Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 17:04:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy mck <cmhsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Neighbor  Part 5

Monday evening, Master had another rendezvous with Karen
Waterman.  I retreated to the spare room to await the
conclusion of their sex.  After the screaming was over I
heard Master calling for me.  As I went to him, I was seized
with the realization that I would have to be naked in the
room with Karen as I responded to my Master.  I stopped for
a second but realized that it didn't matter if she saw me in
my state.  If Master wanted me to serve him right now it
didn't matter who saw.  The only thing that mattered was
satisfying my Master's needs.  I proudly entered the
bedroom, got on my knees and said, "Yes Sir?"  Master and
Karen were both naked.  Karen was a beautiful woman.  She
was lucky Master wanted to fuck her.  I'm sure he could have
his choice of many beautiful women.

"See, I told you he was my slave," he said to Karen.  "He'll
do anything I say, won't you boy."

"Yes Sir, I will," I obediently responded.

"Show me," Karen giggled with delight.

Master stood up and said, "Open your mouth boy."  I opened
my mouth and Master took his magnificent cock in his hand
and aimed it at my waiting mouth.  He let go with a strong
stream of piss.  Then, just for fun, he momentarily
redirected the stream to my face.  His piss flooded my face
but I didn't flinch.  It was my job to take whatever he did
to me.

Karen was fascinated and screamed with delight.  "Oh my god,
he is your slave.  I've never seen anything like that," she
exclaimed.  "He's drinking your piss!"

When Master was finished, I removed the last drops from his
cock with my lips and thanked him.  "Is there anything else
Master?"  I asked.  I made sure I sounded very subservient
so Karen would see that I was totally in his control.  I
wouldn't want any suggestion that I was anything but totally
obedient when Master was showing off the fact that he had a
slave.

"No, get out," he said.

"Thank you Sir," I responded and left while Master continued
his fun.  I just loved the way he used me.  It made me feel
like my life is of some value.

Tuesday morning I was in my office when Richard Morales
walked in.  He sat down and put a mug on my desk in front of
me.  "I brought you something to drink," he said with a
smirk on his face.  I looked at him suspiciously and picked
it up.  I smelled it.  It was a cup of urine, his urine.  I
stopped.  "Drink it," he said, the smile gone from his face.
I hesitated.  "I said drink it," he said more forcefully.
Staring him in the eyes, I put the mug to my lips and
started drinking.  It was terribly humiliating to be
drinking my co-worker's urine while he watched.  But
suffering humiliation at the hands of dominant men is part
of my purpose in life.  "How's it taste?" he asked
triumphantly.

"It tastes good Sir," I said.  It seemed proper to address
him as Sir as I was drinking his urine.

Just then my boss walked in.  "Sorry to interrupt boys," he
started.  "I just need to drop off this paperwork."

"That's OK," Richard said, standing up.  "We were just
finishing up.  What are you drinking Tracy?  Can I get you
some more?"  He said, nearly laughing.

"That's alright Rich," I responded in a monotone as Richard
left.

In accordance with my new policy of following the orders of
dominant men, I finished drinking Richard's urine after my
boss left.  I went to the coffee room and washed out the mug
and returned it to him.  I told Richard that I finished
drinking it.  He was pleased and told me that he would give
me more sometime.  I thanked him and left.  I had made a
dominant man feel powerful by drinking his urine.  That was
a good deed.

That evening I tried another new cock sucking technique on
my Master.  He sat on the edge of the couch.  Lifting his
giant hard cock with my hand I stuck my wet tongue clear
down to the bottom of his hairy sack.  Then with his balls
resting on my tongue I licked him all the way to the tip of
his cock like it was an ice cream cone.  I tenderly licked
his equipment again and again. He moaned in intense pleasure
as my tongue massaged his masterpiece.  Before long he let
out a primordial scream as he pumped out my creamy reward.
There is nothing more rewarding than making your Master feel
so good.  I love that I am able to do that for him.  "That
was just great boy.  You're getting to be a great
cocksucker."  I can think of no greater compliment than to
be called than a cocksucker.  I lovingly licked up every
precious drop of his cum before thanking him and helping him
get dressed.

Before he left, I told my Master about my experience earlier
in the day with Richard.  He said I did the right thing and
that I should always do what Richard tells me to do.  I
promised I would.  I was thrilled when Master told me I
could jack off.  I thanked him and kissed his feet.

