Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2017 19:07:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service, part 12

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 12 (The Conclusion)

Apologies that it took forever to finish this final chapter.  This story
contains authoritarian themes.  If that doesn't interest you, please move
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All of a sudden, Chad shouted, "What the FUCK!"

He pulled his feet off me quickly and stood up.  I rolled to my side.
There, right next to my head, was Fag One kneeling. He had pulled his very
hard dick out of his sweatpants, and was jerking himself off.

Uh oh.

* * *

I scrambled to my knees, and hissed "put it away" to Fag One.  Chad grabbed
me by the hair and slapped me in the face.

Fag One stuffed his cock back into his sweatpants.  "Relax, dude," he said.
"I won't jerk off if you're gonna freak out."

Chad pulled me by the hair so I was looking up at him.  "Are you fucking
kidding me with this shit, faggot?"  He spat in my face, hard, twice, and
then slapped me again.

"I'm sorry, Chad," I said softly.  He slapped me and threw me down towards
the floor.

"This always happens with you, faggot."  I lay motionless on the floor,
looking up at him towering over me and glaring down to me.  "I'm having a
nice time, enjoying myself after a long week, and then you fuck it up.
Like you always do."

I slid towards him and licked the side of his foot in supplication.  He
kicked my face away, hard, in response.  "Sorry, Chad."

"I should just throw you bitches out of here.  For good."

Again I licked his foot.  Again he kicked me in the face.  "Please let us
make it up to you."

"Shut the fuck up."  He looked over at Fag One.  "You got anything to say
for yourself?"

"Whatever dude.  You want me to suck your dick, I'll suck your dick.  And I
won't jerk off.  You want to keep kicking that bitch in the face, go ahead.
I don't really care."

I thought Chad would erupt but instead he started laughing. He stepped on
my face.  "Heh, bitch.  Even other faggots think you should get kicked in
the face."  He stepped away, kicking my face one last time for good
measure, and threw himself back on the couch.  "Okay, here's what we're
gonna do.  You"--he pointed to Fag One--"you're a pretty good cocksucker,
better than that useless faggot, so I'm gonna let you blow me some more.
Don't take your fucking dick out again.  And you"--he pointed at
me--"you're a stupid bitch who always fucks up.  You can lick this other
faggot's feet while I decide whether or not to let you ever touch me
again."

No, I thought.  No.

Fag One looked at me and snickered.  Then he turned to Chad.  "Do you want
me to take my sneakers off?"

"I don't give a fuck," Chad said.

Fag One looked over at me.  "Nah."

Chad laughed again.  "Perfect."  He cupped his thick, meaty hand around the
back of Fag One's neck.  Pulled him down into his crotch in one swift,
continuous motion.  I heard the sound of Fag One gagging a little as Chad's
cock was forced into his mouth.

I was still lying flat on my side on the floor, and looked over at them.
Fag One was kneeling, bent towards Chad's crotch.  I slid a little closer,
very slowly, and then Chad kicked me in the side of the face for
encouragement.  "Get over there, bitch.  Start licking."

I moved over, got up onto my knees, bent over, and started licking Fag
One's sneakers.  I really had not expected that this night would end up
with me licking some other guy's sneakers, and inwardly I cursed this guy
who was ruining everything for me.  It was one of the stranger aspects of
my relationship with Chad (if you can call it that), that when he ordered
me to lick his sneakers, I would quite willingly kneel in front of him and
start licking his shoes.  Not only that, it made me bone up.  I got no
satisfaction licking some other guy's sneakers.  But I was quite
conditioned at this point to do what Chad ordered, so I kept licking, if
half-heartedly.

Chad had a decent enough view to what I was doing that he could determine I
was, as usual, failing.  Started berating me, telling me to keep my tongue
all the way out of my mouth, and to lick each shoe from heel to toe and
back again.  At one point, he stood quickly, pushing Fag One's head out of
the way, and came over.  He leaned down, and hocked up two huge wads of
spit, one each on Fag One's sneakers.  "Maybe the chance to slurp up my
spit is the encouragement you need to do a marginally decent job, faggot.
Get to it," he said, pushing down hard on the back of my head .

