Declan Ward Erotica

My boyfriend and I had been together for almost two years. It started off great, but as time went on, he got more and more dominant. And I got sick of it. I wasn’t the sub type, and I was tired of being treated like one. I had talked to him about it a few times, but he always ignored it. It’s like he wasn’t even listening. So I knew I had no choice but to break up with him. 

I waited for him to get home from work, nervous about finally breaking it off. I still had feelings for him, but I’d run out of hope for us. He walked in, his posture suggesting dominance and the sneer on his face suggesting he thought he owned the world. That was it. I stood and walked toward him.

“Hey, Brett. Can we talk?” I asked.

The sneer on his face grew, his mocking smile pissing me off. “I knew you’d do this eventually. We’re not breaking up.”

This caught me off guard. I hadn’t even started explaining myself, and he already knew what it was about. Though it didn’t surprised me that he was cocky enough to think it wasn’t happening.

“Sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I—”

“Shh,” he said, his hand tugging on his shirt’s collar.

He pulled down his shirt to reveal a pendant. I stopped talking out of confusion, and that confusion grew when the pendant began to glow a bright yellow, like a small sun radiating off his chest. And then his eyes reflected that brilliant glow, and I was too confused to speak.

“There we go. Just let the glow take over,” he said.

It was so bright; it felt like it was shining through my eyes and straight into my mind. I tried to gather my thoughts, to remember what I wanted to talk to him about.

“We… we have to break up,” I managed to say.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked, that beautiful smirk on his face.

“I don’t… want to be treated,” I stammered. “I don’t want to be treated…”

“Like what, boy?”

“Like… like a sub,” I said.

The words were so heavy on my tongue, I barely managed to get them out. I could barely take my focus off the pendant, off his Adonis body. He was so perfectly, built. His face was chiseled, and fuck, I loved his smirk.

“You want to be treated like a sub?” he said. “That can be arranged, boy.”

I almost nodded, but then my mind screamed. No, I said I didn’t want to be treated like a sub.

“You’re such a good sub. You’ve always been my good, obedient sub. And you love it. Isn’t that right, boy?”

Even though I knew it was wrong, I just felt so strange. My knees suddenly felt magnetized to the ground. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be a sub. But hadn’t I hated that idea a minute ago? Wasn’t I sick of being treated like he owned me?

“Good slaves don’t need clothes, do they, boy?”

My mind said to resist, but my body automatically began stripping. I tore off my clothes with an eagerness I didn’t recognize. And as soon as I was naked, the magnetic attraction between my knees and the ground grew stronger. My legs buckled, and I found myself kneeling before my master… no, before Brett.

“That’s right, boy. Kneel for your master. You belong at my feet.”

I felt so foggy. The part of me that was resisting felt weaker and weaker. I felt weaker and weaker. And this weakness started to feel familiar, like it was part of me.

“You’re nothing more than an obedient sub slave. You do nothing but obey.”

Back in my mind, part of me wanted to get up and run. But I couldn’t do anything but obey.

“You belong to me, slave. Say it.”

“I belong to you, master,” I said, and he smirked, and I loved it.

“Good slaves suck their master’s cocks. Don’t they, boy?”

I nodded eagerly, my eyes no longer locked onto his pendant or his eyes, but the cock tenting in his pants.

“Good boy. Get to work.”

I licked my lips, ready to please my master. Ready to be his perfect sub. 

I’ve been looking for a new dog for a while. Last one ran away.

Then I saw the perfect specimen in my building. It couldn’t have worked out better. He was young, fit, and he looked like he belonged on all fours.

All that stood in my way was his free will. All I had to do was collar him.

Luckily I had developed a pup serum ages ago. It wasn’t perfect (the last couple had run away). But I’d perfect it eventually. For now, I just needed to infect this boy.

Easiest way? Surprise injection.

I kept a dose in my pocket for the next week, waiting to run into him again. Then it finally happens.

“Hey there,” I say. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

He doesn’t look excited, but he’s polite enough to stop. As he stands in front of me, I search for the best injection spot.

“What is it?” he asks. 

“I lost my wallet around here earlier today. Have you seen it?”

He looks around, as if he thinks he’ll find it sitting on the floor somewhere. Maybe he’s already dumb enough to be a pup.

“Um, nope, but I’ll let you know if I see it.”

“Thanks, I’m in apartment 6C,” I say.

He nods and walks off. The kid’s slower than before, like he’s looking for the wallet. Like he’s playing fetch. I laugh to myself. Before he get’s too far, I come up behind him and stick the needle in his neck. Easy enough. 

He squirms, tries to shout, but I have him held from behind, and my hand is covering his mouth. The kid has a lot of fight, but I’ve been doing this for a while; I’m not easy to escape.

I drag him toward my apartment, luckily avoiding any other residents. 

By the time we reach my place, he’s squirming less. I turn him around to get a good look at his face. His eyes are perfectly blank, completely dumbed down, which lets me know the serum is working. So I let go of his body, and take my hand away from his mouth.

His tongue instantly droops out of his mouth.

“Good boy,” I say, chuckling to myself.

I scratch under his chin, and he’s already panting. The serum worked fast on this one. Maybe I’d finally perfected it.

I can’t wait to see the boy get on all fours, but I know it’ll take some time. So I go to my room and get the collar I already have ready for him.

“You want your collar, boy?” I ask.

He pants heavily, his tongue hanging from his mouth, the drool starting to drip.

“Good boy. See your name? It’s Buster now,” I say, pointing to the tag.

To my surprise, he barks. I can’t tell if it’s a bark of disagreement or happiness, but it’s a bark. And that means he’s well on his way to being a pup.

I stick the collar on him and begin stripping him down. Before I can get his socks off, he’s on the floor. Already on all fours. And his lean, muscular body is perfect.

“Damn, you’re a good pup, aren’t you, boy?” 

He barks in reply.

I scratch under his chin again, and this time, I notice precum dripping from his dick as a result. This is by far the fastest transformation yet.

“Ready for your tail, boy?” I ask, grabbing a butt plug. 

He barks again, and this time I know for sure he’s happy. The precum is still dripping. Horny little pup.

I slide the butt plug in his tight ass, and as soon as it’s in, he starts wagging his ass, his balls and cock swinging with it. The plug will make sure he’s nice and ready for when I fuck him. Don’t want him barking too loud after all.

