Master Tom Part 1
Democracy in Data
March 8, 2023
Master Tom Part 2
March 8, 2023SERVE MASTER TOMMY
Sex Fantasy
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.
Be good little faggots and donate to Nifty as well. This is my first story on Nifty. 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.
3. “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.
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Because I was a surfer and skater, I wasn’t on any teams. But there werealways 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
4.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 couldmake 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.
Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2022 13:25:11 -0700
From: Master Tommy <mastertommyca@gmail.com>
Subject: Serve Master Tommy: Part 2
Hey all. Master Tommy here. It’s been a few months since I posted the first story. I appreciate all the messages of adoration at MasterTommyCA@gmail.com. My life as only improved since I posted. More slaves added to my little harem.
A lot of you are old faggots. Sixties. Seventies. Even eighties. Nobody – Especially not a huge-cocked Master in the prime of my life – needs to physically fuck you old faggots. No “, thank you.
But I do appreciate your devotion. You have found ways to make yourselves useful. To give purpose to your lives. Many have spent hours upon hours searching the apps and gay sites for faggots who are more suitable for me. You know what I like. 18 to 24. Blond. Smooth. Cute. Slim. Yes. THAT is the kind of faggot who is worth my actual cock.
And you? My old faggots? Well, you take pleasure in other things. Like calling in a Beverly Hills hotel and getting me a room. So I can work by the pool by day and fuck by night.
That is my right as an Alpha. That is my role. To spread my seed. To breed. To spray my cum on cute faces. Down the throats of twink faggots.
And also in the tight pussies of bitches. But I’ll save those stories for another site. I know who my readers on Nifty are. Pathetic. Horny. Desperate little faggots.
It’s distasteful to you faggots to hear about me spreading my seed inside a busty blonde or a 19-year-old porcelain-skinned redhead girl with cute freckles. You don’t want to hear about my almost daily conquests of the opposite sex.
You probably don’t even want to hear about me fucking the ripe little asses of 18-year-old boys. Why?
Because you are probably past your prime. You’re likely not very attractive. You probably couldn’t even touch the cock of a God like me without paying for it.
But, I do have a feeling you want to hear about one of my recent situations. It involved a guy name Mike. He wasn’t particularly young. The was 38. And while he was in good shape and relatively good looking, he was not someone I would normally consider meeting in person, let alone touch, let alone allow to touch me in any sexual way.
But Mike was a special kind of sub. He followed my instructions and messaged me with the subject line SLAVE FOR MASTER TOMMY. He was not a brat. He was not a whiner. He knew his role. He knew how to speak to me with the utmost respect. He intuitively understood how to make himself useful
He spent hours and hours on Recon and Grindr and Fetlife recruiting new subs for me. He offered to get me a Diamond subscription to Seeking.com,
formerly Seeking Arrangements, where there are hundreds if not thousands of sexy young women who are looking for successful Sugar Daddies like myself. He even set me up with OnlyFans subscriptions for the twinks and models that I was interested in checking out. He did all of this without me asking and without ever complaining. And he never asked for a single in return.
Every sentence of every email he ever sent me began and ended with the word “Sir.” What a good boy. One weekend, I met a drop dead gorgeous redhead on Seeking. (Redhead women are a real interest for me. They are so rare. 2% of the world population. And a beautiful one is even more rare than that. A true unicorn. Something worth my time.)
This little faggot Mike offered to get me a room in the Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills so I could spend the day at the rooftop pool with her and fuck her as many times as my cock desired. I appreciated this – of course. His idea. Not mine.
But because of the hotel’s policy, it was tricky to get me my own key. It turned out that the room would have to be under faggot slave Mike’s name and he would have to physically hand me the key.
Faggot Mike set it up so that all I had to do was come to the rooftop bar and he would buy me a drink and give me my key. Normally I wouldn’t even meet these kinds of slaves, but something about him put me at ease.
