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Tales of a Dedicated Jack of Spades - Part 8
#36085
I slept like a baby. Better then I had in years. I felt like my life had purpose again.
The only change to my morning routine was a deeper concentration to my grooming. A full body shave took time and effort, but was now required. A morning douche and a lubed hole and I was ready to go in to work. I had three big cases that I was working on currently and with everything else going on new in my life I wanted to make sure I was able to keep everything else in balance. So a quick protein shake as it was the only thing left in my kitchen and off I went.
It was during my regular quick stop at my local Starbucks for a Double Shot Full Fat Latte that I was met with my first conundrum of the day. The young man working the counter could not have been more than 17 or 18, a beautiful new hire, caramel skinned, tall, lean, and when he turned around to make the coffees his ass all but jumped out and screamed `EAT ME'. I must admit that I had quietly lusted after the young man since he started working there 2 months ago.
But this morning I would have to address him as Sir even though his nametag was in full view. I always called him by his name and he always called me Mr. Watson, because I was known in the neighbourhood. But this morning everything changed.
As I approached the counter I was met withÉ
"Hey Mr. WatsonÉyou want your usual?" and a great big smile.
I took a deep breath and quietly utteredÉ
"Yes Sir, that would be fine, Sir"
And he just stared at me.
"Pardon me Mr. Watson? I couldn't hear you."
A little more loudly I answeredÉ
"I said, `Yes Sir, that would be fine Sir'. My regular SirÉwould be fine"
And I could not make myself look him in the eyes.
He quickly made my coffee, I paid for it and gave him an exorbitant tip, and then I left the shop and hailed a cab as quickly as I could manage.
When I got seated in the vehicle I noticed that my face felt flushed, but my dick was hard as a rock.
`Well that's the last time I go to that Starbucks' I think to myself.
"Where to Mister?"
"Oh yeah sorryÉ" and I rattled off my office address, which was a pretty well known address in the downtown coreÉbefore I noticed my driver was a black man so I quickly added a É"Please Sir."
To which he respondedÉ
"Not a problem boy." This man was in the know.
"So you one of them big high mucky muck lawyers that work in that building?"
"Yes Sir, I guess you could call me thatÉif you wanted to."
"And what else could I call you boyÉif I wanted to I mean.?"
"You could call me anything you wanted to call me Sir."
"I thought you might be one of those high and mighty powerful lawyer types from downtown who were really just white boys looking to be owned the rest of the time."
"Yes, Sir, you got that right Sir." How the fuck did he know. Was it written on my face?
"So what are you drinking back there?" I had forgotten I was holding on to my Starbuck's.
"Oh, it's my usualÉDouble Shot Full Fat Latte."
"Sounds delicious." My cabbie said while glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
It took me a minute but I finally caught up.
"Oh I'm sorry Sir, would you like my coffee?"
"No, boy, I'd like my coffee."
"Yes, Sir." I responded as I passed him the cup.
Then we drove on in silence as I contemplated how my new life had changed already and it had barely begun. In less than half an hour I had been respectful and of service to two different Black Superiors when in the past both of these opportunities would have passed me by unnoticed.
I was ashamed of myself.
"Well here you are boy." My cabbie brought me out of my reverie as we pulled up to our destination.
I passed him a company voucher from my firm, as we had an account with this taxi company.
"Just give that to your dispatcher and they'll charge the firm, Sir."
"And who should I tell them I drove? I don't think `white boy' will be enough info for my boss."
I reached my hand forward to shake his hand by way of introduction.
"Hello Sir, I'm the Watson of "Stornberger, Thompson, Watson and Associates" that you see on the top of the building."
And his face blanched.
So I felt the need to assure himÉ"No, no, Sir, you were and are absolutely correct in your assessment of me when I got in your cab this morning. It was very astute of you. And it has been very nice to meet you Sir, this morning. Might I be so bold as to ask for your name Sir, so I can pass on some good feedback to your bosses?"
"My name's Jyreese Hunter boy."
"Again, nice to meet you Sir." I offered him my best smile as I deferred from looking him directly in his eyes.
Our doorman Geoffrey stepped forward to open my door at that point and I got out of the cab and started in to work.
"Hey Geoff. How are things going today?" Thank God Geoffrey was white so I didn't have to figure out how to speak to him.
