You are HIS slave, so you are ALSO my slave. “I wasn’t asking,” John said in a calm voice. Jakie staggered backwards a few steps, his eyes shocked. It was fast and stung, leaving a red mark, but it wasn’t hard enough to do damage. John’s slap hit him completely by surprise. This is kind of a surprise, and I’m not a slut for just anyone to use.” He was very different to Aaron, but there was a cuteness to him, in an urban Grizzly Adams kind of way. He looked at the man before him: trim beard, moustache, spiky dark hair, older than him. Then his jaw opened and closed as he repeatedly tried and failed to find something to say. I decided that I wanted some of that sweet boy pussy for myself.” “Aaron showed me video of you two together. “M… me?” Jakie replied, genuinely nonplussed now. John rubbed his cock pointedly through the material of his jeans. “No thanks, that’s not what I’m here for.” John stepped forwards and Jakie stood back and opened the door. “Would you um, would you like to come in?” Jakie asked timidly. Jakie beamed at John, his natural eagerness to please taking over. He told me your parents go out to dinner on Thursdays.” What are you doing here? This is my parent’s home.” “You’re Aaron’s master? Yes he mentioned you. I’m HIS master, has he told you about me?”
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The only people who called him Jakie were his mother, and his master Aaron. The young man frowned, more out of bemusement than unhappiness.
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John knocked at a house he had never visited before. “Really?” Aaron said, putting on his best innocent voice. He flushed then washed his hands and walked into the living room. The sting every time he took a dump was reminder enough. He looked down at the paper, it was blood streaked, not that he needed to look to confirm it. After six days, it still surprised him how suddenly and with complete urgency his need to defecate came upon him since… that day. He was just in time, and one second later it felt like the world was dropping from his rear, but John’s only sensation was relief that yet again, he’d made it in time. John charged into the lavatory, slammed the door and sat down. “Out of the way quick I’ve gotta get to the bathroom!”Īaron grinned and stepped aside as John hurtled past, a look of distress on his face. If you like my work and want access to PDFs of most of my stories, 4K versions of many images, and content that I chose not to publish publicly, please consider donating to my Patreon in order to receive access. This story features my valued Patreon John, and his two associates, Aaron and Jakie. A complicated three-way master/slave sex triangle takes an interesting turn when one of the participants oversteps the mark.