Master John's Tales (sub #1: Chapter 2)

I didn't have time to meet little sub Mike, or sub #1, over the weekend after all. There was too much other fun to be had already. Seems like that only made him more eager for me and he messaged me consistently, though not too much to be annoying. Finally, when we texted on Tuesday, I told him I'd be willing to make time to fuck him on Thursday evening, if he would avoid cumming until then. That took him by surprise. The first time we met, I'd only told him that I'd require him not to cum the same day, not for three days. He was a little hesitant about the potential effects, but agreed. He really wanted to meet.

At 7 p.m. on Thursday evening, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and let him in. He knew the drill - he took off his shoes and all clothes and set them aside. I didn't need to tell him. He followed me to the living room and got on his knees in front of me.

"Are you happy to see me, boi?"

"Yes Sir! Very much! Thank you for making the time. I really wanted to see you again, and since I stopped cumming when you told me, I've been thinking about you even more. I didn't realize that not cumming for three days could have such an effect on me."

I snickered. "Yes boi, it can do that. I can imagine that you're probably feeling very horny and maybe even a little desperate by now."

"Yes Sir," he concurred.

"Good, you'll be of better service that way," I said. "But I'm afraid an urgent Zoom meeting came up. Hopefully it won't take too long, but you'll have to wait."

"Umm, ok Sir."

"Why don't you make yourself useful in the meantime. Fold the pile of laundry in that basket by the couch. Try not to make a noise while I'm in the meeting."

"Yes Sir, no problem," he replied and crawled over to the pile of clothes, still on his knees. It was pleasing to watch, especially with his cute little butt. I headed over to my laptop at the dining table, so I can still enjoy the view while I'm in the meeting. I put my AirPods in and joined the Zoom meeting.

Twenty minutes into the meeting, it looked like the boi was done. Not knowing what to do with himself, he got to his feet and started wandering around the living room, apparently studying my books. Our eyes met and I pointed to my feet. He didn't need more instruction than that. He got on his knees again and crawled under the glass table, immediately proceeding to massage my feet. I was starting to like that boi. I turned my focus back to the meeting and let him work on my feet. It was very relaxing, better than the last time we met. Perhaps he had studied a little more on YouTube.