

PART 4


From our casual conversations, I learned that Bill managed a large auto parts store. He 
worked every weekend and had Tuesdays and Wednesdays off. He was married to a 
woman named Karen who worked as an office manager Monday through Friday. Karen 
knew nothing of Bill’s secret life and he intended that it should remain that way. They 
had no children. They also had a very active sex life, but Karen was not interested in 
being dominated by Bill. She would rarely let him cum in her mouth. She would often 
suck his cock, but only to get it ready for vaginal intercourse. Bill liked to orally pleasure 
his wife, but he was totally a “top” with men and had no interest in servicing other guys. 

During early times of his life, he had gone though periods of being exclusively gay and 
had gained a great deal of experience. He learned that he took pleasure from totally 
dominating other men. 
Throughout the summer, Bill or I would rarely miss a Tuesday or Wednesday. Finally, 
summer was coming to an end. The days were getting cooler and noticeably shorter. One 
day, after dumping his second load of the day in my mouth, Bill told me that we would 
have to start meeting at his house. He told me to get a pager and call him at work with the 
number. When he wanted me to come to his home he would page me with the number 
22222222. I knew where he lived and I found this agreeable. On Tuesdays and 
Wednesdays I often waited impatiently at a shopping center a couple of blocks from his 
home for the page to arrive. 

Bill and Karen had a very nicely furnished split level home in a new development. Bill 
had an office/den in the lowest level. It had a desk, easy chair, couch, TV, stereo, and 
computer. It was a real nice hangout. This is where I would suck his cock. When I 
arrived, he would usually be in his bathrobe with nothing on underneath. As soon as we 
got to his den, he would open his robe and I would be working on him moments later.  He 
always had me on my knees to suck him off. I appreciated the soft carpet instead of the 
rocky earth of the swimming hole beneath my knees. He would stand for the first blowjob 
of the day and usually sit, except for the rimming part, if it happened, during the second. 
He always insisted that I strip naked before sucking his cock. We always started an 
encounter with Bill ordering “strip, bitch” or “strip cocksucker”. I got so that I could 
undress completely in seconds. During the first blowjob of the day, I often could detect 
the residual smell of Karen’s pussy and the crusty or damp residue of I what I assumed 
was their morning fuck. I became even more impressed by Bill’s libido. At first, after I 
sucked him off the first time of the day, Bill would send me away, take a nap and then 
page me again for his second blowjob a couple of hours later. After a couple of weeks of 
this, Bill told me that since the beginning of summer, Karen had been complaining that 
he did not help out around the house enough on his days off. He said that I would have to 
help out if I wanted to enjoy his cock on his days off. He started asking me to do errands 
between blowjobs. He would have me go to the grocery store or the hardware store or 
pick up his or Karen’s dry cleaning. Then, he decided that I needed to help with his 
grooming needs by giving him a manicure and pedicure once a week. Since I knew 
nothing about nail care, I made an appointment with a professional manicurist to have my 
nails done so I could see how it was done. I acquired the necessary nail care tools and 
supplies. I would suck Bill off and then I would work on his fingernails and toenails 
while he relaxed on his couch watching television or listening to the stereo. Gradually, I 
got so that I could give Bill a very respectable manicure and pedicure. As time passed, 
Bill found more and more chores for me. Each week, I would wash and wax his kitchen 
floor. Each week, I would vacuum the entire house. Each week, I would completely clean 
the three bathrooms in his house. Bill said he liked seeing me on my hands and knees 
cleaning his toilets. A couple of times he interrupted my bathroom cleaning by mounting 
me and fucking me in the ass. 

He laughed when he told me that Karen was pleased that he had started helping out more 
on his days off. He said that as a reward he would come to my house during his lunch 
hour on Saturday and give me a treat. He said that Karen hardly ever wanted sex Friday 
nights because she was always “worn out” from her work-week. He said I should be 
ready for an extra large load of cum.  I waited anxiously for Saturday to arrive. Finally 
there was his knock on the door. I opened the door and Bill strolled in. He ordered “strip, 
bitch”. I got my clothes off as fast as I could. He pulled a scarf of some sort from his 
jacket pocket and ordered me to sit on the couch. He securely bound my ankles together 
with the scarf. Then came the familiar “on your knees, cocksucker.” Because my ankles 
were bound, I got to my knees with some difficulty. Bill then produced a set of sturdy 
handcuffs. Moving around behind me he quickly snapped them on my wrists with the 
short chain looped around the scarf. My wrists were effectively bound to my ankles. I 
was sitting down on my legs. This was somewhat lower than I usually knelt to suck Bill’s 
cock and a lot more uncomfortable.  Bill walked into the kitchen and leisurely checked 
the contents of my refrigerator. He selected a soft drink and had a few swigs from it. He 
got completely undressed and draped his clothes over a chair. From this, I knew then that 
it was going to a messy one and he did not want to get anything on his clothes. Then he 
stood in front of me and said “let’s get down to business, cocksucker.” Then he said 
“balls.” I immediately got to work the best I could with no hands. I licked and gently 
sucked each testicle. After a couple of minutes of this, he stroked his cock a couple of 
times and shoved it into my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head with his hands and 
proceeded to give me a good face-fucking. I have never been much good at “deep 
throating.” I could never get the passed the gag reflex thing. Bill did not care. Whenever 
he got the urge he would just shove it down my throat and I could tell by looking at his 
face that he enjoyed watching me choke and gag. My eyes were watering and I was 
drooling all over myself and Bill. After about ten minutes of this, I could tell that Bill was 
getting ready to cum. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth. With one hand he 
grabbed me by my forehead and pushed my head back until I was looking at the ceiling. 
With his other hand he stroked his rock hard cock. He grunted “open wide, bitch”. I 
opened my mouth wide just as Bill started shooting cum all over my face. He shot a 
“porno movie” massive load. Some cum went into my mouth, but most of it ended up all 
over my face. Some got in my eyes and stung a little. When he was almost done 
cumming, he placed the head of his cock tightly against my right nostril and pumped his 
shaft. The alignment was perfect. I could feel the cum shoot way up my nose. My head 
shook reflexively and I fought back the violent urge to sneeze. He moved his cock to my 
left nostril and attempted the same maneuver, but he was probably out of cum, because I 
could feel only a small amount go up my nose. He shoved his cock into my mouth and I 
“sucked him dry”. Then, he used his cock as a tool to push the larger globs of cum from 
my face into my mouth. I licked the cum off his cock with each glob he pushed in. Bill 
then said “Clean up time, bitch.” I obediently licked the drool and cum from his shaft and 
balls. Then he ordered me to lick up the cum and drool that had dribbled onto the tops of 
his feet. With great difficulty I managed to bend over far enough to lick each foot 
completely clean. He had me pay special attention to his well manicured toes. When he 
was satisfied with the clean up, he slowly got dressed. He left me “hogtied” and went to 
the kitchen, made a sandwich, sat down and ate it while he finished his drink. His cum 
was drying on my face. It felt like plaster. It was then time for him to get back to work. 
He untied the scarf from my ankles and then unlocked the handcuff and shoved both into 
his jacket pockets. He said “wasn’t that a treat, bitch?” I truthfully said “yes it was.” He 
said “see you Tuesday, cocksucker” as he went out the door. After a while, I managed to 
get up and climb onto my bed. I enjoyed the feeling of his cum drying on my face for a 
couple of hours before I showered. The cum washed off my face and body easily, but I 
did not make a real attempt to get it out of my nose. Traces of Bill’s cum remained in my 
nasal passages for a couple of days and were a constant reminder of Bill’s manhood and 
dominance.


Continued in Part 5

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