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Mikey's college freshman experience was some combination of the new, the expected, and the unique.

The mouse's classes weren't all that different from highschool, though he did appreciate the ability to control his schedule as this allowed for the sprinkling in of breaks between classes.

Living on his own was refreshingly new. Well, almost alone. Every freshman was assigned an on-campus two bedroom apartment, along with a roommate. And Mikey's roommate was... Well, he fell into that third column. Unique.

Having just turned nineteen himself a few months ago, his raccoon roommate being in his mid-twenties made for a sizable age gap between the two of them. And then there were the physical differences.

Mikey was a lithe white furred mouse who didn't even reach five feet tall. This made for an unignorable contrast between him and his well-built roommate who stood at nearly six feet tall. These facts, combined with their age difference and how standoffish the raccoon was, meant that it felt like there was a weird vibe between the two of them. Or maybe a wall or a chasm.

The younger boy tried to bridge the invisible gulf between them by attempting to strike up a conversation. But Mikey had barely been able to pry out the other boy's name and year. The raccoon went by Daniel and, despite his age, he was also a freshman.

Initial awkward introductions out of the way and despite a period of trepidation, the mouse found the raccoon fairly easy to get along with. During the first couple months of college, his roommate mostly stayed in his bedroom, never had guests over, and kept the apartment immaculately clean. Even going so far as to regularly clean both the kitchen and living room of modest-sized messes of Mikey's own making.

The younger roommate tried to show appreciation for Daniel's efforts by thanking the boy, but this too resulted in an unexpected response. Upon being thanked, the raccoon blushed and stammered that it was no problem. That no thanks were required.

The larger lad then tried to make his way out of the kitchen but the exchange was just too odd for Mikey to let things end on that note. Stepping in the way of the only path to leave the compact kitchen area the mouse asked, "Hey, what gives? I just wanted to tell you that I think you're doing a great job and now you're practically running away from me. I'm not trying to be rude or pushy or anything. I just don't get it."

That's when the tough looking jock began stammering and stuttering, his blush growing even more intense.

"I... uh-- That is to say-- I appreciate, that you appreciate -- No, I mean... No thanks are needed. It r-really isn't a big deal. But! You're welcome. Anyway. I mean."

But Mikey wasn't paying much attention to the rambling, run-on sentence. Instead, the shorter mouse's eyes had caught on the large and growing bulge protruding from raccoon's grey boxers. His roommate was growing aroused in a big way... And in a hurry!

When Daniel noticed where Mikey's eyes were focused, his blush went into overdrive. He stopped talking and to the mouse's surprise, the raccoon didn't make any attempt to cover himself with his hands or turn his body away. That struck the younger boy as very peculiar. It was like the idea of trying to maintain his modesty didn't even occur to Daniel.

Feeling a bit bad that he was effectively trapping his roommate in an embarrassing situation, Mikey finally moved to the side to make room and said, "Sorry, dude. I wasn't trying to fluster you. Though, I'm not sure why you're blushing. You clearly don't have anything to be embarrassed about, down there."

Mikey hoped his words would be comforting to Daniel, but the way the jock's member was visibly straining and twitching within the confines of his boxers indicated that the words might have had an unintended effect on the boy.

And that's when things got stranger still.

"Y-yeah, no problem," the raccoon said, gulping to clear his throat. "May... may I leave?"

It took Mikey several full seconds to process the question. Daniel wanted... permission? The stoic, tough-guy mid-twenties jock wanted permission. To leave his own kitchen.

The mouse couldn't begin to fathom what was going through the other guy's head which might explain this behavior. But he really wasn't trying to make the situation any harder on the strange dude, so Mikey just nodded and said, "Sure, of course. I mean, this is your apartment too."

Daniel nodded slightly and left, leaving Mikey alone in the small, minimalist college apartment kitchen. As the raccoon walked by, his massive bulge preceded him, wagging left and right due to its heft in time with his steps.

The raccoon went right to his bedroom and once again disappeared into his room. Mikey's expression was neutral, but behind his eyes he felt like his brain was both imploding and exploding simultaneously.

`What the hell was that about?' the teenager asked himself. He'd met some strange characters since starting college but the raccoon was easily the strangest. No content.

And yet the behavior had been... shy and harmless? Being a short, tiny, skinny mouse, Mikey had naturally been a touch worried about being bullied by his older, larger roommate. But somehow he had turned into the bully? Certainly not intentionally but it could be said that was the end result of their brief conversation.

But if he was the accidental bully... Daniel didn't appear to mind all that much. The raccoon -- or at least, a specific throbbing part of the raccoon -- seemed to enjoy being boxed in and spoken to that way.

Mikey shook his head. There was no point in speculating or guessing. He was tempted to think that perhaps the raccoon had some kind of size difference kink or the like. But that wild guess was just as likely as a thousand other strange possibilities.

