The next morning Davey woke up to a message from Master Rick - it was a video file with a message that said This will be a nice addition to my collection sweet boy. Davey’s stomach dropped as he clicked on the video and saw himself fingering his hole and jacking off onto his face. Once he got over the initial shock that Master Rick had indeed recorded their zoom call and could share it with anyone he wanted to, Davey realized he was rock hard watching himself, his face drenched in his own cum, saying he wanted to belong to Master Rick. Davey wasn’t sure what to do next… part of him wanted to ask Master Rick to delete the video, but another part of him wanted more. Before he could decide what to do another message popped up.
Are you ready for your next test boy?
Davey bit his bottom lip and replied Yes Master.
Go to the Drake Hotel at 9pm. I’ll give further instructions later.
Davey replied Yes Master and wondered if the butterflies in his stomach were from excitement or a warning that he was going down a very bad path.
The lunch shift at the restaurant was blessedly busy so Davey didn’t have too much time to worry about his recent life choices. Over his break he decided to run the general situation by his coworker Callum while the two were vaping in the alley behind the restaurant. Callum was in his early 20’s and one of the few guys under 30 Davey had fooled around with. At 5’10 and 150lbs, Callum was taller and more muscular than Davey. It also helped that Callum was covered in blond body hair and has a nice fat cock.
“Holy shit,” Callum said after hearing the story, “So you have no idea what this guy is going to ask you to do at the hotel? What if he’s a serial killer?”
“He’s not a serial killer… plus I’ve had like 100 guys over to my place in the last 6 months and none of them were serial killers.”
“Didn’t you say he was like 60? That’s old enough to be your fucking grandpa, yuck!”
“He’s 53… and you liked fucking me because you said I look like I’m 15, which is way creepier.”
“Fair point,” Callum said, “Can I see the video?”
“I’ll text it to you later, we need to get back to work.”
“Hot,” Callum said, grabbing his crotch.
After he got off work Davey went home and prepped, showered and made it to the hotel ten minutes early and sat in the lobby. Master Rick called at 9pm on the dot.
“Are you at the hotel sweet boy?” he asked in his gruff voice.
“Yes Master,” Davey answered, trying not to sound like his palms were sweating.
“Good boy. Go to room 315. The door will be open. There’s a blindfold on the nightstand, strip naked and lay on the bed with the blindfold on. If you remove the blindfold, you fail.” Davey heard a beep as Master Rick hung up. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and made his way toward the elevators.
By the time Davey got to room 315 his heart was pounding. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. It was empty as far as he could tell. There was a tripod and camera set up beside the bed. Davey quickly stripped out of his clothes, grabbed the blindfold off the nightstand, slipped it over his eyes and laid back on the bed. Under the darkness of the blindfold he could feel his heart hammering away in his chest. He began to wonder how long he would have to lay there before Master Rick showed up, when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening followed by footsteps approaching the bed. He felt a pair of hands run over his chest and stomach, then grab his cock.
“Master Rick?” Davey asked hesitantly.
“No,” a man’s voice said.
Davey’s head spun with fear as he felt the stranger crawl on top of him, kneeling on his shoulders and pinning him to the bed, letting his heavy cock thump onto Davey’s face. The stranger grabbed Davey’s wrists and pinned them above his hand with one large hand and slapped Davey’s face with his cock.
“Open,” the stranger said.
Davey opened his mouth and felt the cock slide in. Davey began to suck the mysterious man’s cock, savoring the earthy taste. He felt his own cock begin to grow hard as his fear was replaced with excitement at the thought of sucking a stranger's cock while he was being filmed. The man could be anyone. He could use Davey however he wanted and Davey would never know who the stranger was.
“Woof you’re a good little cocksucker,” the stranger groaned. Davey began to suck even harder, eager to earn more praise from the man. Davey felt the cock pull from his mouth and the weight of the stranger shifted as he turned around and sat on Davey’s face, the unmistakable scent and feel of the stranger’s asshole on his mouth. Davey gripped the stranger’s thighs and began to lick and probe the stranger’s hole without needing any direction.
“Good bitch,” the stranger moaned. Davey felt the stranger lean over and then settle back down, followed by the pop of a cap opening. Davey felt the man lean forward and then he felt thick fingers rub lube onto his hole. Davey hissed into the stranger's ass as he felt a finger plunge roughly into his hole.
