Serving a Younger Master

I waited.  On my knees.  Naked.

I hated being naked. You see, I am old and fat and worst of all, I have a really small penis - maybe 3” hard. So being naked is particularly embarrassing for me.

But Sir had given the order, and that meant I had to do it. Kneeling inside my apartment door and waiting, door unlocked. Hoping that if anyone entered, it would be Sir that would come through the door, but knowing that there was nothing I could do about it. That if anyone knocked, I would have to say “come in” regardless.

I had been naked for two days now. Never leaving my apartment. It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t have floor to ceiling windows in my building. There wasn’t another building terribly close, and I am on the 35th floor, so probably no one could really see. Except when I sleep at night with a light on, naked on top of the blankets. It would be easier to see into the apartment from other buildings then. But that was what Sir told me to do, so I did it. It made it hard to sleep.

You ask why I did it. Well you haven’t met Sir. Of course neither have I, at least not in person. But I have talked to him on snapchat. And I’ve seen photos. Sir is half my age at 28. He is fit, somewhat hairy, probably 6’1”. He has a perfect beautiful cock that is about 8” and thick. So much bigger than mine. And those feet - big with long, slender toes. Yes, I love Sir’s feet. I can’t wait until I can taste those feet. But for that chance, I have to obey. So I do whatever I am told.

I heard some shuffling noise outside the apartment and tensed. I looked down because I knew I was not permitted to look in the eyes of a real man. I heard the door open and I held my breath.

I heard a chuckle and relaxed a bit because I knew it must be Master. Laughing at the pathetic pig in front of him. Looking down, I couldn’t see Master yet but knew he was there. I started to tense as I realized that I had not yet heard the door close, which meant that if anyone walked down the hallway, they would have a perfect view of the pig. I knew better than to say anything, but I couldn’t help but moan a little, which made Sir laugh again.

“Oh, doesn’t the piggy want his neighbors to see him. To know what he is.”

Still I waited. I had goosebumps. As I looked down, I saw Sir’s shoes come into the edge of my vision, but still the door was open and Sir said nothing. Suddenly, I felt a spray against my head and immediately I knew that Sir was pissing on me. Right there in the middle of my apartment. With the door open. I felt so low, so humiliated as the piss poured down my body and onto the floor.

Finally it stopped and Sir turned back and closed the door.

“Nice to meet you bitch. Why don’t you get down and lick the rest of that piss off the floor. Then go wash that pathetic body and rinse out your mouth before you serve me.”

I dropped my head and lapped at the pool of piss on the floor. It took me a few minutes to slurp it all up, but I did as commanded. When I finished, I started to get up to go shower, but I immediately felt a sharp slap to my head.

“Who told you to get up, bitch? Crawl. You can stand when you shower but then back on your hands and knees.”

I dropped back down and crawled to the bathroom and into the shower. I stood and quickly washed off the piss and rinsed out my mouth. Once I had dried off, I dropped back to my knees and crawled back to Master, who was now sitting naked and spectacular on the couch.

“Hey bitch. Get over here and clean these feet for me. I haven’t showered since I worked out and my feet are feeling ripe.”

Sir was right about that. I could smell them before I got close to them. But I found that smell intoxicating. I started on Sir’s right foot and licked from heel to toes. Then my tongue worked between each toe, going from big toe to little toe. I then worked back to the big toe, which I sucked into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it like a small cock. I pulled back and worked my tongue back over the arch of the foot and around the heel, tasting the sweat and grime that gave Sir’s foot that strong smell. I licked and sucked on the right foot for a good ten minutes before Sir slapped my face with his left foot to signal that I should switch.

So I put the foot down and moved to the left foot. I repeated the service for this foot, covering the sole and then making love to the toes and eating the sweat from between those long beautiful toes.

After another 10 minutes, I heard Sir say “Enough bitch. Now clean my pits.”

I crawled forward and buried my face in Master’s right pit. It was hairy and reeked of the sweat of a real man, and I loved it. My little dick was leaking precum. While I lapped at Sir’s pit and ate his sweat, Sir used his foot to swat at my little dick and tiny balls, making me grunt when he would get in a good kick. Before too long, Sir had me switch to clean the other sweaty pit. I knew I would smell like Master’s sweat for days. But the taste was incredible.

After Sir felt like his pits were sufficiently clean, he told me to get back down and clean my precum off his foot. I slid down and lapped my own pathetic juice off Master’s toes. As I was doing that, Sir was stroking his magnificent cock, and I was excited that I would finally get to taste Master’s big cock.

Sir laughed at me. “You pathetic piece of shit. You look so eager like you see a bone that you are going to get to play with. You think you’ve earned this cock? Fuck no you loser. You have so much more to do to prove yourself before you ever get to taste this cock. But what you can do is get up here and lick my sweaty balls while I jerk myself off. Move it bitch.”

I crawled up and buried my face in Master’s balls and began licking. The sweat here was especially strong, and I loved the taste. Master’s balls were heavy and full. I lapped lovingly at them taking them into my mouth and sucking the sweat off them.

Sir was plainly worked up and it wasn’t going to take him long to work out a load. He pumped his big cock with long strokes, getting faster as he got closer. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my face up and held it there. As Master did that, he pumped his cock until he was shooting his load all over my face, covering me in his cum. He shot at least six shots, leaving me with a good layer of thick juice all over my face.

When Sir was done shooting, he just relaxed while still holding my hair. Then he looked down at me and laughed again. “You look so good bitch. In fact, you look so good that you’re going to keep that cum right there. No washing it off until I give you permission to shower. Oh and I want you to be sure and go downstairs and check the mail in the next hour. You will wear my cum when you do it. And you will wear light gray sweatpants and a tight t-shirt that shows all your fat. Make sure it is a short t-shirt. And you will be barefoot. You whore. Maybe you’ll get lucky and no one will see you.”

With that, Sir got up and started getting dressed. “I have to go bitch. Keep checking your snapchat in case I have instructions for you. Stay naked other than when you go check the mail. Send me a photo every hour to show my cum still on your face. Now I have to go, but I need to piss first.”

Sir walked toward the bathroom, but turned instead to my bedroom. I had not moved, but I could hear his zipper come down. Then I heard piss raining down on my bed. It seemed to last forever, but eventually it stopped and Sir came back into the main room with his cock hanging out.

“Say goodbye to your true Master, bitch.”

“Goodbye Master Cock. Goodbye Master. Thank you for letting me serve you.”

Master walked out of the apartment, leaving the door open. I crawled over and closed it. And then I started to cry. But my little dick was so hard.