Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com
Part 3
This story contains authoritarian themes. If that doesn't interest you, please move on. Sorry for the long delay since the last chapter, and many thanks to everyone who emailed with their comments. Even if I didn't get a chance to respond, I really appreciate hearing from you.
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Late the next night, after I'd gone to bed, I was awakened by my phone ringing.
"Come blow me, bitch," Chad said by way of a greeting.
I looked at the phone; it was after 1:00am. Jesus. "I'm in bed," I said. "I'll be down in a few."
He hung up without bothering to reply. I threw on a pair of sweats and padded down to his apartment. I knocked several times, and it took a while before he showed up at the door. He was in underwear and a T-shirt. He turned and made for his bedroom.
Chad jumped right into his bed, then pointed at the spot between his legs. I climbed up, knelt on the bed to his side and started to kiss his underwear-covered crotch. "You want that cock, bitch?" he asked. I moaned in reply. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down hard, forcing his cock and balls against my face. "You love having your face in my crotch, don't you cocksucker?"
"Yes, I do," I murmured as he rubbed my face all over his hardening dick. Then he pulled me away and with his other hand pushed his shorts down and hooked them under his balls. Immediately his cock sprang up towards me, and Chad pushed my head down to meet it.
There was no warm-up this time. Once his dick was in my mouth, he placed both hands on the back of my neck and started piston-fucking my face while pushing and holding my head down. "Take that cock down your faggot throat, you little bitch. Show me how much you want to swallow that fucking dick." He was fucking my mouth repeatedly, and I tried my best to breathe and keep up, but the pace was relentless and I coughed and gagged a few times. Chad seemingly didn't notice and just kept banging away. It didn't take long at all before I felt that familiar feeling of his cock growing more rigid and pulsing. His hands on the back of my neck pushed down hard as his cock shot, and he deposited his load directly into my throat.
After a few seconds he released his hold on me, and I pulled away gasping a little. I turned my head to look over at him. "Okay, bitch. I guess I'm done with you." He looked sleepy-eyed, and was smiling. "But maybe you should demonstrate your appreciation for the load I just pumped down your throat. Do you think so?"
"Yes, Chad."
"Okay, then. Lie down at the end of the bed and lick my feet for a while." I moved down to the end of the bed. He had a big queen size bed, but because he was so tall his long, lean body stretched almost the entire length of it. I lay down on my side all the way at the bottom of the bed, curling my legs under me so that I could fit across its width. Chad's big bare feet rested on the bed, their soles in front of my face, which was sideways on the bed. I reached up to feel his foot but he kicked my hand away. "Hand behind your back, faggot, where they belong. I didn't say you could touch." I put both my hands behind my back, which left me lying on one arm in an uncomfortable position.
"Now lick, bitch." I reached out my tongue and began to lick the bottom of his right foot. After a few seconds, he lifted his left foot and placed it atop my neck. He used his ankle to pull my head in closer and force my face tighter against his other foot. Then he just left his foot holding me down by the neck.
I kept up with licking his foot. There wasn't much I could in this position other than lick the bottom of his foot, but that seemed to be what he wanted. And so that's what I did. After a little while Chad rolled onto his side, moving his foot off my neck, so that now both his feet were sideways in front of my face. I just kept gently licking them. Eventually I could tell he had fallen asleep.
My dick was hard, and I wanted to rub one out real bad. I considered my options: he was sleeping, so I could theoretically do it right there. But he had fallen asleep with the light on, and if he woke up to see my jerking off, I'm pretty sure that situation would not end well. Considering that he freaks out when I forget to put my hands behind my back, I could only imagine his reaction if my hands were in front me AND my cock was in my hand. I could leave, of course, but I kind of liked the idea of being able to spend the night in his bed, even if it was at the end of his bed with his feet in my face. (Or should I say, "especially if") Or I could just stay there, maybe even sleep over, and hopefully he would be up for another round in the morning.
Eventually I fell asleep. At one point I heard the click of the light and I woke up to darkness, just the moonlight through the window. He had obviously woken up just enough to turn off the light, and if he knew I was in his bed he didn't say anything. A few times during the night I felt him shifting around, his feet banging up against my face.
In the morning, he woke me up with a kick to my chest. I jumped, startled, and started to sit up. Chad was propped up on his pillow looking down at me, his knees bent, feet flat on the bed. "No, bitch. On your back," Chad said sternly. I lay back down on my back, still at the bottom of the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Chad curled his foot under my neck and pulled my head towards him. I scooted a little closer and then he planted both feet squarely on top of my face.
