The 30 Day Contract

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My relationship with Shawn had always been, for lack of a better word, normal. In fact, everything about my life was normal. I grew up in a normal house, with normal parents who had normal jobs. We weren't rich, we weren't poor, we were... Normal.

The only thing about me that was slightly different, was the fact that I was gay. Despite that, very little changed when I came out. I didn't lose any friends, I didn't get bullied, I didn't fall out with my parents. Things just carried on through high school, and then, in my final year, I met Shawn.

Sometimes I laugh about how perfect we both are for each other. He's a twenty-two year old plumber and I'm a nineteen year old college student, but for whatever reason, our relationship just works. My parents love him, his parents seem to love me, and just recently, Shawn asked me to move in with him.

He does well in his job. So well, in fact, that he was able to rent his first apartment, and I have to admit, I was impressed. As masculine as my boyfriend is, or, tries to be, at least, the place is surprisingly clean, neat and tidy.

My mom was sad to see me go, but dad was surprisingly supportive, and even helped me move my things. As well as that, he helped to convince mom that it wasn't too bad considering I was less than an hours drive away. I was well aware that dad simply wanted more time alone with mom, and I refused to think any more about it.

So all in all, there are really no other words to describe my life but normal. And as fun as that can be, I'd be lying if I said that, at times, it didn't get just a little monotonous.

When I moved in with Shawn I had hoped for something a little different. Just something to shake things up, and don't get me wrong, our first week together was spent fucking on every conceivable surface. He fucked me in the living room, he fucked me in the bathroom, he fucked me in the kitchen, the bedroom, the spare room, the hallway and even on the stairs. We fucked in the morning before I went to college, in the evening when he came home from work, and at one point, we fucked three times throughout the night, and he was late the next day. That was fun.

After that, however, things seemed to return to, well... Normal. We became like those boring old people you see on television who sit in front of the tele eating their dinner, go to bed, wake up, go to work, come home and repeat.

Perhaps it was obvious that I was becoming restless in our seemingly mundane relationship, but who could blame me? I had a boyfriend who was one of the hottest guys I had ever known. He was one of those cheeky looking dudes, who always appeared as though he was up to no good. He was incredibly handsome, perfectly built, and he had a cock to die for. Yet, there we were, saying goodnight to each other at nine o' clock on a Friday.

I slouched into the bedroom, stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed. As I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, I wondered what would happen. I was too young to be locked into a boring relationship that would ultimately turn into a boring marriage and a boring life. Yet, I loved Shawn with everything I had, and the thought of losing him was almost too much to bear.

Little did I know that at that exact moment, Shawn was thinking the very same thing. Little did I know, that unlike me, Shawn was making plans to fix things that neither of us had broken. Little did I know, that in just a few hours, everything was going to change, and nothing or no one could prepare me for it.

The alarm clock rang, just like it always did. I groaned to myself, still mostly asleep, and searched for it with my hand, blindly. Every Saturday morning started the same way, and that was, with Shawn forgetting to turn off the damn alarm. Eventually I found it and smashed my fist down, silencing the thing and turning back over.

"Stand up".

I kept my eyes closed, but I knew that it was Shawn's voice that I'd heard. I groaned again, it was too early for talking.

"I said stand up!"

I wasn't sure who he thought he was talking to. Perhaps he was on the phone to someone who wasn't me, because he sure as hell wasn't talking to me like that.

"Are you deaf, boy? Stand up!".

My eyes shot open and I sat up on my elbows, glaring at him as he stood at the end of the bed wearing nothing but a grin.

"Excuse me?" I barked, and his grin got wider.

"You heard me, bitch" he said, "stand up and follow me".

Without another word, Shawn turned on his feet and strolled naked from the room. I watched, my eyes wide, and wondered what the fuck had gotten into him. We didn't argue much, and when we did, we never resorted to insults. I was quite sure that nobody had ever called me a bitch before, let alone my boyfriend, so without thinking, I jumped from the bed and marched toward the living room.

"Yeah, so I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking..." My voice trailed off as I reached him.

He stood in the middle of the room with a wooden cane in one hand and a dog collar in the other. I cocked a brow and my eyes fell on the coffee table where a single sheet of paper and a pen sat. I looked back at him, extremely confused.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Read it" he told me, "and sign it if you agree".

A laugh escaped me. Was this some sort of Fifty Shades shit? I eyed the cane again, and although I'd never felt the sting of one, I had to admit that it was rather exciting. The dog collar, on the other hand, looked a little too humiliating for me.

