Best Start to the Day
It was a bright sunny morning as Peter awoke in his bed in the staff quarters of his Master’s house. He had joined his Master’s household as His butler before Master moved to this large house in the country, surrounded by well-kept gardens, with the former outbuildings converted to new uses. Peter slept naked except for a neoprene jock strap, worn to catch the prodigious amount of precum his caged cock leaked, that his Master saw as a sign of his devotion. Peter threw back the covers and switched on his phone camera on its stand next to the bed. It was time for his morning ritual for his Master. Peter unclipped the pouch and showed the inside, smeared with precum, to the camera. He dipped his finger in the sticky liquid and smeared it over his lips. “Your lips Master” he murmured, then anointed each nipple with precum and repeated the mantra, then smeared his precum around his twitching hole entrance, looking into the camera to say “Your hole Master”. He switched off the camera and sent the video to Master, as he did every day. Peter then got up and went to the bathroom, where he shaved his balls, trimmed his cropped hair and beard, showered and returned to put on the house uniform his Master had chosen for him on his first day as his Master’s butler: black socks under knee-high shiny black boots, black neoprene chaps shorts to frame his jockstrap, tight black leather gloves and a black leather harness strapped tight over his shoulders and torso, covered by a tight black t-shirt.
Tall and bearded with greying hair, Peter appeared intimidating to many, a fact his Master used to his advantage when sending Peter to discipline and punish His boys when they misbehaved. The boys may be scared of him, but Master knew that Peter had a strong submissive streak, and He held the key to Peter’s cock cage, through which precum continued to leak and collect in the neoprene pouch as Peter made his way to the kitchen to make coffee and prepare breakfast for the household.
A framed photo of Master in His Langlitz leathers and Muir cap looked down at Peter from the kitchen wall, provoking a stirring in Peter’s caged cock as he remembered first meeting Him online on a gay fetish dating site the previous year.
He started by filling and switching on the coffee machine, then taking a sharp knife and chopping exotic fruit into small chunks and dressing them with lemon juice to make a fruit salad. He served himself a small portion to check the flavours, then placed the rest in the fridge to chill. He removed butter, eggs, cream, smoked salmon and chives from the fridge and scrambled the eggs in butter, then added cream, smoked salmon and chopped chives, again sampling a portion before spooning them onto a heated, covered serving platter. Finally, he lightly toasted some brown bread.
He then opened the kitchen cupboard and took out a coffee cup and saucer for his Master.
He heard stirrings from the boys’ quarters as they awoke, showered and prepared themselves as he had done. Then the unmistakable clanking of the weights as they did their morning workouts, knowing that their Master liked them to smell of fresh sweat at breakfast.
The coffee was ready, and he filled his Master’s coffee pot, added it to the tray with the cup and saucer and set off for his Master’s bedroom. As he pushed open the door carrying the tray, he heard his Master’s shower running. He set down the breakfast tray on the table and exchanged a glance with his Master’s favourite slave Thomas, who was squat-lifting weights in a white jockstrap in the small ensuite gym, grunting with the effort. Thomas was in his 50s with a trimmed white beard and hair, and his body was covered with thick, untrimmed white hair, just as Master liked it. As Thomas squatted down pushing his firm arse out, Peter caught sight of a few drops of semen leaking from his hole, that had no doubt been used to service Master’s morning wood. They added a musky note to Thomas’s fresh sweat from his workout.
Master was luxuriating his soaped-up body under the powerful jets of the shower. He was in his mid-fifties, tall and tightly muscled, his body dusted in brown hair, his head shaved, but with a full beard. He rinsed off the soap and reached for a towel to dry himself, then pulled on a heavy silk dressing gown. He walked to the dressing room where Peter had laid out the suit, shirt, tie and other accessories chosen by his Master the day before, nodded and returned to the bedroom. In a good mood, Master looked like the friendly university academic he was in his day job, but if one of his boys misbehaved his anger could be terrifying. Peter well remembered the angry red welts that criss-crossed his arse after his last punishment beating by Master and was determined to do his best to avoid another in the future.
“Fetch Thomas’s bowl and there will be three boys at breakfast today” ordered Master.
“Yes Master,” nodded Peter, who turned and left the room.
In the kitchen he opened the boys’ bowl cupboard and took out the one marked ‘Thomas’ and headed back to the bedroom. Outside the door he heard choking and spluttering and knocked gently.
“Come in” said Master, and Peter entered with the bowl.
“Leave that and come over here” ordered Master. Thomas was on all fours on the bed sucking at Master’s pulsing morning wood, choking and drooling as his throat was fucked. Master pushed Peter’s apron to one side and groped the damp pouch of his jock.