"Things are cooking right along Sir."
"Listen Geoff, run to the Starbucks on the corner and get me a coffee will you?
"The regular Sir?"
"You know it Geoff, thanks."
And I entered the building and began to make my way upstairs to my office on the top floor. Usually this was one of the more tedious parts of the day because every employee either felt the need to greet me in the morning, or dodge me in the morning. Some out of a desperate need to be noticed by `the boss' and others out of the exact opposite wish, to go unnoticed by the so called big wigs out of fear, or whatever their reasons may be.
But this morning it was different because today I was the one looking around taking in each and every employee. From the Security Staff at the front desk, to the Maintenance Team who were busy making sure everything looked clean and tidy for our clients. From the Admin. Assistants, the Paralegals, the Interns, and the Junior Partners. I took a few moments and took a walk around each of our 7 floors, just taking in our staff. We were a diverse firm, of which I had always been proud. But this walk around drilled it home to me that we were doing some things right, but not everything.
On the 6th floor I found myself in the Tax Division and was met immediately by Perkins, a Junior Partner, who headed the Tax Division for us. He was always a little too much of a kiss ass for my likingÉtoo anal and uptightÉbut for Tax Law that sometimes was what was needed. But I was not here to talk to Perkins.
"Good morning Mr. Watson" Perkins made his way to my side.
"Morning Perkins."
"Can I help you with anything Sir?"
"No, not at all Perkins, I'm fine." And I walked away leaving him wondering I am sure.
But in a moment I tapped on the door marked `Brian Johnson' and heard a barrel-chested Ð "Come in."
So I did just that.
"Hello Sir, I'mÉ"
"Yes I know who you areÉ" and he moved out from behind his desk and closed the door behind me.
To the prying eyes of someone like Perkins, who I am sure was watching my every move,it would look like I had asked this Junior Lawyer to close his door.
But in reality, no sooner had the door shut behind me then I was on my knees kissing his shoes.
He then moved back to his chair and sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
"So you were told to make sure your Admin. Assistant didn't block my way to you when I came to see you in your office later today, is that correct boy?"
"Yes Sir...but I thoughtÉ"
"And there is where you made your mistake boyÉyou thoughtÉNow you may have one of the most brilliant legal minds of a generation, but when it comes to how things happen to you in your new lifeÉYOU DO NOT THINKÉAm I understood?"
"Yes Sir. I apologize Sir."
"Now how do you think this is going to look on my first report on you to Jed later today. I mean you are going in to your first official meeting later today with your Alpha Trainer and you have already fucked up."
"I'm so sorry Sir. I am such a fuck up Sir."
"Yes bitch, that you are. Now get up to your office and go on with your work. I will be dropping by later todayÉas was the plan."
And I jumped to my feet and made my way quickly out of his office, turning to close the door as I repeatedÉ"Sorry Sir', only to turn around and see Perkins standing less then 10 feet from the door, pretending to read something coming off the photocopier.
I took a moment to compose myself and then turned to him and spoke to him in the only tone he understoodÉ "Stop wasting time Perkins and get back to work."
To which he jumped and scurried back to his officeÉand I did the same.
The rest of the morning was pretty normal for me. I told Alice, my Admin. Assistant that she was to allow Brian Johnson from Tax Law access to my schedule whenever he needed it. Alice was great at her job, and protected my time like a lion, but this young man I did not wish to be protected from ever. I had screwed up once already, I didn't want to do it again.
So I spent my morning like I always did: talking to clients, putting out fires in the firm, reviewing cases with interns and paralegals who were busy researching statutes for my arguments, just the normal day to day. Until around noon when Alice buzzed and said that Brian Johnson was here to see me.
"Please show him in Alice."
Which she did, and I met him at the door. I felt like a school-girl on a first date I was shaking so much.
As he entered the room it was like the air itself got hotter and the humidity was rising. I could tell Alice was noticing the same thing as she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"That will be all Alice. You can go to lunch now."
And I ushered her out the door, closed it and locked it and fell to my knees in one well practiced move.
"Welcome Sir." I muttered as I leaned forward and kissed each of his shoes.
