You nuzzle your head against him as Evan tilts the bowl at his lips and guzzles down the last of his cereal milk. After a satisfied smack and a wipe from his sleeve, he shuffles back his chair and looks right back at you. A piercing confident gaze that at this very moment was thinking for you, deciding whatever your next purpose was gonna be. Shivers travel down your spine - you're his slave. And you don't care at all, you like it. Waiting eagerly for your masters commands. Your knees on the floor, wearing his spotty black shirt and worn-out jeans. It made you tingle all over, so much so that if you had a tail it'd be whacking the floor out of excitement. You remember wanting something else entirely, something more equal - a relationship. But this felt way better, whatever you had in mind it wasn't as perfect as this. It just felt so natural.
You were lost in thought, drool flowing past your chin. You fight to get your attention back, you shake your head and frantically flick around your leash. Not long after, you see that Evan is now towering over you, you'd like yo say the first thing you noticed was the cocky grin hiding behind his sandy blonde locks - but it was not. Instead your eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch. A hard-on had sprung up, a big glaring bulge on his already strained skinny jeans. It made you salivate even more, and your mind filled with fog once again.
"Before we go for a walk you'll have to take care of this first, slave" he says as he unzips his jeans and slides his tasty looking hard-on out of his undies. Your jaw drops. Master Evan is quite packing for someone his age. Everything feels all stuffy, like the room had steamed up while you weren't paying attention. Hot and sweaty, an intense need starts boiling up inside you. You need to serve him, you need to pleasure your master. Teasingly Evan pressed his member up against your cheek. "What are you waiting for pup? Serve me!"