Local Service

Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com

Part 5

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A couple of weeks went by when I sucked off Chad almost every day. He would usually text me and I would go down to his apartment. Sometimes in the morning to relieve his morning wood but usually in the evening after work. Some days he was pretty laid back and I gave him a pretty vanilla blow job. Other days he was full of hostility, and I became his outlet to release it. He would push me to the floor, rub his feet all over my face, slap me in the face with his cock while laughing at me and calling me names, and spit in my face if I did anything wrong (which sometimes seemed to consist of not being able to read his mind.)

Typical encounter - type 1: An early Sunday morning text that reads "ready 4 blow job." When I arrive, he answers the door wearing only a pair of boxer briefs with a slight tent in the crotch.

He spins on his heel and walks over to the couch. I admire the smooth muscles of his back as he walks over, and immediately drop to my knees so that I can crawl over to the couch. (By this point, I have been made to understand I should hit my knees as soon as I enter his apartment. That leaves crawling as the only way to move around.)

He throws himself down on the couch, spreads his legs wide, and says "suck it."

I start by rubbing my face across his crotch, feeling the spongy hardness of his fantastic cock under the fabric. When he is fully hard, he grabs my hair and pulls my head up for a moment so that he can pull down his underwear and hook it under his balls. Then I am back to heads-down, his cock entering my mouth for the first time. This instantly makes my own cock, permanently tucked away in my jeans, jump.

Chad just lets me suck him in and out, his head resting back on the couch, his arms thrown over his head. This gives me a perfect view of his phenomenal chest and arm muscles. Normally I am denied this pleasure but today he lets me drink in the sight of him while I suck his cock. After a few minutes, he puts both hands on the back of my neck and holds me firm while he slams his ass up and down on the couch, pushing his cock deep into my mouth. He face fucks me for what must be at least a good solid minute, never letting me off his cock for even a second, and then resumes his relaxed position. I keep bobbing my head up and down, until a few minutes later I feel his dick explode in my mouth, and I drink down his delicious cum. He lets me rest my face against his thigh, nestled in his crotch, while he comes down from his orgasm. Then he stands up, says, "Thanks for the blow job. See ya." and walks out of the room toward his bathroom. I let myself out.

Typical encounter - type 2: It's about 7:00 on a Thursday night. My phone buzzes, and the text reads, "now, faggot." I'm about to change from my work clothes into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, so I finish doing that and throw a comb through my hair. There's another text: "NOW!" Uh oh.

when I arrive at Chad's apartment, he makes me wait in the hall knocking for a long time. When he pulls the door open, he is wearing a tight T-shirt that hugs his pecs, a pair of nylon running shorts, and white gym socks. "What the fuck took so long, faggot?" he practically shouts at me, and grabs me by the collar and yanks me into the room. As he shuts the door behind him he grabs my shoulder and roughly pushes me down onto my knees. Before I can really get my balance Chad pushes against my back and I fall all the way over onto the floor on my stomach. He's immediately at my head, and slides his foot under my face, while he places his other foot on my neck and pushes hard, driving my face into his sock-covered foot.

"You gonna keep me waiting all night, you stupid bitch?" I just lie there, my mouth pressed against his foot. Then Chad pulls his legs out and crouches down, straddling me, one knee against my back. One knee is against the floor near my face, and the other foot is flat on the floor. I see him reach down and pull off his sock. He dangles it in front of my face, and then puts his arm around my neck to pull my head up and hold it tight. He pushes the sock into my face, saying, "Open wide, faggot," and stuffs his sock into my mouth.

Once my mouth is filled, Chad rolls me around so that I am on my back and he sits on my chest. "Why didn't you come after the first text, cocksucker?"

I just look up at him, unable to answer. He is scowling. "Answer me, bitch," he says and then leans over and spits in my face.

I just look at him, confused, not knowing what to do. He is shaking his head, and then hocks up a big one and spits it all over my forehead and nose.

I try to say that I was getting dressed but of course it just comes out as mumbled garbage. "I can't understand you when you talk with a sock in your mouth, you idiot" Chad says and, again, spits a big one into my face. I am at a loss for what to do. Chad just keeps shaking his head and scowling at me. And then he starts spitting in my face repeatedly. "I want you to answer me," he says, as he lands one on my forehead and my hair. I can feel his spit rolling down the side of my face.

