He was a good boy!
Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.
At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.
All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.
In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.
Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side.
“Thirteen minutes.” Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, “That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?”
It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.
He was a good boy!




