Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 08:10:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service part 7

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 7

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I didn't hear from Chad for another couple of days, and then I got an email
from him on Thursday morning:

"I got a friend coming to visit this weekend.  His name is Danny.  I think
he would appreciate it if I let him use my cocksucker while he's in town.
Was thinking maybe you could stay here with us in the apartment while he's
around, so that he can get off whenever he wants.  You would have to agree
to be here the whole time and open your pussymouth whenever he wants a blow
job.  When you're not sucking cock you can just hang out here.  Be here at
8:00 on Friday and plan on staying until Sunday night when he leaves."

How much time did I spend considering this?  For a few seconds I worried
that maybe I wouldn't find this guy Danny hot enough to want to blow him,
but judging from the two friends of Chad's I'd already met and from Chad
himself, I felt pretty confident Danny was gonna be another stud.  Those
types always did seem to travel together.  If I got there and he wasn't hot
enough, I could always leave.  But the idea of being used as a cocksucker
for a whole weekend by two guys was just too enticing.  I boned up at the
thought of it, and knew I wouldn't be able to stay away.

Friday came, and I was mostly useless all day, unable to concentrate to get
any work done.  I could only imagine what lay in store for me.  Being used
as a cocksucker by two studs for an entire weekend: it was like my wildest
sexual fantasy was about to come true.  My dick was hard the entire day,
and it took all the willpower I possessed not to yank it out and jerk off
any number of times.  Finally by mid-afternoon I gave up trying to work and
decided to just go see a movie, any movie, to distract myself.  I walked to
the theater in my neighborhood, prepared to see anything just to occupy my
mind for a couple of hours.  The only thing starting then was what appeared
to be a dopey teen comedy, so I bought my ticket and prepared to put my
mind on hold.  The plan totally backfired, as the movie was about two
college dudes vying for the affections of the same sorority girl.  Both
guys were unbelievably sexy, and spent large stretches of the movie
shirtless, so of course my cock was pointing at the ceiling the whole
fucking movie.

Back at home I ate a light supper and then took a long, hot shower.  I
arrived at Chad's a few minutes early.  Chad pulled back the door and gave
me a penetrating look.  "What's this?" he asked, gesturing towards me.

I looked down at myself, confused.  "Huh?"

"What's with the clothes?"

I looked down again.  I was wearing my nicest pair of jeans and a crisp
button-down short-sleeve shirt.  "What do you mean?"

"You look like you're dressed up to go out.  You understand what's going to
happen this weekend, right?  You're not going to go out.  You're going to
stay inside this apartment the whole time, waiting for one of us to use
that hole in your face.  I don't see why you're dressed like you're going
somewhere nice.  You should be dressed to get covered in cum."  Chad
pointed down the hall.  "Why don't you go upstairs and change into
something more suited to your purpose?"  I turned and started to walk down
the hall.  "Oh, and by the way, leave your phone in your apartment.  I
expect to have your undivided attention all weekend, no distractions."

Back in my apartment, I swapped my outfit for a plain T-shirt, a pair of
athletic shorts, and flip-flops.  I didn't quite imagine that I wouldn't
leave the apartment the whole weekend, but I could always come back up to
my place to change whenever I wanted to.  I thought about taking my phone
with me anyway, but since I no longer had any pockets I would have had to
carry it and Chad would have seen it, so I left it behind.

When I knocked this time, he let me in with a grunting nod of approval.  I
dropped my keys on his counter as he told me to go sit in the living room.
I sat down on the couch and then Chad came in, grabbed my shirt and yanked
on it.  "I meant on the floor, bitch."  He pulled me down onto the floor.
"You're not here to be our friend.  You understand that, right?"  I nodded.
"Then just stay down there until you're needed."

He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, no belt, and a loose T-shirt.  His
beautiful bare feet jutted out from his jeans.  I looked him up and down,
starting to bone up a little, and he snickered and kind of smiled a small,
crooked grin and walked out towards his bedroom.  When he reentered, he was
carrying a thin leather belt.  He came over next to me and pushed hard on
my shoulders, pushing me face first down onto the carpet.  Then he knelt
beside me and yanked my arms tight behind my back.  "As a matter of fact, I
need to make sure you behave, treat my friend right."  He started to wrap
the belt around my wrists.  "I can't have you disrespecting him by pushing
him away while he's fucking your face, now can I?"  He tied the belt
firmly.

