This morning slave Bron came over and drove me around town to pick up groceries, he then treated me to an enjoyable lunch at a Mexican restaurant, once home and comfortable I opened the wine he brought and relaxed as he was put to work on a big project I had saved for him: organizing our pantry. The damn project plagued the household for months, and it only took him an afternoon.
During his task he took a break to kneel and drink my piss like a very good boy, he’s still getting used to it but it’s a great bit of progress. When the pantry was tidied, I rewarded him with having him suck my cock, working my manhood a great while like the good cocksucker he is, finishing it off by shooting a nice healthy load down his throat.
He cleaned up and then prepared dinner for the house, finally meeting my roommate (whom for years I tried convincing that chore slaves and chore boys actually did exist), and he spent the rest of his visit chatting until it was time for him to head home. The roommate agrees I have to keep this one.
Now to just draw up a contract.
Play Safe Dear Reader.