His co-worker, His Servant

Yes. It's true. Well part of it, anyway. The other is fiction. All persons are well over 18 and consenting adults. Enjoy.

Working at a large nationwide retailer, I knew I would meet many people. Of course the majority of them are customers. The others are fellow employees. However, this store, well more like a warehouse, is huge. So being in one department means that I will, possibly, meet half of its employees.

Yet, there was one who, although he worked for the same company, did not always work at the same store I was in. He was part of a team that went from one store to another. This team did duties that I and my fellow employees were not expected perform. They would set up and tear down holiday decorations, fix broken shelves, and any task assigned specifically to them.

So it was a hit and miss when I would see him even though we both worked in the evening until past midnight.

He was Bob. 55. About 5'10, 170 pounds. I, Mike, am 5'7", 130. We both hit-it-off immediately.

"So when will you be back at my store?" I asked.

"Three weeks."

"Oh, damn! I enjoy talking to you."

"Same, here. Let's exchange numbers so we can talk or text."

The following day I received this exact text: I think U R cool. I'm glad we met.

Me to. I sent back.

So that was the start of our relationship. Little did I know he was the guy I would be a servant to. Obviously it was outside of work.

It was a Friday and we had just sat down at a coffee shop.

"So I'm going in for some minor surgery on my right hip.", he said. "I will be in the hospital, so I'm told, three to four days. Can you stop by my house and walk my dog?"

Of course I said "Yes."

"Great!"

Then I said a sentence that sent our relationship towards a master and servant one.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Looking at me with a sly grin, he replied, "Well, yes. Obviously feed my dog, as well."

"Well, duh."

"Don't get cute! You will also clean my home. And when I say 'clean', I mean a good, long, deep one. Understand?"

"Yes."

With another sly grin, "Good. You shall serve as my dog walker and house cleaner, even after my surgery. I have to be careful."

Four days came and went. Soon, he was back home.

Just as he walked into the door, I had finished cleaning. I was wearing black low top sneakers. Blue jeans that hugged my lower frame. A plain black t-shirt. My thick brown hair, was parted in the middle.

I looked "exquisite", he said.

"I do? Thank you."

"Your welcome. Those jeans hug your ass tightly."

"Thanks. I exercise daily. Cardio mostly with some lite free weights."

His next question made me stumble. "Are you wearing a ladies thong underneath?"

I guess he could see my hips.

I confidently stated, "No. It's a man's thong."

Looking me up and down with a lustful hunger in his eyes, he told me to follow him into his guest bedroom.

There was a twin sized bed, with sheets that were a bright yellow. A lite tan dresser with three draws, and a brown sofa chair. Two recessed lights illuminated the well sized room.

Bob sat in the chair. He propped up each arm on the soft arm rests. "I suppose you have a good body image. I like that. So, how about I see more, huh?"

He was right about me having a good body image. The "seeing more", was unreal though. I say unreal because I'm only nude at home or getting undressed then redressed, at the gym. Never before by one man in his own dwelling.

"Come on. Take off the shirt. Is my servant shy?"

I replied with a somewhat hushed "No."

Lifting the t-shirt up slowly, I revealed my tight, fit, stomach.

"Mmm. Such a nice tummy. Flat. Fit. Just like many ladies your age who exercise regularly."

"That was odd", I thought.

I tossed the shirt over in his direction. Bob picked it up and smelled it deeply.

Wanting to "tease" him, I turned around, and slowly bent over untying my shoes. Tossing them aside, I pulled my jeans down one side at a time.

"Damn!" Was the only word he said until they came off. "Holy, fuck! Your stomach, legs, ass, basically your whole body is hair free. Is it natural?"

"It is. I got quite a bit of flack in school about it. Who cares though? I don't anymore."

"That's good. I love it. Leave your white thong on and come to me." His voice was very authoritative.

Sauntering over, one foot in front of the other. With a smile on my face that was sort of, what's the right word? Modelesque. If that is a word?

His eyes were transfixed.

I said to him in a very slow, seductive, and somewhat fem tone, "Does this body make you happy?"

He nodded.

For added "fun", I said, in the same voice, "Does it make your cock ache?"

"Fuck, yes. I'm so hard."

"Good. Shall I take care of it for you?"

"Oh, yes."

I knelt slowly. My hands reached for the button then zipper on his grey pants. Pulling them down, I saw his cock hidden behind red boxers. I took down his undies. His 7 inch schlong was waiting for my mouth.

I exclaimed, "O.M.G. You're cock looks delicious."

Seeing me on my knees made him say something that was a bit of a shock.

"Take it into your mouth. Swallow what I give you. The moment you do, you will become my servant. And I your master. Understand?"

I nodded.

"No! Say it.!" He remarked.

"Yes, I do."

Taking his nice cock in my mouth felt so good. Luckily, for me, I had sucked, I'd say, six cocks before him. So my gag reflex was very well suppressed.

The noise of sucking cock filled the room.

Rubbing his nice testes, glugging on his dick.

My cock, which was a 7 incher also, peeked out from my thong.

"That's it. Enjoy my cock. You shall make a good servant."

His breathing intensified. That pushed me over the orgasm edge.

"Mmm." I creamed my thong. He was so lost in the fellatio I was performing, that he didn't even notice.

My cum dripped down, coating the front of my thong. Slowly leaking onto his grey colored laminate floor.

Just as I spurted another jizz load, his own entered my mouth. I did not swallow. Keeping it all in my mouth. Needing to show him how obedient I shall be for him.

As I looked up, he noticed my sticky load which coated my thong.

"Slut. You came?"

I nodded.

Again, with authority, "Good. How lucky I am that we met. And at work of all places."

Again, I nodded.

Slowly, I opened my cum splattered mouth.

"Ah, nice, you are awaiting my permission for you to swallow."

Nodding, I could feel my cock regain it's previous hardness. Fuck, I was so horny.

"Swallow all of it."

That I did. As I seductively licked my lips, he chimed in, "Now, I am your master. Accept this by saying so."

"You're my master and I will be a humble, obedient, and slutty servant for you."