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Chapter Four

BLAKE

A s soon as 8 p.m. hits, I sign onto the forum. It’s a perverse place, but even I have my quirks, and this one was necessary for my sanity.

I needed to see him. Not as my client, but as my personal little toy.

I close my office door and palm myself, already imagining the dirty show he’s going to put on for me. All tease, no release.

I wish I hadn’t seen him walk into my private practice. I wanted to meet more organically. I had it all planned out.

I’d find him at his favorite club, catch him just tipsy enough, then swoop in all charm. I’d offer to buy him a drink. I’d spike it, nothing dangerous, just enough to lower his walls. He’d wake up in my bed, untouched. I wouldn’t fuck him. He doesn’t see men as anything but animals who want to use him, so I wouldn’t. And that would be the key. He’d thank me for being a gentleman, with his tight body curled against me. Then, after he’s asked, I’d give him the best fuck of his life.

He’d fall in lust. Then love.

It would’ve worked. He’s lonely. Lives alone. The only people he talks to are perverted men on the forum. He would’ve been easy to break. Most people are. I’d be gentle with him at first. Sooner or later, he’d return my affection.

We would’ve been lovers.

But now I can’t. He’s my client. And if I fuck him now, even discreetly, it’ll only confirm what he already thinks of men.

Great.

Maybe I can move slowly. Subtle enough that he doesn’t notice. Or maybe I can break him to the point that it doesn’t matter how perverse I am, because by then, he’ll be too in love to care. But he doesn’t seem like the type to fall in love under those circumstances.

Fuck.

I try to keep the frustration out of my message as I type.

It’s not his fault he walked into my office. But now all I want is to grab him, bend him over my desk, and make him beg me to fix him.

I have to be careful now. I have to coax him.

But the goal is still the same.

Ash.luv: Turning on camera now ;)

I lean back, waiting for my favorite show.

Ash pops on screen, smiling with that sultry little look of his. He’s wearing the collar like I asked. His eyes— big, dark pools of chocolate —lock on the camera.

“Hi Kaleb. Good to see you, sir .” He flicks his gaze toward the chat window. “So, what game tonight?” He grins.

The way he says my name makes my mind ease with happiness, it's so silky and perfect.

He’s fully dressed in a college school uniform. His choice, not mine. I do appreciate it though.

A crisp white button-up, slightly wrinkled, with a crooked red patterned tie. Short white shorts and a thin collar around his neck, leash wrapped loosely around his hand.

He looked like a proper college boy. It made me hard instantly.

He plays with the end of the red leash while waiting for my reply. I paid good money for two hours of his time. Ironically, two hours of Ash’s time costs more than two hours with me as his therapist. Fitting, isn’t it?

Usually, I like to play a little game; make him strip piece by piece, one command at a time. But tonight, I want to mess with his head a bit.

Kaleb : Truth or Dare.

He glances at the message and chuckles, giving a mock salute.

“Truth or Dare, huh? I suppose I can.” He lingers a moment, then ties the leash to his bedframe, double-knotted. My pulse jumps. He can't go far now. He brings the camera closer. “So… truth or dare me?” He laughs.

Kaleb: Truth or Dare, Bambi.

His smile curves into something sharper. “That sounded like a statement, Kaleb…”

Normally, I prefer when he calls me sir. But the way he says my name? I don’t mind.

“Okay… dare,” he says, sitting up straighter. “What would your dare be, sir?”

Kaleb: Start with stripping.

Ash grins and starts unbuttoning from the top, one slow button at a time.

“Yes, sir. Whatever you want.” He bites his lip at the camera and continues undressing. I lean back, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock. He’s halfway naked now, shirt pooling on the bed.

Kaleb: Now play with your nipples. Make them nice and swollen for me.

He looks up, smirking. “You didn’t even say Truth or Dare, sir.” But his hands are already on his chest. He pinches and rolls his nipples, closing his eyes as he begins to whimper.

He lies down, popping his fingers into his mouth before dragging them over his chest. His nipples grow dark and slick with spit, perfectly hard.

“Mmh, fuck, sir—” He lets out a low moan, fingers pinching harder. His other hand trails up to his throat, resting over the collar.

I squeeze my balls and start stroking myself again. God, if I were there, I’d have my hand around that throat. I’d use the collar like a handle and cut off his air until he begged.

He’s gasping now, making soft little sounds. Completely lost in it.

Kaleb: Stop.

He hears the ding and immediately halts, hands dropping obediently to his thighs.

Kaleb: Truth or dare.

Ash smiles again. “Let’s make it interesting. Why not both at the same time?” He leans back, elbows braced. “C’mon. Do your worst.”

I tighten my grip at the base of my cock. I’m not ready to come yet.

Kaleb: Tell me about your real job, sweetheart. And bring out that pink dildo you love.

Asher bites his lip and strains against the leash, reaching for the toy. He starts sliding off his shorts, no boxers in sight.

Long legs. Tight ass.

Perfect.

Now he’s naked, save for the collar and leash tethered to the bed.

I stroke my cock as I spot a small blue plug already nestled tight in his ass.

He pulls it out with a soft whimper. “Fuck,” he murmurs, setting it aside. Then he brings the camera closer to his face and licks the tip of the pink dildo that I asked for, slow and teasing.

I almost come just watching him. I could train him so well. Right now, he can barely take the head in. The girth stretches his lips wide.

He zooms the camera out, placing the dildo on the floor and kneeling down.

Kaleb: Ride the dildo and tell me about work.

Asher glances at the chat and pouts. His dark eyes go even darker.

He straddles the dildo, groaning at the first push of it inside.

“Fuck… it’s so big,” he moans, easing down further.

I stop jerking. Any more and I’ll blow.

He’s careful, slow. His breathing’s shallow as he lowers himself inch by inch.

