Master of the Jocks

Chapter 7

Cody's Last Stand

— Cody’s PoV —

Brandi and Chloe broke up with Chad and I last night; that is, if you can break up with someone you are not officially with. The girls said that I was so shallow and boring that we all fell asleep after my lullaby of a song. Ouch! I don’t know if I love Brandi, but there are certainly feelings involved there, and that “break up” hurt like hell. If only Chad and I had some beer to drown out our sorrows last night.

Weirdly enough, I had a really fucked up dream last night too. I’m in a nightclub working as a male stripper and Dexter is my client. I perform a private lap dance for him and serve him beer, all the while I’m wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a jockstrap that can hardly cover my eager dick. He’s in a full suit: powerful, serious, and exuding confidence. I refer to him as ‘boss’ since he’s my client. Then I sat on a big sofa, legs spread open, while my dick was straining hard against the small jockstrap. He inserted two fingers on my mouth, which I thirstily sucked on, while the other hand slowly stroked my manhood against the elastic cloth. I don’t know what that dream meant, but I guess we all have times where our brains just play a trick on us. And yeah, it was a very sticky, milky, messy, wet dream.

I badly needed to heal my bruised ego from the breakup that I wore an even sluttier outfit today: an abs-hugging wife beater top, some shades, a backwards baseball cap, and a jersey jacket – just something to wear in classes where the teacher makes a big fuss about covering up. I only want a bit of attention and solace from someone, anyone, even Dexter, especially Dexter. That’s what the shades are for – I’m watching him without trying to be noticed myself. Anytime he glances at me, I fake a yawn, stretch my hands up, and end up flexing my biceps. Sometimes, my pen drops, and I have to bend down and show him my sexy cowboy butt. Before today, I’m only 50% sure that he’s a faggot, but with the looks he’s giving me, that goes up to 100%. God, what is wrong with me!? I’m getting hard and excited that the homo dweeb is checking me out. I’ve always been a bit of a show-off, but that has always been exclusive to women. I guess it only makes sense to expand my market though. Fag cash is still cash. I need to be more comfortable with those perverts ogling over my body.

Dexter: “Mr. Johnson, may I go to the bathroom?”

Cody: “Me too, Mr. Johnson?”

Mr. Johnson: “Okay, both of you can go.”

And now, I’m stalking the dweeb. I took the urinal nearest to him as we both unloaded our streams. Luckily, there’s nobody around, but I still spoke in a hushed volume.

Cody: “So nerd, did you enjoy the show?”

Dexter: “What do you mean, Cody?”

Cody: “I can tell you are starin’ at me when I’m flexin’ my muscles. So, did you enjoy it?”

Dexter: …

Cody: “You can pretend all you like but I saw you checkin’ me out, fag. So, would you like me to give you a private strip show? I’ll even do it for free.”

I moved towards Dexter and slammed the wall above his urinal stall, my dick still open from peeing. I hoped to intimidate him, but his frame is dignified and immovable today. He’s not the usual sniveling coward who pisses his pants on the slightest threat, but to be fair, he is already pissing right now. He just continued peeing for a few seconds before turning around and looking back at me in the eye. His brown eyes are dominating mine in a battle of stares and wills, leaving me no choice but to look down, away from his ominous eyes.

Dexter: “Why are you doing this Cody?”

Cody: “Umm… Coughs Let’s just say my nights became a lot freer. I just want some input from a gay person about my body, okay? In case I become a model or a stripper.”

Dexter: “I don’t know. I don’t trust you Cody. If we do this, I need to bring Brad as protection.”

Bring Brad in a private strip show? I don’t really know how that changes things but I guess I have to agree to his terms.

Cody: “You can bring your bodyguard if you want. This isn’t a trap, Dexter. I genuinely just want your opinion on this, you know, for research purposes.”

Dexter: “Okay, but remember, it’s me doing you a favor here, not the other way around. I expect to be obeyed!”

He grabbed my flaccid 7-incher down there; his small hand can barely wrap around my cock, even when soft. I wish he saw how big I am when I’m hard. Damn! Why do I keep having these kinds of thoughts in my head? The fag just grabbed my dick and I’m getting hopeful and excited. I’m about to give him a strip dance and I’m honestly grateful for the ‘opportunity’ to show off my body. I can only stand there like a statue and submissively reply to his austere comment.