Then Chad stood, his bare foot right next to my face, which was turned to
the side on the carpet.  He rubbed his foot on my face for a minute and
then held it up over my mouth.  "Lick my foot to show you understand and
will do what you're told."  I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, but
he pulled his foot away.  He held it up in the air a few inches from my
face.  I craned my neck again to reach it, and then slid my body along the
floor to get to him.  Just as my tongue was about to make contact he pulled
away again.  I looked up at his face, and he shook his head.  Then he just
planted his whole foot on my face and pushed hard, driving my face into the
carpet.  He gave it a hefty amount of his muscular weight and laughed
again.  He stepped off me and stood so that I was looking right into the
tops of his feet.  I watched them recede into the distance as he backed
away.  He threw himself down into the chair across from the couch, and
said, "Get up on your knees, cocksucker."

I started to pull myself up onto my knees, which was made difficult because
my hands were tied so firmly behind my back.  I swung myself around into a
sitting position, and then vaulted myself up on my knees.  But just as I
was pulling my body up I lost balance and fell against the couch, and
without the ability to brace myself, then right back on the floor.  Chad
burst out laughing.  "That's pathetic, bitch.  You can do better than
that."  I tried again, and this time, more accustomed to the effect of
being tied up, I pulled myself onto my knees no problem.  Chad wandered off
into the other room, and I was left to just kneel on the floor and do
nothing.  I started to wonder if maybe things might get a little out of
control, especially now that Chad had discovered a taste for tying me up.

About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door.  From where I was
sitting I couldn't see them greet each other at the door.  They entered the
living room together, Chad in front.  Danny lumbered in, and my cock
bounced.  He was tall and lean, clean-shaven, smooth skin.  He was white
with surprisingly tanned skin for still early in the summer. He had medium
length chestnut brown hair, mostly straight but it kind of curled away from
his face at the tips, giving him a boyish, Greek-god kind of look.  He wore
a pale yellow loose T-shirt, draped over an athletic, muscular torso whose
nipples faintly poked into the shirt.  He had a trim waist and long legs,
and was wearing jeans and running shoes.  Another hunk to make my mouth
water.

He stopped when he saw me kneeling on the floor and pointed.  "Hey," he
said to me, and then looked over at Chad.  "Who's this?"

Chad got this big, dopey grin on his face and then walked over and stood
next to me.  He put his hand on my head.  "This is my cocksucker.  You can
use him whenever you want this weekend.  That sound good?"

Danny broke out into a big smile.  "Fuck yeah!" he said and then high-fived
Chad.  "Is he any good?"

"He's okay," Chad said.  "He loves cock, that's for sure.  His extreme
willingness compensates for his imperfect talent."

Danny stood in front of me, looking down and smiling.  The last time Chad's
friends walked in while I was in the floor I got to suck off two total
studs, so I was feeling pretty excited myself about what was to come.  "Can
he deepthroat good?"

"He fucking lives for it.  Hey, cocksucker," Chad said to me.  "Tell Danny
what is your favorite thing in the world."

I thought for a long second and then decided to give him a totally honest
answer.  "When Chad cums all over my face after fucking my mouth."

"Sweeeet," Danny exclaimed.  "I am, as you know," he said to Chad, "between
cocksuckers right now."

"Yeah, that's why I thought you might want to have one to use for the
weekend."

"Good thinking, my man," Danny said, and gave Chad a playful punch in the
shoulder.  I watched the muscles of his arm when he reached out, the way
the sleeve of his T-shirt pulled back and more of his bicep was visible.
My dick got a little harder.

Danny kicked off his sneakers and sat in the chair.  "So he likes it when
you cum in his face, huh?"

Chad nodded.  "Oh yeah.  It's quite fascinating, really.  As soon as my cum
hits his face, he starts moaning like you wouldn't believe.  As if he were
the one who is getting off."

"Well, your cocksucker is definitely in for a big treat then.  I pretty
much always shoot my load on my bitch's face after I am done getting my
dick sucked.  And I shoot big loads, just so you know."

"Cool.  You want him to blow you now?"  Chad snapped his fingers and
shouted at me.  "Faggot!  Get over there and beg Danny to fuck your face."

