SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Chapter 1

My girlfriend, Kate, and I had been dating for about a year when she first began to discover her kinks. She had dated a few guys before me, but nothing long-term or as serious as our relationship. We were both 28, and neither of us had much sexual experience despite having very high sex drives. She was always eager to try new things and loved watching porn. She called it “doing research”. Kate would often show me videos of things she wanted to try, and I was always more than happy to try the various positions or role-play scenarios she asked me to. Our sex life was great, or so I thought.

One evening, Kate brought up the idea of my tying her up. She wanted me to tie her hands and feet to the bedposts and “spank her ass red”. This shocked me a bit. We had never tried bondage or bdsm before, and not only that, she tended to be the more in-control one in the bedroom. I was taken aback by her sudden desire to be helpless and submissive.

“Are you sure?” I asked, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

Kate rolled her eyes and smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I’d be more worried about these butt muscles hurting your hand.” She joked, taking my hand and wrapping it around her, placing it on her firm, thick ass.

I laughed, agreeing that her ass was getting tighter and thicker by the week. We had both recently joined a gym. As a skinny guy, I wanted to put on some muscle and finally be able to fill out my shirts. In the last few months, I had gone from 5’9″, 140 lbs to about 155. I was feeling amazing and more confident than ever.

Kate had joined the gym with me, but she had much less work to do. Her body was already perfect in my eyes, but she would tag along and do butt workouts from some Instagram accounts she follows while I lifted. At 5’7″, she liked to tease me, saying that if I kept working out, maybe I would finally be bigger than her. I would always stand up taller to make sure she knew I wasn’t shorter than her, but she would jokingly tell me that I’m lucky she isn’t wearing heels. One time, I joked back that she was lucky I wasn’t wearing heels, too. Making her laugh has always been the best part of our relationship.

So I tied Kate to the bed. Her hands were tied overhead, and her feet were tied together. She lay face down on the bed, giving me a perfect view of her amazing ass. I remember thinking how lucky I was to be able to touch her ass.

Kate wiggled her butt almost tauntingly, telling me, “Do your worst, baby!” I could hear her grinning into the pillow. I thought to myself how she seemed to be enjoying this more than I’d have guessed.

I straddled her legs, giving me a good angle of attack on her perfect butt. My hand swung up above my head and came smacking down. Not too hard, but hard enough to make her firm butt cheeks jiggle, and leave a soft pink hand print. My hand stung a bit, but it wasn’t too bad.

Kate giggled, “hmm you can do better than that, baby. What are you doing in the gym anyway?”

I laughed and said, “well there’s no spanking machine! But since you asked for it!”

My hand came down again, harder this time, leaving a redder handprint than before. This time, she clenched her butt cheeks right as my hand hit, and it stung much more than the first slap. “That’s all you got, big boy?” she said. This time, I could’ve sworn there was a hint of actual disappointment in her voice, even though I could still hear her smile into the pillow. I laughed nervously. I rubbed my hand to reduce the stinging and spanked her again; this time, I put everything I had into it. Again, she clenched her ass muscles hard, and my hand bounced off them, making a clear and loud smacking sound. My hand was now legitimately hurting, and it was almost redder than her ass cheeks. I started to realize Kate might have been right about her ass winning this battle.

Kate giggled again, “Ooh, I kinda felt that one, baby, that’s more like it.” And she started wiggling her ass, pushing it up towards me, almost begging for more. I rubbed my palm over my leg to ease the stinging sensation and laughed nervously.

“Damn, babe, your ass is so firm now that work is paying off!” I smacked her other cheek with my left hand to give my right a break, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful. Kate let out a giggle that evolved into a bit of a sigh.

“C’mon, harder!”

I used my right hand again. Smacking her ass as hard as I could three more times. By now, only a few spanks in, I realized I wasn’t cut out for this. Kate, however, is just getting started. “Yes, oh my god yes baby, show me who’s boss!” She taunts, wiggling her butt after every slap. I can tell she’s getting wet. I’m starting to get frustrated, and my hand is losing sensation. I blow on it to cool it down as it’s throbbing.

I spank her a few more times, but she can tell that I’m losing power. After about a minute, I give up. “Babe, I don’t think I can keep going; my hand is actually numb.” I start to blush a bit, realizing her off-the-cuff joke was actually coming true.

Kate laughed softly, but then sighed in frustration. “Ughhh, fine, it’s okay, baby. Do you want to use some of my hand cream? Untie me, and I’ll grab it.”

So I removed the restraints, and she got up, walking her perfect, red ass to the bathroom. She came back and tossed the hand cream to me, saying, “Will you be ready to go again soon?” I grimaced as I rubbed my hand.

“I don’t think so, baby. Can we just have regular sex? I’m not sure this is for me, sorry.” I looked up at her, appreciating her sexy body.

She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Fine, I guess.” And pushed me onto my back, climbing on top of my now rock-hard cock.

Kate rode me for about 3 minutes until I uncontrollably came. She seems proud of herself for getting me off that fast, but I could tell she wasn’t done with herself. “I have an idea,” she said, and went to grab her phone.

As she came back, she was typing something on her phone, barely noticing me lying on the bed. Suddenly, she smiled as if finding something, and climbed on top of me, facing my feet. Kate backed her ass up into my face and, with very little warning, plopped down on my face. I was taken aback long enough to forget that I had just cum inside her. I quickly realized when I felt her warm, wet pussy grinding on my mouth, and tasted my hot cum as she started finding her rhythm.

At first, I was a bit disgusted, but I felt like I owed her an orgasm at the very least, considering her first idea didn’t go as planned. So I stuck my tongue out and flattened it, giving her something to ride and cum on.

Although her thick ass cheeks covered my face, I could hear some sounds coming from her phone. It was quiet, but it sounded like smacking and moaning. At first, I thought she was watching regular porn, but then I heard a man’s voice say, “Be a good girl for Master, slut.” I realized Kate was watching some bdsm porn or something similar. As if on cue, she started grinding on my face harder and faster, her wet pussy rubbing my tongue and haphazardly grinding all over my face. Smearing our combined juices all over my chin and nose. I heard the girl in the video breathily say, “Thank you, Sir,” and just like that, my girlfriend started quivering on my face, putting her full weight on her ass as she smothered me and came. It felt like she was cumming for an eternity.

Kate eventually collapsed, rolling off my face. She looked over at me with a tired but satisfied look on her face. Her eyes glazed over, and a grin. “Ugh, that was hot, thanks, babe!” She said. I was pretty relieved I had made her cum despite not being able to follow through with the bondage she had initially wanted.

“So what was that you were watching?” I asked, with a face full of my cum and hers. She chuckled and hesitated.

Kate looked at me for a moment and laughed again, “ughhh don’t worry about it, baby, you did your part!” She said kindly, as though trying to avoid talking about it.

“Are you sure? It seemed like you really loved it.” I said, curious to see what she was watching.

