Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.
I woke up in my neighbour's bed, wrapped in his big, hairy arms. We were both naked, and his soft, yet still massive, cock was nuzzled between my ass cheeks. When I slightly moved, I felt the soreness from my stretched asshole which had dried cum all over it.
This time, I remembered everything that happened the night before. John had given me a short blowjob, I sucked his dick, I sucked his balls, I rimmed him, and then he took my anal virginity in what I can only describe as the greatest sex of my life.
It really worried me, the things John said in the heat of our love making, like telling me I was going to be gay by the end of the month. After the pleasure I had received the night before, I knew I had to be careful to make sure that didn't happen.
I wasn't gay. I had a girlfriend! This was... this was just to stop me from being homeless. The crazy deal that I actually agreed to meant that I was John's for the next month. I depended on him entirely. In return for him paying my rent for a year, I would be his slave for the next month.
I just had to make sure that a month as his slave didn't make me dependant on his dick.
"Mmm good morning, my slave." John's groggy voice said.
His hands held me tightly, and his cock stirred against me.
"Erm, morning." I whispered, embarrassed over the way I acted the night before.
"Liam," John said with a chuckle in his voice, "we've rimmed each other, and I've fucked you and came inside you twice, so you don't need to be shy anymore."
His words were like knives into my morality, reminding me of everything I did and how I cheated on my girlfriend.
"Well," John said and moved away from me, "I need a shower."
I stayed lying on the bed, facing away from John as he stood up, although I knew he was naked.
"Come on." He said.
Finally, I turned to look at him. His elephant trunk cock was hung between his legs. I couldn't believe that actually fit inside me.
"What... what do you mean?" I asked.
He laughed and shook his head.
"You're my slave, remember?" He said. "One of your duties is showering me."
Oh, right,
I thought.
I got up from the bed, shyness making me try to cover myself. Mainly my cock, which was a lot smaller than John's.
He turned to go towards the bathroom, where I couldn't help but marvel at his physique. His ass was plump, yet rock hard, and I couldn't believe I rimmed him.
Once in the bathroom John turned the shower on, and I joined him. The hot water very quickly filled the room with steam, and I saw his very hairy body start to get soaked.
John handed me his shower gel.
"Get to work." He told me.
Nervously I squirted shower gel onto my hands, placed the bottle onto the ground, and then began to rub it into John's chiselled chest. He really was a beautiful man. His pecs were rock hard as I spread shower gel around him.
My hands didn't want to let go of him, and just touching him felt like a privilege. As I rubbed his chest, the soap began to spread. I wasn't even looking at John, but I felt my breathing go heavy.
The heat of the steam filling room started to get to me, and my cock began to grow. Then, I worked my way down to his abs.
His hair was like a rug, soaked and soapy as I continued to massage him. Finally, I saw that his cock was hard again.
"Clean my cock and balls," He told me. "They're a bit messy after popping your cherry."
I gasped. I could feel the same side of me that came out last night.
"Yes... Daddy." I whispered.
I wrapped both soapy hands around his shaft, stroking it up and down with a double hand job as the shower gel made him slick. His foreskin pulled back with my fingers, and I cleaned his head, and then he started to twitch and throb in my hands.
"Don't forget my balls." John told me with a laugh that made me embarrassed over how obsessed I was with his cock.
My left hand remained on his cock while my right massaged his heavy, hairy balls.
As the water dropped off of John, his hair came with it. He truly was like a bear.
As my hands washed and pleasured him, I found myself getting more and more turned on. But then John turned his back to me. I took the hint and began to wash his steel back, which was just as hairy as his front.
All over I spread the soapy liquid around him, loving his beautiful body.
After he was fully cleaned, John turned around.
"Get on your knees." He whispered.
Four little words, and I was weak.
I knelt down onto his hard shower floor. It hurt my knees, but I didn't care at that moment. I was eye level with his beautiful cock.
For a moment I thought about my girlfriend. If only she knew that her boyfriend was cheating on her with a man, and that it was for money, which effectively made me a whore.
"Start your morning routine." John told me.
I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took my natural place with his cock in my mouth.
"Mmmm." I moaned.
Memories of last night's pleasures came flooding back as I enjoyed the massive member in my mouth. My lips wrapped around his shaft as my tongue began to massage his head. He tasted clean after having washed him.
My right hand massaged his balls while I started to bob up and down. The hot water beat down on my head, making it impossible to open my eyes, so all I could do was focus on sucking his dick.
"Mmm." I moaned.
As my mouth swallowed his cock, my tongue explored as much as it could, feeling every ridge and vein of his wonderful meat. John leaned back, enjoying my mouth.