I scooted over on my knees, unable to crawl with my hands tied behind my
back.  It took just a few seconds for me to reach Danny, who was staring
down at me with a curious and superior expression.  When I reached him I
stared at him for several seconds.  He had the classically handsome
masculine features, with just a suggestion of prettiness, that resulted in
an almost implausible beauty.  His arms were outstretched along the squared
arms of the leather chair, so I could see the full breadth of his muscular
chest and upper arms.  His legs were splayed wide, so his bulge was
prominent in his jeans, making me wonder if he was hard at all.  I slowly
dropped my gaze from his face to his crotch, lingered there for a moment,
and then looked back up into his face.  "Can I please suck your cock?"

"Pfft," he said to Chad.  "That's his idea of begging?"

"Yeah, well, one of his many faults is he doesn't always follow
directions."  Chad walked over to me, grabbed me by the back of the neck.
"Come on, faggot, let's see some proper begging."  He pushed my head down
hard, and with no way to brace myself I fell forward, my face colliding
into one of Danny's legs before I ended up prone on the carpet.

Face-down on the floor, looking to one side, pretty much all I could see
was Danny's sock-covered foot a few inches away.  I scooted towards it,
lifted my head, and kissed his foot.  "Please Danny may I suck your cock.
You're obviously a total stud who deserves to get his cock sucked when he
wants it, and I would love to give you a blow job right now."  I kissed his
foot while I spoke.  "You can fuck my throat as hard as you want.  I'll
take your cock however you want to give it to me.  Please let me blow you."

Danny lifted his foot up and used it to push my face down into the carpet,
holding his foot over my face.  This made it impossible for me to speak, so
I went quiet.

"Actually, Chad, not really into that now.  I'm starving though, and could
use a shower."

"No prob, man.  How about you grab a shower and then we'll go out and get
something to eat?"

"Sounds good."  Danny reached down and peeled off the sock from the foot
that was on my face.  "I hate to disappoint your cocksucker, after he
begged me and all."

"Ha.  Don't give it a second thought. Seriously, who gives a fuck about his
disappointment?  You can always leave him a sock instead."

Danny leaned down and rolled me over.  I looked up into his upside-down
face; he had his sock in his hand.  "Open up, bitch."  He placed the sock
against my lips, which I parted only slightly, and then he began to push
the sock in.  The sock was quite rank, so I turned my head away, tried to
spit it out, but Danny would have none of that.  He grasped my head tightly
with his big, meaty hand and held me steady as he forced the sock all the
way into my mouth.  I gave up trying to fight him off, and so I was left
with his sock completely in my mouth, puffing out my cheeks.  Danny wadded
up his other sock and dropped it on my face, pressing it tightly against my
nose.  "Okay, Chad, gonna hit the shower now," he said.  He stepped on my
chest as he walked out.

Chad came over and knelt next to me.  He pulled the sock off my face.  "I
saw that, cocksucker."

"Mmm?" I asked.

"Spit that out, you stupid bitch."

I tried to expel the sock, but it was difficult, and then Chad grabbed it
and yanked it all the way out of my mouth. I took a deep breath.  "What do
you mean?"

"You tried to resist when Danny was offering you his sock.  Don't disobey,
faggot," he said sternly, and then hocked up a wad and spit in my face.  It
hit me in the nose and cheeks, and I felt it start to drip down the side of
my face as Chad stood and moved off.  A few moments later Danny's voice
came from the doorway.

"Hey, forgot to ask, where's the towels at?"

I rotated my head to the side.  Danny was standing at the edge of the room,
completely, gloriously naked.  He was stretching, had one hand on the back
of his neck, which made for a good view of the muscles of his arm and
around his pit, which taunted with just a hint of dark hair.  His chest was
smooth and muscular, perfectly formed pecs, and a totally flat stomach with
just a light dusting of brown hair at its base, and those slim hips that
were lacking in any fat at all.  And then: a very large cock and two big,
low-hanging balls swinging in front of him.  His legs were sturdy and
muscular, the thighs of a wrestler and the calves of a cyclist.

I think I may have moaned or whimpered a little when I saw him, because
Chad burst out laughing.  I didn't care.  There was an unbelievably studly
naked hunk just a few feet away from me, with a huge cock I suddenly had to
get into my mouth.  I started to make my way towards him, pulling my body
across the floor.  This made them both laugh.  "Oh, dude," Chad said as he
walked towards him, "you got the faggot all worked up."  As he crossed over
me on his way to Danny, Chad stepped on my face.  Not in a way that hurt at
all, but in a way that made it clear I should forget getting what I want.
"I'll show you where."  And then they were both gone.

