Successor [WHOLE STORY]

Somehow I woke up in this strange house with a typed-out letter explaining my new life. I’m not sure what kind of sick joke this is but there’s no way I’m going to be some ‘useless... house... boy’ to some... guy... named ‘Aaron.’

I had to read it again... 

Welcome to your new life as a sub slave bitch. Master Aaron is who you will serve. Your personality and your, shall we say, reactions to certain things will come to you soon. You’ll soon feel your confidence, strength... your manhood dwindle. Everything you think about will now revolve around Aaron. 

He’s downstairs waiting for you.

Signed X

P.S. Don’t be surprised if forces prevent you from leaving the home. 

I had to wake up from this nightmare... 

Within seconds I found my way to the bedroom door - but found my shorts falling down simultaneously.

“...The fuck?” I looked into a vanity mirror to see myself at least 30 pounds lighter! In order to cover up I rushed toward a pile of clothes that were neatly folded atop a dresser. I found tighty whities... a pair of ‘kids size’ large shorts in bright red, and a small white tee.

“Who the fuck?!” No way...

“Fuck it! Fine!” I threw it all on, purely out of desperation. The clothes were clearly meant to make me look ridiculous. It was suddenly I noticed the reduction of most my body hair and the softening of my muscle. I still looked like myself but I felt sick to my stomach at the loss of my once proud stature.

Swinging the door open I ran down a huge marble white staircase and onto a pool deck where I saw a man napping in the sun. I began to stare at his features against my will. His dense patch of inner chest hair spread more evenly across his pecs, which connected to a thick thatch of pit hair. Fuck, I can’t stop talking about it and now I’m starting to sport a little boner. “Wait?” Why did I just think little boner? 

I... think it’s because I see how large this man’s dick is by his huge crotch on display. But... I shouldn’t be this small... My dick feels smaller in my pants. 

“Gotta get out of here.... now!” I ran quietly toward the gate but somehow alarmed a motion sensor that set off a water sprinkler system. My t-shirt became drenched, my shorts alike.

“Joey, boy!” I heard from behind me.

I froze. “But who’s Joey?” I thought...

“I’m not Joey, I’m- -”

Something isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here. Now I’m soaked, and this man is angry. I don’t want him to be angry.

- - “Joey, Get over here... and take off that shirt, you’re soaked!” 

Man his voice is so coarse. Mine is... it’s soft.

“I’ll just grab some dry clothes from him and be on my way.” 

* * *

"I'm sorry master Aaron but I don't belong here. If I could just grab some dry clothes I'll be on my way," I found myself saying, shocked furthermore over my using of the term 'master Aaron.'

Instead of a response from Aaron I just received a cold stare by way of raised eyebrows and a look of disgust. Still, I found myself raising my shirt off over my head and then throwing it to the concrete ground. Aaron moved a bit and sat on the edge of his lounge chair, digging into his pants meanwhile. His dick seemed abnormally big and uncomfortable for him.

Finally he told me, "What did I say about coming down here and annoying the fuck out of me?"

I was at a loss of memory apparently. I had no clue what he meant. All I was able to accomplish while stand before him and embarrass myself by getting lost in staring at his body again. 

"Up here, faggot!" Aaron snapped at me, then chuckled.

"Why you always popping boners?"

"Is it cause you're a little pathetic slut?"

"Get over here and smell my crotch, little bro. C'mon."

"Git!" Aaron snapped his fingers again.

His voice was so commanding. I jotted over to his chair. He began to gently brush his hand across my stomach. I felt my little cock throb like crazy. Master Aaron began yanking down my shorts which only had me standing there in silence once more. 

"You're a very excited little slave."

"You ready to cum fast for me like a useless little guy?

"Yea you are!" Aaron made cute animal noises at me. I wanted to be mad but I was trying to focus on holding back my load. Holy shit he's starting to rub my dick! I don't want to cum... 

I can't cum this fast! 

"Ah! Here we go! Blowin' your load!" 

"Gaghh! Mhnnngh" I lost it... I spilled my nuts all over the concrete. 

Master Aaron started to adjust the waistband to his own pair of boxer briefs. I was weak in the legs and master Aaron helped me to my knees. A wet patch was forming over master Aaron's crotch which I couldn't stop staring at.

"Alright go in boy, go in." He pushed my head steady deep into his groin. I was met with tons of pubic hair and musk. His dick was hard all around my face... his hand firm on the back of my head.

"Suck me off bitch. I take a while. Just make sure you cook dinner when you're done."

"And no talking."