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After receiving the early morning email from my Dom, Walter, my workout that morning wasn’t as fulfilling as those of the prior two mornings because Walter wasn’t there watching over me. But he had given me instructions for what to do when he wasn’t there. So when I finished my workout I headed to the shower with my razor. I had been shaving my balls for years, but had never shaved off all of my pubes. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but because I knew that my wife would see me that way and mock me for looking like a fag. I had always hesitated to give her any hints about my true nature, but now that I had been ordered to shave by my Dom, I didn’t allow myself to make a choice. I shaved off all my pubes so I was completely bare and smooth.
Then as ordered, I left my towel hanging by the shower and walked naked to the nearby sauna. Thankfully, nobody was in there when I opened the door, so I took my usual spot in the corner on the upper level. I sat back, spread my legs and closed my eyes. I was hoping I wouldn’t get hard, but as I thought about how I would look if someone walked in, sitting with my bare ass on the bench with nothing to cover up my freshly shaved public area, my body betrayed me and I quickly got hard. It took everything I had to keep from stroking my cock.
Then I heard the door open as someone walked in. I left my eyes closed but heard him sit next to me. My willpower was tested as I resisted the urge to lift my leg or cover up in any way. I just sat back with my hard cock on display below my now shaved pubes. I hoped that whoever was sitting next to me wasn’t one of my co-workers who also belonged to the same health club. I could hear the man breathing and moving slightly during the five or so minutes he stayed in the sauna, then I heard motion, followed by the opening and closing of the door. Finally, I opened my eyes. He was gone. But the excitement of knowing that the unknown person had seen me displaying myself kept my cock rock hard and throbbing.
A few minutes later I heard a second man walk in. Again, I left my eyes closed, but my ears fully tuned in, trying to determine where he was going to sit down. I didn’t hear any more movement. Finally, I had to open my eyes to see what was going on. When I opened them, I saw a beefy middle aged man who I recognized as a regular at the club standing two feet in front of me, just staring at my cock. It startled me, so I instinctively bent my knees and closed my legs. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze moved from my cock to my eyes. After locking eyes for a few moments, his gaze moved back to where my cock was now covered by my knees. Getting the hint, I forced myself to put my modesty aside, lower my legs and spread them so I was fully on display once again. Then, trying to fulfill my new role as a sub faggot, I reached down and slowly started stroking my cock for him, hoping that he would uncover his cock for me.
But before anything could progress further, the door opened again. As the new person walked in, my admirer quickly turned and walked out. The new guy, a good looking fit guy who appeared to be in his thirties looked over and saw my exposed hard cock.
“What the fuck, you faggot! Cover yourself up when you’re in here.”
Then he turned and left in a huff.
Figuring I had pushed things far enough for the morning, I quickly followed him out, showered and left for work.
With the anticipation of my meeting with my Dom at noon, I had a very unproductive morning at work.
At 11:45 I left my office for the short walk to Walter’s condo. Upon arriving, I was disappointed to find that I had to go through a door man to get up to his condo.
“Hi, um, I’m here to see Walter in unit 1001,” I said to the man behind the desk. He was a black man who appeared to be in his late 40’s. He was about 6′ 2″ and looked like a former athlete who was muscular but had put on a few pounds.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Andy.”
“Hmmm. I have a ‘sub Andy’ on the guest list. Is that you?” he asked, looking up from his computer with a straight face. He had emphasized the “sub” part of the name.
My face immediately flushed and I looked to the floor.
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, instantly wondering why I called him “Sir.”
When I looked back up I saw that he had a mischievous grin on his face. He pointed to his left.
“The elevator is over there. Tenth floor. Enjoy your visit, sub Andy.”
I walked to the elevator with downcast eyes and and when it arrived pushed the button for the tenth floor. When the elevator door opened, I surveyed the numbers by the doors and started walking down the hall to my right. Unit 1001 was the last door at the end of the hallway. I was about to knock when I noticed a note on the door.
“Faggot, strip completely and put your clothes in the bag I left for you. Then get on your knees, and don’t knock on the door until you’re hard.”