Cody: “Thank you, boss!”

Dexter: “And you little cowboy, I’ll see you soon. I want you to be hard and submissive for me, okay?”

He’s talking down to my man-meat as he slid out his hand and petted it. He had just finished washing his hands and left, as I found myself speechless and dumbfounded by this interaction. Thoughts are flooding my mind of which moves to add to my strip dance arsenal.

— Dexter’s PoV —

So this is the infamous riverside hangout place Chad told me about? It’s hardly a private place, but at the very least, it is off the beaten path. Apparently, there has only been 1 time when they were interrupted in this place. It would be quite a funny sight to see Cody scrambling to put his clothes back if anybody ever comes around here, especially during a heated strip dance routine. I can see Cody waving at us from afar, his tailgates are down and there’s a CD player sitting on top of it. Then he tapped the window on Brad’s side.

Cody: “Hey Brad, can you position your truck where your headlights can illuminate my truck bed? I’ll do the strip dance there.”

Brad complied. Cody opened the door on my side, doing it like a hotel concierge would. Cody’s wearing a slutty cowboy outfit: a closed-buttoned sleeveless brown leather vest, a cowboy hat, some cowboy boots, a red bandana wrapped around his neck, and a black leather band hugging his pumped up biceps. His obscenely fit denim pants flatters his ass perfectly, and with the apparent lack of underwear, his already-hard, humongous, beef sausage can be clearly outlined from his pants. I once again imagine his rosy, supple lips wrapped around my manhood. I’m getting bothered, and not a single strip dance move has been shown yet.

Cody: “So Dexter, do you mind if I call you ‘boss’ tonight? I think it’s only right since you’re my client and I’m here to entertain you.”

Dexter: “Boss is fine.”

His breath reeks of beer, probably trying to get a little help from ‘liquid courage’. I guess we are both nervous and excited about this. I try to steel my resolve too, to appear as stoic and underwhelmed as possible. I intend to demolish his ego and self-image about his attractiveness, and from its ruins, I will rebuild my cowboi slave as I envision him to be. He guided me towards the hood of Brad’s… I mean MY… truck and carried me to be able to sit on it. You’ve got nice, strong muscles there, boi. Those will be mine soon. I laid my back on my windshield, hoping this glass is strong enough to support me.

Cody: “So, boss, Brad, y’all ready to see a cowboy perform?”

Brad: Wolf whistles

Dexter: “Eh. I guess.”

Cody: “Okay, here goes nothin’!”

He pressed a button on his CD player. I expected something pedestrian and predictable, like ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ to come out. Instead, he has hit me where it hurts the most: ‘I Need You’ by one of my top 5 favorite country singers, Lee Ann Rimes! I guess we’re going by the sensual route here? Excellent choice, cowboi!

This is more challenging than I originally thought. The cowboy I’ve been crushing on for 2 years now is going to give me a private strip dance, under a romantic full moon, crickets chirping, river mildly raging, surrounded by a natural earthy smell, listening to one of my favorite singers, and I’m supposed to act unfazed!? Deep inside, I’m screaming like a 90’s boy band fangirl. Aaahhh! I took a deep breath, not letting a single smirk form.

As the instrumental intro of the song played, he confidently strode around his truck bed, popping up the buttons of his vest one-by-one, driving up the anticipation of an imaginary audience. “Da da da da” He smoothly swiped his lips with his thumb, with his hand nonchalantly in his pocket. And then giving a nod with his cowboy hat, while sending out a cute boy-next-door facial expression. Fuck! He’s so cute! As the first sentences came out, I was bombarded by his sensual motions. We’ve got quite a number of slow hip thrusts and grinds, body caressing, soft air punches, bicep flexes and kisses, winks and moans, and tongue biting signaling bad boy mischief. His moves are snappy and obviously rehearsed, amateurish but talented. I can see why he’s got a ladies’ man reputation. “I need you like water, like breath, like rain. I need you like mercy from heaven’s gate.” He sings as he gives slow suggestive thrusts on each phrase of that line.