He barely paused to allow the kisses before he walked over to the sitting area in my office and took a seat at the couch. I followed him on my knees until I was again kneeling between his long legs looking up at this beautiful 24 year old powerhouse of a man. But he wiped the smile off my face very quickly by slapping me hard across each cheek.
"Do you have any idea how stupid you were to come to my office this morning? One of the founding partners of this big law firm seeking out someone who is barely above intern status in the Tax Division? Jesus boy, think next time."
"But I was so excited to get started training again Sir. I thought I was being respectful to you by seeking you out."
"And I can appreciate your exuberance boy, but one of the reasons the New World Order is growing so strong is because it isn't made obvious to everyone. Can you imagine what would happen to the NWO if it became public knowledge?"
"I understand Sir. I just lost my head."
"Order yourself some lunch boy. Maybe a rare roast beef sandwich, on rye, with pickles and hot mustard; some potato salad, and a cold root beer."
"Yes Sir." I picked up the phone to call the deli downstairs. "Do you want anything Sir?"
"No, I'm good."
While we waited for lunch to be delivered Sir showed me a lapel pin that was a simple `spade' symbol. It was very small, made of some cheap metal like stainless steel or something. My instructions were to wear it on the lapel of my suit at all times.
"Don't worry boy. There are better versions of the pinÉmore precious metals, some with gems embedded in them. But those are given to you when you earn them. This is your starter pin."
"Isn't this going to be too obvious to everyone about what it means" I worried.
"Not to sweat it boy. Those that know will know. White folk that know are because they serve the spade themselvesÉso you may make some little friends. Black folk that know you serve the spadeÉ Well, let's just say they'll know what to do as well. And those that are in the dark, deserve to remain there."
"But what if someone asks me what the pin symbolizes? How do I answer that?"
"Well then you use that expensive brain of yours and make a decision as to how appropriate it is to tell them the truth. If its someone that you think can be brought in to the fold, then tell them what you think they need to know."
I jumped a foot when there was a knock at the office door. I stood up and went to answer it.
"It much be my lunch." I said.
Then I straightened myself out, brushed my knees to make sure there was no evidence that I had just been crawling on them, then flipped the lock and opened the door to Johnny, the son of the deli owner from downstairs in our lobby.
"Hey man," he walked right by me and took the deli sack over to Sir sitting on the sofa. "I figured this had to be for you. It's your normal order. Rare roast beef on rye, pickles and hot mustard. Side of potato salad and a cold root beer. Like we'd ever serve you a hot root beer."
"Hah, man, I knew you'd figure it out. Gimme that I'm starving."
"What about you Mr. Watson. No lunch for you today?"
I was about to answer but Sir interrupted.
"Oh yeah, he's gonna suck a load out of your big dick brother."
"Yeah?" said a surprised Johnny.
"Yeah broÉ" continued Sir, "Éyou told me your bitch was down with the flu so I figured you'd be horny as hell."
"Well you're right thereÉcool."
Then he undoes his belt and his pants hit the floor.
"Hit it faggot, I don't have all day."
"Yes Sir" I kneel in front of him and begin to lick his hot cock as it begins to fluff up. It's a thick one so it might be a challenge to my throat but my own dick is throbbing as it has been since Sir came in the door at noon.
"Oh yeah, take that black dick manÉhold it in your mouth and just let it grow down your throat."
Which is exactly what I do. I move my tongue as far out of the way as I can by reaching it forward out of my mouth to lick his nutsack. Small like golf balls, but pulled up hard under his cock shaft. This guy is not going to last very long at all. Once his cock is fully hard he starts to just push it into my throat. You know that part of the throat that is beyond the second gag reflex. Not the gag that lives right at the entrance to your throat, or the one that exists around your Adam's apple, but the one that's a couple of inches beyond that one. You often don't notice this gag place with a thin cock, but the thick one's scrape the sides in that spot and can send your throat into convulsions. Which is what young Johnny seemed to really enjoy. Because when that spot is hit, I don't care how talented a cocksucker you are, everyone's throat starts convulsing when this spot is hitÉconvulsing and milking the invading cock which I guess feels great to the guy who owns the cock.
"Oh shit yeah, bitch, that's the spotÉjust look at your throat dance."
And it was true. If you looked at my throat, you could see the outline of his thick dick pressed down there, and my muscles were dancing all over the length of his cock.
