Waiter Troubles

BDSM story about a waiter and his boss.

I know I can do this. I finally landed a stable job, one that can fund my increasing student loans and cover my rent. I’m on the house staff for a rich family, with a White House-esque design and more pools than I’ve got plates. I’ve got my uniform pressed straight, though it is built rather tight. Even though I can’t afford a gym membership, I work out a lot, using equipment I find on sale online or in garage sales. I know I look good, a tall 6-foot figure and large biceps. I shaved my short mustache and trimmed by body hair, something that is slightly visible through the vest I was given.

I arrived in my beat-up Volkswagen to the decadent hall. I know I’m responsible for one specific person, Jake, the muscular younger brother in the family. He’s around five years younger than me, around two inches shorter than me, and about five times the confidence. He has no problem bossing people around, including me, who could easily take him. I enter the house, and go on to look for Jake so he doesn’t berate me for being late. I walk into his room, seeing him shirtless in a pair of white athletic pants. He is muscular, especially surprising for someone with so little discipline.
“Sorry to interrupt, sir” he has me call him sir despite the age and size difference. “Do you need anything?”
He smiles.
“Yes, start taking my laundry and wash it.” He pointed at the dirty laundry on the ground. I nodded, and got to work picking up the slightly dirty and moist clothes, probably from a run.

After picking up after Jack, I look to find the laundry machines, but to my embarrassment, I run into Jack again.
“Taking my sweat-soaked clothes for a walk?” He snickered as my face grew red, and he looked at me intensely.
“Just searching for the laundry machines. Sir.” I mumbled.
“Oh, no.” He laughed. “You gotta do those by hand, the machine shrinks them.” He almost looked evil for a second, but I’ve imagined worse from privileged kids.

An hour later, I’m sweating while grinding Jack’s underwear against a washboard. Speaking of, my mind kept moving to his abs. It was clear he kept in shape, but his belly slightly portended with small imprints of abs. Hair ran up the belly to full pecks-“Fuck.” I spilled the water on my shirt and vest. In this heat, they’d be dry in no time if I’d lay them in the drying rack with Jack’s clothes. I quickly tore them off—I was alone in this pool area. As I finished up, my hairy chest was thoroughly sweat-soaker I stood up and took a long drink of water when I heard a voice talking near my ear .
“You’re washing clothes, not auditioning for the fireman calendar.” I gasped, choking on the water and pouring the rest down my abs and pants. That mischievous devil is as quiet as a mouse—when he wants to be.



Jack


I enter the back pool area, only to see the bear-like, muscular maid soaking in the sun with rounded, rippling back lines and a hairy back. I want to dig my head between those two pecks and never leave. I want to lick up his bo—hold on. He’s servicing me, not the other way around. Anger at myself flickered as a lusted over a simple man. He was below me. After reprimanding him, his face took a cold shape, one that wasn’t used to taking orders. I took it as a challenge.
“Pick up that underwear.” I barked, and he gave me a look that was a bit surprised but mostly obsessed with killing me. His powerful body knelt next to me, grabbing my wet underwear from this morning.
“Oh, and tie my shoe while you’re down there.”
I popped my shoe on his folded knee, my sole dirtying his pants. He quaked with anger, shaking to control himself as he tied my shoe. I just couldn’t help myself. “Good boy.” I whispered. He grunted loudly, quickly rising to tower above me. His huge paw came to hold my throat. Furious eyes darkened against mine, as arousal, fear, surprise came flooding to me. I struggled to breathe, letting out a cough before his big, round, brown eyes cleared and he quickly dropped me, apologizing profusely.
“Go to my room.” I said and walked away.


I took some water to calm down after what just happened. X’s beefy arm and body were very hot, but I think I was just assaulted by my own staff. And I… liked it? In a way, I kind of yearned to have someone that could take care of me, tell me when to stop my teasing, privileged provokes. I settled on an idea.