I start working my tongue to push the sock out of my mouth. It doesn't go easily, and the whole time Chad is spitting on me, but eventually I am able to push it out of my mouth and it falls to the floor. By this point, my face is slick with his spit. He has probably spit in my face twenty times. "I'm sorry, Chad," I say, "I was getting dressed."

He grabs my chin and leans in close to me. "I don't fucking care why, faggot. Don't be late." And then lets loose a huge gob of spit all over my face. Chad reaches down and pulls off his other sock, which he then uses to wipe my face dry. Then he pulls my mouth open and inserts the sock soaked with his spit. Once it is fully in my mouth, he lightly slaps my puffed out cheeks a couple of times and then pulls his cock out of his running shorts.

Chad bangs his dick against my face something like thirty or forty times. He's jerking it in between slapping me with it, and muttering about what a stupid cocksucker I am. "Maybe you don't want to be my cocksucker anymore, is that it?" he says, and I vigorously shake my head no. "Then fucking get here when I text you, bitch, or I'll find somebody else to be my pussyboy." Then he rubs his cock across my face and says, "You like that cock, faggot?" I moan a yes. "Do you LOVE it, fag boy?" Again I moan. "You want this cock in your mouth?" I nod and moan. "Too bad, bitch," he says and slaps me with it. Then he jerks it hard and shoots a big load all over my face. It's clear from the way he lifts his body first and aims his cock right at my face that he's trying to make sure all his cum ends up on my face. And it does, a big load on my forehead, nose, cheeks, mouth, even a little in my eye.

Chad places his cock against my face, with the tip pointing right at my nose and squeezes out the last couple of drops. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back a little so that those drops of cum slowly dribble right into my nostril. The smell is overwhelmingly intoxicating. My own cock is bursting.

Chad reaches down and picks up the other sock from the floor. He throws it in my face. "Bring them back, freshly laundered, tomorrow. Now get the fuck out, faggot."

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So those were the two sides of Chad. And I never knew which Chad would be waiting for me on the other side of the door when I was summoned. In truth, I liked it either way.

One early Saturday afternoon my phone buzzed. Since Chad had pretty much taken to texting me instead of calling, my body became somewhat conditioned to the sound, and when I heard the sound of an incoming text my cock would involuntarily move a little. I picked it up, hoping Chad was the source, and sure enough, the text read, "Afternoon blow job." Yay!

I was at Chad's door a moment later. He was looking like his usual gorgeous, muscular self. A loose faded blue T-shirt, a pair of low-slung jeans, barefoot. I walked into the apartment, following him as he moved from the small entryway into the living room. After a few steps he turned around and gave me a look like what the fuck?

Immediately I dropped to my knees. He took a step back to where I was, pointed at his foot. "Lick," he said.

I leaned over and licked the top of his foot. Then he took a step backwards further into the room. I knelt there looking at him. "Lick," he said again, a little more insistently. His foot was too far from where I was kneeling so I had to get fully down on my hands and knees to reach it, and started licking again. After several long licks, he took another step back. I looked up at him, he was smirking. "Jesus Christ, bitch! Lick it!" I crawled forward a tiny bit and licked his foot again. Another step back, and I crawled with him to keep licking. "Sheesh, finally figured it out, huh? Why does my cocksucker have to be so stupid?"

And so we crossed the room, him walking slowly, one step at a time, and me crawling after him licking his feet the whole way. When he arrived at the couch, he threw his body down and said, "Is there anything you won't do, for the merest possibility of being able to suck my cock?" He sat sort of diagonally on the couch so that his feet were just hanging off the edge of the cushion. "I'm gonna watch a little TV now."

He flicked on the TV and settled in to watch. I went back to licking his feet. At this angle I had good access to all the parts of his feet, and proceeded to lick them all over, suck on his toes, rub his feet against my face. He really had beautiful feet.

Several minutes into the program, he paused the TV. "What's interesting is that I didn't tell you to do anything. You just naturally began to worship my feet. Maybe you're not hopeless after all."

A while later, Chad pulled his feet back and repositioned himself. "This angle's no good, it's hurting my neck." He sat in the center of the couch, his legs in the air. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed at the spot under his legs. I crawled up and he dropped both feet down onto my back.

And so I became the foot rest. He kept jostling his feet. It was surprisingly tiring, staying on my hands and knees with his legs on my back. To break up the tedium he would occasionally stick one foot into my face for licking and sucking, or gently kick me in the face, teasing me as I tried to lick his foot and he pulled it away. Or he could cross and uncross his legs, each time bring the weight of his feet down hard on my back.