I licked up all of Chad's spit from Fag One's sneakers while he went back
to being blown.  Chad said to me, "You know what, bitch?  This is about
right.  A good illustration of your position.  All you are good for is to
lick the feet of the cocksucker who is blowing me."

Things continued like this for a while.  Chad would moan periodically, as I
guess the other guy was doing a pretty good job sucking his dick.  My face
was buried in sneakers, so I couldn't see anything, only hear the slurping
sounds.  I was surprised Chad hadn't come yet, from the sounds of things he
was really enjoying it.  I kept hearing in my mind Chad saying that the
other guy was a better cocksucker than I am, which made me want to get back
on that dick more than anything and prove him wrong.

"Okay, let's take a break," Chad said.  Fag One straightened up.

"I want my balls licked for a while.  Each of you take a ball, and start
licking."

I crawled around to the other side of Chad's legs, got up onto knees.  Chad
looked amazing, his arms bent with his hands clasped behind his head,
showing off his pits and the muscles of his pecs, his flat stomach, and his
rock hard dick pointing up to the sky. His big luscious balls hanging
there, making my mouth water.  I started to lean in towards them, and
feeling grateful to be relieved of my sneaker-licking duty, said "Thank
you, Chad, for letting me lick your balls."

Chad pulled his leg back, planted his big foot squarely into my face, and
pushed as hard as he could.  I went stumbling backwards onto the floor.
"Shut up, bitch.  Don't fucking talk.  I don't want to hear you."

I clambered back up to my knees, slowly bent towards him again, and when it
was clear he wasn't going to kick me away again, I moved the rest of the
way until my face was at his crotch.  The smell was intoxicating, and my
dick, which had gone totally soft, immediately pulsed and began to stiffen.
Fag One was already licking Chad's other testicle, so I joined him, lapping
away at that beautiful ball sac.

Chad went back to doing something on his phone while we licked his balls.
His dick remained untouched.  I really wanted to put it in my mouth.
Despite all the many times I had sucked him off since he made me his
personal cocksucker (50? 75? 100?), the intensity of my desire to have his
cock in my throat at this instant was beyond measure.  I had to really
control myself to keep from just giving it a quick lick.  My tongue on his
testicle, that majestic cock was so close, it would be so easy to let my
tongue slide over a few inches and feel that dick on the tip of my tongue.

Quite a while elapsed while Chad did whatever he was doing on his phone and
we licked his balls.  His cock softened a little so that it was no longer
ramrod straight sticking into the air, but more half-hard. After a while my
tongue became dry and tired, the muscles of my jaw and face ached a little,
and my knees were starting to bother me from spending so long kneeling on
the floor.  Chad completely ignored us while he looked at his phone,
occasionally giving his dick a tug but not even looking down at us.  It's a
strange sensation to continuously lick someone's testicle while he acts
like you're not even there. It put me in a kind of trance.

Chad set his phone down beside him and stood.  Fag One and I both
instinctively scooted back on our knees.  Chad put his big, strong right
hand on the back on my head, and his left hand on the back of Fag One's
head.  He pushed us towards each other.  "I want both of you cocksuckers on
this dick now."  We were kneeling, facing each other, Chad's dick pointing
into the air between our faces.  I pulled my head around so that my mouth
was at the tip of his cock, but then he yanked me back hard by the hair.
"No, you dumb faggot," he said.  "Slide your mouth along the outside of my
cock."

Fag One and I pressed our faces together so that we could both have one
side of Chad's dick in our mouths.  Chad pushed his dick back and forth
between us.  "Tongues!" Chad shouted.  I licked the underside of Chad's
dick as it slid across my face, my tongue meeting that of Fag One.  "Fuck
yeah," Chad said.  He pushed my head forward even harder, my nose colliding
with Fag One's.  Chad's cock was coated with our saliva as it ran back and
forth across our faces.

"Nice and wet, bitches." I heard the sound of Chad spitting, and then felt
the drops land in my hair.  Then another, this one hitting my forehead and
nose, dripping slowly down onto my mouth to join my own spit on Chad's
dick.  Chad yanked both of us back by the hair, leaning over to spit first
in Fag One's face, and then in my face, a big wad that landed hard and made
me flinch.  Then he pulled our faces back onto his cock.  This time he
stood still, no longer thrusting that stud body, and instead pulled us by
the hair back and forth along his dick.