“It’s nothing crazy; it was just something on Pornhub, baby, besides you might not be cut out for it.” She said playfully. “But that’s okay,” she said, leaning in to kiss me, “as long as you have this tongue…” She trailed off as we made out for a bit, ending with her biting my tongue with a playful smirk. As she got up off the bed, I watched her walk away, the red handprints I left on her ass cheeks already almost faded, and I was reminded of my hand still throbbing.

I didn’t know it yet, but I would look back on this night as the night that started it all.

Chapter 2

Over the next several weeks, I started noticing some changes in Kate. She was still very playful and friendly, and by all accounts, our relationship was great. But our sex life seemed off. On the surface, it was good; we still had sex nearly every day, but Kate seemed less and less interested in normal sex. She kept putting my hands on her neck or telling me to go faster or harder. It was as though she craved being used and manhandled. Although I had been getting stronger, I wasn’t quite big enough to easily toss her around, and it felt like Kate was beginning to notice.

At the same time, Kate was spending more and more time in the shower and in our bedroom alone. Looking back, it was obvious, but at the time, I didn’t realize how much she was masturbating and watching porn by herself.

It wasn’t all bad, though. We kept going to the gym consistently, and both continued to see great results. I was now up to 160 lbs., and Kate’s ass was bigger and firmer than ever. And her confidence had never been higher. When we first began our gym journey, she would dress rather conservatively and get uncomfortable if the gym was busy. But now she was wearing form-fitting shorts and sports bras, regardless of how busy the gym was. I would often catch myself staring at her as she did deadlifts or kickbacks, and I caught a couple of other guys doing the same. I couldn’t blame them; she looked amazing. I told her I was proud of her and so attracted to her. She blushed and kissed me hard and deep.

Our gym experience was entirely positive, but mostly uneventful. That was until we met Jordan and Claire.

Kate was working out one day and struck up a conversation with Claire about a piece of equipment they both needed. Seeing as they both had phenomenal asses and clearly similar goals, they quickly became friends and gym partners. This was nice for me, since our schedules didn’t always allow us to work out at the same time, so if I couldn’t make it, Kate and Claire would go together.

I met Jordan in the locker room, and although I’ve never been into guys, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. The man was 6’3 and must’ve weighed at least 250 lbs., all muscle. And despite him actually being a few years younger than me at 25, he dwarfed me.

One day, a few days after Kate met Claire, I walked into the locker room and looked around for an empty locker. It was somewhat busy, but there was one near the end of the locker room that no one had taken yet. Right as I was about to open it, a deep voice from behind me said, “hey that’s my locker!” I turned around to see Jordan’s huge frame walking towards me. I was initially annoyed but knew better than to start a fight with this guy. Jordan was walking back from the showers, wearing nothing but a towel. He was so big that it looked like a washcloth hanging loosely around his waist.

“Umm, sorry, man, didn’t see any other open ones,” I said sheepishly.

He grinned cockily, like someone used to getting what he wanted. “That one down there is open, but this one’s mine,” he said. He smirked as I bent down and got on my knees to put my bag in a small footlocker on the bottom level. As I got up, I realized he was using a different locker, not even the one I wanted to use. He chuckled as if proud of himself, “Ha-ha, just kidding, man, this one is all yours if you want it!” And clapped me on the back. “You’re Kate’s boyfriend, right?”

Annoyed at being bullied by a guy I had never met, I grabbed my stuff and put it in the bigger locker. “Ummm, yeah, how did you know that?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, my friend Claire told me about you guys.” He said, much friendlier now that he had played his childish joke.

“Oh, you must be her boyfriend, Dan, then?” I asked, extending my hand to meet his.

“No, but I know him too!” He said with a knowing smile and reached out to shake my hand. In doing so, his towel fell to the floor, revealing the biggest cock I had ever seen. Flaccid, it was at least as big as my fully hard dick, meaning it was over 5 inches soft. He didn’t seem too concerned and chuckled again, as though it was a prank. “Whoops, sorry about that, ha-ha! I’ve been saying they need bigger towels!” He grinned as he didn’t let go of my hand with his firm handshake. I remember thinking he must be a competing bodybuilder since his whole body was shaved perfectly smooth, making him look like he was chiseled from marble.

“Umm, haha, how do you know Claire and Dan then?” I asked. Trying and failing to ignore the huge naked man in front of me. I must have been turning red.

“Oh, I’ve been training Claire and Dan for a while.” Pausing slightly before the word training. “I’m Jordan.” He said. Finally releasing my hand.

“Kevin,” I responded. Glad to be free of his vice grip. As he turned around to pick up his towel, I thought, of course, he trains Claire, his butt cheeks are even bigger than hers. As he bent down, I couldn’t help but glance at his smooth, muscular ass. Although every muscle on his body was huge, Claire and Kate only focused on his ass. “So, you must be a trainer here then?” I asked, awkwardly, as I sat down to tie my shoes.

Jordan turned around, and I regretted my decision to sit down to tie my shoes as his huge cock now flopped only a foot or two away from my head. He seemed not to notice and said, “nah I make way too much money at my day job for that.” he chuckled, “I just like helping out my friends, ya know?”

As he said that, he put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it; it must have felt tiny compared to his huge shoulders. “Wouldn’t mind giving you some tips either, I specialize in… beginners.”

I wanted to tell him I knew what I was doing and wasn’t a beginner; I had put on 15 lbs. of muscle after all. And the way he said it sounded kind of condescending, but he clearly was more experienced, and I didn’t want to be rude for some reason, even though he had been rude to me a couple of times already. Instead, I asked him, “How long have you been working with Claire’s boyfriend, Dan? Has he seen any progress?”

“Oh, he’s seen loads of progress.” Jordan chuckled. “I’d show you some before and after pics, but I’ll respect his privacy.” He smirked again. “Let’s just say he’s had at least a 40 lbs transformation in the last year. And he was in pretty damn good shape to begin with.” His eyes looked like they were laughing. “What do you weigh, like 150?” He asked, giving my arms another squeeze with his big hands.

“160 actually,” I said, almost too quickly. Jordan raised his eyebrows slightly as though mildly surprised.

“No shit? Well, I could all but guarantee a 30-40 lbs. change in the next 6 months if you follow my instructions.” He said, giving my arm a playful shake. “And since you and Kate are friends of Claire’s, no charge!”

Although I felt slightly emasculated, I was actually quite taken aback by his generosity. And being 190-200 lbs. was pretty close to my goal weight. “Wow, that’s pretty generous of you!” I spoke. “That sounds pretty extreme though, 40 lbs. in 6 months?”

“Well, it involves a diet and supplement plan, but it wouldn’t be anything Dan hasn’t done.” He said, finally starting to put on his gym clothes. Not having met Dan, I was curious to hear more, but Kate had mentioned that Claire’s boyfriend had gone through a pretty extreme gym transformation himself, so I was intrigued. “Tell you what,” he said, sensing my apprehension, “how bout we work out together today? I’m in no rush!”

“Yeah, I could do that!” I said, less reluctantly than I felt. I almost felt scared to disagree with Jordan.

As I followed him out onto the floor, I remember being glad that Kate and Claire had worked out earlier that day, as I somehow didn’t want Kate and Jordan to meet. I’m not really the jealous type, but I didn’t want to take any chances. “Okay, buddy, so what we’re gonna do today is just get an idea of your strength level today, so that I know what I’m working with.” I nodded silently.