Both his hands went on the top of his vest, removing it fully, his body giving agile, rhythmic waves as he strips. He took a hidden lotion from his hat and splurged a liberal amount on his torso, now dripping in white liquid. He put the lotion on his crotch, and in sync with the beat, gave an assertive hip thrust and a squeeze, squirting lotion towards my direction. The kinetic innuendo was not lost on me. He ran his hand over his upper body, sensually spreading headlight glitter on his curvy muscles. And now we see some new moves!? “I need you like water, like breath, like rain. I need you like mercy from heaven’s gate.” He dropped down on the floor, elbows supporting his body as he grinds his crotch on blue steel. He went into a reverse all-fours position, face up, fucking an imaginary someone on top him. And then he knelt, both hands in front of his crotch, as if he’s going anal over someone, grinding, thrusting, and spanking. This is what is missing from the acts of the Bauer bois: the authentic sexual suggestiveness of a strip dance!

He made a twirl from that kneeling position, ending up with him standing up, and then snap! Both closed fists diagonally on his sides, body straight, with his manhood bulging, patently yearning to be free. These dance moves genuinely take some skills, it will certainly come in handy making my site popular. The second song played, ‘Fight the Moonlight’, giving a more energetic beat. The song is just perfect against the lunar backdrop.

He took his cowboy hat and put it on his crotch, while the other hand was on his pants. His pants fell, with the cowboy hat hanging by his cock, swaying as he grinds, with both his hands behind his head. He took his pants and played with it like a lasso, his knees and feet wide apart pretending riding on a horse, the other hand holding forward on a pretend rope, and his hips still thrusting with the imaginary motion of the galloping stud. Fall you stupid cowboy hat! He turned around as he galloped, now showing his spank-worthy butt, winking as he looked back. I too acted: I gave a feigned yawn to his performance.

He took the bandana on his neck and hung it on his hung dick, moving the cowboy hat side to side, giving a peak to his banana-bandana. He put the cowboy hat back to his head. He unfolded his bandana into a perfect square with two hands, thrusting on it, poking on the thin cloth. I’m dying out of anticipation as I give out another yawn! I see a little panic on his part. Yes, cowboi! Squirm! I wanna see you sweat out your all, as you try to please and gain the validation of the gay nerd you thought would just fall heads over heels for you. He threw away his bandana as he exposed himself to me. His penis is as I thought: a gargantuan 10-incher! Even with his impressive teen boy frame, this horse dick just looks out of place. Cody must be a natural exhibitionist. I cannot even have Brad show his penis to me without putting a resistance, while Cody just did it with the first spiral video.

He scooped down some of that torso lotion down to his monster, and now it glistens proudly, reflecting the moonlight and headlight towards my captivated eyes. He flexed his muscles while he tried to swing his erect manhood: up and down, left and right, made plump by a thin rope wrapped around the base of his cock. And then he made it ‘helicopter’. Fuck! This is such a marvelous sight that I think I just let a subdued smirk escape there. He continued with a few more naked street dance moves, his erect cock swinging freely with his motions. He concluded his performance on one knee, manhood poking horizontally, panting and sweaty, with only his cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and the leather muscle band. This is seriously giving me images of what I would love in my honeymoon!

Cody: “So, how was it boss?”

Dexter: “It’s pretty boring and lacking in confidence, plus I think you believe you are more good looking than you really are.”

Cody: “What do you mean boss?”

Here it goes. I intend to go full nuclear on his ego. Given that he craves my validation and the emotional vulnerability he has from his recent break-up, this must absolutely demolish his own self-worth.

Dexter: “First of all, you are a centimeter short of 6 feet. No agency would prefer a man shorter than 6 feet. Your body lacks the muscle volume of Brad, and some of your features are not really ideal. Like, for example, your eyes look like emeralds, but Brad’s here are like sapphires. Sapphires are known to be more valuable than emeralds, not to mention, blue eyes are more ideal than green. Have you ever heard a song about green eyes?”

Cody: “No, boss.” Looking down dejectedly

Dexter: “Right? Plus you’re a redhead. You’re not dark and brooding like brunettes. Or an ideal of beauty, like a blonde. You’re a ginger man for chrissakes, like Carrot Top. And your dick, my goodness! It looks like it’s painful and dangerous. Can you please a woman with that?”

