I guess I will start with the basics. My name is Jerrid. Currently, I am 5'2 and weigh about 130 pounds. I have blue eyes and a small frame. Physically that's about it. In the equipment section, I have a 7 and a half inch member that I keep shaved. The story really begins when I turn 19, it goes threw stages, but the setup requires a bit of years. If you want to skip ahead to the sex, find my 19th birthday.
Growing up was normal for me. Just like any boy, with one big difference. For as long as I can remember I've always been babysat by the same person; my father's co-worker, Derick. Nothing was odd about him at all, and he was always kind. He taught me about respect and obedience that I would never have found at home.
When I was about 16 years old, my parents moved away. I did not want to leave school so Derick offered to take me in. My parents have been friends with him since they were kids themselves, and had no qualms over me living there.
When I turned 17 I began to notice guys, and started feeling attracted to them. I have already had a few girlfriends at this point, and I have even slept with a guy or two. Derick taught me a great deal about respect, and sticking to what you are told. With this mentality school was always easy, specially with my male teachers.
Life continued as normal, but since I was no longer living at home I was to work off me living with Derick. He had me do chores and clean everything, which I tended to with the best of my abilities; I felt it was my responsibility as a growing adult.
During my 18th year of life, things began to change. Things changed so slowly that I did not notice them. Derick touched me more, caressed me, and made me feel so warm inside. It was around this time that I discovered that I was madly in love with Derick. No one could ever compare to him. He was majestic in every way. I was not doing chores because it was my responsibility anymore; I was doing them to please Derick. His displeasure made me so upset at myself, so angry at myself. He made me feel like nothing when he was angry or upset. He made me feel like I was worthless. I hated when he was displeased and did my very best not to. On my 19th birthday, my life became so much more. Derick asked me what I wanted for my birthday, at this point my parents no longer had any contact with me, Derick was my life. I replied with my one true wish, and that was to be as close to him as possible.
Derick is 42 years old, and 6 foot. He has dark, dark brown hair; almost black, and a soft short beard and piercing green eyes. His chest is thick, and his abs are made of stone. His legs are long and sharp, with perfect lines of muscle going down them. He has a firm hard ass, and perfect lines in his back. His feet are proportionate and angle at a medium arch. I have been his masseuse all my life; I knew each and every part of him. Today, finally, after my all my yearning, Derick asked me to take off my clothes so he could see me. I did as commanded, as I would always do with him. Trembling in nervousness, and not wanting to displease, I removed my shirt, my pants, and my underwear. He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer taking out a small silver box. While undressing he said, "Now Jerrid, if you really want to do this we need to discuss some things."
"You are now old enough to make this decision; this is why I have held back all these years. I needed to know how you felt, how you feel, and how you are going to feel. If you really want me to be close to you, you must always do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. If you accept this and still want to live here, you must only be my little boy." He got up and walked towards me, and gently started stroking my hair. "What I mean to say is, you will no longer be anything but my toy, and my servant. If you want me, and you want this to happen, you must agree."
