You walk over to the pot of oil on his bedside table, you never realised that you were in his room.
It was a typical boys room, posters around the walls, messy bed and clothes on the floor.
The lighting was dim, and you reach your hand into the pot of white cream. You take a big handful and jump onto the messy blue bed. He was laid down on his back, shirt off and jeans low down, showing bright green underwear with white words around the rim.
"Start with the abs." Said Dean.
You place you hand on the lowest pair of abs ,at the bottom. They were like rocks under skin, and coloured bronze.
His warm body was shifting under your hand, and every breath he took you could feel it.
"That's good, man"
After 5 minutes working with the amazing abs, you hear Dean say, 'Pecs'.
They were like massive slabs on meat, and flexed as he moved his arm to the back of his head, which made it much harder than before.
As you are very small, you work really hard to make sure your master is pleased, after 20 long minutes, covered in sweat you hear him say that you were finished.
"That was good man, I think I might keep you longer. I'm just saying that you know your stuff."
" Dean, I need to go home."
"You must admit you love worshiping these muscles." Not acknowledging your last remark.
Your cheeks go red, you can't lie.
"See, why don't I keep you safe and you could be my... pet."
"I don't want to be someone's pet." You say.
"Well, I don't think you have a choice." Dean said seriously.
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