We walked over to the bench press. I was hoping we’d avoid this one since it’s not my best. But Jordan insisted. We put 135 on the bar, and I hit about 4-5 reps. Jordan seemed impressed. So we put my bodyweight on the bar. 160lbs. I couldn’t even get the bar off my chest. No matter how many “C’mon buddy’s” Jordan said. I couldn’t do it. I started getting annoyed, as after about 10 seconds, I clearly wasn’t going to get it.

Jordan seemed disappointed, and I couldn’t tell if I was red in the face from embarrassment or from trying to push as hard as I was. “That’s failure,” Jordan said. “But don’t worry, I want you to get used to that. Failure is a good thing.” The bar was making it difficult to breathe.

“Can you get this thing off of me yet?” I gasped, started to get pissed.

“In a second, this is part of the process. The more comfortable you are being trapped and stuck under the bar, the more willing to push yourself to the limit you’ll be.” He said, looking down at me, smirking.

I realized I was pinned, seeing as Jordan had set up the safety bars on either side, I couldn’t just tip the bar to the side and escape. As this realization set in, I saw Jordan look up and jerk his chin up in a greeting motion toward a couple of girls walking past. “Hey Jordan!” One of them said playfully. “Fresh meat?” She asked, giggling.

“Ha-ha, you could say that,” he said, ignoring me at this point. “Just breaking him in, we all start somewhere.” The girls laughed and kept walking, whispering to themselves.

“Can you fucking help me now??” I gasped, ready to finally be let go. Jordan looked offended.

“Hey, c’mon buddy, no need for that. Tell you what. If you ask nicely, I’ll let you go early.”

I took as deep a breath as I could to stay calm. Red in the face, I muttered, “Fine, can you please help this bar off me?”

Jordan chuckled and easily lifted the bar off my chest. “There, easy!” he said.

I lay on the bench, gasping for air. Still annoyed at his lack of respect for my safety.

However, the rest of the workout was fairly normal, and I did actually learn quite a bit. By the end, my anger had passed, and I was actually feeling really good.

As we were leaving, he reached into his bag and gave me a bottle of pills. “Here, take these supplements. Don’t worry, they aren’t steroids, but they’ll definitely give you the edge. Same ones I gave Dan.” I looked at the bottle. It was totally blank.

Sensing my concern, Jordan comforted me, “It’s just some vitamins, some creatine, and a bit of protein. Perfectly safe. I take a similar version myself.” That made me feel a lot better. “See you tomorrow, same time?” he said.

“Yes, sir!” I said, giving him a quick salute. He laughed, driving off in his expensive looking suv. I got in my 2004 Honda Civic and blasted the AC.

Chapter 3

Over the next few weeks, I started seeing very good results at the gym, and Kate began to look better than most Instagram fitness models. Almost every night now, she would sit on my face and watch porn, bringing herself to earthshaking orgasms on my tongue.

Being a bit stronger now, I offered to try the bdsm thing again. But she politely refused, telling me she wants to do something we both like. I wasn’t complaining, as far as I was concerned, her ass on my face was heaven.

We got into a routine where Kate and Claire would work out in the morning and catch up, while Jordan and I would work out at night after work. It seemed to work, and Kate was enjoying having a new friend, especially since they had so much in common. Despite the two of them being such close friends, I still hadn’t met Dan. He was often busy with work, apparently working 70-80 hour weeks these days. But Claire joked that the extra money was nice.

Jordan was still a bit of a cocky asshole, but I couldn’t deny his methods worked. I was up to 165 lbs and feeling stronger than ever. It was kind of annoying how popular Jordan was with the women at the gym, but it wasn’t surprising; he was tall, jacked, and good-looking. It was pretty common for him to ignore me for 5-10 minutes at a time to talk to girls, but he still made sure I did every rep. Part of me thought he was using me as a prop to seem even more muscular and tall by comparison. I told myself I was imagining it.

After a month, I had grown to almost 170 lbs. and was showing no signs of slowing down. Jordan was pleased with my progress. He mentioned how I had gained 10lbs since he met me, and that he was proud of me. I beamed.

“See? My methods work. I know I can be a bit of a taskmaster, but it’s for the best, don’t you think?”

We stood in the locker room after our workout, looking at our results. I flexed my tricep and said, “Can’t argue with that!” He chuckled, flexing his own, much more impressive bicep.

“Exactly, if you stick with me, you’ll have the body you deserve!” Jordan slapped me on the ass. “Hey, let’s hop in the shower real quick while we chat about my plans for you.”

As we walked to the shower, I was keenly aware of how we looked next to each other. Confronted with mirrors on several walls, I was reminded that his cock was much bigger than mine, my dick not even going past my balls. For that matter, even his balls were much bigger than mine, and his cock hung several inches past them. I hoped he wouldn’t notice, but he must have seen me blushing. He laughed but didn’t say anything. I hurried to change the subject.

“Hey, so what’s the deal with you shaving everything by the way?” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t sound weird.

He laughed through his nose and said, “waxed actually, helps the muscle show a lot better, and the chicks love it. You should actually do the same, I bet Kate wouldn’t complain.” He said, grinning.

“I don’t know, I’m not really planning on doing any bodybuilding shows or anything, it seems painful.”

“Haha, don’t be a pussy, man. I’ll give you the card of the place that waxes me. They’ll do you right.” He replied. Giving my head a playful ruffle.

“I guess I’ll think about it,” I said sheepishly.

“Good.”

Jordan turned on the shower and began soaping up his perfect body as I stood, shivering, waiting for the water to warm up. The cold made my dick shrivel up even more, and I put my hands over it while I waited. As I cupped my dick and balls, I noticed that they felt slightly smaller. “Must be the cold,” I thought to myself.

“Now,” he said, “you’ve seen some good progress over the first month, but I’m not satisfied yet, and you shouldn’t be either.”

He looked at me as if expecting a response. “I want to keep going,” I said, still shivering.

“Good.” He turned away from me and soaped up his leg, bending over, I could see he had no body hair anywhere. Even his taint as an ass crack was perfectly smooth. I found myself jealous, wishing my body were as flawless as his. “I brought some supplements to replace the first bottle I gave you. This is the next step. These are a little stronger now that you’re a little bigger, but don’t worry, they’re perfectly safe.”

“What do they do?” I asked, the water warmed up, and my shivering stopped.

“Nothing crazy, just a bit higher doses of some stuff and some different ingredients. But remember, just do as I say, and your body will thank you.”

“Umm, okay, sounds good. Anything else?”

“Well, I know I said I’d help you out free of charge, but this stuff ain’t exactly cheap. And I am giving you a lot of my time…” he said glancing over at me.

“Oh, I can throw you a couple bucks, no problem, dude! You’ve definitely got a lot, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful. Do you have Venmo?” I asked.

“Nah, don’t worry about that yet, tell you what. If, by the time the 6 months are over, you’re satisfied with the results, I’ll send you the bill. If not, no worries.” He said, smirking.