Cody: “Yes boss! All the girls I’ve been with say I’m good in bed.”

Dexter: “They must be lying! There’s no way this thing didn’t injure them in some way. It’s more like a war weapon than a sexual organ.”

Cody put both his hands on his manhood, trying to heal the burn on his roasted sausage. It’s cute how he fails to hide it from me. He remains hard and pulsating, even when deprived of the pride he once had for it.

Dexter: “And those moves you have? Absolutely boring! Are you a middle-aged man trying to “spice up your sex life” with your middle-aged wife? I expected a high-octane performance, yet you gave me a thematically incoherent cowboy meets boy band meets roadside stripper performance. I’m not impressed!”

Cody: “I’m really sorry, boss. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

Dexter: “Yes, you did, boi! But I think there’s something salvageable here, something to work with from this garbage.”

Cody: “You mean that boss?”

Oh me! Now he’s looking straight at me with those emerald puppy eyes, sparkling with the small hint of tears on his eyes, yearning for salvation. I’m really going to hell now, aren’t I?

Dexter: “Of course, don’t you trust me?”

Cody: “Of course I trust you boss! I’ll do anythin’ you want me to.”

Oh fuck! A naked sexy cowboy telling you “I’ll do anything’ you want me to” will always get your blood pumping from your brain to… well, somewhere else.

Dexter: Coughs “First of all, we need to rebuild your confidence. Luckily, I have some self-affirming hypnosis videos here that would patch you up and even make you more confident than you were before.”

Cody: “Okay, boss. But does this thing work?”

Dexter: “Sure it does! Chad used them to get those high test scores and be more focused on the field. I’m sure you’ve noticed?”

Cody: “That was you boss? Wow! You are more amazin’ than I thought. Of course, I’ll watch this video.”

Dexter: “Brad, stay here with Cody. You know what to do. I’ll borrow your truck and go to Rich’s house. I have some tutoring sessions that I need to attend. Call me if there’s any problem.”

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir!”

Oh yeah, I’m trying to hypnotize Rich tonight too. Such is the life of a serious businessman, you need to hustle to meet with the ‘meat suppliers’ left and right.

– Chad’s PoV –

Justin: “Isn’t binary code such an interesting concept? With information being represented by a stream of zeros and ones, I can send commands to you without ever needing to say a word or even put up a gesture. Better yet, I can send commands to you as long as an SMS can reach you. Two raised to six, that’s sixty-four! Well, sixty-three because….”

Blah, blah, blah… This fucking geek just goes on and on about his bullshit invention. He’s lucky I’m a captive audience and that I was to submit to his control because he’s Master’s Second-in-Command. I’m wearing nothing now but a black leather harness, a cock ring, and a dildo. The harness holds some hideous cell phone circuitry with six wired patches attached to my body: two on my nipples, two on my abs, one on my cock, and one on my chest, where a necklace usually sits.

Justin: “…isn’t that right, my guinea pig?”

Chad: “Fuck you, master Justin!” Slaps self

Justin: “Hahaha! Look at yourself, toy! You’re slapping yourself because a piece of impersonal computer code told you so. You know you can stop all of these, you only need to beg for mercy from me.”

The fucking psychopath even wanted me to refer to him as master. You fucking pretender! I’ve only got one Master and he’s leagues ahead of you. And yeah, this motherfucker wanted to bring back my old personality, but only towards him, just so he can relish the idea that he can break me. What’s the point when you know I can’t fight back, you coward? How about you release me from your control and let’s see who breaks who? My fists are just dying to fly in your smug face!

I’ve been trapped in this nightmare for about an hour now. The phone on my harness receives a text message every 15 seconds, sent by what the dork calls an RNG, and then the patches send a small current on my body. My order depends on the combination of the electric current: cock, right nipple, right abs equates to slapping myself. Oh fuck! Here’s another one: chest, both nipples, and cock; that corresponds to a jumping jack.

Chad: “Command: jumping jack! Fuck you, master Justin!” Jumping jacks

He went back to ignoring me and continuing building what seems to be a gay porn website. I can see damning photos of Brad and me in those pages. I’m getting tired and my muscles are in pain. The person who put me into this state would not even take pleasure in my suffering. He just focused on programming, until he received a text message.

