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One of the most shocking things about Sunflower’s enslavement was the amount of choices he was given.
Sunflower’s parents kept his hair short. Sunflower’s parents chose to have him wear fashionable modern teen outfits. Sunflower’s parents chose every food he put into his mouth, and exactly how much.
Master asked how Sunflower wanted his hair, and let him grow it out. Master let Sunflower pick the frilly, slavish dresses he’d always wanted, and wear hats or purses fifty years out of date. Master never made Sunflower eat food he hated, and he could always have as much as he wanted.
Nobody had ever cared as much about Sunflower’s insignificant wants and desires as Master did.
So then why did he not seem to care that Sunflower desperately wanted to come more than anything else?
“Hello, sweetheart,” Master said, sounding amused. His voice jerked Sunflower back to the present, where he was lying on the floor surrounded by unfolded laundry that he was ignoring in favor of squirming and humping up into the air. “Hard at work, are you?”
“Master!” Sunflower whined. “Please, please- it’s so desperate- it hasn’t come in months, isn’t that enough? Please, Master, even just one more orgasm, it’s always wanted to come with Master, it had so many orgasms thinking of you and now you’re here and you’re so much better than it possibly imagined, so much more handsome and perfect and kind and strong and sexy and it can’t come, even though it needs to come more than it ever has in its entire pitiful little life, Master, it needs to, your dominance and perfection overpower it, Master, please, just once, please just this once let it come, Master doesn’t have to touch it, he could just, just let it rut against his holy foot- oh- or even, even just be in the room as it touches itself, Master, it doesn’t need more than that, Master, it wants to come looking at Master please please please Master it hurts its cocklet aches it’ll do anything it’ll be a good boy forever it swears-“
“You don’t really have anything to offer, love,” Master said. “You’ll be a good boy either way, because I’ll make you be one. Everything you have is mine already.”
“Please!” Sunflower sobbed. “Master, please, it knows it’s just a lowly owned toy and that makes it need to come even more, please, it’s your slave husband, won’t Master have mercy on his most pitiful little slave husband and let it come just once? It aches so badly, it’ll die, it needs to come or it’ll die!”
“That’s a pity,” said Master. “If you’re dead you won’t get fucked. That’s unfortunate for you.”
“Master!”
“Sunflower,” Master replied. “Your health comes first. It’s not healthy for you to come, so Master won’t ever let you come again. It’s as simple as that.”
“Some slaves come all the time, though, Master!”
“You’re not ‘some slaves’. You’re my precious Sunflower.”
“But it hurts! Master!”
“You’re always telling me how much you love your spankings and how much you love hurting for me.”
“That’s- Mas-ter! It’s different!”
“How is it different? It’s a slave’s place to hurt for their masters, you’ve said it yourself.”
Sunflower squirmed and covered his face with his hands.
“Poor Sunflower,” Master said kindly. “You’re only this desperate and throwing such a big tantrum because you’ve come before. This is why it’s not healthy for you! You think you’re desperate to come because you’ve gotten all your silly little wires crossed. But if you listen to yourself, what you’re really desperate for is Master. Don’t worry. Master will help you.”
Master scooped Sunflower up and deposited him on the bed, then began stripping himself. Sunflower stared avidly, cocklet pressing against his horrible, pretty cage harder than ever.
Master was the most stunning man Sunflower had ever seen. Better than all of his fantasies about the man combined. He was gloriously fat, covered in thick, curling hair. He had silky stretch marks and beautiful wrinkles. And his cock- his cock-
“Please!” Sunflower shrieked. “Please, Master, please fuck your thing, use your toy, please, it’s so empty, it begs that you take your most humble obedient submissive fuckdoll-“
Master laughed condescendingly. “See? A little look at Master and you’re forgetting all about those silly little things you call orgasms. But no, honey, Master isn’t going to fuck you right now. You’re still thinking about yourself, when what you should be thinking about is Master.”
Master lay down on the bed next to Sunflower and spread out. Sunflower vibrated with desire.
“It always thinks about Master, its beloved Lord Husband, all the time! Master is everything, Master is God! I love you, Master, thank you for ruling my thoughts as effortlessly as you rule me!”
“You’re welcome, my good boy,” said Master. “Master loves you too. That’s why Master doesn’t let you come. Now, how about you worship Master’s feet for a while?”
Sunflower squealed with delight. He loved worshiping Master’s feet! If it were up to him, he’d be doing it all day!
“No licking,” Master reminded him. “Only kissing. This isn’t about indulging yourself.”
“Yes, my Lord Husband,” Sunflower replied, a little disappointed, but only just a little. “Thank you! Your slave worships you for your kindness and generosity!”
He threw himself into kissing Master’s feet. It was so wonderful! Being under Master’s feet, feeling so small and helpless, being able to show his undying devotion for his perfect Lord Husband- it was pure paradise.
It unfortunately did not make Sunflower’s desire to come go away. In fact, it only seemed to get worse. Sunflower knew he wasn’t allowed to hump the bed without permission, but holding himself in check was becoming a real struggle.
He just loved Master so much, and he was so glorious, the sexiest, most magnificent man there had ever been, and he wanted to come!
Master eventually allowed Sunflower to move up, and that made the haze of Sunflower’s desire even worse. Reverent kisses up the legs, feeling Master’s warm skin and wiry hair. Past his god-cock and balls, which Sunflower wasn’t allowed to touch. Kisses on the soft expanse of his stomach, his strong arms, the glorious scent of the sweat of his pits, the tickling of Master’s beard as his kissed his neck-
“Alright,” Master said. “Master has helped you enough, and you need to finish the laundry.”
“M-Master?” Sunflower stammered. Master’s cock was hard and ready. Sunflower’s mouth watered and his hole clenched. “Isn’t- isn’t Master going to fuck his boy?”
“After your chores are done,” said Master. “I’m going to go read in the living room. Say thank you to Master for helping you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Master, for helping your needy little fucktoy,” Sunflower said dazedly.
Master pressed a kiss to his forehead and left, still naked.
Sunflower found that for some crazy reason, he wanted to come even more than before.