Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties. 

“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage. 

X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy." 

"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.

X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.

X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”. 

Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean." 
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.

X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.

X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.