A walk with my master

Meeting him was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my life. I have always felt lost, helpless in a world that overwhelmed me. I'm 30 years old and my life couldn't be more boring and simple. I was never very smart, at least when it came to studying. I was one of those teenagers who dropped out of school, unmotivated by my low abilities and the desire to earn money so I could do whatever I wanted. I started working as a laborer on a construction site, earning much more money than I could imagine. Later, I got a job in a warehouse where I earned even more, and I stayed there. It is a heavy, boring, and very monotonous job. I live alone and no one waits for me at home. I had a girlfriend for a couple of years, but we lost the passion and broke up.

I had always looked at the asses and bulges of my classmates and coworkers. That, to which I didn't want to give importance, grew over the years, to the point where I only think about guys. Lucas, my coworker, had a bulge to die for. He was twenty years old and very hot. Sometimes I had breakfast with him, sitting on a curb at the warehouse, and I couldn't stop looking at him. Although nothing ever happened between us. I lived in a daze. I worked, went home, went to the gym, slept, and back to work. At night I watched a movie, but never finished it, I always fell asleep. One day, horny and bored with my sad sex life and my existence, I downloaded an app. My intention was to get horny with some guy but with no expectations of anything more; I wasn't the kind of person who met up with people, let alone without knowing them.

I put up a photo that showed my mouth and a bit of my body. I'm not the hottest guy in the world, but I think I look okay. I got a lot of messages, although all of them, like me at first, just wanted to jerk off. Until the day I met him, my master. In his profile, he was sitting in a desk chair, showing his bulge, with a masculine posture. Part of his head was visible, with his full lips and two-day stubble. It was a posture that conveyed self-confidence. He greeted me with "hello, bitch," and I, in my inexperience, greeted him with "hello, how are you?" That greeting began my apprenticeship into a wonderful world, his world. A new beginning for me, in which I finally found the meaning of my life: to serve him. He scolded me and immediately demanded a photo on my knees, naked, and an audio begging forgiveness for daring to greet him that way. Never in my life would I have thought I would agree to something like that, but I did.

That triggered a series of orders and demands that I gradually adapted to and fulfilled. I didn't always manage to live up to them, but my master punished me so that I would learn and it wouldn't happen again. My life changed completely. At work, I was happy, I whistled and talked more than usual. My coworkers immediately thought I had a girlfriend, but nothing could be further from the truth. I had a master, one to truly serv...