the text message reads:
hello stud. glad you got free of the bondage my hooker friends left you in. how do you like the cock cage they locked on you? i hope you like it because it stays on for the next 30 days.
how you hide it from your gym buddies and your sweet little girlfriend is your problem to deal with. if you remove the cage- i will know. there is a monitoring chip on it tied in to my computer. i find you’ve removed it and i will release the pics the hooker took of you to your fiance, who i believe will promptly end the engagement and your chance to tap into her family’s fortune.
do you think i am fooling? i am not. i know your address and phone number. i know where you work. i know your fiance’s phone number and the number to her parent’s home. i know everything.
so- what do i want?
i want your cock trapped for 30 days with no chance of erection. i want a naked pic of you each night taken at the same time- exactly at 2 am. i want it taken with your phone and sent to me with a text stating that you are complying to “your master’s” wishes. you will find a pill bottle containing 30 viagras on the nightstand. you will take them each evening at midnight. you will take them as you sit naked in front of your webcam linked to my computer so i can see that you are doing as ordered. i want to see that boner pill melting on your tongue.
at the end of 30 days you will report back to this hotel room where you will meet again with my hooker friends who will bind you spread eagle to the bed once more. it is at that point i will knock on the door and come in so we can have a little one-on-one time together. i so want to get to know your str8 cock a whole lot better.
obey these directives and by 11 am that next morning i will be out of your life for good. disobey and i will ruin you.
In chastity for 30 days, and taking a daily Viagra? I love it!!! I just told my Master about it, and he is going to obtain a supply for me, so that I may experience the same!
"Dude I got finals!"
"….And I got a boner."
No matter how many times Dad assures me my dick is just perfect, I’m always aware of it’s limited size. The lack of pubic hair makes it look even smaller I think, and I find undressing in public places humiliating. Particularly at the gym. Young jocks, proud of their muscular and masculine bodies, are not very subtle or discreet when they stare at me or comment among themselves, as if I can’t hear it. They “whisper” things like “You think he’s a faggot?” or “Look at that tiny thing!” and then they burst out in laughter. When I complain to Dad, he just tells me that he wouldn’t have me any other way, and that it’s foolish of me to take any notice of what others say.