"So you spent all night down there, huh bitch? I guess you couldn't tear yourself away from my feet, is that it?" When I didn't answer he lifted up his foot and brought it down against my cheek. "Answer me, cocksucker."
"Yes, Chad."
Again he hit me in the face with his foot. "Hands, bitch."
I put my hands behind my back underneath me. He used one foot to push my face to the side against the bed while he slapped my face with the other foot. "What is it gonna take for you to remember to keep your hands behind your back, you stupid bitch?"
"I'm sorry, Chad."
He kicked me in the face again. "Shut the fuck up. Just lie there while I decide whether or not to use your throat again." Chad put both feet flat on my face again, pretty much covering my face so that I couldn't really see, and both my nose and mouth had his feet over them. He just lay there for a few minutes, his feet covering my face. I couldn't see what he was doing.
Eventually he sat up on the bed and then stood. "Not in the mood now. Get out, bitch."
I was disappointed but stood and left his apartment without another word. Then the very next morning, early, I was awoken by the sound of a text message. It was from Chad and said, simply, "Morning wood."
I didn't waste any time in getting downstairs. When Chad opened the door, he was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, his stiff dick tenting in them. It was the first time I had ever seen his chest, and it was absolutely perfect. His chest was totally smooth, save for a trail of light hair leading from the center of his flat stomach to his crotch. His pecs were rock solid, not too round or mounded, with big juicy nipples. I could fully see the broad muscles of his shoulders, his upper arms, the way his torso narrowed into his trim waist. Without a doubt, it was the sexiest upper body I had ever been this close to. Involuntarily, I gasped when I saw his athletic perfection and said "oh god" under my breath.
Chad laughed at my reaction. "What a fucking faggot," he said, as he pulled me into the apartment. He clamped a big hand on my shoulder, pulled me in as he shut the door, and then pushed my body down. "On your knees."
I fell to the floor just inside the door, and scrambled to get up on my knees. I looked up at Chad. A man's chest and torso is definitely my favorite body part, and a really toned, well-built upper body like the one looming over me at that moment gets me hot and bothered like nothing else. I was so overcome by the sight of that magnificent body that I forgot myself for a moment, and leaned forward and rubbed my face against Chad's hard, flat stomach while I reached up to caress his pecs.
"What the fuck," Chad said, confused more than angry, and then grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands off his chest. "What the hell makes you think you can touch me?"
"I'm sorry, I just saw your perfect chest and I had to touch it." I looked up at him, glaring down at me.
"Oh, you HAD to touch it, huh? Bitch, you take a lot of liberties. It's bad enough that you didn't put your hands behind your back where they belong, but you use them to pleasure yourself?" He released my hands and I immediately put them behind my back. He pulled his hard dick out of his shorts and banged it against my face. "Have you forgotten that you are here to pleasure me, not the other way around?"
Again he slapped my face with his cock. On my knees, with my hands behind my back, and him dick-slapping my face while I looked up at his incredible body towering over me, I was in heaven. I moaned, involuntarily, as his dick banged against my face.
"You are enjoying this way too much, pussy," Chad said, looking down at me while he smacked my face with his cock. "Close your eyes."
"Oh, please, Chad, let me keep them open."
He leaned forward, hocked up a big gob of spit and let loose. It hit me across my nose and cheeks. "NOW, bitch." I took one long look at his chest again, too long for Chad apparently, because just as I closed my eyes he spit in my face again.
"That's what you're gonna get when you don't do what you're told, bitch. I just wanted a quick blow to relieve my morning hard-on, and you come down here and starting taking for yourself, as if you've forgotten the nature of our arrangement." The head of his dick was pressing into my nose as he spoke, and though I couldn't see I could tell he was jerking himself because his hand kept banging against my chin. "Perhaps if you weren't such a greedy little slut I might have let you touch my chest, if you'd asked politely with the appropriate demeanor."
"I'm sorry, Chad, I just couldn't help--"
Another big gob of spit landed in my face. "Shut up. I don't want to listen to you whine, bitch. I need to get off, so I'm gonna fuck your face, and you better keep your eyes closed the whole time. You can just think about what you don't get to look at while you suck my cock."
He pushed the head of his dick into my mouth, but as I started to suck on it, he pulled it out. "Tell you what. I'm in a generous mood. Open your mouth." I complied. "If you can catch my spit in your cunt mouth, I'll let you open your eyes and even touch my chest while you blow me." I waited, mouth open, eyes closed. Heard the sound of him hocking up some spit, and then felt it on my chin and neck.
