Chapter 1

My wife and I were working in the front yard raking leaves when we saw the moving truck pull in to the house next door. It was exciting to finally get a new neighbor as the house had been sitting empty for quite a while. A black SUV pulled in beside the truck and out stepped the biggest man I’d ever seen. He easily stood six foot four and looked to weigh close to three hundred pounds. He was built like a retired linebacker, solid but with a bit of a gut showing he didn’t work out like he once had. He was bald and looked to be about fifty years old. The most striking thing about him was his pitch black skin. He skin was so dark it looked almost impossible to be human. He wore old, ragged, gray sweatpants and a stained tshirt. The look on his face was one of barely masked distain. This was a dangerous man to be sure. Nothing about him looked friendly or welcoming.

My wife made some comment about being disappointed not to see a family moving in and hoped it wasn’t just him. She said we should go over and welcome the man and I felt a cold shiver go down my spine at the prospect. He just looked so mean and rough but I knew she was right and the friendly thing would be to welcome our new neighbor.

Our house sits at the end of a long street and is one of only two houses within a five mile radius. We always loved the fact that we were so secluded and had loved living next to Davidson’s who had owned the only other house around for years. The old couple had moved away several months ago but now it looked as though we had to get to know someone new.

My wife insisted we go over right away so we put down our gardening tools and headed over to meet the man. My wife was dressed for outdoor work as was I so she was wearing a pair of shorts that stopped just above her knees and a button down blouse that she had tied in a knot just under her breasts. Beth is quite a stunning woman no matter how she’s dressed with jet black, shoulder length hair, wide blue eyes, thick red lips and a body that has held up wonderfully over the years. At thirty five years old Beth still looked amazing. Her tits were firm and stood out in front of her proudly. She had a great ass that added to her hourglass figure and moved back and forth when she walked in the most hypnotizing way.

For myself, I’m nothing much to look at I guess. Short brown hair, average build, and a bit too much of a beer gut. I’m not very tall, standing only five foot seven so the thought of approaching such a big man made me nervous. I always feel uneasy around bigger men. I find myself mumbling my words and looking down at my feet a lot.

As we got closer to the man he began to look us over in a disapproving manner. He didn’t even attempt to smile as I held out my hand and said, “Welcome to the neighborhood”.

He took my hand and squeezed a handshake that nearly broke my fingers. I fought to hold in a cry of pain but my eyes began to water before he finally released me. I tried to make a joke of his strong grip but he ignored the attempt with a sneer. I stumbled through introductions saying, “I’m Tim Matthews and this is my wife, Beth”. Beth smiled and said hello but I could tell she was feeling very uncomfortable with his rude behavior. My normally friendly wife was quiet and reserved and looked as though she wanted to leave right away.

The man said, “I’m Jake” and then fell silent. He continued to stare at me like a wolf eying a sheep before pouncing. I stammered through some inane small talk but felt myself withering under his gaze and soon ran out of things to say. It was at that moment Beth spoke up and sealed my fate. “Maybe Tim could help you move in? I’m sure you could use a hand with the heavier items”, she said. Jake looked me over and grunted out a laugh before saying that he wondered if I would be able to lift any of his furniture. Beth laughed a nervous laugh and told him I was stronger than I looked. Jake never took his eyes from me when he said, “Fine, stick around Tim”.

My traitorous wife took that as an opportunity to run away and quickly excused herself back to the safety of our house.

By this time the movers had unloaded the truck and by some pre designed plan left everything on the front lawn, packed up the truck and took off. I had to wonder why Jake had done things this way. I mean how had he planned to get everything inside by himself? It’s not like he knew someone would be here to help.

Jake issued an order to grab one side of the sofa and we were off. The work was hard and took several hours in which time Jake wasted none of his breath talking to me unless it was to bark out an order. I know I should have been offended but my inability to confront bigger men was preventing me from doing anything but obey his commands. In no time I was soaked with sweat and panting in exhaustion but Jake kept me at a steady pace the entire time until all of his belongings were in the house and placed in the rooms he wanted them in.

When the last item was in place I stood there on wobbly legs trying to catch my breath. Jake told me to get him a beer from the cooler he had brought and when I fished out two cold ones he said, “Did I tell you to get two?”

I stammered out an apology and put one of the beers back in the cooler before handing the second one to Jake. I know I should have just left but something kept me rooted in place like I was waiting for permission or something. Jake cracked the beer and finished half of it in one long pull. I was licking my lips in thirst wishing I had anything to cool me down. Jake belched loudly and then sat down on the couch resting his feet on the ottoman. He stared at me for several seconds and I cleared my throat before saying, “Well I should get going”.

