I told you being My personal assistant was going to require you to make some sacrifices, and this is just the beginning.
Yes, faggot, you may go make My dinner now. When you’re done, I’ll let you polish My boots.
"Oh, we’re not done yet, stud… I’ve got a lot more toys and a lot more edging games to play with you… enough to last a least a whole week…"
I wonder if he’ll still be smiling after learning he won’t cum for the next month.
Please give me a task my sir
The only task I assign to anonymous slaves is to buy something from My wishlist: http://amzn.com/w/3F3NGTTCKLPHI
I sat there with a book. I have just started it and it is interesting enough that I am looking forward to a quiet and relaxing weekend morning of just reading. I set up my chair so that I am reading in the sun, stealing a bit of time for myself out of my busy schedule and catching a bit of sunlight in the process.
But, instead of relaxing, I got this weird feeling after reading the first couple of pages. A feeling of unease, a general sense that something is not quite right yet I don’t know what it was. I stood up from my chair and paced around, trying to identify the source of my sudden unrest.
I sat down once more and looked beside me. There he was in his usual position, on his knees, hands behind his back, waiting for further instructions from me. I looked over his muscular arms, solid back, and his broad chest and ripped abs. I looked at his downcast face and eyes looking at the ground.
I grabbed his arm and guided him. Guided him to the front of my chair and down on all fours. Then, with him on all fours in front of my chair, I raised my legs up and rested them on his back, feeling the heat of his skin as I rested my feet on his body, allowing me to lean back into the chair in a much more comfortable position.
And there, I feel my balance restored and I can concentrate on the book again. Now to make this perfect, I just need to train my drink to prepare itself and walk itself out to me. Then, looking down at my feet, I think there is a way to make that happen.
Yes, this will turn out to be a perfect morning of quiet reading.
Maybe next time you’ll think twice before complaining about dootmat duty. Maybe I’ll hose you down and let you back inside to make breakfast in the morning.
Here’s your order, sir… fresh from the ranch. The sedatives will wear off in another 20 minutes so he’ll get a little bit more feisty for tonight’s festivities in just a little bit. That erection of his is guaranteed for at least 4 hours no matter what you do to it. He’s got the plug in his urethra just as requested so he won’t be making a mess on your nice carpet. The special toys you ordered are over there by the bed. Now then… we’ll just get the spreader bar on his ankles and be out of your way. Just call us when you’re done and we’ll come and pick him up and clean up any mess. You have fun now and just enjoy, sir.
Hmmmm… 20 minutes before the straight boy wakes from his sedated slumber? Just enough time to get the electric tens unit wires attached to that lovely throbbing hard cock…
"Yup, you heard me. Clean it up."
Yes, it will get muddy again in a minute. So what? You’ll clean it up again, fag.
You will crawl behind Me and clean it whenever I want, and you’ll fucking enjoy it because you won’t get anything else to eat all day.
Sir, do you ever meet and train boys in person or at least let them buy you gifts and do chores for you? I am a young eager boy who wants to serve. I would love to crawl at your feet and obey your every command.
It depends on the slave and if I think it is worthy of My time. I am a pretty busy man, so a boy really have to prove itself first. And the boy can’t be anonymous either…
"Know what, man? I don’t give a fuck about your ‘no smoking’ rule in this house! If I want to smoke, I’m gonna smoke when and where I fucking want to smoke! And you… you’re gonna remain cuffed to that chair and fucking learn to deal with it! Maybe after spending the day sitting here, inhaling MY fumes, you’ll even learn to appreciate it… so BREATHE DEEP… RELAX… and fucking learn to CRAVE it… BOY!!!"
fucking hot sight! ready to bury my face in your hot, hairy pits, Sir.. and worship them and your powerful muscles…. please make me your fag slave, Sir!
What have you done to earn such an honor, faggot? Is his apartment clean, groceries bought, new gym clothes ready, and he hasn’t had to punish you at all this week? Maybe you’ve earned a few licks of his pit if all of that’s true. If not, keep dreaming.
It’s always nice to see a boy who is eager and happy to serve.