chapter 4

From Phil: 

I was shopping today with my latest ‘girl Friday’, you know a good fun lady to play with when I fancy female fun. Nothing special, although she’s good fun always game, and gives the best blow jobs. But nothing long term, just fun and games. I like women sometimes, occasionally, but I like men all the time. It’s always good for my reputation with the lads to have a girl in my pocket, which can always be relied upon when I need arm candy. I have a ball to go to on Saturday and now I am all set, girl and dress sorted. There was a lad in the shop serving us, slightly chubby and cub like. Obviously gay, with a camp flair and mannerisms. Probably mid twenties. Probably deeply repressed, quite possibly in the closet. But he was one of those lads everyone knows is gay, but it’s never spoken about. After all what straight man would have the patience and discipline to work in a ladies fashion store. Surrounded by sexy young ladies, and not being able to even look. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it and my interests in women is limited. The lad was not fit, so not my usual type but he had potential. He was good looking, in a hairy, chubby kind of way. But with a little training and advice he could be quite the fit muscle lad. He just needs the discipline and the right diet. But he’s probably heard that all before from other guys. He’s probably brushed off a lot of advice like that and given up. But the most noticeable quality was that every time I asked him to do something he did it without questioning. Without hesitation. Like he almost enjoyed it. Every time I found something for him to do, he was there obeying. It turned me on so much and got my dick twitching. The connection between us was electric on a dom and sub level. But what’s the point in thinking about he probably wouldn’t be interested in the sort of fun I am. Hell, he is probably as vanilla as they come. His idea of fun is probably a few cocktails and then a kiss and fondle and it’s all over. Which is no nothing like my idea of fun. In fact what’s fun for me is probably hell for him. But my body is everything to me, I need to keep fit, I need to work out five times a week. It’s who I am and if I don’t do it, I don’t feel right. Nothing can come in the way of that. I can tell anyone all my measurements at any one time. If my shirts become too lose I get real anxiety. My pecs are defined and bulbous handfuls with tiny nipples balancing on there crisp edges. My abs are chiselled and pointing down towards my crotch. With a handsomely sized endowment. My arms are also huge, most of the twinks need two hands to fit around my arms. I can dead lift one hundred and fifty kilos, no problems. But once you have a body like that, the pressure is to keep it especially when it’s how you earn your income. I was in the gym tonight, and I could not concentrate at all. I needed a good workout. As I have eaten a lot of calories the last few days chilling with my casual girl. Meals out, snacks and not a lot of exercises. But my focus was on Jack a lad I hardly know. The other lads at the gym, noticed I was off my game. It’s bad the other guys are looking more defined then me, there bulking better they look more committed. It’s not good, if I don’t keep up the work, I’ll lose clients. That’ll cost me money. It’s only online videos, of me flexing and playing with my male subs. Just the lighter softer stuff. However I am in the top 1% on the site, earning hundreds of thousands each month. My interests in Jack were strictly private, let’s face it he is too chubby for porn. It would not Match the brand, people would not pay to see a chubby lad would they. However for me, thinking about a chubby little sub on knees obeying me. That turns me on just thinking about it. It just stirs my cock through my tight gym shorts. Tonight I have a sub coming around, he is everything you would expect twenty one, six pack, AB’s perfect tan and very willing arse that can take almost anything. But it’s not what I want. It’s not what I’ll be thinking about tonight. But hey I can go through the motions and play the role for the camera. It’s all too pretty and perfect. Basically fake. After all that’s what funds my lifestyle, pays the bills. I had to choose my mask, I always wear a mask on camera. Something bright and scary. I was getting out the required toys, choosing dildos, plugs and clamps. Arranging the bedroom, removing the duvet, adding rope ties to the bed and setting up the cameras. Tonight will be an after the gym type scene starting off in gym gear and using my weights bench. Then moving onto the bed with the toys. I am going to have to find another reason, to go back to that shop were I saw Jack. The problem is it only sells women’s clothes. Find some reason to pass on my details or arrange something. But the most important thing is not to put Jack off and pray Jack has never seen my online content. Things will be different with him, I’ll be Dom and always will be. However, I’ll be softer with him but I will most definitely be in charge. Although having examined his character I am sure he will make a good sub, but he probably doesn’t know it. Yet.