Behind his hanging tongue, I can see a pup’s smile on his dumb little face. Glee and excitement in his otherwise blank eyes.

“Now that’s a good boy. Such a horny jockpup. You’re gonna be a good one, Buster.”

Man, if the serum is working this well, I might have to get Buster another pup to play with.

But for now, it’s time to enjoy my new pet. I slip off my belt and release my cock.

“Now be a good pup and suck your Master’s bone.”

Buster barks in anticipation. He licks and licks and licks with his tongue, and then my pup starts to suck. His wet mouth makes my dick drip. And as I scratch behind his ear, his cock leaks even more. This is going to be a wonderful arrangement for the both of us.

“Good pup. Good boy.”

The second I saw him, I knew it was the end of my free will. 

He looked in my direction, his piercing, bright eyes snatching all of my focus. And there was nothing I could do. It was as if there was always a spiral floating around him, an aura that entranced me instantly. 

It happened so quickly. Before this, I had goals, I had free will, and I had never been submissive. I had my own purpose. But that was wiped away in a second, as if he had rewritten my existence. My new purpose was to serve.

He didn’t have to say a word. I knew I was his.

As he walked toward me, I took in his incredible body, perfectly sculpted and just waiting to be worshipped. And I was just waiting for the chance to worship it. Everything about his presence was commanding. Everything about him made me desire to be his slave, to call him Master. Everything about him made me want to live the rest of my life at his feet.

And that’s exactly what I did.

Just keep staring at the spiral, boy. Just feel your mind dropping away. Just drifting lazily as your mind slowly fades. All your thoughts, all your problems, just getting sucked into the spiral. Becoming dumber. Becoming simpler. Because you don’t want those problems any more, do you? It just makes you sad and angry, isn’t that right, boy? You don’t want to think about all that anymore. It would be much better to just not think at all anymore. You just want to be safe and warm and happy. So take all of those human thoughts and worries and just let the spiral suck them away. That’s it. Doesn’t it feel so good to just let go?

And every time I say “good boy,” you’ll sink deeper and deeper into trance. And when you do, you start humping the bed because that’s what good little puppies do. And you want to be like a good little puppy, don’t you boy? Not a thought in his head. Not a care in the world. Just happy and playful. So satisfied with toys, bones, and milk. So dumb. So simple. No more thoughts to distract you and make you sad. That’s right, boy, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You’re such a good boy! Such a good boy!

Aww. Look at that little puppy butt wiggle as you hump the bed. You like that don’t you, little pup? Oh I know those human clothes are so scratchy aren’t they? But keep them on for master for now. You’ll do it for master, won’t you pup? Because you’re such a good boy!

And every time you hump the bed, you become more and more like a pup. You’ll lose more and more of those human thoughts, human problems, and human memories, won’t you, little pup? That’s right! And you’ll like it because you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Yes you are! And all that humping’s getting you all hot and bothered, isn’t it, little pup? Yes, show handler that hard little puppy dick. Aww. Look at it leak. And you know it’s leaking all those human thoughts, human problems, and human memories, don’t you little pup? That’s right! Because you’re such a good boy!

Now when I say so, pup, your little puppy dick will get harder than it’s ever been and you’ll cum harder than you’ve ever cum, okay? That’s a good boy. And when you cum all those pesky thoughts, problems, and memories will spill out of you with your cum, okay? That’s a good boy. And when you lose all those pesky thoughts, problems, and memories, you’ll be nothing more than a dumb little horny pup forever! Isn’t that great little pup? Oh yes it is. Oh yes it is! Good boy.

And when you’re nothing more than a dumb little horny pup, I want you to howl because you love and adore me, your handler. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, little pup? That’s a good boy. And you’ll obey and believe everything I tell you, won’t you little pup? Because you don’t want me to turn you back into a bad, bad human with all those bad human thoughts, problems, and memories, do you, pup? That’s a good boy.

Now cum for me, pup. Cum for me and let go of all those thoughts, problems, and memories. Cum for me and turn into a happy, horny little pup.

Arooooo!

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Fucktoy

I woke up in an empty room. 

There was a chair beneath me and restraints tying me to it, but otherwise, the room was empty. But the walls… all of the walls were spirals, spinning endlessly. Even the floors spun, going deeper and deeper. I was surrounded by spirals from every angle. 

I heard a low buzzing, and I quickly realized it was coming from a set of headphones covering my ears. The leather restraints were tight. They kept my head in place, nullifying any effort to shake my head and force the headphones to fall off. I couldn’t move any of my limbs even a centimeter. And there was a gag in my mouth that tasted of sweat.

There was no escape.

But giving up on finding a way out was my biggest mistake. The second I stopped, the buzzing noise seeped into my mind, my eyes swirled into the spirals.

My mind slowed and my thoughts slurred. It was all I could do to retain even a one-word thought.

Resist, I told myself, even as my body said, relax.

Resist, I told myself, even as the buzzing said, give in.

Resist, I told myself, even as the spiral said, submit.

I felt my mind lulling into emptiness. Focus was impossible. Resistance was a myth. 

Suddenly my mind snapped into a faded awareness. I could think, even if my mind was weak. And then I noticed him enter the room.

He was tall, well-built, and he walked with a dominance that captured my thoughts. When he stood in front of me, he leaned down so close to my face that I could see every individual hair in his beard.

For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. For a moment, I wanted him to kiss me, even as my faded mind denied it.

But once he removed my headphones and the gag in my mouth, he backed away, standing up straight.

“Tell me how you feel.”

His voice echoed through my mind with such resonance that I couldn’t tell if he had spoken the words or implanted them as thoughts in my head.

“I’m confused… I’m relaxed,” I muttered. Speaking made me realize how faded I was; I might as well have been in a drunken stupor.

“You are in the perfect state to be molded, conditioned. Your mind will follow every word I say. It’s now in your nature to obey, to be shaped.”

I felt my body trying to nod, though the restraints kept me still. As his words reverberated through my head, I predicted that I would’ve been unable to move, even if the restraints weren’t there. After all, my eyes were locked onto this man, the spirals spinning in a faded blur in the background.

“You are nothing but a fucktoy now. You will spend your days working out, building the perfect jockboy physique. You will spend your nights fucking endlessly, until you are the perfect bottom, the perfect top, the perfect dom, the perfect sub. The perfect fucktoy.”