Wednesday evening Master and I were in his garage working on
the Mustang.  I was cleaning parts and Master was under the
hood.  As we were working, I was surprised to see Alan
Waterman walking in.  He was angry.  "You son of a bitch!"
He yelled.  I was stunned.  I couldn't believe anyone would
have the balls to talk to Master that way.  "I know you've
been having sex with my wife," he continued.  "You're not
going to get away with it.  If it doesn't stop immediately,
I'll..."

Master had come out from under the hood of the car and
advanced on Alan backing him up against the wall.  "You'll
what?"  Master said defiantly.  Alan was even softer than me
and only about an inch taller.  Master towered over him.
Alan's face was literally in Master's incredibly muscular
hairy chest.  Alan shrunk in fear knowing that he had
started something he couldn't finish.  "Yeah, I've been
fucking your wife.  I've been banging her for weeks and she
loves it.  She wants to be fucked by a man not a pussy like
you.  You can't satisfy a woman.  She begs me to fuck her
and she loves sucking on my big cock and swallowing my cum.
And you know what?  I'm going to keep fucking her for as
long as I feel like it." Master said.  He raised his arms
and flexed them right in Alan's face.  His biceps grew to
their massive intimidating grandeur.  "Now if you think
you're man enough to do something about it, let's get it
on."

Alan was frozen in terror.  His eyes were transfixed on
Master's powerful arms.  He literally trembled before the
superior man towering over him.  He was unable to speak
hoping he wouldn't be crushed.  He knew there was nothing he
could do to defend himself from the rock hard man standing
over him .  Master reached over and roughly shoved Alan's
face in his hairy armpit and rubbed it in the wetness.  Alan
offered no resistance.  I watched in awe as Master asserted
his power over another man.  After he was finished
humiliating Alan, Master released him and gave him a push
towards the door and kicked him in the ass as he walked
away.

I felt so much admiration for Master at this moment.  No man
could stand up to him, certainly not one like Alan or me.
Master is superior to most men.  Alan should have been smart
enough to recognize that.  His cash inflated ego must have
interfered with his common sense.  He should realize that if
a man like Master wants to fuck his wife he should defer to
the superior man.  When Master went back to work, I went
over to him and licked his feet to show him how much I
admired and respected him.

Thursday morning Richard Morales was back in my office.
This time he closed and locked the door.  "Give me a blow
job," he demanded.  This wasn't completely unexpected given
recent events.  I just wasn't real excited about the
prospect of blowing him in the office. But I remembered
Master's admonition to follow Richard's orders so I went to
him and got on my knees.  I looked up at him and he said,
"get it out."  I unzipped his pants and reached in and
carefully took out his cock.  It wasn't nearly as big as
Master's but it was a respectable length, I'd guess close to
seven inches and a nice thickness, it was certainly superior
to my little dick.  "Kiss it," he ordered.  I leaned forward
and kissed his cock on the slit.  There was a drop of pre
cum on it.  When I pulled back and looked up at him there
was a string of  pre cum that ran from the head of his cock
to my lips.  "OK, get to it.  I haven't got all day."  With
the practice I was getting on my Master I was able to take
Richard all the way into my throat without any trouble.
Like with any dominant man it was my responsibility to
provide him with as much pleasure as possible.  I used my
tongue to work his cock with all my skill and was able to
bring him to a spectacular orgasm.  I dutifully swallowed
all his virile ejaculate.  After a few seconds he recovered
and said, "either you're a natural born cocksucker or your
Master is one hell of a teacher."  He cleaned his cock off
by wiping it on my shirt.  Shit!  He put himself away and
left.  I dashed to the restroom to clean off my shirt.

I was glad Richard felt comfortable using me as his cum
dump.  I was fulfilling my purpose on earth.

Thursday evening Joe and I were in the garage helping
Master.  My mouth fell open when I saw Alan Waterman walk
in.  I simply could not believe he was back to confront
Master again.  I concluded that he had to be crazy to come
back.  When he made eye contact with Master he held up his
hands in a non aggressive gesture and said, "Paul I just
wanted to apologize for last night.  I was out of line.  I
know what happened with you and Karen wasn't your fault."
Oh, I see, I thought.  He wants to make friends.  That's
interesting.

Master stopped what he was doing and walked over to Alan
while Joe and I watched.  "What are you going to do to earn
my forgiveness?" Master asked Alan.

"What do you mean?" Alan asked, unsure of himself.

