Master's Good Boy Ch. 3 -- Weekend at The Cabin
Master took today off to stay home with me. I was surprised to wake up and find Master still home, and even more surprised to hear him say that he was staying home to spend the day with me. He had been too busy lately, and missed me. My tail has been wagging all day. Master is just the best.
Its been such a sweet lazy day, we've barely moved off the couch except to eat and get drinks. I'm snuggled across Master's lap, resting my head on his strong thighs. One of my favorite movies, Hot Fuzz, is wrapping up on the TV. Master is giving me the most wonderful pets down my back and at the base of my tail. I keep dozing off as he loves on me. This is heaven.
Master clears his throat, waking me. I didn't realize I had drifted off.
"Sebastian, you've been such a good boy lately." Master praises me, causing my tail to wag back and forth. He strokes it absently as he continues, "I've been too busy with work lately. I know I've been neglecting you, so to make it up to you how would you like to go up to the cabin for the weekend? Just you and me, I know we haven't gone up there in a few months."
I turn my head slightly to look up at him, "That would be awesome. I love it up there, it's so pretty and peaceful. When can we leave?"
He smiles down at me, a little twinkle in his crystal blue eyes. "Good, I just knew you would. We'll leave this evening. In the meantime, do you want a little treat?" I nod happily, and he smiles down at me. "That's my good boy, roll over for me."
I roll over on my back, and he continues to pet me. "I just love your new haircut, that was such a good idea." He runs his fingers through my short, pink dyed hair. Before gently stroking my cheek and running his thumb over my lips.
He strokes me across my chest and belly, causing goosebumps to spread across my whole body. He gently brushes across my nipples, causing my heart to skip a beat and start to anticipate what might come next. What is he going to do to me? He said it was a treat, so I know it's going to be good. He softly pets my flat belly, teasing at the top of my pastel purple bikini bottoms. My cock stirred slightly, as he stroked his way back up my belly with his finger tips. My ears drooping slightly.
"Oh, you like that?" he chuckles before stroking my lower stomach again, causing me to squirm slightly as I suppress a moan. Master is such an awful tease.
He slips his hand under my waistband and strokes my smooth crotch before working his way back up my body. I whine up at him as he teases me. He just smiles down at me, as he tweaks my nipples causing me to squirm again.
"Sebastian, have you cum today?" He asks gently.
"No, Master. Not since yesterday after you got home." I reply meekly as he plays with the seam of my bottoms around my hips.
"Oh you poor thing. Well don't worry, Master will fix it" he coos as he looks down at my cock where it strains against the soft purple fabric.
He slips his fingers under the fabric between my legs and tugs. Like a good boy, I plant my feet on the couch and push my butt up so that he can pull my bottoms down exposing my hard cock. I settle back onto the couch and pull my legs up to my chest so Master can pull my bottoms all the way off before tossing them onto the floor. He gently pulls me further down the couch so that I'm sitting in his lap. I nuzzle into his wide muscular chest, resting there as his hand slips up my thighs to stroke my tightening balls. I softly moan into his chest as he presses his fingertips into my taint, making me melt in his arms. It feels so good when Master does that.
I hear the drawer of the side table open, followed by a quiet shuffling sound and the feeling of his hand disappearing from between my legs. Before I could open my eyes to see what he was doing, his fingers were back between my legs with a cool slick coating of lube. He massaged my taint for a second before he slid down to stroke my hole in slow smooth circles. I groaned softly as he massages the bud of my ass.
Pausing momentarily he adds a bit more lube, continuing the slow delicious massage. He gently presses at my entrance, slipping into me easily.
"Awwww, my little puppy wants this so bad. I can feel how excited you are. Is my good boy gonna cum for Master?" He gently asks in his strong, gentle Master voice.
"Of course, Master. Whatever you want," I gasp out as the finger in my butt finds my prostate and begins a gentle steady slow massage.
I want to obey my Master so bad. He wants me to cum for him, and I'm a good boy. With every press of his finger on my prostate a new pulse of precum rolls down my cock, pooling where my shaft meets my body.
"Pup, you're making a mess. You know what to do with that, right?" Master gently commands. Wordlessly, I catch the sweet clear fluid with my fingers and suck them clean. Happily swallowing it down, causing a spreading warmth in my stomach. "That's my good boy, do you want to cum for me?"
"Yes, Master" I answer, barely able to get the words out.
I press my ass back into his hand as the finger inside me begins to move faster. I'm so close, I could pop at any second. But, I'm a good boy and I will wait for Master to tell me to cum. I feel waves of pleasure radiating through my whole body driving a long soft moan from me. I curl into Master's chest as these yummy warm waves flow over me again and again in long deep full body ecstasy.