"Missed," he said and laughed. "You lose." He smacked me in the face with his cock. "Aw, what the hell...I'll let you go for two out of three," and again he spat in my face. This time I felt his spit land in my mouth, and across my cheek. Chad laughed. "Hey, got partway in, I'll give you that one. Okay, last try," and then he let loose with a big one, which I felt land on my forehead and in my hair. It was big enough that the feeling of it hitting my face and hair (when I couldn't see it coming) made me jerk my head back. "Ha ha, not even close that time. Oh well, bitch, no treat for you." And I felt his two hands grab my hair as his cock pushed into my open mouth.
He must have been jerking the whole time, because his cock was rock-hard and ready to fuck. He held my head tightly in place as he pounded my face. "Suck my cock, bitch." His cock pushed into my throat, he held it down for a second, pulling me by the hair, then released, pulled back until the head of his cock was just inside my mouth, and then thrust forward again, hard. I knelt there, taking it, trying not to gag. He didn't last too long, and after a few minutes, I felt his cock leave my mouth, heard the sound of him jerking. "I'm gonna cum all over your face, faggot." The first shots hit my nose and eyes. "Oh, yeah, cocksucker, take that cum on your fag face." He poured a big load, six or seven shots, all over my face. I kept my eyes closed the entire time.
"Alright, bitch, get out." I heard the sound of the door being opened, and Chad grabbed me by the collar and started to pull me toward the door. I made a move to stand, but he pushed down on my back to keep me on my knees, and I kind of crawled over the threshold.
"You can open your eyes now," he said. There I was, on my hands and knees in the hallway, his cum and spit all over my face. Chad stood in his doorway, completely naked, his still half-hard cock swinging between his legs, his chest looking perfect. He reached up with one hand and rubbed his pecs and his nipples while I watched. Smiled a wicked smile, and closed the door laughing at me.
Luckily it was still very early, so I could make my way back to my apartment without anyone seeing what a mess I was. One might wonder why I didn't clean myself up first but I didn't for two reasons. I used the stairs to travel the three floors up to my apartment, and no one ever uses the stairs in my building, so there wasn't too great a risk of being seen. And number two, I wanted to still have Chad's cum all over my face when I jerked off.
I got back to my apartment, pulled off my clothes, laid down on my bed, and grabbed my hard, leaking cock. I slowly jerked myself, eyes closed, picturing Chad's incredible chest in front of me, remembering the sound of his voice telling me "suck my cock, bitch," and rubbing his cum all over my face. I tried to make it last, but I was so worked up after that incredible session of him dominating and face-fucking me. In just a minute or so I shot a great big load that hit me in my pecs. I scooped up a little bit of my cum and mixed it with his. Heaven.
On each of the next three days, I sucked Chad off at his command. He texted me, I went to his apartment, and I blew him. He seemed to be settling into a standard method of getting serviced--me kneeling on the floor with my hands behind my back, me sucking and licking his cock and balls, him grabbing my head and fucking my face, and finally Chad shooting his load in my mouth. He kept his clothes on, and called me names like bitch and cocksucker while he ordered me around, but that was the extent of it for those next few times.
Chad had definitely tapped into a submissive side of me that I had vaguely understood before, but never really explored. I had always been attracted to dominant guys, and my fantasies frequently involved me servicing a cocky, demanding stud who used me as he wanted. But in my real life that never actually happened. Even the few times I could get a guy to act dominant with me, he would always revert back to a regular guy. Everybody always wanted to suck my cock (as it happens, I have a big, thick, nicely-shaped cock). If your fantasy is to be used by a dominant stud, it kind of falls apart if he insists on sucking you off after you blow him.
But with Chad it was genuinely different. He clearly had no interest whatsoever in me other than as a tool for him to get pleasure. And when he would tell me "suck my cock, bitch" he wasn't playing a role, he really meant it, really thought of me as his bitch. Now I was finding that my own fantasy thoughts were always returning to the sound of his voice ordering me around and calling me names, him rubbing his feet all over my face, him dominating me. Somehow, his arrogant attitude was just making me want him more. Of course, the fact that he had an incredible body and was super handsome didn't hurt the cause.
Several days went by before I saw Chad again. I was riding down in the elevator, when it stopped on 9, his floor. The doors opened and there he was, dressed for the gym in sneakers, shorts, and a loose sleeveless T. He looked crazy delicious. Chad smiled when he saw me. "Hey, cocksucker," he said and stepped into the elevator.
"Hi, Chad," I said.
