Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com
This story contains authoritarian themes. If that doesn't interest you, please move on. Comments are appreciated; email me at omksc@yahoo.com
He moved into my building a couple of months ago. It's a big building, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, with hundreds of apartments, and I don't really talk to my neighbors other than to politely nod hello to people on my floor or whatever.
But he was very noticeable. Tall, well-built, handsome. A jock. He had shaggy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, a muscular and athletic frame. He carried himself with a certain swagger, not obnoxiously, but with a high level of self-confidence. I never got a really good look at his body because it was still winter when he moved in, and he was always wearing a coat or something, but you could tell he had a nice body.
I'm not a bad looking guy myself, late-twenties, fit, longish brown hair, brown eyes. I was in good shape from lots of running, with a toned body. He was probably in his early-mid twenties, and more muscular than I am.
I'd seen him half a dozen times, crossing the lobby, in the elevator, on the street outside. It was hard not to stare. I tried not to be too obvious but I was to discover that I failed. Once I overhead another guy (almost as hot) talking to him, and learned that his name was Chad.
One warm late April day, the first really warm day we'd had so far in spring, I was riding down in the elevator from my apartment on the 12th floor when the doors opened on 9 and Chad got in. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that showed off the toned, well-developed muscles of his arms and shoulders, and nicely profiled his pecs. I know that when you are in a small elevator with one other person, you are supposed to pretend they don't exist and look away, but I couldn't help myself. He just looked so hot, and so I positioned myself kind of sideways and tried to stare as if I weren't checking him out.
He never looked over at me the entire trip but when we reached the lobby, he turned to me and said "Hope you got a good look, bitch" and then laughed and left the elevator. I was kind of shocked that he spoke to me like that, but as I have a thing for really dominant guys it also make my cock jump. Well, now I didn't have to wonder anymore if he'd noticed me checking him out.
I saw him again the next day, just passing in the lobby, and he kind of smirked at me as we walked past. Then I didn't see him again for a week until late one Saturday afternoon. I boarded the elevator in the lobby and turned around to see him getting in right behind me. He must have entered the building right after me. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that hugged his chest and flat stomach, a nice pair of faded jeans, and flip-fops. Chad pressed his button but instead of moving over to one side he stayed in front of me, staring at me hard.
I stood there awkwardly, starting to sweat a little. He stared me down, then started to rub his pec suggestively. Naturally my eyes moved down to look at his chest, and then he ran his hand down his torso and rested it at the top of his jeans. My eyes were glued to his crotch when the doors opened at his floor. He stepped back and just before leaving the elevator he stuck out an arm and held open the doors.
"If you get off here, I MIGHT let you blow me," he said. I just looked at him, dumbfounded. "Now or never," he said, and then released the doors and started to walk down the hall.
I jumped out. I had just spent several months fantasizing about blowing this stud, and I was not about to let that opportunity pass. He walked down the hall, seemingly not caring if I was behind him. His apartment was the last one in the hallway. He unlocked the door, let it swing shut behind me and threw his keys on a little table.
The small hallway opened up into a decent sized living room. There was a sofa, a big chair, coffee table, and a TV. Pretty standard stuff for a young guy's apartment. Chad walked to the center of the room, turned around and looked at me. Didn't say anything.
I wasn't sure what to do. "My name's Derek," I said.
He laughed and shook his head. "Who the fuck cares? You're not here to be my friend. You're here to suck my cock. IF I decide to let you, IF you can demonstrate you deserve the privilege. Got it, bitch?"
This made my cock harden. I nodded. He pointed to the floor in front of his feet. "On your knees." I dropped to my knees and then leaned over and reached for the button on his jeans. "No," he said sharply and pushed my hands away. He sighed, seemed frustrated, then walked over to the couch and sat down, kicked off his flip-flops. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed on my knees in the middle of the floor.
"You can start by crawling over to me and licking my feet, bitch."
