Encore — Chapter Ten (Patreon)

Hey guys - thanks so much for waiting for this one. We're in the endgame for this series, so I want to make sure everything lines up. Hope you enjoy it! -Derek

PREVIOUSLY ON ENCORE: There’s this awesome reality show called Encore and it’s making every guy out there into a gay slut.  I’m an obedient jock, and my buddy Mark is a flirty himbo, and recently we both became recruiters too!  I kinda accidentally introduced Encore to a whole bar and my referral score is going through the roof!  Nothing can stop us!

No surprise, Mark and I were watching another episode of Encore.  He had his beefy arm wrapped around me while I leaned into his chest.  It was pure fucking bliss.

The Encore contestants were on another shopping spree, but this time the show had sent them out for what it called “Pretty Boy Paradise”.  It was all hair and makeup and accessories.

“Oh my god,” Striptease glowed.  “It’s like… so slutty!”

He was twisted around so he could see his lower back in the mirror.  He’d gotten a tattoo right above his ass — “USE ME”, with a big arrow pointing down to his hole.

“That’s hot,” Mark laughed.  “Everyone’s so pretty… maybe we should hit the mall.  Like… I’m wearing sunscreen, but I really need a good foundation and maybe some blush?”

“Yeah, but… let’s do the challenge first,” I purred.  The episode was wrapping up and I couldn’t wait to see what the app had in store for us.

The app showed me a big headline that said “MAKE A STATEMENT!”  There were three options, and I had to pick one.  Did I want a tattoo that said “SLUT” right on my chest?  Or should I get my eyebrows threaded?  Or… hmm… maybe I wanted those nipple rings…

“Dude, do you have the same options?” I asked, shoving my phone at Mark.

“Nah brah,” he laughed.  “It says I can get like… a stud in my ear, or a new haircut, or… oh shit, yeah, that’s what I want!”

He tapped a button and smacked his lips together.  Within seconds they were swelling up into a massive pair of DSLs.  Against Mark’s square jaw, it looked vaguely ridiculous, but there was no question — Mark had lip fillers and it was sexy as fuck.

I thought really hard for a second — obviously the SLUT tattoo would be super hot, but my cock jumped the most at the nipple piercings so…

I felt a sharp pain on my nipples and stripped off the tank I was wearing.  There were a pair of golden rings embedded in my nipples now.  I gave it a tiny little pinch and whined with pleasure.

“Oh fuck me…” I moaned.

“Sure babe,” Mark chuckled.  “But I wanna suck you first.”

“You can suck on these,” I teased, giving my nipple another flick.  Thank fuck I was sitting down… I could feel my knees go weak as another wave of pleasure passed through me.

“You know it,” Mark grinned.  He climbed on top of me and locked his mouth over my right nip.  He kissed it tenderly, but even that was enough to make my head swim.  I was getting lost in it when my phone gave an urgent buzz.

“Hey girl,” Harper texted.  “You should come down to the bar!  It’s nickel shot night!”

“Oh dude,” I moaned as Mark worked his mouth across my pecs.  “We gotta go!  Harper’s doing a thingy at the bar, and… c’mon, we GOTTA see how it goes!”

“No…” Mark pouted.  He looked up at me with big bedroom eyes.  “I wanna fuck…”

“Well, like… duh,” I giggled.

“We can go tomorrow,” he promised.  “But tonight…”

Mark slipped his hand into my shorts and pushed two fingers against my hole.  I pushed back on instinct and felt him slip inside.  My body craved a hard cock inside it.

Fuck… I loved what Encore had made me.

My phone buzzed again.

“Leave it,” Mark growled.  “Or maybe you’re not a real slut…”

“No sir,” I begged.  “I’m a real slut!  I promise!”

As if to prove it, my ass relaxed and his fingers plunged deeper inside.  His lips puckered, big and thick.  I felt my nipples tingling at the memory of them.

“Let’s prove it,” Mark whispered in my ear.  “Bedroom… now.”

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and pulled me up off the couch.  I let him march me to the bedroom, his hand clutching my meaty cheeks.  I hated how much clothing I was wearing — a tiny pair of rugby shorts and a black jockstrap.