"You're insane" I said, yawning and stretching, but I couldn't deny that adding a bit of spice to our relationship was a pretty good idea.

I sat down on the sofa and grabbed the sheet. I was expecting some sort of fluffy, romantic roleplay, but when I began reading, I realised that there was nothing fluffy or romantic about it.

Conor's Slave Contract

By signing this contract, I, Conor Reddy, agree to abide by all of Master Shawn's rules. I will do what he says, when he says it. I will make myself available to him, and to others when he decides. My body is his to use as and when he pleases. My sexual pleasure is no longer my priority. My priority is solely my Master and his needs. For the duration of one single month (30 days), I will devout my life to my Master. I will not refuse him. Furthermore, by signing this contract, I also agree to follow the rules outlined below.

I: I will remain naked at home, and dress how Master decides when we are out.  II: I will spend the next 30 days in complete chastity unless Master allows me to orgasm.  III: I will address Master as Sir or Master at all times.  VI: I will obey every command that Master gives me in a timely manner.  V: I will serve Master's needs and desires in any way that I physically can.

By signing this contract, I am in full agreement with the above, and, being bound by such, will strive to be the best slave that I can be.

Signed: _____________________________

"You're joking right?" I laughed, scanning it again, "you're not actually serious, right?"

I looked up at him. His seven inch cock was already as stiff as a rock, and he was whipping the cane into the palm of his hand. He shrugged.

"You want to spice things up?" He asked casually, "then you know what to do".

I cocked a brow again. I'd known Shawn for almost two years, and the kinkiest thing he'd ever done was give me a foot rub. This wasn't him.

"Shawn, you're not... I mean, and please take this in this nicest way, but you're not really... Master material". Even saying the word made me cringe, but I quickly snapped out of it when my boyfriend grabbed the coffee table, shoved it across the room and dragged me to my feet by my arm.

He was twice my size, a few inches taller, and infinitely stronger. I lost my breath as he glared down at me, and felt his thick cock push against my underwear.

"Oh yeah?" He breathed, his strong hand pushing up my chest until his fingers wrapped around my throat. "Are you sure about that, boy?"

My heart began to pound. I'd never seen this side to him before, and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't turning me on. I could smell the faint hint of sweat from him, and just like it always did, it drove me wild.

I leaned forward to kiss him. If nothing else, he had gotten me in the mood for Saturday morning sex, and just as I reached his lips, his hand grasped my chin and he squeezed me.

"Did I tell you to kiss me?" He whispered, in the deepest, hottest voice I'd ever heard. "Did I?"

"N... No" I managed, feeling my own cock stiffen.

"No what?"

I let out another laugh, but his grip tightened and suddenly I was realising that Shawn wasn't just playing. I stared into his dark brown eyes, and in that moment, I fell in love with him all over again.

"No sir".

Shawn smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, hard. He still held me in place, and took full control over the kiss, and I couldn't deny that it was probably the hottest one we'd ever had.

"So what's it gonna be, boy?" He asked, releasing me, "are you ready to serve for a month?"

I considered cracking a joke, but I could see now that this wasn't a laughing matter. Shawn was really wanting to do this, and honestly, it sounded extremely fucking hot. He knew that I had a kinky side, but I kept it under wraps so as not to scare him off. We'd spoken about it a few times, but I always assumed that Shawn was your typical vanilla guy. This, was making me think otherwise.

"Alright" I nodded, containing an excited grin, "you wanna play kinky? Let's play".

I walked over to the coffee table, crouched down and scribbled my name across the line. When I stood back up, I almost felt the air in the room change. Shawn looked at me hungrily, and my heart racex even faster.

"There" I said, dropping the pen, "now I"m all yours".

"You've got that right, boy" he said, his voice low once more, "now strip. Slaves don't wear clothes".

"Is that so?" I laughed, but stripped out of my boxers before walking sensually toward him. "So a poor little slave like me just has to take care of his big, sexy master all day?" I asked, drawing out my words in an attempt to seduce him.

I reached him, slid my finger down his chiselled chest, and suddenly, I was being dragged across the room and shoved against the wall.

"I think this ass of yours needs a bit of colour" he snarled, spanking me hard, "maybe then you'll remember your rules".

I winced and gasped as his hand pommelled my plump backside, but my cock was already beginning to leak against the wall. Perhaps this was a good idea after all.