Master John's Tales (sub #1: Chapter 3)
The doorbell rang at 11 a.m. sharp on Saturday. Little Mike has been good about following orders so far. I opened the door and let him in.
"Hello Master," he said, as he put down his backpack and took off his shoes and clothes right away, as per protocol. I was glad to see he was wearing his chastity cage.
"Leave everything here and follow me," I said, as I walked towards the kitchen. I told him to empty the dishwasher and I showed him where to put everything. "The dryer will be done soon, so when you finish with the dishes, take out the clothes from the dryer and put them in that basket over there," I pointed. "You'll find hangers there for all the dress shirts, to minimize wrinkles, though you're also going to iron after that. The iron and ironing board are in the storage room over there," I pointed to the kitchen's extension. "Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," he said.
"Good. Did you bring the things I told you to bring?"
"Yes Sir," he replied.
"Good. You can change into your shorts. They better be very short. No need for underwear inside the house. I like seeing the outline of your cage under your shorts. You may put on the tank top that you showed me earlier too." In our message exchange yesterday, I had specific instructions for him about clothing. Whatever he was missing to match my liking, I instructed him to go buy.
I went back to my armchair in the living room, to pick up the reading in my book from where I left off. From where I sat, reclined, I could see him getting dressed in the foyer in very short light blue shorts and a tight pink tank top. He got back into the kitchen and I could hear the dishes clamoring. Finally he was done after a few minutes and got to his other chores. By the time he came over to report that he was done, I had finished a couple more chapters in my book. "Why don't you give me a foot massage, boi," I said and pointed to my feet.
He got to his knees and started with my left foot. He used his thumbs to massage it methodically, repeating the movements from bottom to top three times on the outer side of the foot, then three times in the center, and finally three times in the inner part, which I enjoyed most, to relax my arch. He repeated this a few times and was about to move on to my right foot.
"Take off your shorts, boi," I said.
He took his shorts off and proceeded to massage my right foot.
"Arch your back, I want to see your ass," I said.
Mike obeyed and his cute little ass was perked up, as he continued working on my foot.
I leaned forward and reached with my long arm to feel his soft little buttocks. I circled his hole with my finger, pressing lightly against it. I had some lube next to me and I poured a bit onto his hole. I wasn't looking to hurt the boy. I set the lube tube back and I started to finger him. He was tight, but he didn't resist. My finger went into his hole as he continued to massage my foot. I pushed in and out, going a little deeper every time, finally making him moan lightly. I added another finger and pushed, not only deeper, but in wider motions, to prepare him for my dick. I gave him a good hole massage for several minutes. That got me ready too, as my dick was becoming harder for his smooth soft hole.
He finished massaging my foot and I was totally ready to fuck. I didn't even want to waste time on a blowjob. "Turn around and get on all fours," I said. I put on a condom, lubed it a bit, and started pushing against his hole. There was no resistance, his hole gave in right away and my dick was sucked inside. It felt so good. I pushed slowly into him. Then pulled out a bit and back in, going deeper and deeper every time, till I was deep inside him, up to my balls.
"You're so big, Sir!" he squeaked.
"Yes boi, how does that feel?" I asked.
"It feels amazing, Sir! I love how you fill my hole. I love how you're so much bigger than me, everywhere. Thank you for preparing my hole to take it, Sir," he said.
"Of course, boi," I said. "Now shut up. Go to the sofa and lean over it," I instructed, as I pulled out.
He positioned himself with his ass perked up a little higher as his chest and arms were against the sofa.
I pushed my dick into his hole and started drilling in a faster pace. He moaned. I fucked harder. He could take it, though his moans got louder. I pushed a finger into his mouth and he sucked on it eagerly as I continued to fuck him. That went on for another good minute or two. Then I instructed him to get back on his floor and get on his back.
He did as I said and I could see his admiring eyes devouring my body, my muscular pecs, my bulging biceps and my 9" dick. I raised his legs, resting them against my chest, and I pushed slowly into his hole again. It was a bit low for me, so I put a hard pillow under his ass and pushed in again. He took it well. We made eye contact. I fucked him harder and he moaned: "Oh Sir!"
I fucked him harder and harder and his moans grew loader. I put a hand over his mouth and his moans were muffled under my palm as I thrusted a few more times. I could feel the orgasm coming. My dick seemed to get even harder until I felt the cum rushing out. I thrusted one last time to squeeze everything out and then I laid on top of him, with my dick still inside him. He was so small under me. He kissed my nipples but he couldn't do more, immobilized under my huge muscular mass.