When Chad reentered a few minutes later, he came right over to me and sat
on my chest.  "You know what?  I think I'd like to blow a quick load."  He
pulled open his jeans and yanked out his cock.  It was completely soft.  He
rubbed it against my lips and nose, jerking it a little.  I felt its weight
start to increase against my face.  As it stiffened, Chad slapped me in the
face with it.  I looked up into his face, he was half-smiling,
half-sneering.  He slapped my face with his cock some more.  My tongue
darted out, trying to get a taste.  This made him laugh and snicker.  He
leaned forward and spit in my face, banged my face with his cock a couple
of times, and spit on me again.  He held his cock in front of my mouth, and
when I lifted up to lick it, he pulled it away and then slapped it against
my cheeks.  He rubbed his cock all over my face, the head in my eyes, as it
was now getting pretty stiff and long.  He rested it against the length of
my face and placed a hand atop it, to hold his cock down against my face.
The base was just at my lips, so I stuck out my tongue to lick a little.

Chad placed his dick in my mouth.  I began to suck.  He began to fuck.  He
lifted himself off my to angle his body better so he could fuck my mouth.
I lay there, and got face-fucked.  Chad reached down and picked up one of
Danny's socks.  He pressed it down against my face, holding it tight so
that it covered my nose.  Since he wasn't taking his cock out of my mouth,
my only choice was to breathe through my nose, which meant I got whiff
after whiff of Danny's feet.  It was a strange sensation, like being
dominated by someone's feet and dick at the same time.

When he tired of that, Chad threw the sock away and began to fuck
seriously.  I could tell this would be one of his all-fuck, no-suck
sessions, where he just fucked my face until he was done, and really my
only possible activity was to open my throat and try not to choke or gag.
When he was ready, he pulled himself off me, grabbed his cock, and shot his
load into my face.  Cum landed on my forehead and hair, across my nose and
cheeks, and over my lips and chin.  He wiped his dick off on my shirt, and
left the room.

I lay on my back and took stock.  In less than one hour, I'd been tied up,
made to beg and kiss a stud's feet, had a sock stuffed in my mouth and
nose, had my face spit on, been face-fucked, and got a huge facial.

My cock was rock hard.

Danny came back in the room, now dressed smartly in jeans and a stylish
button-down shirt, untucked.  He went to the kitchen for some water, took
no notice of me.  Chad's cum was still pooled on my face.  A minute or so
later Chad walked in, also dressed nicely.  They started to chat about
dinner options, and then, just like that, they left.

After what Chad had said when I first arrived, I wasn't that surprised that
they just left me here, but I hadn't anticipated I'd be abandoned so
quickly with a load of cum on my face and my hands tied behind my back.  I
lay there for a couple of minutes.  My dick was hard and I wanted to get
off.  But my hands were tied behind my back, so that limited my
options. And, besides, I was hoping they would come back from dinner in the
mood for blow jobs, so I didn't want to cum myself just yet.

When they finally did come back, it was many hours later, during which
Chad's cum had dried on my face and I had drifted in and out of sleep lying
on the floor.  I think it was the middle of the night by the time they came
back.  They stumbled in, laughing and talking loudly.  Danny looked over at
me and said, "What's up, bitch?"  He bit the word "bitch" off hard and it
hung in the air.  I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer so I didn't say
anything.

"What you been doing?  Thinking about sucking cock, probably, right?"

"Yeah," I said.  "I've been thinking about sucking your cock."

"Well, good news, cocksucker!  I'm gonna let you blow me!"

Danny reached down and grabbed me by my shoulders.  "Get on your knees,
cocksucker," he said as he pulled me up.  I swayed, trying to get my
balance up on my knees with my hands tied behind my back.  He put both
hands on the back of my head, grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pulled me
hard into his crotch.

After he rubbed my face back and forth across his crotch for a few minutes,
he pulled down his jeans and shorts.  His dick was half-hard already.  He
slapped me in the face with it a couple of times.  I must have moaned
without realizing it, because he burst out laughing and said to Chad, "Your
cocksucker seems to really like dick."

I heard Chad from somewhere behind me.  "Sucking cock is the sole reason
for that bitch's existence."

Danny placed one hand firmly across the back of my neck and pulled on my
hair with the other.  He turned my face partially sideways and slapped my
lips with his dick a few more times and then pushed it in.  Danny used both
his hands on the back of my neck to push my head up and down as his cock
forced its way into my mouth.  He started to face fuck right away.  I did
my best to keep up with his relentless pace.  He was swaying a little bit
as he pounded my mouth with his cock.  Probably from being half-drunk.