After another couple of minutes Chad released us, collapsed onto the couch.
He pointed at the other guy, snapped his fingers, then pointed at his dick.
"In your mouth, now."  Fag One moved in between Chad's legs and bent over
and onto his cock.  I knelt there waiting further instructions.  Chad acted
like I wasn't even there.  He put both hands on the back on the other guy's
head, and started a steady fucking movement.  I watched that beautiful,
shiny, hard, majestic cock thrusting in and out of that lucky cocksucker's
mouth.  Chad started to pick up speed, while Fag One took that face fucking
like a champ.  He sputtered and coughed a little, making gagging sounds,
but of course Chad didn't break stride, not for a second.

Chad started moaning, grunting.  He pushed Fag One's head down and this
time didn't pull it back up.  Chad let out an escalating series of intense
moans.  It looked like Fag One was trying to pull up but Chad held him down
tight.  "Swallow it," he ordered. Eventually Chad relaxed his grip, and Fag
One pulled back off his cock, snorting and taking deep breaths, a mixture
of cum and saliva bubbling from his lips.

We both knelt there, not moving.  Chad was quiet, his chest heaving.  I
felt a little stunned at the sudden way it had ended.  Waited for Chad to
say something.  In a minute, he stood.  There was a little bit of cum on
the tip of his dick, which was all wet.  He stepped towards me, I looked up
at him, at his cock with its trailing cum, just a few inches from my face.
I started to move towards him to lick up that last drop of cum, but he
wiped his dick across the top of my head, used my hair to clean up his
sloppy, wet cock.

He threw himself back down on the couch.  Picked up his phone again.
Didn't look up.

"Get the fuck out, faggots."

Fag One opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped.  I stood and
walked to the door, he followed me, leaving Chad on the couch, facing the
other way.  He never turned around.  Fag One and I left the apartment.

In the hallway, he just looked at me.  "Jesus," he said.  I kind of
shrugged.  He walked down the hall, got on the elevator and left.  I took
the stairs up to my apartment.

*****

I didn't hear from Chad for the next several days.  I expected some kind of
follow-up to that night, though I don't know what I expected Chad to say --
it was not exactly his style to thank me for arranging it -- but I figured
he would say something.  He never commented on it.

When I did hear from Chad again, it was because he suddenly showed up at my
door, at about 9:00 on a Tuesday night.  He swaggered into the apartment,
wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and sneakers.  "Here for a blow job,
cocksucker."

He walked into the living room, where I had been watching TV.  "Goodfellas"
was on.

"Hey, this is a great movie," Chad said.  "Haven't seen it in a while."  He
sat down on the couch and began watching.  I slid the coffee table away so
that I could kneel in front of where he was sitting and blow him.  But he
pushed my head away as I approached.  "No, I want to watch this now."  I
pulled back onto my knees away from him.  "I'm tried, wanna put my feet
up," he said.

I turned behind me and reached for the coffee table I had pulled away.
Then I heard the sound of Chad snapping his fingers.  I looked back at him.
He pointed at me, then at the floor in front of him.

I crept over and around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of the
couch.  He threw his feet up on my back, his heavy sneakers landing with a
thud in the center of my back, causing me to dip and struggle to stay up
and keep my back flat.

I turned my head to the side and back to look at him.  Every time I looked
at him, Chad seemed more and more to be the most handsome man I had ever
seen.  His body looked amazing, even slouching in just sweats and a T.  He
never tried to look good, and yet always looked better than any other man
around.

Suddenly Chad placed the bottom of his sneaker against the side of my face.
He pushed steadily until my face was no longer turned to look at him.  Then
he put the bottom of his sneaker on the top of my head, and pushed down
until I was facing the floor underneath me.  As he returned his foot to his
original resting position he said, "It's weird to be stared at by the
furniture."

