I pulled out my phone and begun typing out my txt to Lochy. “Hey dude, please “
in my haste I accidentally sent the message.
Steve noticed my interaction and got up from his seat and walked over to me. “now that definitely was a text, who was it to?” this time a bit of dominance in his voice.
“Look mate, can u just get this lock for me so I can get my smokes, im starting to get a little shitty now”
I tried to sound threatning.
Steve just smiled a rather cocky smile, walked over to his book shelf, grabbed something and then walked over to me.
My phone Vibrated in my pocket, but I didnt want to look at the message yet.
He stood at total a full 2 inches taller than me, and like me he had a slim build but with some more muscle.
His scruffy black hair that was just short of shoulder length waved slightly as he walked and I could smell the dirty musk on him that I hadnt noticed before, but as he was standing right infront of me, practically right in my face, I could smell it’s strong scent.
His not so clean-shaven face, deep brown eyes stared right through me
I backed a away a little, bumping into the door that was behind me. “What the fuck man?!”
and just as I finished my sentence he Pushed his palm as hard as he could right into my forehead, forcing the back of my head right into the door.
He removed his palm and took a few steps back with an evil-coy smile plastered across his face.
It felt like as if he had just smeared a warm liquid all over my forehead.
I looked down at my phone and saw my face in the reflection of the screen.
The warm liquid was blood, and there appeared to be some sort of small purple, amethyst shard poking out from my forehead.
Instinctively I touched it with my finger, the moment the contact was made my brain was bombarded with a deafening noise. I fell to my knees clutching at my head, my face facial expressions distorted in pain.
“Lesson number 1, You should try to touch the stone, coz you’ll feel that everytime, but the more you try, the more it’ll hurt, and eventually. It will kill you.” Steve said Darkly, looking down at my body on the ground.
As he spoke the noise and pain quickly faded, and I managed to get back up onto my feet, and now, I was more than mad… I was fucking pissed off!
“What the fuck is this shit huh?!” I yelled as I stormed towards him.
“Stop!” he commanded “I am your new Master and you will never harm me in any way, do you understand… me slave?” he continued.
I stopped dead in my tracks and my eyes widened.
Everything he just said, was replaying over and over in my head, each time it was travelling deeper and deeper into my sub-conscious.
He was right! How stupid was I to have wanted to harm my master?!
“My apologizes, Master” I said.
Even calling him ‘Master’ felt right, It was like he had awoken me from a horrible dream where I was some silly boy that had hopes and dreams, friends and such.
But I was glad that I was woken, because now I could live my life the way it was supposed to be.
“Come over here” Steve commanded.
I did as I was told, I waltzed over to him and stood there, about a foot away.
“Good, now, give me your phone”
“Yes master” I complied by unlocking it for him and handing him the phone.
He went straight to the messages and read the unread message from lochy, allowed so I could hear it.
“Doode” he begun in a lame ‘surfy’ accent. “I’m almost there, just get the fuck out of there!!!”
I chuckled lightly.
Steve beamed at me. “Whats so funny? Mutt.” he snapped
“Like I would want to leave my master” I said happilly.
Steve smiled and handed me the phone, that’s exactly right, now why dont you tell your pal, Lochy that you don’t want him to come here and that you’ll never see him again.
I typed out the message and sent it to him, It said. “Lochy, I dont wan’t you to come here and take me away from him, you’ll never see me again”
I showed my master the text and he tossed the phone to the side.
“Good work, Slave. Now as for your reward for doing the right thing, you get to do one of your most favourite things!”
My face lit up with excitement, I couldnt wait to do that thing that I always loved to do.
I searched my mind for my favourite thing to do, but there was nothing there but blank data.
“Umm Master, what is my most favourite thing to do?” I asked, Genuinely confused.
He smiled. “why you dont remember? Okay then, I’ll give you a hint. Here, get down on your knees and close your eyes.”
I was so excited, I couldnt wait to re-remember what my most favourite thing to do was.
Without wasting any time, I dropped to my knees and closed my eyes tightly.
Steve took off his shirt revealing a slightly tanned, hairy chest that had some damn nice sculpting.
He continued to untie his track-pants and dropped them as well as his Briefs to the ground.
He then slapped my face a little with his semi-hard 6” cock.
I recognised the feeling of a cock on my face and immediately remembered sucking a cock just last night, it was huge too.
I searched my memories a little more to find who the massive cock belonged to, but I couldnt remember much at all.
All I remembered was how much I loved to suck on it, and what happened when you sucked on it enough.
Perhaps the cock from my memories was my masters cock?
It would make sense seeing as he IS my master, and I have no other masters, never have and never will.
Thats it! The massive 8.5” cock in my memory must be my masters cock! And one of my most favourite things to do was to suck it!
I opened my mouth as Steve pressed his cock into my mouth, the head and shaft slit along my tongue and begun to make its way down my throat.
“hmmmm” I thought to myself, humming lightly. “This is the life”
I could feel his cock starting to swell up even more inside of me.
It’s hard to belive that it was only 6” when it was semi, and that it would gain and extra 2 and a half!
Steven glided his fully erect cock in and out of my mouth a little before pulling it out altogether.
“See slave? Now do you remember your most favourite thing?” he asked questioningly.
I opened my eyes and was greeted with a slick and shiny cock, a hairy mound of black pubes and some rather small balls. The cock was only 7” at best.
My smile faded a little.
“M…Master? Why isnt your cock bigger?” I asked Genuinely confused.
I saw him lift his knee as he kneed me in the cheek, knocking my head back and sideways a little.
Instinctively, I yelped out in pain and rubbed it a little.
“You think it’s small huh? Well let’s see how you can deal with it now” He said in a deep voice.
Clearly upset about my comment.
He forced his cock into my mouth again, grabbing the hair on the back of my head he face fucked my skull as hard as he could, pulling and pushing my head back and forth, meeting with his hard and deep thrusts.
The force is too much as my face is constantly being forced, hard into his patch of pubic hair and bone.
Something in my nose breaks and I manage to make a high-pitched whining sound as blood begins to run from it.
Steve notices this and pulls his cock out, a bit of my bloody dribbling off of it and onto the floor.
His face is purple with anger. “Now look what you’ve done you stupid fuck-toy! Take off your clothes and clean your stupid blood thats on the floor NOW!” he shouted his order making me a jump a little.
Quickly I de-robe so that there is nothing left on me and place them into a semi-neat pile next to the couch.
I then hurry over to the kitchen to grab paper towels before rushing back, bending over and beginning to wipe up the blood.