I crawled across the floor and leaned in towards his feet. He had perfectly shaped feet, incredible looking. I reached down and started to caress one of them, but he kicked my hand away. "I said lick. You need to learn how to follow directions. Put your hands behind your back."
I put my hands behind my back and then, still kneeling, leaned all the way over and licked the top of his right foot. My dick was rock hard at this point. I licked all across the tops of both his feet and toes. Chad picked up a magazine and started leafing through it. After a few minutes of this, I said, "So do you want me to blow you?"
"Shut the fuck up, faggot. Just keep licking my feet, like a good little bitch. Lie down on your back." I got down onto the floor, lying so that my head was near his feet. "Keep your hands behind your back, like I told you. Christ, are you stupid or what?" I again put my hands behind my back so that I was laying on top of my arms, which wasn't very comfortable. He rested both his feet on my face and I started licking them again.
He just kept leafing through the magazine, while he rubbed his feet on me and I licked the bottom of his feet as they moved across my face. After a couple of minutes he angled his foot so that his toes were at my lips and said, "Suck those toes, bitch." I licked on his toes and pulled his big toe into my mouth to suck on it. "More," he said, and shifted his foot so that more of his toes were in my mouth. I keep licking and sucking them, and then he said, "all of them, bitch" and suddenly tried to push his entire foot in my mouth. This made me gag and cough. He laughed, then pushed both his feet down on top of my face hard, one of them covering my mouth and nose and the other my eyes and forehead. He just kept them pressed there as he spoke to me.
"Okay, listen up, bitch. I'm gonna explain some things to you. It's been obvious to me for a while that you want me. I don't really care about that. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, got it? At this point that should be clear to you, but if that's what you are hoping this will become, you should just get out right now. If you understand and want to stay, lick my foot to show you understand." He paused, and I reached out my tongue to lick the bottom of his foot. "Okay. Good. What you can be instead is my bitch. That means you are here to service me, pleasure me, and obey me. Do you want to do that?"
I tried to answer yes but with his foot covering my mouth it just came out as a mumble. "Don't try to talk when I obviously can't understand what you're saying, you stupid faggot. If the answer is yes, you lick my foot." I licked his foot. "Good. Try to keep up. I have some requirements in my bitch. You need to follow directions better than you have so far, and you need to demonstrate that you deserve the opportunity to pleasure me. I have an amazing body and cock, and I am well aware of that, and so I can have my choice of bitches to service me. You're obviously quite submissive, which is a good start, but you need to demonstrate to me that you are aware of your position, continuously: before, during, after. Understood?" I reached out my tongue and licked his foot aggressively, at least the small part of it available to my tongue.
"Good," he said and then leaned forward on the couch and slid the foot that was covering my eyes off my head so he was looking over me and I could his face. "Unbuckle your jeans and pull down your underwear." I lifted up my body so that I could move my arms out from under me and did as he instructed. My dick was rock hard and leaking precum. "Okay. Put that away and buckle yourself up." While I did, he said, "As I expected, you are totally getting off on this so far. Aren't you?" I licked his foot. "This is important only to the degree that it makes you a compliant, eager bitch. Right?" I licked again. His voice harden and he said very strongly, "In fact, you will never, EVER, take your dick out in front of me again. Your dick does not matter. As far as I am concerned, your sole sex organ is right here," tapping his foot on my mouth. "Do you understand?" I licked his foot, ravenously, to demonstrate how much I wanted to please him.
"Very good. That's enough explanation for today. Get back up on your knees."
I got up on my knees, a short distance from where he was sitting on the couch. He was leaning back with his hands clasped behind his head, exposing a hint of armpits and emphasing the hard muscles of his arms. Seeing that incredible upper body again after 15 minutes on the floor made my cock jump. But when I looked at his face, I saw that Chad was frowning and shaking his head, making me wonder what I was doing wrong. As if he could read from my face what I was thinking, he said, "Figure it out, bitch." Somehow I was displeasing him, and I tried to figure out why and then it occurred to me, and I clasped my hands behind my back. Chad just smiled.
