Sir's Home!
Story by Gruffy on SoFurry
Boy is a very good Boy to his Sir, in all the ways.
Sir's Home!
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a fantasy
by
Gruffy
2018
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It was almost seven in the evening when Boy finally heard the rattle of keys from the front door. He was so well attuned to the sound that he immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried to the hallway to meet Sir on his arrival. When the door opened, he was already waiting, ready to assist his Sir if needed. Boy's heart leaped at the sight of him. Sir looked glorious to him in his dark three-piece suit that only seemed to accentuate the slight red of his full beard, peppered with grey just like the hair on his head too. He moved with an air of confidence that seemed to radiated from the dignified figure.
Boy did not speak to him, or meet his gaze. The stocky young man simply stood there, staring at the floor and his own bare feet. The only thing he wore was a small black thong that did very little to cover anything of importance. Boy knew that Sir liked having his Boy on display at all times. it was his duty to present himself in the best manner possible, conduct himself appropriately, and serve Sir's every need and request.
He simply waited while Sir closed the door and put his keys and his case away. They were mundane tasks, but the familiarity felt good to Boy. He was simply happy that his Sir was home. He often worked so late, sometimes whole days might pass without Boy getting to spend any proper time with Sir.
“Pour me a drink, Boy," was what Sir said to greet him. “The twenty-five year old brandy tonight. I need the good stuff."
Boy bowed with reverence to this command. He knew not to speak unless told to do so. He hurried down the hallway and into the sitting room to do his Sir's bidding. Secretly, and intensely enough that his cheeks heated up, Boy wondered if Sir liked watching him walk away. It would have showed off the curves of his ass and the muscles on his back, considering how little he wore. Barely anything at all, just the way Sir liked it.
He had procured the drink from the liquor cabinet and placed it onto the small table next to Sir's favorite spot on the couch, standing next to it himself now while he waited again. Sir soon appeared. He had his phone in his hand and made a few taps even as he walked over to his sofa. Leather creaked with Sir's weight once he settled.
“Now this infernal thing is turned off...and won't be bothering me tonight," the man mused. He put his phone down to the table by himself and let out a deep breath. Boy wanted to nod in agreement, but knew that such displays were not encouraged.
Sir reached for his drink and took a sip from the expensive brandy. He showed no signs of being affected by it. Boy was sure that he himself would have gasped upon drinking such strong liquor. Just showed how much more of a man his Sir was.
“Take off my shoes and socks, Boy."
Boy sprung to action immediately. He knelt eagerly in front of his sir and set onto the task. He worked promptly but not hurriedly. Sir did not like him acting disrespectfully towards his property, Sir's apparel included. Hence he took his time untying the laces on the shiny black leather shoes and made sure to be extra gently while pulling them off his Sir's feet. He could smell a hint of sweat and leathery musk, from his Sir having his feet enclosed in the shoes all day. It made his cheeks burn hotter to realize had made sure to deliberately sample the smell coming off his Sir's feet. It made him swallow.
He put the shoes off to the side and continued with the socks. They were cotton, and very thin, worn for comfort, not for warmth. The feet Boy's work revealed were slightly hairy. Boy was always amazed by the amount of body hair his Sir possessed. The toenails were perfect, having been clipped and filed by Boy himself, as part of his duties in taking care of his Sir. He had massaged sweet-smelling foot cream into them at the same time, to keep the skin supple and well moisturized.
Boy waited on his knees after he had finished his orders for the moment. He knew that was expected of him too, to stay in his previous posture and place, until he was needed again. He watched Sir put his feet down onto the carpeted floor. The toes wriggled idly as he relaxed. Sir took another drink from his brandy.
“Stand and present back, forward," Sir said.
The young man would have been surprised if this would not be the case. Sir made such an order nearly every time he was freshly returned from work or errands. He knew what Sir wanted, and he was going provide, too. Boy got up from the floor and turned in spot, without another word. He backed a step closer to his Sir before he leaned forward, enough to put his hands on his own knees for balance so that he could sustain the position for as long as Sir desired.
What a sight it must've been. The muscled man, in his current pose, was presenting his ass directly to his Sir's viewing. Nothing covered it but the narrow waistband of the thong and the strip of cloth that went between Boy's legs to connect to the front. It hid nothing. The part between Boy's ass cheeks bulged conspicuously.
“Closer."
Boy took another half a step backwards so that he was even closer to his Sir.
“Spread."
The young man removed his hands from his knees and instead placed them on either side of his ass. He drew a quick breath at the sensation his own hands pulling his butt cheeks apart caused in him.
