Slave For a Day - Part 1

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

Never make bets with your friends. You might end up in a situation you didn’t expect. Then again, for me it turned into a lot of fun actually. My buddy and I were bored watching the Eagles game last weekend. We were sitting on the couch in my musty basement. 

“I can smell your balls,” Kellan said to me. So I stood up and shoved my crotch toward his face, wiggling around my package. I was wearing basketball shorts with no underwear, and I was sweaty so I knew he was smelling it for real. 

“Oh really? You like that shit?” I antagonized. He sighed and leaned back to avoid the onslaught of my sweaty junk in his face. We had a bit of boyish fun pretty regularly when we were bored. To be honest, we didn’t really care about the game we were watching. His mom was upstairs making us snacks, and we would be back to school on Monday. Our precious weekend time was being eaten away. I plopped down on the couch. 

“We might as well just be beating our dicks right now.” Said Kellan, causing me look at him confused. “We’ve got no skin in the game,” he continued, “this is boring.” 

“Ah,” I said, “Yeah… maybe we should just be jerking off instead.” 

He leaned back to stretch and yawn, tightening his ass and sticking out his meaty bulge. I glanced instinctively at it. He must be hung, I thought to myself, I can’t believe Jennifer hasn’t even touched his big dick yet. 

“I’ve got it!” Taylor shouted, snapping me out of my daze. I looked at him waiting for his great idea. “Lets bet on the game, then it’ll be fun.” He said. 

“Alright,” I said, “But we have zero dollars and zero cents between us.” I chuckled. 

“How about slave for a day?” He suggested. I smirked, thinking my Rams were definitely going to win today, so I might as well. 

“Let’s do it.” I said. 

We shook on it, and both excitedly turned to the tv, our quivering asses on the edge of the couch. Now when either one scored or made a good pass, one of us cheered and the other sulked. When the final timer counted down, I shuttered, as the Eagles had it 28-22. At least we had fun watching the game—I was just hoping Kellan wouldn’t be too sadistic. 

He stood up and scratched his balls, then lifted his fingers to my nose to make me sniff his hand. 

“Here you go slave.” He said. 

I cringed, but didn’t even pull back—just took a whiff and said “Ok master, what’s first on the list?”

“Why don’t you rub down my piggly wigglies?” He said as he sat down and wiggled his smelly, socked feet in my face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed one foot and started massaging it. He got really silly at this point, and moved his other foot into my dick and started pushing in, then rubbing around in little circles. The contact made my cock hard, since as a teen literally any touching would give me a boner. I looked at him nervously, feeling submissive in connection with my becoming a slave for a day. He smiled big, on the verge of laughter.

He suddenly got up and said “I’m gonna work on my videos on my computer, why don’t you keep rubbing my feet from underneath it.” I sighed at the thought, and started to get up to follow him, but he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

“Doggies don’t stand up,” he said, in a chastising tone of a schoolteacher.

I looked at him very confused, but when he didn’t move his hand from my shoulder, I moved down to the floor on my knees, keeping eye contact to see if he’d say he was joking. Apparently he wasn’t. I guess I’m a doggy now, I thought to myself. I started to feel a certain way with him dominating me. It got kind of serious, and I felt kind of nervous in the pit of my stomach. But, also, I had to admit it was kind of fun. Like a bit weird, or taboo, and maybe kind of, almost, kinky?

He walked over to the basement desk where he works on Youtube videos that he posts, and sat down. I crawled over to him and he watched me, with a satisfied grin on his face. I started laughing at the absurdity and he joined in. Then, he rolled his chair to the side to make way for me to get underneath the desk. 

As I attempted to crawl under, I realized that there wasn’t much room for a whole dude to get in there. I looked up at him questioningly, and he just said “Go on, you’ll fit.”

I shrugged and just sat back in there, ready to rub some feet. He sat down and scooted in, so his knees were pushing into me against the wall. He was only wearing basketball shorts, and I don’t think he had underwear on. Down here I was cramped.

“I can’t really reach your feet,” I said.

“Doggies don’t talk” he said. This gave me an electric shock down my abdomen. I got that nervous feeling in my stomach, maybe even my balls. I was nervous, but didn’t want to stop. 

“Just massage what you can.” He said.

So, since I’m the slave for the day, I started rubbing his exposed calves. He adjusted his other leg a bit and stuck a foot in my crotch again. I guessed he was going to massage his own foot, using my crotch? I flinched, but let him do what he was going to do, and started to get hard again. I hoped he didn’t notice.

Soon it became apparent that he was not actually working on his YouTube videos, as the sounds of women moaning started coming out of his speakers. He didn’t make any mention of what was going on, so I just kept massaging his calves, and then the exposed parts of his thighs. He quickly started to tent up his shorts, showing off that large cock I had seen enough times to know it was bigger than average. When it started to pulse, I gasped a little bit. The situation was becoming so sensual—I was hard. He was hard. And I was his slave. He suddenly lifted his ass and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, then sat his bare ass back down in the chair. His sweaty teen boy crotch was a powerful musk, and it hit me like I was struck by lightning. It only served to enhance the power he had over me today, and remind me what I was sinking into.

Kellan didn’t say anything, but his engorged cock was begging for attention. It was clear what he wanted, and his cock was less than a foot away from me while I was cramped under his desk. Continuing with the massage he had demanded, I moved up his thighs, watching his cock twitch as I got closer to it, then I grabbed the thick shaft with my hand, eliciting a sigh of joy from him.

Keeping in line with what Master wanted today, I started to stroke him and and down. His little boyish moans were kind of cute when I was looking at the giant cock in front me. It was a mismatch. I was satisfied that I could make my friend happy. He did win the bet after all. I was in a comfortable motion with my hand, jerking his cock and watching his bare crotch jiggle around as I did so. His full balls moved with a mind of their own, and his hairless thighs moved with the rhythm of my pumping. He started to scoot his chair closer and jut his cock out more forward. The scent of balls filled my nostrils and I was trapped under here. A drop of precum escaped the head of his cock, and I rubbed it with my thumb. His moan told me that was good, and soon more drops of precum were flowing out of him. My instinct told me not to waste them. Soon he had scooted so close that I could barely jerk him off without his cock touching my lips, so I did the next natural thing, and stuck the tip of his cock in my mouth.

His whole body shuddered when his cock made contact with my tongue, and it quickly pulsed and ejaculated a sizable load onto my tongue. I held it in my mouth until I milked the last drop out of him, and he relaxed back down into his chair, I released his cock and it rested on his thigh. He rolled the chair back a bit and looked down at me. I opened my mouth to show him the white cum I’d had the pleasure to prepare for him, then I closed my mouth and gulped it down.

His mouth dropped open in shock, then he picked his chin up, smirked, and said “That was a good round one.”