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.