Sir reached with his hand and pulled the stretchy fabric of the thong to the side. The move revealed the round base of a plug that protruded from the Boy's asshole. It was shiny metal, and had a ring on the center. It looked like something you used on a sink, not a man's anus that was now fully exposed for Sir's viewing.
“Still."
Boy knew to remain unmoving even without being told so. He knew what his Sir wanted. He was not going to go anywhere. His chest leaped when he heard the jingle of a key - one of several that his Sir wore on a chain around his neck at all times. They were usually hidden under his fine clothing, and brought out only during moments like these.
Right now Sir used one of the keys on a little opening on the center of the plug, below the ring. He then pressed on the plug with one hand while the other grabbed the ring and turned anticlockwise. Boy had to bite down his lip to remain quiet. The turning motion was making the petal-like sides of the plug to withdraw, hence making it smaller inside his rectum. The locking plug had been placed in his ass by Sir in the morning like most mornings, to ensure that he would not play with his asshole without Sir's permission. The petals would've torn him apart if he had tried to pull the plug out on his own, or yank it back and forth to stimulate his slutty ass for whatever pleasure that could come from it.
The pressure lessened, and then the center part of the plug came off. The rest of the plug, now hollow, remained lodged well in place.
Sir put the central plug down, with a click on the polished wooden table. He did not say anything to express his opinion on what he saw, even though it had to have been incredibly erotic a thing to look at. The Boy's muscled ass cheeks were still spread, and the plug kept his hole open. He could likely see the ribbed pink insides of his anal tunnel, moving and pulsing from arousal and the continued stimulation of the plug that remained in Boy's asshole.
He only barely held back the gasp when he felt a finger pass through the plug, a couple inches in length, before the long finger reached past the plug and swirled around in his rectum. Boy's own fingers clenched on his ass cheeks. Sir was inspecting him, he knew that much, and it made him feel incredibly aroused. The finger was pressing onto his inner walls so good. It was withdrawn much too soon, however.
“Hmm."
He tensed nervously, enough that the plug moved slightly in his ass from the clenching of his muscles. Boy wondered if Sir had made an unwanted discovery. He did not indicate anything was amiss. Boy felt relief for the fact. Sir was happy with him.
“Stay."
It was not like he was planning to go anywhere. He remained as he was, exposed with his asshole gaping open and twitching with arousal. It was making his cock try to grow hard too. There wasn't much it could do, however. The rigid cock cage surrounded him snugly and made erections more pain than pleasure. Sir had put on him the cage where blunt spikes pressed against his shaft if he grew aroused. The short sound plug in his urethra did not help. If the plug in his ass was distracting, the one stuck in his piss hole could not be ignored. It was a constant reminder of who owned him. Sir decided when he used the bathroom or was allowed to touch his ass or his cock. Trying to break that rule would only result in punishment. He did not want to displease Sir.
He felt more pressure, the plug being pushed deeper inside him. The slight yanking told him that Sir was screwing the center part back in. Several turns later the screw began to turn the mechanism that made the petals push into Boy's rectal walls. He was locking the plug back into place. It was impossible to avoid the final gasp when the turning stopped and it was in for good.
“Stand upright. Hands off."
Boy adjusted his position to the one dictated by Sir. He let his hands fall to the sides and stood up to his full height. He kept his eyes fixed on a small antique clock sitting on the mantelpiece.
It did not make him ready for the slap that came. Hard, a loose palm so that it hurt much more than a tense palm would have done. It rang through the room and pain crashed through Boy's body. He groaned. The pain had caught him off guard with its intensity. The singular slap was already followed by another one before he fully comprehended the burning sensation from the first strike.
“On the floor, head on my feet."
Sir's voice was explicitly calm despite the spanking only seconds later. Boy struggled to keep his breathing steady while he assumed his position. He laid down on his back on the carpeted floor. The dark-haired top of his head nearly touched the edge of the couch.
“Clean them."
Sir planted both of his feet over Boy's face without giving him any further orders. The hot, musky feet covered his mouth and his nose, which meant all his breathing had to come past the sweaty toes and soles.
The man drank his brandy. He kept his feet still, letting his Boy do all the work for now. Boy hurried to perform this task with due diligence. He began to lick on everything that was within his tongue's reach, slithering on the hot skin. It made his cheeks burn soon, both from the humiliation of the spanking, the new burn in his ass, his sore butt cheeks and the smell of feet on his nose. They tasted like socks and leather and sweat, a familiar experience to the Boy by now.
Boy wasn't sure how long he had spent worshipping his Sir's feet when a wholly new sensation struck through him. A strong vibration went through the whole core of his being, starting from his asshole. His Sir must've replaced the simple metal plug with one that had a vibrator built into it. He had been subjected to this toy before, of course. The Sir could control it remotely with a little device.
