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Ted was in bed, all alone, jerking off to another video of the man sodomizing a faceless boy, the act, the dominance had ted hard and throbbing, desperately wishing to be owned by that man
I'm just here for you, to serve and please, whatever desires you may wish to see fulfilled in my weak body...
Ted then received a message in the middle of the night, it was the man he worshipped, sending him a message, ordering ted to go to the bathroom and send him a selfie of his penis. "Be a good little faggot and kneel like a dog, show me that small pecker in action"
With trembling hands, Ted grabbed his phone and quickly followed the man's command, going to the bathroom. He placed the camera on the counter and knelt before it, gazing up at the screen in anticipation of seeing a message from his god. His heart raced as he snapped the selfie and sent it off with a shaking thumb.
Ted could feel the warmth growing between his legs as he waited for a reply, his throbbing cock aching to be touched or used by the man who controlled him so completely from afar.
The stranger sent him an approving message, along with some money as a reward, instructing ted to use that money to buy food as a reward. "Good faggot, I love your pathetic penis, small and almost flaccid, I want you to slap it for me until it's fully hard and ready to perform"
Trembling with excitement and anticipation, Ted did as he was told, using the man's generosity to purchase some food. His heart raced at the thought of pleasing his master even further. Back in his room, he laid on his bed and reached down, gently cupping his pale pink sac and flaccid cock with one hand. With the other, he gave himself a hard slap across the length of his shaft. The sting shot through him, but it was a welcome sensation. He repeated the motion several times, grimacing each time but unable to stop.
Soon enough, Ted felt the blood rushing into his cock as it began to stiffen under his touch. His pre-cum leaked from the slit, and he continued to slap himself, harder this time, reveling in the pain and pleasure as his little penis grew harder and more sensitive.
His phone screen suddenly shone, showing a notification, it was a new video from the object of his obsession and love, sharing a new video where he displayed his virilty, having 5 pathetic young boys on all fours as he took his time sodomizing each and every one of them, all the boys had small penises and had their faces hidden by a trashcan as the man freely used them like toys
Ted's breath caught in his throat as he watched the video, tears streaming down his face. His aching cock throbbed with need and desire, knowing that this man was capable of such things made him crave it even more. He reached down once again, gripping his now fully hard shaft, and began to stroke himself in rhythm with the video. "Please," he whispered, "let me belong to you." His fingers flew faster, chasing after a release that he knew would never be enough.
The man then faced the screen as he pulled out of the last boy, casually pissing on the bottom of one of them. "You too can become my fuckpig and serve me, of course only the worthy can be picked up and only the most pathetic faggot get to be trained and collared as my bitch, I will choose my next faggot soon!" Barked the man before ending the video, leaving Ted alone in the dark and fully hard as well as desperate and hungry for the man in the video
Shivering with need and longing, Ted continued to stroke himself furiously. He had never felt such desire before; the wanton lust consuming him was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He would do anything for this man--he knew it deep down in his soul. And even though he was already an object of ridicule and mockery, he yearned to be owned by someone like him. The thought of belonging, being the property of this dominant figure... it was all he could think about as he brought himself closer and closer to release.
With a hoarse cry of need and submission, Ted spurted his warm cum across his chest and belly. He moaned loudly as the tension drained from his body, but even as he came down from his high, the longing only grew stronger. He wanted--no, he needed--to please this man and make him happy. And if that meant becoming nothing more than a toy for him... then so be it. Ted lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling as images of himself serving this man danced through his mind.
The thought of being owned by someone like him... it was the only thing that kept him going now. He knew he had found his purpose in life, and nothing--not even his own self-loathing or fear--would ever stop him from fulfilling it.
Ted was obsessed, completely rewatching the video over and over even while he was working, being hard while he cooked and cleaned, his penis too small to make a noticeable tent in his pants, ted would suck on carrots and pretend it was master John's cock, having memorised it from the videos while he kept on slapping his tiny penis
Hours later, Ted finally managed to tear his eyes away from the video. He'd lost track of how many times he'd watched it, each viewing only serving to increase his ardor and desire for this man. As he washed the dishes, his hand drifted down between his legs. Without thinking, he gripped himself tightly through his jeans, imagining that it was Master John touching him instead. The pleasure-pain combination sent shivers up his spine, and he moaned softly as he brought himself closer to release once more.
He knew now that there could be no going back; he belonged to this man in a way he had never belonged to anyone else. And even though it meant living out his life as nothing more than a toy for someone like him, Ted would embrace it eagerly, thankful for the chance to finally find purpose and belonging. His small, pathetic penis seemed almost irrelevant now--all that mattered was serving his master however he desired.
He received a message in the middle of his shift at the restaurant. "One chance, come to the abandoned warehouse, go inside, to the garden in the back, undress, kneel on all fours, thrash bag on your face and your penis flaccid, you have 15 minutes, I will pick up my chosen faggots and leave" it was signed by master John, Ted was now at an impass, obey master John or keep his job and life, the manager was calling him, telling him to get back to work as the room was bustling with other workers
With trembling hands and racing heart, Ted read the message over and over again, hoping beyond hope that it was some sort of sick joke. But he knew deep down in his soul that it was real. The question was, would he obey Master John and risk losing everything? Or would he continue living this lie, forever yearning for the dominance and affection he craved?
