Just a Dinner Favour

Once I return to my bedroom, now formally the service room, I listen for a moment. The dinner party continues, with the service of dessert, and more conversation. I sit at my computer and turn it on, booting it up and subsequently load Steam.

I scroll down, click, and launch Cyberpunk 2077 for a few minutes of mindless fun shooting nameless gangsters as a V that I designed to look like Amy. A bit of running around, a bit of stealthily shooting things, while the twins entertain friends.

There's a certain freedom in knowing that, tonight, I'm mostly irrelevant, nothing but a dinner favour. I'd certainly have liked to be more than that, but we can't always get what we want. More important is the fact tonight I got what I needed.

I am a cock slave. I know what I am for, where I fit into the world around me. A full meal and a belly full of Grade A cum is unbelievably satisfying. I have only what rights my best friend grants me, and as her property, all is as it is intended to be.

Ten minutes later, a knock on the open door startles me, and I turn my head to look. A girl whom I recognise only by her still-out cock and her pretty legs stands in the door, and I stare a moment. Quickly, I pause my game and then slide down.

I hasten on my hands and knees to kneel in front of her, kissing Julia's feet. I look up at her, and she strokes my hair with one hand, gently, before holding up the other. There in her hand, a chocolate truffle, something sweet and delectable.

“I asked if you were rewarded with treats when you do well, slut,” Julia says softly, “I was informed your owner allows you to have chocolate as a treat. I asked if they'd mind letting me give you your treats, tonight.” Treats? Treats means plural!

“Would you like a treat, whore?” she asks, holding it up, “I am told you are allowed to speak now that you aren't having dinner. My name's Julia.” Julia holds the treat in front of my face, letting my eyes centre on chocolate instead of her cock.

It doesn't elude me her cock is still out, and ready to receive attention, but it's soft, right now, and she didn't start with shoving it in my mouth. I tilt my face up to her submissively, smiling appreciatively, “I'm Nico. Amy Goodheart's faggot.”

“Amy Goodheart?” she repeats, as she brings the chocolate to my lips and I submissively open my mouth, allowing her to feed me, and she slides it past my lips, onto a tongue she knows, “I do not believe I have met your Mistress. Is she nice?”

“Mm-Hmm! Yes, Miss Julia,” I answer obediently, licking her palm, watching as she pulls another treat from her pocket, unwrapping it gingerly, “Amy has been my best friend my entire life. She's the one who brainwashed me to be this way.”

“Your best friend brainwashed you?” she asks, bringing the second treat to my lips, and I nod.

“She asked if I would volunteer for her hypnosis project. The law says you have to reprogram someone in some context,” my shoulders roll, eyes on hers, “otherwise she wouldn't be able to get her certification. This has been her life's dream.”

“Turning you into her cock slave?” she asks, and I giggle, prompting a grin, “Hey, it's a valid question! So she's wanted to be a hypnotist all her life, then?” I nod, and Julia feeds me the second treat, pushing the truffle through into my mouth.

“So you volunteered, consented,” she muses, and I nod, “Good. You seem content like this, albeit I admittedly never got to meet you beforehand. I heard a lot of good things. The twins always talked about how amazing their cool big brother was.”

“Your mouth is wonderful, by the way,” she says, looking down at me, “may I?”

“Of course!” I answer, and she steps close. I open my mouth and she slides herself fully inside. I wrap my lips around her, caressing her balls with my tongue while her thick meat lays gently in the back of it. Her smile is warm and enthusiastic.

Even still, Julia doesn't keep her cock in my mouth long, before slowly swaying back and sliding herself free. She tucks it in, zipping and buttoning, before pulling out one last truffle and unwrapping it, feeding it to me as she strokes my hair.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you, at last,” she says, “Thank you for dinner service. I must go, Hiro drove and they will be waiting for me in the car, now. Goodbye, slut! I will attempt to come back sometime to help your family feed you, again!”

“Thank you!” I bend low and kiss her still-bare feet, then watch her turn and walk away. I return to my chair and resume playing my game while I wait for someone to have further use of me. Given I've drained everyone's balls? It'll be a while.

I know my family, and I'm getting to know them even better now that I'm their free-use cock slave. They're honestly not that fucking horny that I'm going to be spending my every waking minute in this house with a dick slamming into me.