I feel Master kiss the top of my head and gently murmur, "that's my good boy. You're doing so good for me. Just a little longer. That's it."
I'm in heaven, it feels so good a tear rolls down my cheek as Master slows his gentle pace inside me, like he's walking me back from the edge. I relax the muscles in my core, taking a deep breath.
"Such a sweet puppy," Master whispers in my ear, before speeding up again. In a matter of seconds, the warm waves are rolling through me again. My core tightens, completely out of my own control. Master is gently walking me right up the edge and holding me there, my breaths turn to quiet gasps and soft moans. He wraps his free arm around me, cradling me against his chest.
He kisses the top of my head again, and I feel his finger sweep circles around my prostate before he whispers, "cum for me, good boy."
My body breaks, I moan loudly into his chest as my cock starts to spasm. Thick jets of hot, pearly cum shoot from me landing in a pool around my belly button. I shake and writhe in Master's arms.
"Look at you, such a good boy. Cum for Master, that's my good boy. Don't stop, you aren't done yet. Keep cumming for me. That's it. Let it all out. I know, I know. It feels so good, doesn't it?" he gently encourages me as I empty my balls for him.
My orgasm goes on and on at Master's command, until there's no more cum. Just long dry pulses of my cock that I feel all the way up into my stomach.
"My good boy, that was perfect. You can stop cumming now, little pet. You did such a good job for me." He murmurs gently as he kisses my forehead softly before giving me a sweet peck on the lips, "my sweet puppy. My good boy."
Master gently slips his finger out of me and wipes the lube off with my bikini bottoms. He cuddles me against his chest for a minute before relaxing his hold to look down at me.
"Sebastian, that's such a mess! You better clean that up," Master playfully commands.
I happily scoop the white liquid up with my fingers, sucking them clean and swallowing myself down. Master's praise still ringing in my ears. I'm Master's Good Boy, and I never get tired of hearing it.
After being cuddled and pet for a little longer, Master tells me to go shower while he packs for us. I stand up from the couch; still a little shaky from the long orgasm that Master had given me, and slowly make my way back to my room.
I step into the bathroom, toss my bikini bottoms into the hamper and turn on the shower. My ears perk up as I hear Master moving around the house as he gets our bags together. I hear him move in and out of my room several times as I let the hot water run over me, washing the long lazy day off of me. I hurry through my shower and dry off, before stepping out into my room to get dressed.
First things first, I grab my collar from the night stand and clip it around my neck. I fish around in my underwear drawer and find a cute pair of orange boy shorts that say Femboy Hooters in bubble letters across the butt. I pull them up and make sure they're centered with my tail in the cut out. I grab a grey tank top and a pair of denim short shorts and shimmy into them before dropping one of Master's hoodies over my head and walking out into the living room.
"Aren't you the cutest," Master calls as I walk into the room. His praise making me blush and my tail wag.
"Thank you, Master" I reply, "is there anything I can do to help?"
"Sure, Pup. Take those two duffle bags down to the truck. I'll be down with the ice chest in just a minute" Master answers cheerfully.
I snatch up our two duffle bags before stepping into my shoes and walking down the stairs to the garage. I fumble for the light switch and it clicks on. I'm happy to see that Master brought his truck home. He has a gorgeous 1976 Chevy pickup, fully restored and painted in it's original two tone green. I set the bags down at the tailgate and open the bed cover before setting the bags in the back. I hear Master coming down the stairs behind me, and scamper over to the door to hold it open. He walks by to set the cooler in the back of the truck, and I can watch his muscles work as he lifts it to the tailgate before sliding it in next to our bags. I can't help but smile when I see how gorgeous Master is, my tail wags thumping against the wall behind me and giving me away. Master looks over at me, and I smile up at him as I walk over. He hugs me into his chest before he playfully swats me on the butt and tells me to get in.
I hop in through the passenger side door and settle into the cushy bench seat. Master sets the alarm and locks the door before walking around to hop in next to me behind the wheel. He opens the garage door and turns the key, the familiar purring rumble coming up through the floorboards. We pull out into the evening dark and turn down the long driveway.
We get out on the road and settle in. I pop my seat belt off and slip out of my shoes before I lay across the bench seat, resting my head on Master's thighs. He takes his eyes off the road for a second to look down at me, I smile up at him and wave with a little giggle. He smile's back down at me before putting his eyes back on the road. He reaches down and ruffles my hair between my ears, muttering something about me being a silly puppy.