"You came into my home and insulted me and made wild
accusations.  You think I'm going to forgive you just
because you ask me to?  You have to atone for your
transgression in some tangible manner," Master said.

"How?" Alan asked.

"Tell you what," Master said.  "You get down on the ground
and kiss my feet I'll forgive you and we can be friends."
My eyes got big at that and I thought Joe was going to
laugh.

Alan got an astonished look on his face.  He just stood
there for a few moments trying to figure out what to do.
Master just patiently waited.  He had his usual look of
confidence knowing the power he had over lesser men.  To my
surprise, Alan started to slowly kneel on the floor.  Alan
got down and applied his lips to Master's foot reverently
kissing it, then he moved over to the other one and kissed
it.  When he started to lift his head Master pinned Alan's
head to the floor with his foot.  "Now let's get a couple
things straight," Master said looking down at the pathetic
figure beneath his foot.  "I'm going to fuck your wife
anytime I want and you're not going to complain about it to
me or to Karen.  Is that all right with you?"

"Yes," Alan stammered from beneath Master's foot.

"Yes what?" Paul demanded.

"Yes Sir.  Yes Sir," Alan timidly responded.

"You know what?"  Paul removed his foot from Alan's face and
pulled up a lawn chair.  He kicked off his shoes and said,
"Why don't you give my feet a good tongue washing while
you're down there."

Alan looked at Master's perfect feet from his kneeling
position.  I don't know whether he did it because he was
afraid or because he was under the spell of Master's power
but he tentatively moved his face over to Master's feet and
started licking.  I watched from my seated position on the
floor in fascination as Alan Waterman, heir apparent to the
Waterman companies, licked the grime off the bottom of
Master's feet.  I was amazed at how easily Master turned
this proud man into his foot licker.  I realized then how
easily Master could get himself a new slave.  I resolved
then to be the best slave I could be so that I would never
loose the privilege of serving him.

After about ten minutes Master dismissed his foot licker.  I
was in awe of him.  Master is incredibly powerful in a
physical sense but he also has a supernatural power over
lesser men that amazed me.  "That was incredible Sir.  I've
never seen anything like it," I exclaimed from my kneeling
position.

Master just looked down at me for a moment.  "See how easily
you can be replaced?" he said.

"Yes Sir I do."  I said, my voice giving away the
trepidation I was feeling.  Then he unzipped his shorts,
pulled out his cock and started pissing all over me.  I was
so turned on by what I had just witnessed I was thrilled to
be showered in his urine.  The warmth and smell of his
liquid was wonderful.  My hair was soaked as were my
clothes.

"Get that cleaned up," he said pointing to puddle I was
kneeling in.

"Yes Sir," I responded.

I started to get up but Joe stopped me.  "Just stay where
you are for a second," he said.  I stopped.  Joe then
proceeded to piss on me too.  Joe had watched his father
dominate me all summer and was becoming progressively more
dominant like his father.  I was proud to be the subject of
this powerful young man's domination.  I opened my mouth for
him.  I was honored to get my first taste of his urine.
"Now you can clean it up," Joe said.  "With your tongue," he
added.

I proceed to lap up my superiors' piss from the floor as
they watched.  They found it very entertaining.  "See Joe,"
Master said to his son.  "Submissive boys like him and Alan
were put on this earth to serve powerful men like us.  It's
nature's way.  We're superior to them and we're actually
doing them a favor by letting them serve us."  It was
incredibly degrading but he was right.  I was happy to be
performing for these men.  It was the greatest honor ever
bestowed upon me.

Joe took my car again later that evening along with forty of
the sixty dollars in my wallet for his date.  It was
fortunate I had a good income.  Joe was getting expensive.
I didn't mind though.  It was a good feeling to provide him
money for his enjoyment.  I was glad I could do it.

As usual now, I was early for my appointment with Clayton
Friday morning.  I had noticed that my sessions with him
were having a positive effect on my body.  Although I had a
long way to go, the improved diet and the hard workouts were
working.  Clayton really was a great trainer.  I was glad to
be working with him and glad he was dominant towards me.

I was shocked that I only had twenty dollars when I opened
my wallet to pay him.  Damn, Joe had taken forty dollars the
night before and I had forgotten about it.  I gave Clay the
twenty I had with an apology and a promise I would give him
eighty dollars on Monday.  I was going to have to tell
Master about his.  He wouldn't be happy.



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