Mark tore them off me.  Soon I was naked.  I still had my cage, but let’s be honest, that’s a part of me now.

He shucked off his shirt and shorts, then pushed me to the bed.  His cock was hard as fuck — that’s standard for Mark — with only a neon green thong standing between me and his beautiful cock.

“Use your teeth,” he growled.

“Yes sir,” I grinned and grabbed for the string of his thong with my mouth.  It took a few tries, but with a little help from his hips, I pulled off his thong and dropped it down beside the bed.  God his cock was gorgeous — big and thick and right fuckin’ there.

“Suck it,” he smirked.  “No teeth this time.”

“Yes sir!”

I dove onto his cock and tasted his precum.  He was ready to blow… I could feel it starting to twitch with the simplest moves.  After just a minute or two, he pulled me off.

“That’s enough,” he panted.  “Gimme that ass.”

I rolled over and propped up my hips.  Unbelievable that within a week I’d gone from dreading Encore to offering up my ass at the slightest touch.  I remembered watching Josh and Liam turn gay with horror.  I was such a stupid straight boy…

I’m still stupid, but thank god I’m not straight.  Mark’s cock split me in two.

“Oh yeah baby…” he moaned as he fucked my hole good.  “That’s right… take my cock… you’re such a horny fuckin’ slut, aren’tcha?  Take it… take it… take aaaaaoooooohhh!”

I milked his load right outta him.

Mark took a shower after, but I wanted his smell on me, so I slipped back into a jockstrap and lounged on the couch.  My phone had like a some missed texts from my co-worker Brock.

“Hey dude, you got plans tonight?”

“Rusty Stone is doing a stupid good deal on shots, guess Harper over-ordered lol!”

“I’m gonna go get fucked up, c’mon out!”

“Anything good?” Mark asked, walking through the front room naked.  His himbo bod was so freakin’ gorgeous, thick in all the right spots and ripped as fuck.

“Uh, yeah, I guess my buddy Brock is headed to Harper’s bar,” I grinned.

“Yeah, Ben texted too,” Mark waved his phone in my face.  “So we gotta go.  I got that gift I bought for him.”

“Sick,” I grinned, texting Brock back.  He left me on read, but…

I had a suspicion.  My referral score kept going up.

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The Rusty Stone was packed to the rafters when we showed up.

Nearly-free alcohol had brought them there, but Encore was keeping them.  Harper usually kept the TVs tuned to sports, but tonight they were all on Encore.  Right now they were watching episode 2 — the one where everyone goes to the gym and gets huge.

I flexed my bubble butt.  This episode had done a real number on me.

Maybe half the bar were straight looking guys with glassy eyes.  The other half had clearly had their visit to the gym already — massive pecs, big asses, thighs that could crush a man.  And they all had archetypes!  Far from a random pack of muscle bros, these guys were sorted into neat packs of stereotypes.

I remembered that first surge of referrals from last night.  Harper must have put on the show the moment he got back to the bar.  It was the only way to explain the groups of himbos, jocks, muscleboys, and eye candy.

One table was full of giggly guys dressed in pink.  Another was a pack of bros competing to see who could wear the smallest tanktop.  There was even a table of men in leather, cooly surveying the room and picking out their prey.

Like… I’m glad Mark and I got to do this together, but damn… it’d be so cool if I’d done this with all my friends!  Maybe it’s time to call up my old college buddies and host a watch party?

Look at my body.  My slutty look.  The horny need in my eyes.

You’d never guess I went to college.

Oh shit, there was Brock!  Unlike a lot of the bar regulars, he hadn’t had his chance to hit the gym and get outrageously hot yet.  Still… there was Daddy energy that I just couldn’t ignore.

I waved, but he barely noticed me.  His eyes were fixed on Encore.

“Dude, checkout Harper,” Mark whacked my arm to get my attention.  He pointed at a massive man behind the bar.

Harper’s build looked like if Ryan Reynolds had gained a hundred pounds of muscle.  He was moving fluidly behind the bar, incredibly graceful for a man of his size.  With every movement ripples of muscle played along his body.