I got there first. The bartender asked me if my name was Tommy and when I said yes, he poured me a very expensive Japanese whiskey and said not to worry – It was on Michael. I was about half way done with my drink when the faggot showed up. He was much better looking than I’d imagined. I guess I was worried that he would look like an incell troll who lived in his grandmother’s basement. But that wasn’t his vibe at all. He was clearly wealthy. Very well dressed. He had on a t-shirt, an Armani jacket, and a Rolex.
He was in good shape. Clean shaven. Perfectly decent looking. Nice blue eyes. He didn’t seem like a depraved, needy, cockwhore at all. That was good. He shook my hand.
“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” he said. “Sir, I trust your experience at the Waldorf is pleasant so far, Sir.”
“Yes. I’m enjoying this whiskey. And the view,” I said. I was one of the best rooftop views I have seen in Los Angeles.
“Sir, well I would never ask you to waste your time by having a drink with me,” he said handing me the keycard to the suite. “I know you have your full day planned with the young lady, Sir.” He started to back away.
“Nonsense,” I said, feeling a bit generous. “She won’t be here for an hour. Go ahead and sit down.”
He looked at me in shock. “Sir; at the bar Sir?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Sir, I couldn’t do that, Sir.”
Despite his wealth, decent attire and looks, I sensed he was right. He didn’t belong on a bar stool next to Master Tommy. “Why don’t you show me the room?” I said.
“Sir, yes Sir.”
We got in the elevator and went down a single floor. Apparently my suite would have a similar view as the rooftop. I allowed him to key me into the room. Inside, there was a table set up with two bottles of the champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.
“Sir, I took the liberty to provide you with some complimentary champagne and chocolate.”
I have to say, faggot Mike was good. The room was beautiful. He was anticipating my needs nicely. He did it all with humility. With zero expectation.
“Faggot,” I said. “This is all appreciated but you have a lot to learn.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
“Whenever you are in a private room with me you are not to remain
clothed or standing.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
“So take your fucking clothes off and get on your knees.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
The lowly bitch peeled off his clothes like a maniac, almost tripping and falling over himself with his pants around his ankles.
“Calm down and do it right!”
He tossed his clothes in the corner of the suite. “Seriously, faggot? You were doing so well. You’re just going to throw nyour clothes like a slob?”
“Sir, I am sorry, Sir.” He groveled and went over to fold his clothes.
“You better be, bitch.”
I didn’t really bother to examine the faggot. It wasn’t like I was going to fuck him. Especially not with a gorgeous model redhead coming over in less than an hour. But I liked that he was naked and groveling and busy folding clothes. Once they were folded I didn’t need to tell him to get on his knees. He complied immediately.
“Crawl here, faggot.”
“Sir, yes Sir.”
He slowly crawled to me until his face was at crotch level. I was wearing jeans. I wasn’t hard. I wasn’t really turned on by this fucking pathetic pig. But I did have a couple of Japanese whiskeys in me at that moment.
“Now, boy. Usually, I might need to be serviced right now. But I have
the hottest fucking redhead model in Los Angeles on her way here. And she deserves my cum WAY more than you do.”
“Sir, yes Sir.” He looked down at the floor, ashamed.
“But I do need to piss. And you’re going to drain my cock.”
He blushed. I could tell he had never done this in his entire life. He
definitely had fantasized about it, like many of you worthless faggots
do. But now he was actually going to open his mouth and I was going to piss into it. The reality of the situation dawned on him and he looked terrified. He was shaking with fear.
I patted the top of his head. “Come on, faggot. You’ve been a very good boy so far. But you didn’t think you were actually going to be rewarded with being allowed to suck and worship my cock and swallow my cum… did you?
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“No, Sir. Well, I didn’t know what to expect, Sir.” I grabbed his head and pulled his face to look up at me in the eyes. He was nervous and avoided eye contact. So I spit on his face.
“Look at me in the eye, faggot.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“I want you to repeat after me.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“I am Master Tommy’s faggot slave.”
“And I am an average at best, middle aged, nothingburger.”
“And I am lucky and grateful and excited to drink Master Tommy’s
piss.”
This one took extra strength for him to say. It wasn’t easy for him. I could tell. There was realhesitation.”Come on, faggot,” I whispered. “Own who you are.”
