"Now strip all your clothes and let me see what you look like, faggot."
I anxiously took my shoes and socks off, then my t-shirt and shorts, and finally put my thumbs inside the waistband of my pants and slid them down making my hardon slap my stomach. There I was in all my naked glory, I put my hands behind my head and cautiously looked at him to see what was next.
He laughed, saying "You're all the same - always arriving with a hardon. Can't wait to be used, eh? I'm going to enjoy breaking you in..."
I stood there not really knowing what to do and thinking maybe this was a mistake; I was nervous beyond belief but my dick was betraying my thoughts - it was still hard and leaking precum. When turned on my cock always leaks a lot, usually to the amusement of my dominator.
My mouth was a little dry and I was swallowing to try and take my mind off it.
"When you are in my presence, you look at the floor or my feet. You understand, fag?"
"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir".
I lowered my head slightly and look down towards his feet. He walked around me slowly and I could feel his eyes burning in my back, his breathing intensifying. Then a low moan of appreciation: "Hmmmm".
He was behind me and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. And then a low, gentle voice:
"Your arse looks like it is tight. You been fucked much?"
"Not as much as I would like, Sir". I thought he might reprimand me for being cheeky but he grunted a sort of laugh.
And then I felt his breath on the back of my ear: "Well, you won't be saying that before long, boy. You'll need to pass an initiation but it won't be like anything you have ever experienced before."
The anticipation made my dick ever more twitchy and I could feel a string of precum slowly falling to the floor. My mind was working overtime trying to think what that meant. My body started to shake a little. Sensing this, he reached around and gently placed a forefinger on one of my nipples. It was erect too and the touch made me let out a breathless sigh.
"Yeah" he whispered. "You need to try hard and please me and my friends".
He slowly circled my nipple, exciting me more and more then moved his hand down to the head of my cock. Circling the helmet, he coated his finger in my juice and them brought it up to my lips, gently wiped a finger on my top lip so all I could smell was cock and then forced the finger into my mouth so I could suck and lick it clean.
"Your cock doesn't interest me and my friends will not pay attention to it at all either. You need to remember that this is not about getting your rocks off, it's about you servicing me, my Paki friends and anyone else I decide. Right?"
"Hm hmm" I replied, still sucking on his finger.
He removed it from my mouth and then left the hall. I was sweating and my heart was racing. I was excited but strangely calm - it felt like this *was* was I needed after all.
I daren't look up. I wondered where he had gone but just as I was listening to hear for him, he came back into the hall. I could see he had removed his shorts and he was bare foot.
"Look up, bitch".
I slowly raised my head and in doing so, saw that he was wearing only a pair of seemingly very thing cotton pants, boxer briefs and a white cotton singlet. The contrast of his gorgeous skin against the cotton was intoxicating, especially as his biceps looked toned. The bulge in his pants was sexy as fuck - he appeared to have a heavy set of balls and a thick dick. I could easily tell his circumcised dick through the material.
His appearance was distracting enough that I almost didn't notice what he had in his hand and before I fully registered, his hands brought a slim dog collar up to my neck and wrapped it around my neck. As he fastened it at the back, his breath gently breezed against my face. The front had a d-ring and a leash attached to it.
"Good." he declared, pulling on the leash. "Now, come and show me what a good kafir you are" he said and led me into the lounge. I had no option but to follow, but did so willing and compliantly any way. We entered the room and he did an about turn, fed the leash between his legs and grabbed it with the other hand and tugged on it determinedly.
"On your knees, faggot"
I immediately sank and the effect of him pulling on the leash was that my face was pulled towards his genitals. He didn't stop until my nose was buried in his bulge and I instinctively sucked on the underlying balls and cock.
"Inhale" he barked.
I took a long, deep intake of breath and savoured his masculine smell, once more feeling my cock twitch. I put my hands behind his gorgeous thighs to steady myself and continued to nuzzle and inhale, making the sensation intensify each time.
I could feel his dick swelling and was on the verge of running my mouth up and down the cotton-imprisoned shaft when he pushed my head away. He sat down in the chair behind him, put his feet on my shoulders and as I looked to him for instruction, he said "Start kissing my feet, you Paki-loving kafir and start to learn your place". I initially thought he sounded aggressive but realised it was sexual tension and he started gently rubbing his dick through his pants as his head tilted back in the enjoyment of having a white faggot licking his feet.
I took his left foot from my shoulder and started to run my lips over it, kissing it and licking the skin. He was clearly enjoying my willingness to his subjugation over me. After a few minutes, he moved his other foot to my face so I could continue.
"Yeah, that's it, faggot".
I was in the moment and only momentarily brought out of my submissive trance when he pulled on the leash to get me to engage more. I jerked forward and instinctively brought my hands up to his legs to steady myself. In doing so, I stroked his calf muscles as I continued to service his feet.
My gaze moved towards him and I could see that his cock had got hard such that the head was protruding from the top of the waistband. He was slowly working his shaft still behind the material of his pants, making the helmet rudely appear and disappear with each stroke.
We were in a rhythm and seeing him enjoy my commitment to servicing him made me even more horny. I had lost any concept of time and continued as instructed until he pulled his feet from my face.
"Take off my pants, bitch" he ordered.
I leaned in and put my hands either side of his waist and grabbed the waistband of his pants. His legs over my shoulders, he lifted his arse slightly so I could remove his underwear and I slid them down his legs.
I was about to engage with his juicy dick but he once more pulled on the leash and brought my face up close with his balls. He kept his legs high and despite me going in to lick his balls, another tug on the leash meant that my mouth was now firmly between his arse cheeks.
"Get to work, you filthy dog. Get your Paki masters hole nice and wet".
I was in a frenzy - the muskiness of his crack combined with the filthy talk was too much and I enthusiastically went to work tonguing his hole, pushing my tongue repeatedly in and out of the hole.
"Oh yeah, this is what you were born to do, wasn't it, bitch?"
"Hng hmm" I mustered.
My hands now on his hips, I was fully immersed in the activity of rimming his hole and licking his crack and balls to the sounds of him enjoying having a dirty faggot bitch getting him off.