He clicked off the TV finally and said, "Okay, fag, time to blow me." I moved up and began to suck his cock, which he had pulled out at some point while I was serving as his foot rest.

His phone was on the couch next to him, and it buzzed and he began texting. He just ignored me sucking him for several minutes while he texted with someone, laughing from time to time. After a lull in the texting his phone rang. I pulled off him as he answered, but he grabbed my head and pushed me back down to continue. "I didn't say stop, cocksucker."

"Hello?" he said into the phone. I was looking into his eyes as he spoke on the phone. He had a kind of evil grin on his face, watching me suck him. "Yeah, please do, thanks." Then he threw the phone onto the couch, grabbed both sides of my head and pushed me down hard. I hadn't expected that, and wasn't ready and I choked and coughed a little. He let me up just to catch my breath, and then pushed me down hard again. A few hard, deep thrusts of his cock all the way down my throat, and then Chad placed both hands on the top of my head and mashed my face into his crotch, holding my head down tight as his cock unloaded in my throat. I swallowed it all down. Then he pulled me off and rubbed his cock in my hair.

I knelt there, breathing heavy, trying to regain composure. He just sat back with a self-satisfied grin on his face. In a minute or two there was a knock on the door. He took his semi-hard cock and slapped me in the face with it as he was standing up. "Don't move," he said and then stuffed his cock back into his pants and went to answer the door.

I could just see into the entryway from where I knelt, and in walked two hunky guys. They greeted Chad with that bro-hug thing, where you clasp hands, pull the other guy in, and quickly touch the his chest with your own while you give him a firm pat in the center of his back.

As they stepped in I could get a good look at them. The taller one had dirty blond hair, curly and wavy, with clear pinkish skin and deep green eyes. He was wearing a light gray Strokes T-shirt that clung tightly to a set of wide pecs and showed off what looked like some sizable nipples. He had on faded jeans and sandals. He word a leather necklace with a silver medallion in front, nestling in the small hollow at the base of his muscular neck. The other one was a beautiful Latin guy, kind of short, with close-cropped dark hair that peaked upwards in the front and a very handsome face. He wore a sleeveless athletic jersey, which hung loosely off his trim frame. But it showed off his amazing arms and shoulders. He had gorgeous biceps, big but not huge, perfectly toned, and nice, strong shoulders. He wore board shorts and flip-flops, so I got a good look at his well-muscled legs.

They greeted each other for a minute before starting to step into the apartment. I could hear that the Latin guy's name was Dave. As they started to walk in, the blond guy pointed at me and said, "who's that?"

I was kneeling by the couch on the other side of the room. I suddenly wondered if my face had any cum on it.

Chad looked at me and chuckled. "Oh, that's the cocksucker I told you about. He's like my own personal blow job service."

The dark-haired guy Dave said, "Are you serious? You weren't shitting us about that?" He and his friend stared at me intently.

"Oh, no, he's real all right. Just dumped a load down his throat."

"No shit?" said the blond guy. "What's his name?"

"Um," Chad paused for a second. "It's either....bitch or cocksucker, I forget." They all laughed. "Cocksucker, come over here," he said to me. I started to crawl over. "He answers to either one," Chad said to his friends.

My dick was getting extra hard.

"Why the fuck is he crawling?" Dave asked.

"I don't know, he just likes to always be on his knees, I guess. It's like his default position." When I arrived at Chad's feet, I settled back onto my knees and looked up at them. Being on my knees in front of three sexy, athletic studs was a frequent masturbatory fantasy.

"This is fucked up," said the blond guy. "Why does he act like that?"

"It's just natural for him, Justin," Chad said to the blond guy. "He's a natural born cocksucker. Bitch, tell them what you've done since you entered my apartment today."

"Um, " I said, looking up at the two hunky guys Justin and Dave. "Well I started off licking Chad's feet as he walked over to the couch. Then I worshipped his feet with my tongue and face, and served as his foot rest while he watched TV for a while. Then I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum."

Dave let out a low whistle. "Dude, what do you get out of it?"

Chad snorted and spoke before I could answer. "Oh, please, this little pussy loves every second of it." He looked down at me. "Bitch, open your jeans and pull down your shorts. Don't touch your dick."

I did as ordered. My fully hard cock jumped out of my underwear. "See?" Chad said. "He gets a raging boner just thinking about licking my feet and sucking my cock. When I cum on his face he moans like a bitch in heat."

