Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 14:58:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy mck <cmhsub@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Neighbor  Part 7

I went to Master Joe and knelt at the feet of my new Master.
I bent down and reverently kissed his feet.  "That's not
good enough boy," he said.  "Dad's too easy on you.  When
you greet me you lay down flat on the floor to kiss my feet
and stay there until I snap my fingers.  Then you can get on
your knees to await orders from your Master."

I laid down on my stomach and kissed his feet again.  He
walked away but I stayed motionless waiting to be summoned
by my ruler.  After a couple minutes he snapped his fingers
allowing me to get up.  With my head bowed, I went to him
and got back on my knees.  Master Joe stripped off his shirt
revealing that heavily muscled hairy chest that drove the
other high school students so wild.  "Get me naked slave,"
he ordered.  I bent down and helped him out of his shoes and
socks.  "Kiss," he said simply, lifting up a bare foot.  I
humbly kissed the foot of my superior.  I then helped him
out of his pants and underwear.  This was my first look at
what had always been hidden from my view.  It was a
magnificent sight.  He was much like his father.  Even
though he was in high school he possessed the most
impressive equipment I had ever seen, with the exception of
my other Master, his father.  His cock was over eight inches
long and almost as thick as Master's.  The head was perfect
and his crotch was hairy like his father's.  It would be
impossible for anyone looking at his endowment not to be
impressed.  Men would feel inadequate, women would feel
aroused.

He moved forward crowding my face with his hairy crotch.  I
knew better than to move.  His impressive cock was actually
resting on my forehead.  "Smell my crotch slave.  Breathe it
in.  You're going to be spending a lot of time where you are
right now so you'd better get used to the smell," he said.
After he spent some time making me appreciate his manly
scent, he moved back slightly and started smacking my face
with his impressive hard weapon.  It amused Master Joe that
a man would be low enough to allow him to smack him in the
face with his cock.  This was the first time I had been dick
slapped.  Some would find it humiliating but I reveled in
being the object of his amusement.  "Suck on my balls
slave," he ordered when he grew tired of punishing my face.
I maneuvered my willing lips below his cock and took one of
his hefty balls into my mouth.  He was getting a lot of
amusement watching me attempt to stuff the other one in.
Unfortunately it was impossible.  His balls were just too
immense.  I had to service them individually.  As I was
hungrily working his balls he had my head in his large hands
keeping me were he would get the most pleasure, slightly
rocking his hips forward and back.  "Suck my cock," he
breathlessly said, pulling my head back and directing it to
his tool.  I took his great cock in my mouth and started
giving him the blow job of his life.  He was accustomed to
the blow jobs he got from his many girlfriends who were rank
amateurs.  I, on the other hand, had become an expert and I
gave him all I had.   I used all my best techniques I'd been
practicing all summer to give him maximum pleasure and had
him moaning loudly.  He grabbed my head and forced his
cyclopean pole all the way down my throat where he violently
shot his load.  His body spasmed repeatedly as he ejaculated
all his cum into my stomach.  He just held me there with his
softening cock planted deep in my throat while he recovered
from his mighty orgasm.  Now I was grateful for the effort
Clay had put into training me to hold my breath.

Shortly after panic had started to set in but before I
passed out, Master Joe withdrew his softening serpent from
my throat.  I was disappointed that I didn't get to taste
his cum but I knew there would be other opportunities for
that.  I had performed well for my Master giving him great
pleasure and I was proud of that.  "Man, that was one great
blow job cocksucker," Master Joe said.  "You have one
talented mouth and I'm going to be keeping it busy from now
on."

Now that he had his release, Master Joe told me to get him
something to eat.  I fixed him a sandwich and gave him a
glass of milk.  As he ate, I sat on the floor and he had me
give him a foot massage until I had to get up and get him
another sandwich and another glass of milk.  When he
finished eating, he had to relieve himself and I had the
honor of being his urinal.  I had been fortunate enough
previously to taste his urine but this time I got his entire
bladder full.  Master Joe had a date that evening and
couldn't stay and use me for very long.  Like his father, he
was very comfortable using subs.  He was a natural dominant.

Later that night, I was awakened by a ringing phone.  I
looked at the clock.  It was after one o'clock.  I picked up
the phone on the fourth ring.  "Hello," I answered in a
somewhat sleepy voice.

"Get over here and get your mouth on my dick, cocksucker."
Click.  It was Master Joe summoning his slave.

I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed then walked next
door.  I used the key I was given when I became the slave
housekeeper to let myself in.  I made my way to Master Joe's
room where he was lying on his bed with his legs spread and
his impressive hard cock in his hand.

"What took you so long asshole?"  Joe asked.

"I got here as quickly as I could Sir," I answered.

"Sarah wouldn't let me fuck her tonight, frigid bitch.  Last
time I'll take that cunt out.  You're standing in for her,"
he said, pointing to his hard member.