The truth was, the only way he'd get an explanation is from Daniel's own mouth. And the stoic jock didn't seem likely to provide details any time soon.

Or so Mikey assumed.

That night proved to be a watershed moment in the freshman's life. Or rather, the following early morning.

At sometime around four AM, well before the sun had even begun to contemplate beginning to rise, Mikey was woken up due to a series of insistest pushes on his shoulder.

Too groggy to be startled or scared, the short mouse mumbled, "Huhh...? Who's there? ...Daniel... is that you? Is something wrong?"

In the darkness of the room there was only silence for a stretch. And then Mikey heard, "...I wanted to talk." It was Daniel's voice.

"Daniel? It's...", blinking rapidly, the mouse glanced over at the nearby alarm clock. "Four AM. What's happening? Is everything okay?"

This time the raccoon, who had to have been kneeling nearby against the bed, responded faster.

"Yes. Well... no. Not exactly. It's complicated."

"Considering you just gave me four answers to a simple question, I suppose it must be. Just... tell me what's so important that it couldn't wait until morning. Or, rather, later in the morning."

"I have a letter for you."

If yesterday's experience had caused an implosion/explosion within the confused boy's mind, this latest statement resulted in the metaphorical equivalent of a nuclear meltdown.

"...A letter? You woke me up for a letter? Shit... It must be a really important letter, huh?"

"It is," came the straight forward response from the dark.

"Then... I guess, read it to me."

"I can't. It's for you."

"Dude... Just, summarize the damn thing then, yeah?"

"I would but... I haven't read it. Like I said, it's for you."

Mikey wanted to scream into his pillow. It was like Daniel was going out of his way to make their first real conversation as frustrating as possible.

Taking deep calming breaths, the mouse took a moment before replying.

"Okay. Fine. Turn on the lamp and let me take a look."

Daniel did as requested and handed the letter over. Making an effort to bring his eyes into focus, the mouse glanced over the sealed letter.

'A wax seal?' the teenager thought to himself. 'I guess Daniel really didn't read the letter. But... There's no stamp or address on it? It's just a letter in an envelope? ...What in the hell?'

Mikey wanted to demand more answers but decided it would be fastest just to read the letter. Also, at this point he was terribly curious about its contents. Why all the strange secrecy? How did the raccoon know the letter was important if he hadn't actually read it? And why was he the one reading the letter and not Daniel himself?

Popping the envelope open with a slender finger, Mikey began to read.

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Dear holder of this letter,

*I'm sure that if you are reading this, you must have many questions. At the time of this writing, I have no idea on the specifics of the circumstances of how this letter found its way into your hands. But I can guess. I imagine this letter was just handed to you by a very horny raccoon. *

Suffice to say, there isn't time or space available to answer all of your questions, even if I could pre-suppose what they would be. But what I can do is provide you with a very brief explanation.

*Daniel here is a very well trained and uniquely conditioned boy. I would know -- I trained him myself inside my sound-proofed dungeon. I trained him methodically and with prideful attention to detail over the course of several years. *

There, in a well-furnished playroom that is not documented on my home's blueprints, I broke and remolded the boy to suit my needs. Without getting into graphic detail, I'll confess to using severe pain, extreme pleasure, and sophisticated brainwashing techniques to turn this straight boy into a loyal slave that craves his master's attention and control.

And while I had initially planned to get many more years of enjoyment out of the work I put into conditioning Daniel, regrettably I had serious health issues arise which renders these long term plans moot. Speaking plainly, I am dying.

If this letter has found its way into your hands, it means that my slave has given it to you. Likely in the desperate hope that you will give his naughty slave cock permission to spew its pent up load. You see, Daniel is totally incapable of achieving self relief. Though I'm sure he tried very, very hard to do so before eventually giving up and handing you this letter.

As I write this, it amuses me to think of the many hours the boy will spend pumping his needy meat as he tries to force his stubborn erection to spew its cum. But stroke as hard or as long as he might, I'm confident my training will hold up and that the slave will not be able to overcome his programming.

Due to this irreversible conditioning, Daniel requires a firm-handed master to give him what he needs. Discipline, structure, and daily use by his betters. As a free male, you are infinitely superior to my slave and so you have every right to command and use him.

If you are reading this letter, it is my desire that you will become the boy's new master. Through years of uncompromising training I've seen to it that Daniel is incapable of being free. Though he may not immediately admit it, the raccoon both needs and craves your control over both his person and his delightfully impressive cock. Please do take advantage of this.