Dexter: “Hey Chad! Dex sends his regards to you. He wanted me to take good care of his toy. And oh! He wanted you to do 1 count of correction for having a higher score than him on the last test.”

Chad: “But master Justin, Master Dexter told me to do my best on that test!”

Justin: “Oh!? So you want me to call him and tell him his judgement is wrong? Or maybe you want to call him yourself?”

Chad: “No, master Justin, please don’t! I’ll just do the push-ups. May I adopt the push-up position?”

Justin: “Sure, slave! And add two more counts: one for cursing me and another for arguing about his punishment.”

Chad: “Yes, master Justin. Permission to commence punishment, master?”

Justin: “Permission granted!”

Chad: “Sir, one, sir! Sir, two, sir! Sir, three, sir! Sir, four, sir! Sir, five, sir! Sir, I’m sorry for being a fuck-up, sir. I won’t do it again, sir! Shit!” Electrocution

– Dexter’s PoV –

It’s been two hours since I last left Brad with Cody. What happened to Rich? Well, it’s a mission success of course! He lapped up the first spiral video just as planned, but that’s a story for another time.

I went back home, where Brad and Cody awaited. My delicious cowboy had his hard dick rope-tied to a leather collar on his neck, sleeping on the passenger seat of my new truck. His hands, which have long dropped the ipod, are tied to the collar behind his neck, leaving his still-glistening naked body vulnerable and accessible to my playful little touches. He’s got clothespins running over his body: from his upper chest to his dick. The fact that the pain cannot even wake him up shows just how deep his hypnosis has been. And yes, I take pride in my program! He looks incredibly dumb with those sleepy twinkling eyes and drool running over his goofy smile, just as I want him to be. He’s reciting his final mantra:

Cody: “Dexter is my Master. I am a slave of Master Dexter. Master owns and controls me. Master owns and controls my body. Master owns and controls my mind. I will obey Master Dexter. I will submit to Master Dexter. His words are my truths. His commands are absolute. I am my Master’s property. I am my Master’s sex toy. I am hard and horny for my Master. I want to please my Master with my body. I want my Master to like my body. Only his opinion matters when it comes to my body. My cock exists to please my Master. My muscles exist to serve my Master. I’m Master’s dumb, simple-minded cowboy. I’m Master’s horny, slutty, cowboy. I’m Master’s sexy, flirty, cowboy. I’m Master’s submissive, obedient, cowboy.”

Dexter: “Well then, Command: Wake Up!”

— Cody’s PoV —

I woke up feeling pain all over my body: clamps biting, rope binding, and some odd soreness on my ass. I am slightly hunched and straightening my body pulls up my dick. I look down at the tiny hands feeling my body up and down. I knew, even before looking, to whom these hands belong. These hands belong to my Master Dexter, just like the very flesh he is fondling right now. His hands are soft and smooth, undamaged by any callous-inducing masculine pursuits, unlike mine. This feels so right, I am exactly where I’m meant to be. I belong under the literal thumb of my Master. Master attached a leash around my neck, and led me around someone’s home, like a cow being led to slaughter. We went by a couple of someone’s parents just casually having dinner, not surprised at all, as if seeing a bound naked boy is so common to them.

Someone’s Mom: “Oh wow, sweetie! You’ve got another slave ensnared today?”

Dexter: “Oh yeah mom. I’ve got another toy to add to my collection: a cowboy this time.”

Someone’s Dad: “Just make sure this hobby doesn’t affect your studies, alright buddy?”

Dexter: “Sure, dad! By the way, I’ll borrow Brad for a little while.”

Master’s Dad: “Sure, buddy.”

I can see Brad wearing some sort of naked butler attire, holding a pitcher of water. I guess he had been enslaved too; and come to think of it, Chad is most likely to be as well. Just how deep does the rabbit hole of Master’s control go? Chad was with me yesterday when I lost my memories. Master probably hypnotized me then, or even earlier, given how much of a genius mastermind he is. Is the strip dance even my idea to begin with? I’ve been enslaved, deceived, and manipulated; but I feel wanted, special, and chosen. Someone as amazing as Master has to go through this length just to own me.

