Just do your chores.

As usual, you chose the easy way out, but it sure doesn't feel easy as your knees are rubbed raw, your elbows tire, your ass grows more gnawingly hungry, your cock stubbornly swells only to be crushed painfully back to softness. You keep your grumbles to yourself everytime you hear Mr. Robert's "Missed a spot." Followed by his corny chuckle.

After what seems like forever, the floor finally meets his grudging approval. You wait with baited breath to hear your next chore. "Dishes" he barks, and you follow him to the kitchen and see a pile of dishes stacked overflowing from the sink covering every inch of the counters. He must notice your disgust.

THWACK

The pain runs raucous through you, your ass and cock cry out even more hungrily. "Don't look at me like that, boy. Dishes is womens work and I haven't had a regular woman lately. So get to work."

SMACK

Another searing wave of hungry heat washes over you. You blush and throb and drool over the dishes. But you keep your head down and focus on how gross these dishes are. It almost works, the days...maybe weeks old filth distracts you from your plugged puppy ass or caged little cock. For the first time all day, you aren't remotely horny. That is until you feel Mr. Roberts hard cock slide between your exposed cheeks.

"Now you didn't think I was gonna make this easy on you? I know how bad you need a real man's dillinger to fill you up, but you're just going to have to learn the value of patience." So you hang your head, get the dishes spit-shine clean with your dumb drool, and "patiently" throb and ache and shiver as his hot hands roam all over your naked flesh and his thick cock slides all over your ass like a hungry snake.

It feels like hours, and it might well be by the time you dry the final dish and hand it to your crotchety captor for inspection. You hold your breath.

SMACK

"Good job." Not for the first time, you regret not taking the spankings when you had your chance. The "easy way" has been the hardest thing you've ever endured you just hope it's almost over. "Just one last chore and you can go home. I'll even lend you some clothes. All you've got to do is...Mow. My. Back. Yard."

The words land like hammers on you. How can he expect you to go outside like this? The whole reason you are stuck with him is because you didn't want the whole neighborhood to see you like this.

"Awww don't look so scared. It's getting almost near sundown, and I have that big privacy fence. Why I'll bet no sees you at all. But if you don't finish your chores, I'm tieing you to the front porch and you can sleep out there tonite." Your mind reels as you contemplate what the easy way is in this impossible situation is.

Numbly, you let Mr. Roberts lead you by the leash to his spacious backyard. Wordlessly you wait as he pulls around his riding lawnmower. Paralyzed, you feel him pull out your puppy dog plug with a PLOP so lewdly loud your heart stops as you wait for someone to investigate. Obediently, you allow your neighbor to lead you up on the tractor. Patiently, you wait for him to sit down first. Mindlessly you sink down onto his hard, thick cock until you feel his grey haired balls rest on your ass.

"See what patience, and obedience, and respect will get you? If you had shown this much respect years ago I might could have taught you something about being a man. Oh well, probably for the best you're going to learn how to be a Bee-word instead." He starts up the riding mower and his words are rattled from your head by the powerful vibrations of the engine. Suddenly your whole body feels tremors rumbling up it. Including, you notice with depraved delight, the thick cock throbbing balls deep inside of you like a hot flesh dildo.

The machine moves slowly, and Mr. Roberts guides it methodically so that not an inch is missed. You should be worried about him taking his sweet time. You should be terrified someone will hear the incessant stream of muffled moans and whimpers spilling out of your parted lips along with your drool. But the vibrations are sending cataclysmic quakes all over you supple skin and deep inside you. Your caged clit stays limp, but the deep vibrations set off a tsunami of sissy squirts all over your soft legs.

You spend you know not how long mindlessly flopping on your neighbor's cock, as he coolly guides the mower with one hand, and expertly explores every inch of your trembling flesh with the other. You feel like you can't stop cumming, even as your legs are bathed in your sissy spurts and your cock dripped dry. Still you sink deeper, lost in the savage sissygasms ripping apart what little mind, soul, or humanity you have left. You are empty, obedient, content to surrender everything and let your big strong Granddaddy make all the decisions.

You whimper regretfully when you see him aiming the mower towards the sizable shed in the corner of his yard. "Don't you hnh worry, Bitch...here CUMS your nngh reward!" You are almost as shocked by him actually cussing as you are by his geyser of gooey cum coating your insides sending you hurtling into merciful euphoric oblivion.

You...

black...

out...

"Wuh?" you are lying at Mr. Robert's feet on his hardwood floor. Still sticky, you can smell your weak spurts and his potent cum pooling together. You feel broken, aching, longing, filthy, and ashamed but somehow, looking up at the strong, stern face of your new Granddaddy...you feel content.

"So how are we gonna get you clean?"