Master John’s Tales (sub #2: Chapter 2)

A couple of days after our last meeting, my new fag, Paulo arrived at the same time. I was in the living room, watching TV with my friend Aaron, but you may already know him as Master Aaron, the bitch-walker. I opened the door and guided him to the kitchen. He was carrying grocery bags. I showed him where everything went in the fridge and the pantry.

Then I picked up the receipt from one of the bags. It was about $47. “There you go, keep the change,” I said as I handed him a $50 bill. After all, he did an errand for me as my slave but I did not expect him to pamper me, yet.

“Thanks Sir,” he said and pocketed the bill.

“Now go ahead and put everything in place, and when you’re done, I want you to put the grapes and cheese you bought on a plate and serve it to my friend and me in the living room,” I instructed.

“Ah, yes Sir,” he said, seeming hesitant.

“Is there a problem, faggot?”

“Ah, no Sir. I just wasn’t expecting company,” he said.

“Well, you’re not in charge of my guest list. Don’t worry, he won’t do anything bad to you. Unless you want him to.”

“No no, Sir,” he reacted and I burst out laughing.

“Take it easy, fag,” I said. “You’re here to serve and that’s all you should concern yourself with.”

“Yes Sir,” he said.

I headed off to the living room.

Paulo came into the living room a few minutes later, carrying a tray with a cheese platter and grapes, as instructed. He seemed a bit nervous, careful as he set down the tray on the coffee table in front of Aaron and me.

We were both wearing tank tops. Aaron, a black younger guy in his 20s is not as big as me, but he is muscular, and it seemed like the faggot's gaze was fixed at Aaron's armpit, as he had his arm raised behind his head. That gaze didn't go unnoticed.

"You want to sniff, little girl?" Aaron asked Paulo.

"Umm, uh," Paulo couldn't find his words, it seemed.