Christian's Induction
Part Eight
The following morning Mark called me at about 8.30 and asked whether I could be at his house in an hour. Apparently his mother had started a full-time job that morning and so during the rest of the Summer break he would have the house to himself during the day. I had a few chores of my own that day but I agreed to be there.
When I got to his house he told me he had discussed the whole apartment thing with his mother once more and he had agreed that she could inspect his room and bathroom twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays, so he wanted me to be there on the Tuesdays and Fridays to ensure the place was tidy and clean. The whole arrangement seemed weird to me but it seems that previously his mother had assumed no responsibility for looking after his living quarters apart from looking in on it occasionally and telling him "Mark darling, you really must try to keep your room tidy" which of course fell on deaf ears. He now informed me he had a date to take Wendy, his girlfriend, to a cinema matinee that afternoon, hence the need for me to be there that morning. He said since they had only arrived back from vacation the previous day, his room really was pretty tidy although he guessed it did need dusting. However, he had a mountain of laundry and he wondered if I could do that (I had indeed seen this coming). He proceeded to show me where the washing and drying appliances were situated and explained that the housemaid did not iron his boxers and briefs and match up his socks; could I fold up those items and put them away in his chest of drawers? He then informed me that he had arranged to go over to Randy's house to play tennis and would be back in about two hours and that I should await his return.
I couldn't get over the pace at which these events had taken place; since the day before I had virtually become Mark's houseboy. The work it entailed was going to be a pain in the ass but the idea of having the run of his private space and handling his clothes and stuff was I had to admit a kind of turnon. I decided to get the laundry going first and took the opportunity of holding up to my face some of his soiled briefs and inhaling his body odours. I knew it was a gross thing to do but I found it intoxicating and before long I was boned up. I went into the bathroom and jerked myself off. When I looked around the bathroom, I saw just how dirty and grimy it was. I got to work on cleaning it up and when I saw that Mark had pissed some on the floor in front of the toilet, I wiped down the floor as well.
I had virtually completed the clean-up operation at about 11 o'clock and was in the process of folding up the undies and socks in Mark's room, when in walked Mark with his buddy Randy.
Randy was smiling from ear to ear and said "Well, well, well. So, dude, I see Mark has kept you busy this morning. I think the whole idea is awesome man." Meanwhile Mark checked things out and pronounced himself satisfied.
Mark continued "Dude, we are kinda sweaty after the tennis so we both need to take a shower. After you have wiped down the shower cubicle, perhaps a leisurely blowjob and a beer would go down well. What do you say Randy?"
Randy replied "Mark, dude, I really think Chris here would prefer to suck us off BEFORE we shower. That way he will get to take in our manly smells." What say Chris? I didn't reply Randy chuckled and said to Mark "You see?" Mark, as always, was happy to fall in with Randy's suggestions.
Randy settled down in the armchair with his legs spread and stretched out. "Awww, yeah, that feels great. Chris, my man, take off my tennis shoes and socks." I did as I was told and he continued "That's it. Wow, they kinda pong but I bet that's OK with you huh Chris?" I slid between his legs and told him to lift his ass so that I could slide down his tennis shorts and briefs. I went up to his balls and gave them a good tongue job. They were really sweaty and tasted salty. Randy instructed "I'm really horny, dude, so go to work on my dick. That's it. Suck a bit harder and quicker dude. Lick the head good too." It did not take too long before he gripped my head and bucking his ass, blew a huge load of cum into my mouth. "Savor the taste dude then swallow it down OK?"
Mark meanwhile had been lounging on the bed taking in the scene and rubbing his own hardon through his tennis shorts. I had the feeling he was edging big time. Randy decided to take a shower while I attended to Mark, who having shot his own load, then took a shower too. "Chris, dude, wipe the shower cubicle down so that the whole place looks sparkling again. Tomorrow is inspection day! Did you find the correct drawers for my briefs and socks?" I replied "I think so Mark". "Cool." he replied. Mark asked Randy if he would mind giving me a ride home, which he proceeded to do. When I arrived at the house, my bro Matt gave me this strange look but said nothing.
Fitting in with Mark's schedule over the next couple of weeks was playing havoc with my own activities but I did not feel inclined ever to get into a confrontation about it because I knew instinctively he would rationalize why I should rather re-arrange my own timetable. On one occasion at his house something took place which would further advance his hold over me, although I have to admit I unwittingly started it.
I was busy cleaning the mess in his bathroom when he entered saying "How's it goin dude?" and then proceeded to lift the toilet seat and prepare to take a piss. I really don't know what possessed me but I went and stood behind him and held his dick while he pissed in the bowl. I found it so erotic. He didn't object and when I put my index finger through his stream and licked it off, he thought it was hilarious. Laughing he informed me "You had better be careful dude, I may make you drink it." He walked out and I thought that would be the end of it. As usual he had managed to piss on the floor and I wiped the floor down again. I was later to find out that the incident hadn't been so easily forgotten by Mark.
To be continued.
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