock. The finger ramming started to get harder, and if he had continued much longer, I probably would have gotten sore. But knowing just how to push my buttons, he grabbed me by the choke collar from behind, yanked my head up and stuck that finger in my mouth. I lapped at it like a good pup, making sure all of my ass juices were cleaned off my SIR's finger.
Like me, he got naked except for his tall boots and a jockstrap. After pulling me off the bed by my choke collar, he pulled my face into his groin for a good sniff. "Smell that, boy?"
I squeaked out a muffled "yes SIR" as I inhaled his mansmells deeply.
"I need a good cleaning" he insisted, holding me stoic in his groin.
Well, the thought of cleaning this stud's unwashed body got me even more hot and bothered.
"...but first, get down there and clean up my boots." Yes, just what I was longing for. I got down on all 4's and began lapping at the shiny leather, making sure not to miss a detail. While I did so, his other foot reclined up onto my back, using me as a footstool.
I could tell he was growing impatient with my cleaning, but I was determined to give him a thorough job. Finally, as I reached the top, he pulled me up onto my feet. Moving behind me, I felt his body heat melt into my back, and I began to shiver. The shiver was intensified a couple hundred times as I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder. My SIR had to gag me with his fingers in order to keep me from screaming too loud, although the biting just got harder and more intense. His other hand moved down to my cock, which had my rubber jock slick with precum inside and was tenting out at a ninety degree angle.
I moaned into the 3 fingers jammed in my throat, and heard him whisper. "Awe, you like me playing with your little boy cock?"
Another muffled "yes SIR"
"Well, I'll give you a choice. Either I'll use your little faggot shit cunt all weekend, or I'll let you cum now and call it good". The moment he mentioned my cunt I felt a wad of precum ooze out of my cock. Of course there was only one logical choice. As much as I was ready to cum by this point, there was no way I was going to give up this stud using my ass.
Pulling his fingers out of my throat, he wiped them dry on my face and said "Well, which is it, bitch?"
"Please, SIR, use me as your fucktoy this weekend"
I could practically hear the grin that developed behind me. "Good boy", he whispered gently into my ear, just barely brushing it and sending chills up my spine. I don't know how it all happened, but somehow in the next 5 seconds he managed to turn me around, slam me against the wall, and wrap his fingers around my throat, cutting off my air. My mouth hung slack-jawed in shock.
"Fucking slut" He breathed heavily into my face, and spit a large wad into my mouth. Any good bitch knows to thank his SIR when he gives you something to swallow, no matter what it is.
After I swallowed his spit, the choking got more and more intense until I was laying on the floor, at which point my SIR decides to squat over my face. I can smell the intense aroma coming from his balls and ass, and have the utmost desire to dive face in to his chute. Knowing that there could be repercussions if I was that presumptuous, I stayed put until given the order.
"Yea boy, smell my nasty ass?"
"Yes SIR" I panted, mouth watering at the sight and smell.
"You want it, don't you, boy?"
"FUCK YES, SIR" I was almost shouting.
"Well, go ahead boy, clean my ass up good."
I didn't need to be told twice, and within seconds I was lapping as his smelly hole like it was my life's work. It tasted amazing, but more importantly, I wanted in there, deep.
Sensing my desperation, my SIR strained to relax his sphincter, and I watched as it opened up just a bit, shining with my spit. He pulled my head up with his right hand and mashed it into his quivering chute, my tongue diving as far in as it could go.
"FUCK yea" he growled, only prodding me further. If a penis could break off from being hard, I believe mine would have at this moment. I could taste all of him, his flesh, his sweat, his ass juice, and I was in pig heaven.
In one quick motion, he pulled his leaking cock out of the side of his jock, and quickly jammed it into my mouth, and it found its way automatically into my throat. As if my day could have gotten any better: I got to clean his boots, his ass, and now he was throat fucking me like it was a virgin cunt. Sensing that I was gagging uncontrollably, he pulled his throat out and spit again into my mouth.
"C'mon, boy, you can't whimp out on me yet. You've only been here for about an hour"