Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2010 16:17:54 -0700 From: bamaboi2serve Subject: Special Duty Slave (These brief stories are short sketches of slaves. I am submitting one a week to Nifty for four (or five) weeks starting in March 2010. When the last sketch is posted, I'll ask you to vote on whichever of the four character sketches you liked the most. The story that receives the most votes (presuming there are enough to make it worthwhile) will be turned into a complete story. Enjoy! And PLEASE..DO comment along the way! It is the only real reward we Nifty authors receive. bamaboi2serve@charter.net) Here are links to the first TWO sketches: Sketch Number one: /nifty/gay/authoritarian/gallery-display-slave Sketch Number two: /nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-the-new-slave Character Sketch #3 The special duty slave Bamaboi2serve@charter.net When i first started serving Master, i used all of my body to serve Him, and to pleasure his friends, on his command of course. All of my wretched slut body was their playground, and i was happy to offer what pleasure i could to them. But as time went on, Master started paying special attention to just one of my abilities. And that is how i became His tongue slave. Each morning at 5:30, unless i am told otherwise, i crawl to His room and burrow under his covers, positioning myself at his ass, and started licking. In warmer times of year, the duty is more aromatic than in the Winter, and if Master had been fucking some of his other slaves the evening before, i can frequently taste them. In fact it has become a mental game with me to see if i can guess who His toy had been the night before. One of His other slaves must be on a special diet, because i can always recognize the taste of his body. Naturally, none of us slaves are allowed to actually cum, especially in Master's presence, but bois being bois, there is usually a splatter here or there, and if Master has fucked the slave, then those internal juices are left behind. I suspect another slave must be a native of India, as there is the special flavor of those spicy nuts the Indians like to chew. Master is hairy, and so my licking of his hindquarters is partly an exercise in cleaning, and partly a grooming aid. i try each morning to leave Him cleansed and sweat free, but my real reward is to poke my tongue into Him very gently, yet just deeply enough that i arouse Him. There is a careful balance i must achieve. Master, of course, is never actually fucked. No cocks or tools are permitted to enter Him. It is Master who does the fucking in this household, slamming his rod deep into the many holes available to him. It is unthinkable to us slaves that He has ever had anything inserted into his ass. One morning i went too far, loosing control of my own foolish slave urges. Without thinking, i used my hands to gently pull His massive muscular cheeks apart to give my tongue better access. i spent a month locked in a hole for that mistake, drinking the other slave's piss, being a receptical for their spit. i learned my lesson and am now very careful not to overstep my slave boundaries. He warned me that i might lose my hands if i misued them. Now i focus on leaving pleasing looking swirls in the hair as i lick Him clean, like a cat. Almost every morning, He is at least fat of cock when i am finished, and i can take pleasure in knowing that i have brought Him pleasure along with my cleaning duties. i can frequently see a drop of His sacred juice hanging off his plump spear, and i must fight the urge to take it. i know if i am really really good at my duty, He may someday order me to take Him in my slave mouth. But this morning is like all others, and He eventually He tires of me and kicks me away, throwing a dildo to the corner to prompt His suck slave into action. The other boy has learned, after much practice (though there is a rumor of surgery too), how to take Master's long fat cock in one swallow, and as i crawl out from His bedroom, glancing back, i can see the boi's slim slave ass sticking up at the end of the bed as he goes about his part of the duty of serving. i can hear him struggling to accept the snake , forcing his mouth onto Master's slick, beautiful, huge fleshy tube, opening himself up for Master's morning juice. Even after many months of service, it is still a chore for him. Lucky bitch. Someday, i think, someday.