When I woke the next morning, it was already noon. Yet, I still felt exhausted. My neighbor had forced me to serve his feet until 5 am. By that time, he had been ready to dump another load on my face. He had instructed me not to wash my face until the next time we saw each other, and I had obeyed... until now.
Waking up with his dried-up, sticky cum still on my face made me feel disgusted. I rushed to the bathroom and started washing my face. I tried not to look at myself too much while I cleansed my face of last night's humiliation.
When I thought about last night, I felt like crying. I had let myself be abused by a man who had no respect for me and thought of me as a nothing more than a sex slave.
Thinking about it now, there must have been something I could have done. Yes, he had blackmailed me, but I shouldn't have panicked like that. I could have threatened to go to the police.
When I returned to my room, I noticed I had a new WhatsApp-message from David. "Are you up, slut?" I felt my pulse raise and decided to put my phone in airplane mode. I had always been good at running away from problems, and since I didn't feel like standing up to David just yet, running away felt like the most comfortable option.
After breakfast I took my bike from the garage, all the while making sure not to glance at my neighbor's house. I drove to the river and looked for a spot where I was completely alone, where I continued reading a Stephen King novel. I had started reading it last week and didn't get further than fifty pages. However, today I needed a distraction, and usually King's books provided exactly that.
It took me a while to fully concentrate on the story, but when I did, I finally felt myself relax and for a couple of hours, I didn't think of David or the humiliation I suffered that night.
It wasn't until six 'o clock, when I started to get hungry, that I finally returned home. When I arrived at my house, I carefully looked in the direction of my neighbor's house. At first, I didn't notice any movement, but then I caught him in the corner of my eye in the kitchen window. He was shirtless, preparing a meal for one. Or so I assume. I didn't look long enough; afraid our eyes would meet.
A couple of minutes later, I was standing in my own kitchen, looking for ingredients to wrap up a meal for myself. However, looking at half an onion and an old carrot, I decided to order pizza instead.
I ordered a large pizza with mushrooms and sat down on the sofa, trying to decide which movie I was going to watch.
Then the bell rang. It had only been ten minutes since I ordered the pizza and although I had ordered it on my laptop, they usually send a text to confirm the delivery. I automatically looked at my phone, only to realize that I had put it in airplane mode. I got up from the couch and opened the door.
It was David. I wanted to shut the door again when I noticed he was on the phone.
"Hold on, he just opened the door." He said, with a charming smile on his face. I looked confused when David passed me his phone. "It's your dad."
"Kevin? Are you alright?" My dad's voice sounded anxious.
"I'm fine, dad. Why?" I asked with the exact level of irritation that can be expected from an eighteen-year-old.
"Your mom and I have been trying to reach you all day. You had us worried sick!"
I sighed. When putting my phone in airplane mode I had completely forgotten about the daily phone call my parents make to check on me.
"I'm fine. I had just been wrapped up in a Stephen King novel and didn't notice my phone died."
For a couple of minutes, I listened to my dad giving me a lecture about being responsible. I had to promise to answer their calls and to keep my phone charged. Then my father asked to speak to David again.
I handed him the phone without saying anything.
"No problem, I'll keep an eye on him."
His voice sounded warm and neighborly, but with his eyes he gave me a menacing look while he said it.
It was only then that I realized that David had stepped inside while I was on the phone with my dad. There was no way of shutting the door now.
"Okay, Mark! You take care. Say hi to Katherine for me." And with those words he ended the call.
For a couple of seconds, we stood there in silence. I looked at his body. His broad shoulders looked intimidating. He was wearing a tank top that looked like it had been painted on his sweaty, muscular torso.
"I see you found some time to put on a top." I said, sounding more confident than I felt. For a second I thought David wasn't going to react.
Then he leapt forward and hit me in the groin. I fell to my knees, gasping for air.
"You disobedient slut." David hissed. "I'm going to punish you until you remember what you are."
It was only when I felt the tears dripping from my face, that I realized I was crying. My balls felt like they had been smashed with a rock. It hurt so much I worried that I might need a doctor.
"Lay your face down on the floor, slut!"
I was still too preoccupied with my balls to react.
David slowly squatted next to me and whispered in my ear: "Lay your slutface on the floor, so that I can put my foot on it."
I felt too weak to resist. Slowly I brought my face down and rested it sideways on the floor. Through my tears I saw David. He looked enormous from this perspective.
"Put your ass up, slut!" He ordered.
It didn't even occur to me not to obey him. I Got my ass up in the air, just like he told me. Then I saw him raise his right foot. The sole of his sneaker looked huge.
"Please..." I pleaded. But no other words followed.
As a response David put his foot firmly on my face. I yelped.
