I awoke, as I normally did, to a pair of small hands gently pushing at me, urging me to roll over. Given my wake-up ritual, one might ask why I prefer to sleep on my stomach, to which I reply that rolling over and seeing the toy that was selected for me is as much a portion of the ritual as any others.

Ritual is such an ornate word, though. It's more like the children sent every morning, naked and lubed, were my alarm clock.

Today's choice was a fine one. I would have to commend Jonas later, as he has been selecting prime specimens for a few days now. The toy was a black boy, young of course, likely no older than eleven or twelve. His skin was dark as charcoal. He still possessed a bit of the baby fat common to his age and had not yet fully given over to the lanky, bony stature that signaled puberty.

I rolled over for him and closed my eyes, letting him do the work he had been trained to do. He lifted the blanket off of me, letting my moderately-sized dick free into the air. His smooth hands - part of the training regimen all members of my Brood go through - wrapped themselves delicately around the shaft and I inhaled a little as I felt the warmth of his mouth encircling the head. He sucked on it dutifully, his tongue touching all of those places that every man's cock twitches at. This toy, like any of his others in my collection, could probably find those places in his sleep.

Sucking was the appetizer, one that I preferred to get through quickly as there were important things to do today. I snapped my fingers once and the boy wordlessly climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips and using those small and delicate little fingers to guide my cock into his hole. As per the requirement, Jonas made sure that he was amply stretched and lubed before sending him up to me. A man of my position did not have the time to waste with breaking in toys.

The boy placed his hands on my chest, over my nipples and began to ride. I lay back, letting him do the work that was required of him. Soundlessly, as was expected, he slid his little body up and down, his tightness caressing and squeezing my cock exquisitely.

Oh yes, I let out a breathy sigh, Jonas would definitely be receiving compliments for this one.

This continued for a several blissful minutes. The toy continued to do all the work, avoided eye contact and made no sound.

As always happens in those little slices of heaven, real life intrudes. The door to my bedroom opened and two of my employees stepped in to deliver my morning briefing. Neither Millicent, my assistant, nor Andrew, my deputy, looked askance at the activity on my bed. It had been something they had each seen every morning for years.

While Millicent pulled my day's schedule from the folder she carried and handed it over, Andrew watched as the toy on my lap continued his slow, luxurious impalement. Clearly, I smirked, Millicent would be delivering the briefing. Andrew was too distracted and would probably be spending an hour with one of the toys before getting to work.

Millicent began to go over my schedule - itemized meetings with various industry leaders and politicians. I was a very powerful man with much influence in the tech field. Nobody swiped an ID card or entered a password at any security terminal in the world without using at least a few of the patents my company held. The influence allowed me certain...perks, some of which I was happy to share with my loyal employees.

Millicent paid little attention to the boy on my lap. Her preference was for young members of the fairer sex and she preferred to use...extreme techniques on them. Attached to her office was a room with various implements of her pleasure which I knew she used regularly. Andrew generally delivers the briefings on the mornings where Jonas sends me a girl.

The boy shifted on my lap, moving into a position where he crouched over my cock on his haunches and leaned back and placed his hands behind him. He did this soundlessly, of course, but I could tell that he was beginning to tire. He would not let his pace slow, however. He was too well trained for that, even if his endurance needed work.

I discussed the various upcoming meetings with my subordinates for a few more minutes before, with the conclusion of the meeting, I dismissed them with a wave. The boy's energy was beginning to flag and I snapped my fingers again. Wordlessly, he leaned backwards as I leaned forward. He lay on his back and I bent his legs over my shoulders and began to plow him.

The look of tired relief on his face was evident, which made me thrust harder into him. This boy might have looked divine, but he was in serious need of more training. My toys were not to express any emotion as I used them. I could tell that he was growing uncomfortable with the speed and ferocity at which I fucked him, but I was already behind schedule. Any good toy would have managed to get me off by now.

I pistoned into him several more times, my cock twitching in his tightness as I emptied my morning's load into him. He lay there passively and accepted it, as was his duty. I pulled out of him with a *plop* and he immediately rolled onto all fours and began licking at the bedspread where some of my juices had leaked before taking my cock into his mouth and cleaning off the slurry of cum and lube. He sucked it clean, then withdrew a towel from its customary position under my bed and dried my cock off.

Without another word he stood and walked from my bedroom, holding the towel against his ass to keep my leavings from dripping onto my nice carpet. He walked awkwardly with the gait of someone fucked too hard.

Serves the toy right, I thought, as I began my day.