Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 17:21:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service, part 3

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."