Some futas control their male with an iron rod.  Their males are cowed and controlled, property of their all-powerful mistress.  They snap their fingers and their males come and go.  Why couldn't I have a male like that?

Now, I’m not saying he’s disobedient or unhelpful.  Far from it, he is just about the best servant a futa could ask for.  That’s the thing though.  He’s not just helpful, he’s overbearingly helpful, taking it way too far.  I have not jerked off my dick, brushed my hair, or bathed myself in the past fourteen years.

He came into my family after my mother bound him.  He fought and moaned about his “freedoms” like any other male for the first few weeks of his new life.  He begged to be let go every day.  Eventually, mother snapped. “If you’re not going to be a good boy and suck my cock, you can just go without.  You’re her problem now!” she said pointing to me.

For five days, he suffered, laying on the floor of his room, the need burning into him.  He broke down on the sixth day.  It was after school.  Mother was still at work.  I was sitting in my room surfing the web when I heard him plea,  “I need it.”  He limped into my room grabbing his stomach. “Please, I’m so hungry. I give up, you win.”

I turned around to look at him, my cock growing hard.  “I thought you were independent and free?” I asked.  His face turned scarlet.  “Please don’t.  I just need cum, please.”  He fell to his knees and inched toward me.  Opening his mouth, he leaned in and licked my cock through my underwear.  I pulled my now saliva-soaked panties off, revealing my quickly inflating cock.