He was dressed like he’d meant to go to Hawaii.  Hoochie Daddy shorts and a ribbed white tanktop that stood out against his newly tan skin.  The guy was even wearing a hemp necklace.  My hole twitched — god… could you like… be more of a dazed muscle boy?

“Yo boys!” he called when he saw them.  “Let’s get fucked up!”

“Hey brah,” I gave him my airhead grin.  “Look at that look!”

“Hot as fuck, right?” Harper grinned.  “The girls are gonna love this shit!”

“Aw shit, he’s still straight,” Mark moaned.  “We didn’t go gay til… episode seven?”

“Holster your cock,” I laughed.  “It’s just a matter of time.”

“Sick bro,” Harper laughed with no idea what they were talking about.

“This place is like… totally packed!” Mark said, turning his attention back to the bar owner.  “I’ve never seen it this busy!”

“Cheap booze,” Harper laughed.  “That lured ‘em in, but Encore’s got ‘em hooked!”

“We’re gonna go over and sit with a buddy,” I said, gesturing at Brock.

“Sweet bro,” Harper grinned.  “I’m gonna bring you like… way too many shots.”

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Ben showed up just a few minutes later.  He saw us and slid into the empty space beside Mark.

“Hey slut,” he grinned, tweaking Mark’s nipple and making him flinch.  “Who’s the new guy?”

“That’s Brock,” Mark said.  “Ryan works with him.  He’s getting his first dose of Encore.”

“Damn,” Ben looked around the room at all the zoned out men  “Look at these fuckers.  They don’t got a clue what’s in store for them.”

Mark and I locked eyes.

“What episode are you on?” I asked casually.

“Just finished episode six,” Ben smirked.  “They made out with a bunch of dudes at some club, and I thought… y’know, maybe it’s time to give it a try.”

Under the table he was massaging Mark’s leg.

“Oh hey, I got you something,” Mark said, pulling out a gift bag from the Encore store.  “It’s nothing big, just… Ryan and I were at the mall and I wanted to get you something!”

“Aw, look who knows his place,” Ben teased.  “Give it.”

Ben tossed tissue paper on the table, then pulled out a black leather harness.  It was the most elaborate one I’d ever seen — lots of loops and buckles on it.

“Thought you might like it,” Mark said sheepishly.

“I love it,” Ben said.  He leaned in and kissed Mark deeply, the two men locking lips for almost a minute before he came up for air.  Mark looked dazed and happy.

“Wow,” Mark grinned.  “You’re a good kisser.”

“You know it,” Ben chuckled.  “Let's do another one for the gram, k?”

He pulled out his phone and started taking a video.  For another minute or two, they kissed and posed for the phone, letting all Ben’s followers know how much Mark was loving this.

“Hit up my DMs,” Ben grinned into the lens.  He ignored us for a minute while he posted, which was fine by me.  I was busy staring at Brent’s beefy frame and wondering how soon until he kissed me.  Not for a few more episodes, but… Brent was starting to come out of his trance.

“Oh, hey guys,” he said, glancing around.  “Didn’t see you there!”

“No worries bro,” I said.  “You like Encore?”

“Oh man, it’s the best!” Brock laughed.  “I gotta do the challenge, and… oh… uh… I’d love to stay and hang, but I gotta go lift…”

“Go on,” I encouraged him.  “You coming here tomorrow?”

“Every night,” Brock nodded.  “Harper’s gonna show us the whole season!”

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Mark showed up for work the next day and Ben was wearing his gift.  He’d paired the harness with a tight pair of bluejeans and a hardhat.  He’d used the loops and straps on the harness to hang some of his tools.  He was an alpha, and damn… he looked the part.

“Dude looks like BDSM Bob The Builder,” Craig bitched to Mark.  “Sure, you’re a fag, but at least you don’t make this place into a fetish party.”

Mark ratted him out to Ben.  Ben just laughed it off.

“Give it a couple days,” Ben said, texting Craig a link to Encore.  “He can talk shit all he wants, but they’re all gonna suck cock.”

Across the site Mark watched Craig pull out his phone.  He tapped the link and looked confused, but after a few seconds his face dropped into that same zoned out trance we’d seen on Brock.

Encore had him under it’s spell.