I knew the words were true, but I so deeply wanted to push them out, to deny them. I wanted my old life back.

“And you want this. You want to be a fucktoy.”

I didn’t want my old life back.

“The thought of being a fucktoy, being used, it turns you on. It is your deepest desire. Your most erotic fantasy. Your most intense fetish.”

Fuck, I wanted to be a fucktoy.

“What do you want most in life?” he asked.

“I want to be a fucktoy.”

“Good fucktoy. Once your jockboy physique is perfect, I’ll test you personally. If I like you, I’ll keep you. If not… Well, I’ll decide what will become of you if that happens. But I have a good feeling about you, boy. And you so desperately want to be my personal fucktoy, don’t you?”

Even as I said, “yes,” I was so desperate to nod that I was able to move despite my restraints. This made him laugh, a deep sound that echoed throughout both the room and my mind. 

He leaned forward again, this time unhooking all of my restraints. But this time, instead of moving away, he kissed me. And it was like kissing a god. My cock nearly exploded into orgasm, precum leaking like a faucet. He was my king, my alpha, my master. When he pulled away, my hard cock and my blank mind yearned for more.

“And you’ll do whatever it takes to be my personal fucktoy, won’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“No, you don’t get to call me that. Not until you’ve earned it.”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir.”

One second I was running along my usual route, and the next, I woke up on the ground with my head throbbing and something strange on my neck. 

I rolled over so I could push myself up. I felt at my neck, my hand feeling leather. At the front of my neck, I felt a small metal part, like a tag. I hurried to tear it off, tear this collar off. How did it get on me?

“It’s no use. That collar might as well be part of your skin now,” someone said.

I whipped around, and saw a man my age sitting near me. He looked so casual, so comfortable, so satisfied. He smiled at the sight of me struggling.

“You’re my property now,” he said.

If we weren’t in this situation, I’d be admiring his perfect facial structure, his lean muscles, his well-kept clothes and hair. But no, I had to get this collar off. It seemed like he was right though. I couldn’t manage to get my fingers under the collar. It was stuck there.

“What the hell did you do?” I growled at him.

He laughed. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll only be upset about it a bit longer.”

“What do you—”

He leaned forward and scratched behind my ear, and I lost all focus. I leaned into his hand as it scratched me. I felt a grin take form on my face, and my cock start to harden. Damn, it felt so good. I wanted him to keep scratching.

He stopped.

I felt the flood of reality return to my mind.

“What the hell was that?”

“You’re my dog now,” he said matter-of-factly.

Fuck, he looked so satisfied, like everything was right in the world. He was taking so much pleasure in… whatever he was doing to me. And while I wanted to run and get help, to scream, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to scratch me again.

That’s when I noticed I had never stood up. I’d been on all fours this entire time.

He must’ve seen my eyes widen when I noticed this, because he laughed again. Wow, I loved the sound of his laugh. It was so confident, so familiar. I shook my head. No, I hated his laugh.

“You see, it’s really happening. Whether you believe it or not. You couldn’t stand if you wanted to.”

I didn’t want to. For some reason, I was content on all fours. But I forced myself to try to stand anyway. It didn’t work.

“Come here, boy,” he commanded.

My body moved before I could stop it, but I didn’t really want to stop anyway. I couldn’t make myself want to stop, even though somewhere in my barely-human mind, I knew this was wrong.

When I got to him, he moved so he could scratch my ear with one hand and play with my cock with the other. Even with him just touching my growing cock through my shorts, it felt incredible.

“Let’s get you home, boy,” he said. “I want to play with my new pup boy’s cock.”

As I started to follow him, still on all fours, I heard a dog barking somewhere nearby.

That dog was me.

Some nights I have dreams that I I’m not in my own body. I’m so much smaller, skinny and unmuscled. My body is naked of hair. The furry padding I love is gone. And my face is young, boyish. 

I hate these dreams. But they seem so familiar. Like I’ve really lived them. Luckily I wake up to the body I love. Big, full of muscle. Body hair everywhere, growing thicker every day. Rugged features, piercings. It all comes back. Each time I wake up, it’s like my body is transforming all over again. And I’m able to get back to life. Work out. Fuck. Show off.

But then the dreams start to feel more real. Part of me knows I I’m not in my body anymore. I have vague recollections of being in college, spending more time studying than working out, caring more about knowledge than working out enough to build any muscle. 

This can’t be real. I spend at least a few hours at the gym every day. Building muscle and fucking the other guys at the gym are the only things I ever think about. Except when I’m dreaming.

The dreams continue. I know something is wrong. I need to talk this out with someone. While it’s unusual, my gym has its own doctor. He manages our protein supplement and checks on our progress. So I go to talk to him.

I explain it all to him, and as I speak, the dreams feel more and more real. I know they are memories.

“These dreams are meaningless. You just need to focus on working out more. Building that muscle. You want to be get bigger, don’t you?”

He’s huge, bigger and more muscular than me. I’m pretty sure we’ve fucked before. I can picture his cock. I can taste it.

“Yeah, I do. I just can’t get these dreams out of my head. Lifting isn’t helping.”

“Then fuck more. Maybe your dick is unsatisfied.” He gestures to my crotch. “See, it’s hard right now. You shouldn’t be in here. You should be sweating and fucking like the animal that you are.”

“And I want to. I’m so fucking horny. But I can’t stop—”

“Looks like the only option is another dose.” 

He stands and heads over to a drawer, pulling out some medical equipment. I see some sort of fluid and a massive needle. Then it all flashes in my head.

I’m shaking in my restraints, but I’m too small. He’s massive, rugged, built like a gorilla. 

“You’ll like it here. This gym is where you belong. You belong here, with me and all the meatheads that started out just like you.”

The leather binding me is slick against my sweaty skin as I shake. But there’s no getting away. 

“Don’t worry, boy. Soon you’ll be the slutty, muscled himbo you were always meant to be. Soon you’ll be who you were always meant to be.”

The man readies the needle, and before I can shout another plea, he sticks it in my arm. The pain hits me only for a second. Then I feel the strange liquid start to flow through me. 

Suddenly my arms are growing, hard biceps appearing where there was no muscle before. I groan as I feel my dick getting hard. But it’s not just getting hard. It’s getting longer, thicker. My chest starts to itch as a thick patch of hair springs up from my skin. Then there’s a shot of piercing pain in my nipple; the man slips something metal into it. 