With his strong hand cupped around the back of my neck Danny was able to
maneuver my head wherever he wanted it as I sucked him off.  That mostly
consisted of pushing his cock all the way down my throat, holding it there
for a couple of seconds, pulling it almost all the way off, and then
pushing my neck forward until his cock was lodged in my throat again.  A
few times he yanked it all the way out, plopped his balls in my face,
saying "lick those nuts, bitch," while he rubbed his dick across my
forehead.

There was no warning before he came -- he was fucking my face, and then
moved both hands to the back of my neck and pushed down as hard as he
could.  His cock was all the way in, my face totally crushed up against his
midsection as I felt his body convulse and his cum shoot straight down my
throat.  He was a quiet cummer, didn't make a sound, and when he was spent
he slipped his cock out of my mouth and threw himself backwards into a
chair.

I knelt there, breathing heavy, licked my lips where I could taste a little
pre-cum.  I swiveled around to look at Chad, who was sprawled on the couch.

"Think he wants more cock," Danny said.

"Forget it, faggot, not in the mood."  Chad said.  "I'm beat.  Gonna turn
in."  He stood and started to walk past me, looking down on me.  "Guess
that load I dropped on your face dried up, huh?  You want another faceful
before you go to sleep?"

"Yes, please," I said.  He was such an unbelievably beautiful specimen of
manhood that I couldn't help but look up at him worshipfully.

"Fuck, bitch."  Chad placed a hand against the side of my face and pushed
hard.  I fell over onto my side on the floor.  "I just told you to forget
it, you stupid faggot."  He leaned over and hocked up a big wad of spit
into my face.  "Guess that means you want the alternative option."

"What's that?" Danny asked.

Chad laughed.  "Grab his legs, I'll show you."  He reached down and pulled
my shoulders and Danny grabbed my legs and they lifted me up.

"Where are we going?"

Chad backed his way out of the living room.  I assumed he was carrying me
into his bedroom, but then he stopped at the bathroom and turned in there
instead.

I started to say, "Wait, what--"

"Shut up."  Chad said.  Then, to Danny, "let's put him in the tub."

They lowered me into the tub so that I was lying down, my hands behind my
back, my head propped up against the wall of the tub.

Chad unzipped his fly.  He was totally soft.  "Ah," Danny said.  "I got
it."  He pulled down his jeans and hooked his shorts under his balls.  His
dick was still a tiny bit hard.

"How many beers did you have?" he asked.

"Uh, I don't know, six or seven?"

Chad chuckled.  "Get ready, bitch."  He started to piss first.  He aimed it
at my chest, soaking my T-shirt, as I watched the strong stream pour from
his cock.  Then Danny started in too, his piss joining with Chad's as it
splashed all over my body.  Chad was the first to make his way up my chest
and neck and then start pissing right into my face.  I had to close my eyes
as the force of the liquid was strong, hitting me straight on in the face.
Then I felt more of it, as Danny also began to piss all over my face and
hair.  It seemed to go on forever, I guess from all the beer they'd had.
When it started to trickle off I opened my eyes.  Danny was still going,
and he swung his dick back and forth so that his piss went all over my
body, from my hair down to my legs.

Chad was smiling.  "Okay, bitch, time for bed."

I looked up at him.  Did he really expect me to sleep in the tub, soaked in
piss and my hands tied?  He must have read my mind, because he leaned over
and said.  "You're gonna sleep here tonight.  I don't want some pissy fag
dripping on my floor."  He spit in my face to emphasize the point.

Then they were gone, and I was left there.  A faint light from the hallway
shone through the partially opened door.  I knew it was already very late,
so I wondered how long I would have to stay like this.  It was very
uncomfortable, but eventually I drifted off.

I awoke with a start as the light flicked on.  Danny stumbled into the
room, heavy-lidded, not yet awake.  He was wearing only boxer briefs.  I
drunk in the sight of the fantastic muscular, toned chest.  He stepped over
to the toilet and lifted the lid.  Then he turned, saw me in the tub, and
said, "oh yeah, right."  He stepped over towards me, and unloaded his
morning piss across my face instead.  I closed my eyes as he drenched my
face in the forceful spray, getting it all over my lips and nose,
splattering across my forehead, and soaking my hair.  It went on for
several long moments, until I opened my eyes thinking it was over, and saw
Danny giving his cock a slight tug, which brought forth another, less
intense river of piss to cascade down my face.

