The Unbound Stud Wouldn't Stop Calling Me Master

"Well, if anything, having nobody's hair evened out the skin tone of my pits." For sure. Smooth as a baby's butt, running my fingers over them felt odd but not unwelcoming.

Taking off my clothes, I decided to take a shower.

*ding*

'Hey, Tony!'

Holy- a status screen. In real life. This is some manga/manhwa shenanigans. Then again, the author did dabble with stories like this before full on committing to writing smut and then creating niche gay hypnosis erotica.

'How'd you like your new gift? Neat huh? It's all the rage in demonkind and their contractees.'

I nodded. "Like a videogame. I like-"

'-sorry about this, I just wanted to reach out to you real quick but while your body hair is enough to grant you your wish, I'd still require you to give me offerings.'

The status screen felt like an email in a window opened on a computer screen - just that it's in real life. It moved as I moved, and my hand phased over it when I tried to touch it.

"So, how do I do that? I mean I know you prefer sexual energies, but how do I offer them to you?"

The status screen refreshed and showed me an image of a naked model of myself. On the side were text which was statistics. Like strength, intelligence, constitution - really feels like an RPG. What did catch my attention was a particular stat?

"'Sexual Appetite'? What's this?" Instinctively, I tried to point at it, which opened another pop-up window.

'Sexual Appetite: level of horniness. As a contractee of Mara [ The Divine Tempter ], offering energies generated by sexual activity is not only a must but is key to maintaining any blessings, favors, and powers gotten from the contract.'

Make sense. I am now, technically, under Mara's protection - our relationship with the demon is more similar to a subscription service.

Swiping the pop-up window to the side made it vanish, and I was left staring at my character window. The stat said 'sexual appetite' accompanied with a smiling emoticon.

I'm gonna guess that that meant that I am good so far with that stat.

Ooh! Do I have skills and stuff? Like being able to cast spells? I did saw that my Intelligence stat was higher than my other stats-

*knock knock*

"Master? Everything okay in there?" Brad called out from outside.

My skin's all wrinkly since I've been in the shower this entire time. "Sorry, almost done." I need to talk about him calling me master later though.

Once clean, I dried myself with a towel and wrapped my lower half with it. Emerging from the bathroom, I saw Brad seated on the room's lone, sad, sofa. Damp, droopy hair, his gym-hone body fresh out of a shower, in a bathrobe. This guy- too... Bright...

He saw me and stood up, walking over to me. He'd grabbed something he placed on the bed, and I saw that it was another bathrobe. "Here you go, master."

He moved behind me, raising the bathrobe for me to just put it on.

This is too weird. "Brad, what're you doing?" I grabbed the bathrobe in his hands, and put it on myself, my back facing of course. Once the bathrobe was secure, I unwrapped the lower body of my damp towel.

Turning to him, he looked like a kid who got caught red-handed. "What do you mean, master?"

"The master thing. I don't like being called that. And why are you even calling me master?"

To have a grown man who was honestly one of the most beautiful male specimens I've ever seen in my life act all shy and shifty was something I know only happened in Asian BL shows. "Well, I..."

He was stuttering. Cute but, "You can just call me Tony. None of that master stuff."

He nodded, albeit hesitantly, "Okay, Sir Tony."

"Just Tony."

"Mr. Tony."

I shook my head, "Tony." I said a bit firmly.

"But I can't just call my savior using his first name-"

The childish whine was honestly cute. Even though he appeared as a man a bit older than me.

Acting cute won't get him a free pass. "Look, Brad. I saved you, yes. But I didn't free you from the Doc so that I could claim you as mine. You make it sound like I have ulterior motives when helping people."

Brad did have this submissive spec in his characterization in 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck' to the point where some argued that it's Brad's only personality trait. Actually, there isn't much nuance and substance with the personalities of its characters in this story. Comparing it to the author's newer works, 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck' was a story that heavily felt amateurish not just in storytelling but also in its characters.

My words seemed to have gotten through him, and he looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mast-I mean, Tony. I didn't want to make you feel that way."

Out of nowhere, I felt him cross the distance. The next thing I knew I was being squeezed in a hug.

What the fuck? Who does that? Granted the feel of his strong body crushing me was the most intensely positive feeling I've ever felt in my entire life but-

I forgot. I was in a poorly written erotica story.

That doesn't mean the smut was bad - it's actually top-tier.

"Brad-"

"Can you please forgive me for my-"

"Brad!"

"I didn't want to make you feel awful-"

I tried to break free from the most erotic hug I've ever gotten, but he was too strong.

Fortunately, I was saved from a knock on our door.

After getting calmed down by Brad who assured me that he just ordered food to be delivered into our room, he and I were eating a meal on our bed watching some random TV show.

"Okay Master, I mean, Tony. What do we do now?"

"We?"

"We're a team now, bro!" He grinned at me, before deflating, "Even though I haven't been useful since you've freed me."

I shook my head, stabbing my fork in a pile of greens. "You did help me. I don't think I would've broken free from the Doc if you haven't tackled those guys earlier."

"Oh yeah, I did help you with that."

An easy silence soon followed. The TV show wasn't something I was familiar with so I ate my food in silence.