The elevator started down. Chad was fidgeting with his phone, ignoring me. I was staring at his beautiful bicep, admiring its smooth hardness, the perfect line of his muscled arm. I greedily checked out the just visible edge of his chest through the gap in the side of his sleeveless T-shirt, where I could just make out the curve of that fantastic pec muscle.
He looked over at me, caught me staring. "Don't stare at my body without my permission, bitch."
"Sorry," I said and looked away.
"You wanna apologize? Get on your knees and kiss my feet. That's how you apologize."
I looked at the elevator panel. We were already on the fifth floor, and I didn't want to be on my knees when the doors opened in the lobby. But I didn't want to disobey Chad either, so I quickly dropped to my knees and leaned over to kiss his foot. I kissed the top of his left foot (the closer one) at the point where it was exposed at the top of his sneakers, but when I leaned over further to kiss the right foot he pulled it back and behind him. I had to pull my head back and put it behind Chad's left leg to reach his right foot, as seconds slipped away. Just as I kissed it I heard the ding of the elevator bell.
We had reached the lobby. I frantically moved to pull my head back, but Chad moved his left leg back, colliding with my face and costing me a precious second. By now the door was open, and Chad was laughing as I scrambled to get off my knees. There was a guy standing there waiting to board, a little older than us, probably mid 30s, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He was good-looking with a nice build. I had seen him a few times in the building. He looked at us strangely, and I wasn't sure if he could tell what was going on. Maybe it just looked like I had been picking up something I'd dropped.
Chad kept laughing at me. He and I left the elevator, the guy looking at us with a quizzical expression as he boarded. In the lobby, Chad said to me, "Better be careful, cocksucker, unless you want the whole building to know you're my bitch." Then he laughed again and exited the building. I waited a second, so that I could adjust my hardening dick in my jeans and it wouldn't be so obvious when I went outside.
I got a call from Chad about 2 hours later. "Hey, bitch," he said when I picked up the phone.
"Hello, Chad."
"I just got back from the gym. Get over here and blow me."
"Oh, sorry, Chad, I'm across town now. I can't get there for like a half-hour."
"I'll give you fifteen minutes."
"But, Chad, there's no--"
"Haven't you learned that I don't like hearing you whine, bitch. Don't be late. Or. Else."
He hung up. There was no way I was going to get back to the apartment that fast, but I finished up what I was doing and ran to the subway. By the time I got to the apartment, it was at least 20 minutes later.
Chad slowly opened the door when I knocked. He held out his cell phone in front of my face. "Twenty-four minutes, cocksucker. That's nine minutes late."
"I told you I was too far away, Chad, it's not fair, I couldn't get here that fast."
Chad reached out and placed his hand around the back of my neck, pulled me into his apartment and then pushed me into the living room. "Get on the floor." I knelt down and then he pushed me down by the neck, and I fell over all the way onto the floor. Chad moved forward and stood with his sock-covered feet on either side of my face. He took his foot and pressed it down hard against my face, pushed my face sideways into the carpet.
"Listen up, faggot. You are a decent cocksucker, and you do an okay job blowing me. Not great, but acceptable. But you need to understand that I don't want to hear you whine all the time. I don't fucking care what you think about ANYTHING. So when I tell you that you are nine minutes late, I am not asking you a question. I am stating a fact. There is nothing you need to say in return, especially not whining about how unfair it all is." He kept his foot planted firmly on my face the entire time. "Do you understand that, faggot?"
"Yes," I mumbled into his foot.
"Good."
Chad pulled his foot off my face and went over and sat on the couch. His hair was wet and we was wearing a tight T-shirt and basketball shorts. He had apparently just showered after his workout. He looked unbelievably sexy.
He stretched out with his feet up on the coffee table, picked up a beer that had been resting there and took a swig. "If you had been on time, like I told you to be, I would have had just enough time for a quick blow. But now Sportscenter is starting in two minutes, and I want to watch it. So now I will have to wait an entire hour for satisfaction because of you, bitch."
I started to say I was sorry, but stopped myself.
"As for you, you will spend that hour with your faggot face buried in my feet. Now crawl over here and try to make yourself useful for a change."
I crawled over to the edge of the coffee table, where Chad's big feet were resting. He was wearing white gym socks, and I assumed he wanted me to lick his bare feet like usual, so I reached up and started to pull off his left sock. Chad kicked me in the face, startling me.
"Are you fucking kidding me, fag boy? Do you really not remember my explicit instructions, that your hands are to remain behind your back at all times unless I tell you otherwise? You really don't know that?"
I looked at him, unsure whether to answer and be accused of whining again. "I thought you wanted me to worship your feet, and I thought you liked your feet licked, so I thought I had to take off your socks."