The movie had only been on for about 10 minutes when Chad arrived, so I
spent the next two and a half hours in that position.  I learned that it's
very difficult, very, to serve as the footrest of a jock for such a long
time.  I really had to work to keep myself in that position for so long.
Chad would periodically shift position, such as by crossing his legs, which
he inevitably did by bringing one foot hard down on the other, causing my
back to sag.  Or he would spread his legs wide, one sneaker on my lower
back and the other on my neck.  There were only two breaks, one when he
went to take a piss, and I collapsed on the floor while he was out of the
room, rubbing my forearms.  And the other when he suddenly kicked me in the
face about half way through the movie.  "Get me a beer," he barked.  He
lifted his legs so I could move.  I returned with his beer, and went right
back to footrest duty.

When the movie was over, Chad turned off the TV and pulled his legs off me,
a gentle kick to my side so that I fell over onto the floor.  Chad stood.
My gaze swept up his body, from the sneakers level with my face, to the
bulge in his sweatpants, the muscular chest, that gorgeous face looking
down at me.

"Do you want that blow job now?" I asked.

He shrugged.  "Nah, not in the mood anymore.  Later, faggot."  And he left.

Over the next few weeks, I sucked off Chad roughly every few days, always
on his schedule, whenever he would text me and I would come running.  They
were mostly fairly routine blow jobs; he didn't ask me to get another guy
to service him with me or anything else.  For the most part, they were
quick blow-and-go type experiences.  There was one time when I had done
something to piss him off (who knows what--it was always so random), so
instead of letting me blow him, he make me kneel in front of him while he
jerked off.  He did at least cum all over my face, so that made me pretty
happy.  Then he could tell how much I enjoyed him cumming on my face, so he
made me get in his tub and then pissed all over my face to wash the cum
off.  He was always thoughtful that way.

It was a late October Sunday afternoon when I got a text from Chad
summoning me to his apartment.  I hadn't seen (or sucked) him in almost two
weeks so I became insanely happy and rushed down to his apartment.

He opened the door, looking studly as ever in jeans, sneakers, and a
T-shirt.  I smiled as I walked in, but then stopped suddenly.  The kitchen
cabinets were mostly open and empty, and the apartment was full of boxes.

I looked at Chad with a questioning look on my face.  "What's going on?"

"Yeah," he said absent-mindedly.  "I'm moving on Tuesday."

"Moving where?"

"L.A."

"What?" I exclaimed.  "You're moving to L.A.?  Why didn't you tell me?"

Chad scoffed at me, shook his head.  "Well, I've been busy getting shit
ready, you know?  I meant to put 'tell my cocksucker I'm moving' on my
to-do list, but it just plain slipped my mind."

"Oh my god," I said.  "I can't believe you are leaving, just like that."

"Yeah, this is going to be the last blow job, cocksucker.  So, let's make
it a good one, all right?"

He clamped his big, meaty hand onto the back of my neck and started to push
me into the living room.  I looked around, suddenly despairing at the
thought that this was all about to end.  My mind was racing, thinking about
all the times I had serviced him in this apartment over the previous six
months.  Why hadn't he told me he was going to leave?  I could have been
blowing him every day.  But, of course, I realized, none of this was ever
about what I wanted.  Only what he wanted.

He pushed me down to the floor in the living room.  I knelt before him, his
crotch at my face.  "Can I -- can I ask one thing, for this last time?"

He looked at me skeptically.  "If you ask properly, we'll see.  Go ahead."

I bent all the over to the floor, kissed the tops of both of his sneakers.
"Will you please take off your shirt?"  I kissed both feet a second time
after asking.

"Tell you what.  Since you asked so respectfully, and since I'm feeling
very generous today, I will."

I looked up at him suddenly.  "Really?  Thank you."  I kissed both feet
again.

Chad grasped the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head
in one continuous motion.  Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like
he did it slowly, almost seductively, so that each part of his torso was
revealed one at a time -- the perfectly flat stomach, the rock-hard pecs,
the broad, magisterial shoulders, and those amazing biceps.  He tossed the
shirt onto the floor.

"There ya go, faggot.  Don't say I never gave you anything."