*As I conclude this letter, I wish to leave you with a final bit of advice. *

*For best results, I recommend always keeping the slave needy and eager to cum. While I only permitted Daniel sexual release a handful of times a year, you may choose to be more generous than I. Even in this case, I recommend you not permit him to shoot any more frequently than once a week. *

*The best way to make the slave understand who is in charge is by controlling his releases. Oh the things I was able to make Daniel "volunteer" for, just for the tiniest of chances that it might earn him a release. *

Remember, his straight boy balls are your personal property and they best serve their purpose when they make him desperate to please his betters.

*Regardless of how you choose to use Daniel, I hope you enjoy the hard work I've put into conditioning him. Just as I hope you find him to be the ideal bedroom toy. *

Best wishes,

Daniel's former master

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Mikey felt his hands begin to tremble as he read the letter. This was... pure fiction. Surely? It couldn't be real. Could it?

After he had finished reading -- and re-reading -- the letter, the mouse eventually found his voice again.

"Daniel? What the hell is this?"

"...I don't know. I haven't read it so--"

"Cut the crap," Mikey said, surprised at how hard his own voice sounded. "Here. Read it for yourself. Then you better have an awfully convincing explanation for this or I'm going right to the dean and campus police."

In the harsh light of the lamp light, the raccoon took the letter from the livid mouse's trembling paw and began reading silently.

It took several minutes before he spoke again because, like Mikey, he had read and reread the letter multiple times to ensure he hadn't missed anything.

Finally he sat the letter down on the bed and said. "...It's true."

"It can't be true! This kind of story would be all over the national news. You're trying to scam me or something. I actually don't know what the game is here or what you're trying to get out of this."

Daniel looked down but his face remained calm and sure.

"It's not in the news because no one knows. I never went back to my family. I never went to the police. After my master... rather, my former master... died, he left me a new identity and a bank account in that name with money. He also left a letter for me. A separate letter."

Mikey began to feel the edge of his anger dull. In its place, a dark feeling of dread began to seep into his stomach. If this was true... If any of this was true... Oh no...

The kneeling raccoon continued to talk, as though a dam had broken and all the words were finally flowing free at long last.

"In the letter, he told me I had a choice. I could go back to my old life and deal with their pitying looks and the permanent loss of privacy due to the inevitable news tsunami, or...I could take the money and the identity and start a new life. I chose the latter."

"Then why tell me about this? It's the same risk with the same consequences."

The words were out of Mikey's mouth before he really considered them. Then he blushed, recalling the contents of the letter. The author of the letter had spelled out in exact and specific terms why Daniel had approached him.

"Because..."

"No, no. Nevermind. I get it," the mouse said, cursing his insensitivity as he blushed.

"No, I want to say it. I left that basement for the first time in years about... five or so months ago? Somewhere around then. Mikey... I haven't been able to get off even a single time since then. And I've tried. Believe me, I've tried."

Mikey experienced a confusing spectrum of emotions upon hearing that. Pity. Empathy. Arousal. Curiosity. Anger. And many other conflicting feelings that swirled within him.

"Here... scoot over," Daniel asked.

The mouse moved over to make room on the bed for the larger roommate. That's when Mikey noticed that the raccoon was naked. And very erect.

Laying down beside the mouse, Daniel calmly took the other boy's hand in his and moved it over to his erection so that the younger teen was gripping his huge, girthy erection.

"I--I... I thought you were straight," Mikey squeaked, his breath suddenly coming out in huffs as he found his eyes glued to the well endowed raccoon's meat, his hand squeezing experimentally on the warm flesh.

"I am. But I haven't been with a girl since highschool. And also... I've been conditioned to find my master sexy as hell. And I think you're very, very sexy sir. Not to mention cute."

"I'm not your master, Daniel."

"I'd like you to be," the raccoon responded simply, using his grip on the other male's hand to make the mouse slowly stroke him.

"Daniel... Even if the letter and what you're saying is true... That means you're just conditioned to think that. Anything I did... Anything we did together... Even if I wanted to... It'd just be another form of abuse. Because you can't really give consent, yeah?"

Instead of getting angry or annoyed, the raccoon just smiled at him.

"I was in that basement for years, Mikey. Years. Nearly every day he worked by body and used me for his own pleasure. And every night he strapped me down to that table and locked the headset over my eyes. Turning my mind into... Anyway, living as master's toy was... hard. So, I can't argue that I've been conditioned. That's... Just a fact. But I'm not a mindless animal or puppet. To say I'm incapable of giving consent is to minimize me and my free will."

Now it was Mikey who was taking the lead on stroking his roommate. He hadn't even intended to. It just sort of... happened. And the raccoon certainly wasn't complaining.

"But...," the mouse continued, pressing his point. "It's a catch 22. If you were programmed to insist you had free will, then... Yeah? Or am I crazy?"

"You're not crazy," Daniel said, laughing for the first time. "If anyone is crazy here, it's me. I'm the one that had that man in my head, day after day, for years. But you're just going to have to take my word for it. I want you, Mikey. I've watched you for weeks. You're a good guy. And I've seen how you look at me. You want me too. Which makes me happy. I want you to want me. And... I want more than that."