“Glad to see your precum can leak out of that cage onto the jock”
“Yes Master”
“Oozing like a dripping tap, aren’t you?”
“Yes Master”
“Show me your arse boy.”
Peter bent forward over the bed exposing his firm buttocks, framed in the tight chaps shorts. Peter’s face was level with Thomas’s as Thomas choked and spluttered around the thrusting phallus in his throat, challenging him to cope, even his many years of service. The two boys exchanged a glance, delighted to both be chosen to service their Master.
Master pulled His slicked-up cock out of Thomas’s mouth and roughly shoved in two fingers, Thomas eagerly covered them in his drool and Master pulled them out and teased open Peter’s hole with them as he ordered Thomas to turn around and present his arse. The bedroom filled with moans as Master fucked Thomas and fingered Peter’s hole. Thomas’s long years of experience had taught him how to please Master and with a roar Master shot His second load of the day into Thomas, then pulled His fingers out of Peter’s arse and asked for more coffee as Thomas cleaned his cock and fingers. Peter poured coffee into the coffee cup and bowl and brought them over. Master set the bowl on the floor by the bed and ordered Thomas to drink, then sipped from His cup.
Turning to Peter, He said “That will be all for now. Go and get breakfast ready, Thomas will help me get ready.” Peter nodded and left the room, his cock straining against the confines of its cage inside his jock and his hole twitching from Master’s fingers.
Having laid out breakfast on the dining room table, Peter went to the boy’s dorm and unlocked the door, Brian and Abe, Master two pets, had finished their workouts and were kneeling on all fours in their collars. Both boys’ muscles were pumped from their workout. Brian was barrel-chested and his torso covered with a thick white pelt of hair, finished off with a cropped white beard and hair. Abe had a bigger build with broad shoulders and thick upper arms and thighs, all covered with dense black body hair. Master had chosen them for their contrasting appearance, rather like fashion fans matched a black dog to a white one. The boys had been stabled together at Master’s house for a year now, and looked forward to their feeding time at breakfast every day, like the faithful pets they were.
The boys followed Peter back to the dining room and took up their positions kneeling either side of their Master’s armchair, Peter leaving the room just as He emerged from the bedroom. Master came into the breakfast room in His heavy silk dressing gown and sat down in the armchair. He leaned forward and took the bowl of fruit salad off the table.
“Come here, pets,” He said and the two boys crawled forward and started to lick his bare feet as He fed them cubes of fruit with His fingers. “Good boys” He said. Then He moved on to his scrambled eggs, replacing the plate on Thomas’s back when He had finished and ordering Brian and Abe to lick it clean. He then filled the three boys’ bowls with scrambled eggs from the platter and placed them on the floor in front of them. “Tuck in boys” He said, as the boys bent their heads to eat from the bowls. When they were empty, He rang the bell to summon Peter.
Peter arrived with fresh coffee for Master and collected the bowls and breakfast things. Master checked His orders for Peter for the day ahead as He fed Brian and Abe with his fingers, adding “Come straight back, boy,” as Peter left the room, hurried to the kitchen, dropped off the dirty crockery and returned to the dining room, his curiosity piqued.
“I enjoyed being serviced first thing,” said Master, looking at Thomas, “but I fancy some more. Peter and Thomas, you can watch while my pets thank me for breakfast.”
“Yes, Master, Thank You Master” answered Peter and Thomas as they moved to sit on the sofa.
“Brian, Abe, start on my boots” said Master, pulling aside his robe to reveal the tall, shiny, black, knee-length boots that Thomas had slipped onto his Master. He spread his feet apart and the boys knelt then bent forward, crouched as if praying, but the objects of their worship and devotion were their Master’s boots. Their eager tongues ran over the shiny leather of the uppers then onto the treads of the soles as their Master raised them for service. The sound of lapping, licking and swallowing filled the room as the boys raised their arses high as their heads dropped to the floor to lick every inch of their Master’s boots.
The boys’ gentle moans were an aphrodisiac, and Peter and Thomas watched spellbound as Master pulled His robe further open, exposing His hard, throbbing, superior cock and heavy, full balls. Peter’s cock throbbed in its cage and he saw that Thomas was now fully erect and tenting his jockstrap.
“Up to my inner thighs boys” said their Master, and Brian and Abe set to work. He looked over at Thomas and Peter. “Come here, Peter,” he said, reaching into His pocket and pulling out the key to Peter’s cock cage. Peter pushed out his crotch and Master unclipped the neoprene pouch, then unlocked and removed the cock cage, allowing the blood to rush into His butler’s his cock that immediately hardened and bobbed. “Go back to the sofa, and put on a show for me. You are allowed to touch yourselves and each other”
Thomas turned towards Peter and kissed him hard, running his hands over Peter’s bare buttocks, then tugging on Peter’s sensitive, straining and leaking cock. He grinned and pushed Peter’s head down to his crotch. Remembering their glance from earlier, Thomas freed his throbbing cock, which was smaller than his Master’s, but very thick, and thrust it into Peter’s mouth as his fingers pinched and twisted Peter’s nipples. Peter’s moans made Master look up from the pets servicing his crotch to exchange a grin with Thomas.