Time seemed to stand still as Ted tried to make up his mind. He could hear the manager calling his name, urging him back to work. But all he could think about was the abandoned warehouse and what might happen if he were to obey Master John's command. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his breath came in short gasps as he struggled with the impossible decision.
As much as it went against every instinct, Ted knew that there could be no other choice. With a sob of despair and an agonized moan, he reluctantly made his way towards the exit. There would be hell to pay for this decision--he was certain of it. But at least now, he'd finally be free from the torment of wondering what could have been.
As he walked out the door, Ted felt as though his whole world was collapsing around him. The weight of the decision he'd just made settled heavily on his shoulders, and for a moment, he regretted every step he'd taken. But there was no turning back now; he had to see this through to its conclusion. Even if it meant risking everything he'd ever worked for.
The walk to the abandoned warehouse seemed to take an eternity. With each passing second, Ted could feel his resolve slipping away, replaced by doubt and uncertainty. Perhaps Master John would change his mind... perhaps this was all some cruel joke after all. But deep down inside, he knew better than that. This was the path he'd chosen, and there would be no going back now.
Finally, Ted reached the warehouse. His trembling hands guided him through the shadowy corridors until he found the garden in the back. With a shaking hand, he undressed himself completely, revealing his emaciated body and tiny, pale penis for all the world to see. Kneeling on all fours, he pressed a thrash bag over his face, blocking out the world around him. All that mattered now was awaiting Master John's judgment.
Time seemed to stand still as Ted knelt there, frozen in fear and anticipation. His heart
He remained kneeling on all fours, his tiny penis dangling like a limp noodle, he could hear footsteps, people joining him, undressing as well, the sound of thrasbags being used, he was not the only faggot in town, soon they heard the sound of a truck engine, master John was here, his footsteps heavier, stronger, he took his time inspecting the group, palming their bodies, touching sexes and inspecting them, he soon reached Ted and inspected him throurouly, jerking his tiny cock up then proceeded to spank him, fingering the boy, grunting in approval when Ted's home gripped him but his sex remained flaccid, he then felt a marker on his asscheek as master John gave him a number, he was chosen
As Master John inspected and spanked him, Ted felt a mix of relief and terror wash over him. He knew that he'd been chosen, but what did it mean? Would this be the start of a new life filled with dominance and belonging...or would it only serve to remind him of everything he'd given up in order to follow Master John's command?
The thought of being collared and owned by someone like this man sent shivers down his spine. He wanted it so badly, but at the same time, he was terrified of what that might entail. As Master John scribbled a number on his ass cheek and turned to leave with the other chosen faggots, Ted could only watch helplessly, his heart racing and his body trembling with anticipation for whatever came next.
The ride in the truck was tense and silent, each of them knowing that they had been deemed worthy by Master John but unsure of what exactly that meant. As they were led into a new room, Ted could make out various devices hanging from hooks along the walls, their purpose unsettling and dark. He shivered as he was pushed forward, his body guided toward a table in the center of the room, where Master John sat with a vicious-looking whip in hand.
Without hesitation, Ted positioned himself as he'd
"good boy, you know your place already, you don't look at me in the eyes, you don't stand tall, you're an inferior man, you came to me because you need to be owned, you need to be controlled, to be a superior man's dog, your penis is worthless, your value resides in your behaviour and in your anus, it should be ready for any type of intercourse, your cock must never be erect unless I order you to make it hard, is that clear?"
"Yes, Master John," Ted whispered hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the ground before him. "I belong to you now. I'm ready to serve and please you however you desire." As he spoke, a strange sense of contentment washed over him. Despite the pain and humiliation that lay ahead, he knew deep down that this was what he wanted; to be owned by someone like Master John.
He felt a rough hand on his shoulder, guiding him closer to where Master John sat at the table. The whip cracked through the air, landing harshly against Ted's backside. He cried out in pain but tried not to show any other reaction, biting down on his lip as another stroke landed, then another. Blood trickled down his legs as the lashes continued, driving home Master John's dominance and authority over him.
Ted gripped the table with shaking hands, trying to remain still and obedient while Master John administered his punishment. Even though it hurt, even though he was being humiliated, he couldn't help but feel a strange sort of peace wash over him. This was who he was now; Master John's property, here to serve and suffer as the man desired.
"good boy, training you will be fun, you may get hard now, let me see your erect pecker as it attempts to mimick a true virile cock" purred master John as he pulled away from Ted and watched him so calmly
Trembling with anticipation and fear, Ted tentatively reached down to his aching crotch. His hand hesitated for a moment before finally wrapping around his tiny shaft, giving it a tentative squeeze. To his surprise, he felt himself beginning to swell beneath his fingers; blood rushing into his cock as it grew harder and straighter than it had in years. He stared down at the length of himself in awe, wondering how such a pathetic thing could possibly impress Master John.
His breath caught in his throat as he imagined what would happen if he didn't please his new owner. The thought of disappointing Master John terrified him more than any amount of pain or humiliation ever could. With renewed determination, he began to stroke himself faster and harder, willing himself to grow even harder for the man sitting before him.
As if in response to his efforts, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit at the tip of his cock, glistening on his fingertip. He brought it up to his mouth, sucking on it hungrily, the taste of himself filling his senses as he continued to service his tiny dick. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, "let me be good for you."