Justin elbowed Dave and said, "whoa, he's got a pretty big dick." Dave nodded.

Chad kicked me in the leg. "Put it away." I buckled back up. "I never let him take that thing out. It serves no purpose. His real sex organ is right here," Chad said, grasping my chin and forcing his thumb into my mouth.

"Okay, guys," Chad said. "Listen, I was thinking of taking a quick shower before we head out. That okay with you?" They both nodded. "Hey, do you guys want him to blow you while I'm getting ready? He's a pretty good cocksucker, though maybe not as good as you're used to," Chad said and chuckled. "I don't know if you guys are into that kind of thing, but if you want..."

"I don't know," Justin said. "That's a little strange. And, besides, shouldn't we ask him?"

"Oh, no. He does what I tell him."

"What if he doesn't want to? I'm not into some kind of forced thing."

"Believe me, he would consider himself lucky if you let him suck your dick. Besides, he knows that if I ever tell him to do something he doesn't want to do, he can just stand up and walk out the door. Hey, cocksucker, demonstrate to my friends your willingness to suck their dicks."

For a fraction of a second I did think about walking out. All the talk about me being some kind of natural born submissive cocksucker distressed me a little. But I realized that was probably because I was really starting to see how true it was. If I walked out, then maybe I could deny it. But I was kneeling before two super hot studs, with great bodies, and I had never sucked off two guys at once before, though I had jerked off thinking about it hundreds and hundreds of times. I leaned over in front of them and kissed the top of each guy's feet. Then I looked up at them and said, "please let me suck your cock."

The blond guy Justin looked over at his friend, "Whaddya think, Dave? Do you wanna do it?"

Dave kind of shrugged. "Might be fun for us to get our cocks sucked together like that. We've never done that before." He put his arm around Justin's shoulder. "What the fuck, let's do it."

Justin smiled at him. "Okay, sure. Let's do it."

"Cool," Chad said. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to look up at him. "Do a good job, bitch." Then he pushed me down so that my head was at their feet and walked out.

They both had really nice feet. Since Dave was wearing flip-flops I could see pretty much his whole foot. It was not very big, but had a great shape with very trim nails, very clean. Justin's feet were mostly covered by his sandals, but I could see his toes and some of the top and side. I rubbed my face across the tops of Dave's feet, licking them all over. He had great feet, and I just wanted to bury my face in them, which I did. He lifted one foot out of his flip-flop so that he could step on my face with it, and I could give the bottom of his foot the licking it deserved. I kept worshipping those feet for a few minutes when I felt a hand grabbing under my shoulder and pulling me up.

Justin said, "You can suck us off now."

I looked up. They had both taken off their shirts and pulled out their dicks, which were pointing at me. "Fuck," I whispered, when I saw the sight of these two unbelievably hunky shirtless guys standing over me smiling, with their cocks dangling just above my face. I looked lustily at their bodies. Justin had a wide chest, with two big, quarter-sized nipples. His flat stomach was covered with light brown hair that led down into a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a good-sized cock. Dave's torso looked even more fantastic. His hard, muscular pecs were completely smooth, and he had a well-defined set of abs and smooth stomach, with a small, dark treasure trail. His cock looked bigger, but it also seemed like it was only partially hard, so I wondered how much bigger it could get. While he was not a tall guy, he was compact and muscular, and had a killer smile that made me want to commit myself to his pleasure until the end of time. Plus he had those great biceps, and I really wanted to feel the power of those arm muscles, preferably being used to push my head down hard onto his cock.

"Open your mouth," Dave ordered, and I pulled my head back and opened my mouth. "Stick out your tongue." They grabbed their cocks and starting hitting me in the face with them, each trying to bang his dick against my tongue. Dave slung his arm over Justin's shoulder and laughed. "Yea, this dude really wants our dicks all right," he said to Justin.

Dave started rubbing his cock back and forth against my tongue, the shaft of his dick sliding along my lips. While he did, Justin rubbed his cock along my forehead and slapped my face with it, continually hitting me in the eye with the head of his dick. I closed my eyes while he did. Then I felt someone's hand on the back of my head, and I was positioned so that Dave's cock could slide into my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. He tasted delicious. I slurped on the head while I slid my mouth back and forth on his cock, sucking in my cheeks. Justin's cock was rubbing along the outside of my face. The hand on my head kept pushing me down, and then after a bit it pulled me away and pointed me toward Justin's dick, which forced its way into my mouth hard and fast.

