Serve Master Tommy

Dear Readers, If you like what you read here, you can reach me at [email protected].

Subs? Well, you know deep down who you are and what you need. You can write SLAVE FOR MASTER TOMMY in the subject line. You might get my attention.

This is my first story. I have a lot to share about just how crazy my life has gotten here in Los Angeles. It will sound unbelievable to some, I am sure of that.

So maybe I should try to start at the beginning. This has been quite an evolution. But it didn't happen over night. It's been a lifetime getting to where I am now.

I first noticed faggots and how useful they could be around middle school.

I grew up in West Los Angeles. By eight grade I was already a head taller than most of the boys in my class. I was not the captain of the football team type, but I was the kind of Alpha that is probably unique to Southern California. I was a strapping, muscular blond and I dominated the beach as a surfer and Venice Beach as a skateboarder. I had a golden tanned and perfect body and I soon realized, the biggest cock in school.

Around me, the girls acted like they would for the most popular boy band in the world or Justin Bieber. They threw themselves at me as soon as we all hit puberty. And that was great. I love girls. And women. And I consider myself a mostly straight dominant alpha to this day. But that's not what this story is about. This story is about me and you.

You know who you are.

Faggots.

Because I was a surfer and skater, I wasn't on any teams. But there were always a ton of boys hanging around me. Wanting to impress me. Wanting to be my friend. And there were always the ones that stared at me a little more than the rest. That were obviously salivating over the salt water that dripped down my body as I pulled my surfboard out of the water and walked on the beach.

One day, I decided to rest this boy named David who was always hanging around. He didn't surf but he always seemed to be around when I was getting out of the water in the morning. So I got a little mischievous and just handed his my board.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Can you carry this for me? Thanks."

I didn't really give him an option to say no. I observed that he was actually delighted to serve me in this way. From that morning on, he appeared whenever I decided I'd had enough. He took my board from me without asking and lugged it across the beach. He was so much smaller than me and I knew it was heavy and he was struggling. That just gave me more pleasure, to be honest.

It went on like this for weeks. Without discussion or acknowledgement of it. After all, we were teenage boys. We didn't talk about much. Then one morning the beach was particularly empty. Once we threw the board in my pickup truck, I just sat on the edge of the truck for a minute.

"Man, Have you ever surfed?" I asked David.

"Um... no. I don't think it's really for me..."

"What, are you scared?"

His face turned beet red and I knew he definitely was but he still was a teen boy and he knew he shouldn't admit that.

"It's okay," I said. "It can get pretty scary out there..."

He smiled. Maybe not used to someone being kind to him. If I had to bet money, I'd bet this kid was bullied.

"It also can be hard on the muscles," I said. "My shoulders really ache."

"Oh, yeah?"

I checked around the beach parking lot, which continued to be empty. It's not like the winter was harsh on Venice Beach, but it was winter nonetheless.

"Why don't you give me a shoulder rub?" I said.

Why not see what I could get that was useful out of this kid.

He was too scared to say anything but he stood up behind me on the truck and started to rub.

"Like this?" he asked.

"You gotta rub harder than that, boy."

Honestly, it was not long after that that he was sucking my cock regularly. That's how it usually worked for me with girls, so that was just the natural progression.

I didn't see myself as gay, but the kid was as hairless and cute as any girl. It was more about me seeing if I could exercise the power. See if I could get this kid to do whatever I wanted. And he did.

He was raised by a single mom who was always out of the house, a little bungalow right there in Venice. So, we started to drive there every morning. As soon as we got inside he knew to get on his knees.

I was starting to learn exactly what I liked from girls blowing me. But I respected girls too much to tell them what to do or get dominant with them. That wasn't the case with David.

"Look up at me while you suck," I would say.

"That's it, now lick my balls. Get them real wet."

"Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I'm going to slap it all over your face."

He eagerly did everything I said. Like he was born to do it. Soon, it was only natural that I would start to prefer him blowing me to even the hottest girl from school. And I even started pushing the boundaries on what I said to him.

"You like sucking that cock, don't you bitch?"

"You're gonna take all my cum like a really good little faggot, aren't you?"

"Swallow it, SLAVE!"

I think I was one of the few teenagers that never really masturbated. Either I was fucking some girl, or I was cumming down David's throat or all over his face. There was no cum left to spare.

One day I decided to make David strip down and put on one of his Mom's bras and blow me on her bed. Just because I wanted to see if I could make him do it.

Do you faggot readers think he did? Of course he did.

The evolution continued because I was too smart to keep this only about sex. I really did have muscle aches after surfing and it really was nice to have a faggot carry my board. I began to expect the massage every time. Pretty soon, I realized David was better at school than me so he was doing my homework and writing my book reports. He would sit and read the books on the beach while I surfed. It was a perfect system.

One day, I saw him at school with another boy who was clearly another little faggot.

"Bring your friend to the beach this weekend," I said.

"What friend?" He tried to play it coy.

"You know who I am talking about."

He nodded. Of course he knew.

Pretty soon they were both serving me. I had them both on their knees and took turn fucking each of their mouths. They clearly liked that too much, so soon I decided to force David to take it up the ass for me. He was terrified and didn't want to do it at first. But his friend Mikey held him down and encouraged him. He ended up loving it of course. Having a full body orgasm.

"Call me MASTER TOMMY" I said as I came deep inside him. He never called me anything else.

Soon Mikey was begging me to duck his ass too.

The thing about Mikey was that he was rich as fuck. He didn't live in Venice. He lived in Pacific Palisades. He didn't have an allowance. He had his mommy's credit card.

Pretty soon he was buying me a new skateboard, a BMX bike, and Air Jordan's.

Each new purchase made me feel even better than when I came on these faggots faces.

I never drank or did drugs throughout high school or college. I didn't need to. This was my high. The morning after I was homecoming king and fucked the Prom Queen, a faggot picked me up to take me to the outlet mall, blew me in the restroom and bought me $1000 worth of Abercrombie.

This all become normal for me.

I was always told how special I was. How handsome. How hot. How ripped. How enormous my cock was. How I deserved all of this. How I was the man. And how I was the MASTER.

I just got used to it.

So now I'm 38 and still in pretty much the same shape from surfing almost every day of my life.

I still have never masturbated in my life.

Masturbation is for losers like you.

I live in Los Angeles. Whenever I want to cum, I have literally hundreds of faggots on my phone who are willing to come by at my convenience, suck my cock and pay me for the privilege.

This is all not to mention my online slaves. I put up an OnlyFans out of boredom during the pandemic and I literally had to shut it down for tax purposes.

Just one video of me telling my OnlyFans what faggot cocksuckers they were would put me in another tax bracket. It wasn't even worth the time it took to set up the lighting.

I don't use the app Task Rabbit. I use my Task Faggots. I have a faggot to repaint my house. I have a faggot to deliver me Sugarfish Sushi. I have a faggot to use Magic Eraser to clean my sneakers. I have a faggot to wax my surf board.

Mikey is my age, and therefore a little older than the young twinks I enjoy. But I still allow him to pay my rent and my car payments. In return, he gets the honor of me pissing on his face once a month.

So my career has gone pretty well and I focus on that. But really, I don't have to work. I don't have to be writing this for Nifty except it's amusing to me. I was born a fucking God with a huge cock. But what really makes me special is that I know how to use faggots. That is my true gift.

And any faggot that has been lucky enough to be used by me has showered me with adoration... and anything else I want. You all know deep down your purpose in life is to serve a superior Alpha. You all need to Serve Master Tommy.