Apr 30
“C’mere pup. You’ve been acting like a little bitch recently. I know you’re just trying to get my attention. Well congrats, baby boy, you’ve got it. Get comfortable…you’re gonna be down there for a while.”
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“C’mere pup. You’ve been acting like a little bitch recently. I know you’re just trying to get my attention. Well congrats, baby boy, you’ve got it. Get comfortable…you’re gonna be down there for a while.”
I just brought home a new bitch…she’s already getting a warm welcome from the kennel :)
“Hey, sport. Mind following me to my office? I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.”
“Sure thing, boss. Lemme guess… Another product you need me to test?”
“Not quite. See for yourself.”
“Uh oh. I bet it’s another— oh my goodness. Is that—?”
“Yup. That’s Todd. Your former high school crush. You’ve mentioned him a few times—it was pretty easy to track him down. I mean look at this body. He’s hard to miss.”
“And he’s—?”
“Completely mind-fucked with our deepest hypno-training methods. Now he’s obsessed with making you happy, obeying you, worshipping you…the essentials. In short, he’s your pleasure slave. You can keep him, sell him, whatever you like.”
“Boss. Thank you so much. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I don’t even know what to say.”
“You’ve earned it, sport. Ever since you started working here, our operations have grown tremendously. You got a knack for this stuff. Which is why I’m also promoting you to Head of Slave Recruitment.”
“Boss! What?! You’ve gotta be joking! This is… this is amazing.”
“Congratulations, bud. You’ve earned it. Let it sink in. I’m going to give you and your new toy some free time to celebrate. Enjoy yourself. That’s an order!”
“Whatever you say, boss. Thanks again. Seriously.”
I typically collect my slaves via traditional hypno tactics, but I’ve recently started dabbling in enchanted artifacts. The results have been promising.
For instance this hunk showed up to my house to deliver my new mattress. When he wasn’t looking, I threw this magic necklace around his beefy neck. Now he’s my pussyboy. And he loves it!
My client couldn’t decide between a jock or a nerd, so I sent him Clark. He was very happy with the selection. ☺️
Coach is upset with me. 😞 But not as upset as I am with myself.
He’s been trying to sell the exclusive rights to my body…but I’m not pulling in enough buyers who will meet his asking price. He’d abducted me with hopes I’d start a bidding war on the jock market…which hasn’t happened yet. I’m humiliated.
Rather than wallowing in self pity, I’ve been pushing myself extra hard in the gym. Today I broke my personal record on the bench while funneling a massive plug in my jockpussy. I think I’m making good progress…but I suppose the markets will be the judge. Wish me luck.
With every rep, the good jockboy recites an affirmation…
I am a good jockboy.
I am a game. I am a thing to be played, I am a hole to be filled, and I am a challenge to be conquered.
I am a loser. I lost my ego, I lost my free will, and I lost my manhood.
I am winner. I won the right to serve, I won the right to worship, and I won the right to obey.
I am a prize. I am a trophy for my master, I am a symbol of his status, and I am a token of his power.
My side hustle is going really well. Who knew I’d make so much money washing cars? Ever since I posted fliers around my neighborhood, I’ve been completely booked with customers. For some reason, they’re all dudes…mostly older gentlemen.
I must be really good at washing cars, because I’m starting to get customers from other neighborhoods. One of my regular customers, Mr. Howard, lives over an hour away — and he drives up here at least once a week. He’s a total neat freak or something, because his car is always spotless when he shows up. But he still orders the full-service every time.
“Be thorough,” he’d say—playfully smacking my ass. He’s quite the character. A little more handsy than I think is appropriate… But he pays very well, so I don’t complain. I think he pays well. I don’t actually handle any of the transactions.
My buddy, Patrick, is wayyy smarter than me, so he takes care of the business side of things. It was actually his idea for me to drop out of college and start a car-washing business out of his garage. Best decision I’ve ever made… except he made the decision for me…so, I should say it’s the best decision Patrick has ever made for me…I think. Ugh, I’m confusing myself. Too much thinking.
I’m gonna call Patrick and ask him to help me relax.