“Oh, shit,” I thought to myself. I looked down the hall and didn’t see anybody or hear the sounds of anybody approaching. Finding the bag lying canlı casino siteleri at my feet, I quickly stripped and got on my knees. Thankfully, my cock immediately responded to my situation, so I was able to knock on the door right away.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” I rapped on the door.
There was no response. No opening of the door. No sound of footsteps. Just no response.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” I rapped on the door louder this time. I quickly peered down the hallway to make sure nobody else heard it. But still no response from the other side of the door.
One more try.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!” even louder this time. Finally, I heard movement from the other side of the door.
“Who’s there?”
“Are you kidding me?” I thought to myself.
“Your faggot, Sir” I responded in a hushed tone.
“Who?”
“Andy, your sub faggot, Sir,” the frustration and fear causing me to respond much too loudly.
The door opened and Walter stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. He slowly looked me up and down.
“I like the new shaved look, faggot. Come in. Leave the bag by the door.”
I followed him into the condo, making sure to close the door behind me. The condo was large and bright, with floor to ceiling windows in the living room that overlooked Madison’s State Capitol.
“What does one do in this situation”, I thought to myself. “Do I compliment him?”
“Beautiful condo, Sir,” I said quietly.
“Thank you,” he replied. “Why don’t you walk over to the windows and check out the view.”
I hesitated. The windows were huge, and even though we were on the tenth floor, if anybody walking around Capitol Square looked up they would surely be able to see me.
“Go,” he encouraged me.
I walked over to the windows and took in the scenery. With it being lunch time on a nice sunny spring day, the sidewalks were crowded, as was the lawn of the Capitol. I didn’t see anybody pointing, but I knew I was on full display for anybody who looked up.
“That’s enough. Come over here and join me, faggot.”
He was now sitting on the living room couch. As I approached he pointed to a spot in front of him.
“Knees,” is all he said.
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“I thought I would get to know you a little better today, faggot. I want to know why you are the way you are,” he stated.
I nodded my head in agreement.
“Good. Are you a homophobe? Do you hate gay people?”
“No, Sir. Why would you ask that?” I responded in shock.
“Well, you told me you’re straight, even after exhibiting behavior that would suggest otherwise. And you are clearly responsive to being called a faggot.”
“No, Sir.” I responded. “I do consider myself straight. And I’m not a homophobe and don’t have anything against gay people. I guess faggot just seems like the right term for me since I’m always the sub, taking the cock and doing as I’m told.”
“OK. But straight guys don’t love cock the way you do,” he said. “Just to point out the obvious, I bet the you have have sucked more cocks than the number of girls you have kissed in your life. Am I right, faggot?”
I didn’t even need to think about the answer. “Yes, Sir.” I responded and looked down at the floor.
He stood up and took off his pants and underwear.
“And the number of men who have fucked you is higher than the number of women you have fucked, right faggot?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took a step forward so his still flaccid cock was right in my face. His cock had that mid-day smell. Not fresh out of the shower, but just, how does one describe it? It just smelled like man.
I instinctively opened my mouth and took his cock into it.
“Now, just so you understand. The answers you gave to my questions, and your response to a cock getting close to your face proves that you are gay. Agreed?”
I pulled my mouth off his hardening cock to answer.
“No, Sir.” I said.
“I’m not attracted to men, so I’m straight. I just love cock, Sir.”
Then I moved my mouth back over his cock.
“Ha! Good try, but you’re definitely gay. And I still think you’re a homophobe, so I’m going to make sure you spend some time with a bunch of gay men so you can make appropriate reparations and change your attitude.”
“Now, let’s talk about your exhibitionist and submissive tendencies,” he siad.
“Stop sucking my cock so we can have a conversation, faggot. Sit back on your heals and clasp your hands behind your back so I can see you better,” he ordered.
I reluctantly stopped sucking his cock that was now rock hard and sat back. I was here for his cock and wasn’t interested in exploring why.
“When did you become an exhibitionist?”
“I’m not sure I’m an exhibitionist, Sir. I just like to be naked,” I responded.
“When did you notice that you like to be naked more than other people?”
“Probably during college, Sir.”
“Why do you think you like being naked so much?”
“I don’t know Sir. Probably because I have a decent body and slot oyunları I’ve always been more interested in and focused on sex than most other people. Being naked is just very sexual to me.”