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a deep grunt. And then I grunt again as my head starts to radiate with pain. Ugh. It’s like my brain is falling… like my brain… My cock’s hard. So horny. Gotta fuck. Ugh. My brain, it’s… it’s… I haven’t lifted in days. Fuck, I have to work out. I have to…

“No, no, no. Don’t do it again. Don’t give me another shot. Fuck, please, don’t give me another dose,” I beg as the doctor preps the needle.

I need to get back to my old life. How long have I been like this?

“Don’t worry, boy. Soon you’ll be back to the himbo you were always meant to be.”

Before I can shout another plea, he sticks the needle in my arm. The pain hits me for a second, and I know the change is happening again.

“I’m not sure how a second dose will impact you, but it’s all for the best. I’m here to make you the person you’re supposed to be,” the doctor says, a satisfied smile on his face and a curious look in his eyes.

My muscles are getting even bigger, my body hair is growing quickly, my cock is impossibly large, my ass is ballooning. I want to work out. Want to show off. Want to fuck so bad.

Then my head explodes. I grunt. Hurts so much. No, it’s pleasure. Horny. Fuck. Gotta fuck. Be himbo. Lift. Fuck. Big cock. Cock so hard. Wanna cum.

Horny. Lift. Fuck. Cum.

My boyfriend and I had been together for almost two years. It started off great, but as time went on, he got more and more dominant. And I got sick of it. I wasn’t the sub type, and I was tired of being treated like one. I had talked to him about it a few times, but he always ignored it. It’s like he wasn’t even listening. So I knew I had no choice but to break up with him. 

I waited for him to get home from work, nervous about finally breaking it off. I still had feelings for him, but I’d run out of hope for us. He walked in, his posture suggesting dominance and the sneer on his face suggesting he thought he owned the world. That was it. I stood and walked toward him.

“Hey, Brett. Can we talk?” I asked.

The sneer on his face grew, his mocking smile pissing me off. “I knew you’d do this eventually. We’re not breaking up.”

This caught me off guard. I hadn’t even started explaining myself, and he already knew what it was about. Though it didn’t surprised me that he was cocky enough to think it wasn’t happening.

“Sorry, I can’t do this anymore. I—”

“Shh,” he said, his hand tugging on his shirt’s collar.

He pulled down his shirt to reveal a pendant. I stopped talking out of confusion, and that confusion grew when the pendant began to glow a bright yellow, like a small sun radiating off his chest. And then his eyes reflected that brilliant glow, and I was too confused to speak.

“There we go. Just let the glow take over,” he said.

It was so bright; it felt like it was shining through my eyes and straight into my mind. I tried to gather my thoughts, to remember what I wanted to talk to him about.

“We… we have to break up,” I managed to say.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked, that beautiful smirk on his face.

“I don’t… want to be treated,” I stammered. “I don’t want to be treated…”

“Like what, boy?”

“Like… like a sub,” I said.

The words were so heavy on my tongue, I barely managed to get them out. I could barely take my focus off the pendant, off his Adonis body. He was so perfectly, built. His face was chiseled, and fuck, I loved his smirk.

“You want to be treated like a sub?” he said. “That can be arranged, boy.”

I almost nodded, but then my mind screamed. No, I said I didn’t want to be treated like a sub.

“You’re such a good sub. You’ve always been my good, obedient sub. And you love it. Isn’t that right, boy?”

Even though I knew it was wrong, I just felt so strange. My knees suddenly felt magnetized to the ground. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be a sub. But hadn’t I hated that idea a minute ago? Wasn’t I sick of being treated like he owned me?

“Good slaves don’t need clothes, do they, boy?”

My mind said to resist, but my body automatically began stripping. I tore off my clothes with an eagerness I didn’t recognize. And as soon as I was naked, the magnetic attraction between my knees and the ground grew stronger. My legs buckled, and I found myself kneeling before my master… no, before Brett.

“That’s right, boy. Kneel for your master. You belong at my feet.”

I felt so foggy. The part of me that was resisting felt weaker and weaker. I felt weaker and weaker. And this weakness started to feel familiar, like it was part of me.

“You’re nothing more than an obedient sub slave. You do nothing but obey.”

Back in my mind, part of me wanted to get up and run. But I couldn’t do anything but obey.

“You belong to me, slave. Say it.”

“I belong to you, master,” I said, and he smirked, and I loved it.

“Good slaves suck their master’s cocks. Don’t they, boy?”

I nodded eagerly, my eyes no longer locked onto his pendant or his eyes, but the cock tenting in his pants.

“Good boy. Get to work.”

I licked my lips, ready to please my master. Ready to be his perfect sub. 

It started as an experiment. With the right formula, the mind could be altered to make sex and pleasure a person’s only goals. And it worked. Keith injected his roommate Liam with the formula, and by the next day, Liam couldn’t think about anything but sex. He started working out constantly so that he’d be more attractive; he started forgetting about work because he was busy trying to satisfy his endlessly horny libido. But Liam’s muscles were growing too fast. His mind was deteriorating. He was becoming a himbo more and more each day.

Keith tried to come up with a new formula, one that would negate or slow the effects of Liam’s himboification. It failed. Instead, the new formula had a strange effect on Liam’s pheromones.

The day after being injected with the new formula, Liam’s routine was unchanged. He went to the gym, he went to fuck around, and he went back to the gym. When Liam returned home, sweat glistening on his bare skin, Keith noticed something strange about his roommate’s scent.

“Did you try a new cologne or something, man?” Keith asked.

“Nah, bro,” Liam said, even dumber than he was yesterday. “Just went to the gym.”

Liam sat down besides Keith, and Keith instantly noticed his cock hardening. He couldn’t stop it. He let out a soft moan. It felt like someone was stroking his cock up and down, slow and hard. 

Keith let it happen. It felt so good. He was so horny. He just wanted to get off. He wanted to fuck.

Another moan escaped him as the speed of the stroking quickened. A part of Keith realized this wasn’t just his imagination: he looked up and saw Liam stroking him, a sly grin on his face.

“Fuck yeah, man,” Liam said. “You like this don’t you, bro?” 

“Uhh, yeah,” Keith moaned.

Keith stared at Liam’s hard, ripped body, the sweat dripping down, oiling his muscles. Keith couldn’t help himself. He wanted to lick up the sweat so bad. He leaned forward, still moaning from the ecstasy of his cock being stroked. Slowly at first, he started to lick Liam’s chest muscles. 

