Master And Lil Servant Cock Service

Master walked in through the front door looking tired and frustrated from his day at work

"I've had an awful day Servant, and I need to get my mind off it. Come show me why I keep you around."

Master walked over to my cage, unlocked the door, and lifted my 3 inch naked body up with one hand.

He really did seem like he'd had an awful day. He treated me well enough most of the time assuming I didn't try to escape or deny him sex, not that I could really stop him anyway. But I had started to grow a liking to Master as well. I found myself, despite all odds, sometimes enjoying giving him pleasure. And if he'd had a terrible day and needed a little pick me up I reckoned I could put in a bit more effort today.

Master kicked off his shoes and laid down in bed still dressed in his button down with tie and black dress pants.

"My dick needs massaging, Servant. And you better pretend like you love it too. I need someone to care for me."

Master pulled down the zipper to his pants and placed me near. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes in anticipation. I wouldn't have to pretend today. I found myself getting swept up in the passion of the moment. Master needed this. He needed me.

I climbed in through the fly of his pants and soon found myself lying on his cotton briefs, his giant warm cock pressed up beneath. He was only at semi chub at the moment but that could change soon.

I spread out my arms and legs and wrapped them around the bulge. It was comforting. My comparatively tiny cock was fully erect and pressing up against his shaft, something I knew Master loved. I could already feel his cock beginning to inflate beneath me. I started using my whole body to squeeze it tightly to a rhythm like a full body stress toy. It was a lot of work. Master seemed to relax a bit. But it wasn't long before Master was ready for a bit more.

"Enough foreplay Servant, start servicing me," Master said as he unbuckled his belt. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles faster than I expected and I had to leap to avoid being taken with them. I found myself face planting right into his hairy sack.

Master humphed from the pain of my naked body flying into his exposed testicles. "Watch what you're doing down there! It's sensitive merchandise," he whined, though I suspected he secretly liked it given how his cock twitched. And what a magnificent cock it was. It now stood fully erect above me pointing to the sky like a monument to the gods. Thick veins wrapped around his shaft trailing up to a perfect plump mushroom tip.

I tried to stand up on my feet but the sack beneath was uneven ground to say the least and I found myself falling again, this time my face pressing against his bare penis. God I was horny. But this wasn't about me. I was doing this for him, and I was on a mission. I managed to find steady footing on either side of his cock. With my 5 inch self standing as straight as I could, Master's dick still towered over me several more inches. It was going to be a difficult job.

I wrapped my arms around the tree trunk of a shaft, my hands not quite touching on the other side. I began jumping up and down. Slowly at first to make sure I was in a safe position, and to tease Master a bit as well. But as I became more confident I started speeding up. Master began soft whimpering, which then turned into moans. He was enjoying himself. My thighs were on fire from jumping after a while, but still I pushed through to continue servicing Master. Until at the top of one particularly large jump I misjudged it completely, missing the landing and falling down, hard, right on Master's beach ball sized testicles.

"Arrghhh!!" Master sat up in pain cupping me and his balls. "What did I fucking tell you about being careful you little slut?! Must I do everything myself?!"

Master stood up and threw me onto the bed out of frustration. I landed on my back, the force taking my breath away for a moment.

"This is how you should service my cock."

Master spread my legs apart with his thumb and finger and slapped his giant member on top of me. The force hit me in the nuts as well, the pain shooting up into my lower stomach. I did deserve it though, I figured. One good kick in the nuts given, another received. Regardless, Master didn't give me time to recover. He started thrusting his hips towards the bed, his shaft stroking up and down my body. And even though my balls ached, I soon began to barely notice. His giant dick was so perfectly rubbing me off. The bottom of his beautifully engorged head pushed against my face again and again. I stuck my tongue out to lick his massive log as it went, though I doubted Master even noticed.

"You're my fucking little bitch," Master grunted. "I'm about to give you all this goddamn load."

Master's warmth kept thrusting. I was getting close pinned down beneath his cock. The weight from it alone wouldn't have allowed me to escape if I wanted to. Wouldn't have been able to keep his dick from stroking mine if I wanted to. I was just his play thing to do with as he saw fit. I laid back and accepted the role he chose for me.

Master picked up the pace going faster and faster. His grunts getting louder and more frantic. God I loved his sounds. My balls were ready to burst. A few more strokes later and my body shook as I came beneath his massive dick. Master didn't slow down though, he wasn't done. His thrusting log kept going, smearing my cum up and down my body, providing a bit of lube.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned.

Feeling me explode beneath him was enough. All at once he stopped thrusting and I found myself staring down his dark slit. I had just a second to realize what it meant before I was being water boarded with gallons and gallons of hot sticky white cum. Master's dick pulsed in time to the buckets he released on me. I unintentionally swallowed mouthfuls. It shot up my nose and burned my eyes.

After some heavy breathing Master chuckled, "You okay?"

I coughed, "Yeah, I'm alright," I said face dripping in cum.

"Good," Master said. "That was a lot bigger load than I was expecting. Can't let any of it go to waste though," He grinned evilly.

Master scooped me up in his hands along with the mounds of wads that had shot onto the bed. He took time working his hands around my entire body like a master potter, coating every one of my crevices in his fresh sauce. It was warm and slimy.

"You know what, I think it'd turn me on if you had to sleep like that. We'll skip your bath tonight."

I groaned in displeasure, though I was sure he was serious. Master walked over to my cage, dropped me in, locked the door, and walked away to begin making himself dinner. I sat on the floor of my cage a slimy sticky cum stinking mess. Covered in my Master's mess actually. Just another reminder that I wasn't my own thing, but just a thing to service him. I guessed I had accomplished my mission though. Master seemed in a much chipper mood now.