It’s obscene. Naked and collared, his tie crooked around his neck, nipples flushed pink. He sinks onto the pink dildo with little whimpers like a perfect little slut.

Not yet, Blake.

Kaleb: Talk.

Ash lowers himself more, whimpering, moaning softly, trying to stay quiet for the neighbors.

“Erm... well, my job? I like... oh fuck—” He drops lower. The base nearly disappears inside him. His eyes flutter. “I talk to people online and—oh fuck, sir—I do customer service.”

My cock pulses hard in my hand.

Kaleb: Fuck yourself with the dildo. I’m not paying you to make love to it.

He glances at the screen, groans, and begins bouncing a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” He speeds up, his moans more breathless. He starts to reach for his cock but pulls back, putting two fingers in his mouth instead and groaning around them.

“Mhh….God.” He moves a little faster now, clearly on edge. His hand hovers near his cock but pulls back. Instead, he sticks two fingers in his mouth, groaning around them.

I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw. I’m close. Too close.

Kaleb: Customer service, huh? Are they nice to you, baby?

He’s bouncing up and down on the dildo, biting his lip. His tie is slipping, hanging crooked across his chest.

“I—mhh, oh god…”

He’s about to come, I can see it. Hands-free.

Kaleb: Stop. Sit on it. Still.

He barely reads the message before halting. His body trembles from the restraint. He scrunches his brows, clearly struggling to obey.

“Yes, sir,” he breathes. The dildo is fully inside him now, buried to the base. “The people who call… they’re usually mean and rude,” he groans, shifting slightly, trying to grind against the base.

Kaleb: You like when those men talk down to you? Do you think they can tell you’re a dirty little slut who needs to be told what to do?

I know he hates it when men talk down to him. But when he’s horny? It turns him feral.

There’s something about being forced. About submitting to a man’s command, even if he resents it, that gets him off. Maybe it’s about losing control. Maybe it’s because deep down, he thinks the men online are beneath him, so letting them degrade him feels like the ultimate betrayal.

“Fuck, Kaleb—sir.” He moans, whole body buzzing. “I—yes, I think they can tell I’m a slut.”

Kaleb: Of course they can. Look at you, fucking yourself on a dildo for money. Wearing a school uniform when you didn’t even go to college, correct?

Asher whimpers.

“No, sir. I dropped out.” He closes his eyes, starts moving again, pulling himself up and down.

Kaleb: I know you did. Don’t worry. I like them dumb and slutty.

He bites his lip at the chat, cheeks flushing. His pupils are blown wide.

“I’m not dumb,” he mutters. But I’ve got him. He’s slipping. The degradation cracks through whatever pride he tries to hold onto.

Why does it work so well on him? Maybe he needs to feel punished. Maybe giving himself to men like us is the only way he knows how to feel wanted.

Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.

Kaleb: Stand up. Show me that hole. Play with it.

He moans but obeys, rising to his feet. He bends over for the camera, stretching his tight hole open with both hands. His ass is flushed and slick. The dildo glistens nearby, still wet.

He groans as he opens himself wider.

I take a few screenshots for my private collection.

Kaleb: Now tell me how smart you are, Bambi. Shove your fingers in that tight ass and prove it.

The chat alert makes him glance up. He hesitates, flushes, then follows the order.

“Just ‘cause I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m dumb,” he mutters, pushing two long fingers inside himself.

Kaleb: Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, okay?

His jaw tightens.

“I’m serious, asshole.” His voice is sharper, but he’s still finger-fucking himself. “Stop insulting me.”

That moan at the end nearly finishes me.

Kaleb: You need a man to help you think. And that’s okay, Bambi. That’s what I’m here for.

He stiffens, eyes locked on the chat. He’s clearly caught between lust and pride. His brows draw together like he’s ready to argue, but he doesn't stop.

I keep pumping, feeling my orgasm crest.

Kaleb: Truth or dare. Last one.

Asher’s eyes are glassy. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, breath uneven.

“Dare.”

I grin.

Kaleb: Tell me what a dumb little slut you are.

It’s a direct order. I can see him hesitate, but his cock gives him away. It’s twitching with need.

He sighs, bites his lip, and finally mutters, “I’m a dumb little slut.”

His voice is quiet, almost bashful. Then his hand drops between his legs.

Kaleb: Kiss the dildo and thank it.

He turns bright red. He’s about to argue.

Kaleb: I don’t pay my dumb little slut to think, do I?

Asher groans, leans down, and kisses the tip of the dildo.

Kaleb: Come on, Bambi. Kiss it.

He glares at the camera but obeys. He drags his tongue from the base to the tip and kisses it again.

“Thank you.”

Kaleb: Show some respect. That dildo was just inside you. Call it sir.

Still crouched, he reads the message. Then lets out a soft, pitiful whimper.

“Kaleb…”

His cock is still hard, aching.

He presses a kiss to the dildo’s head again. “Thank you… sir.”

I give myself one more stroke and come hard, groaning into the silence of my office. If he were here, I’d have him on his knees, licking it off my hand. Thanking me for my seed.

Dirty little boy.

Kaleb: Good boy.

Asher slumps back with a smile.

Kaleb: Don’t come.

He pouts.

“But, sir…” His big brown eyes stare right through me.

Kaleb: You know if I was there, I’d hold you, right?

Asher nods, but his lower lip trembles. I see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Shit.

I should’ve known better. You don’t push someone like this if you’re not ready to offer real aftercare.

He sniffles quietly, blinking fast. He’s facing away from the camera, like he’s trying to hide it.

Kaleb: Grab the jacket I sent you. Put it on.

He obeys without question, tugging on the oversized hoodie. My old university logo stretches across his chest.

Kaleb: You’re perfect.

And he is.

God, he is.

I can’t wait any longer.