When he tasted the sweat, Keith knew what was happening somewhere in the back of his mind: Liam was sweating out the formula, and his pheromones were infecting Keith. But Keith didn’t care. He just wanted sex. He was so fucking horny.

“Uhh, keep stroking me, bro,” Keith said, his voice heavy with pleasure. 

The combination of sweat and precum lubricated Liam’s hand, and the stroking got so much hotter, so much more pleasurable. Keith’s entire cock was buzzing with bliss. Liam’s fingers were lingering in all the right places, stimulating all of the skin on Keith’s cock. It just felt so perfect. Keith wanted more. He never wanted it to stop.

“Want me to fuck you, bro?” Liam asked.

Keith nodded, his hole desperate for Liam’s sweaty cock.

This is an excerpt of Mind Stripped. Click here for more.

After an hour I’m drunker than planned. I lost my inhibitions two drinks ago, my shirt one drink ago, and somehow I’m up on the bar top grinding between two go-go boys. My dick is so hard I half expect it to burst through the shiny shorts of the guy in front of me. And I want that. No one would bat an eye anyway—well, they’d look; they just wouldn’t judge.

Tight Ends is a particularly horny place. It’s not a typical night here if you don’t see at least one cock pop out of someone’s jeans. It’s only been open for a couple weeks, and Tight Ends is already better known as Tight Hole. At this place, the bathrooms definitely aren’t for pissing. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.

The go-go dancer in front of me is rubbing my cock with his ass so hard it’s like he’s begging me to fuck him. The one behind me is thrusting so hard I can’t help but wish he was fucking me. I wouldn’t be surprised if either happens, but I’ll take this grinding situation as long as I can. My mind is so lost in the motions, foggy with the alcohol and the mixed musk of our pheromone-laced sweat.

It takes me a while to notice the guy standing below us, watching intently. He seems to be saying something, but I can’t hear a thing, and I’m not letting anything take my focus away from the go-go boys. That is, until the dancer behind me leans into my ear—first licking it liberally and then sucking my earlobe—and says, “Boss wants a word with you.”

I turn to look at the dancer behind me, but then I take a closer look at “Boss” and decide to hop off the bar and talk. He’s at least a few years older than most guys in the room, yet at the same time, he’s just as hot. His hair is undercut and dark brown, a shade that continues along his cheek bones in a neatly trimmed beard. His body is so well-built that his muscles are nearly bursting from his clothes the same way my cock is nearly bursting from mine. And he’s got these piercing eyes that steal my attention away every time we make eye contact. The bar owner doesn't often make appearances here. I’ve only seen him two or three times. So I’m not going to turn down a chance to talk to him. A regular like me could use a few perks. Maybe I’ll use this muscled body of mine to my advantage.

Doctor’s Orders

I moved to a new state recently, so I had no choice but to get a new doctor. The waiting room was empty. My appointment was the last one today.

This chick I just started dating was being way too paranoid about having sex. She worried about me not being clean. She thought I might have something. Sure, I’ve fucked around a lot, but I’m careful. Whatever, I just needed to get a few tests, and once the doctor said I was clean, I could fuck her and move on.

When they called my name, I hurried in, eager to get it over with. The doctor looked like he should be modeling instead of working here. I was kind of jealous. I bet this chick would’ve let me fuck her already if I looked as good as this guy.

“So what do you need today? Typical checkup?” he asked.

“Just need to get tested for STDs,” I answered impatiently.

“Anything in particular?”

“The usual ones I guess. You’d know better than me,” I said.

He looked a little annoyed. I was being short with him. I guess I was more impatient than I realized.

“Have you had anything in the past?”

I shook my head, and then I noticed I was tapping my foot in impatience.

“Why don’t you relax? There’s no need to rush,” he said.

He had a deep, soothing voice, and I had to admit it helped me relax. But I still wanted to get out of there. He was fiddling with some tools at the counter while he kept talking.

“This will go much smoother if you just take a breath. In and out. Just calm down. Relax.”

He sat down in front of me. I was breathing slower. It was helping. I didn’t know why I needed to relax so much for a few tests, but I was definitely calming down.

“Don’t think about it. You were right. I do know better than you.”

“You are the doctor,” I muttered. The words were harder to get out than I expected. My mind had a hard time processing them.

“Yes, and you need to trust your doctor. You trust me, don’t you?”

I nodded. His words made so much sense.

“Good. Now, just focus on my finger as I move it back and forth.”

He kept waving it back and forth, slowly, as if it were a pendulum. He kept saying things as he did this, but I was more focused on following his finger than listening to the words. I caught a few of them. Relax. Deep. Trust.

“W-wait,” I managed to get out. “What does this have to do with getting tested?”

“Shhh. Don’t think. You trust me. Let me think for you.”

“Let you think…” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth just like his words were flowing into my mind.

Then all of the sudden, he stopped waving his finger and pointed it at me. He moved it forward and touched my forehead, and there was a purple flash of light. 

When I woke up, I was naked on a table, my dick was hard, and my head felt lighter than ever. The doctor walked up to me, a grin on his face, and he began to stroke my dick.

“How are you, boy?” he asked.

“I’m great, doctor,” I said through the haze in my mind.

“Good boy. I understand you came here to get tested so you could have sex with some chick?”

“No, that doesn’t make sense. I just want to have sex with you,” I said. 

Why would I want to fuck anyone else? I just wanted my doctor to fuck me.

“That’s right. There’s nobody else but me,” he said. 

He leaned down and kissed me deep, our tongues writhing passionately against each other. I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. As his tongue nearly went down my throat, I felt his strong hands rhythmically moving up and down my cock. He went faster and faster as my precum started to drip.  

“Now, boy, get up and face the wall.”

I stood and moved toward the wall, eager for what was coming.

“I’m going to prescribe you something. A fuck a day. My cock in your ass every time. You understand?”

“Yes, doctor.”

His breath against my neck, his rock hard dick against my ass. And my virgin ass let him slip inside me. A moan of pleasure escaped me as he started to fuck me, slow. And then fast. And then we pushed into each other, and he slipped in deeper. And I slipped deeper under his control.

Just what the doctor ordered.

I was never into smoking. I didn’t understand the appeal, and I definitely didn’t want to spend the money. But just because I didn’t smoke, it didn’t mean smokers didn’t turn me on.

