Chad opened his mouth to speak, but Brad took it as an invitation. He shoved his boner into the twink's open mouth.
"There, boy, I bet you like having a real man's dick in your mouth?" asked Brad.
Chad wanted to say no, but it was true. He nodded and mumbled "Yesh!" as his tongue slathered Brad's cock.
"Yeah, Dirk Hardwick had one of you trained slave boys at his party last week. How did Chad score a trained slave boy?" Brad asked.
"Glaugh, ulp, mmmpht!" said Chad.
"No, that wasn't a question for you to answer. You just focus on sucking cock and being a good slave boy. Hardwick let me have a glance at his ownership manual. I snapped- ooh, yeah, that's a good boy. Anyway, once I've fed you, you're going to be a good little slave boy and fix me breakfast, then you'll do Chad's chores and mine. I bet that lazy bones Chad left you here and went off with his buddies, so I wouldn't rat him out to mum and dad. Heh, heh, if you're as a good a fuck, as-as-as-oh, yah, give head, he's right."
Brad snickered. A few minutes later he popped the slave boy's cherry, though he didn't know it, as the machinery had already stretched Chad's hole. Over the next 3 hours, Chad toiled silently for Master Brad. He made him breakfast, washed dishes, mowed the backyard, cleaned the pool, dusted the house, vacuumed the house. Chad was slick with sweat, and Brad wanted a pedicure. After the pedicure, Brad ordered Chad to make breakfast.