I picked up some cash from the safe in the kitchen—around 2,000– and went to my room. On the floor, a red-eyed muscular giant looked at me with begging eyes. I could tell he wasn’t used to this.
“Sir. Please let me keep my job. I’m very sorry about my outbreak, it won’t happen again.” I circled him, enjoying the power I had around this huge and strong creature.
“I won’t fire you” he breathed a sigh of relief.” If you become my dominant.” Hard brown eyes bore into me as I took the bills and tucked them into his underwear.
“You just gotta control me a bit, maybe discipline me. As you can see, I have some control issues.” He nodded, but stood to leave.
“I will not become a prostitute for you.” He spat the words out.
“No. No no no. Sex is not required. I just need some dominance.” I pulled on a muscular forearm. “For ten thousand a week.” His eyes bulged out. His meat brain thought about it, I could tell.
“I have been in a relationship like this before. Are you sure this is what you want. Hell, for that much money, I’d do a lot of messed up shit.” He said.
“Great. Yes. Deal.” I said, desperate for some kind of change in a life that has brought me misery from its unrestrained existence.
“Get on the bed.” A deep, deep voice quaked under that scruffy mustache. He turned that on quick. He layed me down between his legs, and unzipped his pants.
“This is the process in which I establish dominance over the sub. You either take it all, or you stop this and never come back. This will feel derogatory, humiliating, sub human. You will learn to accept what I give, alone.” He had me sit in between his open pants for a while, not touching anything, just doing nothing as he scrolled on his phone. After around twenty minutes, I got a little bored and reached for the cock I could only smell. A slap to the face had me shooting straight up.
“Hey!” He sternly held my face in the same hand that delivered a blow to my cheek.
“You do as I say. The fact that you’re throwing the money around means nothing.” I wanted to mention the fact that he’s doing this since I gave him the money, but I didn’t want to earn another slap. After a while, he had me suck on his soft cock for a good hour. Sometimes it got a little hard, but he somehow kept it mostly flaccid. It was boring, but I came to appreciate soft pats and half-pets on my head. I braced for the warm, loving touch. I craved it already. It was crazy that the same hand had just slapped me across the face, and now I wanted to suck on every finger that gave me warmth. He then moved his big paw to my chest, bringing my back up to his chest.
“Everything you have is mine. Including your life. Your breath.” The calloused hand came to my mouth and nose. Sealing it. At first, I complied, but I needed to breath. I struggled, a little at first, then as I got desperate for air, I kicked. Yelled into the palm. As the world got slower, I stopped, and his pointer finger moved and I sucked in air through the small gap in his sweaty hand.
“Accept that I decide when you breathe. You will not fight it. Otherwise we go again. The hand locked into place again, and I was sealed off. I tried to contain myself, not moving despite burning in my lungs. He kept doing this, allowing me small breathes throw a straw-sized hole every few minutes. After about half an hour. He stopped to praise me and gave me a few minutes to catch my breath. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but I spoke up. “Thank you.” That confused me. I felt like I wanted to cry, but also that I wanted him to keep holding me harshly. I whimpered into his bicep, licking it.
“Good boy.” He said. This time, my heart exploded as the phrase came with more oxygen. All afternoon, he limited my breath, and I thanked him. I searched a way to show my deep appreciation. I licked, massaged, and cried against his bicep. At one point, that bicep crushed my throat as he held me in a chokehold. I kissed it after through the thick hair. Every time he praised me, my heart set off, my dick got hard, I got to breath. I tried not to mess up, to deserve the oxygen he gave me in little amounts. His foot had started crushing my dick and balls, but all I could do was get out. “Thank you. Please. Thank you.” I didn’t know what to do. He explained to me that I needed a chastity cage.
“You have to squish that tiny cock down.” I nodded, licking his cruel bicep. I chirped out a response after hours of sore throat squeezing.
“Yes. Ok.” But the punishing hand quickly took my head, slapping it hard to the left and right.
“It’s master.”
“Yes master.” I said as tears leaked into his chest as I licked his sweaty, bushy, long chest hair to show my appreciation. The taste of sweat felt like forgiveness.

