A fantasy [trans male, gay]

i have a fantasy where im a man-servant to an older noble lord. he is divorced and has only one son, so in terms of taking care of his needs, hes lonely.

and one day i mess up my duties, which enrages him.

im ordered to come to him in his closely guarded office, where i will bow my head and take the verbal abuse he throws my way, quietly awaiting my punishment. usually, servants are punished by having their evening meals taken from them
but the lord is in a different mood...

he barks at me to kneel down in front of him, and as i obediently follow his command, i can hear him unbuckle his trousers and shift in his fauteuil. the silence speaks volumes. as i look up at milord, my cheeks begin to burn hot...

his cock is not very long, but it is quite thick. i wonder if my mouth will be able to take him all in.

i dont have a lot of time to wonder, because he grabs a handful of my hair and forces my face closer to his groin. i know protesting will only result in worse punishment; this, at least, is still mild.
hes already fully erect. the mere thought of getting his cock sucked alone mustve made him hard in an instant - this old fool barely gets touched, i bet.

hopefully this will be over quick, then. to avoid making him impatient, i get to work immediately, letting my tongue slide up and down his shaft, which rewards me with a groan of approval. i can feel my hair getting tugged on by his gloved fingers, and my pussy starts to become wet in response to the urging gesture. mmm... maybe this isn't that bad.
circling the tip of his throbbing cock teasingly with my tongue, i occasionally linger to lap at his entrance, which elicits an uncharacteristic whine from milord. even though he hasnt said a word, i know he is begging for me to properly suck him off.

so, when he starts rocking his hips and grinding his cock against my face, i take him into my mouth fully. he really is quite big, and ive never sucked a cock as thick as his', causing me to choke a little. this doesnt seem to deter him, in fact, it only makes him fuck my face quicker, his grip on my hair not weakening one bit, locking me into position. im assuming the feeling of me choking on his penis makes him hornier.

once i get used to the pacing enough to not choke everytime he thrusts into my mouth with the hormonal vigor of a young man, i slip a hand into my own trousers; my poor clit is starving for attention. working all the time makes pleasuring oneself difficult, so my body - much like milord's - has been craving some love. as i begin to rub myself, i cant help but let out a moan, which vibrates against my masters shaft in a way that makes him buck into me much faster than before. at this rate, he will be done before i can—

suddenly, he pulls out, without even having orgasmed. a thin string of saliva connects my mouth with the tip of his throbbing cock. he looks at me with a flushed face, and notices my hand desperately grinding against my pussy inside my trousers. he frowns momentarily, then tells me to get up and turn around. although this isnt what i was expecting, i cant exactly say no. and somewhere... i dont want to. i dont know whats going to happen, but at this point, i dont care what happens, as long as i can relieve myself whilst doing it.

i hear him move behind me, and then i can feel his hands tugging my trousers down my thighs. my heart skips a beat.
he leans close. i am going to sodomise you, he whispers loud enough only for me to hear. my pussy contracts. yes, please. but, he continues, you will call me "father".
oh, yes, father. yes, i will call you whatever you desire, father. so, please...

milord hums in approval, then bends me over his desk, positioning the tip of his cock right at the entrance of my vagina, dripping wet with lust and anticipation. i grip the edge of the table, so as to not lose my balance, which proves to be my saving grace when i nearly buckle under the pressure of his cock pushing inside me. im so soaked and horny, theres not even a little bit of resistance...

he asks me if that feels good. i can only moan in reply: yes, father...

im rewarded with words of praise that he groans under his breath, and then the feeling of him slowly thrusting into my hungry cunt. a warmth spreads across my body and makes my eyes roll back. god, i needed this.
but hes being considerate, going slower than he was when he was fucking my mouth, but i wonder if he can last that long now that hes properly getting to screw someone, even when its another man. oh, well, it doesnt matter. in time, i can only focus on his voice, on his hands groping at my body, his penis inside my pussy...

with every "father" i moan, he thrusts quicker and deeper, until i'm practically glued to his desk, my one leg lifted up by his strong arm in order to give him better access to me. he's strong, he's ruthless, and i want him to keep ravaging me the way he is now. ive never had someone fuck me this rough, in a way thats almost humiliating, and im extremely into it. having to call him "father" intensifies the feeling of shame, which in turn only makes me want it more.

father, i whimper. im cumming.

he lets out a satisfied grunt.

the feeling of orgasm overwhelms me. he keeps pounding throughout my very loud orgasm. im assuming the feeling of my pussy clamping down on him is what drives him over the edge; before he is able to pull out, he lets out a scream of his own, and his warm seed fills me up. hes lucky i cannot get pregnant.

the aftermath is awkward. he hastily pulls out and wipes the tip of his penis with a handkerchief, before pulling up and readjusting his trousers. once im able to catch my breath, i do the same.
i dont dare look at him when he tells me ive worked off my mistake, and to continue my duties as usual.

secretly, i hope hell punish me again...