“I’ve not used him for a while Thomas,” Master said, “so his balls should be nice and full for you.” Peter’s thick purple cockhead swelled out of its foreskin. Thomas gently bit Peter’s ear and pushed him forward and began to feast on Peter’s hairy crack. As Thomas’s skilled tongue reached Peter’s hole, the butler abandoned all restraint and yelled out as only a greedy bottom can, as he arched his back and pushed back into Thomas’s face. Thomas was stroking his hard cock as he rimmed Peter, hardly believing his luck and Master’s generosity.
Brian and Abe were now bathing their Master’s cock with both their tongues as He watched the unfolding show on the sofa. As Thomas pushed Peter’s shoulders down and spat on his cock before positioning it ready to enter Peter’s tight hole, his Master called over, “Peter look at me.” Peter looked up and locked eyes with his Master, a rare privilege.
“Who owns you, Peter?”
“You do Master.”
“Good boy, now fuck him, Thomas.”
Thomas needed no further bidding and sank his thick cock into Peter’s hot, wet, dripping hole. Peter squealed as his ring was forced open then relaxed and pulled Thomas’s cock in deeper as his Master had trained him. Thomas hissed as Peter’s arse muscles clamped down on his cock and his eyes widened with effort.
“He’s like a vice, isn’t he?” laughed Master as he chose Brian’s mouth to fuck while pushing Abe down to service his balls. “But you know what you’re doing and what I like to see. Try some verbal on him, he usually reacts well to that.”
“You fucking whore,” said Thomas into Peter’s ear, “fucking let me inside your cunt, or I’ll bust it open.”
With that, he thrust deep inside Peter and the race was on: either Thomas would fuck Peter’s load out of him, or Peter’s well-trained hole would force Thomas to lose control and shoot inside him.
Master stood up and led Brian and Abe on their knees with Him over to the sofa stroking His hard cock as He watched His boys fuck.
“Let’s make this more interesting,” He said, guiding Brian’s tongue to Thomas’s hole. Thomas’s brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to resist the urge to cum as Brian’s tongue wormed its way inside him. Master lifted Peter’s head and guided Abe’s hard cock into Peter’s gasping mouth. “That’ll make him open up for you,” He said to Thomas.
As Abe purred from the ministrations of Peter’s tongue to his engorged cock he felt his Master behind him. “Let’s see if you’re the same as Peter,” He said into Abe’s ear as His finger found Abe’s clenched hole and pushed inside. Abe’s breathing became rapid, but he did not move.
“You know Peter likes a skull fuck, don’t you? Grab his head and fuck his throat for me.” Abe did as he was told and soon his cock found Peter’s tight, spasming throat. He felt his balls tighten as Peter choked and coughed, trying to dislodge the fat cock.
Just as Abe was approaching the point of no return he was pushed forward, his cock popping out of Peter’s mouth as Master’s cock rammed into his arse and he felt His full weight on top of him pinning him to the sofa. Abe squealed in surprise, but his well-trained hole quickly recovered from the initial assault, and he was soon purring again, pushing back onto his Master’s cock as he had been trained to do. He felt his Master reach around and slide his boy’s cock back into Peter’s mouth. Peter’s eyes rolled back in his head as he surrendered to the inevitable.
Master was panting hard now as he fucked. “Time to cum boys,” He shouted, “you’ve got twenty seconds after me.” He gritted His teeth with effort and then exploded inside Abe, triggering Abe, who shot all over Peter’s face, which triggered Thomas, who came deep inside Peter. The spasming of Thomas’s hole as he shot his load triggered Brian, who came over his boots and, finally, Peter’s resistance collapsed, and he gushed spunk over Brian’s boots.
Master and His boys collapsed in a sweaty, sated pile on the sofa, as their breathing calmed and their spasms ceased. Master locked Peter’s cock back in its cage and went to his dressing room, emerging a few moments later immaculately dressed for the day ahead. He clipped three leashes onto Abe, Brian and Thomas’s collars and led them downstairs to the entrance hall, where He turned to Peter, handing him the leashes.
“Good boys. Best start to the day. Make sure they get some rest before this evening.”
“Yes, Master, have a good day Master” Peter replied, as Master opened the door and went out to where the door of his car was held open for him by his uniformed chauffeur.