Our roles were almost instantly reversed. It was almost scary how fast Peter—master Peter—flipped our entire dynamic. He continued breath-control and edging techniques. I never really had sexual craves before, no real urgent needs. But he morphed me into something else. The thought of him or any part of his body created feeling in my cock. Ache at the thought of his routine punishment of it, but also arousal. I pondered this as I cooked him breakfast. He was a big man, over six foot and over two hundred pounds. I cooked three eggs and a package of bacon on the built-in indoor grill in my main kitchen. I wasn’t some great cook, but I knew the simple things. I added some salt and pepper and a dash of honey to the bacon, while adding some milk to the eggs as I scrambled them. I actually hadn’t eaten in a while—I was undergoing Peter’s ‘training’ as he ate delivery takeout in my bed. Sometimes, he’d have me stand up against the wall, slap myself, or massage his feet. Doing the tasks was simple enough, but I didn’t like the waiting, the monotonous tasks—though I had to admit I loved the admiration in his voice when he praised me, the soft head pets.

I opened the door with the food tray to see him lying in some designer pants of mine, which barely fit him since he was about two sizes larger than me, and shirtless. Slightly curly body hair stretched from his lower shoulder, intensifying between his pecs, leading to a furry stomach and hard muscles everywhere else.
“Master Peter, I have your food.” He nodded and I placed it over his lap, soft sizzling bacon and and fluffy scrambled eggs. I also cut up some cucumber and put out some orange juice. I drooled over the food and he laughed loudly.
“We need to keep you on a diet so you keep heathy, show some muscles.” I worked out quite a bit, and I had muscles to show for it. Obviously I wasn’t like Peter, he was much taller, wider, and thicker than me. His bulging biceps were twice as big as mine, if not more. After maneuvering me to lay against his side, he started eating, enjoying the food and watching something on his phone. He had taken away my phone, so I just watched as his armpit hair slowly curled and became shiny, a little more sweaty as the minutes passed. His natural sweat was absorbed by his body hair, which fairly quickly curled up. I smelled it a little as I laid there. Eventually, he turned to me and used calloused large fingers to open my mouth. He spit orange juice into it, and I swallowed and smiled. In return, I licked up that armpit hair that had been getting sweaty. He returned to eat. After about fifteen minutes, he chewed a mouthful of eggs, and turned to me. After a good ten seconds of chewing, he forced my mouth open again. He spit out the food, casually as if someone who just didn’t like what they ate, and spit several times as rubbery, soggy, small bits of scrambled eggs fell into my mouth. I tasted a bit of bacon as well as I swallowed the mushy chewed eggs—I didn’t need to continue chewing them. After he finished eating, I took his tray away. He pulled me in, laying the side of my head to his belly. He was clearly very muscular, and worked out a lot. But a small layer of rubbery belly sat under thick hair. My ear ticked from the hair, and he left his hand on my head. One finger slightly covered my eyes, but the weight of the large hand kept me on his stomach. Like this, I heard the sounds of his digestive tract. For about an hour, I focused on the sounds of his stomach digesting the food. He continued drinking from his large water bottle that I had refilled when he woke up and woke me up. Then he got up, and went to the bathroom, which meant I was to follow. If he went number two, I wiped his ass and flushed the toilet. But this was number one, as he lined up about a foot from the toilet. I kneeled in between him and the toilet, taking the head of his soft cock between my lips. A strong current of pee came out. Luckily, he had drank a lot recently, so the pee was clear and relatively flavorless. When he’d been a little dehydrated, the yellow pee’s smell and taste had me gagging. I swallowed quickly as he peed very quickly. He shook his penis and a few drops of pee landed on my forehead and cheek, then went to wash his hands before I dried them off with a cloth. Then he returned to the master California king bed, and laid me out on his lap. He took my cock in his hand. He jerked it for a few minutes. I gasped as I was ready to cum, and he took my head and slid the back of his hand against it. Pain and overstimulation screamed inside of me, but I bit my tongue hard since I learned any negative reaction to his cruel edging resulted ballbusting. Not being able to hold it in, I winced and groaned as the skin of my cock head cracked. He smiled a little, and moved his hand to my balls. At first, he rolled the two orbs around, slowly stretching the ballsack. Then, he took the two orbs and pulled them away from my body. His other hand pushed against my clipped pubes, and pain erupted in my balls. He then released them and they retreated becoming smaller. He gave them light slaps as I jumped. I eventually controlled my jumping, and was rewarded by a two-finger pet of my left testicle.