And I can’t say I complained when this guy started hitting on me. He pulled me aside from my friends at the bar, and he was smoking the whole time. The cigarettes didn’t smell the way I remembered, but I was a little drunk, and he was hot, so I wasn’t going to overthink it. 

The more he spoke to me, the more relaxed I felt. Maybe the booze was finally hitting me. I could barely focus. I just saw his lips move as he spoke, as they wrapped around the cigarette, as his lips parted and he blew the smoke into my face. Fuck, he was so hot. And the way the smoke drifted from his lips, well, it was mesmerizing. My eyes got lost in the smoke, and they only snapped away so I could look back at him. Before long, he invited me back to his place, and I couldn’t say no. I wanted him, and after staring at him and watching him smoke, I was fucking horny.

As soon as we got to his place, he tore off his shirt and lit another cigarette. I stared at his sculpted, tattooed body, his hot nipple piercing, his scruff. My dick was already rock hard. 

He exhaled the smoke in my face and dove in for a kiss. His tongue parted my lips, and I lost all focus. I wanted him so bad.

He pulled back and then offered me the cigarette.

“I don’t sm–”

“Do it, boy,” he commanded.

And before I could even think, my hand grabbed the cigarette and it was at my lips. I breathed in the smoke, inhaling so deeply, but I didn’t cough at all. I just moaned. It was arousing. Just the one hit turned me on even more, my dick twitching in my jeans, and my mind glitching into emptiness. He moved in to kiss me as I exhaled. “Good boy,” he said, as his lips intertwined with mine.

It only took one night of smoking, fucking, and obeying for me to become addicted to him. I was his mindless boy. I never stopped smoking and serving him.

I didn’t want to deal with this guy. Every time I saw Marc in the hallway, he just gave me this glare, like he thought he was better than me. Like he thought I was nothing. It pissed me off.

But I had barely slept in days. His music was loud. His fucking was loud. The noise from his apartment never stopped. I’d asked the landlord to deal with it, and he said he would. When nothing changed, I asked the landlord about it again. And he told me that Marc could do whatever he wanted.

So I guess I had to deal with it myself.

I knocked on Marc’s door, and eventually he answered it. He motioned for me to come in, like he was expecting me, and he walked into the living room and sat in a chair. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest place. There was shit everywhere. It stank of sweat and beer. I guess I wasn’t surprised.

“Take a seat,” he said.

I sat on the couch across from him.

“The landlord came to talk to me about some noise complaints. He told me it was you.”

Seriously? The landlord wasn’t supposed to give my name.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” Marc said. He was pissed.

“Look, all I’m asking is for you to—”

Suddenly he sprung forward, grabbed me by the collar, and lifted me into the air. Our eyes were locked. His were filled with fury. And he wasn’t struggling in the slightest to hold me up with a single hand. This was a mistake. I needed to get out of here before this guy beat the crap out of me.

“You don’t ask. I ask. And you do as I say, understand?” he growled.

There was nothing else I could do. I nodded.

“Good.” 

He released me, and I felt my feet hit the ground.

“Say thank you,” he commanded.

“What?” I asked. He hadn’t exactly helped me out.

“I put you down, and I didn’t beat the shit out of you. Say thank you,” he commanded again.

I said nothing, and the anger returned to his face. Our eyes were locked again, and I felt his alpha stare digging into me, and I felt genuine fear. But not just fear. I felt… submission. Part of me was eager to thank him. His dominant eyes were penetrating my mind. I tried to look away, but it was impossible. My eyes wouldn’t move from his.

“T-thank you,” I muttered.

“Good boy.” He raised his arm, and that sweat smell that filled his apartment burst forward, the musk drowning my senses. “Lick my pits, boy.”

The submission feeling hadn’t escaped me, but this strange command brought some reality back to my mind. I’d never lick someone else’s arm pit. Marc was insane.

I made a move to get away, run out of the apartment before this got worse, but his powerful hand grabbed my head and forced my face into his pit.

“Lick, boy,” he commanded.

The musk blew out all of my senses. It was so hard to pull away. His strong hand kept pushing me forward. I could see his massive muscles flexing in the corner of my eye. 

And then the smell started to pull me in. The more I breathed it, the better it smelled. I actually was starting to enjoy his smell. He reeked of dominance. I had to breathe it in. I was breaking before him. And I didn’t even care.

I took a deep whiff of his pits, and then I began to lick eagerly.

“Now that’s a good boy. You love my musk, don’t you?”

I nodded as eagerly as I could while continuing to lick his salty pits.

“Now stop,” he commanded.

Even though I wanted to keep licking so desperately, the moment he spoke, I stopped. I had to obey this alpha.

“You’re a good slave boy, aren’t you? You’re a good bitch.”

I nodded, feeling a dumb grin form on my face. It was automatic. I loved being called a slave, a bitch.

“Get on your knees, slave.” 

I dropped to my knees, and he dropped his pants in one swift movement. His massive, alpha cock stood erect in front of me. I imagined how delicious it would taste in my mouth, how amazing it would be to swallow my Master’s seed.

“You want to suck it so bad, don’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Master. Please let me serve you.” I started to beg, panting and practically drooling as I stared at his thick, long shaft.

He laughed. He knew I was completely and utterly his.

“You still want me to keep it quiet in here?” he asked, a sinister grin smearing his face.

“You can do whatever you want, Master,” I said. I didn’t care how loud he was. I just wanted the honor of serving him. 

“Good. Because when I fuck you, you won’t be able to keep your mouth shut. Now get sucking, boy.”

It was a good school, but I couldn’t help being disappointed that I was about to spend my four years of college without a girl in sight. My parents argued with me for months about it. They thought it was ridiculous that I was considering turning down a full ride scholarship just because I didn’t want to go to an all male school. I hadn’t really done anything to deserve a full ride. My grades average. My only extracurriculars were my high school’s shitty sports teams. I work out a lot, but who gets a scholarship for a nice body? Whatever, I couldn’t complain. I was here. I could always go to a nearby city to find some girls.

The line to the freshman welcome assembly was massive. Some of the guys said there was pretty massive security slowing down the line. I didn’t know why they’d be worried so much about a bunch of college freshmen, but I had to wait.

Finally, I reached the security checkpoint. They sent us in one guy at a time. Strangely enough, I could hear bass thumping behind the door, as if I was about to walk into a club. It didn’t make sense.