I chuckled, “haha cool! How much do those supplements cost anyway?”

“Well, my company makes them, so I don’t pay a dime, but don’t worry about that. Just focus on following my instructions, and you’ll be happy.” He said confidently.

We dried off and got dressed. He tossed me a new bottle. “Take 2 of these a day for the next 5 months,” he said.

The pills were bigger, and there were more of them. “Roger that,” I said, and we said our goodbyes.

As I arrived home, I saw Claire’s car sitting in the driveway. I walked inside to see Kate and Claire both drinking wine, feet curled up, facing each other on the couch. Kate seemed surprised to see me. “Oh, hey Kev, how was your workout with Jordan?” She smiled.

“Oh, you know, just as tough as ever, he said I’m ready for the next step, though, so that’s cool,” I said, heading to the kitchen to take my first supplement pill and make a shake.

Claire chimed in, “Looking good, Kevin! You must be doing everything Jordan says!” I chuckle.

Kate playfully slaps her friend’s shoulder, “hey he’s mine! Don’t flirt with him!” They both laugh.

“Girl, I’ve seen how Kevin looks at you. Don’t worry, he’s in love,” Claire responds.

“She’s right, babe!” I say from the kitchen. It still felt good to get a compliment from a woman about my body, though. It must be how Jordan felt.

Claire turns her attention back to Kate. “Anyway, we’ll continue this conversation in the car; we should get going soon!” She started getting up.

“Where are you two going?” I asked. Curious, as it was a Thursday night.

“Claire wants to check out this new bar thingy, babe, and she’s so bad she convinced me to call in sick tomorrow. But it sounded too fun to pass up. We’d have invited you but…I mean, Dan isn’t going to be there, he’s busy working, and you have to work tomorrow too, right, babe?”

I noticed that as they stood up, they were both dressed up, wearing tight dresses. Kate turned around to grab her phone, and her ass looked jaw-dropping. “Put your tongue away, you perv!” Claire chided, laughing. “Don’t worry, she’ll behave herself, I’ll take good care of her!”

Feeling a bit of FOMO, I laughed, “That’s okay, have fun, ladies!” The wine must have kicked in because they both burst out in giggles as they made their way to the door. I smiled and shook my head as they left. Kate and I traded quick “love you” as the door shut.

I took the first pill of my new regimen. It was harder to swallow, but I choked it down. After chugging the shake, I went to the bathroom. As I pulled out my dick to take a piss, I was once again struck by the idea that it was slightly smaller than before. “Can’t be.” I thought, probably just the rest of me is getting bigger.

That night I slept like a baby. When I woke up, Kate wasn’t there. The bed was still empty. I had a moment of panic before checking my phone and seeing the text.

A wave of relief washed over me, and I got out of bed and went down to the basement to begin my workday.

Chapter 4

The workday was uneventful. Several meetings. And more than several emails. I was looking forward to my evening workout with Jordan. Despite his teasing and light bullying, I actually enjoyed our workouts. And they were definitely working. Finally ready to be out of my stuffy basement, I was lucky enough to work from home, so I went upstairs to change into my gym clothes when my phone buzzed. It was Kate.

“Hey, babe, sorry but I won’t be home tonight, you’re on your own for dinner me and I am going out again, don’t wait up.”

Somewhat annoyed, I opened the freezer, not much to put together. Kate was a much better cook than I ever was. So I resigned myself to a shake and my second pill of the day.

After chugging the shake, I put my shoes on and started driving to the gym. By the time I got there, it was a bit late, and, being Friday night, it wasn’t very busy. I didn’t see Jordan’s huge shiny SUV in the parking lot, so I assumed I had beaten him to the gym.

After changing and warming up, I went to the scale to weigh myself. 164 lbs. I was confused. The scale was certainly broken. I went to another scale to test my theory. 163.9. Confused, I went to the mirror to see if I looked any smaller. Maybe a bit, but it wasn’t noticeable. I shrugged it off and sent Jordan a text.

I waited about 15 minutes for a reply.

Legs again. When we started working out, we did a lot of upper body, but for the last week or so, we’ve been doing legs almost twice as much as all upper body combined. Jordan said it’s because the legs have bigger muscles, and we need to focus on them to gain more weight and overall size.

Disappointed that Jordan bailed on our workout without even an explanation, I began hitting legs. The leg workouts had become increasingly difficult, and with the extra sets, I could barely walk as I left the gym.

When I got home, I remembered my girlfriend was out for the night, and feeling too tired to cook just for myself, I had a handful of nuts and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed once again. My annoyance was slightly greater this time. I check my phone and see another text from Kate. It was sent only a few minutes ago.

Now I was pretty pissed. Not even a phone call? I decided to wait to calm down a bit before responding when I got a call from Jordan.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Kev, buddy. Are you busy this weekend?”

“Well, I guess not, just got a text from Kate, apparently she and Claire are going to a friend’s house this weekend.”

Jordan chuckled. “Damn, they didn’t even invite you? Oh well, since you’re free, you can do me a favor!”

“Umm, favor? Whatcha need, man?”

“Well, you know my G wagon?”

“Umm…?” I was confused.

“My car, dumbass.”

“Ohhh yeah, your SUV.”

“Yeah, so I’m potentially selling it, and have a guy coming early Monday to look at it. But I’m out of town, so I won’t have a chance to clean it. And it needs to be spotless.”

He paused as if expecting me to offer. “Umm, you want me to clean it?” I asked.

“Duh, that’s why I’m calling.” He seemed impatient.

“I mean, I don’t really know how to clean a car…” I started, but he cut me off.

“Just use the soap and brush in the back of the trunk, and water from the hose. The car is in the driveway. I’ll be back Monday, so no rush, but make sure it’s done by Sunday night.” There was a brief silence, “Kev?”

“Umm, yeah, I guess that’s cool, no problem.”

“Alright, good, knew I could count on you! We’ll get back to working out on Monday. Oh, and go ahead and take 3 of those pills today. If you lost some weight, it might be good to up the dose.”

His arrogance took me aback; it kind of bugged me that he didn’t even ask. He basically just told me to clean his car. But I suppose he was doing me an even bigger favor by training me and giving me supplements without even expecting anything in return. “Umm, okay, will do!” I said, maybe a bit too friendly, trying to hide my irritation.

“Atta boy, remember, spotless!” And hung up.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I went to the kitchen, opened my bottle of pills, and took another one since it was almost noon. This weekend was not going to be as relaxing as I’d hoped, but I suppose helping him with the car was the least I could do.

I spent about an hour scrolling through my phone and watching TV. I was so bored that I was considering getting a head start on Jordan’s car when my phone lit up. It was Kate, she was calling.

“Hey, babe!” I said, trying to hide my annoyance with her.

“Omg, baby, hey, sorry I didn’t call earlier, but I was feeling a bit hungover after the last couple of nights, ha-ha. Baby Claire knows how to party!” I could hear Claire saying something in the background, and Kate giggled.

“Oh yeah, how were the last couple of nights? You two have fun?” I asked.

