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   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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