I bent over again and kissed each sneaker.  Then I looked back up at him.
He was smirking, his usual expression of disdain when he stood over me and
I knelt before him.  I didn't care.  I just drank in the sight of that
incredibly beautiful body.

Chad unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his cock, which was soft.  "Get me
hard, bitch" he ordered.  I leaned in, grabbed his dick with one hand and
began to lick and gently suck the tip of his cock.  He let me lavish
attention on his dick and just stood there, his arms by his side.  It
didn't take more than a minute or two for him to bone up.  He reached down
and pulled my hand off him, and so I began sliding my mouth over his dick,
back and forth, a little deeper each time, sucking and licking as I did.

All thoughts of my disappointment at Chad's announcement vanished from my
mind.  For those moments right then, the only thing that existed in my
world was the incredibly hunky jock stud before me, and his magnificent
cock.  That cock had made it my life's mission to please it.  And so that
is what I did.

I might have wished that this final blow job would go on for hours, but at
one point, not really all that long after I knelt before him, Chad put both
hands on the back of my head.  He took over from me, and began to fuck my
face.  My eyes had been closed, lost in my reverie as I worshiped his cock,
but now I opened them.  I watched that perfectly lean waistline as it moved
towards me and away, my nose crashing into him as he plunged all the way
into my throat.  Those studly hips moving, powering his dick into my mouth.
I turned slightly to look up at him.  His muscular chest looming above me,
his arms outstretched and on display as they reached behind my head, the
graceful line of his rounded biceps, all cresting in his big, beautiful
shoulders.  And, of course, the handsome face, a faraway look, his eyes
partially closed, his lips slightly parted.

All too soon I felt the familiar stirrings and heard the sounds of his
impending orgasm.  And then the grip tightened, and I was pushed all the
way down onto his cock as it exploded in my throat.  I felt it pulse, shot
after shot, and as he slightly lessened the grip I pulled off just a couple
of inches for a chance to breathe and to taste his cum.  I was rewarded by
a few final spurts onto the roof of my mouth and my tongue.  His sweet and
salty deliciousness.  I sucked the last bits out of his cock, and swallowed
it all down.  As he pulled out, I licked his dick clean.

Chad took a couple of steps back.  I wiped my mouth.

"Okay, well, so long," he said.

"What about tomorrow?  Will you want a blow job tomorrow?"

"No, I'll be gone all day and night.  Then I leave first thing on Tuesday."

"Oh, okay," I said.  Looked down at the floor.

I felt Chad's hand on my shoulder and I looked up.  He grabbed my shirt and
began to pull, so I stood.  We walked to the door.

"Well, thanks for all the blow jobs, cocksucker." Chad said, with a
mischievous smile.  He paused and looked at me.  "Goodbye, Derek."

I could not recall the last time he had called me by name in the six or so
months that I had been servicing him.  In face, I wasn't sure that he ever
did, and had begun to wonder if he even knew my name.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out into the hallway.  I turned
back to look at him, mentally freezing that picture of my stud, from the
top of his shaggy hair, across his magnificent torso, the crotch of his
well-worn jeans, all the way down to his sneakers.

"Um, Chad," I said, uncertainly.  "Can I give you a kiss goodbye?"

He laughed and shook his head, then he sort of nodded.  "Okay, sure."

My heart thumped.  I stepped towards him and began to lean in, when his arm
rocketed out, and he placed his palm flat against my chest and pushed me
back.

"Seriously?  You thought that's what I meant?  Come on, faggot," he
scoffed.  "That's fucking ridiculous.  You can give me a goodbye kiss the
proper way for a faggot like you."  He pushed out his sneaker.

I got down on my knees, and slowly lowered myself all the way to the
floor. I kissed the top of his sneaker at the toe, then again along the
laces, then near the top of the tongue, and finally gave him a kiss on his
white-socked ankle just above where his shoe ended.

He chuckled.  "Later, faggot."

The door closed.

I stayed on my knees for a few minutes, still absorbing the events of the
last twenty minutes or so.  Then I stood and slowly walked back to my
apartment.

I never saw Chad again.

That period of six months was unlike any other experience I had ever had.
Or maybe ever will again.  I would never forget it.

THE END