Master Tom's final task

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I’d been serving Master Tom for two months now. In that time, I’d learned a lot about myself. I loved being submissive. I loved giving in to his whims, obeying his every command, even to my own humiliation. It was everything to me. I was his.

Seconds after sending my post-practice nude, my phone buzzed again. Excited, I quickly opened it to read his message.

“So sexy, boy,” he wrote.

“Thank you, Sir,” I typed back. A bubble appeared, indicating he was typing. I waited on baited breath, eager for yet another evening of service to him. This one took longer than usual, and so my mind began racing with all the possibilities. What would he have me do tonight?

“You’ve been so good, my little slut. So eager, so obedient. Are you ready to truly give yourself to me?”

Truly give myself to him? What did he mean? Isn’t that exactly what I’ve been doing for the last two months? “What do you mean, Master?” I asked.

“You’re so dedicated. Always obeying without question. But if you really want to show you’re committed to me, I have one final test for you. One last task to prove yourself as my slave. Will you do it?”

“Anything,” I sent immediately. It didn’t matter what it was.

“Mmmm. I knew you showed potential, even on that first day. Good. Here’s what I want you to do…” He went on to detail the task for me. It was much harder than anything I’d done before. I’d be so exposed. Humiliated. Once I did this, there was no turning back. I would truly be his, just as he said.

“Now that you know what I want, I leave it up to you. I won’t blame you if you refuse. But if you refuse, that’ll be the end. You won’t hear from me anymore. If you accept, you’re mine forever. I’ll respect your decision either way.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” I sent the message and put my phone down, then began to pace naked in my room. I knew I had to do it. I was nervous. Afraid. Scared out of my mind. But I couldn’t consider the alternative.

The task was to be done at sunrise. Out in the open, on the baseball field. I set my alarm, horny as ever, then sent Tom one final message for the night. “I’ll do it.”

~

The next morning, I woke up extremely early. I didn’t bother showering or picking out an outfit; I simply threw on yesterday’s clothes, grabbed what I needed, and made my way out to the field.

I reached home plate, where I’d already performed several tasks for Tom. I dropped my bag to the ground, unzipped it, then pulled out my things. A dildo and some lube. I shook my head in disbelief, taking a deep breath as I pressed the suction cup base onto home plate. I lathered up the dildo with a generous amount of lube.

With the preparations in place, I moved the bag to the side so it wouldn’t be in the video. Then I propped my phone against the fence behind the plate, opened the camera, and hit record.

The sun was beginning to rise in the distance, lighting up the field. I stepped a few feet back, then faced the camera and began to strip. The last time I was out here, it was pitch-black out. But now, I was removing my clothes in early morning daylight.

“My name is Max,” I said aloud. I removed my shirt and tossed it out of frame. “I belong to a man named Master Tom.” I lifted my left leg and yanked off a shoe, then a sock, throwing both in the same direction as my shirt. I repeated the same with my right foot, my bare feet now touching the dirt.

I took another breath, then continued. “He has asked me to prove my dedication to him.” I bent down and pulled off my pants next. “To show myself to the world, proudly proclaiming myself as his slave.” I swiftly yanked down my underwear, revealing my hard dick.

The morning air was brisk, but the sun’s early rays warmed my skin. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. I just hoped no one would catch me in the act.

I squatted down, hovering above home plate, then gradually lowered myself onto the dildo. I was no stranger to having things in my ass, and so it easily pushed past my hole and slipped inside. I pushed down further, sliding down its length until I reached the base. I moaned softly, making eye contact with the camera.

Forming a tripod with my hand and both feet, I was able to keep one hand free. With it, I reached for my dick and firmly grasped it. The cool breeze blew over me, reminding me just how exposed I was. The dildo was deep inside me now as I began to stroke myself. At the same time, I lifted my hips and started to fuck myself on home plate. Grinding up and down on the dildo, feeling it run through my ass, opening me up.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. My hand was still slightly wet from the lube, and it made the stroking feel so much better.

“My body belongs to Master Tom, and this video is for him,” I said out loud. “It’s to let everyone know what I really am. I’m a pathetic whore, a deviant that deserves no privacy. Everyone should know the truth.” My heart raced as I repeated the words Tom had provided.

It felt so good to fuck myself with the dildo. Out in the open, where anyone could see, I was hornier than ever. I was fucking myself, jerking off, completely naked on the baseball field. I loved it.

I started going faster, both riding and stroking. Then faster still. I was moaning like the whore I was, not caring how loud I got. It didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered to myself. Then a little louder. “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.

My dick exploded, hot cum spraying across my chest. I continued riding, fucking the load out of me and imagining the dildo were actually Tom’s cock. I shuddered with pleasure, whimpering as the orgasm came to an end. When I was finished, I was covered in a sticky white mess.

I pulled myself off the dildo, feeling it slip out of my hole. I crawled over to my phone and stopped recording. This was the hardest part.

I was no longer horny anymore. I had just drained my balls, and now I was hit with the cold, hard reality. I held the video in my hands, but I was yet to finish the job. The final piece Tom had asked of me. He wanted me to post this online. Reddit. Twitter. Anywhere I could.

My hands were shaking. I stood up, completely naked, the sun beginning to climb in the sky. I needed to make a decision.

I opened up the apps, one at a time, and queued up my posts. “For Master Tom,” each one was captioned. My dick had gone soft between my legs. I was no longer driven by my distracted, horny mind. This choice was my own. And in that moment, I knew what I wanted. I quickly hit post, going through each app and sealing my fate. Then I messaged my master. “It’s done.”