“And I am lucky…. and grateful….. and excited… to drink Master Tommy’s piss.”
“Thattaboy!” I said. “Now open that toilet mouth of yours.”
I quickly unzipped my jeans and whipped out my giant cock.
“Say ahhhhh!!!!”.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh”.
At that point I couldn’t help but laugh and I unloaded a stream directly into his open mouth. His eyes bulged. He could t believe the sight of my huge shaft, which he had been dreaming about for monthS, my bulging mushroom cockhead, and then the perfect stream of steaming hot piss exploding out of it and streaming in an arc directly into his mouth.
“Don’t spill any!!” I screamed. Angry that some of it was dribbling out onto his chin. I smacked him right in the jaw.
He was really in shock at this point. Just gulping down the hot liquid. In a deep sub space. Never before in his life used and abused that way. Of course, I noticed his little faggot cocklet was rock hard. I continued to laugh. Held off my piss for a second.
“Okay, faggot. I feel bad for you at this point. You may wrap your lips
around my cockhead.”
“Sir, thank you Sir!”
And his faggot lips immediately lunged for my big beautiful bulge. Instead I just slapped his face harder. Droplets of my piss flew off his jaw and splattered on the floor.
“Beg me, faggot!”
“SIR, may I please wrap my faggot lips around your bit beautiful cock so I can make sure not to spill a drop of your golden piss, Sir?” I laughed at that. What poetry. Haha. “Go ahead, boy. You may.” He greedily locked his lips around my girth and I opened up the flood gates again. Unloading all that Japanese whiskey piss down his faggot throat.
“Look at me when I piss in your mouth!” I said.
He looked up at me with those blue eyes and I could tell he had changed over. From fear. Terror. Disgust even…. To pure joy. And pure gratefulness.
“Gurgle that down, bitch. Drink every last drop.”
And he greedily did.
Now, I have to admit this whole display of his. His insane behavior. Paying thousands of dollars to a perfect stranger so I could enjoy some ginger pussy in a fancy hotel. Stripping down in front of me and gulping down my piss. All of it. I admit, it was starting to turn me on a bit. So as I finished the last drops my giant swinging shaft started to get hard in his mouth. I grabbed him by hair so he couldn’t move. And as I got hard deep in the back of the throat he started to choke.
“Hahaha faggot. Choke on that cock.”
He looked at me like the happiest man alive. That only made me laugh more.
“Do you really think that I am going to waste my precious cum on you? Do you know how hot the girl who is coming over is?”
“Mmm hmmmm.” Was all he could say.
And I started to fuck his face.
Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2022 12:50:21 -0800
From: Master Tommy <mastertommyca@gmail.com>
Subject: SERVE MASTER TOMMY – CHAPTER 3 (Nifty Authoritarian)
I have received a lot of mail at MasterTommyCA@gmail.com. You faggots seem so desperate for more of my story. You know, it’s hard to find any time at all to write it down and share it for free when I am fucking living it. A lot of you Nifty readers do not understand what living a true Alpha life entails. You’re too busy reading these stories andouching yourselves. Pathetic slaves. Are you at least contributing to Nifty? Do it, faggots. Know your role.
What can I share with you for chapter three? Well, part of my role as an Alpha that I did not necessarily anticipate is that I have been the gateway drug for many “straight” men. I say that with quotation marks because: come on.
You might be one of these guys. Deep down you are a cocksucking, cock-worshipping faggot bitch. But you are married. You live with your girlfriend. Your high school and college friends and work colleagues all think you’re a boring whatever vanilla straight guy. But you need me.
You need someone like me to put you in your place. To call you faggot, pussyboy, bitch, cocksucker and slave. To get you on your knees. To train you how to handle a big cock in your face and down your throat. So that you can give yourself permission to be what you were born to be.
That’s right. Say it with me: a faggot.
“I am a faggot, SIR.”
“I am YOUR faggot, SIR.”
Every time you message me, whether it’s an email. Or a text if you arededicated enough to earn my number. You will use the word SIR in every= single sentence without fail or you will not ever get a response again. Don’t fuck it up, faggot.