As I bobbed back and forth, I wanted to take him deeper, to feel him more.
"Gllg!" I gagged and pulled back. The water was still splashing on my face, but using my hand I was able to get my mouth back around his cock.
I was on a mission now, taking his cock in and out as I went deeper.
"Gllg!" I gagged, but I didn't pull back this time.
I kept going back and forth, each time going a little deeper. As I pushed, my cheeks caved in on themselves, and my tongue pressed firmly against his crown.
"Glllggg!" I gagged and coughed, forcing spit past my lips and into the water dripping down.
"That's it, babe," John moaned. "You enjoy this cock."
"Mmmmm!" I moaned back and kept going up and down.
I felt like such a slut, just on my knees and trying to give this big cock a great blowjob. My hands massaged his balls as I went back and forth. I knew I only had half of his cock in my mouth, but I kept trying for more as I gagged over and over.
"You're gonna get your first taste of cum," John warned me. "Well, you tasted it the other night, but you were too drunk to remember."
I kept sucking, tightening my lips as if trying to force his cum out and moaning.
"Ooooh fuck, you little slut!" John roared.
His balls tightened in my hands, and his cock throbbed when the first shot of cum landed across my tongue, setting my senses on fire. His sticky, thick seed filled my mouth with every shot that pulsated from his thick cock.
"Mmmmm!" I moaned, immediately in love with the taste of his thick cum.
He came like a firehose, but I didn't miss any, and I gulped it down with every shot while continuing to bob up and down.
"Mmmm!" I moaned and sucked until he finally stopped cumming. I kept a heavy load on my tongue, not wanting to lose the taste until John pulled me away.
"Right, I have a client soon," John said. "You can shower here, and you are to clean the house."
I looked up at him, moving my face away from the water and looked confused.
"You're my slave," He said. "Not just sex."
"Oh, right, of course." I replied. I swirled my tongue around my mouth to taste the last remnants of cum.
John left me to shower on my own, and I was a minute or two in when my hand found its way to my desperate cock. Then his voice made me jump out of my skin.
"No, no," He said, "You don't get to cum unless I say so... slave."
And just like that, he was gone. I knew I had to obey since he had paid for my obedience. Although I knew I could have a wank without him knowing, I thought that would be breaking our agreement. So, I stood in the shower, washing the dried cum from my aching arsehole while I was lost in my own thoughts.
After showering, it took me less than two hours to clean his apartment. He kept it pretty well, and it was only a small space.
After that I decided to apply for a few jobs, but twenty minutes in my phone rang. My heart beat out of my chest with I saw it was Leanne, my girlfriend. I hadn't spoken to her since I first cheated with John when I was drunk. I knew I had to answer since I always answered, so she would think it was strange if I didn't.
"H-hello?" I nervously said.
"Hey babe," Leanne replied, "are you on your lunch break?"
As far as Leanne was aware, I was still employed.
"Erm, yeah," I lied. "what are you up to?"
"Nothing really," She told me. "Just got back from a lecture. How's work?"
I was sweating. It felt like I was being interrogated when she only asked me a simple question.
"Y-yeah, it's fine." I replied. My brain wouldn't think of a better answer.
"How's the apartment going?" She asked me. "Hopefully, I can come back and see it soon."
My body jumped. The last thing I wanted was Leanne to meet John! Oh god, the man I had sex with!
"Erm, yeah, it's good. We'll see." I nervously stuttered back to her.
"Is everything okay, babe?" Leanne asked, although I couldn't blame her. I was being weird.
"Yeah, fine," I said and looked around the apartment, "I need to go. Boss wants me. Love you, bye."
I put the phone down before she replied and flopped onto the sofa.
How am I going to live with this? Cheating on her for a month just to pay rent. How did I end up here?
Fortunately, I couldn't worry for long as a knock appeared on my door. As I went to answer it, I already knew who would be there.
"Hey Liam," John said and smiled at me. He had a paper bag in his hands. "Can I come in?"
"Erm, yeah, sure." I replied.
My mind went back to that morning, being on my knees as I sucked his massive cock. My arsehole quivered when I thought about it,
stop it, you're not gay!
"Excuse me?" He replied with a strict tone.
"Oh, sorry, Daddy." I whispered.
John came in and I made us both a cup of tea.
"Sorry, I've been out all morning," He told me. "I needed to get a few things from the shop."
I didn't say anything. I knew they were for me, but I dreaded what they were.
John rummaged into the bag and pulled out a leather strap first. It was fairly thin... and pink.
"This is for you." He said and handed it to me.
I looked at the small, pink leather strap in my hands, not really sure what to do with it.
