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Answering An Ad (Magus x ThomasRHellsing)

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Apr 7, 2012
Tyler Braun stood on the sidewalk and looked down at a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, then back up to the house he stood in front of. 31 Ashen Road, just like the ad said. He looked back down at the clipping from the newspaper and read it once more.

"Need money? Come to 42 Ashen Road. Be prepared to do anything and everything required of you." That was all it said. Tyler wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but he knew that he needed money, for sure. He was desperate. He imagined he would be doing things like dishes, vacuuming, laundry... things of that nature.

Boy was he going to be in for a surprise.

He ran up the steps to the house and rang the bell, waiting for someone on the other side to answer.
 
Slowly the door was opened, revealing a man who was smiling. He wore a red crimson robe. Gesturing the man inside he sat on his couch Looking at him he said, "Hello, I assume your here about the add, truth is I am a Master, at a bondage club, however I need someone to take care of urges I have at him, a live in man slave if you will."

Nodding his head slowly he said, "Now strip naked for me and get yourself hard I want to see about hiring you."
 
Tyler mouth fell open, but no reply came out. He was at a loss. A master? Looking for a live-in slave to take care of urges? Obviously, this wasn't the place for him, he should turn and leave...

And yet, he couldn't. He eyed this 'master' head to toes and... god he was hot. Tyler felt his cock twitch in his jeans. What harm could it do to give it a try? At the very least, he could have some fun even if he decides this isn't for him.

"I, uh... um. Okay." Tyler said. He slid his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to the floor and kicking them off of his feet. He slid out of his sandals and was standing naked in front of this man on the couch. In the back of his mind, he still thought this was weird, but according to his manhood, it was also exciting. It didn't take long for Tyler to get himself hard, a couple quick strokes and his seven inches was standing at full attention and pulsing with apprehension.
 
Thomas moved over to him, his hand wrapping around the man's cock. His left hand working it with far too much skill for it to be his first time. His hand twisting and jerking the hard cock easily, too soft to hurt, but too rough to be considered soft as well.Squeezing the dick relatively hard he said, "So Cunt Boy, that's your new name by the way, how often do you jerk this tiny pathetic little cock of yours?"

His lips were on the man's ear, as he whispered his question, but to the man it would seem like he'd asked in a normal tone of voice.
 
Tyler gasped at feel of his... master, he had to get used to that... hand on his cock. He jerked it, slightly rough, but it felt nice. A small moan escaped his lip.

He blushed at the question. "Uh... at least once a day." He answered. He was only 19 and it was normal, he told himself. He wondered what his... master... would think of that. Cunt boy? That was his name? As odd as it sounded... that sort of turned him on.
 
The man chuckled, his pinky playing with the gland along the bottom of the other man's cock head His jerking speed doubled however, he didn't allow the boy to cum, pulling his hand away he said, "Bend over and show me your back door after you lick this disgusting precum from my hand Cunt Boy."

He held his hand up to the boy's face, before waiting for him to assume the proper position. Smirking he said, "Have you ever had anything in that ass hole cunt boy, be honest, I can tell you bit of a faggot, I'm just wondering if you honest about it or hiding it."
 
Tyler blushed an even deeper red and he squirmed on his feet. He leaned forward and started licking his pre-cum off of his master's hand, moving to suck each finger clean. After he was sure that he had gotten every drop from the fingers, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the couch and bent low, sticking his ass up in the air.

"I, uh... have experimented with some things. I have a toy, back at home..." he admitted, embarrassed. "But... never a real cock... master." He added, almost as an afterthought, deciding he should refer to his master as such.
 
Thomas smirked to himself. He walked upstairs before returning. He handed the man a box. Looking t him he also handed him credit card saying "I want no hair on your body when you come back tomorrow night, except for your eyebrows and head, I want you to have a black leather collar bedazzled to say "Cunt Boy", I also want you to have your dick as hard as you can get it, your not to cum until I allow you to, I also want you to get your ass clean enough for my dick, and you to bring two doggie bowls you've bought with "Cunt Boy" inscribed for you, finally your to wear what's in that box when you knock on the door."

Inside the box was makeup, a tiny skirt with a modest top, stockings and twelve inch heels. As we as rubber bands to give him ponytails. Thoms said "What are you still doing here, get the fuck out of my sight.

The net night Thomas answered the door right as it rang wanting to see his new cunt boy.
 
Tyler was standing there in a daze before Thomas told him to get the fuck out of his sight. He ran out the door back on the street, and as the door slammed closed behind him he realized that he had ran out completely nude and rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his fist around his cock and stroke it until it exploded, one of his orders was to not cum. And, apparently, he was obeying orders now.

He stared at the credit card in his hand and read the name off of it. "Thomas..." he muttered to himself, knowing he would never call him that. He would be calling that man "Master" from now on.

That evening, after running home discreetly and putting on some clothes, Tyler went shopping, getting the collar and two dog bowls like requested. He made an appointment at a beautician and got his body waxed, hair-free. It was one of the most painful things he had ever experienced.

After he got back home, he opened the box and stared at the feminine clothing inside. He took a deep breath and decided he should practice for tomorrow. He slipped the soft silk panties on and instantly became rock hard again - oh god they felt so good. He practiced putting the makeup on, something he had never done before... his first attempt was disastrous but he cleaned his face and tried again... doing decent that time. In the morning he'd do even better. He put on the heels and practiced walking. He fell, multiple times, but got to a level he felt comfortable enough walking back to Thomas' house.

