Final rough draft.

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, taking it way too far.  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.  Your her problem now!” She said pointing to me.  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.  “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 pantes off, revealing my quickly inflating cock.

He licked the length of my cock moving upwards and swallowed the tip with one smooth motion.  I grabbed his hair and forced his head down.  He left out a muffled groan but quickly went to work.  He bobbed his head up and down, letting out a cute little moan each time he bobbed down.  As I tensed up he lowered himself once more and braced himself against me.  As I came he gulped down every drop of my cum, his adams apple bulging up with each gulp.

 As he finished his meal he got up and looked me in the eyes and gave me a cummy kiss.  “Thanks”  He mumbled as he sauntered out of the room, stopping as he reached the door.  “Please don’t tell your mom.  I just had a moment of weakness.”  I nodded with feigned solemnness.  I had him.

The next day he came back asking for more cum, I obliged him.  When we finished he got up and said “You won’t tell will you?”  I shook my head. “My lips are sealed.”  He repeated this for weeks.  Over the course of those weeks a wonderfully change began to bloom in him.  His promale rhetoric dropped off drastically.  It was after seven weeks that his full change came to fruition.  I had gotten home from school after falling down a hill.  When he saw me his eyes went wide.  “What happened to you?”  He asked as he ran up to me.  He grabbed my knee and brushed the dirt off.  “Your knee is too pretty to be covered in dirt like that.”

And so he became a guardian to me.  Scraped knees, messy hair and most especially horny dicks, he did it all.  My guy was on everything.  His loyalty to me is the reason my let me keep him when I moved into  my own apartment.

Since that first time cleaning my knee he’s never once let me jerk off..  If he ever catches me playing with myself he runs up to me mouth agape.  If I ever let my hair get less then perfect he’ll fuss like a school marm until he approves.  If not for the fact that I’m his mistress I’d think I’m his cum dispensing dolly.

That day all I wanted to do is get to work on time.  Before I even left out room he tuted “Are you really going outside looking like that?  People will think you're some kind of savage!”  No that won’t do at all”  And he proceeded to comb my hair like I was a child.  “You need to take better care of your hair mistress.  What would people think if that saw you now?”  His gentle ministrations turning my unruly hair into something more presentable.  As he caressed me my cock began to rise.  “Now look at you!  Really mistress what would you ever do without me?”

He pushed me to my back and brought his mouth down on my cock.  I tried thrusting into his mouth but he just forced me down.  “No!  That’s my job.”  He said laying his hand on my thigh.  Once I was satisfactorly still he went back to my cock.  As his expert mouth worked I just sat there and enjoyed myself. As I neared the climax I began to moan loudly, he ignored my cries and just kept working.  Finally I came, blasting life giving cum down his gullet.

“Ok” He said wiping his face.  “Get to work.  You’ll be late.”    I told you he took helpfulness too far.