Lev the Landlord

Part 1

It was Friday evening: I was sat on the floor in the corner of the living room.  Lev and his friend Andriy were crashed out on the chair and sofa, drinking, watching TV. I was allowed to in the room to serve them, to fetch them beers out of the fridge and order pizza for them when they wanted to eat. 

I  glanced carefully over at Andriy. I didn't like him - last time we'd met he'd realised he could bully me - and I would have preferred it if he just ignored me this time.  He'd come straight to Lev's house from his job: his jeans and t-shirt were dirty and stained and his trainers were muddy. He was slight compared to Lev, short with dark hair, muscles toned from hard outside work.

When his beer was empty, Lev would grunt at me for a new one and I'd get it. That was fine, I was long past expecting him to say please and thank you. Andriy was worse, each time he emptied a can he made of joke of throwing it at me, aiming at my head. There was, "Hey little fucker" or just, "Cunt," and then the clatter of the can hitting me, or not. Then I'd go to the fridge and bring a new beer to him, as he sneered at me.

Lev and Andriy gamed, drank, and then as they got more drunk they shouted jokes at each other and watched shit videos of nearly-naked, fat-assed Eastern European girl bands. And when they got more drunk still their attention turned to me. 

Over the blaring television, Lev shouted, "Sam come here."  I was obedient, as I had been all evening and immediately started to stand up.

"No," he said, "You crawl."

Andriy laughed as I crawled the short distance across the room.

"Kiss my feet," Lev told me.

Lev was a hardened enough drinker that I don't think he was ever really out of it. I guessed what he was doing. He was  going to abuse me a bit to show off to his friend. And, doing that, he was going to reassure himself that there was nothing weird about the way he'd been treating me the last few weeks.

I obeyed, bending down to his feet and kissing them gently, enjoying as always any contact with his body, even through his socks, even in front of Andriy. 

Lev joked with Andriy as I did it, no doubt explaining what a faggot I was. After a few moments, he clicked his fingers and pointed to Andriy's feet. I crawled towards the other man. But I looked  at the muddy trainers. It wasn't fair that I'd be expected to kiss, lick those. Staying on my hands and knees I backed away.

Lev sighed, and grinned. He stood up and stepped towards me. He put one foot on the back of my neck, pushing my head to the ground, holding me in place. I felt him lean over and pull the back of my jeans down.

There was a deep sting as his hand caught my arse. Like most people I guess, I hadn't been spanked since I was a kid. It  was a shock.  

Andriy said something to Lev and the next thing was that I felt the back of my underpants pulled down too. The next slap stung that much more.

Waiting for each slap was the worst. Both the anticipation - each time he seemed to be getting better at it, going at it harder - but also the horniness of it. Lev was looking at, dealing with, my bare arse. I couldn't help picturing his muscled, hairy, tatooed arm, his wide hand coming down on my naked, vulnerable butt. I knew he was leaving deep red impressions of his palm on the pale skin. And I liked the pressure of his foot trapping my head, keeping me in place. My dick was hard.

So I did and didn't want it to stop. But after five or so slaps it was getting too much. I was whimpering, the sting in my ass cheeks building up to a constant burn. 

"Please Lev," I said. 

Lev  took his foot off my head.

"Are you going to Andriy?"

I thought about it, too long apparently, because there was another swipe across my left butt cheek. I whimpered again, and muttered, "Yes."

I pulled my pants up and crawled back to Andriy. I kissed the dirty trainers, first the left, then the right, tasting the grit and dirt on my lips. I could smell his feet, the sweat soaking his socks, through the shoes. I kept at it for a minute or two, until I could tell Andriy and Lev were bored of playing with me, they were focused again on the TV. I quietly retreated  to my corner. 

Soon, the mens' eyes were starting to close and they made moves for bed. Andriy was staying over. There were only two beds in the house so Andriy went to mine. I was on the sofa in the living room.

