Peter looked into the webcam. The tangy taste of the man’s cum on his lips was almost as overwhelming as the musky scent of sex in the air.
The message window popped up on his computer.
'Good job, boy.'
Part of his brain was still freaking out. How had he gone from emailing this man as a bit of a dare to himself to sucking a gay guy’s cock on cam while his Master, a man he had never met or seen, watched over the internet?
'Lick it up, fag.'
Peter nodded and started cleaning up the cum on his body and face. He had to see Jenny soon. He thought about cleaning his teeth. He didn’t want her to taste the cum on his lips.
'Tomorrow, boy, we will begin your ass training. Understand?'
Peter knew he could stop. Right now. All it would take would be to turn off his computer. He knew Master would never expose him. He trusted the man.
But he also knew he wouldn’t stop.
Peter nodded and smiled, a blob of jism still on his lips…
(Source: fleischtheke, via paul-curious)