“Since you like having your little pussy played with so much."
Sir's voice sounded harsh. Boy felt like he had already failed his Sir by showing his strong reaction to having his ass stuffed with the vibrator plug. Now he was receiving another punishment. The plug vibrated against his prostate and caused his arousal to grow. His gland was terribly swollen from the prolonged chastity his Sir kept him in. it had been many days since he had been allowed to unload, let alone have a proper orgasm. Sometimes Sir amused himself by milking him until a ruined orgasm caused seed to bubble powerlessly out of his dick while his face burnt with shame.
Boy hoped that his service of the Sir's feet would get him some approval, however. Having the musky feet planted on his face for a prolonged time meant he was out of breath by the time Sir moved again. It was only partial relief for him. The vibrator was still going inside his ass. Often Sir would only keep it on intermittently, but today it didn't stop.
“Foot rest," was what Sir said next.
He was quick to assume this position as well. On all fours, keeping himself at a convenient height for his Sir to place his legs upon while Sir watched the news. It was one of Sir's favorite ways to relax, he knew. Just enjoying his drink, keeping up with the events, and making sure his Boy knew his place in the order of things. Serving as a furniture for Sir was just one of Boy's many duties. He didn't care that it made his arms and thighs sore to remain in that static position for a prolonged time. It was making Sir happy and he knew that nothing else was as important as that. It was difficult to stay in place with the vibrator buzzing in his butt, he was trying his best. He had to hope it was enough.
“Kneel. Facing me."
Another shift. This time, with Boy on his knees and looking at his Sir, he could see what he was about to do. Sir opened a drawer on the underside of the table by the couch and pulled out three lengths of chain. It made his asshole try to clamp up around the solid plug in his rear. He knew what they were. They were daily wear.
The thickest chain went around his neck and locked into place with a small padlock. It was a collar, of sorts, silver-colored rings that shone against his own tanned skin. Sir attached a more slim chain onto it, one that hung almost to the floor while he remained kneeling in front of his sir, head bowed.
The next chain was clipped across Boy's chest. Solid gold rings pierced Boy's dark, fat nipples. They looked swollen, like proper tits, even without anyone touching them. He could feel them instantly harden from the slightest of touch. The piercing job had made them super sensitive. It embarrassed Boy to no end how they would become erect so easily. Sir certainly didn't miss that fact either. He gave him a disapproving look, but did not administer a further punishment.
Not yet, at least.
“Stand. Remove the thong."
He obliged quickly. Boy got rid of the thong and put it to the side so that he stood naked in front of his Sir. He could see the chain hanging down his chest from the chain collar, and the sorry state of his cock, too. It could barely be seen through the shiny metal cage. Sir didn't give it much of a look when he attached the hook on the end of the chain to a ring on the top of the chastity device.
“That's better now."
One chain crossed Boy's chest, from nipple to nipple, and connected to the chain that ran from his collar to the dick cage. It looked like a makeshift harness of sorts, pale on his heated skin. Boy hoped that sir liked the sight of it, and his puny dick in its cage. Sir often made fun of it, and liked doing that.
“Kneel."
He returned to the ordered posture. Sir looked at him with disinterest. To Boy it felt like he was looking right past him, instead of looking at his Boy. It was hurtful to him, the way Sir didn't pay him any attention. Sometimes he was just like that. It made his cheeks burn, much like his ass that still felt the effects of the earlier spanking.
Sir reached almost casually for the longest chain and pulled on it. Boy let out an immediate gasp that he could not keep in for any length of time. The yank on the chain transmitted to both of his pierced nipples and into his cock cage, too. The ring on the top of the chastity device connected to the mechanism that made the metal spikes dig onto his erection. Pulling on it activated it and it did not matter whether he was aroused or not. His Sir's tug made the spikes press to his swollen shaft from all sides, a ring of pain around Boy's dick.
It hurt. He hurt in many places at once and he had to force himself to remain steady and take the punishment his Sir had decided he deserved. The Sir plucked on the chain as if it it was the string of a musical instrument. This one produced exquisite pain rather than lovely tunes. With the vibrator going off in his ass, the addition of the chain contraption meant that all of his major erogenous zones were being teased by his ruthless Sir.
Amazingly so, at least to Boy, Sir continued to watch the TV and drink his brandy while he occasionally pulled on the chain. He could not predict when he was planning to do so, hence any preparations would be in vain. Sometimes the burn in his nipples and his cock was slowly starting to wane when Sir made sure that the sensation was not going anywhere. Sometimes they were just light pulls, others were harsh tugs that truly sent tears to the corners of Boy's eyes. Sir did not care for this obvious sight of distress.