Jake just looked at me like I was something he had scraped off his shoe and said in a commanding voice, “Take my boots off”.

I couldn’t believe this guy. Who the fuck did he think he was? I said, “What? What the hell are you talking about”?

Jake continued to stare at me and I felt myself getting very uncomfortable. I was squirming and looking down at his large feet without thinking. I was terrified and couldn’t find any words so I just stood there.

“Take off my boots boy”, Jake said with anger in his voice. I tried to say something I really did. I tried to leave. I just couldn’t move. This huge man had me rooted in place with abject terror. I was afraid of making him angry but I still wanted to hold my ground like a man should.

“NOW!” He yelled with force and authority. I stood still for another second or two the found myself moving toward the ottoman and the threatening black man’s boots. I found myself sinking to my knees in front of him and began untying the lace on his right boot. When I got the laces loose enough I pulled the boot from his massive foot which was easily a size thirteen. The odor that assaulted me was overwhelming. It brought tears to my eyes and I had to fight not to gag. This amused my tormentor and he smiled for the first time today. I made quick work of the other boot and was soon just kneeling there in front of this big man’s stockinged feet becoming lightheaded from the smell.

Jake finished his beer and ordered me to get him another which I gladly did to get away from the smell of his feet. I handed him the beer and made to leave before he barked out, “Where do you think you’re going boy”?

I stuttered out some sounds that might have been words as tears of fear filled my eyes. Jake stood up and walked over to me grabbing both of my arms in his huge hands. He pulled me close to him and the smell of his body odor was worse than his feet. I could smell the beer on his breath as he said, “I’m not done with you yet boy. I had you pegged right away as a weak ass punk and I love nothing more than using a weak ass punk. Now you might be thinking of leaving or maybe of fighting back here but let me assure you that’s not going to work. Unless you want a serious ass beating you better come to grips with the idea that you will continue to do as I say. You understand me boy?”

I heard every word but none of it made any sense. What the hell was he talking about? What did he mean by “using” me? I was trembling when I said, “Let me go”. Jake squeezed my arms harder and pulled his face to within an inch of mine. His threatening look and the pain in my arms took away any resistance I may have once felt. I was so scared that I lowered my eyes and felt a single tear roll down my cheek. Jake saw the will leave me and knew he had beaten me without ever throwing a punch. He said, “Do we understand each other boy”?

I weakly replied, “Yes” before he shook me hard and said, “What was that”?

I understood immediately what he wanted and with a sniff of submission I said, “Yes sir”. Jake released my arms and I thought of running right away but fear kept me in my place. Fear of a beating from this brute of a man.

Jake took a step back and told me to undress him. I was in shock. I honestly could not believe what he’d said. He continued by telling me he needed a shower and that I was going to “help” him.

Jake told me to remove his shirt first and god help me I obeyed out of absolute fear. As I pulled his shirt over his head the stench from his hairy pits assailed me like a slap in the face. This time I did gag and Jake laughed at my discomfort. He then ordered me to remove his pants which I did quickly with shaking hands sliding them over his feet one at a time like some servant of old. I was now on my knees again and Jake lifted his right foot up to my face and wiggled his toes to let me know his sock needed removing. I pulled off each sock and felt the slimy dampness of sweat soaking into my skin. Jake now stood there in front of me in nothing but his underwear which consisted of a pair of dirty tighty whities. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place staring at the significant bulge in the stained underwear praying that my nightmare was over.

I could not have been more wrong. Jake said, “You know what to do now boy”. And I reached up with hands shaking so badly that I could barely control them to grasp the worn elastic band that was struggling to keep his underwear in place. I slowly pulled them down and his huge, semi erect cock sprang out almost hitting me in the face. I was stunned at the size of it. Even half hard it was twice the size of my own penis when erect. The odor from his crotch put all other body smells to shame and I could almost see waves of stink rolling off of his cock and balls. His balls were so big I thought of billiard balls right away. They were huge hanging globes that hinted at the strength of the man before me.

I sat there on my knees staring at his impressive organ lost in the sheer horror of the moment before Jake said, “Now listen closely boy. I’m not going to spend a lot of time teaching you this very important lesson so you better get it the first time. You are going to suck that cock and lick all the sweat from those balls. You hear me boy”?

I began to sob then and wanted nothing more than to get up and run home to the safety of my wife and my house. I wanted to but I just couldn’t move. I knelt there staring at his cock and praying he was joking. It was then that Jake slapped my face. Hard. I rocked back on my haunches and cried out in pain and humiliation. Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that I was forced to look him in the eye. His threatening demeanor scared the hell out of me and the shock of the slap let me know how serious my situation was.