“Have you been caught being naked in inappropriate places or situations?”
“Not until this week with you, Sir. I’m usually very careful.”
“But you enjoyed being displayed at the health club this week, didn’t you faggot?”
“I guess, Sir,” I answered.
“Where else have you been naked and on display that you shouldn’t have, faggot?
“Well, I’m often naked in my office and other common areas at work. I’ve driven down the highway with my pants down while stroking my cock. And I’ve been fully naked in numerous public bathrooms and changing rooms at stores when I wanted to stroke my cock, Sir.”
“Don’t forget what you told me the other day. That you get fully naked in the video booths at adult bookstores when you are sucking strangers cocks,” he said with a grin.
“Yes, Sir. I guess that is the only place where I very much want to be seen naked.”
“Would you like to suck my cock again, faggot.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered and started moving toward him.
“Not so fast,” he said as he held out his hand to block my head.
“I ordered something for you and received a notification this morning that it has arrived. It’s in our mail room on the first floor. I want you to go get it for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I got up and walked over to the bag I had left by the front door with my clothes in it. I opened the bag to start getting dressed.
“What do you think you’re doing, faggot?” he said from across the room.
“Getting dressed so I can get your package, Sir.”
“No need to get dressed. Go as you are. You can take the stairs down and you’ll find the mail room across the hall from the door to the stairs,” he explained.
“But, Sir…” I started to protest before he cut me off.
“Go!” he demanded. “And take your phone. I want you to stop on the fifth floor landing and take a selfie that shows where you are. Take another selfie in the mail room. Send them to me as soon as you take them. And your cock better be hard in both of the pictures, faggot.”
I grabbed my phone and opened the door. Before stepping through the doorway I leaned out and looked down the hallway. I didn’t see anybody, so I walked out and shut the door behind myself. I looked around, trying to find the stairway, and noticed an exit sign at the other end of the hall. All my senses were on high alert as I hurried down the hallway and rushed through the door below the exit sign.
Once through the door I stopped and listened. To my relief, I didn’t hear any noise. I relaxed a bit as I realized there wasn’t any reason people would use the stairway in a nice building like this. I hustled down the stairs, feeling the cold concrete on my bare feet. When I saw the sign above the door for the fifth floor I stopped and quickly took a selfie. But as I examined the picture I saw that I was too close and couldn’t get my face, cock, and the door sign in the picture, and my cock wasn’t fully hard. I would have to put my phone further away and set a timer. I fiddled with my phone a bit trying to figure out how to set the timer, then set my phone on the stairs facing the door with the sign next to it. When I finally got the phone set up I realized I still wasn’t ready for the pic because my cock wasn’t fully hard. So I kneeled in front of the doorway, closed my eyes, and tried to get hard. Being naked and on my knees, it was easy to imagine myself in the same position at an adult bookstore booth. As usual, that did the trick and my cock quickly rose to full hardness.
Now that I was hard, I was ready for the picture. I got up and pushed the button on the phone to start the timer. I saw it start counting down from ten as I hurried back onto my knees and smiled at the camera. With a few seconds left I heard a door close and the voices of two women talking to each other. The smile left my face, but I stayed in position for the pictures. Then I quickly grabbed the camera and tried to figure out where the women were. They were still talking and I could tell they were walking up the stairs towards me. With no other choice, I walked through the door on the fifth floor into the hallway and waited out of sight. Even with the door closed, I could hear the women talking. They were getting closer. I waited anxiously, hoping they wouldn’t leave the stairway on this floor. A minute later the voices started to fade and I figured the women had walked past the fifth floor. I slowly opened the door and listened. They were now higher up in the stairway, so I walked back into the stair well and quickly sent the picture to Walter as I continued my descent of the stairs.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs I popped my head out of the door and scanned for any activity. I didn’t see or hear anyone, so I quickly crossed the hall into the mail room, which I was happy to find empty. There were about 10 packages on a table, so slot casino siteleri I hurriedly read the shipping labels to try to identify the one addressed to Walter. After finding it I started to walk back towards the stairs when I remembered I had to take a picture. I quickly found a place to perch my phone, then got down on my knees to make sure my cock was adequately hard for the picture. I closed my eyes and took myself back to the gloryhole. It didn’t take long for me to get hard, so I opened my eyes and was shocked to see the door man standing in front of me with a smile on his face.