And if you ever do earn the right to see me in person and be in a private room with me, you know the rules. Stripped naked. Down on your knees. And every single sentence is SIR. I will give you the level of patience and pure domination and degradation that you NEED to become the faggot cocksucker you are.
This just happened to me the other day. I got some very well written emails that followed my protocols strictly from yet another boring married “straight guy” here in Los Angeles. Eventually he earned the right to get my cell phone number and text me. It cost him, but he did not hesitate and I finally gave in.
Next, he was begging me to just meet him. He apologized because he was quite pussy whipped by his domineering cunt of a wife. He only had precious time when he was out walking his dog, where he could sneak away long enough to meet me.
The good thing was he was in Beverly Hills. Not too far from me. He had also proven to be a very dedicated little sub. Every single sentence was punctuated with a “Sir”. He talked the talk. Very deferential. Very generous. My CashApp constantly chiming with new contributions. Consistent. A good boy.
So I drove over to the street he was on. He left his dog in his car and I texted him I was in the black Tesla X with the tinted windows. If he wanted to see his Master he had thirty seconds to get in or I would drive off and he would miss his opportunity forever.
I could tell he was nervous but I saw him open his car door and practically jog over to my Tesla. I popped the passenger door for him and he sat inside. He was so nervous he could barely look at me. He just kept his eyes down on the dashboard. This made me laugh a bit.
“So you’re married to a woman?” I said with amusement.
“Um… yes Sir…. I am, Sir.”
“And someone like you actually satisfies a woman?”
“Um… Sir… well, I used to for sure. Maybe not in awhile but…”
“Shut up, faggot. I don’t need to hear about your cunt wife.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me why you’re here.”
“Why I am here, Sir?”
“Because…”
“You are….”
“I am…”
“SAY IT.”
“A faggot, Sir.”
At that moment I wrapped my head around his neck and pulled his head down into my lap. He instinctually moved to get into his knees where the ample legroom was in the passenger seat area of the Tesla. I pressed his face and nose into my sweatpants.
“Smell that, faggot.”
“Yes, Sir.” He made shifting noises like a little animal.
“That’s right, bitch. That’s what you need.”
“YES, SIR.”
“You’ve been wasting your whole life. Finally at this moment you find yourself where you belong. On your knees in front of a superior manwith a bigger cock.”
“YES, SIR.”
I pulled down my sweatpants and took a handful of my hairy balls and wiped them all over his face. He instinctually sniffed. “Open that bitch mouth and stick out your tongue, faggot.” He did as I commanded instantly. I could tell he was already dropping into a sub zone. I wiped my hairy balls all over his tongue.
“Ahhh, that’s it, faggot. Get my balls all wet with that spit. Get in between all my hairs you pussyboy fuck.”
It felt good. Warm and wet like a good faggot is supposed to be. I loved converting these “straight” guys. It made me hard really fast. I slapped my hard cock all over his face and poked him in the eye with my cock head. I slapped him across the face.
“Open that pussy mouth, bitch.”
I slapped my cock head on his lips.
“Tongue out, faggot.”
He did as I said.
“Mmmm that’s a boy. Now look up at me in the eyes. Look in the eyes of your Master. And wrap those DSLs. Those Dick Sucking Lips around the head of my whale. Good boy.”
I stared at him in his eyes.
“No fucking teeth, now, faggot. Or I will toss you right out of this car and onto the sidewalk. And you will never see me or my cock again.”
All he could do was nod carefully and keep my huge bulging cock head throbbing in his lips. I grabbed at his ass and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket.
“Now, my cock does not leave that mouth. Keep it in.”
He nodded. I was still able to use the facial recognition to open his phone. And I quickly found the CashApp.
“Now you have never been with a man. You have craved this your entire life but you have never had the fucking balls to do it. Thanks to me, here you are. A big beautiful cock in your DSLs. I think you should thank me for that. Today you are going to pay to swallow my cum.”