My head was released and so I just did my best to blow that stud. Dave said, "Jerk me while you suck his dick." I reached up and took Dave's fantastic spongy hard cock in my hand. I was jerking on his dick and he kept thrusting his hips forward, so that his dick would keep banging into my face or slide into Justin's as it moved in and out of my mouth. I was totally immersed in blowing one stud and jerking the other.

When I first heard the sound, I thought I must have been imagining it, but it persisted and got louder. I wasn't completely sure that I was hearing what I thought I was hearing at first. My eyes were closed, because I was so lost in sucking them. But I needed to see if what I thought I was hearing was really happening. I opened my eyes and looked up.

Justin and Dave were kissing passionately. Justin was cradling Dave's head in his hands, and Dave had one palm flat against Justin's sturdy chest, while they noisily sucked face, tongues entwined. I was so blown away by what I saw that I pulled back to stare at them. Two of the best looking guys I had ever been this close to were standing over me, naked from the waist up, making out like crazy. It was almost enough to make me cum on the spot.

They pulled away and looked down at me. "Ha, look who's enjoying the show," Justin said.

"Okay, that's enough," Dave said. "Get back to sucking our cocks." He pushed my head down and opened my mouth with his fingers. I felt him roughly push his fingers into my mouth, prying apart my lips so that he could stuff his cock in. "You just concentrate on being our cocksucker, got it?"

And I did. I was crazy horny at this point. I had been in service to three muscle studs for well over an hour at this point, and pretty much the entire time my own cock was leaking precum and desperate for relief. I sucked Dave's cock like my life depended on it. Justin said, "Put both our dicks in your mouth." I turned towards his cock. They were both fully hard, dripping with precum and my saliva. I grabbed both dicks and pointed them at my mouth, opened as wide as I could and tried to take them both in. I looked up as I did, and they were peering down at me, grinning. "He is fucking desperate, isn't he?" Justin said, and Dave nodded.

"Yeah, this dude's a serious cockslut." I licked the heads of the two cocks, just managing to get both tips in my mouth simultaneously. I jerked them both while I did. "Keep that up, bitch. See if you can make us cum together," Dave said.

They went back to kissing each other. I kept jerking them and sucking them. I would take one cock all the way in my mouth and deep throat it, really forcing my face against the guy's crotch while I rubbed the other one to keep it happy. Back and forth, switching off. They were murmuring to one another, I couldn't quite hear what they were saying, as they made out. I was sucking on Dave's beauty and jerking Justin when I felt his hand on mine, indicating I should stop. I just held onto his cock gently while Dave started thrusting furiously, banging that hard trim waist against my forehead and pounding his cock all the way down my throat. He placed his hand on the top of my head so that he could steady me and keep me from falling backwards as he slammed his cock into my mouth over and over.

Then Dave pulled all the way out of my mouth and grabbed my wrist to put my cock in it. Justin started sliding his cock inside my hand, and so I began jerking them both off. Dave grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so that I was looking up at the ceiling. They moved in closer, which put their cocks right over my face. They had stopped kissing and I could tell they were both really close. Their pecs were rubbing against each other at the spot where their bodies met. Dave was staring down at me, his tongue poking out one side of his mouth, Justin was staring into his beautiful face, breathing heavy.

"You ready?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm ready."

They locked lips again while I beat them off. Justin shot first, as I saw him break the kiss and roll his forehead into Dave's, moaning. His cum shot across my face, landing in a long thread across my nose and cheek. Then two more shots, plus some that dripped down onto my shirt. A split second later Dave's cock spit out a tiny drop that just kind of slid out of his piss slit, but then that was followed by a big, thick gob that limped onto my lips. And then that was followed by a ferocious shot that rocketed out of his dick and onto my forehead and into my hair. I could really feel it landing on me. If my face hadn't been there, that thing would have shot across the fucking room. And then he did it again, another shot that hit my forehead, where it pooled before dripping across my eyebrows. I kept jerking them both until they were done.

They were coming down from their orgasms, rubbing their heads together, staring into each other's eyes, kissing playfully. "Did you like that?" Dave asked.

Justin nodded and smiled. "I liked kissing you and getting sucked at the same time."

"Yeah, me too." They were lost in each other, in a kind of dazed afterglow. I just knelt there in awe of them, while their cum collected on my face, their cocks resting against my lips. I watched them kiss each other gently.

Finally they looked down at me, and both started to laugh. "Whoa, you are totally covered in jizz," Justin said.