“Oh my god, it was so much fun, baby, exactly what I needed! But Claire’s friend…uhm…Jake has a place up north, and apparently, it’s super nice, like tons of toys, jet skis, and all that. He was so nice and offered for us to come up and check it out, we couldn’t pass it up!” She sounded a bit tipsy still, but maybe that was just the hangover; her voice was also a bit raspy.

“Wow, that sounds fun, wish I could come with!” I said, trying not to sound too passive-aggressive.

“Oh, I know baby me too! But Dan has to work this weekend, and I didn’t want Claire to feel like a 3rd queen, you get that right?” She said as though I would obviously understand.

“Well, it sounds like Dan deserves a weekend off if I’m being honest,” I said, only half joking. I heard Claire laugh in the background and realized I must be on speakerphone.

“Nooo, he’s such a workaholic, he loves his job.” Kate said, “Jobs.” She corrected herself as Claire said something in the other room.

“Anyway, what are you going to do this weekend?”

For some reason, I didn’t want to tell her I was going to wash Jordan’s car. It felt embarrassing, but I couldn’t say why. “Oh, you know, just kind of relax, I guess.”

“Oh?” Kate perked up. “Well, baby, can I actually ask you a favor?” She said, putting on her cutest voice, the one she uses when she wants me to do something for her.

I sighed, my face away from the phone, trying to sound chipper. I responded, “yeah what’s that, babe?”

“Well, I actually had some chores I was going to do, but now I won’t be there to do them.” She said in her cutesy voice. “Can you do them this weekend? I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

I was officially annoyed at this point, but kept my cool. I took a big, deep breath. “Yeah…yeah, I…sure, send me the list, I’ll try to do it.”

“Yay, omg babe, you’re the best. I love you!!! Okay, I’ll text you the list. Thank you so much! Okay, I’ll talk to you when I get home, baby. Love you!” She hung up the phone, cutting off her voice abruptly. Within minutes, she began texting me chores. Laundry, vacuum, dust shelves, change bed sheets, the list kept coming. I gained an appreciation for all she did each week. But I was still annoyed that my weekend of relaxation turned into a long list of chores and washing Jordan’s car.

Realizing I didn’t have much time to get everything done before Sunday night, I got up and got to work.

Chapter 5

The weekend flew by. I barely had a chance to sit down. I made two mistakes when washing Jordan’s car.

The first one was that I didn’t realize how hot it was going to be, and since his car wasn’t parked in the shade, I was sweating my ass off.

The second mistake was thinking it would be quick. The tool he gave me was his car with was tiny, smaller than the palm of my hand. I texted him asking if he had anything bigger, and he replied that the brush is the only one he wants used. It took me almost 4 hours to clean his car, but by the end, I was pretty satisfied I had done a good job. But I must have sweated out a gallon of water.

I drank from the hose and tried to replenish my liquids, but I had a headache and was extremely tired. I went home, promising myself I’d finish all the household chores on Sunday.

It was all I could do to take my 3rd daily pill before collapsing in my bed and falling asleep.

I must have forgotten to set my alarm because by the time I woke up on Sunday, it was already afternoon. Nearly 2:30. I checked my phone; Jordan had responded with a thumbs-up emoji to the picture of his spotless car that I sent him. It kind of stung that he didn’t even say thank you. But I brushed it off.

I looked outside and saw that it was raining slightly, damn it. I was supposed to mow the lawn today.

I started doing the laundry, the bed sheets, and dusting. Realizing the list Kate had sent me was over 10 chores long, I started to panic. I might not actually be able to do all of this today. Fuck, if only I hadn’t had to clean Jordan’s car yesterday.

The rain didn’t let up; I definitely wasn’t mowing the lawn today. That was my chore normally anyway, hopefully Kate would understand.

It was getting late; the laundry was done, as were the dusting and vacuuming, but the bathroom hadn’t been cleaned, and the lawn hadn’t been mowed. Once again, beyond tired. I fell asleep.

I hadn’t slept long before I heard my front door open. It must have been Kate. Another quiet voice whispering let me know Claire was also here. Kate cracked the door open, “Psst, baby? Are you awake?”

I groaned, still half asleep. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Oh, good!” She opened the door, letting the light in the room as I squinted against it.

“Welcome home, babe,” I muttered, turning over and hoping to fall back asleep.

“Ummm, babe, can you do me a favor?” There was that cutesy voice again. I grunted, prompting her to continue.

“Claire is super tired, and we’ve been soooo busy all weekend. Would you please be an absolute saint and crash on the couch tonight so she and I can sleep in here?” She asked, pouting. Another wave of annoyance ran over me.

“Ugh,” I said. But not wanting to fight in front of Claire I gave in with a sigh “fine, gimme a sec.”

Kate beamed. “Omg you’re the best.” She said. And motioned for Claire to come in. I got up out of bed and left the room after kissing my girlfriend on the cheek. I was half asleep, but I could’ve sworn Claire said: “told ya.” Right as the door to our bedroom was closing.

I made a bed for myself on the couch. And went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early to go to work. I took my pill, had a light breakfast, and went downstairs.

Around noon, I heard Kate and Claire walking around upstairs and laughing. The front door opened and shut, and Claire must have left. Feeling hungry, I went upstairs. Kate was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone. “Hey, babe.” She said without looking up.

“Hey, baby, how was your weekend?” I asked. Genuinely curious.

She smiled and looked up. “Oh. My. God.” It was so amazing! Claire is so fun, and oh my god, Jo-, uh, Jake’s mansion is sooooo cool!”

“Who is Jake anyway?” I asked, “Claire hasn’t ever mentioned him.”

“Oh, he’s just a friend of hers, well, I guess friend is the right word.” She trailed off in thought. Then snapped back to reality. “But he’s so nice! He was very generous. He paid for everything, and he has a couple of staff at the house too, like butlers, kinda. We didn’t have to lift a finger.” She threw her head back, grinning ear to ear, “Ugh, it was so nice just to relax and have fun like that.”

I was now quite jealous. I make decent money, but I’m definitely no millionaire, and I wish I could have had this experience with Kate. “Well, if he invites you back over, maybe we can both go?” I asked

She grinned and looked at me, “Yeah, definitely! As long as you follow his rules, I’m sure he loves to have you!” she said.

“Rules?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it, just rich guy shit, you know how much of control freaks they can be.” To be honest, I didn’t, I didn’t know many rich people personally. “Anyway, we have to get invited back first.” She said as though to end the conversation. “How was your weekend, baby? Did you do the chores?”

I sighed, “I tried, I got most of them done, but couldn’t finish the lawn or the bathroom. It was raining, and I got busy.”

Kate sighed; now her turn to be annoyed. “I thought you weren’t doing anything this weekend. Ugh, now we have to go another week with a dirty bathroom?”

“Well, I was going to have more time but…” I trailed off, realizing that I hadn’t told Kate about cleaning Jordan’s car.

“But what?” She looked right at me.

“Well, I mean, I had to help Jordan out with his car.”

Kate looked confused, “What do you mean?”

“Well, he needed me to clean it since apparently he was out of town this weekend as well. And he’s selling it today.” I admitted.