"If I want you to remove my socks, I will order you to do that. Which doesn't involve your hands moving from behind your back, by the way. Just rub your stupid face against my feet for a while."
"Okay, Chad, I'm sorry that I--" he kicked me in the face again, silencing me.
"Shut up. It's starting," Chad said. He looked over my head at the TV, ignoring me. I leaned my face into his feet, rubbing myself against the bottom of his sock-clad feet. It seemed strange that he would want me to just rub my face against his feet for an entire hour, but I wasn't about to second guess him. And besides, I love his feet, even if covered by socks, so I was perfectly happy to do just that.
They were showing clips from various games during the show (I couldn't watch it, of course, because my face was buried in a jock's feet, but I could hear it). When something exciting would happen on screen, Chad would jump a little, his feet smashing into my nose or forehead. He didn't seem to notice.
At the first commercial, he told me to remove one of his socks. "And keep your hands where they are," he added. Still with my hands behind my back, I reached for a sock with my mouth. I had partially pulled one of them off before with my hands, so it was easy to grab it in my teeth and pull. It came off pretty easily. I looked at Chad for instructions, his sock hanging out of my mouth. He burst out laughing. "What a little pussy," he said. "You can drop the sock and get to worshipping that foot with your tongue now, bitch."
And so I did. I licked all over his foot, from the sole to across his toes, licking it up and down and everywhere. After a while Chad said to me, "Take the other sock off now, bitch." I moved my face over and tried to grab his sock with my teeth. It was tough to get a good enough grip that I could yank it off. Chad started laughing watching me struggle. He slapped my cheek with his foot. "Better hurry. I want it off before this commercial break is over." I again grabbed a hold of it with my teeth and pulled it a little way off. This gave me more material to grab onto, so I took a bigger bite and pulled back with my head again. Then the show started and Chad suddenly shouted, "Time's up!" He jumped up off the couch, slid the coffee table to one side and walked over to me. "Once again you failed to obey my instructions in the time allotted." He was standing right in front of me on my knees, and so his bulging crotch in his shiny basketball shorts was right in front of my face. I couldn't help but look at it and think about that dick just behind that thin layer of material.
He reached down and grabbed my chin, pointed my face up towards his. "No, you're not getting any of that right now, faggot. I realize that you're such a cocksucking slut that you are physically incapable of NOT staring at my cock, but I already told you that you were spending this hour with your face on my feet." He reached down and pulled off the sock that I didn't get off in time. "Since you failed to get my sock off with your mouth like I told you to, I'm gonna help your mouth get better acquainted with my sock for next time." He held the sock up in front of my face. "Open." I opened my mouth, and Chad stuffed the sock in, completely filling my mouth.
Chad sat back down on the couch, stretched his legs on the floor. "Lie down on your back so that I can use your fag face as my footrest." I got down on the floor with my head next to his feet, and Chad plopped them both down on top of my face. "You're just gonna be my foot rest until this is over. Don't make any sound, don't you DARE let that sock out of your mouth, and if you can manage this exceedingly simple task without fucking up I'll give you a nice big load of cum to wear home."
And that's what I did. Lay on the floor, a sock filling my mouth, while Chad's feet rested on my face. A few times he would rub them all over my face, or smack me with them, or press his foot tight against my nose making it hard to breathe. Eventually the show ended, and Chad told me to get up on my knees. He stood in front of me, pulled the sock out of my mouth, rubbed it all over my face, and then threw it on the floor. Then he pulled out his hard cock from his shorts. When I leaned in to lick it, he pushed my head away.
"No cock for you today. Since you squandered the time I gave you to worship my feet, you're just gonna lick my feet now while I rub one out." He pushed my head down toward his feet. I started licking his feet all over, and though I could hear Chad jerking his cock above me I couldn't see that beautiful specimen of manhood because I was bent all the way over with my face in his feet.
I licked both feet like crazy while he jerked, saying to me, "if you weren't so inept, bitch, you could be sucking this big dick right now, instead of doing your foot fag duty. Think about that the next time I tell you to do something. Maybe you can actually just do it right instead."
Then I felt his hand on my head, and he grabbed a thick fistful of hair and pulled my head up. He pointed his cock right at my face, and let loose. Big gobs of cum shot out of that cock, hitting me in my cheeks, on my lips, across my nose, in my hair. It was a great big load sprayed all over my face. When he was finished, he pulled my head to the side and rubbed his cock in my hair to clean off the excess cum.
Then he threw himself back down on the couch and looked over at the TV. "Dismissed, bitch."