Like I predicted, he didn't last long, and within a few minutes he was dumping his thick load down into my stomach. Then he drew his cock out a bit and ordered me to clean off all the cum and throat slime from it, which I gladly did.
"Thanks Brian for the gift of your bitch. I needed that."
"Well, you're welcome, but he's not mine. He's been accepted in to training over at The Gym. Today's his first day. I'm his Overseer here on the job and he's already fucked up once. Jed told me to feed him his lunchtime BGI (Black Gold Injection) but he had to be punished so he doesn't get fed by his Overseer today. But I thought of you and your bitch being sick so I figured you would probably have a load to share."
"So this bitch is going to start at The Gym. Isn't he a little old to start training?"
"Take off your shirt boy." Sir ordered me.
"Yes Sir." And I did, showing off my Jack of Spades tattoo.
"Seems the bitch has been trained years ago by his Master so they aren't starting at scratch."
"What happened to your former Master, bitch?" asked Johnny.
"He was killed by a drunk driver over 20 years ago Sir."
"Damn that's sadÉto lose a brother like that."
"Yeah so Jed's nephew spotted him at another gym in the steam room and spotted the tattoo. And when asked the jack was real honest and respectful with Jed's nephewÉdidn't even hit on him because he was too young, which Jed appreciated because you know some of these old white fags can perv on our young brothers."
"Ain't that the truth."
"So Jed called him and invited him in for an interview and then he was accepted last night. Today it all begins anew for this faggot."
"A new life huh bitch?"
"Yes SirÉa new life, Sir."
"Well I better get back downstairs before my father has a fit."
"Okay Johnny. Tell your dad about our newest fag here. He's open for serviceÉyou guys know the rules."
"Yeah, I'll pass the info aroundÉmum's the word."
And with that he slips out the door, leaving me shirtless, on my knees, in the middle of my office.
"I better get back to my office before Mr. Perkins freaks out on me." Sir says stepping up in front of me.
"Open."
I do and he places the head of his cock in my mouth and begins to piss.
"Drink."
And I begin to gulp down his golden fluid.
As he pisses Sir informs me to go about business as usual through the afternoon and that Jed is expecting me by 6pm over at The Gym to begin my training.
As he comes to the end of his piss he asks if I have any questions.
For the life of me I can't think of anything.
"No Sir, I think I understand everything Sir."
"Well don't make any more stupid choices boy. If you have any questions simply call me and ask. I do work for you remember so you know where I am."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
"Now get dressed before your watch dog gets back from her lunch."
And with that he leaves.
Damn' I think to myself, what a day.'
I was only back at my desk for a few moments when Alice returned from her lunch.
"Mr. Watson, you are always working so hard. Please tell me you got away for a bite to eat."
"No actually Alice I've been here the whole time."
"Well you need to eat, can I order you something?"
"Actually Alice, you're right. But I think I'll go out and get something myself. Give my brain a rest as well."
"Well. I'll hold down the fort for you Sir."
"I know you will Alice, thanks."
As I went down the elevator I played around with the idea of going to the deli now that word will be out about my new status with Johnny's dad, a man I have always found very masculine and dominant in nature. But I thought better of that before I reached the ground floor and disembarked.
I ended up just taking a walk to get some fresh air for a few minutes. I wasn't feeling really hungry because I had a belly full of piss and cum. But I did need to clear my head. A lot had happened in my life in the last few days and I just needed to get caught up to myself a little bit.
Eventually I found a seat at a small table in front of a French cafŽ I regularly frequented that was in a courtyard with a fountain in the middle and shops around the perimeter. I ordered a glass of Chardonnay with a cheese and cracker plate. I was sipping the wine and munching the cheese when I noticed a young black man sitting on one of the benches surrounding the fountain. I don't know exactly why I was drawn to him but I noticed his head was lowered, his clothes were shabby, and as I watched him over time he just seemed to be beaten.
So I decided to approach him and invite him to join me. I'm sure he thought I as crazy but he agreed and joined me. Immediately, the hostess from the restaurant came out to run him off. She did not witness my inviting him and so thought he was bothering me. But I told her it was okay.
"Why don't you sit here Sir and if you want we can order something to eatÉI'm kind of hungry, how about you." I offered the man.