Finally I pulled my dick out of him and got up to my feet. I loved seeing him lying so spent on the carpeted floor beneath me.
"Come, boi, let's take a shower together," I said.
Little Mike followed me to the bathroom and got into my large shower after me. I set the water to be just the right temperature, not too warm, and we both stepped forward, under the rainshower. He was so small next to me. In front of me. We hugged each other. His face was barely at the height of my pecs. I held his head, pushing him into my chest and he started to lick my left nipple. It felt so nice. I loved looking down at him, sucking on my nipple, cherishing it. I thumped my large dick against his little cage. I enjoyed seeing him in chastity. So small. Such a little fag. My little toy thing.
He reached to grab my dick. His fingers looked so small on my thick dick. Ih into his mouth. He sucked it while water continued pouring over him, so he drank some of it with my dick. His tongue wrapped around my dick.
"You like it, don't you?" I asked.
He hummed with his mouth full, nodding affirmatively.
I let him suck a little more, and then I grabbed his head with both hands and pushed in deeper into his throat. He choked a bit. He was deep-throating. I went slow, but I did it again and again, to really feel him taking my dick all the way in. Then I started picking up the pace, holding onto his head. He was choking and spit came out from the sides of his mouth but he persevered. I put a hand on his throat, feeling it squeezing against my dick and his tongue also wrapped tighter on my dick. I pushed in and out again and again, and finally I came. I roared! I let him take all my cum deep inside his throat. I pulled my dick out just by an inch and commanded him to swallow.
He swallowed and looked up at me, smiling.
"Do you like drinking your Master's fluids?" I asked, as I pulled my dick out of his mouth.
"Yes Master, thank you, Sir!" he replied.
"Good boi," I said and patted his head. He motioned to get up to his feet, but I held him down. "Stay there, I'll give you more fluids," I said. My dick got softer and I focused on taking a piss. It started flowing out. I sprayed his face and his head, then his chest and finally I aimed at his little chastity cage. But I didn't waste it all.
"Open your mouth," I ordered. He complied and I pissed a brief stream into his mouth, then stopped myself for a moment.
"Swallow," I said and he did.
"Good boi," I patted his head again and then I inserted my dick into his mouth and released my piss again, slowly. He gulped, swallowing it all like a good boi. It felt so nice on my dick, releasing but also comforting, with the soft warm touch of his tongue on my dick. When I was done, I pulled out and helped him up to his feet. I let him wash my back with a soap bar. I could see he still yearned for my body, but I was done. I finished washing up and I got out of the shower. "You can finish washing yourself, and use this towel that's on the rack, then come see me in the bedroom."
I laid on my back on the bed, my head on the pillow, hands behind me, underneath the pillow, revealing my pits. Little Mike came into the bedroom, all dry already and gawking at me - at my large pits, my pumped pecs and my dick, thick but flaccid now.
“You can come over, boi,” I invited him.
“Uh, yes Sir,” he responded and came onto the bed.
“Lie on top of me,” I instructed.
He positioned himself on my torso and laid flat, face to face with me. I held onto his slim waist and easily pushed him down till I felt my dick against his hole. His face was now in front of my chest, between my nipples. He kissed one of them.
“Thank you for having me, Sir,” he said.
“A pleasure to have you, boi. We still have 24 hours left. Are you ready for that, boi?” I challenged.
“Yes Sir, of course! I’m so happy to be in your presence and at your service, Sir,” he answered enthusiastically.
“Good answer, boi,” I said fondly, as I patted his head with my left hand and held my dick with my right hand, rubbing it against his hole.”
His expression seemed to reveal concern. “Don’t worry, boi,” I reassured him. “I’m not going to fuck you now. We’re still playing safe, though I will be breeding you soon enough, after you get fully tested. Then you will become my cumslut. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” he answered as he blushed.
“Good,” I said. “Let’s take a nap before we go out. Roll over onto your side with your back to me.” He did as I instructed and I cuddled with him as my little spoon, my dick against his little ass. I'm going to take you out to dinner and then we'll go out to a gay bar. I haven't made plans with friends, but we may run into people I know, so you best be on your best behavior," I warned.
"Yes Sir, of course," he said.
"Good. Let's get some sleep," I said. I hugged him tighter and closed my eyes.
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