She was quiet while her gaze ran from my eyes down to my crotch and back up again. “Are you hard?”“No.”“Do you want to become hard?” As sh...e spoke, she undid her top and it fell to the floor. Her boobs were large, a C cup with tiny pink nipples. I dropped the can. It rolled under the kitchen table, spilling beer all over the floor.Brandy cupped her boobs an ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Do you want to touch?”As in a dream, I saw my hands move forward as she took a step toward me. Then I had. . When I heard him come in that morning, I was masturbating thinking about him and I having sex. I used him to think about, to get me off real good. Now that his dad was gone, the thought just made me hotter. Sometimes I would set his picture between my legs and fantasize we were fucking so good. I had taken the picture one night as he came out of the shower with a big hardon. He was just standing there drying his hair when I snuck the picture shot. ....I quick pulled back into my bedroom and. You’ve known Mikey since you were 14. He was an underachieving senior who was dating a friend of a friend’s sister. Then he graduated (barely) and got dumped by the girl, but still hung out in your circle. After you finally graduated and your friends escaped this shithole, Mikey was the only one left. He has few interests besides computer games, drugs, and his stillborn music career. But he did get you this job in the country cleaning for a retired scientist/inventor. You’ve heard rumors about. —Why? He looked down at the feminized little faggot with so much scorn the boy cringed. Why should I forgive you? You’ve been nothing but trouble for me. Always questioning, begging, trying to top me from the bottom? Give me one good reason why you should keep your balls. —master, what if? the boy began, but trailed off, his lower lip, plumped with silicon and painted bright, cock-sucking red, disappeared between his teeth. He bit until he drew blood. —Yes, slave. What if?? —master, what if.