His eyes bulged. I knew he was nervous. He wanted cum but he was terrified of it at the same time. One of my hands swam around to the back of his ass and I plunged my finger into his hole hard. He squealed. I laughed. “That’s what I thought, bitch. That tight little pussyboy hole is going to be mine. But one step at a time.”
I typed in $1000 and set it up to press send and pay myself on CashApp. I grabbed the back of his head and forced my cock down his throat until he choked.
“Aaahh. That’s it bitch. Take it all the way down. Feel my balls slapping that chin!”
I thrust a couple more times. Fucking his mouth. His eyes watered and soon spilled tears all over my crotch. His tears literally flowed out of his eyes and made my pubes all wet. That made me throb much harder. Which made him choke and cry more. A perfect cycle.
“Take that fucking cock, bitch! Uhhhhh!!!”
I started fully skull fucking him. His mouth naturally transformed into a pussy in the way that true faggot’s mouths do when they let go properly and are used correctly.
“Now you’re gonna pay me for my cum,” I said. “The moment I blow this load in the back of your throat you are going to swallow cum for the first time in your life bitch. And then you are going to hit send and pay me a thousand dollars. You fucking faggot!”
I grabbed the back of his head and thrust upward so deep he was choking and crying. That made me EXPLODE with cum in the back of his throat.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Take my seed boy!!! Mmm. Yeah.”
His eyes bulged. I slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare spit that out. Swallow it, bitch. And look me in the eyes while you do it.”
I tapped his chin as if to say: “Keep that mouth closed with my gift inside and swallow.” He looked at me right in the eyes and GULPED it down.
“Now thank me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Not with your words, you faggot. Thank me with your money.” I handed him the phone and he seemed to be hesitating for a minute. So I spit on his face.
“What are you doing?”
He showed me he was actually changing the amount to $2,000. I just laughed.
“Hit send, you fucking faggot. I don’t have all day.”
He sent it. My phone chimed. He just paid two thousand dollars for my cum.
“That was a good deal for you,” I said. He smiled. My spit still all over his face. He was rock hard in his jeans from this experience. He moved to go touch himself. But I just slapped him across the face.
“Uh uh! You’re not doing that in my car bitch. Get out. Just roll onto the ground and you can jerk off on the sidewalk thinking of my cock.”
And that’s where I left him. He was on the ground on a Beverly Hills sidewalk. My spit all over his face. My cum in his stomach and he was left jerking himself off like a pathetic chump on the street. What an amazing service I provide. Turning that “straight” guy who read my Nifty stories into my fucking bitch. You’re welcome, America. You’re welcome, world. I am a very generous guy.
Message me, faggots. Maybe you’ll be next.
Master Tommy.
Christmas 2022.
Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2023 16:59:36 -0800
From: Master Tommy <mastertommyca@gmail.com>
Subject: SERVE MASTER TOMMY – CHAPTER 4 (Nifty Authoritarian)
Well, I can’t tell you how many messages I have received at MasterTommyCA@gmail.com from faggot imbeciles so drunk and high on horniness from my stories that the blood has drained from their brains I guess down into their worthless cocklets. These faggots don’t even bother to show me the respect of reading these stories carefully and understanding the protocols of how to address me properly. Need I remind you?
Sigh.
This is the last time I’m going to say this. The subject line – absolutely MUST – read as follows:
SLAVE FOR MASTER TOMMY
That is protocol one. Apparently to complicated for some of you pea brained little cocksuckers.
Protocol #2: You must address me as “Sir” in every single sentence you write to me without fail. This is how I separate the wheat from the chaff.
Don’t be the chaff.
On a positive note, I have been contacted recently by many intelligent subs who are highly accomplished in life and have proven they are at least capable of these basics. Another basic: are you contributing to Nifty? You need to do that, faggots. Support this invaluable service. The place where you can read my words and touch your little tiny pathetic cocklets.
What shall I do for Installment 4?
Well, I’m going to give all you old cocksuckers a treat. In the real world you’re unlikely to ever be fortunate enough to have my glorious cock in your mouth. Typically, you are not my type. I am not gifting my amazing cock to some old, unattractive, wrinkly, grey, desperately horny queen.