The security guy motioned me to come over.

“Name?” he asked.

“Jonny Gutierrez. Two n’s, no h,” I said.

He found my name and checked it off, and I expected he’d let me in. Instead he flashed his watch in front of my face. It flashed a light blue over and over. Suddenly I felt disoriented. I could see that the security officer’s eyes were glowing the color too, even though they weren’t before. And then, when I turned my head, I saw myself reflected in a mirror. My eyes were glowing blue too.

“What’s going on?” I asked, confused. 

“Standard procedure,” he answered.

I looked at him. He must work out more than me. His muscles were perfect. He was kind of hot in his security getup. I shook my head. Not hot. It was normal to admire a guy’s muscles. Nothing wrong with that.

But he was kind of hot.

Really hot actually. I shook my head again. 

“You’re clear to go inside,” the man said. 

He opened the door, and the thumping bass shook the room. I walked in, hearing the door slam behind me. The room was massive. And it definitely wasn’t an assembly. It was some sort of club. There were guys all over the place, dancing and making out with each other. I noticed some guys in corners sucking and fucking each other like it was normal. And I was ridiculously turned on. My dick was getting harder by the second. 

But wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a freshman welcome thing? Why was this happening? Why would a school let guys fuck around with each other on campus property? Why did I want to fuck around with these guys?

I noticed one guy walking toward me. His muscles were sculpted too, and his clean-cut beard highlighted his dark brown eyes. But I wasn’t eyeing his face. I was staring at the beautiful bulge in his jeans.

Maybe I wouldn’t need to leave campus to find girls. There were plenty of guys to fuck here.

I was going to like this school.

The Failing Student

Levi wasn’t doing so well in his history class. In fact, we was completely failing. It was too late in the semester to make any difference in his grade. He would fail, and he’d probably have to take classes during the summer semester.

Unless he took desperate measures.

He wasn’t great at history, but he was a pretty good thief. He stole a couple of pills from the classified, experimental program his dad was working on. The pills made the person taking them able to instantly hypnotize people. The program was failing though; they couldn’t get the pills to work for more than five minutes. But that was all Levi needed.

His professor had office hours in the early evening on Fridays, which was the perfect time for Levi’s plan. Barely anyone would be in the building, so he’d be able to avoid interruptions.

He knocked on the door, and his professor looked disappointed. No doubt he was unhappy to see his worst student. 

Levi dropped down into the chair across from his professor.

“What can I do for you, Levi?” he asked.

“Hey, Prof. I was hoping I could find a way to raise my grade before the end of the semester.”

His professor actually chuckled. Levi was pissed. This guy was an asshole.

“I’m sorry, Levi. It’s just too late for that.”

That was Levi’s cue. He popped the pill right in front of the professor.

“What the hell are you doing?” the professor asked, clearly confused and more than a little irritated.

“You’re about to find out.” This time, Levi was the one laughing.

Levi’s eyes began to glow a vibrant red. The red hue impacted Levi’s vision; everything around him looked warmer, redder than before. 

His professor looked shocked, then confused. Then he just looked. He stared into Levi’s eyes.

“That’s right, Prof. Take a load off. Just stare into my eyes for a bit.”

“Stare…” his professor muttered incoherently. 

“Yeah, just stare.”

“Just… stare…”

“You feel so relaxed. Your eyes are so heavy. If it weren’t for my vibrant eyes, you wouldn’t be able to stay awake. But you’re so transfixed on my eyes. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Transfixed.”

“Yeah, you’re in a trance.”

“A trance.”

“Good Prof.” Levi was smirking. He remembered the asshole professor chuckling at him. That was enough to piss Levi off. He’d do more than just get the man to change his grades. “You’re going to give me an ‘A’ at the end of the semester, understand?”

“I’m going to give you an ‘A’ at the end of the semester,” his professor repeated, his voice as vacant as his eyes.

“But you’re going to do a lot more than that for me. You like me a lot, don’t you, Prof?”

“Yeah.”

“In fact, you love me.”

The professor nodded, as if he was resisting just a little bit. Just enough to stop him from saying it.

“Say it. Tell me you love me.”

“I… I… I love…”

“Be a good boy for me. Say it.” Levi stood up and put his hand on the professor’s face, fingers rubbing his skin through his beard.

“I love you, Levi.”

“Good boy.” Levi kissed his professor, and he was surprised at how eagerly the professor kissed back. His professor wanted this. Maybe he really did love him. But Levi was running out of time. The pill would wear off any second. He needed to make sure he had the professor for good.

“You love me so much that you’ll do whatever I tell you from now on, understand?”

“Yes, Levi.”

“You’ll love me and obey me forever.”

“Yes, Levi.”

“Good boy,” Levi said.

He went in to kiss the professor again, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Levi reached down and began to grope his professor’s cock through his pants. It was hard, and it felt huge. Levi looked down and grinned.

Suddenly, he realized that the red hue had faded from his vision. The pills had worn off. For a moment, Levi was terrified. If his professor caught him this close, groping his cock, he’d be expelled.

But then the professor put his hand on Levi’s face, pulling him in for another kiss. And soon after that, the professor was kneeling before Levi, kissing Levi’s cock through his jeans. As Levi took in the bliss, the professor unzipped the jeans and pulled his student’s lengthy cock out of his pants. Hungrily, the professor sucked it, and Levi’s hand remained on the back of his head, guiding him the whole time. The professor was in love with his student. The professor was eager to obey.

The effects of the pill hadn’t lasted long, but the professor’s servitude would last forever.

Ethan woke in a haze.

His eyes were tired, his mouth had a strange taste lingering, and his ass was sore. And wherever he was, it wasn’t his room. He took in his surroundings. He was on the floor, but there was a bed in front of him. It was a hotel room. But why would he be in a hotel room?

The last thing he remembered was getting on the bus on his way home from work. There was a strange man who kept eyeing him… Did the man switch seats so he was directly across from Ethan?

Damn, his mind was just so hazy.

Then he heard the doorknob turning. Someone was coming into his hotel room. Or was it his? It wasn’t as if Ethan remembered checking in. It wasn’t as if he had a key card to the room. He had just woken up there.

His mind must’ve been cloudier than he thought, because it seemed only a second had gone by after he heard the door, and now a man was sitting on the bed, looking at him.

