He Asked for It!

A few days later Eddie was sitting on his man chair, sipping on a fresh, hot cup of black coffee. His phone was open, and he was scrolling through X, checking on all the Gooners. The boys were feeling frisky; there was one video after another of men masturbating and sharing it with the world.

It was a beautiful thing. Watching young men show off their cocks without shame, without guilt, just enjoying their bodies. Taking full autonomy over their own pleasure with each act of self-love, a “self-remembering.”

The Self flowing back to the Self in a chain of orgasms. Each one of them like Narcissus, lost in their own masculine power, staring into their smartphones like a reflective, still pond. A boy about 18 or 19 years old came rolling through the feed. He looked younger, so Eddie clicked his profile to see what the situation was.

“He is in the military and has tattoos,” Eddie said to himself. As he went back to the short, he thought, “Ok, I won’t get arrested watching this.”

He watched the boy goon for a few minutes. He was totally “checked out” on his dick, super horned up, and intoxicated with his own penis. Drunk on ecstasy—not the drug, but the serotonin and dopamine that were coursing through his body.

“I’m so happy right now!” the boy said, looking into the camera. “It feels so good playing with my cock in front of you. I can’t believe I am doing this. I can’t believe I am masturbating my big hard penis in front of everyone right now! Oh man, this feels so good. I feel so proud.” Then he let go of his genitals and held up both arms to make the international sign of Goon, the strong-man arms.

“Damn, that boy is living his best life,” Eddie said out loud. Then he clicked back again to see if he had an OnlyFans, which he did, and 70K followers on X. “I hope that boy is killing it,” Eddie said, laughing.

Then Eddie’s iPhone went off. It was a text message from Tye, his BDSM client. Eddie had been playing Tye’s Master for about two years now. Once a month, Tye would show up around 10 AM and play slave for the rest of the day. Eddie loved Tye; he was one of his favorite clients. Eddie didn't have to climb up on a table, bend over and break his back, or get sore from doing a massage. He could just play and be bossy for a few hours and get paid, nicely. Tye pulled up and texted Eddie to tell him he was there. “Come on in, buddy. You know the drill,” Eddie texted.

Eddie had rules that Tye had to play by or the “game” would be over. Tye knew when Eddie opened the door, he was to be staring at the ground, not looking into Eddie's eyes, or glancing up to see his face.

After Eddie buzzed him in, there was a knock at the door. Eddie slowly opened the door with a scowl on his face. Tye was a man in his 40s, wealthy. He ran multimillion-dollar corporations that imported decorative furniture from India into the United States.

He always showed up with two bags. One was a suitcase that carried all his sex toys and gear. The other bag was full of avocados, an offering to the Tantric Sex God. He received them like tribute.

“Way-min,” Eddie said as he took the bags out of his hands.

Tye’s eyes were sealed shut, afraid that if he saw Eddie, the game would be over. Eddie put the avocados on the bar like tribute and then the suitcase on his massage table. He opened it and dumped the contents out. There were thongs and jock straps, dildos and butt plugs, rope, a ball gag, and a blindfold.

Eddie walked back into the living room, where Tye was already on his hands and knees, waiting for Eddie’s next command.

As Eddie walked up, he said, “Put it on,” and handed the blindfold to Tye. Tye quickly put it over his eyes; his hands were shaking.

“Why are you shaking?” Eddie blurted out. The force of his command made Tye flinch.

“I... I... I don’t know, sir. I feel... I am afraid, sir.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and said, “I am not going to beat you today. I’m going to humiliate you. I’m tired.”

“Fuck, where is the leash?” Eddie said.

“It was in the bag, sir,” Tye responded, his voice cracking.

Eddie said, “Fuck it.” He grabbed the back of Tye’s head and snatched up as much hair as he could to drag Tye into the bedroom. As Eddie began to walk, Tye got jerked forward and started commando crawling as fast as he could to keep up with Eddie’s pace.

When they got into the bedroom, Eddie said, “Put your knees on this pillow and lift your chin.”

Tye complied. Eddie took two steps forward and lifted his testicles, laying them across Tye’s face. Eddie's balls were so big that his scrotum basically covered Tye’s entire face, almost leaving no room to breathe.

“What’s my name, faggot?” Eddie barked.

“Master!” Tye replied, shaking.