As we enter Master’s backyard, I see a wooden structure carved in a way that resembles a long small horse, with four protruding legs hammered firmly into the soil, long enough to seat 3 people but carrying only 1 saddle. Master sat in the saddle, opening his zipper and exposing an average-looking dick, seemingly demanding of service. He’s the only one sitting on a saddle, making it obvious that our comfort doesn’t matter at all.

Dexter: “Cody, lubricate my dick with your mouth. Brad, lubricate his ass with your spit.”

Master pulled my leash, dragging my head even lower, with my entire upper body now parallel with the ground. I can feel Brad opening my butt with his two strong hands, spitting aggressively on my butthole. As Brad plays with my hole, I’m paralyzed gazing at Master’s dick. I wanna serve it, but it sounds so fucking gay.

Dexter: “What’s the matter, slaveboi? I ordered you to lubricate my dick, didn’t I?”

Cody: “I’m sorry Master. That just sounds so gay. I can’t do it Master.”

Dexter: “What’s up with you dumb, homophobic slavebois!? Y’all acting like a bunch of prissy and demure Primadonnas. You know you’ll eventually obey me anyway. Do you want to do it dry instead?”

Cody: “No, Master.”

Dexter: “Then get the fuck off your high horse and get into mine! You’re a cowboy not a princess, for chrissakes! Suck… my… fucking… DICK!”

Cody: “Yes, Master!” Shivers

I’ve never felt terror from another person like I do now. Even Brad was flinching from Master’s abusive shouts, and he’s not even the one directly receiving it. This is the nerdy kid that used to cower in our presence, and now we’re the ones cowering before him, including Brad who’s bigger and older than me. I immediately positioned myself on the log, my head on Master’s dick, and Brad’s on my ass. Master’s grabbing on my hair, using it to drag my head up and down, while I slobber and drool over Master’s dick. Meanwhile, I feel Brad spitting and licking my ass, sometimes inserting a finger or two to drive his spit deeper into my orifice.

Dexter: “Bois, that’s enough. Cody, fuck yourself on my stick. Brad, sit behind me and caress my body. You’ll be my support while Cody rides me. And Cody, make sure I don’t feel your weight too much. Clear, bois?”

Cody and Brad: “Yes, master!”

I positioned myself over Master’s dick, us facing each other, with my frontal body completely accessible to his touches. Taking it up is an odd yet familiar feeling, like taking a dump, but only in reverse and bigger. As I lowered myself, I felt used and owned with my ass enveloping his warm meat. I slowly rode him up and down, and at certain angles his dick hits parts of my ass that feels ticklish and pleasurable. My Master fucks me in the ass without exerting any effort, while I do all the work, as a slave should. Brad is sitting behind Master, sliding his hands under Master’s shirt and feeling him up. Then he swiftly removed his shirt, revealing a feeble but beautiful body. Brad took my leash and bit on it, making sure I didn’t fall back while I rode on Master. If Master’s hand wasn’t on Brad’s thigh, he used it to caress my body; I’m a bitch in heat melting from his masterful strokes.

Dexter: “Cody, Command: Ultimate Rite of Submission. And perceive my dick as if it was Brad’s dick.”

Oh, shit! I can feel Master’s dick expand inside my butt, even as I continue riding him up and down. This is magical on so many layers. An itch is accumulating on my ass, an itch that can only be scratched by Master’s dominating dick. Fuck yeah, that hits the spot! Every single inch of my skin became as sensitive as a sore wound; a single breeze passing by me feels like a willful touch, with the sensations on my nipple and cock only compounding in intensity. The pain I feel on the biting clothespins only heightened, but now I also feel an electric pleasure on it as well. Oh fuck! This feels so good!

Cody: “Ayeaaaaggghhhh!”

When Master removed my nipple pins, I felt a tremendous amount of pain rushing through them, along with the blood. Moans And now he’s toying with it with both his hands: pinching it, twisting it, pumping it, and pulling it. Fuck! Why does this pain feel so good? It’s making me very hard too, like a wire is directly connected from my nipples to my dick.