While Mark was staring the foreman saw him and came over.  Mark reviewed his outfit — he had stayed conservative, just jeans that made his ass look amazing and a sleeveless tee that showed off his lats and obliques.

God, Mark thought… Ben’s out here in a harness, but I’m gonna catch shit for this?

“Hey Mark,” his foreman grinned happily at him.  “I’ve got big news!”

“What do you mean?” Mark said cagily.

“Dude… Ben showed me this Encore show!” the foreman gushed.  “I’ve just seen the first episode, but… it’s so good.  Have you seen it?”

“Oh…” Mark said, glancing towards Craig and his dazed look.  “I guess you caught me.”

“Haha, yeah bro,” the foreman said happily.  “I’m like… totally hooked on Encore!”

“Wait til you see a few more episodes,” Mark chuckled.  He traced down the outline of his cock with a single finger.  “It’s so intense.”

“It’s the best,” his foreman insisted.

“Totally,” Mark agreed.  “Come see me when you’re ready.”

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Mark and I met up after work so I could take his load.  Then we watched another episode and headed out to the Rusty Stone.

As we walked, Mark couldn’t stop talking about Ben.

“Babe, I’m like… omg, Ben was so totally hawt at work today!” Mark babbled in a valley girl accent.  It sounded so weird coming out of his 200-plus pounds of muscle, but that last episode was called ‘Dumb Bitch Makeover’, and our challenge was to make sure everyone knew what dumb bitches we were.

Mark had picked the valley girl voice.  I picked ‘photo pose’.  I didn’t really know what that meant, but… the valley girl voice made Mark sound like a fuckin’ idiot.

“No way bro,” I egged him on.  “Like… how or whatever?”

“Well… like… he got sooooo many boys hooked on Encore,” Mark grinned.  “But mostly he was just… he… like… his ass looked… like… sooooo good.”

“Oh yah?”

“Awwwww yaaaaah!” Mark giggled.  “He bent over to… like… pick up a saw… and… like… I just about fucked him!”

“Sounds super sexy,” I laughed, holding the door open for him.

The bar was almost too full to enter.  It was all the guys from the night before, but some of them had doubled in size.  All those trips to the gym had really done them some good!

And all of them had an archetype.  There wasn’t a man in the place without an Encore style.  It felt like being in the GI Joe aisle at a toy store, but these figures were looking for a different kind of action.

“Hey boys,” Harper sang out at us.  He pointed across the room to a booth.  “Your buddies over there.  You’re all like… super late!”

“Late?” Mark asked.

“I mean… no big, you’ve seen these all, right?” Harper giggled with that vapid surfer vibe he gave off now.  “But they already watched three episodes.  I’m thinking finish this one and we’ll let them out of school, huh?”

I glanced up at the screen.  The Encore contestants were at a club trying to make out with as many dudes as they could.  I remembered this one — Tanner takes a photo with a chubby redheaded guy and leaves him ripped like a greek god.

We should got there earlier.  If we were on this episode… that meant Brock had already picked an archetype, rebranded his social media, and soon he’d be addicted to posting his life.

Which reminded me…

“Hey sluts,” I grinned into my camera.  “So… Marky and I came down to our faaaaave Encore bar, The Rusty Stone, and look at all the hotties getting their minds BLOWN!”

I panned the camera around for a minute, letting it linger on a couple of the hottest guys I saw.  Then I hit post and forgot about it.  I’ve got like eighty-thousand followers at this point — my notifications would be flooded for sure.

“Thanks,” Harper chuckled, handing me a pair of cocktails.  “Don’t know if we can fit in more customers though.”

“Oh my gawd…” Mark laughed.  “So like… that’s what photo pose… like… means!”

“Huh?”

“Girl… like… seriously…?” Mark laughed.

I pulled out my phone and checked out my video.  Oh god, he was right, I was acting totally weird in it.  Duck lips and making a peace sign with my fingers and flexing for the camera at random.

I looked so fuckin’ hot.  Everyone was gonna know what a dumb bitch I am.

We slid into the booth with Brock and my eyes went wide.  My co-worker-slash-crush had transformed from a forty-something straight guy with Dad energy into an eighties themed muscle head.