The next morning I went into the kitchen to make breakfast. The smell of coffee and cooking sausages soon got Lev and Andriy out of bed. They sat at the small kitchen table, looking hungry. When it was ready, I put their food down in front of them, then went to my own room with my plate, leaving them to it.  

The bed was messed from where Andiry had slept.  More, the stuff on my desk was messed up too. I noticed a drawer open and my wallet on top of the desk. The cards were there but all of the £60 of cash I'd had was missing.

I flew back to the kitchen in a rage.  I stood trembling, next to the table pointing at Andriy, on the verge of tears, dangling the empty wallet in my hand. I garbled, looking at Lev, "£60.. that fuck.. my wallet.. he took it."

Lev just seemed to see something funny in my quivering, red face, my anger. He spoke to Andiry, obviously asking about the money, and Andriy nodded. He had only the slightest look of guilt on his face. Lev put his hand out and Andriy fished money out of his pocket, put £30 into Lev's hand and then - when Lev still looked expectant - another £10. Lev let him keep the rest.

"See Sam, Andriy's only playing with you." Lev spoke to me like a kid, showing me the money he'd got back, before putting it into his own project.

"Say sorry, little fucker." Andriy added, helpfully.

Even though I'd got none of my stolen money back, I felt stupid. Still I wasn't going to say sorry to Andriy. I stared at the floor, silent. Lev, getting angry now at his breakfast being interrupted, sternly repeated his friend, "Say sorry." I still kept silent.

Lev slammed his chair back and stood up, towering over me. 

He didn't have to do anything else. Somehow, the fight completely went out of me. Maybe it was just that I'd slept badly on the sofa. But I knew I'd lost, that I was just going to obey, do more than obey. Almost without thinking, I dropped back to my knees. I crawled under the table and went over again to Andriy's feet. He was just in socks, the same faded-to-grey, stinking socks from yesterday. I kissed and licked them. I opened my mouth and tried to take his toes. It was a complete humiliation, that I was doing to myself.

"You want me fuck you bitch boy?" Andriy asked. He pushed his toes into my mouth, started thrusting his foot  in and out. At the same time he moaned "Uh, uh, uh," like he really was fucking, giggling as he did it. 

Lev chuckled too, and Andriy started thrusting his foot harder,  moaning louder and louder. Lev aded to the joke, spitting food as he talked about Andriy foot-fucking me, until soon the two of them were howling with laughter. I was dribbling, my mouth was full of  Andriy's bony toes and the bitter taste of his stale sweat. The joke took a long time to fade out, and I noticed that, even when it was over, Andriy made no sudden rush to stop me licking and sucking him through the fabric. Eventually he kicked me away, though, once he'd finished his food. It hadn't been like dealing with Lev, there was nothing sexy about Andriy's dirty feet. But still, somewhere deep within me, it had felt right to serve Andriy in front of Lev, humiliating myself even for his bullying friend.

Part 2

The following Saturday, Lev was in bed until midday and then, as soon as he got up, he sent me to my room and locked me in there. I didn't really mind, I didn't have anywhere to go, and it was his house after all. I just wondered what he had going on.

The doorbell rang shortly after. I heard Lev answer the door and a woman's voice respond. I recognised it as the same girl that had been round a month or so before. That time, Lev had rewarded me with a condom-full of his cum because I’d cleaned his room, before her visit.

This was some sort of early afternoon booty call. I heard them kissing almost immediately and then the door to Lev's room open.  I had long lost any pride when it came to Lev, so I didn’t think twice about putting my ear to the wall to hear what was going on.

Last time the girl had been round she'd stayed over and they'd fucked three times. This time it didn’t go so well. 

I heard her step into his room. “Jesus Lev it’s a pigsty in here."

Lev was an idiot, he must have known the girl was coming round. He only had to get up half an hour earlier and I would have cleaned his room for him, like the last time she’d been here.

There was a pause, I guess while they kissed some more. Then some muttering. 

I heard the girl complain again, “I know how to kneel down, you don’t have to push me.” 