“What are you doing, sub Andy?” he asked.
I must have turned completely white from the shock, then red from the embarrassment.
“Um. Well. Um, I was retrieving a package for Walter and he wanted me to take a picture of myself while I was down here,” I meekly answered.
“Ha. Figures. Walter does like his sub boys.”
“I don’t know if you saw it, sub Andy, but there is a security camera right there,” he said as he pointed to a corner by the ceiling.
“Your little adventure has been caught and recorded.”
“Shit,” I thought to myself.
“There are also security cameras on every odd numbered floor in the stairwell,” he explained.
“Now, what are you doing on your knees?”
“Um, I was told to take a picture of myself in the mail room. My phone is right behind you.” I replied.
“Ha, ha,” he laughed. “Walter sure knows how to humiliate his subs.”
“Tell you what. I’ll take the pictures for you,” he said as he grabbed my phone.
“Move your hand away from your dick and say ‘cheese’,” he said before I head a couple of camera clicks.
“I’m supposed to be hard in the pictures, Sir.” I said to him.
“O.K. then. Close your eyes and think about all the people who are going to see the pics and laugh at what a pathetic little sub faggot your are,” he instructed.
I did as instructed, and quickly got hard again.
“Good job, faggot. Now smile for the camera.” he said and he took some pictures.
“Let’s get some more.” he said. “Turn so you are on all fours with your ass facing me, but look back and smile at the camera.”
I did, and more pictures were taken.
“Now lay flat on your back.”
Click, click, click.
Then I heard a door open and voices.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” my tormenter said as two older ladies in sweat suits walked past him.
“Hello, Michael,” one of the ladies replied as she walked past. “Are there any packages in there for us?” she asked.
“No, Ma’am, just a little package for Walter.” he answered and winked at me.
The ladies kept walking, giving no indication that they had seen me.
“Just a couple more pictures,” Michael said as he turned back towards me.
“Get back on your knees,” he ordered.
I returned to my knees as he walked close to me.
“Do you like black cock,” he asked as he started to unzip his pants.
“Yes, Sir,” I meekly said back to him as he pulled out his still flaccid, but very big cock just inches from my face.
Click, click, he took some pictures.
“Hands behind your back and put it in your mouth,” he told me.
I immediately put my hands behind my back and leaned forward and sucked the cock into my mouth. I love to feel a cock getting hard while it’s in my mouth, and this cock was not disappointing. When it felt fully hard I started moving my head in and out on his cock.
“Put just the tip in your mouth and look up at me,” he said. I pulled my head back and looked up.
Click, click, click.
Then he pulled back, put his cock away and zipped up his pants.
He started typing in my phone and then I heard the sound of a text being sent.
“I just sent those pics to Walter, and myself,” he told me as he handed my phone back to me.
“I’m glad you like black cock, because you’re going to be my bitch too. And I share my bitches with my friends,” he said.
“Now get going before you get caught and I have to call the police,” he said before he turned and walked away.
I was disappointed to say the least. His beautiful cock was nice and thick and had to be at least 9 inches long. I wanted his cum in my mouth, throat, and stomach.
Then I remembered where I was. I stood up, quickly checked the hallway, and finding it empty, walked across the hall into the stairwell. I was on the second floor when I realized I had forgotten the package. I ran back down and retrieved it, then I practically sprinted up the ten flights of stairs and down the hall to Walter’s door. I tried to quickly open the door, but once again found it locked with another note on it.
The note said, “Open the box, dispose of the box and packaging in the trash chute at the end of the hall, then get back on your knees in front of my door and knock three times.”
Ugh. I was already sweating from running up the stairs and didn’t have any option other than to follow the instructions. I quickly ripped open the package and found a large black dildo inside with a suction cup on one end. I tore the packing off, put it back in the box, and hurried down the hall with a large black dildo in one hand and the box in the other. Thankfully, I didn’t run into anyone in the hall and after disposing of the garbage I quickly returned to the doorway and dropped to my knees.
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