He stood up, and his crotch was just inches in front of my face. It seemed from the bulge that his cock was already hard. I looked up at him, towering over me, his muscular torso looking glorious. He reached down and grabbed my face with both hands, rubbed his thumb across my lips. I moaned involuntarily. "Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Yes, please," I said.
"Beg, faggot."
I looked up at him. "Please let me suck your cock. You are such an unbelievable stud and I just want to make you feel good. I will suck it hard and deep. Please fuck my face. Please let me be your bitch. I wanna be your bitch so bad, please."
Chad kind of grimaced. "What will you do for me?"
"I'll do whatever you want, stud. Anything if you will give me the privilege of sucking your cock and making you feel good."
Chad lifted his foot up and pushed hard against my chest. With my arms behind my back I had no balance and I fell on my back onto the floor. He walked over and stood with his feet on either side of my head. I turned my head to the side and reached out to lick his ankle, but he pulled it away. I looked up at him, he was frowning again. "I'm sorry," I said. "Please may I lick your foot. Please?"
He dropped his foot down onto my face, pushing it hard so that my face was turned sideways. He rubbed his foot all over my face. "You like that, pussy? You like being dominated by me, you little bitch?" I licked his foot over and over.
"Okay, back up on your knees. Try not to fall over again," Chad said. I got up on my knees and looked up at him. Then I immediately put my hands behind my back, and he smiled. "Getting better." Chad reached down and unbuckled his jeans. He pulled them about halfway down his thighs, exposing a pair of gray boxer briefs with a big thick tube underneath. Then he stepped right up to my face, grabbed my head with both hands, and began rubbing my face all over his crotch. I could feel the hard, spongy cock under the fabric all across my face. "That was some pretty weak begging, cocksucker. I don't think you have yet to demonstrate that you deserve to have this dick in your mouth. So all I'm going to let you do is lick my balls."
As he said this he kept pushing my head against his crotch. "Please, Chad, please can I suck you? I'm sorry, I didn't know what you wanted, I want to please you so bad."
"Oh, so you think you deserve the chance to suck my cock?" He said, pulling my face away and angling it so that I was looking up at him.
"No," I said.
He smiled. "Good answer. You're right bitch, you don't deserve it. Let's see how good a ball licker you are." Chad pulled down his underwear and exposed his dick and balls. I moaned just from the sight of them. He had a thick dick, cut, easily eight inches, perfectly shaped. Two large, luscious balls hanging below, with a light dusting of hair that he kept tidy.
"Oh God," I said, the desire evident in my voice, and he laughed, a big hearty laugh that went on for several seconds. I wanted so desperately to reach out and take that beautiful dick in my hands, but I kept my hands behind my back. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and gripped tightly, and grabbed his cock with the other. First he banged his cock against my face a couple of times and then pulled my head into his balls.
"Lick, faggot," he said, and I immediately began licking his big balls. With his hand tight on the back of my neck, he totally controlled my head, keeping me deep under his crotch while he jerked himself above me. Then he slid his hand up and grabbed a big fistful of my long hair and pulled my face away. He turned my head so I was facing up and started slapping his cock on my face. Against my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. I looked up at him, his cock large in my face, with his incredible, muscular torso looming over me and that handsome face staring down at me. I moaned from pleasure each time his cock hit my face, and he laughed. "You even moan like a little bitch," he said. "You fucking love getting dick-slapped, don't you pussyboy?" I moaned loudly in response and he cracked up.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." As I did, he rested the head of his cock on my tongue and I got my first taste. It tasted fantastic. There was a drop of precum I could taste and I wanted desperately to lick it off and swallow it, to close my mouth onto that cock. I looked up at him, with pleading eyes. He was shaking his head. "Don't even think about it, cocksucker. Just keep that mouth open and don't move a muscle." Chad rubbed the head of his dick across my tongue, ever so slowly. He moved it forward as if he were going to push it into my mouth, but didn't. He banged it up and down against my tongue, while he jerked himself. It was torture. My own cock was bursting, and I desperately needed to figure out a way to get this magnificent cock in front of me down my throat.
