Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2011 07:19:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service, part 1

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

This story contains authoritarian themes.  If that doesn't interest you,
please move on.  Comments are appreciated; email me at omksc@yahoo.com

He moved into my building a couple of months ago.  It's a big building, on
the Upper East Side of Manhattan, with hundreds of apartments, and I don't
really talk to my neighbors other than to politely nod hello to people on
my floor or whatever.

But he was very noticeable.  Tall, well-built, handsome.  A jock.  He had
shaggy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, a muscular and athletic frame.  He
carried himself with a certain swagger, not obnoxiously, but with a high
level of self-confidence.  I never got a really good look at his body
because it was still winter when he moved in, and he was always wearing a
coat or something, but you could tell he had a nice body.

I'm not a bad looking guy myself, late-twenties, fit, longish brown hair,
brown eyes.  I was in good shape from lots of running, with a toned body.
He was probably in his early-mid twenties, and more muscular than I am.

I'd seen him half a dozen times, crossing the lobby, in the elevator, on
the street outside.  It was hard not to stare.  I tried not to be too
obvious but I was to discover that I failed.  Once I overhead another guy
(almost as hot) talking to him, and learned that his name was Chad.

One warm late April day, the first really warm day we'd had so far in
spring, I was riding down in the elevator from my apartment on the 12th
floor when the doors opened on 9 and Chad got in.  He was wearing a
sleeveless T-shirt that showed off the toned, well-developed muscles of his
arms and shoulders, and nicely profiled his pecs.  I know that when you are
in a small elevator with one other person, you are supposed to pretend they
don't exist and look away, but I couldn't help myself. He just looked so
hot, and so I positioned myself kind of sideways and tried to stare as if I
weren't checking him out.

He never looked over at me the entire trip but when we reached the lobby,
he turned to me and said "Hope you got a good look, bitch" and then laughed
and left the elevator.  I was kind of shocked that he spoke to me like
that, but as I have a thing for really dominant guys it also make my cock
jump.  Well, now I didn't have to wonder anymore if he'd noticed me
checking him out.

I saw him again the next day, just passing in the lobby, and he kind of
smirked at me as we walked past.  Then I didn't see him again for a week
until late one Saturday afternoon.  I boarded the elevator in the lobby and
turned around to see him getting in right behind me.  He must have entered
the building right after me.  He was wearing a tight T-shirt that hugged
his chest and flat stomach, a nice pair of faded jeans, and flip-fops.
Chad pressed his button but instead of moving over to one side he stayed in
front of me, staring at me hard.

I stood there awkwardly, starting to sweat a little.  He stared me down,
then started to rub his pec suggestively.  Naturally my eyes moved down to
look at his chest, and then he ran his hand down his torso and rested it at
the top of his jeans.  My eyes were glued to his crotch when the doors
opened at his floor.  He stepped back and just before leaving the elevator
he stuck out an arm and held open the doors.

"If you get off here, I MIGHT let you blow me," he said.  I just looked at
him, dumbfounded.  "Now or never," he said, and then released the doors and
started to walk down the hall.

I jumped out.  I had just spent several months fantasizing about blowing
this stud, and I was not about to let that opportunity pass.  He walked
down the hall, seemingly not caring if I was behind him.  His apartment was
the last one in the hallway.  He unlocked the door, let it swing shut
behind me and threw his keys on a little table.

The small hallway opened up into a decent sized living room.  There was a
sofa, a big chair, coffee table, and a TV.  Pretty standard stuff for a
young guy's apartment.  Chad walked to the center of the room, turned
around and looked at me.  Didn't say anything.

I wasn't sure what to do.  "My name's Derek," I said.

He laughed and shook his head.  "Who the fuck cares?  You're not here to be
my friend.  You're here to suck my cock.  IF I decide to let you, IF you
can demonstrate you deserve the privilege.  Got it, bitch?"

This made my cock harden.  I nodded.  He pointed to the floor in front of
his feet.  "On your knees."  I dropped to my knees and then leaned over and
reached for the button on his jeans.  "No," he said sharply and pushed my
hands away.  He sighed, seemed frustrated, then walked over to the couch
and sat down, kicked off his flip-flops.  I didn't know what to do, so I
stayed on my knees in the middle of the floor.