Kate looked surprised, her mouth opening slightly before breaking into a shocked smile. “Oh!” she said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

She hesitated, “Oh, nothing, that’s okay. I suppose you do kind of owe Jordan for how much he’s been helping train you,” she said. “In fact, that really is the least you could do, considering how much of his time he’s given you.”

I was relieved, for some reason, I was ashamed of washing his car and thought Kate would think it was weird. “Yeah, I know, right? He’s been super helpful!”

“Yeah, definitely,” she said, looking at her phone and typing. “It would probably mean a lot to him if you offered to help him out in other ways. Claire said he’s really busy, so it’s kind of a big deal how much he’s been helping you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “He does alright for himself,” thinking maybe I do know someone who is pretty rich. His car was certainly worth much more than mine. “I’m sure he has help.”

“Yeah, but it’s the thought that counts, baby!” Kate said, setting down her phone and kissing me. “Don’t be selfish!”

“Self-” she cut me off with another kiss. Her lips had an unfamiliar taste.

“Seriously, babe, just text him now. Ask him if he needs any more help.” She said, giving me one last peck on the cheek before heading to the kitchen to make her lunch.

As I went back downstairs, I pulled out my phone. Coincidentally, Jordan had already texted me about half an hour ago.

Weirdly, I was actually kind of proud of a job well done.

I shot back.

He must have had his phone open cause he replied almost instantly.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, another leg day. I walked down the stairs and went back to work.

Chapter 6

As I pulled up to the gym, Jordan was already there. He was leaning against the side of a brand-new-looking sports car.

“Damn nice ride!” I said.

He laughed and slapped the hood, “knew you’d like it, not as much car to clean!” He joked and slapped my back. I chuckled half-heartedly, not wanting to admit how hard I worked cleaning his last car. “Anyway, let’s go in.”

Once inside, we head to the locker room. It’s a lot less busy than normal, and I’m kind of thankful. I’m looking forward to a good workout and don’t need any distractions.

As we get undressed, I try once again not to admire Jordan’s flawless body. I look down, and now I’m struck by the undeniable fact that my dick is definitely slightly smaller than it was before. I never had a huge dick, but for some reason, my flaccid dick was way smaller than ever. Realizing I hadn’t had sex in several days, I had no idea if my dick was smaller while hard, too. Jordan must have seen me looking down. Cause he chuckled and said, “Looks like the pills are working!” I was stunned.

“Umm, what the fuck?” I blurted out in a panic.

“Calm down, buddy, it’s okay!” Jordan said, still naked. He put his hand on my shoulder. He seemed to read my mind. “It doesn’t make your dick actually smaller, it just makes it smaller when it’s soft. In fact, it actually makes it a bit bigger when it’s hard!” He said as though trying to cheer me up.

“What the fuck, why didn’t you tell me this?” I asked, outraged.

“Hey, don’t raise your voice!” Jordan commanded. “You’re really going to yell at me after all I’ve done for you?”

My face was red, “I… I wasn’t… I mean, c’mon, man.”

“Listen, take a seat,” he said, more like an order than a request. “Does my cock look small to you?” he asked.

I didn’t want to look right at it, but it was barely a foot from my face. “Umm, no, I guess not,” I mumbled.

“Exactly. So chill out. Basically, the pills just divert blood flow to your muscles, specifically muscles in the pelvic region. Your dick isn’t shrinking; it’s just not getting blood. But if you get hard, it’s not like it stays small. Trust me, when Claire’s boyfriend first noticed, he was just as shocked, but he doesn’t even complain anymore, and neither will you. Trust me, it will be okay.”

I calmed down. Realizing Jordan was just trying to help me. “Okay, that makes sense. Is that why my leg pumps have been so crazy?”

“Yes, exactly. Here, stand up.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, spinning me around. “Look how much your ass has grown since we started. It’s the quickest to respond to the supplements.” I looked in the mirror and saw that he was right. My ass was much bigger and curvier.

“Damn,” I muttered. Jordan chuckled. His ass was still way bigger than mine, but everything was bigger than mine, and his upper body looked a lot more developed. He saw me looking and said,

“Don’t worry, buddy, one step at a time. Let’s see what you weigh.”

We walked over to the scales, still naked. Both weighing ourselves, I was shocked once more. 152.4. I had lost almost 12 lbs. over the weekend.

“Umm, what the fuck, I’m down a lot!” I said nervously.

Jordan seemed only mildly interested, “well did you eat a lot this weekend?” He asked.

Truthfully, I barely ate, outside of a handful of nuts, some shakes, and those pills; I didn’t have much. “Umm, I didn’t eat much,” I said.

“Well, there you go,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I mean, seriously, I’m putting in all this work for you, and you aren’t even adhering to the diet?”

“Well, I mean, I was super busy, I had a lot of chores and had to clean your car, man!”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh shut the fuck up, don’t give me that bullshit. Look!” He pointed to the scale, which read 260 lbs. he was up 5 lbs. “I was busy all weekend, too, but I did my part. And believe me, I burned a lot of calories.”

I looked at the floor, embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I was being reprimanded like a child by a man 3 years younger than me.

“Listen, I’m not going to waste my time helping you out if you aren’t even going to do what you’re told.” He barked. Starting to lose his temper.

“I mean, it’s just one weekend, I’ll make it up.” I pleaded, trying to calm him down.

“Yes, you will.” He said matter-of-factly. We both walked naked back to our lockers. I followed silently, hoping he would calm down. I became keenly aware that no one else was in the locker room with us. He told me to take a seat once more, and I did.

Jordan had calmed down a bit, but he was still not his usual joking self. “Okay,” he paused as if to think. “Before I continue to help you, you’re going to have to show me that you aren’t just taking advantage of my kindness.”

I was confused and didn’t answer.

“Do you understand?” He said, sternly.

“Umm, not quite…” I chuckled nervously. Looking around, the locker room was still empty.

“You’ve been incredibly disrespectful to me, Kevin. I consider myself an easy-going guy, but I don’t like being disrespected. Do you understand?”

I hadn’t seen this side of Jordan before; it was actually quite frightening. “I mean…I thought washing your car and…” he cut me off.

“You think one lazy Saturday afternoon washing my car means you can disrespect me after all I’ve done to help you?” I blushed, realizing I never told him how difficult it actually was. I must have sweated out at least 5 of those lbs. just washing his car. Not wanting to be confrontational, I agreed.

“No, I guess you’re right, my bad. But I swear I’m trying my hardest. I honestly just forgot to eat this weekend.” I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn’t bring myself to provoke Jordan.

Jordan stood over me, still naked, for a few moments, thinking. Then a quick smirk crossed his face. “Hmm”

“Tell you what, Kev. I’m willing to forgive you, I’m even willing to keep helping you train. But you need to undo the blatant disrespect you’ve shown me with an act of respect.”

Relief washed over me, and I smiled and let out a relieved sigh. “Yeah, no, of course, man, definitely!” I stammered out, trying to sound composed.

“Good,” he replied. “Now, apologize.”