We’re talking candy-striped lycra leggings and a vintage crop top and a mullet and moustache.  Between the gym and the archetype, he’d blown up into a hulking bodybuilder. Combine that with the zonked out expression on his face and he was a walking fantasy.

“Dude… you think he’s a himbo?” I asked staring.

“Or like… a dazed muscleboi?” Mark said unsure.  “It’s like… sooooo hard to tell.  Touch his cock… if he’s an obedient jock he’ll be… like… caged for sure!”

Yeah, that made my cock twitch inside my cage.  I don’t know it was from following the order or feeling up my buddy’s hard cock.  Whatever — Brock didn’t have a cock cage.

“Nope,” I grinned with excitement.  “He can fuck me!”

“Well… he’ll be… like… so gay after…,” Mark laughed, pointing up at the TV.

It was that scene with the contestants making out with a guy in a white shirt and a guy in a black shirt.  They’d been straight buddies before, but by the time our flirty himbos walked away, they were making out with each other.

“Oh my god, do you remember seeing this?” I asked   “This is the night you went to Mischief and hooked up with… what’s his name?”

“Uh… like… who cares?” Mark laughed.  “What are you, like… the cops?”

We watched the episode and drank.  I couldn’t take my hands off Brock’s bicep while he stared at the TV.  I know he liked it though — he kept flexing it unconsciously.

Harper climbed up on top of the bar.

“That’s it for tonight boys,” he shouted out when the credits ended.  “The challenge is take the night off, so… have some fun!”

Brock blinked his way back to us.  He never stopped flexing.

“Oh, hey tiger,” he rumbled, turning towards me.  “Wanna hit up first base?”

Brock didn’t wait for my answer.  He reached out one massive arm and grabbed the back of my head, while he used the other to grab my shirt.

Holy fuck his lips felt good.  And the way he was manhandling me…

“Oh god,” I gasped when he finally let me up to breathe.  “You’re an alpha!”

“Damn right big man,” he growled at me, and then we were mashing lips again.

By the time we came up for air, Mark was long gone.  He’d snagged a guy from a group of himbos and was teaching him the finer points of making out.

“Let’s get outta here,” Brock grinned.

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He took me back to my place.  Brock lives way out in the suburbs where he’s got a yard to mow and a place to park his minivan.  That was his vibe.  Or it used to be.

Now he was making out with a lucky jockboy — me! — in the elevator.

Brock stood close behind me, one arm wrapped around and massaging my chest, the other pulling back my hip.  I could feel his cock pressed between my cheeks.

“Nice place,” he said while I fumbled the door open.

He followed me inside and glanced around.

“Good apartment too,” he chuckled.  “You got a roommate?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “But Josh is always out.  Dude loves to hook up.”

“You fucking him?” Brock asked.  His cock was thick and obvious through his lycra leggings.  He rubbed it unconsciously while he surveyed my living room.

“Nah,” I shrugged.  “He’s a bottom too.”

“Well, I’m into him,” Brock said.

That made me laugh.  “Dude, you haven’t even met him!”

“So?” Brock snorted.  “I think I’m really into bottoms.”

“Is that what you wanna do tonight,” I teased.  “Get really… uh… into a bottom?”

“Hell yeah,” Brock laughed.  “Bro, this morning, all I wanted to do was flex.  I was so stoked to get big and beefy, but… now… all I wanna do is ride that ass.  Jerk your cock.  Make you feel so good.”

“Well… you can ride me all night,” I said.  “But I’m an obedient jock.  My cock’s good and locked.”

“And this alpha says ‘gimme the key’,” Brock growled suddenly, standing with his chest right up against mine.  I couldn’t believe how small he made me feel.  He was a legit bodybuilder!

“I can’t,” I admitted quickly.  “Jayden’s got it.”

“Jayden?”

“The guy who showed me Encore,” I said with a flash of gratitude.  “He lives across the hall.”

“Hm,” Brock frowned.  “Be right back.”

He walked across the hall and pounded on Jayden’s door.  I hung back in my hallway and watched.  After a few seconds, Jayden answered wearing a leather harness and a thong.  I could see at least a couple twinks waiting for him on the couch.

“Hey, I’m Brock,” the bodybuilder said.  “I’m new.”

