A Man and his fag II, 2
by fatsow
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M/m, Humil.
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After a few minutes, the Master said, "Enough." The fag backed of the Master's cock. The Master stood up and walked out of the room. A few moments later he returned naked, putting on his dressing gown. Although the fag had seen the Master naked many times, it never failed to be stunned by his beauty. The Master's voice snapped the fag back into reality.
"You have work to do, fag" said the Master, "Follow me." The Master strode into the hallway, then into the bathroom and the fag followed. The Master opened a cupboard. He explained what stuff cleaned what. He pointed at the basin, the toilet, the shower, the floor, the tiles.
"I want them all spotless" he said, and left. The fag was left naked in the bathroom. An unpaid cleaner. A houseboi. Its Owner wanted his bathroom cleaned. The fag's function was to serve its Owner. It set to work. As it mopped and wiped it could hear the sounds of the Master in the lounge, laughing as he chatted to friends over the internet. The fag had cleaned most of the bathroom and was preparing to wash the floor when the Master marched back in.
"I need to piss" was all he said. He stood there looking down at the fag. The fag remembered that though fags pissed sitting, men pissed standing. It knelt in front of the Master and opened its mouth. The Master pulled out his cock and placed it in the fag's mouth. The fag closed it lips and waited. Slowly warm liquid filled its mouth and the fag swallowed. The fag almost spluttered. It was unbelievably strong. It wanted to gasp for air but the stream of piss kept on coming and the fag kept on swallowing.
The Master kept an eye on the fag and stopped for a moment if the fag's mouth seemed full, but started as soon as the fag swallowed again. On and on he pissed. Again and again the fag swallowed, fresh warm man piss filling its belly. After what seemed like an age, the Master stopped and pulled his cock out of the fag's face.
"First piss of the day. Always the strongest." he said casually. "Carry on" he ordered as he left. The fag obeyed.
After a while the Master, now dressed, came back.
"Finished faggot?", he asked.
"Yes Master." replied the kneeling fag. The Master nodded and looked round. He ran his finger along various surfaces, then looked at it.
"Fine" he said. "Get dressed. We're going out for food." The fag scampered back to its clothes and dressed, then followed the Master to the front door. The Master stepped out and the fag followed.
When they came to the restaurant, the Master entered and the fag followed. The Master ordered for them both while the fag sat silent, like property, like a pet. When the food came the Master ordered a jug of water, which he kept for himself.
"You know what this is for don't you faggot?" he said. "You can taste it in your toilet mouth already can't you scum? And feel it making its way down into your slave belly, can't you?" The fag blushed and wondered if any of the waiters heard, but it didn't really matter.
After they had finished and returned to the flat, the Master went to the living room while the fag stripped naked. When it crawled into the room it saw the Master standing, stroking his cock. The fag crawled to its Owner and opened its mouth. The Master cupped his hand behind the fag's head and pulled. His cock slammed against the back of the fag's mouth, then slipped into its throat. The Master let go. The fag stayed still.
When it slowly began to splutter, the Master said "The balls faggot". The fag slipped off the Master's cock and slipped the Master's balls into its mouth instead and sucked them slowly and gently. The Master continued stroking.
After several minutes, the fag felt the Master's hand grab its chin and pull. The fag raised its head. The Master gripped strongly and pulled the fag's face upwards. As he did so he bent down. The fag opened it's mouth and waited. The Master swilled his spit round his mouth and then spat out a large ball of it. The fag saw it fall and tasted it as it landed in its mouth. The Master released his grip.
"Thank you Master" said the fag. It swallowed.
"You're welcome slave" replied the Master as he went to sit on the sofa. He stroked his cock some more. His gorgeous, long, uncut cock. The fag watched in adoration.
"You haven't finished your work faggot" the Master said. The fag looked at him puzzled. "What is a faggot for? he asked.
"To serve, to obey and to perform." replied the fag.
"Why?" asked the Master.
"Because faggots exist to serve men." replied the fag.
"How much of the flat have you cleaned?" the Master inquired.
"Only the bathroom Master." said the fag.
"Well then," said the Master, "you know where cleaning stuff is. The bedrooms and the kitchen. Let me know when you've finished."