"You can start by crawling over to me and licking my feet, bitch."

I crawled across the floor and leaned in towards his feet.  He had
perfectly shaped feet, incredible looking.  I reached down and started to
caress one of them, but he kicked my hand away.  "I said lick.  You need to
learn how to follow directions.  Put your hands behind your back."

I put my hands behind my back and then, still kneeling, leaned all the way
over and licked the top of his right foot.  My dick was rock hard at this
point.  I licked all across the tops of both his feet and toes.  Chad
picked up a magazine and started leafing through it.  After a few minutes
of this, I said, "So do you want me to blow you?"

"Shut the fuck up, faggot.  Just keep licking my feet, like a good little
bitch.  Lie down on your back."  I got down onto the floor, lying so that
my head was near his feet.  "Keep your hands behind your back, like I told
you.  Christ, are you stupid or what?"  I again put my hands behind my back
so that I was laying on top of my arms, which wasn't very comfortable.  He
rested both his feet on my face and I started licking them again.

He just kept leafing through the magazine, while he rubbed his feet on me
and I licked the bottom of his feet as they moved across my face.  After a
couple of minutes he angled his foot so that his toes were at my lips and
said, "Suck those toes, bitch."  I licked on his toes and pulled his big
toe into my mouth to suck on it.  "More," he said, and shifted his foot so
that more of his toes were in my mouth.  I keep licking and sucking them,
and then he said, "all of them, bitch" and suddenly tried to push his
entire foot in my mouth.  This made me gag and cough.  He laughed, then
pushed both his feet down on top of my face hard, one of them covering my
mouth and nose and the other my eyes and forehead.  He just kept them
pressed there as he spoke to me.

"Okay, listen up, bitch.  I'm gonna explain some things to you.  It's been
obvious to me for a while that you want me.  I don't really care about
that.  I'm not looking for a boyfriend, got it?  At this point that should
be clear to you, but if that's what you are hoping this will become, you
should just get out right now.  If you understand and want to stay, lick my
foot to show you understand."  He paused, and I reached out my tongue to
lick the bottom of his foot.  "Okay. Good.  What you can be instead is my
bitch. That means you are here to service me, pleasure me, and obey me.  Do
you want to do that?"

I tried to answer yes but with his foot covering my mouth it just came out
as a mumble.  "Don't try to talk when I obviously can't understand what
you're saying, you stupid faggot.  If the answer is yes, you lick my foot."
I licked his foot.  "Good. Try to keep up. I have some requirements in my
bitch. You need to follow directions better than you have so far, and you
need to demonstrate that you deserve the opportunity to pleasure me.  I
have an amazing body and cock, and I am well aware of that, and so I can
have my choice of bitches to service me. You're obviously quite submissive,
which is a good start, but you need to demonstrate to me that you are aware
of your position, continuously: before, during, after.  Understood?"  I
reached out my tongue and licked his foot aggressively, at least the small
part of it available to my tongue.

"Good," he said and then leaned forward on the couch and slid the foot that
was covering my eyes off my head so he was looking over me and I could his
face.  "Unbuckle your jeans and pull down your underwear."  I lifted up my
body so that I could move my arms out from under me and did as he
instructed.  My dick was rock hard and leaking precum.  "Okay.  Put that
away and buckle yourself up."  While I did, he said, "As I expected, you
are totally getting off on this so far.  Aren't you?"  I licked his
foot. "This is important only to the degree that it makes you a compliant,
eager bitch. Right?"  I licked again.  His voice harden and he said very
strongly, "In fact, you will never, EVER, take your dick out in front of me
again.  Your dick does not matter.  As far as I am concerned, your sole sex
organ is right here," tapping his foot on my mouth.  "Do you understand?"
I licked his foot, ravenously, to demonstrate how much I wanted to please
him.

"Very good. That's enough explanation for today.  Get back up on your
knees."

I got up on my knees, a short distance from where he was sitting on the
couch.  He was leaning back with his hands clasped behind his head,
exposing a hint of armpits and emphasing the hard muscles of his arms.
Seeing that incredible upper body again after 15 minutes on the floor made
my cock jump.  But when I looked at his face, I saw that Chad was frowning
and shaking his head, making me wonder what I was doing wrong.  As if he
could read from my face what I was thinking, he said, "Figure it out,
bitch." Somehow I was displeasing him, and I tried to figure out why and
then it occurred to me, and I clasped my hands behind my back. Chad just
smiled.