He put his hands behind his head signaling that I was going
to be doing all the work.  I took his cock in my mouth
hoping he would be patient enough to allow me to try one of
my expert cocksucking techniques on him.  I took him all the
way into my throat and I had my nose buried deep in the
pubic hair above his cock.  I then proceed to do what is
called the traveling figure eight.  I traced the pattern of
a sideways eight with my nose in his bush.  As I continually
moved in this pattern I slowly pulled out.  This made his
rigid cock move all around my throat and eventually my mouth
stimulating him to the point it took his breath away.  He
groaned so loudly I was afraid he had awakened the
neighbors.  He powerfully shot six or seven large blasts of
cum into my mouth.  I finally got to taste his cum and it
was superb.  Before I swallowed it, I swirled it all around
my mouth so I could enjoy it as long as possible.  He was so
grateful for the intense pleasure I had given him he
caressed the top of my head as I licked up every drop of the
spilled cum in his bush.

As a reward, he rolled over and put his hairy armpit in my
face and let me lick it out while I jacked off.  His pit
smell was real strong which caused me to experience an
incredibly intense orgasm.  I thanked Master Joe for his
gift and he rolled over and went to sleep.

Alan Waterman and I were in Master's home Saturday morning
doing the weekly cleaning while Master and his slave Karen
were out of town.  We had to do our work as quietly as
possible since Master Joe was still sleeping.  He got up at
about ten o'clock and came out of his room totally nude.  I
went to him, laid down on the floor and kissed his bare
feet.  He snapped his fingers and I got on my knees.  He was
glad that I was there because he had to take a piss.  I was
glad too because a Dom's piss should always be swallowed by
a sub.  He put his hands on his hips while I took his cock
and pointed it at my waiting mouth.  It started as a dribble
then became a torrent.  It was difficult to drink it so
quickly but I didn't want to waste any.  When he was
finished, I licked the last drop off and he moved on.

"Fix me some breakfast slave," he ordered.

"What may I serve you Sir?" I asked.  He ordered eggs,
bacon, toast and orange juice.  I immediately got to work
fixing breakfast for my Master.  There was no orange juice
in the house but I got some from mine.  As Master Joe ate, I
sat at his feet so I would be available to get him anything
he desired.  As he was getting dressed later he mentioned
that he was coming over for dinner at five o'clock and told
me what to cook.  He then took off in his Mustang leaving
Alan and I to finish our chores.

Master Joe walked in my house about a quarter of five that
evening.  I took my place at his feet.  He snapped his
fingers allowing me to resume the preparation of his meal.
I prepared two plates with New York strip steaks, mashed
potatoes and gravy and steamed broccoli.  I only took a half
steak for myself, saving the other half for if he wanted
more.  I served him his meal at the table and was about to
put mine on the floor when he stopped me.  As I held my
plate he pissed all over my food and said, "Now it's fit for
you."  I put my plate on the floor at his feet and ate my
dinner.  It was degrading to eat food that another man had
pissed on but Master Joe enjoyed exercising his power over
me so I was happy he did it.

As we were finishing up dinner, the phone rang.  It was my
first Master calling.  He told me that Clayton and his
brother were having a bunch of guys over to watch a pay-per-
view prize fight on his big screen TV and Master had loaned
me to them for the evening to help serve the guests.  He
told me to call Clay at home to find out when I was supposed
to be there and what to bring.  He also admonished me to
follow all instructions from Clay and his brother as if it
was he was giving them.  I promised I would.

After I got off the phone with Master I called Clay.  He
told me to show up at 7:30 and to wear a cock ring.  That
made me a little uncomfortable.  I knew I would be working
naked.  I had never worn a cock ring but I understood their
purpose.  My little dick was going to be on display at the
party.  I would have to run to the sex store to buy one.

I arrived at Clay's house right on time.  His house was
north of the city in the country.  It was a ranch style
house on a beautiful setting along the Olentangy River.  He
had an enormous screened in deck in back that ran the length
of the house.  Clay introduced me to his brother Mark who
looked to be several years younger than Clay.  Mark smacked
me in the face for not kneeling before him.  I promptly
assumed my proper place.  They took my clothes and put me to
work getting the house ready for the party.  It looked like
they were expecting a crowd as they had many cases of beer.

The guests started arriving around eight o'clock.  I
recognized a few of them as other personal trainers from the
gym.  Many of them weren't surprised to find a slave working
the party but they were still amused.  Clay and Mark must
have warned a lot of them in advance.  The rest were filled
in as they arrived creating a lot of laughter at my expense.
Fortunately after spending the summer working with Clay my
body was no longer something to be ashamed of.  I was lean
and pretty muscular thanks to all the hard work and Clay's
great coaching.

