Chapter 1 -- The Seed is Planted
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This is the first chapter in the story of how I became a slave. Not in the traditional sense of the word of course, as I have a normal life with a job, a girlfriend, hobbies; I am certainly free in that sense. But unknown to my family and friends, I have sworn myself to serve a single master at his whim. Whenever he calls, I have to go to him and follow his orders, which are the same every single time. "Suck my cock, bitch". Yes, I am a cock slave. But let's start at the beginning.
My name is Bruce, and as this is a based on a true story, I won't bother with my last name. Growing up in a small town in upstate New York, I was a typical All-American kid, a bit shorter than average but with a good build and quite athletic. Blue eyes, light brown hair, strong jaw and broad shoulders kept me popular with the girls. I didn't even know what gay was until I went to university and met a friend who confessed his sexuality to me one night. I didn't think anything of it and Steve and I remained pals throughout school. During that time, I never considered him anything other than a drinking buddy, and he never saw me as a potential target. In fact, it was great hanging out with him because when we met a couple of co-eds at a bar, I would get my choice while he played wingman, pretending to be interested in the soon-to-be disappointed friend.
After graduation, I moved to New York City for a job on Wall Street and lost touch with Steve. The first two years at the firm were brutal; long days and longer nights which left me tired and hungover most of the time and prevented me from establishing any sort of serious relationship. I had my conquests of course, but they were mostly booze-fuelled hookups that ended the next morning without even a promise to call. New York women are just as driven as the men and there was no disappointment from either party, we were each just notches on the other's bedpost.
Just after the start of my third year, we hired an intern about to enter his senior year of college. His name was Drew, a tall kid with dark brown hair. When I was introduced to him, his light green eyes widened noticeably as he shook my hand and I immediately pegged him as gay and interested in me. As we were quite close in age, we soon started hanging out after work, where he told me that he was engaged to his high-school sweetheart. So much for my first impression.
Drew and I became good friends, but I couldn't forget his initial reaction when we met. The more we hung out together, the more I thought he was into me. It is hard to describe why, but the things he said and the way he looked at me were just a little bit off. What amazed me though was that I started to find myself becoming attracted to him. I had never had thoughts like that before and had no idea what to do. One evening I was jerking off as usual when I found my mind wandering to Drew. Instead of picturing myself being blown by a gorgeous blond, I saw Drew on his knees. I tugged on my dick furiously and exploded, imagining my cum entering Drew's mouth. As I slowly receded from the high, I was stunned. I had just masturbated to getting a blow job from a guy. Shit, was I turning gay?
This was the start of my homosexual fantasy binge. Every night I was lying in bed with my dick in my hand, imagining Drew in there with me. My fantasies were getting progressively more detailed, and I found myself picturing an entire encounter.
The fantasy began with Drew and I on a business trip. After dinner, I'd invite him to my room to raid the mini-bar. I'd complain about my neck hurting or something and he would offer a massage. I'd accept and take off my shirt and lay on the bed while he rubbed my back. As his hands moved down my back, I'd get a boner and when he turned me over, he would notice it. "Let me suck that" he would whisper and I would comply. Drew would take off his clothes, revealing a huge hard cock, and get down on his knees to give me a blow job. As time passed, my fantasy went further. I started thinking of Drew crawling into the bed with me and pushing his cock toward my mouth where I would eagerly suck it. For the first time, I jerked off thinking of giving another guy head and the orgasm I had was unbelievable. I started to obsess about sucking Drew's dick, and every fantasy ended the same way: with me servicing Drew to completion and swallowing his load. I wanted to please him like nothing else. I was so confused, I had never thought of guys like this but I had a crush on Drew and wanted him in my mouth so badly.
Drew's summer at the firm was ending and he was returning to college, but he had been offered a job with us starting in just 8 months, so I had to figure out what was going on in my head. On the weekend before he returned to school, I invited him over to my place to watch a ball game. He turned red, shaking his head saying that would be "too dangerous". I didn't ask what was dangerous about my apartment, probably because I knew what he was thinking. Drew was closeted bi and realized that I was thinking of the same thing, but he didn't want to cheat on his fiancee.
I figured that I would get another chance when Drew returned the following year but he ended up rejecting our offer, doubtless because of our unspoken attraction. I never saw him again but the seed had been planted. Now it just had to grow into reality.
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A few weeks after Drew left, I met Janine, a lovely young trader who lived just a few blocks away from me. We started sharing cabs to work and I found myself leaving early to match her schedule, so that we could share a cab back home. Eventually I invited her over for a weekend dinner and made my move that evening, a resounding success. We soon became an item and I forgot about Drew and my fantasy, falling in love with Janine.
We eventually moved in together and it began to look quite serious. I was still jerking off on occasion, but my fantasies were more along the lines of a threesome with Janine and another woman.
I was starting to consider a marriage proposal when the company dropped a bombshell. They wanted to transfer me overseas, to Hong Kong. It was part of a fast-track program and I had been identified as someone with managerial potential which could be honed in a foreign office. It was only for two years, and Janine agreed that it was best for my career. She didn't want to give up her job so we agreed to try a long-distance relationship.
Janine accompanied me to JFK where I boarded a Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong. I kissed her goodbye and went through security, looking forward to my first foreign posting. I should have realized that my excitement for this opportunity had left Janine feeling hurt, but I was too selfish to think much beyond the huge salary and perks I would be receiving for the next two years.
My first few days in Hong Kong were a whirlwind -- meeting my new staff, getting over the jet lag, and trying to figure out how to get around this incredibly energetic city. Weekends were spent looking for a place to live. The 12-hour time difference did not allow Janine and myself much time to chat by phone but I still sent her email on a daily basis. I was staying in a five star hotel but work kept me in the office until 9 or 10 every night, so I had little chance to relax until my third weekend, when I finally had a day to myself.
After sleeping in, I spent the afternoon in bed, just relaxing. I jerked off, thinking about Janine. Surprisingly, I wasn't lonely and didn't really miss her that much. I was so busy getting settled that I didn't have time for such emotions. I didn't know it at the time, but she didn't miss me that much either.
With nothing else to do, I turned on the TV and flipped around but there wasn't anything interesting on. I decided to have a look at the adult offerings and chose a feature called "Suck-cessful Businessman". It featured a guy in a suit interviewing hot busty girls. It was incredibly corny, the guy would say "if you want the job, you should show me what kind of job you can do". The girl would smile demurely, take off her top, get down on her knees, pull out his gigantic member, and suck it until he came on her face. Then she would leave and another "candidate" would enter. Despite the rather poor quality, I found myself stroking to the action on screen, and for the first time in months, my thoughts went back to Drew. I started to focus on the cock on the screen, watching how the woman would suck it with apparent passion. I found myself wondering what it would be like to do that. The dormat fantasy had awoken and I jerked off imaging that it was me sucking that huge dick.
3
After a month in the hotel, I moved into my new place just a few minutes from the office. I was offered a cleaning lady but I refused, preferring my privacy. The job had also returned to some level of normalcy, allowing me to get home by 7:00 most nights. The company did not have much of a social circle, so I usually would order some takeout on the way back and sit around my apartment. With no girlfriend nearby, I spent most evenings jerking off to internet porn. I had developed an addiction to watching blow job videos and spent hours watching girls suck dick after dick while I edged myself, saving my load for an enormous orgasm after a couple of hours.