Down

‘Down’, he said as he walked in.

I got into position: on all fours, head bowed.

He walked past me into my living room.

‘Stay.’

I could hear the shuffling of items as he settled in.

‘Come boy’, he called from other room.

I crawled towards his voice and found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor.

‘Kiss my feet’, he said, as he washed his hands. As always, he hadn’t worn socks. His feet smelled of sweat and tasted of salt, mixed with the scent of fresh bleach from the recently cleaned bathroom floor.

‘Explain to me what you have been told to do’. His black trousers were already betraying his excitement as he unzipped.

‘Hold your dick in my mouth while you piss in the toilet sir.’

I held his dick in my mouth; it slightly hardened.

‘Maybe you’ll get lucky later boy’, he said, tucking his dick back into his boxers.

‘Undress me boy’.

I folded them as I removed them and handed them to him.

‘Down’, he said. I obliged as he placed the clothes on my back. ‘Go to the living room’.

I crawled in, careful not to drop the wallet he had propped on top of his boxers and jeans.

He took them off my back and set them aside.

‘Nibble my balls, boy’.

I gently pulled, tugged and grazed them with my teeth.

‘Get down to my ass’, he said as he lifted his legs. ‘Get your nose right in there’.

I felt the wind first. I retched as the smell finally hit me, a delayed reaction from his pucker to my nose. He pulled my face back up and shoved it on his cock, laughing. It was the place I would spend much of the next two hours, pulled off his cock only when he wanted to fart in my face.