Is this my chance? Brad asked himself, as he came home to find no Eric. He figured he best stick to the routine, not knowing if somebody was watching, or if Eric was just testing him. So, Brad slipped out of his sweatpants and T-shirt, then put on his bright pink leggings, neon green crop-top sweatshirt, his adorable little pink sneakers, and out the door to go to the gym he went.
At the gym, Brad was doing a hard, sweaty workout when he noticed a few guys looking at him. Were they watching him, or checking him out? Both thoughts excited him. He shook the thoughts off, finished his cool-down run, and headed back to the tanning booth. Lying there with nothing on, feeling the warm lights on his smooth, toned skin, listening to the relaxing music, his mind drifted. He thought of being bent over the weight bench, and having a sweaty, hot body pressed against his. He felt his small penis strain in its cage. The timer sounded and snapped Brad back to reality. Brad couldn't believe the thoughts he was having but just tried to forget about it.
Back home, Brad found still no Eric. Was he really not coming home today? Brad started the shower, and stripped off his gym clothes. Opening the medicine cabinet to take out his nightly vitamins that Eric had been having him take for the last two months, he found a key to his cage. Surprise and relief sprung to his face.
After unlocking himself and returning the key, he stood there looking at his body in the bathroom's mirror. As he looked at his body, He noticed he had changed. The gym was working; he could see a six-pack growing; his body was tight and firm; his butt seemed to stick out a little bit more, and was even firmer than before. The tan he had gained just kind of made him glow. He noticed his face looked softer; talking to himself, his penis which wasn't very big, seemed to have gotten little smaller. His pecs seemed to be a little bigger, and in a different shape, more than just being toned.
He shook it off as his imagination, and stepped into the hot, steamy shower. Letting the warm water dribble down his body, rolling over every curve, he lathered himself up with a cherry blossom-scented body wash. After the long, hot shower, he placed his cage back on, slipped a yellow thong up tightly between his buttocks, followed by matching lace boyshorts and tank-top.
Then, after strutting into the living room, he realized he didn't know what to do with himself. For the last three months when he was home, he would have Eric's cock deep in one of his holes, or that beautiful cock in his hand, stroking it. Brad stopped himself, what I am I talking about? Some TV and some dinner-- that's what I need.
After a light dinner, he found he got lost in some online shopping that resulted in some new dresses and other clothing being bought. Before he knew it, it was bedtime, so out of the shorts and tank into a baby-tee and thong.
Brad tossed and turned through the night, and when he did get sleep, he seemed to dream about Eric's cock.
In the morning, Brad got up, dressed, and went about his day much like the last. He went like this for the next two days. He was glad it was Thursday, and after the gym, he was glad to go to work to keep himself busy, and hopefully, his mind off of cock.
What is happening to me? Brad thought.
At work, Brad confided in Cinnamon.
She laughed. "Sweetie, you're horny, you need that cock."
"What? No," Brad said.
"Yes, like it or not, you want that cock to get off. After work, go down to the sex shop two streets down. Get yourself a dildo, go home, and ride the shit out of it. You will feel better," Cinnamon explained.
Brad found himself in the parking lot of The Sex Shop after work, staring at the bright pink sign. He slowly walked in, looked around until he found the toys, and there it was-- a big, black suction-cup dildo. Brad swiped it up, and scurried to the register. The girl at the counter gave him a smirk, put it in a black plastic bag, and handed it back to him.
Thirty minutes later, Brad found himself at home, in the shower, bouncing on his new black friend, moaning and breathing heavily, as his little clit spasmed. He felt much better and relaxed, but deep down, still horny. What is wrong with me? he thought. What has happened to me?
He finished showering, then dressed in white short-shorts that had 'cum slut' written in pink across the ass, with a matching pink crop-top that ended just below his nipples. He swayed his way into the kitchen to make a salad and to watch some TV, hopefully keeping his mind off cock.
A few hours later, Brad found himself in his room, with the dildo stuck to the wall, bouncing his ass off of it, hard and fast. He felt like he had no control, like he was just a bitch in heat. Then the wave hit him; when it was over, he lay on the floor in a puddle of his cum. He managed to climb into bed, and quickly fell asleep.