The fag went into the bathroom to collect the cleaning stuff. It was colder than earlier. At some point the Master had opened the window. The fag could see the windows of the flat opposite. It realised that if anyone looked out of them they would see it, naked. They would see a faggot serving. A houseslave obeying a Master. It quickly collected the stuff, filled a bucket and scuttled down the hall.
Then in both bedrooms, the blinds were open. The slave was on display. It blushed, lowered its head and started to clean. When it had finished it went to the kitchen. Again the blinds were open. The fag filled the washing machine, tidied the room and started cleaning. All the time it could hear the sound of the Master on the internet.
It knew its place. It was scum. It was a possession. It looked at the washing machine. That was owned and existed to serve. So did the fag. The fag was an object, a thing. It was owned and existed to serve. When it had finished in the kitchen, the fag returned to the living room. The Master looked round.
"Faggot has finished the bedrooms and kitchen Master." said the fag.
"Balls faggot" the Master said and the fag crawled over to suckle on the Master's balls, first one, then the other, then both. All the time the Master stroked with one hand and checked his emails on his laptop with the other. Minutes passed. The fag lost track of time until, suddenly, it heard the Master's voice.
"Stop" he ordered. The fag stopped, pulled back and bowed its head. The Master stood up and dropped his trousers, then sat down again. He started to stoke again. Then he paused for a moment and snapped his fingers. The fag looked up. The Master pointed below his balls, then continued stroking. The fag got to work, licking behind the Master's balls, between his balls and his ass hole. Long, slow sweeps of the tongue.
Once more the fag became lost in a dream world. It was happy. It was being allowed to do what it was born to do. It was being allowed to serve a slim, dominant, young Master as his sexual slave. It was being allowed to perform. To pleasure its Owner. Again it heard the Master's voice. Softer this time.
"Would you like to be my toilet paper faggot?" he inquired.
"Yes Master, thank you Master" replied the fag. The Master pushed the top of the fag's head and the fag's tongue went lower. It lapped the black, wiry hairs that surrounded the Master's ass hole. It could smell ass hole, it could taste ass hole. It kissed the Master's ass. Then continued licking. And licking. And licking.
"Okay faggot, you can do the hall now." instructed the Master, who continued surfing the internet. The fag left the Master. It realised it would have to go into bathroom again, but it knew that its feelings were not important. Once more the fag filled the bucket, once again it collected the cleaning stuff and it went to the front door to start cleaning the hall.
As it cleaned, it noticed the Master's bike. It looked at the saddle and felt a pang of envy. The Master's beautiful, firm ass sat on that saddle regularly. He closed his thighs on either side of it regularly. He sweated while sitting on it regularly. The bicycle was a luckier item of property than it, the fag realised. Carefully the fag worked its way along the hall, cleaning every corner. When it had finished it returned to the living room.
"Faggot has finished Master." it said. Without warning the Master stood up. The fag looked up. The Master was standing, stroking.
"Put the head between your lips, faggot" he instructed. The fag gently closed its lips over the Master's cock. The Master stroked faster.
"Yessss" he hissed as the cum blasted out of his balls. The fag felt it hit the back of its mouth, then tasted its wonderful bitter sweet taste. But the fag was more aware of the Master's cock. It pulsated as if it was breathing. Pulse after pulse. And as it pulsed the fag felt it expand and press down on its lower lip. This was awesome. Manly, dominant, beautiful. Effortlessly demonstrating ownership and superiority. The fag kept swallowing. Wondering when it would stop. Wondering how much cum the Master could produce.
Eventually the Master relaxed and looked down. "Get out you scum" he snapped. The fag was stunned. It had failed. It had displeased. It crawled over to its clothes. "No, wait" said the Master walking towards it. The fag hopes rose.
"I need to piss again." said the Master The fag gratefully opened its urinal mouth and the Master dropped his cock in and pissed. The whole jug of water was recycled. The fag felt bloated. The Master pulled his cock out, flicked the remaining drips over the fag's face, then turned and walked away. The fag dressed and left.
As it wandered looking for the Metro station it heard its phone ring. It held its breath as it dug the phone out of its pocket and looked at it. A message. From the Master.
"I expect you back to serve me again" it read. The fag smiled, it worshipped the Master. As it did another message from the Master arrived. Quickly the fag opened it.
"I might need a fully functioning toilet next time" it said.
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