The time passed so slowly, but finally after what felt like hours, I sensed the door open again.“Achy?” he asked, removing the books from my arms and putting them on the floor.“Yes, Sir,” I said, through a mouthful of sock.“Not surprised with those weedy little arms. See no reason why a dirty little pant sniffer like you deserves any clothes. Gay porn I said I’d be down shortly, noticing another pile of kit in the corner. Taking his worn underpants, he placed them carefully over my head, so that the crotch was in front of my mouth and nose.“I’m going for dinner. Remember, I’m always watching,” he added, before chuckling to himself and leaving the room.Well, I knew at that moment things were going to change between us. Gathering all his dirty clothes together, separating his colours and whites, I took them down to the laundry room on the ground floor. I managed it and was kneeling in my room, my jeans and briefs around my knees and my stiff cock on display.