He stood up, and his crotch was just inches in front of my face.  It seemed
from the bulge that his cock was already hard. I looked up at him, towering
over me, his muscular torso looking glorious. He reached down and grabbed
my face with both hands, rubbed his thumb across my lips.  I moaned
involuntarily. "Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"Beg, faggot."

I looked up at him. "Please let me suck your cock.  You are such an
unbelievable stud and I just want to make you feel good. I will suck it
hard and deep. Please fuck my face. Please let me be your bitch.  I wanna
be your bitch so bad, please."

Chad kind of grimaced.  "What will you do for me?"

"I'll do whatever you want, stud. Anything if you will give me the
privilege of sucking your cock and making you feel good."

Chad lifted his foot up and pushed hard against my chest.  With my arms
behind my back I had no balance and I fell on my back onto the floor.  He
walked over and stood with his feet on either side of my head.  I turned my
head to the side and reached out to lick his ankle, but he pulled it away.
I looked up at him, he was frowning again.  "I'm sorry," I said. "Please
may I lick your foot. Please?"

He dropped his foot down onto my face, pushing it hard so that my face was
turned sideways.  He rubbed his foot all over my face.  "You like that,
pussy?  You like being dominated by me, you little bitch?" I licked his
foot over and over.

"Okay, back up on your knees. Try not to fall over again," Chad said.  I
got up on my knees and looked up at him.  Then I immediately put my hands
behind my back, and he smiled.  "Getting better."  Chad reached down and
unbuckled his jeans.  He pulled them about halfway down his thighs,
exposing a pair of gray boxer briefs with a big thick tube underneath.
Then he stepped right up to my face, grabbed my head with both hands, and
began rubbing my face all over his crotch.  I could feel the hard, spongy
cock under the fabric all across my face.  "That was some pretty weak
begging, cocksucker.  I don't think you have yet to demonstrate that you
deserve to have this dick in your mouth.  So all I'm going to let you do is
lick my balls."

As he said this he kept pushing my head against his crotch.  "Please, Chad,
please can I suck you? I'm sorry, I didn't know what you wanted, I want to
please you so bad."

"Oh, so you think you deserve the chance to suck my cock?" He said, pulling
my face away and angling it so that I was looking up at him.

"No," I said.

He smiled.  "Good answer. You're right bitch, you don't deserve it. Let's
see how good a ball licker you are." Chad pulled down his underwear and
exposed his dick and balls.  I moaned just from the sight of them. He had a
thick dick, cut, easily eight inches, perfectly shaped.  Two large,
luscious balls hanging below, with a light dusting of hair that he kept
tidy.

"Oh God," I said, the desire evident in my voice, and he laughed, a big
hearty laugh that went on for several seconds.  I wanted so desperately to
reach out and take that beautiful dick in my hands, but I kept my hands
behind my back.  He moved one hand to the back of my neck and gripped
tightly, and grabbed his cock with the other.  First he banged his cock
against my face a couple of times and then pulled my head into his balls.

"Lick, faggot," he said, and I immediately began licking his big balls.
With his hand tight on the back of my neck, he totally controlled my head,
keeping me deep under his crotch while he jerked himself above me.  Then he
slid his hand up and grabbed a big fistful of my long hair and pulled my
face away. He turned my head so I was facing up and started slapping his
cock on my face. Against my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. I looked up at
him, his cock large in my face, with his incredible, muscular torso looming
over me and that handsome face staring down at me. I moaned from pleasure
each time his cock hit my face, and he laughed. "You even moan like a
little bitch," he said. "You fucking love getting dick-slapped, don't you
pussyboy?" I moaned loudly in response and he cracked up.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." As I did, he rested the head
of his cock on my tongue and I got my first taste. It tasted
fantastic. There was a drop of precum I could taste and I wanted
desperately to lick it off and swallow it, to close my mouth onto that
cock. I looked up at him, with pleading eyes. He was shaking his
head. "Don't even think about it, cocksucker. Just keep that mouth open and
don't move a muscle." Chad rubbed the head of his dick across my tongue,
ever so slowly. He moved it forward as if he were going to push it into my
mouth, but didn't. He banged it up and down against my tongue, while he
jerked himself. It was torture.  My own cock was bursting, and I
desperately needed to figure out a way to get this magnificent cock in
front of me down my throat.