And then again, “You could have had a shower.”

And then, “Babe it’s a nice piece you’ve got but you need to stop pushing that stink into my face.”

Lev muttered something that I couldn’t hear, but sounded like an order. I guessed it had a lot to do with the girl stopping talking and starting to take his dick in her mouth.

“Fuck you, babe,” she said. She wasn’t taking it.  

I heard a rapid scramble as she got off her knees, footsteps down the corridor and the opening of the front door. She’d left. 

He really didn’t know how to treat women. It was amazing she’d stayed so long last time. 

Lev slammed the door behind her, “Fucking bitch.” 

A pause. Then I heard him approach my door, unlock it, and then stamp back in the direction of the living room.

“Sam,” he yelled, seconds later, “Get here.”

After what had just happened, I would have liked to keep out of his bad-tempered way for the next few hours. But I did what I was told.  When I got in the living room, he was in his chair messing with his gaming/TV set up, a look of cold fury on his face.

I stood in the doorway unsure what he wanted.

“What?” I asked.

“Shut up.”

So I stood there in silence. 

After a couple of minutes he got the TV working. His usual type of porn appeared on the screen: one young woman pushing a thick dildo into the asshole of her friend. I guessed what I was supposed to do.

“Lev, can I lick your feet again, please.”

“Faggot.” 

But, having reasserted some of his masculine pride by insulting me, he pointed as his feet. I came over to him and got down on my knees.

I got on with my job. It was great to be so close to him, to feel him in my mouth, even if it was only his hairy toes. Once again, he was really letting me do this for him, helping him get off. But I was greedy. He’d wanted a blow job from the girl. Surely he’d realise that I could give that to him.

After a couple of minutes licking between his toes, I felt him shift and adjust in his seat. I knew I wasn’t allowed to look up, but I could tell he was pulling his dick out from his jeans, starting to wank.

I risked moving my mouth away from his feet. Desperate for his dick, staring at the floor, I just said, “Please, Lev.”

There was a pause, then, amazingly, it worked.

He reached down, grabbed my hair, pulled my head up to his lap.  He’d obviously got horny enough that he needed that blow job, and didn’t care even if it was me that was giving it.

He held my head in front of his crotch. He’d pushed his jeans and boxers down and his cock was straining before me, bursting from an untrimmed bush of dark wiry hair that spread up across the bottom of his belly and down onto the top of his thighs. The cock was straight, not super long but hugely fat. The thick veins I’d noticed before when he was soft, pissing, were now swollen cords twisting like snakes down the shaft. The broad head was still mostly covered by foreskin. I got what the girl had been complaining about: he obviously hadn’t washed down there recently and the smell was strong, the scent of dick overlaying the deeper musk of his sweaty, hairy balls.

He pulled his foreskin fully back, inches from my face. The wide, smooth, swollen head was beautiful. I felt dizzy with excitement, I'd waited so long for this. His cock and balls were so different to mine - the hair, the heavy balls, the thickness of his shaft - it must have been three times as wide as my prick. 

I was shaking and moaned slightly. Without even thinking, I went to take it into my mouth. It was all I wanted. But still holding my head by the hair, he held me off - kept me straining forward for it, without letting me have it.

With his foreskin pulled back, the dick smell was intense. The head was beautiful, but it was flecked with a few day’s worth of dick cheese and there was some slime from the last time he’d wanked. Before I met Lev I would have been disgusted. But he’d done something to me; changed me. Now the smell just made me want him more.

He held my by the hair with one hand, pulling his cock away from his belly with his other, slapping it against my cheek. Then he rubbed it all round my face putting the stink of his dick around my eyes, under my lips. He let go of my hair and grabbed my chin tightly. He forced his thumb into my mouth, pushing my tongue down. He used the other hand to guide his cock into the mouth-hole he’d created.  I almost came with excitement as I felt his dick hit the roof of my mouth for the first time. 