The next evening, early in the night, Tyler walked up to his master's house, wearing the silk panties, skirt, top, and heels. His cock was rock hard, causing his panties and skirt to be sticking out in the front. His collar was on, and the inscribed dog bowls were in the box that his clothes were in yesterday. He hoped his makeup looked good enough to please master, and rang the doorbell, taking a deep breath of anticipation.
 
Thomas smirked, nodding he said "Your not looking to bad cunt boy, get inside."

He waked to his front room, pulling up the skirt, and down the panties, he put a large rubber band around the bitch's balls. Nodding he blew gently on them, then ran his tongue up the hard cock before blowing on the very tip of the shaft. Smirking he punched the boy in the balls. Smirking he put a cock sleeve on it, turning it to high he knew the boys entire cock was being vibrated a hundred times a second in the vaginal esk sleeves interior, however the bands wouldn't make allow him to cum. Pulling the panties back up and the skirt back down, he said, "Go wash your hands I have a steak and some potatoes, make me mashed potatoes and gravy with corn and a medium steak, with A-1 and sour cream on the side, you fuck it up I will beat your ass raw, and not let you cum for a week, understand?"
 
Tyler had never experienced such a confusing turn of events. His balls were wrapped in a band, causing pain, pleasure from getting a quick blowjob, and then with a quick punch to the balls it was a struggle for Tyler to stay on his feet. He groaned, and as the cock sleeve was slipped over his cock the groan turned to moans of pleasure. He already wanted to cum, especially after being denied jacking off yesterday, but he knew it would be bad for him if he did. The smooth panties wrapped him back up and he quickly was learning to love the feel on his balls.

"Yes, master." He responded, quickly washing his hands in the kitchen. Luckily for him, cooking was something he was good at. He had always enjoyed it, and learned to cook at a young age. He mashed the potatoes, prepared the gravy and vegetable and grilled the steak to a perfect medium. He plated it an started to bring it to master, when he realized he forgot the A-1 and sour cream. He quickly turned back, grabbed the sides, and hurried over to the table, setting the plate down and stood there, waiting to see what his master thought.
 
He nodded, "Listen slut, I'm not psychic if you want something you'd better ask like a good little faggot, the more you insult yourself and praise me, the more likely you re to get it, so 'd get to begging if you want any chance of an orgasm tonight."

He cut into the steak, looking at the trap.
 
Tyler bit his bottom lip nervously, then said "Yes, master. I would like to please you tonight, however possible. I would like you to use and abuse my useless faggot body, taking whatever you'd like, whatever you deserve. I want to worship your cock, make you tingle with pleasure and make you reach orgasm."

Silence overcame the duo as Thomas ate his steak. "How is your dinner, master?" He asked, nervously.
 
Thomas smirked, turning the cock sleeve to extra high now 350 vibrations a second. He said, "Decent enough cunt boy, now get on your knees and blow me while I eat you can't make me cum before I finish and you will be punished."

He smirked saying, "Hm, while you blow me, remove the rubber bands, I need to test your will power and control, you cum, I will make you regret it, you can do anything to yourself to make yourself not cum, so long as you don't' leave marks."

He moved his robe, reveling his cock. It was as fat as a fist and nearly 14 inches long. It was strained with various ;ipstick colors, and smelled of perfume. It had obviously been well used earlier in the day. It smelled of sex and sweat. Thomas waited impatiently.
 
Tyler felt his jaw drop and his mouth begin to water at the sight of Thomas' large cock. He dropped to the ground, crawled under the table, and opened his mouth wide, sliding the tip of the cock in his mouth. He could barely open his mouth wide enough to fit it in, and he slowly began lowering him mouth down the shaft, running his tongue along the cock. He used the lipstick stains as judging how far girls were able to get down on this cock and each time he passed one of the stains he got more excited that he was able to take more than the other girl was.

He moaned, loving the feel, taste, and scent of the cock in his mouth, and the vibrations of the cock sleeve. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pulsing cock as his balls tightened, eager to shoot their load. He didn't want to cum, didn't want to disappoint master, but knew he was getting close. It was going to be tough for him to resist. He lowered one hand to his balls and squeezed, hard, trying to cause enough pain to prevent him from erupting while continuing to try to go down further on master's cock.
 
Thomas smirked, pushing the back of the bitch's head until his chin rubbed his nuts. Gently rocking his hips occasionally to keep the fag on his toes. He ate his steak leisurely. He was on the edge as he took the last bite, and groaned "I'm close, but you took too long fucking deep throat me cunt fucking earn my big fat load!"
 
Tyler groaned around master's cock, his eyes watering from taking as much as it in his mouth as he could. He desperately kept sucking, pushing down so that his nose was resting in Thomas' pubes, trying desperately to get the cum out of him before he pulled him off of this glorious cock.
 
Thomas groaned, nutting in the boy slut's mouth. Standing up he said, "Stand up spread those ass cheeks boy slut, you move your hands I quadruple your punishment."

He reattached the rubber bands to the bitch's ball sack. Trying to think of the best possible punishment for him, finally an idea occurred to him, "I want you to go and get me a pair of glasses, one of ice water, one of water as hot as you can stand and one of pepper juice, it's in the door of the refrigerator, then I want you to get me a long Q-tip from the bathroom, put all of them on the table and beg to be punished for such a shitty blow job and tell me how my cum tasted."
 
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