Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John's boy. Matt is John's toy. Obey John. Please, John. Do what John says. Matt is John's boy. Matt is John's toy.
Matt mouthed the words once he was in the back room of the adult bookstore. He stood just inside the door while John made his way to the small room. There was a desk littered with papers and a computer, a couch with duct tape hiding tears, and a camera mounted on the wall.
The suction on Matt's nipples was a steady burn which Matt was trying to become accustomed. His cock raged and leaked continuously. He needed to please his master if he was going to get to cum. That was what John had told him. If he pleased his master, he could cum.
"Remember," John said turning with the long thin vibrator in his hand. "When I said I wanted to train you for anal orgasm?"
"Yes, Master," Matt remembered alright. It was such an odd thing. Matt wasn't sure it was possible. Though, if his master wanted it of him, Matt would make it so. He wanted to please his master.
"Good boy. You're such a good boy." John stated with such condescension.
Matt didn't care. He bathed in the praise. He needed the praise. The praise meant he pleased his master. How pathetic Matt realized he was at that moment. He could just start jerking off and be done with this. But no, no, no. He wanted to be a good boy.
"Strip for me boy," John ordered as he flipped the vibrator on in his hand.
Matt quickly de-pants himself. It wasn't hard since he was already hanging out. He peeled the tight shirt over his head and tossed everything to the floor. He eagerly awaited his master's next command.
John smiled then pointed to the touch. "On all fours like a good little boy slut."
Matt hesitated. "Master?"
John glared. "You're my boy slut, Matt." He announced. "Are you not going to obey me?"
"No, Master, I mean yes, Master, I mean." Matt was confused. He quickly made it to the couch. He got on all fours. "Yes, Master I will obey you. I am not gay though."
John chuckled. "I know boy slut." He said as he gripped Matt's ass.
Matt closed his eyes at the feeling of the strong hands on his meaty globes. His head fell and took a deep breath enjoying the feeling of his master's hands on his ass. His skin was electric. Any touch would feel good to him.
John pulled Matt's cheeks apart and spat. A glob of saliva landed on the puckered entrance. Matt shivered. He knew what was coming.
There was a pop of a cap. John produced a bottle under Matt's nose. "Breathe in deep boy slut," John ordered. "Don't stop breathing until I tell you to."
Matt did. Matt inhaled deeply in one nostril then the other. Again and again. He fluttered his eyelids. Matt felt the dizziness of the poppers. He also felt the pressure in his cock go down. Poppers made him soft. However, they only cranked up the horny.
"Good boy." John took the bottle away. "Nice and high boy slut?" John asked.
"Yes, Master," Matt replied drunkenly.
John chuckled, and another crack echoed in Matt's ears. Cool gel startled him as it dripped between his cheeks. "Hold them open for me boy slut," John instructed.
Matt lowered his chest to the cushions. Pain from his nipples shot through him "Ooohhh." He groaned as he pulled apart his ass cheeks.
"It's such a tight hole, Matt," John commented. "It pleases me that you let me play with Matt. That hole, its mine Matt. It's my hole to fuck Matt. It's my hole to fill Matt. Tell me what it is Matt." John urged in time with the beat in Matt's head. That music never seemed to go away.
"Yours, Master." Matt moaned as John penetrated his ass with a large finger. "Your hole Master. You fuck it, Master. It is yours, Master." Matt wiggled his behind as if to accentuate the point.
John laughed and spanked the flesh. Matt's ass jiggled, and it only sent a chill through Matt as John pumped his finger in and out of Matt's hole.
"Matt, who is your Master?" John cued.
"You are my Master," Matt responded as trained by the hypnotic music he had been fed steadily since the day he moved in.
"Good boy." John worked a second finger into Matt's asshole.
Matt hissed and pulled his cheeks apart farther. His useless cock had shrunk, but it leaked profusely, while John worked his hole. Matt buried his face into the cushion.
How had he gotten here? How had he come to enjoy the feeling of his master's fingers in his asshole? What was wrong with him? He wasn't gay.
"AAAAHHH!" Matt cried out into the couch cushion as something wider than his master's fingers popped past his anal ring.
"That's a good slut. Matt, you're such a good boy slut. You please me, Matt. It pleases me when you are a boy slut and let me play with your ass, Matt. It pleases me, Matt." John urged Matt further and deeper into submission.
Matt groaned and circled his hips. His cock was spreading useless pre-cum on the couch. John pushed the long vibrator into Matt. The curved end poked at him.
Matt arched his back when it hit his prostate. His limp dick twitched as John rubbed his prostate back and forth. "Ahh did I find the button boy slut?" John teased.
"Yes, Master." Matt agreed to turn to his face was no longer on the cushion.
"Do you want more poppers slut?" John asked.
"Yes, Master." Matt did. He wanted whatever his master wanted. He greedily inhaled the poppers as his master presented them to his nose.
Matt snorted hit after hit. He held his breath. He took deep inhales. He floated on air. His entire body tingled. His nipples ached. His cock pulsed weakly in its shrunken state. His balls were tight and heavier than they had ever been in his life.
His asshole was an exposed nerve. His master pushed that thin, bent, vibrator with the bulb end back and forth stroking his prostate. "Ohh, oohhh, oooohh." Matt moaned uncontrollably.
John laughed. "I haven't even turned it on yet slut." He teased.
With that, the vibration started, and Matt lost his damn mind. Matt pumped his hips as awkwardly as he could in the face down ass up position. With reckless abandon, he pumped his ass back and forth on the tiny invader.
John laughed harder. Matt's cheeks burned. He was extremely desperate for a release. The vibration and the pressure on his prostate felt like his cock would explode. "It will come out, but you won't get the pleasure you want," John explained. "I like you this way boy slut. I like you needy. I want you cum from anal only slut. You will do that because it will please me." John affirmed.
"Yes, Master. Yes. Master." Matt panted and stuffed his head back into the couch cushion. The pressure built higher and higher. Matt thought his balls would pop.
"You may release my boy slut," John said with nothing but pity in his voice.
