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Yesterday night I was on my bed reading. I had a good day and I was ready to sleep, but you know, I just was reading “that last chapter”, but then my phone sound. Was that particular sound that Kik does. Was Fran, my Sir. We say hi, we talked a little and then, suddenly, he told me, no, he commanded me to cum. Right there right now. I was already hard (I’m always hard with I talk with Fran), so I started jerking off. He demanded to go faster and cum immediately. I took my clothes off and i jerked faster. I came. My cum was all over me. I reported that I have cum, and then he told me to swallow my own cum. All of it. I said, Yes, Sir! I rubbed my fingers on my abs and chest, and I started to feed me. I licked and sucked the cum out of my fingers. Even at the next morning still I can taste it on my mouth. I told him I was done and clean. He respond with a simple: “Good. Cum again.” And that was all I needed to know to obey and start jerking off again. It took me a little bit longer but I was so turned on that I got hard without problem. I licked my hand and put my salive on my cock. I jerk harder and faster. I pull my ball a little and I twisted my nipples. I came. All my muscles shivered. I told Fran that I was done. He said: “Good boy. Is your cock hurting?” Me: “A little” Fran: “Then let’s go again” Again?! That is imposible, I told to myself, but I’m a Jocktoy. He owns me. What I said to myself is irrelevant. What Fran said is what matters. So I start stroking again. This time was harder, way harder. But Fran started yelling to me, pressuring me. That made me think about him being right there with me, milking me, his hand jerking me off, screaming to my face: Cum, Soldier, cum! My cock was hard, I was groaning loud… and I came for the third time. I told him that I was done. He told me to hydrate and go sleep. And he was gone. I stayed on the bed, tired, sore, sweaty, and my mind spending. What the fuck just happened? I was not sure. But I had a deep feeling that I had been used. A feeling of being just an object, a muscle meat… a Jocktoy. Then I smiled.