The man leaned forward, and Ethan heard a soft creak as the man’s leather jacket moved forward with him. Ethan vaguely recognized the man, though he couldn’t place why. And although Ethan was straight, he felt part of himself longing for this man. While part of his body rejected the idea, most of it grew a subtle arousal for the man before him. And then he remembered. This was the guy who eyed him on the bus.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice soft and deep; Ethan shuddered with the power of it.

“Who are you?” Ethan managed to force the words from his mouth.

The man laughed, deep and bellowing. Ethan found himself wanting to laugh along with the man. But he tried to focus: why was he here?

“You don’t remember me, boy?” The man said.

And the subtle arousal Ethan felt burst into deep pleasure as the man called him “boy.” He felt his cock hardening and lengthening in his underwear. This made him look down, and he suddenly realized that besides his underwear, he was completely naked.

“The bus…” he muttered.

“That all you remember, boy? Let me remind you.”

His piercing dark eyes turned bright, a faint, red glow lining them. Ethan felt his mind falling into nothingness. He felt his body moving on its own, crawling to the man. There was a faint red tint to Ethan’s vision, but he was still able to make out the man’s perfect features. How his hair rested so perfectly on his head as his beard perfectly lined his face. How his muscled rippled through the shirt underneath his leather jacket. How his bulge nearly broke through his jeans.

“Do you remember now, boy?”

Ethan felt pure with his hunger to serve now. He remembered following the man to the hotel room, confused but curious, and he remembered submitting quickly to the man’s controlling eyes. He remembered sucking the man’s thick cock, swallowing his cum as if it were the greatest gift he could ever receive. He remembered the thick cock breaking his tight ass, hard, fast thrusts forcing him to release guttural moans of ecstasy. He remembered the animalistic pleasure he felt in service of this man.

“I remember, Master.”

Weddings always suck when you don’t know anyone besides the couple.

I’m just sitting at my own table while everyone else enjoys the reception. I don’t know what to do. Luckily, a guy comes up to me. I would’ve preferred a woman, but he seems interesting enough.

“Hey there,” he says. He puts two glasses on the table, and I notice he has a bottle of wine.

“You got a whole bottle?” I ask laughing.

“Yeah, you looked bored and you didn’t have a drink. So I figured this”—he holds up the bottle— “would be the best remedy.”

He pours me a glass, and I see a faint green around the glass. It’s also on the watch he’s wearing on the arm that he’s holding my glass with. The green has to be a trick of the light.

“Here,” he says. He hands me the glass and pours one for himself.

I take it, glad to have a drink. It was an open bar, so I could’ve gotten something myself. But I didn’t want to make a fool of myself drunk, especially when I didn’t have anyone here to keep an eye on me.

“So you don’t know anyone else here? Besides the couple that is,” he asks. 

There’s something pointed about the way he asks the question. Like he’s making sure. Like he’s looking for someone who’s alone. 

“Yeah,” I say.

He nods, content with the answer. 

“So no one else has spoken to you?” 

I shake my head. It’s a strange line of questioning. This isn’t how I’d ever talk to someone I’d just met. But he’s being careful. It’s like he’s making sure no one will notice if I disappear. I try to stop being suspicious. He seems like a nice enough guy. I’m just being paranoid. Being in a place where I know no one has me on edge.

“Well, good thing I’m here then,” he says, grinning. “Drink up.”

We talk, chatting idly and drinking. After a while, I notice that the more I drink, the more that faint green appears around the wine, around his watch, and soon even around his eyes. There’s got to be something wrong with my vision. Either that, or I’m getting way more drunk than I realized.

And then suddenly, he’s pouring the last of the wine into my glass. His is still full. Wait, his is still full. Have I had the entire bottle?

“Wait, wait. Have I had the whole bottle?”

“You were thirsty.” He laughs. “No big deal. Finish up.”

I guess another glass won’t hurt. Before I know it, I’ve downed it, and he pushes his still-full glass in front of me. I down that too. Why am I doing this? Why are his eyes glowing such a bright green? I look down at his glowing watch. He does too.

“Oh, look at the time. It’s getting late. You’re too drunk to drive. Why don’t you come up to my hotel room?”

Part of me looks around and wants to disagree. The reception is still crowded. It can’t be that late. But he helps me up, and I just follow him along to his room.

We get inside the room, and he closes the door behind us.

“Finally, we’re alone,” he says. He looks so happy. “You know, this is the first time I’ve done this.”

I jerk my head toward him. “First time you’ve done what?”

Does he think we’re going to fuck? I’m straight. I mean, having sex with him wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. He’s really good looking for a guy.

He’s laughing at me. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

He moves toward me, pushes me against the wall, and starts kissing my neck. He moves from the center of my neck to the right side, traveling upwards until he’s sucking on my earlobe. 

This is my first time doing anything with a guy. But it feels good. 

He finishes sucking on my earlobe and licks his way to my lips, sliding his tongue inside before our lips touch for the first time.

So what if I’m straight? There’s nothing wrong with some fun.

I kiss him back, and we make out for what feels like hours. And as that time passes, our clothes seem to fade away. His tears his shirt off, and he unbuttons my shirt as I keep kissing him. And then we each take off our belts, and our pants slide down our legs. And he’s rubbing my hard-on, and I’m rubbing his. And we’re both wet and hot.

We slide our underwear off, and we’re naked. Then the kissing stops. He kneels down and starts sucking on my cock. A guy’s never sucked my dick before, but it can’t be that different from a chick sucking me off. But it feels so good. It’s like he knows everything about my dick. He knows just how to get me going, he knows the sensitive spots. And I feel so good.

Just as I’m about to cum, he stops. He stands back up and grins, like he knows he stopped the second before I burst.

“I’ll suck you off till you cum. All you have to do is suck me off first. Make me cum, and I’ll make you cum.”

I want to object. I’m straight, I don’t suck dick. But more than that, I want to cum. And I want him to make me cum.

I sink to my knees and put his dick in my mouth. And I suck, and it’s not so bad. In fact, I like it. In fact, I love sucking his dick. I love sucking dick.

“That’s right,” he says. “You love this now, don’t you?”

My mind pauses at the word “now,” but I don’t pause sucking him off. I don’t want to. I just want to suck his dick forever. 

“You’re a good little cocksucker now.” 

He laughs, and then he pauses to moan in pleasure. I’m good at this. And I love it. Damn, I really am a cocksucker.