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 not obedient or helpful.  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.  I have not jerked off, brushed my hair or bathed myself in the last fourteen years.

He came into my family after my mother bound him.  The first few weeks of his new life he fought and moaned about his “freedoms”  like any other male.  Everyday he begged to be let go and finally, mother snapped, “If you’re not going to be a good boy and suck my cock you can just go without. “ For five days he suffered he lay on the floor of his room  the need burning into him.  It was on the sixth day that he broke down.  It was after school and mother was still at work, I was sitting in my room surfing the web when I heard his plea.  “Please fuck me, 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 don’t know mother would be mad if I fed you” I asked.  He shook his head. “Please I need this! She doesn't need to know.”  He fell to his knees and inched toward me.  Opening his mouth he started to suck on my cock through my underwear.  I pulled my now salava soked pantes off, revealing my quickly inflating cock.

He licked the legth of my cock moving upwards and swallowed the tip with one smooth motion.  I grabed his hair and forced his head down.  He left out a muffled groan but quickly went to work.  He boabed his head up and down, leting out a cute little moan each time he bobbed down.

After we finished he curled up at my feet and fell asleep.  I scratched his head and just sat there thinking.  Mom was not going to be happy.  She expected him to starve and I stopped that.    True to exptectation she was furuius.  Screaming all sorts of things “I wanted him to starve and you disobeyed!”  And “How could you go behind my back like that?”  And so on.  So I moved out and I took the male with me.

So I moved into an apartment and got a job and he took to helping me like a flea takes to a dog.  After my first time feeding him he never let me jerk off.  If he ever catches me playing with myself he runs up to me mouth agape.