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 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.
“Knock, knock, knock,” I rapped on the door.
When Walter opened the door he just smiled at me and said, “You’re glistening. Give me your phone.”
I handed him my phone and he took some pictures. After having sucked Michael’s beautiful black cock I was still hard.
“Hold the dildo up and give the tip a kiss so I can get a picture of your new lover,” he instructed.
Click, click, click.
“Good boy,” he said. “You can come inside now.”
He walked back to the couch and sat down. He was still naked from the waist down. Without being told, I followed him and resumed my position before him on my knees.
“I see you met Michael in the mail room.”
I nodded.
“You were pretty quick to suck his cock, weren’t you faggot,” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. He has a beautiful black cock.”
“Stick your new toy to the floor and show me how you suck black cocks,” he ordered.
Without hesitation, I stuck the dildo to the floor and started to suck it. It was very thick, so I couldn’t deep throat it.
“Deeper,” Walter encouraged.
I pushed harder and made a little progress.
“Deeper. I know it will fit. Let is stretch your throat,” he said.
I pushed again and felt it go deeper, but didn’t think it could go all the way down. Then I suddenly felt my throat give and my head pushed all the way down to the balls. Then I gagged and coughed and pulled my head off it.
“Good job, faggot. Now turn with your ass towards me and continue.”
I rotated so that my upturned ass was facing him, and then continued working on the dildo. Now that I had stretched my throat out, it went in easier.
After a few more minutes of sucking, I felt something warm and wet on my ass which I guessed was spit, then Walter pushed his hard cock against my asshole and pushed in.
I grunted as he pushed in to the hilt, but continued sucking the dildo.