I hesitated. Fine, no big deal, I’ll say sorry, and we can get to our workout. “Yeah, of course, sorry man, for real,” I said, meaning it.

Jordan didn’t seem satisfied. “Hmm, yeah, that’s not good enough. How about you get on your knees and say it?”

I was stunned. On my knees? Was he serious? “Ummm—” I spoke.

He cut me off again. “Did you hear what I said?” he asked me like I was deaf.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing it. I slid off the locker room bench and got on my knees, looking up at his naked body. He smirked triumphantly, and I could’ve sworn his cock twitched. “Umm, I’m sorry,” I said meekly, not making eye contact. Why was I doing this? I couldn’t believe my situation. I realized I genuinely both feared Jordan and wanted him to like me.

Jordan put his hand on my head, almost like he was petting me, “good that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said, smirking. I nodded, my face bright red.

I began to stand up, but his strong hand pushed down on my head, and I fell back, slamming my knees into the locker room floor. “Oh, you’re not done.” He chuckled. “Words are cheap. How about you say it one more time, but only after you’ve kissed my ass?”

I stared up at him in disbelief. Was he serious? I couldn’t believe what he was asking me to do. Did he mean it metaphorically?

As if he read my mind, he said: “That’s not a figure of speech, pucker up and kiss my ass!” His hand still on my head, he turned around and shoved his ass in my face. His huge ass cheeks were mere inches from my face, and I could smell his musk wafting into my face. His grip on my head was tight. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, but at that moment, I just remember thinking how I was lucky no one else was here.

I closed my eyes and kissed his muscular butt cheek. I followed it up with a quiet “I’m sorry.”

He burst out laughing, and I opened my eyes to see his phone pointed straight at me. He had a look of total amusement on his face, as though he had just told the funniest joke ever. “Smile, Kevin!” He laughed.

I fell over backward as he let my head go. He turned his phone around and showed me the video he had taken. Me on my knees kissing his ass and apologizing. “Oh my god, what the fuck man!!!” I chirped, trying not to raise my voice in case someone came in.

“Chill, buddy, it’s just some insurance,” he said, still grinning. I looked up at him, my heart now racing. What had I gotten myself into?

“Insurance?” I asked from the floor, too shaken to stand just yet.

“Yeah, don’t worry, though, you don’t plan on disrespecting me again, do you?” He chuckled.

“Wha- why… dude, don’t show anyone that seriously!” I squeaked out, my voice cracking.

“That’s up to you, boy.” He emphasized the last word. “I don’t like being disrespected, but it seems like you’ve learned your lesson. So as long as you don’t forget it won’t be a problem.”

I started to get pissed off. How fucking dare he blackmail me and bully me like this? My face turned red, and I scowled. I opened my mouth as if to say something, but Jordan cut me off.

“Tell you what, I’m not an asshole, I’ll delete the video.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “But you have to kiss my foot and promise never to disrespect me again.” The anger bubbled up again.

“What the fu-” I was cut short by a slap to the face. Jordan looked upset.

“I KNOW you weren’t just about to disrespect me again.” He barked. My face stinging from the slap, he stood over me, towering, his cock swinging side to side. Again, it twitched. “Kiss my fucking foot right now, and promise you’ll NEVER disrespect me.” He ordered.

Stunned by the slap and now genuinely afraid of him, I bent over on all fours, my ass having no choice but to stick up in the air, and kissed his foot. “Say it!” He barked.

I let out softly, “I promise not to disrespect you.”

Jordan laughed again, “Too easy”, he said. The phone went back out. “Now I have two videos. And no, of course I’m not deleting either of them.” I sat there in silence. Coming to terms with what had just happened, Jordan had humiliated me, and he got it all on camera. My mind started racing as I tried to find a way out of this. I couldn’t think of any way to do it without him sending the pictures to Claire or anyone else I might know. I’d be publicly shamed and humiliated. What would Kate think? Why was he doing this? How did I get here? Fuck.

Luckily, Jordan seemed satisfied with the humiliation he had inflicted on me. “Get up.” He ordered. And I stood to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly. Jordan’s back was turned to me, and he continued, “Now, I know that was unpleasant for you, but it’s actually a good thing in the long run. Your biggest problem is that you lack discipline and structure. That’s what I’m here for. You might not think so now, but this is what’s best for you.”

I stood there almost in a trance. Was this even real? It felt like some sort of dream. A nightmare?

“Oh, and another thing, those pills I’ve been giving you, make sure you keep taking them, if you stop too quickly, they can have some very nasty side effects. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you well supplied.”

“Umm…side effects…” I let out with a rasp, still in shock.

“Yeah, they’re perfectly safe as long as you keep taking them. But if you stop…well, let’s just say you don’t want to stop, got it?”

“But, wha- what are they, please tell me!” I pleaded, beginning to get scared. He sighed and sat down.

“Okay, let me explain how this will work.” He said, “The pills are shrinking your dick.” He said matter-of-factly. I thought I was going to pass out. “Not only that, they will make it nearly impossible to get an erection. An unintended side effect is that you will also lose weight quite rapidly. Most subjects retain about 20% of their muscle mass. Based on your frame, I’d guess you will plateau at around 120 lbs.”

As I took this in, it all made sense. I was losing weight, not getting hard, and my dick was definitely smaller. “But I thought you took them too?” I asked, dumbfounded.

He chuckled. “Why the fuck would I take pills like that?” He smirked. “I take some vitamins, but that’s it.”

I was livid, but at this point I had to choose my words carefully. Jordan had too much power over me. “Why are you doing this?” I asked.

He put his hand on my shoulder and said. “It’s for your own good, boy, trust me.” The word boy stung, and I had no response. I must’ve still been in shock,

“You know what,” Jordan said. “You’ve learned your lesson. I’ll give you the night off; no workout today. In fact, now that we’re being honest, your workouts won’t do much due to those pills anyway.”

“Then what am I doing here?” I asked. “Why do I need your help?”

A flash of anger appeared on Jordan’s face, but he gathered himself. “We’re past that.” He said. “You realize I could publicly humiliate you with the press of a button?” He said menacingly. “Just because we’re not working out doesn’t mean I’m done training you. In fact, you still have a lot to learn.”

“Wait, so what does this mean? I don’t understand. What do I have to learn?”

“It means I own you now.” He said as though it were obvious. “It’s simple, do what I say and you don’t get publicly humiliated. Got it?”

“Umm, excuse me? You can’t just own another per-” he slapped me in the face again. My ear rang, and my cheek stung. I was starting to get really angry now.

“Seems like you need another lesson, so here it is. I just slapped you in the face. You’re probably pretty upset about it. I know I would be.” He chuckled. “But you’re not going to do anything about it, are you?” He asked. I thought for a minute before defiantly answering,

“No, but-” he cut me off before I could regain some dignity. Slapping my other cheek.

“Just did it again, still you aren’t going to do anything about it. Why?”

Im fuming, my face beet red. “That’s not fair, you have those videos, you know I -” another slap. The hardest one yet. I fell backward onto the bench.