The party was focused in the living room while the fight was
on.  The guest kept me busy fetching them drinks and snacks.
A lot of them got a kick out of having a slave to order
around.  I always kneeled when serving one of the men.  They
seemed to like the respect I showed them.  Some would smack
me in the ass or flick my little cock which stuck straight
out in front of me thanks to the cock ring.  It was the most
humiliated I had ever felt.  After all, I was the only naked
person in a party of over thirty mostly good looking
athletic men.  It was like one of those dreams where you
realize you're naked in a public place.  The difference here
though, was it was real.

After the fight was over, the party moved out to the deck.
They kept me running as I served them their drinks and
snacks.  With the fight over I became more of the focus of
the party.  At one point they made me stand on a table in
the middle of the crowd while they made fun of my little
dick and made comments about how low a man had to be to
voluntarily be another man's slave.  I wanted to cover
myself but knew that wouldn't be proper conduct for a slave.
I finally reminded myself that humiliation is just part of
being a slave and that made me feel better.

As the night progressed the alcohol flowed.  The guests were
having a great time and feeling no pain.  Pretty soon they
broke out the weed and started smoking.  Mark came in and
gave me a beer and a pill.  "Swallow that," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Shut the fuck up slave and do as you're told," he snarled
smacking me again.  I swallowed the pill with a mouthful of
beer.

"That was a tab of XTC," he said.  "It will put you in a
nice place.  You'll feel all the sensations tonight but lose
your inhibitions."  I went back to work running drinks to
the guests.  After about twenty minutes the XTC kicked in.
Mark was right.  I lost all my inhibitions.  I suddenly had
no problem with being naked among all these strong men.  I
actually wanted them to look at me.  I felt great.

Mark observed the change in my demeanor and started the
entertainment.  He took me to the center of the deck and put
me down on my knees and tied my hands behind my back.  It
didn't occur to be to be concerned with this development.
Mark then pulled up a chair, kicked off his sandals, stuck
his foot in my face and told me to get to work.  With an
audience of over thirty, I stuck my tongue out and started
licking his feet.  He moved them all around and I just
licked whatever was in my face.  The audience was getting a
big kick out of the show and making a lot of degrading
remarks about how low I was.  When Mark decided his feet
were clean enough he stood up, dropped his shorts and put
his cock in my face.  I just continued licking.  I was
really enjoying myself and thanks to the wonderful drug Mark
had given me I didn't feel a bit of embarrassment.  I wanted
everyone to see what a cocksucker I was.  Eventually Mark
got to the main event and started fucking my face.  Mark's
cock was a lot like Clay's and it was a pleasure sucking on
it.  Mark soon got a pained look on his face and I felt him
shudder as his cum passed through his dick into my mouth.
Mark ordered me not to swallow.  I had to open my mouth and
show all the guests that it was full of cum.  Satisfied,
Mark made me swallow his creamy load.  The guests groaned,
hooted and clapped.  He cleaned himself off on my face and
announced that I was available for anyone to use any way
they wanted.

It started slowly at first but as more beer was consumed and
more pot was smoked, more and more of the guests used me.
And the more they used me the more I wanted to be used.  I
sucked big cocks and little cocks, fat ones and thin ones.
I licked smelly armpits and dirty feet, sweaty assholes and
rock hard asses.  I drank acid piss and kissed smelly feet.
I had my face shoved into more crotches than I could count
and I loved every minute of it.  Mark had turned me into a
cheap slut for all to use.  Over the next several hours I
blew almost everyone at the party multiple times.  I even
gave the pizza delivery man a blow job in lieu of a tip.  I
swallowed an incredible amount of cum and was wearing more.
I was nothing more than a sex toy for a crowd of men.

The party wound down around two o'clock.  The XTC was
wearing off and I was exhausted.  Clay cut me loose and I
worked my arms and legs to get the blood flowing again.
When I got home a little before three I collapsed in my bed
without even taking a shower.

I woke up about 9:00 Sunday morning.  I smelled so bad I
couldn't stand myself.  I couldn't get in the shower fast
enough.  I had dried cum caked in my hair, on my face, on my
back, well I guess I was covered in it.  While the water was
refreshing me I reflected on the previous night.  I tried to
analyze whether I was such a slut because of the drug or
because that was my natural tendency.  I couldn't come up
with a clear answer.  I doubted that it was the drug as even
a day later I knew I would be willing to do it again.  I had
pleasured a lot of men and for that I was proud.

Master Joe called me at about ten and told me had to take a
piss.  I got dressed and headed over to relieve his
pressure.  "Don't keep me waiting when I have to piss," he
said as I walked in his bedroom.  I don't think it took me
three minutes to get there.  He was still in bed and
apparently wasn't ready to get up.  He just moved over to
the side of the bed while I took the head his cock in my
mouth and he let go with a full bladder of urine.  He let a
long sigh of relief and said, "Man, it's great having a
portable toilet when you don't want to get up to take a
piss."  When he was finished, he just turned over and went
back to sleep without another word.  I silently let myself
out and went home.