Jayden let his eyes roam over Brock, from the mullet down to the hightops.

“Good to meet you Brock,” he grinned.  “You wanna join in?”

“Nah,” Brock chuckled.  “But Ryan’s my buddy, and I wanna fuck his ass.”

“Have fun,” Jayden said.  “He’s a good lay.”

“Gimme his key,” Brock said, his deep voice carrying the casual order.  “I wanna get him off.”

Jayden rolled his eyes and grabbed a key from beside the door.  He had a cork board there, at least a dozen keys labelled with different names.

“You want this?” Jayden smirked playfully.  “Get on your knees and suck.”

Brock took a step into the doorway.  He dwarfed Jayden easily, his beefy body making the other man look small.

“I think I’ll take it,” Brock said, snatching the key right out of Jayden’s hand.  “I can take anything I fuckin’ want.”  He grabbed Jayden by the shoulders and spun him around.  “You take care of your boys,” Brock ordered, giving Jayden a slap on the ass.  “I’ll take care of mine.”

Jayden whimpered and walked back to his twinks.  I felt a thrill… fuck, Brock made such a totally hot alpha.  He strutted back into my apartment and shut the door.

“I’m… your boy?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure,” Brock grinned.  “The first of many.  Let’s get you naked.”

I stripped off my tanktop and shimmied out of my shorts.  I stood there naked and grinning.

“You think you’re naked, huh?” Brock snorted.  He was staring at the cage over my cock.

“Yes sir!”  The cage didn’t count.  It was part of me!

“Mmm… come here,” Brock said.  He unlocked my cage and lifted off the top piece.  My cock slowly unfurled.  He fumbled with the different pieces, but eventually I was standing without even my cage.  I felt so exposed!

But for the first time all week, I watched my cock swell up and go rock hard.  Brock grabbed my shaft and stroked it.

“You like that?” he growled.

I whimpered and nodded my head.

“Bedroom,” Brock ordered me.  “Now.”

He followed me in, then stopped to pull off his crop top and those candy-striped leggings.  He had a vintage jockstrap on underneath, but he didn’t tease me too bad.  He took it off and let his cock flop out.

It was massive!

“Holy shit,” I gasped.  “Was… uh… was it always that big?”

“Uh… I dunno,” Brock shrugged his wide shoulders.  “Looks bigger since I got shredded.  Can you take it?”

“Let’s go slow…” I trembled.  “But yeah… I’m gonna try.”

Brock grabbed the bottle of lube off my nightstand and spread it over his hand.  He started fingering my ass gently… one finger… two… oh god three…

“You ready to try?” he asked gently.  I relaxed into it and nodded.

He flipped me around so he could line up with my hole, then pushed the tip of his cock inside me.  Oh fuck… he was bigger than anyone I’d ever had, but… oh fuck it felt so good filling me up.  Like I was finally whole…

Like I was just a hole…

I started bucking my hips, fucking myself on Brock’s cock.  I pushed myself onto it over and over.  He reached around me and wrapped his hand around my cock, letting the motion jerk me off.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna…” I gasped.  “I’m gonna…”

“Not without permission,” Brock growled into my ear.

I wanted release so bad, but Brock… he said… my alpha said… oh fuck… my… couldn’t… thoughts… fuck me… fuck me…

“Do it,” Brock whispered.

My body didn’t wait.  I blew my load all over my sheets, a week of sexual need boiling up all once.  Shot after shot soaked into my mattress when I collapsed down onto the bed.

Brock rolled off me, panting a little.

“Alright slut,” he laughed, slapping my ass.  “I gotta run.  Work in the morning.”

He got up and tugged on his clothes.  I watched, my mind still half-broken from the way he fucked me so good.  I felt like I was floating — when he pulled out his phone and shot a picture of me in afterglow, I automatically gave him the peace sign and pursed my lips.

“Don’t put that cage back on,” Brock told me.  “You’ve got a beautiful cock… be proud of it.”

It was an order.  You know how I feel about orders.

I heard the apartment door close behind him.

