Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 13:33:23 +0100 From: Dt Gt Subject: Nephew owns me p? 5 If you want nifty.org to continue then please donate. It's a unique service and, from personal experience, is run by awesome individuals. Nephew Owns Me pt 5 We hit the evening air again, fresher still now that night had nearly fallen, and dodged between the couples and groups of friends out to enjoy the lights of town. Those lights were jumping and cometing in my eyes as I followed Jamie back towards the station. He must have spotted the taxi rank earlier because that's where we headed to. I briefly thought of my car, still sat in the station car park. I'd be facing a penalty when I finally got back to it, but now was not the time to care. We found a cab fairly quickly and Jamie climbed in, with me following. Jamie must have found out my address from somewhere, perhaps my sister, as he gave it to the cab driver. We took off into the streets, and I rested my back into the upholstery, feeling the thrum of the engine vibrating through me. Jamie and I sat almost shoulder to shoulder so that, despite the artificial odour of car air freshener, I could smell the heat from his young body. My mind raced back to the last time we'd sat together in a car, barely two weeks ago, where he had forced my face into his armpit and first imprinted his smell on me. As if reading my thoughts Jamie casually lifted his hands behind his head, leaving my face less than a foot from his ripe teen armpit. My head naturally tilted towards it. Before I knew it I felt my forehead touch his hard bicep, his pit now only inches away. I feared some admonishment from Jamie for touching him without permission, but he simply said, "Go on, pig. Show me how much you worship me." And with that my worry dissolved with my will and my face fell into his armpit, sniffing deeply. Presumably having seen worse the cab driver said nothing, but the thought of him seeing me abject myself to this dominant lad filled me with a humiliation that oozed in my crotch like the worm it was. My tongue found the warm fabric of his sweat shirt and I lapped at it like a dog. I was in heaven right there, face fixed into my master's pit as the cab turned and bounced through the suburban streets towards my house. The spell broke too soon as the vehicle halted outside and the cab lights came on. Jamie put my debit card into the driver's card reader and payed the fare. Done, he opened the door, climbing out. His hand found my collar and pulled me along, and I followed with the lightness of a helium balloon. I drifted behind him to the front door where he, once again, snapped his fingers. "Keys." he said, and I handed him my house keys, warm from my pocket. Jamie unlocked the door to my house and we stepped inside. "Strip, pig." ordered Jamie as soon as the door had clicked closed. I was a fumble of fingers on buttons, each one seeming too tight as I hurried to get naked for him. Jamie simply stood back with an amused smile on his face. The hall was dark, but the orange glow from a street light outside the window caught the contours of his handsome young face, the blue of his eyes obscured for the moment, but that cruel spark that I'd come to worship was still there, observing me, dissecting me. Now naked I stood before him, my six inch dick standing hard, bouncing gently as the pounding from my heart betrayed itself there. Jamie took a step towards me and reached down to my leaking dick. Gripping it hard he leant in. "I own this, and this is how I own you." he said, and his words were like little kisses on my face. The truth of this statement was evidenced by the way my painfully aroused dick began to drip faster, a long strand of precum making its way from the tip and reaching for the floor. We were both looking at that strand now as, little by little, it touched the ground. "Oh dear, piggy." Jamie said in a mocking tone. "You've made a mess. I think you need to clean that up, don't you? Get down and lick up that mess, pig." I dropped to my hands and knees and found the pool of slime, glistening in the pale light of the hallway. I lowered my head, mouth ready, and licked and tongued the precum into my mouth. It felt so good to be on my knees for him, at his feet, ready to do whatever he wanted. I felt his fingers entwine in my hair and, pushing my face into the floor, he began shoving my face back and forth across the wet mess I'd made. "That's it, cumrag, get it all up." sneered Jamie as he used my face to wipe the floor. His feet had moved closer during this manoeuvre, and despite my nose being mashed against the ground I could now smell the distinct and memorable odour of his feet that had no doubt been sweating in his shoes all day. In involuntarily began to salivate, but sucked it back into my mouth before it messed up the floor again. "What's that piggy?" remarked Jamie, "why are you drooling? Tell me." "Your feet, Sir." I replied, voice muffled. "My feet, bitch? What about them?" I could hear the smile in his voice, even though I couldn't see it. "The smell Sir." I replied. "You like the smell, bitch?" laughed Jamie. "Yes Sir." was all I could manage. "Wanna taste them bitch?" he smirked, and then in one deft, graceful movement he removed his shoes and socks and, balling them in his fist, pushed both socks into my mouth. "Now you'll have to oink like the pig you are." he remarked, stepping away. He was right. The sour taste of his rank socks invaded my lungs. I grunted and heaved at the stench. "That's right, piggy. Oink for me." his laughter almost drowned his words as I almost puked in my mouth. I was so headfucked I crawled to his feet again. "Catch me", he said as he made me chase his feet down the hallway. "Faster pig. You want these feet?" I grunted again into my sock filled mouth, trying to say "Yes Sir", through the saliva soaked socks, but it came out as an oink. Jamie was almost doubled up with amusement as I crawled like a worm to his feet. We'd reached the sitting room when he finally stopped laughing and slumped on the sofa. "Beer, now." Jamie ordered and I crawled to the kitchen. I pulled a beer from the case I'd bought for him and carried it, now on my knees and one hand, to my master. He'd turned on the TV and was flicking channels. He selected a porn pay per view. "Code." he demanded, and I grabbed a sheet of note paper, scribbling it down. "Now, I need a foot rest." Jamie demanded, and knowing instinctively I got in place. The feeling of weight on my back felt so right. His heels on my spine felt, ironically, like a load had been lifted from me. This was where I'd wanted to be my entire life, I just didn't know it. A wave of gratitude swept me. I almost cried. I was so thankful to be under his feet, under his control. The sound of porn began to play. Some girl getting nailed I assumed. But she wasn't as lucky as me, not in my mind.