“Listen, boy, you aren’t going to do anything about it because I own you. The reason is irrelevant. Whether it’s fear of being exposed as my foot kissing ass kissing bitch, or because I could beat the shit out of you without breaking a sweat, or because I have more money than you could ever dream of and you’d never be able to survive any legal action, I’m too well-connected. It doesn’t matter which reason you pick; the answer is the same. I. Own. You.” He slapped my face with each of the last three words. My eyes started welling up from the slaps, and I rubbed my eyes, trying not to seem like I was crying.

He smirked, looking down at me. “Now, why won’t you do anything about it!” He demanded an answer.

Defeated, I let out a pathetic “because you own me.” He beamed triumphantly.

“Exactly, now, let’s get out of here. We’ll go back to my house. We’re not done yet; there’s more to go over. Hurry up and get dressed. Grab my bags, you can carry our stuff to the car. Quickly!” I jumped up and obeyed, almost as if my body wasn’t under my control.

Chapter 7

As we got to the parking lot, I began to realize my predicament. I truly was owned. I had never felt more helpless. Jordan had, within weeks, totally backed me into a corner. Maybe if I did everything he said, he would eventually get bored and let me go.

We approached his car. “We’ll both be taking my car; you can leave yours here.” He commanded.

“What if someone tows it before tomorrow?” I ask sheepishly.

Jordan laughed. “That’s what you’re worried about? Get in!”

The ride to Jordan’s house was a blur; I remember almost none of it. The next thing I recall is driving up the same driveway I had worked hard on his SUV for a few days before. The SUV was gone, replaced by the new car we sat in. Jordan got out of the car without a word. I followed him to the front door, carrying his bags, and we went inside.

Jordan snapped his fingers, pointed to a bench, and I put our bags on it. He seemed pleased that I obeyed.

The house was dimly lit, but I could tell it was far nicer than mine. The size alone was at least double, and it reeked of money. I followed him through several hallways to a room with two couches, a chair, a TV on the wall, and a small bar cart holding stemware. Jordan took a seat in the chair, looking at me as I stood there stupidly.

He chuckled to himself. “God, this never gets old.” He said, smiling, almost reminiscing. I wanted to ask him exactly what he meant, but I was almost rendered speechless by the events of the last couple of hours.

“You’re probably wondering why I brought you back here. Now I normally would’ve done this much later, but you forced my hand. You responded to your medicine much faster than any of the others, and to be honest, I see a lot of potential in you.” He said the last part as though he expected me to be grateful.

“Umm, thank you?” I asked, unsure of myself.

“Good boy.” He said, sneering. “Now this is going to be a big change for you, but don’t worry, we’ll take it one step at a time. I understand your type can get overwhelmed easily.”

“Big change?” I stuttered, “What do you-” Jordan put up his finger, and I stopped mid-sentence.

“Did I say you could talk?” He asked. I shook my head no. “No, I didn’t. Now get on your knees while I’m speaking. Your job is to listen unless told otherwise.”

In disbelief, I got on my knees. Staring at the floor, I asked myself why I just obeyed so fast. I told myself I had no choice.

“Good. Now the first thing we’ll discuss is the rules.” He started. “Of course, these rules are subject to change, but for now, you will abide by these rules as if they are law, nod if you understand.”

I nodded.

“Rule number 1: You will address me as Sir or Master. I don’t care who is around or who hears; if I address you, you will respond accordingly. Understood?” I nodded again.

“Good, respect goes a long way with me, as you already know. Now you may speak if you understand.”

“Y-yes, sir.” I let out meekly.

“Good boy,” he said, smiling, proud of himself. “Now rule number 2: if I text or call you, you must respond within 5 minutes, or there will be consequences. I don’t tolerate being ignored. I don’t care what you’re doing; you will make an excuse and get back to me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir..” I was getting more defeated by the minute. I wished someone would pinch me and I’d wake up.

“Rule number 3:” he continued, “whenever I give you a direct order, you will obey it immediately, and say yes, Sir, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir, understood.” I let out pathetically.

He snapped his fingers, “Now give me your phone.” I hesitated, “NOW!”

I handed him my phone with another pathetic “yes, sir.” He held it up to my face, and it opened. “Please don’t do-”

“I’ll do whatever I want, but don’t worry. I’m just saving all your contacts into a folder and sending them to myself. As long as you behave, nothing will ever come of this. Most of my slaves live normal lives as far as their friends and families know. But that’s because most of my slaves know better than to disobey me.”

I started to panic. I was sinking even deeper past the point of no return. He truly had me by the balls now. He put my phone in his pocket and pulled out his own. “Perfect, got it!” He exclaimed. “I also saw a note file with some passwords on it, I sent that as well, hope you don’t mind!” He said, laughing to himself.

My heart skipped a beat, my passwords! He now has access to my bank accounts and social media. I was fucked.

“You’re probably wondering how you’re supposed to just go back to your life after this, huh?” He smirked. “Again, don’t worry, as I said, most of my slaves live normal lives. Take Dan, for example, no one would ever expect it.”

“Dan!?” I exclaimed as Jordan chuckled. “He’s-?”

“Yep, for over a year now. And Claire has been thrilled. I make sure he treats her like a princess. And he’s happy to do so, considering the alternative.”

It was starting to make sense why Dan was never around and why Claire was always able to work out whenever she wanted. “So Dan isn’t a workaholic?”

“Well, he definitely works hard, but he works for me. Just like you do now!” He said cheerfully. “Look around, I’m 25, how do you think I can afford all this? I have several slaves just like Dan working hard for me, some of them even work more than one job.”

He laughed, “Don’t worry, you don’t need to pick up a second job at least for now. But soon we’ll transfer your paychecks over to one of my bank accounts. I will make sure you have enough to pay the bills, so don’t worry about that either.”

I started to hyperventilate. I was being robbed, kidnapped, and blackmailed. This had to be some kind of joke. But looking up at Jordan, I could tell he was dead serious. Maybe I’m truly fucked. Is this my life now?

“Are you beginning to understand, boy?” Jordan asked. He stood up, towering over me.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” I said, starting to accept the inevitable.

“Good boy.” He said. “You will realize that as long as you obey, respect, and submit to me, I’m actually a pretty reasonable guy.”

Reasonable? I thought, how is any of this reasonable? I’m literally being turned into a slave against my will.

“It can be difficult to accept at first, but many of my slaves live very fulfilling lives. If you play your cards right, you may even get to keep Kate!” He said as though he was doing me a huge favor.

Kate! My heart stopped. What did he mean by that? “Whoa, c’mon, please don’t bring Kate into this!” I began pleading. He only laughed, moving closer to me, his crotch inches from my face.

“Do you really think you’re in a position to stop that?” He chuckled as if he knew something I didn’t. “When you go home tonight, I expect you to act as though nothing has changed. Don’t tell her about any of this. If she wonders why your little dick no longer works, just tell her you’re tired or something.”

I opened my mouth, thinking of a million protests, but only said: “Yes, sir.” And hung my head.

Jordan pats my head condescendingly, smiling. “See? It’s not so bad! I bet you’ll get used to this in no time.”

The End.

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