“Well the TV is full of shit as usual," Sir suddenly commented on the unseen screen behind Boy. A flick of the remote turned it off. “Stand up. Go to your spot in front of the fireplace."
Boy's stomach clenched nervously. He knew what that meant. It made him sweaty to even think about it. He didn't linger, either. He hurried to his feet and moved to the fireplace. The black-haired youth planted his feet sturdily on the floor and put his hands flat against the hard stone of the mantelpiece. It felt very cold. It made him shiver, as much as the sound of his Sir's barefooted walk towards him. Sir reached for him, and he felt a small tug on the chain before the sensation grew. But Sir was moving again. He had clipped a weight onto the chain so that it was now continuously pulling on his nipple rings and the mechanism on his cage. Boy bit down hard on his lip.
“Pathetic," Sir said.
He heard an odd sliding noise and then came the first whack from the cane. He knew that Sir kept a riding crop in the holder for the fireplace tools, for convenience. Right now that meant slapping the cane across Boy's thighs. It felt - and sounded - hard enough to leave red marks. His hands almost slipped on the mantelpiece from the pain .
“Never learning…" Sir repeated.
Now he was simply caning his Boy's ass, just like someone who deserved it for misbehavior. Boy wasn't even sure what kind of an infringement he was accused of. Maybe he was too slow. Perhaps he had fumbled at some point. Maybe he had been noisy.
Another heavy smack landed, hard and painful enough that Boy thought he was going to see stars.
Maybe Sir just wanted to see him suffer for what he was. Just a Boy and a toy to be used. His Sir's property to do what he pleased with. Sometimes that meant pushing him to the limits and then past them.
Sir didn't say anything. He simply kept whipping the cane at his Boy's ass until it was raw and red, shiny from the beating he had taken. Sometimes he reached for the chain and added a tug to the already weighty sensation torturing Boy's nipples and his cock.
Boy thought he might pass out by the time his Sir stopped. He could hear him breathe somewhat heavily. He had beaten his Boy until he was sweaty and breathless. Boy was amazed by the fact. He also felt remarkably sore already, and knew it would only get worse.
The only relief for the moment was the vibrator being stopped. Soon he had fingers in his own sweaty, hairless cleft, playing with the base of the plug again. His Sir was adamant about wanting not a single hair on his Boy below his neck. Regular shaving ensured that.
The plug in Boy's ass shrunk, and then he felt it being pulled. His Sir was removing it completely from his ass, which left him gaping open for a moment before the worn out muscle finally relaxed and then closed.
“Slut," Sir slapped his ass with his hand now.
“Uh…"
The fingers returned, and jammed themselves inside Boy's ass. Sir was still fully dressed and he had his fingers up Boy's ass while the other hand abused his already beaten ass with further slaps.
He could barely stay in place. Tears flowed along Boy's cheeks when he took the painful treatment. From where Sir stood now, he could yank on the chain all the while he finger-fucked Boy's hole with two fingers. He could reach deep enough to poke the tips against his prostate, too. That ade his cock throb, despite the pain, despite everything. Sir knew that Boy was desperate to cum, or at least for a milking, to relief some of the congestion in his loins.
“Suck on these, cunt."
Sir swapped his hands, which meant that the fingers he forced between Boy's lips had just been in his ass. Boy closed his eyes while he opened his mouth further and licked and sucked on the slick fingers as if they were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Soon he had to endure the odd sensation of being finger-fucked on both ends, all the while the weight on his nipple chain swung from side to side - thanks to an intervention from Sir - and the pain just came in endless waves he was unable to stop. Sir decided when it would stop. His hand inflicted the punishment and decided when it ended.
That was not yet. Now Sir wanted to torture his nipples and pump his fingers in his ass until he was glowing with pain. Boy felt helpless, aroused, and terrified. The swinging weight made it almost feel like the piercings were going to be torn off his nipples. That would probably hurt more than anything he could've ever imagined.
Another swap, and more fingers messy with lube pushed into his mouth. ED tried his best on suck them, even when Sir moved so that he was standing behind him and the angle became more awkward.
“You're lucky I want a tight fuck tonight and not just watch your ass stretched beyond useful, Boy," his Sir growled.
Boy heard the belt buckle, and knew what was going to happen. He made sure to push his ass backwards invitingly, and to make his puckered asshole clench invitingly. If sir wanted to fill him up, he would do his very best to give him maximum pleasure.