Tye shook because engaging in this kind of roleplay reset his nervous system. The act of submission was totally foreign to him until he found BDSM. He spent his entire life building an empire in a world run by assholes, always the one in charge, always the one holding it all up. Literally, if he didn’t do submission work, he would destroy himself on the altar of capitalism.

It was his release from the mundane world, and Eddie was happy to play Master.

“Good faggot. Now stand up.”

Eddie halfway assisted Tye in getting up, since he was nervous and destabilized.

“Chin up, you little fucking bitch,” Eddie commanded. Tye’s head snapped into alignment.

“Did you like that, Tye?” Eddie whispered close to his ear. “Did you like being called a faggot by another dude?”

Tye opened his mouth to breathe. After a gulp, he said, “Yes, Master.”

Eddie looked him over. “Put your fucking hands behind your head, fag.” Tye’s arms went up immediately, and he interlocked his fingers, placing his folded hands at the base of his occiput.

Eddie unbuckled Tye’s belt and unzipped his jeans. “It’s time to examine your penis, faggot.” Eddie slid Tye’s jeans to his ankles. The 40-year-old man stood in Eddie's temple, blindfolded, a white t-shirt on, hands behind his head, pants around his ankles, and with a full erection.

“Oh, you're horny today?” Eddie chuckled. He flattened his palm and slapped Tye’s cock. Tye jumped.

“I said, are you horny, pervert?!” Eddie escalated.

“Yes, Master, I... I am horny today,” Tye responded in a terrified whimper.

The filth of the scene got Eddie super hard.

“Spread your legs, faggot. I need to check your balls,” Eddie said, and Tye complied.

For the next five minutes or so, Eddie stood there, masturbating himself with his left hand and stroking Tye with the right. Eddie took his index, middle, and ring fingers and reached under Tye’s balls. He gently pressed up into Tye’s prostate externally. Tye dumped a huge load of pre-cum on Eddie’s floor, like water spilling out of a bottle.

“Damn, dude, that’s a lot of pre-cum.”

Tye’s face was blushing, and he responded, “I'm sorry, Master.”

Eddie was intrigued. He saw the human body as sacred, a temple for the Holy Ghost. Eddie experienced the world energetically as texture, light, and sound. He had ASD, which made him incredibly sensitive to stimulation of any kind.

After slapping their dicks around, Eddie finished undressing Tye and guided him onto the bed.

Eddie leaned into Tye and said, “We are going to jack each other off now. Then you are going to bathe me and make me my supper, bitch. Do you understand? I am not in the mood for this today.”

Tye knew by the sound of Eddie’s voice that Eddie was tired and didn’t want a prolonged playtime. “Yes, Master! I want to make you cum, Master.”

Eddie let out a sigh of relief and stood up on the bed. “Get on your knees and jack it off in your mouth.”

Tye complied. He got onto his knees and, with his right hand, started jacking off Eddie’s cock, manhandling his balls with the left. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” Eddie said. “I'm cumming.”

With that, Eddie ejaculated in Tye’s mouth. Tye was not allowed to suck his dick, but Eddie would shoot his loads in Tye’s mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuccckkkk,” Eddie moaned. He grabbed Tye’s shoulder to steady himself. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie said.

“Master, can I cum, Master? Please?”

Eddie reached behind Tye’s head and slid off the blindfold. “Go ahead. Cum on my feet.” And just like that, Tye started ejaculating on Eddie's toes while gazing down in amazement.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH,” Tye moaned. “FUUUUUUCCCKKK.”

Eddie smiled. His workday was over. Now it was time to just chill.

Eddie’s week sucked, and he needed to just relax with Tye. A few hours later, Eddie and Tye were sitting at the bar, rolling a joint and having freshly brewed coffee. Master was off. They were just two men at the bar.

“So, are you OK, Eddie?” Tye said.

Eddie looked Tye in the eyes and shrugged. “I guess. I don’t know. I think so. Maybe.”

Then Tye took Eddie’s hand and said, “You know you can count on me, right? If you need anything, money, whatever, just text me, and I’ll hook you up.”

Eddie felt relief. “Thank you, buddy. I appreciate you. Really. I love it when I get to roleplay with you.”

The two men watched as the sun set over a Western Massachusetts sky.