"Clean off our dicks and put them away," said Dave. I started with Justin (so that I could keep Dave's incredible cock out for as long as possible). I pulled it into my mouth, sucked out the last bit of jizz, licked it all around to make sure it had no cum on it. Justin pulled up his jeans, and tucked his cock in his underwear and stepped back.

Then I turned over to Dave. His cock was glistening, there was a pearl of cum on its tip, which I licked off. I went to take his cock into my mouth, but he grabbed me by the chin and turned my head away, then dried his cock in my hair instead. He released my head but didn't pull up his shorts immediately, so with his cock swinging there I went to grab it, but he pushed my hand away. "Nah, I'm done with you," he said and then pulled up his shorts.

"So, what'd you guys think?" Chad's voice came from the doorway. I wondered how long he'd been standing there. Dave and Justin were putting their shirts back on.

"Pretty good, man, pretty good," Dave said.

"Yeah, thanks, Chad," said Justin.

"Glad you liked it. Bitch, you got something to say?"

I didn't think Chad was really asking my opinion, so I gave the answer I'm pretty sure he expected. I looked up at Justin and Dave and said, "Thank you for letting me blow you." As I spoke some cum dripped into my mouth.

Justin laughed and said, "No prob, man," but Dave just kind of smirked and shook his head.

Chad said, "You wanna have a beer before we go?"

"Sure."

"What about him?" Justin asked, pointing at me.

Chad looked over at me. I could feel that I had a lot of cum on my face. Dave, in particular, had cum a lot, and most of their cum had landed on my face. I could feel some dripping down my neck and along my ear from where it had landed in my hair.

"Unless you guys wanna go another round," he said, pausing, but they both shook their heads, "then this cocksucker will leave so we can hang out." Chad shoved my shoulder with his knee. "Dismissed, bitch. Get the fuck out." I could hear all three of them laughing as I left the apartment.

The next day, after I'd given Chad his morning blow job, and he was staring at the TV glassy-eyed while his dick softened, I asked him what was the deal with Justin and Dave.

"Whaddya mean, the deal?"

"Um, like they were making out that whole time yesterday."

"Yeah, they're really into each other."

"What do you mean?" I asked "Are they a couple?"

"Yeah, that's right," Chad said. He stared down at me and frowned. "You look confused. Yeah, they're gay dudes. They're also two of my best friends. What's the problem?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm a little surprised. Are...are....you gay?" I stammered.

"No, cocksucker, I'm straight. I just don't have any hangups about gay dudes."

I must have still looked confused because Chad then said, "Look, believe me when I tell you that I'm straight. It is a lot of fun to dominate a little pussy like you, I do get off on that. But if you are starting to think that maybe I'm really gay and just starting to explore and one day I'll want to kiss you or touch your dick or do anything other than abuse you to get myself off, you are very wrong. And you should just get up and walk out, cuz that's never gonna happen."

"But how can you be friends with them, and treat me the way you do?"

"Well, there's a big difference. They are totally normal guys, who are gay. But you," Chad said, reaching down and grabbing my face, "are not a regular guy, are you? You're a pussyboy bitch, whose entire purpose in life is to service real men, like me, and Justin, and Dave. Right? Isn't that right?" I didn't answer him. "Come on," Chad said. "Be honest. When you saw them, what was your first thought?"

I paused before answering, not sure if I should tell him. He was staring at me with those mesmerizing eyes. "You can tell me, it's okay."

Finally I said, "I wanted to lick Dave's biceps, and then feel him use his arms to hold my head down and fuck my face."

Chad smiled. "See? That's my point. Your instinctive reaction is to be dominated. It doesn't even occur to you to want them to suck your dick, and these are gay guys, who actually do suck dick! That's what makes you a bitch faggot. The whole point of your existence is for other guys to use you to release their natural aggression and dominance, and to get their rocks off. You have that big cock," Chad said, kicking me in the crotch, "for no reason. It might as well not even be there."

I looked down, taking in everything Chad was telling me. It really was true. I hadn't even thought about touching my own cock the entire time I was blowing Justin and Dave.

"When I call you names, or make you lick the bottom of my feet, or rub my balls all over your face, you love it, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"I know you do, faggot. It's written all over your face." He lifted his leg and placed his foot against the side of my face. "And now that I am done using that bitch face for today, you can get the fuck out." He pushed hard against my face with his foot, and I fell backwards onto the floor. Chad walked out without giving me another glance.