It happened quickly. There was no more preamble, no added lubricant, or a gentle start. Sir simply shoved himself into Boy's ass, to the balls and left himself there. Boy's insides immediately gripped on the length now buried in his ass, muscles quivering and massaging at the meaty invader in his ass. Cold sweat broke over his back. Sir was of course not as big as some of the toys he liked forcing into Boy's ass, but he was big enough.
He began to fuck almost immediately afterwards. Sir's thrusts were heavy and deep, using all of his length to pump in and out of the Boy's rear. The thick shaft pounded on his prostate and stretched his hole with each thrust. The outstrokes probably made the muscled ring of his anus dimple outwards while it desperately tried to grab hold of the cock going to town in his ass.
For a moment he concentrated on merely that, on the pleasure of buttfucking his toy. But there was still more to do. Sir reached over to grab onto the chain so that he could play with Boy's nipples again, indirectly perhaps, but the continued tugging meant that soon Boy's chest was on fire again. His pectoral muscles bounced from the constant pulses of pain that coursed through him. His battered, full prostate throbbed every time Sir's cock passed and pressed it against his anal walls.
Then came the slaps. Sir still had his other hand free and this he put to use on making sure that there was no a single patch of skin over Boy's hips and ass he hadn't punished yet. More red marks appeared and the preexisting ones gained a deeper color and bruising from Sir's delivery of smacks.
Boy wanted to weep again. The punishments felt endless, and his cock felt so useless, too, being unable to get fully hard, let alone cum. It had been so long...and if he kept displeasing his Sir, it would be a long time yet before he was allowed to spill his seed. All he wanted to do was for Sir to be happy with him. He wanted to be the best Boy for him, to service him and do his bidding. Deep within himself Boy knew that he deserved the punishment, too. He was just a bad Boy who probably didn't deserve a Sir as great as his Sir was . Sir was right in that he still had a lot to learn about giving himself fully to his Sir.
Heavy, ball-slapping thrusts came from behind with the Sir fucking his live-on Boy. He was still fully clothed, but for his cock protruding out of his fly, glistening with ass juice and lube any time some of the reddened shaft emerged from the hold of his Boy's snatch. His pace was quick and heavy, driven only with the intention of getting himself off. Whatever his Boy got out of it...that was his private problem.
Boy kept himself steady. He was going to take everything his Sir gave to him. He wanted to make his Sir proud, even if it was a difficult thing to do, and he'd be so sore afterwards. There was no question that he would be wrecked after this particular session.
His Sir's hips beated Boy's upturned rump. He was really working off any tension the usually restrained man would have built up during the day. His Boy's ass was a perfect receptacle for it. Boy imagined he could feel his Sir's energy flowing into him with every thrust. It made him feel more powerful as well, oddly enough. It encouraged him to try and work his anal muscles, to give his Sir even more pleasure from the fuck.
As always, no matter how he wished it would last forever, it didn't. His Sir let out deep grunts and slammed himself home before he left his cock buried to the root in Boy's asshole. The Boy felt it flex inside him, knowing his Sir was shooting his thick wad of seed right up his ass. The warmth spread all over him, even if Boy knew that it was his bowels that received his Sir's offering.
He remained inside his boy for a moment, spent, before pulling out. It made a dirty, slick noise.
“On your knees. Clean me."
Boy knew that there were further duties for him to perform. He might've been incredibly sore and breathless from the heavy play, but his Sir's words were his law. The movement, from a standing to a kneeling position made the weight tied to the nipple chain swing again. It made it hard to hold his composure when he knelt onto the hard, cold brass fireguard on the floor in front of the fireplace.
Sir faced him, his cock still fully hard. Boy was quick to grab a hold of the magnificent, shiny shaft and gobbled it into his mouth. Sir liked having his Boy polish him clean after he had been in his Boy's ass. Boy could taste both himself and his Sir's cum in the frothy mixture that covered the heavy cock. His eyes fell closed again.
“Well…"
He wasn't sure what Sir meant by that. Was it approval, or a show of indifference? Sir barely looked at him again, although he did slap Boy's cheeks with his hard, spit-shiny cock before he pushed it into his pants and moved over to the couch again. He didn't bother buckling his belt again. Boy remained on his knees, aroused, in pain, and dazed from the fuck still. His asshole pulsed. It almost felt like something was still there, pounding away. He knew that he missed having his Sir inside him.
“You will now shit my cum out of your ass and lick it off the floor," Sir noted casually, from where he watched his toy. “And you will be thankful of it."
Boy bowed quickly to his Sir.
“Yes, Sir!" he said. “Very...very thankful, sir!"
“Assume the position and do it," was all his sir said.
And his Boy did as he was told.
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