Dexter: “Here’s how it’s going down, my cowboi. You are already 99% enslaved to me, but you still have 1% of your will. If you can endure pumping on my cock for an hour, without cumming yourself, you can go back to your old life. You’ll forget everything that happened today, but you’ll never feel this way again. Nipple pinch But if you cum anytime before that, you will be completely mine. I will own you 100%: mind, body, and soul. You will become my personal property, my living, breathing cowboi toy. Just so you know, I have amazing plans for you, Cody boi; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Armpit tickles Hurt you, sure, but never harm you, and not with a pain you cannot bear. There will be a special place for you in my paradise. You will no longer feel abandoned or unloved, by any woman or man. You only have to submit and cum, my slaveboi.“

Oh, fuck! I don’t even know if I’ll last 10 minutes of this, let alone 1 hour. It feels like I’ve fallen into an elaborate trap set-up by my genius Master. I didn’t even stand a chance. I guess I’ll just submit. I have nothing much to live for without Master Dexter anyway. The girl I like left me, my big city dreams have been dashed, and I’ll probably end up working for Rich. Fuck that guy! I’m not sure what Master has planned for me but it’s certainly way better than that. I’ll just… wait… is Master giggling right now? Is he enjoying watching me suffer?

Dexter: “Go on, boi. Cum for me! Cum for your Master!” Giggles

Yes, he is giggling! He is enjoying watching me suffer! Well then Master, since I wasn’t able to give you the show you deserve, I’ll do it now. I’ll fight with the last one-percent remaining of my will and make you cum first, using my ass. It’s weird in a way: to truly please Master is to resist him, and to submit to him early is to deny him.

Cody: “Never, Master! I’ll never submit to you! I’ll never cum for you! I’ll never be fully yours!” Moans

He’s laughing at me, and moaning with me. My heart felt full just hearing that laugh. Fuck! The itch on my ass is getting greater and greater. I increased the pace and intensity of my self-fucking. Flap! Flap! Flap! Master removed the pins on my throbbing cock one-by-one. Oh, damn! The pain and pleasure flowing through my cock is unimaginable! I wanna cum right now, but I can’t. I have to get my Master cum first. Fuuuuuck! I say one thing, but my body does another, and the pre-cum flowing is proof of that.

Dexter: “How about now, cowboi? You wanna cum for me?”

Cody: “Nooooooooo… ahhh… Master! I’ll never be a fairy’s… ugggghhh… cowboi boytoy! My muscles…. fuuuuuck… will never… be your plaything! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

And now, Master’s stroking my hard cock with both hands. He’s not running out of things to make my body squirm. 30 seconds is probably the longest I can last. Get your shit together, Cody! Make Master cum before that. Fuck! I’m convulsing from all the sensations I’m feeling right now. Fuck!

Dexter: Munches on nipple

Cody: Slutty crying moans

Oh fuck! This is too much! I put all the energy I have on pumping Master. He’s moaning hard now. I can feel he’s ready to cum anytime soon. Fuck! Please just cum Master, so I can surrender too, and then I’ll be yours forever! Please!

Cody: “Uggghh… I’ll never be your slave, Master! Neveeeeeeeeeeer! Ugggh! Oh, yeeeees!”

And with that, I can feel Master cum inside me. Yes! Yes! I came with him, with my ass still pumping every little bit of cum from his dick! Fuck! I held on to my consciousness as all that action left me feeling like passing out. I released so much pent-up sexual frustration on my sweaty body and on Master, and he did the same with me. We panted for about a minute before he talked.

Dexter: “Oh, damn! That was good! I’m really proud of you, Cody. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being the next porn star in my repertoire. And Brad, good boi!”

Brad: ”Uggghhh! Thank you so much, Master!”

Brad shuddered just hearing those words from Master Dexter. I almost forgot he’s around us. I feel tears flow uncontrollably in my eyes when the magnitude of the situation hits me. My life now revolves around the tiny palms of the gay kid in front of me, and I’ve never been more sure of what I wanted. He hugged my head with both his hands as he petted my hair.

Dexter: “Shhhh… That’s okay, my boi. You’ve been found by Master now, okay? You’re right where you belong.”

Cody: “Thank you, Master!”

To be continued...