If you have read my Words so far, you know that I tend to prefer a beautiful, young, pale-skinned, woman who is model-level attractive in my home city of Los Angeles where beauty standards are extraordinarily high. OR, I like to fuck the mouth of a cute, young, sweet, hairless, boyish twink. Especially 18 or 19 years old. Blond. Adorable. Maybe big blu eyes looking up at me while those ripe, red DSLs (that’s dick sucking lips, to you faggot) absolutely worship my perfect cock.
Hey, this is what I’m into. I am proud of it. I feel no shame.
Society may want to shame Leonardo DiCaprio for only dating models under the age of 26. I celebrate him. Of course that’s what he wants. And he should have it. Anybody who questions that questions the reality of the universe and of science. They are in denial or are absolute morons. Or both.
But if you have read my words carefully you realize that I am no monster. I have been worn down by the pure relentless subjugation of the occasional older, less attractive faggot. The pure submission. The dedication. The worship. It turns me on sometimes. I will relent and allow a faggot like this to drink at my cock. I will probably get turned on by calling him the names he is: faggot, cocksucker, pussyboy, slave, whore, etc. and I will probably enjoy fucking his throat and pissing all over his face because it amuses me. And he needs it.
So for all you desperately horny little slaves, I am going to run down what a cocksucking session is like with me, your God. If you ever are fortunate enough to earn this. Here are some protocols and bullet points for you, faggots.
1. When in the room with me, you are naked and on your knees at all times. This is not because I want to see your naked body. I don’t, really. Idiots who have sent me pictures of their disgusting naked assholes get blocked. But what it does do is establish the proper mdynamic. You will subjugate yourself to me. You will show me who has the power and who is the fucking faggot bitch.
2. As when you write me or if you are lucky enough to speak with me on the phone. (There are a few of you fortunate souls out there reading I know.) You will use SIR with every sentence you speak. That includes when you have entered a room to service my perfect cock.
3. You will learn to worship my balls first. That is something I have always enjoyed since I was a young man. There have been a few delicate gorgeous women in my life who have perfected this art form. There have also been a few faggots who have as well. I HATE to have my balls sucked too hard or bitten or treated in any other way than as the luscious, perfect fruits of my seed. Worship includes delicate and careful licking. Getting them very wet with your faggot cocksucker spit. Light teasing. Pure worship.
4. You must make eye contact with your Master whenever your slave mouth is fortunate enough to be on my cock or balls. I don’t want to see your eyes move anywhere else. They stay on me. They stay on your God. If I see you look down or look away you will likely be spat on in the eyes, slapped across the face, or I may deprive you of my cock and use it to beat your face and spread my precum all over it. I may decide to just piss all over your face if you forget for one instant how to look at your Master.
5. I really prefer multiple worshippers at once. A harem. I have great memories of this as a young man with multiple occasions of being worshipped by two beautiful women at once. One time they were both androgynous girls with buzzed hair on the side. I delighted at running my hands through these buzz cuts and and pressing their heads together as
they stared up at their Master. Other times, it was two or three girls with pigtails worshipping my Alpha Cock. I loved grabbing those pigtails as each got a turn getting face fucked until there were tears in their eyes. Multiple Twink faggots got the same. I want to experience this again. Recruit and ake it happen for me, faggots.
6. Every drop of my cum and piss should be gulped down and swallowed with glee by useless cocksucking faggots. This should go without saying. While it’s true that I enjoy spraying my seed all over your face you should beg me to swallow it. That’s what you need isn’t it? Good boy.
7. I want to be thanked profusely using your SIR in every sentence and given tribute if you are ever lucky enough to swallow my cum or swallow my piss. Let’s stop there for now. These are the seven points of cocksucking Master Tommy’s cock for now. You’re welcome. I am sure you are imagining yourself on your knees right now and wishing you could be one of my cocksuckers. How could you now be? We both know who you are. We both know the role you were born mto play. Let’s see if you’re smart enough and dedicated enough to make it happen, faggot.
G.I.T.C
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