He got the back of my head and pushed me down onto him, not very far, a few times. He was just getting himself wet, warming himself up. I would have said he was teasing me but I knew he didn’t care how much I was enjoying it.

After a couple of minutes he pulled my head out of his lap and stood up from his chair, obviously ready to go for it properly. 

I was kneeling in front of him, inches from his crotch. But I didn’t have long to enjoy the view before he grabbed the back of my head hard, thrust his hips and hooked his dick back between my lips. With one further thrust, he pushed all of himself into me.  It more or less went in, but jammed at the top of my throat: though I’m a good sucker, it was impossible to take more, open my throat, when he was so thick, my lips were stretched so wide.

As he pulled back to the front of my mouth, I could barely think. It was so overwhelming, my mouth being so full, the strong taste of his dick and smell of his sweaty pubes and balls. 

And then it really began. Me getting properly facefucked for the first time. He thrust in again, then again, building up to a constant rhythm. Each time, when he was furthest inside me, he held it for a second, pushing his cock forward as hard as he could, trying to get my throat to open. 

Somehow his brutal hammering worked, and gradually I managed to get into the rhythm, was able to breathe through my nose a bit. That finally allowed his dick to go more into my throat; my nose to press into his thick, coarse, sweaty pubic hair.

And then the rhythm changed. He pushed himself fully into my now-open throat and held it there. He got both hands behind my head holding me tight onto his dick. The immensity of his cock blocked nearly all of the air coming in. My throat and mouth were convulsing which – for him – was probably squeezing his dick in new, pleasurable ways. I could feel thick strands of my spit and mucus trailing out of mouth as he held himself inside me.

I was coughing, choking, gagging, but I knew this was what I wanted, that it was what I needed more than anything.

He pulled the back of my head down, so I was looking up at him, at his unshaven, square, nearly-handsome, aroused face. I was staring up over his thick hairy chest, my mouth still full of his dick.  I only remember feeling like nothing. I was just an object to serve him, be filled by him. There was a snarl on his lips and, as he finally started to ease his dick back to the front of my mouth he dropped a thick ball of saliva down into my face.

Able to breathe a bit more, but still with my mouth full, I took in as much oxygen as I was able. He went for a quick, shallower pounding from then on, building up to cum. The taste of unwashed dick in my mouth had now been replaced by the salty taste of pre-cum and I knew he was getting close.

I would have liked him to finish in my mouth, but it wasn’t my choice. As his vast, hairy thighs tensed tight and he grunted so loud that the neighbours must have heard, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face; my face which was already dripping with his spit. It took a while: after three fast high pressure loads, I thought he’d finished but then he aimed several more thick squirts of cum into my eyes, my hair, onto my lips and chin. When he was finally drained, he allowed me a last suck to clean the head, then he pushed me away from his crotch. 

I knelt in front of him, scraping into my mouth the cum and spit that was dripping off my face, swallowing the warm, sour taste of him. When I was finished, I looked at the floor, not sure what to do next. I didn’t think I could bear it if he just sent me away. I felt like he entirely owned me. It had been rough but I would have done it again immediately, harder, if he’d wanted.

I took a risk and dropped back down onto the floor, to his feet. I took his toes back into my mouth, sucking on them like a baby on a dummy. I just needed to be with him, taste him, serve him for a bit longer.

I got more time than I expected. He sat down and moved onto a new porn video. Before long, though I was focused on his feet and didn’t look up, I could tell he was wanking again. It was a slower job this time and it was perfect to lick across his feet as he gradually built up to shoot.

Once he’d cum a second time I didn’t push my luck. I just let his toes out of my mouth and sat up on the floor. Like he’d trained me to do last time, without looking at him I took my shirt off and offered it up to him so he could clean up his cum.

I asked, “Can I get you a drink, Lev.”

He grunted something that I understood to be “coffee” and after a few moments he threw my now- sticky shirt back at me.

When I came back with his drink he was gaming. I put the coffee on the table next to him and quietly left the room.