I got up.  Walked through the apartment naked.  Enjoyed the way my beautiful cock hung free.  It was already getting hard again — I hadn’t gone a week without cumming in forever, and with my new sex drive…

I went to the bathroom and twisted on the shower.  Hot water washed over me.  I soaped up my cock and lazily ran my hand along my shaft.

But right on the edge of cumming I backed off.  It was great to touch my cock again, but…

I couldn’t cum without permission.

I didn’t want to cum without permission.

I rinsed off and grabbed my towel.  A fresh jockstrap.  My cock felt so light and available… even if I’d never blow my load without Brock’s say-so.

“hey gurl” I texted Mark.  “u up?  we should watch Encore!”

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Mark had fucked a couple himbos in the alley behind The Rusty Stone, and he was mid-way through picking up a dazed muscle boy when get got my text.  I guess Encore was too strong of a draw — he took the muscle boys number and headed for my place.

“Hey dude,” I grinned when he got here.  “Good night?”

“Yeah, and… check that out,” he laughed, pointing at my jockstrap.  “Is that… like…  a hard cock?”

“Yeah,” I blushed.  “Brock took my key from Jayden.”

“And he let you out!” Mark laughed.  “Damn, here I thought all the obedient jocks were like… locked forever!”

“Not any more,” I said proudly.  “Now I get to show off my cock!  Can’t cum without his permission though.”

“We’ll see about that,” Mark teased.  “Put on an episode.”

We curled up on the couch and watched an episode of Encore called “Out of Office”.  The contestants all tried to do their jobs from before the show, but they just couldn’t handle it anymore.  These guys were built for sucking and fucking… like they could remember how to be anything else?

At the end of the show, Mark and I went right to the app.

“Bro, it says I gotta… like… quit my job!” Mark laughed.

“Me too!” I grinned.  “Too bad, I just got a promotion!”

“Who cares,” Mark laughed it off.  “Guys like us aren’t s’posed to work.  Unless we’re like… porn stars or whatever.”

We both texted our bosses right away.  Mine answered a few minutes later.

“We’re sad to lose you, but congratulations on your next opportunity!” my boss wrote.  “Oh, by the way, I checked out that Encore show.  So totally awesome!”

“Enjoy ;)” I texted back.  I was glad to leave a legacy.

A few minutes later I got another text.  This time from Chaz at my office.

“good 4 u brah,” Chaz texted.  “ur like… so much better than this place!  visit anytime ;)”

I remembered sucking Chaz off under his desk.  I’d have to drop by to pick up my stuff… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a visit.

“I guess my boss is already asleep,” Mark said, making an excuse.  He looked a little pissed off that my phone was lighting up while his stayed quiet.

“I’m sure it’s just —“ I started, but I got interrupted by a knock on the door.

It was Ben, the guy from Mark’s job site.  The one who was sending Encore to like… everyone.

“Is Mark here?” he asked, his eyes furious.

“Ben?” Mark came up behind me.  “What are you doing here?”

“I was fuckin’ the foreman when you texted him,” Mark raged.  “And hey, it’s fine if you don’t wanna do drywall anymore, you’re too pretty for that shit anyway, but… the boys at the site need a cumdump.  So you can quit, but… you can’t like… quit quit, you hear me?”

“Oh man…” Mark said.  “I didn’t even think about that.”

“Of course not dummy,” Ben grabbed his head with affection.  “Be at the site for break time.  Hardhat, steel toed boots and your sluttiest thong.  You got it?”

Mark looked conflicted.  On one hand, Encore said he was done with his job.  On the other hand, the most dominant man in his life was telling him there was still work to do.  There was a war going on in his mind, but there could only be one winner.

“Yes sir,” Mark croaked out.  His face flooded with relief.

“Good boy,” Ben smirked.  He left as quickly as he came.

“I told you dude,” I giggled.  “Obedience is like… the best.”

“Yeah,” Mark grinned.  “That felt like… soooo good.  And… like… I guess I don’t gotta be… like… at work… til… like… late…?”

“Yeah,” I laughed.  “And I don’t gotta go at all!”

“So we’ve got… like… time for another episode?” Mark said hopefully.

“For sure!”

But when we went to put it on, there wasn’t one available.

“Oh my god,” Mark gasped dramatically.  “We’re like… caught up!”