Chad grabbed my hair tightly again and slapped me in the cheek with his
cock. "You can close your mouth now, bitch," he said. "You are not getting
to suck this cock today." He held my face there, and started jerking his
cock feverishly.

"Please, please can I suck you?" the desperation clear.

He dick-slapped me in response. "No. Shut the fuck up. Get back to licking
my balls."  My mouth was pushed under his crotch.  I again licked those big
balls. He was jerking like mad. I could sense his body start to waver a
little, he was getting close. I kept licking. Then he pulled my face back
and cum rocketed out of his dick. The first couple of shots flew out, and
landed on my cheeks and nose. Then more that fell across my mouth and
chin. A big gooey load that covered my face. I moaned again. The smell of
his cum in my nose and the taste of it on my lips made me want to grab my
cock and shoot right then. But of course I did not.

Chad took a step back, rested his cock on my face as he came down from his
orgasm. Then he dried his cock in my hair, wiping off the extra cum on the
tip of his dick. Now both my face and hair had Chad's cum on them.

He sat back down on the couch. I remained, kneeling, my hands behind my
back, cum all over me. Chad looked over at me. "Do you have anything to say
to me, faggot?"

Do I have anything to say? There are a million things I could say. I loved
being dominated by you. I want you to take off your shirt so I can see your
chest. I want so bad to suck your cock. I want you to let me jerk off
now. I want you to fuck my throat. I want to rub my hands all over your
incredible body. I can't believe you came without my ever getting your cock
in my mouth. I want to lick you from head to toe. Was this it? Will this
happen again? Will I get to blow you next time?

But I didn't say any of those things.  Instead I said, "Thank you."

Chad smiled. "Good faggot. For?"

"For letting me lick your feet, for letting me lick your balls, for letting
me feel your cock on my face. And especially for cumming in my face and
letting me have your cum on me. Thank you for all of that."

"You're welcome, bitch." Chad again picked up the magazine. "I may want to
go again in a few minutes, so I want you to just stay in your position for
now until I decide."

I knelt there and waited while he read.  I imagined that this time I would
get to suck him, and it would last a nice long time since he had just come,
and plus I would still have his cum on my face while I sucked him, which I
totally love. I could feel it starting to dry on me. It was only a few
minutes when he dropped the magazine back on the coffee table and looked
over at me.

"Nope, done for now."

I looked at him, my own cock still rock hard, a look of pleading on my
face.  He just shook his head.

I moved over to him, leaned over and started licking his feet. He let me do
it for a minute or so, but then said, "that's enough, faggot, time for you
to go."  When I kept licking, he kicked my face away. Not hard, but enough
to show me he meant it.

"Fuck, you got jizz on my foot," he said. When he kicked my face, some of
the drying cum on my cheeks got on his foot. "Lick it off, bitch."  He held
his foot up in the air, and I licked all the cum of it while he watched me,
smirking and half-smiling. Then he put his foot down and said, "Now get the
fuck out."

"I'm sorry for asking, but can I use a towel or something. I can't go out
in the hall with cum in my face."

He shook his head. "No.  But of course you can go out like that, bitch. You
are a natural born cocksucker, a desperate for cock pussyboy. You might as
well advertise it. It might not have taken months for me to realize I
should get you in here licking my feet if I'd seen you with cum all over
your face."

I just looked at him, stunned that he expected me to leave his apartment
with cum on my face. But I could tell from his expression that that was
it. Finally he said, "Dismissed, bitch."

I got up and walked out. In the hallway (which was empty, thank god), I
used my hand to feed myself the loose cum on my face, and then rubbed my
face dry with my T-shirt.  I made my way back up to my apartment, in a bit
of daze, wondering if all that had really just happened, and hoping against
hope it would happen again.


to be continued? comments appreciated. omksc@yahoo.com