Him Chapter 4
I am kneeling back on my heels at the His feet, naked except for a cock ring He always makes me wear as though His hand is around my dick at all times. He is seated in a chair, His jeans still open with His dick out, wet from my saliva, my face smeared with His cum. My knees are spread as wide as I can get them, my dick rock hard and straining upwards. He keeps the toe of one of His boots underneath my balls, not touching them, but the sight of that boot so close to my balls and dick, just inches from my hole gets me more and more aroused.
"Boy, your dick is so hard. I suppose you'd like to stroke it."
"Yes, Sir, I would."
"But you know you can't unless I let you, right, boy?"
"I know, Sir."
He starts to bobble my balls on the toe of His boot. That only makes my dick strain upward even more. He rubs His boot back towards my hole, nudging the toe right into the entrance and lifting my balls up.
"Look at Me, faggot! That dick and balls are not yours to look at!"
I quickly dart my eyes at His, He watches my face as He plays around with my balls and hole with His boot. I softly groan and wince.
"You really want to stroke that dick for Me, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir..."
"Tell you what, boy. You may stroke your dick while you lick my boot."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Do you want me to start licking your boot now, Sir?"
"Yes, faggot, you may start now. And don't you dare cum!"
"Yes, Sir!"
I scoot back a bit and lower my mouth onto His boot, meeting it full on with my tongue. I slather the toe of His boot with my tongue and sloppily suck it with my lips, pressing my wet tongue onto it. I grab my own cock with my right hand and start stroking it, making myself moan and as I stroke. I more hungrily lick the dom's boot sliding my tongue up the shaft of His boot and back down to the toe. I adjust my head to take the whole pointed toe of the boot into my mouth and suck on it like I was just sucking His dick. It all feels so good, so arousing...the sensations of stroking my dick and sucking His boot. I get lost in all the feelings, nothing in my head but sucking His boot and stroking my dick. I never enjoyed licking His boots so much, they brought me such pleasure.
He bends over and lowly whispers in my ear, "You getting close, boy?"
"Y-yes, Sir!"
"Do you want to cum?"
I am always confused when He asks me that question. I couldn't think of anything but stroking and licking, doing as He wanted, never sure what He wanted me to do, not wanting to disappoint Him.
"I, I don't know, Sir..."
He sits back up and barks an order, "CUM, BOY! NOW!"
Immediately, the spasms from deep in my groin begin as I squeeze my dick harder and pull the toe of His boot further into my mouth. I feel like I'm about to lose consciousness as my orgasm increases in intensity. The cum that has built up spurts out my dick and onto my hand, lubing my hand and increasing even more the sensations in my dick. I squeeze my dick harder and strain to eke out the last bits of cum. The orgasms wanes and I stay in place, panting with my mouth over the toe of His boot and my cum filled hand clutching my dick, not sure if I should move, not wanting to do anything to upset Him.
"Kneel back up."
He orders, "Faggot, let Me have your right hand."
I kneel back up and hand Him my cum-covered right hand. He grabs my right wrist.
"Flatten your hand."
I flatten out my hand and He pushes my hand by the wrist into my face and smears the cum on my hand over my face, around my mouth, onto my nostrils, wiping it dry on my hair.
I kneel in front of Him, my face and hair full of my cum and His.
He smirks with disgust, shakes His head, and says, "You really are disgusting, faggot. Get out of here. Crawl on your belly back to the garage, put on your clothes, and leave."