Just a Blowjob : Part 2

Three days later, at 7 PM, Ray's phone rang. It was his sir, JEFF! He tried to take it easy, but something about the rhythm and the beat of his ring tone, it reminded him of Jeff.. his bitter sweet taste.. his masculine smell.

As usual, less than a minute later, Ray was knocking the man's door. When Jeff opened, the boy found something really different. There was a girl inside, lying on the edge of the man's extra-sized bed! Lights on! Jeff was grinning! His red tie, and the first few top buttons of his shirt were undone!

Ray got in, alternating his look between Jeff and the beautiful lady. "Yes, Sir", said Ray. Jeff stepped toward his slave, commanding him to "get on" his "knees". While Ray obeyed, he saw something in his master's eyes telling him that things would be different this time.

"Undress me", Jeff gave a first command. The blond boy started with Jeff's shoestrings, so that the man would only have to step out of them. Later, while the smell of socks started to fill the room, Ray unbuckled his master's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his black trousers.

With a cocky look in his eyes, Jeff's dick was hardening. It was just the thought of having a newly-expert slave to satisfy his pleasures, and go with him as far as he wanted. With Jeff's now-hard thick dick and big balls prisoned in his white cotton briefs, Ray's mouth was almost dripping saliva!

As the little young man finished undressing his master, Jeff told him "You know what to do, boy". He continued, "While I fuck this pussy, you're gonna be licking my body.. or tonguing my ass". In fact, it was a thing that Ray had been waiting to hear since his first time with Jeff. He couldn't believe it was finally happening! "YES, SIR".

For the next hour, while Jeff enjoyed the creamy smoothness of the woman's pussy, massaging, and nicely tickling his hungry dick, Ray's mission was sucking his sir's meaty nipples, licking his rank, sweaty and hairy armpits and kissing on his muscles, or greasy chest.

Sometimes, while Jeff was in some position on top of the woman, with her legs on his shoulders, he had the blond boy tonguing his filthy ass, or popping on his balls. Jeff couldn't stop moaning or gasping from pleasure for a second. It was a fuck load of fun! It was just too much for a man to handle! He could swear he'd never came that hard in his entire life!

After Jeff was fully satisfied, gave the woman some bugs and let her go. "Guess we're done boy?". Before Ray could speak, his sir continued "Follow me". Walking doggily, he followed Jeff's footsteps, finally ending in the shower.

"You know that I'm not gonna scrub my own back, don't you". Who was the poor Ray to say No? All he could say was "Yes, Sir". While Jeff was already naked, Ray fully stripped down, and started to service his master at shower.

In the middle of it, while Ray was cleaning Jeff's thighs. "I need to piss", the man announced. Ray knew what his master wanted him to do. He kneeled down low, with his hands and face on the floor, while his master let his own bladder relax. The boy felt a warm stream of hot, rank and heavy piss on his head, and then his neck.

Jeff enjoyed the look of his own healthy, thick, yellow juice shooting on his slave's smooth skin, for about twenty seconds, feeling his bladder being emptied, his nerves relaxed. Finally, "Now the last drop, open up your mouth boy".

Ray was so ready to taste some of his master's poison. As soon as he turned around to face Jeff's dick, the huge last drop of sir's salty piss was loaded into his mouth. "Don't swallow". The boy realized, now he was in for a good party, of being totally used and abused.

While the little boy continued washing Jeff's body, paying special attention for his back, making sure his ass, feet and armpits were totally clean, he was still holding the man's piss in his mouth, not allowed to spit it out, or even swallow it.

"Now swallow it", Jeff commanded later. Ray obeyed. It was the first time for him to do something so nasty, to swallow another man's body products. He had tasted Jeff's piss, swallowed his cum, smelt his farts, and now he was washing his body. What else a faggot boy needed?

By the end of the shower, Ray dried his master's body off, and helped him getting dressed in clean boxers. Ray wouldn't have to worry about his raging hard-on, because his master was now totally clean-smelling!

After thirty minutes, the boy was there, on his knees, licking one of Jeff's feet, while the man sat comfortably in his couch. Maybe it was Ray's first time to do this, but he was doing it like a pro. He would lick in between the thick toes, or simply put one of them in his mouth, pop it or lick it.

While he was lost in his sir's feet, he was commanded "Time for you to make a good footstool for me, boy, my legs are kind of tired". The submissive boy pulled his face from Jeff's foot, and got on fours so that the man could rest his legs on his back.

While Jeff filled the air with his cigarettes' smoke, forcing Ray to inhale it, the boy proved to be a very good footstool, handling the big weight of the man's legs on his back for more than a half hour. In the middle of it, Jeff fired a huge, smelly fart that merged with the smoke.

Feeling totally relaxed, Jeff laughed at his obviously disguested slave boy. "You've seen nothing yet, boy, you're gonna have to smell it big-time". It wasn't exactly what Ray wanted to hear from his master. It must've meant something...not very good.

Still in that position, as Jeff's personal footstool, he couldn't stop thinking about his master's last remark, until he heard him saying: "You're gonna spend the whole night between my legs, and I'm gonna burn you with my gas, so you better get used to it".

HE WAS NOT IN PARADISE ANYMORE. HE WAS NOW OFFICIALLY "BURNING" IN HELL.

"Matter of fact", Jeff said, finishing his second cigarette, "I'm tired right now, and you're not gonna have to stay up late tonight. Follow me".

Ray got up on his feet, turned the lights down for his master, and followed him to bed. Since it was so cool out there, Jeff didn't need any bed covers, so he just threw them on the floor. As Ray lied between Jeff's  thighs, the man rested one of his feet on the boy's chest, fully prisoning him.

In the night. Every now and then, Ray would wake up to the sound, the feel or the smell of a huge fart that Jeff would rip, from his large hole. Sometimes to the change of the man's sleeping position, being simply wrestled into his legs, and sometimes the volume of his snorting voice. On the other hand, Jeff was in a deep sleep, with his hairy, muscular legs dominating the boy's smooth body. He didn't have a clue how much Ray was being tortured. He just enjoyed his sleep.