Chapter 6 -- DO AS I TELL YOU.
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He was for half a minute painting something in my ass and I was rock hard with the feel of the marker moving there. What would he be painting? In that moment I wouldn't have minded it could be a humiliation. But that's one of the things I like most in Steven. He repeatedly gave me hot experiences, but never humiliates me. On the contrary, he always treats me as a friend, and though often tying me, I'm never his slave.
Once he finished his painting, he told me to approach the mirror and look at myself. We had a very large mirror on his bedroom, and though the letters were inverted I could clearly read them.
-Well, Ceniciento, what can you read?
-I can read "Steven" Sir. And I thank you for this too. It shows my ass belongs to Steven, as I want.
-Of course now in the restaurant nobody will see your arse, but I wish you spent the whole morning horny thinking that somebody could watch it and could watch the painting too.
-Sir, if someone ever sees my ass, I'll simply tell them the truth. This painting shows that this ass has an owner and I'll proudly tell anybody that my flat mate Steven has really earned the right to own it and of course he fucks me.
-Good, and now let's have breakfast.
As soon as I, of course, had prepared breakfast, I sat and instantly he grabbed my cock and started pumping it and told me what he would really like is both together jacking each other off every morning before I went to the restaurant. So of course I also started masturbating Steven: I wanted him to cum for the first time with me today.
I was horny as hell in the restaurant that morning knowing I had "Steven" written on my buttocks and thinking somebody might accidentally see it but if that happened, I would simply say what I had told Steven this morning. It was wonderful to work knowing my ass was marked and invisibly I had a painting there showing the name of the owner of that ass, who was not myself.
From that day everything was repeated. Just coming from the restaurant, I first stripped, whether Steven was at home already or not. If he was home, he first asked me to go on all fours and he fucked me in the ass. He fucked me more or less three times a day and I gave him three blowjobs. I also jacked him off and he also did it to me.
Fortunately he was usually as I preferred him: with sweaty greasy clothes or a wonderful man scent when naked. Some days he had a bath but of course it was always me soaping him up. He called me to help him pee all the times he needed to relieve his bladder but told me that if one day I got tired of this routine, of course I could stop doing it, for I was not his slave, he added.
One day I had returned running from the restaurant and was sweating as a pig, and when I got home, he was there and I first told him I should have a shower first and then I would return naked as usual. But he told me to strip now before I could lose my smell.
-Do as I tell you, Ceniciento.
So I obeyed him and took everything off and then he called me to him telling me to sit on the couch beside him.
-So far you've given me every fun I've asked you. But what if I tell you I love the way you smell now, Diego?
-I'm glad you like it, Sir.
-So now I will do something I was looking forward to do. Look at me now! --and he bent his head then and took my hard cock in his mouth and started giving me a blowjob.
-If you still wanna be my naked servant, then do as I tell you. Relax and let me suck your cock now till you cum in my mouth. Is it clear enough, Ceniciento?
-Right, Sir. Oh, Steven, I was not expecting this, but you're being so damn good!
-It's not often that I've sucked cocks. I almost always preferred having my dick sucked. Those have mostly been my experiences with boys. But sometimes I've given blowjobs, not too many, but five or six, I guess. But you are different, Diego; I'll have to give you blowjobs daily after now. How well you taste!
-Steven, you've told me twice: do as I tell you. Now my answer is: always do with me as you please. Hope I'm finally persuading you that there can be nobody like you for my sexual fun. And now please forgive me: I have to cum. Do you want to drink it?
-I certainly do.
And then my dick exploded as if it had been born today, but with Steven my cock had a new birth every day.
Now I saw him jerking himself off looking at me. I offered to help him but he withdrew my hand from his cock and told me.
-Today it is Steven that wants to homage Diego and you have to see that you're sexy enough to make my dick want to cum over and over again and never get tired. And now it's only me masturbating. You've helped me so often but I have to show you that I also know how to do it by myself --he told me those words almost laughing. He was increasingly sexier and I was totally his by now. I would never need a girl; I just needed my horny flat mate. I spent ten more minutes aroused looking excitedly at how he played with his dick, till finally he shot his load on the living room floor.
-You've returned real sweaty today and I love it. I wanna take advantage of this fact to have some more fun, but first I need to know whether you really trust me by now.
-I do trust you, Steven.
-You know, my sexy Diego, I've already tied you but since you are so perfumed today, what I intend is tying you again but today I wanna tie you blindfolded. That's why I want you to trust me. I won't hurt you; all I wanna do is give you a new fun. No doubt when blindfolded, you'll notice more your other senses.
-Just do it, Sir. You know I'm yours.
-But I can have you tied the whole afternoon and sometimes I will leave you and then return and so on. All you will need is a cuspidor to piss, which I will place on the floor and never worry if you spill your pee and don't shoot your piss straight on the cuspidor. Since it's been me that's had this idea, it will also be me that will mop the floor later, and don't protest, Ceniciento. So would you do it?
-Right now Sir, please.
-So come with me --he led me to an angle of the living room where we had a big painting, a classic picnic among beautiful ladies, something probably of the impressionism. He took down that picture and expertly tied me to a hook. Then he asked me to wait. He went to his room and brought two things: a cuspidor that he managed to place on the floor and a blindfold that he put on my eyes. And once I couldn't see anything but started to notice again his hot man smell, he stuck his dick in my ass again saying nothing. Of course I would not say anything either. Let him have now hours of fun. And I will have more fun again, I was sure.
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