2 WEEKS LATER
It was finally time I made my way to the park that I had told Tristan to meet me. Of course, there he was just as I had ordered him. Just tossing the football up and down by himself, he had this look on his face like he wasn’t sure why he was doing it but he couldn’t stop. I walked up to him, “Hey slave, you miss me?” I asked with devilish smile. He looked up at me and his eyes grew big again and he dropped the football and his arms fell to his sides as he stood at attention. He looked especially hot today wearing some tight under armour. “Yes master.” He said in his monotone that I missed so much.
“Let me just inspect my servant to make sure you’ve been keeping yourself up for me.” I said as I began feeling up his body running y hands across his muscular build. Feeling his rippling pecs under the under armour. “I like the haircut by the way.” I said forgetting that I had commanded that. “Thank you master.” He responded with pride.
“Let’s go back to your place, you break it off with that girl?” I asked.
“Of course master. You are the only one in my life.”
Good. We went back to his, or now my house which was pretty nice. I told him it was his lucky day because he would finally be getting that release that he so desperately desired.