When I opened my eyes again, Danny was lumbering out of the bathroom, and I
checked out his smooth, muscular back and the perfectly round, hard globes
of his ass, trying to blink away the drops of his piss falling into my
eyes.  I really wanted to just wipe my face, but pulling tight on my arms,
still tied behind my back, of course brought no relief.

A few minutes later I heard voices in the hallway, and then Chad entered.
He was shirtless, wearing gray cotton gym shorts only.  As great as Danny
had looked in his near-naked state earlier, nothing could compare to Chad's
flawless physique.  I started to bone up just seeing him standing over me.

"Morning, bitch.  Ready to get pissed on?"  Chad pulled down his shorts and
grabbed his dick.  He held it out for a few seconds, I just gazed up at
that cock I loved, and his beautiful torso and face in the background.
Then all at once it started, strong right from the outset, and hit me
straight on in the nose, splashing all over my face.  I closed my eyes, and
just took it.  A long minute of Chad's piss covering my cheeks, lips, nose,
eyes, forehead, chin, neck, ears, and hair.  He aimed it just about
everywhere above my shoulders until every part of my head had received a
thorough dousing.

When he finished, he walked out without a word.  It was probably about ten
minutes later when he came back in.  Ten minutes of stewing in the
aftermath of the morning piss of two studs.  My face was still shining and
my hair still piss-damp.  He was carrying a towel and a pair of athletic
shorts.

Chad came over to the tub.  "Roll over," he said, and I did.  Chad reached
down and untied my arms.  I rolled back over, rubbing my forearms, which
were quite sore.  Chad threw the belt onto the bathroom floor.  "You can
clean yourself up now.  There's a pair of my gym shorts to wear, you
obviously can't put these clothes back on.  And wash out the tub while
you're at it, get rid of all that piss."  He closed the door behind him as
he left.

I lay there for a few minutes, as my arms slowly started to return to
normal.  Every breath I took smelled a little bit of piss.  I reached down
and rubbed my cock.  It was surprising that closing my eyes and remembering
the sensations and sounds of Chad pissing in my face was making my dick
hard, but sure enough, it was.  For several minutes I jerked my cock, and
then eventually decided the weekend was still early, and I didn't want to
cum yet.  I took a very long shower, cleaning myself as completely as I
ever had, and relaxing and gathering my thoughts.  I was losing my sense of
time, but I might have been in there for a half-hour or longer.

When I was clean and dry, I reached for the shorts Chad had brought in.  I
boned up a little thinking about him wearing them, and brought them to my
face for a good whiff, but they just smelled like fresh laundry.  I put
them on and walked out.

The smell of bacon from the kitchen made me realize how hungry I was.  Chad
and Danny had finished eating, and were just getting up from the table as I
entered.  Chad pointed at the stove.  "There's eggs and bacon for
breakfast.  I'm going to get dressed."

I wolfed down my breakfast, occasionally looking up from my plate so I
could ogle Danny's bod as he sat in the living room chair reading a
magazine.  We made no conversation.  Chad came back in and sat on the sofa.
"What do you want to do today?"

"I dunno, dude.  Maybe see a movie?  Hang out?"

They continued with their conversation, I finished my breakfast, and I
wasn't sure what to do.  They weren't exactly including me, but I was still
there.  I decided to take a chance and walked into the living room, sat on
the couch next to Chad.

Chad slowly swiveled his neck to look at me.  He snorted.  Pointed at the
floor in front of the couch.  "Get the fuck off, faggot."  I slid off the
couch onto the floor.  He kicked me in the face lightly, then planted his
sock-covered foot on the back of my head and pushed down.  "I want to
stretch my legs.  Make yourself useful.  See if you can manage to be my
footstool without fucking up."

I scampered over and planted myself on my hands and knees in front of the
couch.  Chad leaned all the way back and stretched his legs out across my
lower back.  My arms were still sore from being tied up all night, so I
wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold myself up with his
weight on my back.

Danny said, "That looks comfortable."  I looked over, he was grinning
mischievously in the other chair.  Then he stood, walked over, plopped down
on the couch next to Chad.  "So," he said as he threw his feet up onto my
back, "have you bent this bitch over yet?"