“You’re a tight bitch… we’ll fix that,” The stranger growled, shoving a second thick finger into Davey’s hole. Davey moaned with pleasure at the rough treatment and tongued the stranger’s hole with everything he had. After a couple minutes of having his ass finger-banged, Davey felt the stranger move off of him and flip him onto his stomach. The stranger smacked Davey’s ass hard and commanded “Up!” Davey got up on his hands and knees, only to have the stranger yank a fistful of his blond hair and shove his head down onto the bed, leaving his ass up and exposed.
Davey felt the stranger line the tip of his cock up against his hole, while he held his head down, the teen tried to relax his breathing but then cried out when the stranger shoved his thick cock in. “Ow! Fuck!”
“You’re my bitch now!” the stranger said and then he howled, like a full-on wolf howling at the moon howl.
The pain of the cock pounding his ass begain to turn to pleasure. Davey imagained how he’d look on the recording and cried out “Make me your bitch! Breed my hole!” Davey fell in love with the strang cock that was hitting is fag button over and over, driving him crazy. “Fuck me please!”
“Shut up bitch!” the stranger said, gripping Davey’s hips and using his foot to push Davey’s face into the bed. The stranger smacked Davey’s ass hard as he fucked him, causing Davey to grit his teeth to keep from crying out from the mix of pain and pleasure.
Davey had never felt so degraded in his life, being used by a complete stranger, with a cock up his ass and a foot on his face, all the while being recorded for God knows who. He felt himself getting close to cumming, when the stranger suddenly pulled out and flipped Davey onto his back. He felt the man roughly grab Davey’s ankles and put Davey’s feet on his chest and then Davey felt the stranger’s cock thrust back into him.
The stranger howled again and said “I want to see your eyes when I breed you bitch!” Then Davey felt the blindfold being yanked off of him. Davey squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of failing Master Rick, but he heard the stranger say “It’s okay bitch, if I take the blindfold off it’s okay.” Davey slowly opened his eyes and saw a leanly muscular, smooth, sweaty pale 27 year-old in a black pup mask staring down at him while he fucked him. The young man’s brown eyes glared fiercely at Davey.
“Pup?” Davey panted.
“Woof!” Pup slapped Davey’s face hard, leaving a stinging red mark. “Say you’re my bitch!”
“I’m your bitch! Fuck me Pup, breed me and make me your bitch! Fuck I’m so close!”
Pup began to fuck Davey harder and faster, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall over and over. “Cum for me bitch!” Pup growled. Davey grabbed his leaking cock and gave it two strokes before he blasted rope after rope of cum onto his face, neck, chest and stomach. Pup felt the teen boy’s hole clamp around his cock and he shot his load into the 18 year-old twink, letting out another howl.
Pup leaned back, his hard, smooth, muscled body glistening with sweat. He pulled off the leather pup hood revealing a handsome face with strong, angular features and high cheek bones - his brown hair buzzed like he just came from bootcamp. “That was f-f-f-fucking hot” he said panting.
“Yeah,” Davey said, staring at Pup’s beautiful face, wondering why he would ever cover it up.
Pup collapsed onto the bed and pulled Davey into him, spooning him. He kissed Davey’s neck and stroked his sweaty hair. “You di-di-did great Da-da-Davey. You’re so be-be-beautiful.”
Davey smiled to himself at the stark contrast between rough Pup that just fucked him and the tender, beautiful young man holding him now. “So are you… Pup.”
Pup kissed his neck again and traced his fingers through the cum splattered all over Davey’s body. “You can call me Wa-Wyatt, when I’m not wearing the hood.”
Davey rolled over to look Wyatt in the face and smiled. “Wyatt’s a good name.”
Wyatt smiled and then tenderly brushed the red spot on Davey’s cheek from where he had slapped him. “Did Pup hurt you?”
“A little,” Davey said, “but I liked it. Are you going to tell Master Rick I passed the test?”
Wyatt smiled, blushing slightly. “If he asks my op-pi-pinion after watching the tape, I’ll tell him yes.”
Wyatt bit his lip then asked “Are you hu-hungry?”
Davey smiled, “I’m starving.”
To be continued…
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