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.