About four-thirty Sunday afternoon, Master Joe walked in my
house.  Even though he was sweaty and dirty from a hot
afternoon of football practice he was still one of the most
handsome young men I had ever seen.  I never got tired of
looking at him with his broad shoulders, trim waist and
muscular arms.  I laid down on the floor at his feet but he
didn't stop.  He snapped his fingers and went to the bedroom
flopping himself down on the bed.  "Get your ass in here
cocksucker," he commanded.  "I'm exhausted," he said pulling
off his dirty t-shirt and throwing it in my face.  He put
his hands behind his head and said, "Give me a tongue bath."

I helped him out of his sweat soaked clothing which wasn't
an easy task since he was lying on them.  Then it was my
pleasure to bathe my Master.  I started with the soles of
his feet.  They were grimy and smelly from being in his hot
shoes all day.  I considered it an honor to lick the dirt
from his feet and between his toes.  When finished with his
feet, I worked my way up the muscular calves of his deeply
tanned hairy legs to his tree trunk like thighs licking the
dirt and sweat from every square inch along the way.  I
licked the sweat out of the pubic hair around his
magnificent set of equipment but he told me to save cleaning
the equipment until later.  As I worked my way up his
incredible eight pack abs, he occasionally chuckled a little
because he was a little ticklish.  The fine hair on his
abdomen got thicker as I worked my tongue up to his
powerfully built chest.  Then I lovingly licked his dark
half-dollar sized nipples.  I was the luckiest person in the
world right now.  I then moved to his armpits with their
expansive patches of hair.  They had a very strong masculine
smell from his afternoon of working out in the heat.  I
cleaned them thoroughly running my tongue lovingly through
all the pit hair then moved up his arms to his eighteen inch
biceps.  It amazed me how massive all the muscles were on
such a young man.  I was so proud of him.  I licked the
grime from his forearms then finished with his thick neck.
I didn't think it would be proper to lick his face without
his permission and I couldn't ask him because he had fallen
sound asleep.  I just sat and watched the movement of his
chest as he breathed deeply.  His face was calm and
beautiful.  As he slept, I sat beside him and gently
massaged his entire perfect body.

I was still watching over him when he woke up about an hour
and a half later.  He was feeling good and rested.  He
stretched his amazing body for a few minutes and got up.  I
told him that I hadn't licked his back but he said he didn't
have time right now.  The school year was about to start and
he wanted to get in all the fun he could before summer was
over.  He was going out with friends later and would no
doubt pick up a beautiful girl to fuck.  He went to the
bathroom and took a shower.  I didn't get to go in and bathe
him.  But I was on my knees when he came out with a towel
ready and dried his perfect body.

Before he left he told me to fix us some sandwiches for
dinner.  I fixed him two large sandwiches and one for
myself.  I set his plate of sandwiches on the table along
with a bowl of fresh fruit and his usual glass of milk.
Before I sat on the floor at his feet to eat when he took my
plate, opened the sandwich, hocked up some snot and spit in
my sandwich.  He gave it back and said, "Eat."  I sat down
and ate my turkey, roast beef and snot sandwich without
complaint.

Monday morning at the gym after Clayton's hard cock made me
hold my breath for the prescribed length of time but while I
was still on my knees with my face in his crotch, Clay asked
me how I liked his party.  I admitted that I liked it and
enjoyed being used and humiliated by all those men.  Clay
said, "I'll ask Paul when I can borrow you again and we'll
give you another try."

Master Joe was sitting on the couch Monday evening watching
a baseball game while I was trimming his toenails.  A slave
should always help take care of his Master's body.  During
the break in the action he said, "So do you like being a low
cocksucking slave?"

I was surprised at the question.  "Yes I do Master," I
submissively responded.

"Why is that?" he asked.  "It's hard to believe that any man
would sink so low."

"It's what I was born to do Sir," I answered honestly.
"Some men, like you and your father, were born dominant.
You were meant to rule lesser men.  Many others like me and
Allen were born submissive.  Nature intended for us to
serve.  I don't regret what I am.  It's the luck of the
draw.  Subs like me get their satisfaction in life by
serving men like you.  When you use and humiliate us, you
are giving us the greatest gift we could ever hope for.  I'm
never happier than when I'm serving you Master."

He thought about it a while.  He had a contented look on his
face like he owned the world.  "Lick my feet slave," he
said.

It was my pleasure.



Next part is in progress.
Thanks to those who have sent emails and suggestions.  It is
your comments that keep me writing.

I especially want to thank the Doms I've heard from.  It is
for your pleasure that I labor.  I am at your service.
tracy

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