He looked nervously at the Hostess who was about to say something rude I'm sure but I cut her off.
"Why don't you bring me a bottle of this Chardonnay and a couple of menus when you've got a minute please dear." And with my eyes I tried to communicate to this young lady to back off.
"Yes Sir, right away."
And as she walked away, the young man took a seat at the table.
"Thank you so much for this man. It's been awhile since someone has treated me with respect."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that. Are you really hungry?"
"Starving. I haven't eaten since yesterday."
"I'm so sorry to hear that Sir. Well you order whatever you want while you're with me. Okay"
"Why do you call me Sir? No one ever calls me Sir?"
The Hostess brought the wine and a couple of menus for us to look over.
"I call you Sir out of respect. Just because you're down on your luck doesn't mean you don't deserve respect."
"Yeah, I'll agree with you there. And thank you by the way."
Then we spent some time together, sharing a meal and a great conversation. After an hour I knew I wouldn't be returning to the office today so I called Alice, answered a few of her questions, and checked out for the day.
Turns out Purcell Prentiss, which was his name, was homeless and not just down on his luck. He had been living out of his car for about six months nowÉnot because he did drugs or was a drunk, but because he lost his job due to downsizing and simply could not find another one. A story that was all too common in our country these days.
Turns out he was an intelligent young man who almost finished University, but was forced to drop out in his last semester to take care of his sick mother, who has since passed away. His mourning over his mom was evident, even though she had died years before.
Turns out the job he lost was at a financial consulting firm owned by a friend of mine. I knew all about the downturn of my friend's business and the trouble he found himself in a few years ago so I can't fault him for having to let some of his staff go. But I'm sure he would be heart broken to know the result in this young man's life.
In general the afternoon was delightful as we talked and got to know each other better. I heard much of his story but eventually he began to ask me questions about my own life. I sort of beat around the bush for as long as I could, until I couldn't any longer. I finally told him about my career and my company which is hard for me sometimes because when you `come out' as a lawyer a lot of people have an instant dislike toward you. But this young man did not. On the contrary we engaged in a great conversation about the law vs. justice which was both engaging and edifying.
Eventually Purcell excused himself to use the rest room and I settled the bill with the waitress, adding a significant gratuity because of the sheer amount of time we had taken up their table.
When my guest came out of the restroom I was standing waiting for him by our table.
"It was lovely to meet you Purcell, Sir" I offered as I held out my hand to shake his.
"And you too. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon and a full belly." He answered as he shook my hand very strongly.
Holding on to my hand he leaned forward and saidÉ
"I only have one regret from this afternoon and do you know what it is?" he asked, gripping my hand even harder.
"No Sir."
"It's the fact that we never got to discuss that little `spade' pin on your lapel." He explained as he pulled me to him by my hand and placed it directly on the crotch of his dirty jeans, under which I could feel his big cock jump.
My whole body shuddered and he laughed as he pushed me away and let go of my hand.
"I thought so."
"Yes Sir."
"Tell me something boyÉ"
"Yes SirÉ"
"Did you come over and invite me to sit with you earlier just because you want my cockÉor were you really interested in what was going on with me?"
I thought for a moment to make sure I was telling him the whole truth.
"Of course I noticed that you were an attractive young man Sir. I would be lying if I did not tell you that. But that was not the reason I invited you to join me. I asked you to lunch because you looked beaten. And as a dedicated Jack of Spades, I devote my life to supporting those of the Black Race. And you, Sir, seemed to need support today."
"Thank you for noticing."
"You are welcome Sir."
"Now, what are you going to do about this?" and he grabs his crotch, massaging the lump in his dirty jeans.
"I will do whatever you want me to do with that Sir. Anything at all."
"SoÉ?"
"So, please Sir, will you come with me to my home and let me take care of you properly?"
"Yes, boy, yesÉI will."
So we get in his car and I give him directions to my home. As soon as we have begun driving, he takes my head and pulls it down in to his very smelly crotch. In the beginning I am repulsed by the stench, but I soon change my frame of thinking and begin to focus on this Superior Black God whom I am smelling now. My dick is hard because he's filling me with his smellÉhis stench. So I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the stench of this young man's struggle. And I feel sad for what he has suffered.