"I plan to go to leave the city," I told Brad once the show was on a commercial break. "That's the best plan I could think of right now."

He was silent, but I know he heard me.

"If I told you to plan to just leave, would you say we're a team? You have a life here in the city. Friends. Family. A lover probably too." Me? It's complicated but my new memories tell me that my family lived in a different city. Friends? Well, they'd probably understand. My job? Who cares?

"No lover. Family and friends too." He told me. "Not anymore."

Oh. Chapter 8, the one where Doc uses suggestion and hypnosis on Brad to make a fool of himself in front of his friends and family. Top-tier smut I tell you, but once you're in your post-nut clarity, you can see that what Doc made him do was not just okay but also highly immoral. Especially since Brad knew what his body was doing but he wasn't in control of his body.

"You could still rebuild your bridges with them."

"After what Doc made me do? I doubt it."

A more somber silence followed. Now that I am in this reality, I should see them not as characters but as 'real' people.

"If you want out of the city," Brad said, once the credits were rolling, "I'm in."

By the time Brad and I were about to sleep, I was adamant about making our room as secure as possible. You never know if Doc or his people could find us.

Brad helped me in moving a cabinet as a way to barricade the door entrance.

We were on the third floor so I'm pretty sure one could enter through our tiny balcony. But just to be safe, we made sure to check if the doors leading to the balcony were locked.

"Sorry for being paranoid," I told Brad.

He shook his head. "Your brains have gotten us this far." He stood up and plopped on our sad sofa. "I'm sleeping here."

"No," I told him, "it's too short and uncomfortable for you. You're sleeping beside me." We're now in fanfic trope territory - the one-bed scene. But it wasn't awkward for me.

He appeared to be at a loss of words, "No, I insist. You paid for the room as well, right? I'll just sleep on the floor."

"That's even dumber." I scooted to the side and patted a nice area for him to lie down on. "See, we could both fit here."

Then I realized, it's probably because he's uncomfortable lying beside me. I'm gay and he's straight. And we've only just met. These are a lot of boundaries for him.

Sheepishly, I smiled at him, "sorry for putting you on the spot." I stayed where I am, still giving him the option of sleeping beside me. "You can sleep wherever, but it'll put me at ease if you sleep on a bed and not on a carpeted floor or a small sofa."

And with that, I pulled the covers over to myself and laid down.

Amazing how I just close my eyes and I was able to fall asleep. Then again, I've had a pretty eventful day. I was exhausted.

I drifted in and out of sleep, especially since in the middle of the night, I felt someone's weight come down on the side of his bed.

With groggy eyes, I looked. "Oh, Brad." I didn't know what I looked like but I did feel happy in that he's finally sleeping on a real bed.

I had all the covers to myself so I scooted a bit closer to him and share it. "Here you go." I made sure his entire body save his head had the warmth of our covers.

The sun's rays didn't feel good.

It's morning. Time to see if I was having a weird dream.

And of course. This is my new reality now. But...

Why am I being spooned by Brad?

And... Fuck. He's got morning wood. Oh my God. Oh my God. Holy shieeeee-

We were in our bathrobes too, right? But somehow, Brad had taken off his and was going commando.

And me, the bathrobe had need raised so I smooth ass was brushing against his warm and very hard dick.

I tried to untangle myself but his grip was too strong on me. And my squirming made the dick nestled on the crack of my ass start throbbing.

The feeling on my ass made me feel excited. My erection went from a chub to diamond-hard in a couple of seconds.

"Brad?" I gently shook him awake.

He stirred which made him loosen his grip on me.

That microsecond where he had loosened his grip on me was the perfect opening to get out of bed and into the bathroom.

After the most shameful and quickest jerk-off session in my life. I made sure the clean my mess.

While wiping off my cum, a pop-up window has appeared.

'You've made your sexual offering to your contractor. Thank you for maintaining your relationship with your patron deity.'

I thought of opening my character window. And as simple as that, I was starting at my stats again.

I was alarmed that my Sexual Appetite stat went from a smiley face to a face with a straight line for his mouth. In most games that meant that my stat went from good to okay/normal.

I wonder how I could keep it in the green?

In any case, I at least now knew that I could will my character info to appear before me. I'll get plenty of time to go over my stats and skills and stuff. We needed to get to check-out and start leaving the city.

I was about to open the door when I heard peculiar sounds.

It was unmistakable.

Brad was jerking off. Holy shit, I wanted to see that. But he needs his privacy-

"Hunggh!"

Mission complete. Congrats Brad. How do I not make it awkward?

Oh, I know.

I counted up to thirty before flushing the toilet. Then I opened the faucet to the max and made sure to make loud noises like washing my hands.

Hoping that Brad takes the cue, I counted ten more seconds before I loudly opened the door. With great energy, I pretended to have a successful bowel movement. "Oh hey, Brad. Morning!"

He was wearing the same clothes again, the same ones I bought yesterday. Except for his leather jockstrap. He had it in his hand. "I'm throwing this out."

He unlocked the door to the balcony before hurling it out.

That was dramatic but pretty on-brand with an amateurish plot.

Brad looked instantly much better.

Me, however-

I felt like I needed to get fucked right now.