Chad grabbed my hair tightly again and slapped me in the cheek with his cock. "You can close your mouth now, bitch," he said. "You are not getting to suck this cock today." He held my face there, and started jerking his cock feverishly.
"Please, please can I suck you?" the desperation clear.
He dick-slapped me in response. "No. Shut the fuck up. Get back to licking my balls." My mouth was pushed under his crotch. I again licked those big balls. He was jerking like mad. I could sense his body start to waver a little, he was getting close. I kept licking. Then he pulled my face back and cum rocketed out of his dick. The first couple of shots flew out, and landed on my cheeks and nose. Then more that fell across my mouth and chin. A big gooey load that covered my face. I moaned again. The smell of his cum in my nose and the taste of it on my lips made me want to grab my cock and shoot right then. But of course I did not.
Chad took a step back, rested his cock on my face as he came down from his orgasm. Then he dried his cock in my hair, wiping off the extra cum on the tip of his dick. Now both my face and hair had Chad's cum on them.
He sat back down on the couch. I remained, kneeling, my hands behind my back, cum all over me. Chad looked over at me. "Do you have anything to say to me, faggot?"
Do I have anything to say? There are a million things I could say. I loved being dominated by you. I want you to take off your shirt so I can see your chest. I want so bad to suck your cock. I want you to let me jerk off now. I want you to fuck my throat. I want to rub my hands all over your incredible body. I can't believe you came without my ever getting your cock in my mouth. I want to lick you from head to toe. Was this it? Will this happen again? Will I get to blow you next time?
But I didn't say any of those things. Instead I said, "Thank you."
Chad smiled. "Good faggot. For?"
"For letting me lick your feet, for letting me lick your balls, for letting me feel your cock on my face. And especially for cumming in my face and letting me have your cum on me. Thank you for all of that."
"You're welcome, bitch." Chad again picked up the magazine. "I may want to go again in a few minutes, so I want you to just stay in your position for now until I decide."
I knelt there and waited while he read. I imagined that this time I would get to suck him, and it would last a nice long time since he had just come, and plus I would still have his cum on my face while I sucked him, which I totally love. I could feel it starting to dry on me. It was only a few minutes when he dropped the magazine back on the coffee table and looked over at me.
"Nope, done for now."
I looked at him, my own cock still rock hard, a look of pleading on my face. He just shook his head.
I moved over to him, leaned over and started licking his feet. He let me do it for a minute or so, but then said, "that's enough, faggot, time for you to go." When I kept licking, he kicked my face away. Not hard, but enough to show me he meant it.
"Fuck, you got jizz on my foot," he said. When he kicked my face, some of the drying cum on my cheeks got on his foot. "Lick it off, bitch." He held his foot up in the air, and I licked all the cum of it while he watched me, smirking and half-smiling. Then he put his foot down and said, "Now get the fuck out."
"I'm sorry for asking, but can I use a towel or something. I can't go out in the hall with cum in my face."
He shook his head. "No. But of course you can go out like that, bitch. You are a natural born cocksucker, a desperate for cock pussyboy. You might as well advertise it. It might not have taken months for me to realize I should get you in here licking my feet if I'd seen you with cum all over your face."
I just looked at him, stunned that he expected me to leave his apartment with cum on my face. But I could tell from his expression that that was it. Finally he said, "Dismissed, bitch."
I got up and walked out. In the hallway (which was empty, thank god), I used my hand to feed myself the loose cum on my face, and then rubbed my face dry with my T-shirt. I made my way back up to my apartment, in a bit of daze, wondering if all that had really just happened, and hoping against hope it would happen again.
to be continued? comments appreciated. omksc@yahoo.com