To Serve You.

This is just a fun fictional story from the mind of the author. All characters are over 18. Enjoy.

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Through a gay dating app, I met a man who was injured while working. He does construction and slipped off the step of a front end loader as he was climbing down. His right leg was broken so his career in construction is over. Our first date was three weeks after his accident.

"Yeah, it sucks being injured. I can't drive because it's my right leg, so I took the bus over here. I have my groceries delivered to me. It's a real bummer."

He spoke about his injured leg non stop for fifteen minutes or so. I just listened. Besides, we had alot in common; same taste in music, movies and sports. Being 5'7" and 135 pounds to his 6'0" and 190 pound muscular body, made us the perfect pair. So listening to him complain did not make a difference to me. He was upset so I was his to listen.

"I'm so sorry that I'm bitching."

"That's no problem. It does suck that your helpless. Perhaps I can be of assistance? My hours at work are very flexible."

Perking up he said "Oh, that would be very helpful. Days are not too bad, nights get lonely."

I like where this is headed.

"Would you be able to come over at night? I would not only appreciate the company but if you could help clean and shop, that would be awesome."

Smiling, I said that I will be more than happy to serve him. These two last words turned me from being his potential boyfriend into his servant during his recovery.

That night, after our first date I drove him back to his home and he invited me in for a drink. While we sat and talked he asked if I was alright with him being seven years older than me

"Of course I am. You being 33 makes no difference to me. It's just a number."

"I hope you don't think I'm being paranoid, it's just that the last man I had a first date with was 29 and he had a problem with it."

"Nah. Not me." I said smiling. "I think we have good chemistry between us."

"So do I." He said. Then he took me by surprise "Are you more dom or sub?"

"Well, let's just say your size says it all."

He howled out laughing.

"I'm being serious. Please, let me know."

"Just let you know?"

"Uh, huh."

I thought to myself, I'll show him now. I took off my shoes. Slowly, I stood up and began to strip. I was very comfortable with my body. So even though it was three hours since we first laid eyes on each other, I wanted him to know how strongly I felt.

"Damn. Such a nice body."

He eyed me up and down. I was loving it.

"I'll answer your question this way. 'May I kneel and give you a blow job, master?'"

"Yes, slave, you may." He said as he stood and lowered his pants and boxers. Sitting back down his legs opened up, revealing a cock that must be at least 7 inches.

On my knees, I slowly lowered my mouth onto his enormous member. His pre cum had moistened the head of his cock. Easing more of my mouth onto his shaft, I began to slowly go up and down. Up and down my head went. His cock tasted so good. I gagged as I tried to take it all in. Taking my wet mouth off his cock, I licked slowly down the shaft and sucked his balls. I had him in pure ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes. Get your mouth back onto my cock, I'm going to cum."

My favorite part. Up and down I went. I teased his balls with my right hand. His toes curled and his hands grab the chairs arm rests. With his load shooting into my throat, I eased my mouth towards the head of his cock. His load was in my mouth. I opened my mouth to show him.

"Good. I like a slave who shows his master his load. Are you waiting for permission to swallow?"

I nodded.

"Swallow and enjoy."

I did just that.

"Because you want to help me while I recuperate, your going to follow some rules while you serve me in my home."

He quickly jotted them down:

1. You will call me "Master."

2. You stay silent, I speak. If you want to speak, you will say "May I speak, master?"

3. You must be bare foot.

4. You will only wear a thong.

5. I want your body hair to be completely gone. I also expect you to be showered and clean shaven when you enter my home.

"I will follow those rules master." I said in a hushed submissive tone.

Then, for some reason, perhaps to be nice or ease any fear I might have, he mentioned that we can skip the whole "Slave and master" roleplay and that I can just help him.

"No. Doing the roleplay sounds fun. I've always wanted to try it."

He laughed. "I'm glad to hear it. Be back here tomorrow night at 6. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

He wrote out a list of groceries he needed and kissed me goodbye.

I was his faithful "Slave", just like he wanted me to be. I enjoyed being at his beck and call every night. The sex we had was great and the roleplaying really helped.

The months that followed were great! Not only did we begin a lasting relationship, but my being his slave made his recovery more interesting. Instead of it being some boring routine where all I did was go help and then leave, he really had me believe that I was his slave and he was my master. Here's one example.

It was a Friday night and I had just finished grocery shopping but I forgot one item on his list.

"Come to me. You must be punished. Because it's the first time you forgot an item, you will receive three spankings."

I walked over to him.

"Bend over, slave."

He felt up my tight, bare ass.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Next time the punishment will be more severe. Now, suck your master's cock."

By now my oral talent was better than ever. I was able to take more of his fuck rod into my mouth and my gagging reflex was all but gone. I enjoyed every inch. Every load of cum he deposited into my mouth, I savored every drop.

After almost one year together and his leg fully healed, we are a couple. I am not only his faithful boyfriend but I am also his to serve.