"Is this it?" he asks pulling in to my driveway.
"Yes Sir, this is my home."
"Then let's go inside your home and check it out shall we?"
"Yes Sir."
I unlock the door and stand back for him to enter first. He steps by me and into my home, carrying his beautiful smell with him. I immediately remove my clothes as I have been trained to do upon entering the home.
This doesn't shock Purcell in the least.
"Tell me about this tattoo?" he asked, pointing to the Jack of Spades on my chest.
So I explained everything to him: being a slave; being trained by my Master who was taken from me so young; my hiding away my true nature and living a shadow life for over 20 years; and finally being `discovered' in the steam room at my old gym; being interviewed and accepted by The Gym; about my overseer at work, my Alpha trainer at The Gym and that my first training session as #36085 was at 6pm that day.
"Whew!" he saidÉ"What a roller coaster of a week you are having."
"Yes Sir" I smile at his reaction.
"So you have to be at this new gym by 6:00pm this evening for your first training session, correct?"
"Yes Sir, correct."
"Then we better get busy." And he moves over to my couch and sits down pointing to the floor in front of him.
So I move and kneel before him, between his opened legs.
"If I weren't here right now, what would you be doing?" he asks.
"Well Sir, if I had not run in to you this afternoon I probably would have gone back to the office and dealt with client issues or firm problems."
"And then?"
"Well then Sir, on a normal day in the past I would come home, make dinner, have a glass of wine, read or watch some TV, then get to bed early, to get up early and start all over again."
"But that's all changed now with this new gym thing going on."
"Yes Sir, they have taken over my life and will control everything about my existence eventually."
"InterestingÉWhat's the name and number of the Alpha Trainer you're meeting in an hour or so?"
So I told him. Then he ordered me to get down and start cleaning his feet. Which I was honoured to do as he dialed The Gym and asked for Alpha Trainer Jed.
I took off his shoes and socks and was knocked off my knees by the stenchÉso strong and masculine. I couldn't wait to dive down and begin sucking the filth out from between his toes. I could see the filth and it made my mouth water to serve this young man in need.
"Hello may I speak with Jed please." He had a pleasant telephone presence, I thought to myself as I sucked the filth from between his toes.
"Hello Jed?...This is Purcell Prentiss and I want to talk to you about #36085ÉYeah, right now he's on his knees cleaning the grunge out from between my toesÉbut I understand he has a training session with you at 6pmÉWell I was wondering if I might meet with you at the same time to learn more about The Gym and what this bitch will be undertaking thereÉGreat then I'll just come with him brother. I look forward to meeting you then."
He hung up and pulled the first foot from my mouth and replaced it with the second. I dove down on the filth and began running my tongue over his filthy nails and chewing on the rough skin that covered his heel. I don't think even my Master's feet turned me on as much as this young man's were right now. There was something about him that I have not felt in a very long timeÉan intensity to serve that I had been missing from my life.
"So Jed's all for me coming with you to see what this place is all about, so when do we have to leave by to get there."
"5:30 Sir."
"Okay thenÉwell I was looking forward to having you give my whole body a clean with your tongue but I guess we better skip that and you can bathe me in a more traditional way. Show me to your main bathroom slave."
Him calling me a slave made my whole body shiver as I got to my feet and led the way to the master bedroom ensuite. I knew it was a decadent bathroom and was happy that Sir looked suitably impressed.
"Okay bitch, get in and get the water to the right temperature for meÉnot too hot."
Which I did, while out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was stripping off his stale clothes. As his body was uncovered it was quickly evident that he has a stunning body, with a tight musculature that moved with grace as he did.
"Sir, your shower is ready Sir."
And he steps in as I wet down a loofah sponge and cover it with my best body wash. And I began at his shoulders and I scrubbed him clean. This was not the first time this man had been bathed by a slave. He moved with confidence, making it clear at every step of the process whether I was doing it right or wrong. One word directions like harder' stronger' directed me into serving him his way. This man had no problem controlling my actions, and more importantly, I wanted to please himÉI was already invested in pleasing this man.
As the shower continued I worked down his back and all over his beautiful ass. He had one of those asses that were really narrow with deep dimples on each side. As I washed his ass cheeks he bent forward and told me toÉ
"Éuse your tongue in there bitch and get used to how I taste."
Then he grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face in his ass crack and I attacked his smelly hole with a vengeanceÉlicking up and down his crack and then making my tongue as pointy and stiff as I could and drilling it into his hole, cleaning it out as best and as deep as I could.
"Damn, bitch, that feels greatÉyou like that hole?"
"Yes Sir, I do Sir, your hole tastes incredible."
"Well maybe if you're a good boy you'll get another taste of it again."
"I hope so Sir, I really do."
"Move on slaveÉyou've got more of me to clean."
So I picked up the sponge and worked down both of his legs, scrubbing away the dirt of who knows how long since his last shower or bath.
After his feet had been washed Sir turned around and I got my first glimpse of his pendulous cock and balls that swung in front of my face. I was really excited to see he was uncut and the smell of his crotch sweat really made my mouth water.
"Look at me slave." And I raised my eyes to meet his.
"I need to piss so open your mouth and don't break eye contact with me while you drink my first load." And he pulls back his foreskin and I can see and smell the cock cheese coating his uncovered head. I happily lean forward and accept his cock head inside me and I stare up into his eyes as he lets loose with a torrent of piss, making me gulp as fast as I can to catch every drop of his delicious elixir. Eventually the torrent lessens to a dribble and then stops completely, but he holds the head of his cock in my mouth as I look up at him. I think he could see the need in my eyes, so he saysÉ"Okay, go ahead boy."
And I close my mouth around that cheesy head of his and my tongue starts to work at eating it all out from under his foreskin. He allows me a full 2 minutes or so to clean the cock cheese that's crusted under his foreskin and around the corona of his cock.
"Okay that's enough boy, move on."
So I continue to wash the rest of his body, including his very hairy armpits and his beautiful muscular chest, finally reaching his hair and face.
He has a goatee and long sideburns that frame his face beautifully and his hair, once shampooed, hung in long ringlets down past his shoulders.
Once he was clean enough I stepped out of the shower and ran to the hall closet to get a couple of my fluffiest towels. I put one on the floor for him to step out onto and then dried him from head to toe with the other one.
He was fucking stunning.
Actually took my breath away.
I had no idea that this vision was hiding behind the hardship that he was covered in when we met this afternoon.
I knew at that moment that I would do anything to serve and take care of this man for the rest of my life.
It was as quick as thatÉnot love at first sightÉ.but absolute, instantaneous devotion.
"Okay then boy, what about clothes? I can't go naked and I'm not putting those smelly jeans back on. You have anything I could borrow?"
"You don't have to borrow from me Sir, anything I have is yours." Then I slapped my hands over my mouthÉI can't believe I said that out loud so soon. I'll scare him away for sure.
But he just laughedÉa beautiful deep laughÉ
"Don't panic boyÉI'm feeling something pretty visceral here with you as wellÉbut let's not rush too quicklyÉunderstood?"
"Yes Sir, absolutely Sir."
"Now do you have any clothes I can borrow. Yours will be too big for me so I'm hoping you may have some skinny clothes from an earlier time."
"Yes Sir I doÉwell not from before, but I have some new clothes that I bought as incentive to lose my weight again." And I ran to get the packages I kept beneath my bed.
"They're in here Sir" I shouted from the small third bedroom I called my own. It was a very simple room with a single bed and small chest of drawers. I was pulling the boxes from beneath the bed when Sir made his way in to the little room.
"This is where you sleep?"
"Yes Sir, it is."
"You don't stay in the main bedroom?"
"No Sir, that was Master's bedroom. I only slept in there when he invited me too."
"But he's been gone for over twenty years if I remember correctly."
"Yes Sir, but it is still a Master bedroom, so until I have another Master, I won't sleep in that room."
Sir stares at me for a moment and then simply says:
"Fair enoughÉlet's take a look at those clothes shall we?"
I show him the clothes that I bought at smaller sizes. He picks out a pair of shorts and a tank top and slips them on. It was like I bought them just for him. Where on me they would be clinging to my chubbiness; on him they accentuated his muscle.
I found him a pair of sandals that he could slip on; threw some shorts and a t-shirt on myself and then left to get over to The Gym by 6pm.
TO BE CONTINUEDÉ
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