"...Yeah?" the boy asked as he actively worked the older male's shaft, pumping it and stroking it as Daniel began to pant and sigh in pleasure.

"Yeah. I want your control. I want you to give me orders. I want you to use me for your own pleasure. Think of it, Mikey. Your own live-in straight boy sex toy. Yours to use and enjoy. The thought of it... Fuck, it makes me so horny. And yes, I'm conditioned to feel that way. But whatever the reason, that's how I feel and that's what I want. These are my feelings and my desires."

"...Or maybe you'd just say anything to cum," Mikey countered, but his heart wasn't really in it. His teenage hormones were rampaging through his body and even being aware that he was being seduced wasn't helping him to hold out against it.

"I haven't gotten off in almost half a year. I would absolutely say anything to cum. But this isn't dirty talk intended to manipulate you. You just let me know when you want to hear real dirty talk. This slutty straight boy slave will dirty talk you so well that you'll squirt your underwear without your dick needing to be touched. Have I mentioned how well trained I am? I can make all your fantasies come true, sir. And much more than that -- I want to make them come true. I want to make you cum. I want to give you the best orgasms of your life."

Mikey's hard-on was still hidden by the covers and his underwear. But this strange and somewhat twisted situation was truly beginning to push his buttons. Shooting off without being touched didn't sound like that crazy of a notion.

"Is this... really okay? You were kidnapped. Taken away from your friends and family. Turned into a sex toy by some crazy asshole. And then just pushed out onto the streets after he had his fun. I couldn't stand the idea of being just the next guy to exploit you."

"Listen to me. I can't live a typical, normal life anymore. Master conditioned me so thoroughly that by the second year in his dungeon, I was totally in love with him. I worshiped him and the ground he walked on. Just like he wanted me to. Even when he punished me for the flimsiest of reasons or no reason at all, I cried tears of joy at the privilege of being corrected by my beloved master. Sure, I usually hated him at the same time. But I still loved him. And now he's gone and..."

The mouse waited, wanting to hear the full story. Wanting to really understand what all of this meant and what he was supposed to do. And while he waited, he played with the raccoon's fat cock. Mikey blushed at the bizarre situation, his own member twitching under the covers.

"After all these months on my own, I have to face facts. I'm conditioned to need a master. Not just want. Need. It's not just that I can't cum... Though, that's obviously been quite, ahem, hard to deal with."

Daniel smiled at his own off-color joke, then took advantage of the pause to encourage Mikey to stroke him harder.

"I experience cold sweats. I wake up with brutal headaches. Nearly every night I suffer some degree of insomnia. My appetite is all fucked up. And there's lots more just like that. My master spelled it out clearly in the letter he left me. He told me I would need to find a new master. That, in addition to the money and new identity, was his final gift to me. He said, sexy straight boys need to have their cocks, balls, and hearts owned. But he also said I could choose my new master. Mikey... I choose you. If you'd have me."

"But you just admitted, you don't have a choice!'

Mikey felt like his head might crack open from the insanity of the situation.

"I don't have a choice about whether or not to find a new master. That's true. Just like I didn't have a choice on whether or not I got excited when master crammed his cock down my throat. He wanted me to love it, even as I hated it, and so that was how it was down in his basement. But I do get to choose who. And I'd like it to be you. Which is why... I, ummm, bribed one of the administrators to set us up as roommates."

"Wait, what?" the mouse exclaimed, as he suddenly stopped stroking the raccoon. Of all the shocking things he heard so far, somehow this took the cake as the most shocking.

"I saw you on campus, before classes began. And there was just something about you. Your laugh. Your body language. The tilt of your head. Your determined expression. Watching you, I popped the biggest boner. I wanted you to grab my hair, drag me into the bathroom, and fuck me silly. I started to... And I'm sorry if this sounds creepy... follow you. I waited until I heard your name. And then... Well, like I said. I bribed the college staff. And now we're roommates."

"All that, just from seeing me one time?"

"What can I say? You're a very striking mouse."

"No, I'm not. I couldn't be more generic. I'm basically just like every other mouse you've ever seen."

"You don't give yourself enough credit. I knew you were special. And now that we've had this conversation, I couldn't be more convinced. You're the man for me, master."

Mikey rolled his eyes at this.

"I'm nineteen. And you're straight," the mouse said.

"And your hand feels amazing. And you smell wonderful. I just thought I'd mention that, since we're listing random observations now. And speaking about your hand... I can't help but notice you've stopped playing with me. Any way I could convince you to start pumping again?"

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to give orders?"

"I'd love it if you gave me orders. One order in particular, if you're ready to see me make a mess all over your soft hand."

"Man, you really do have a one track mind," Mikey said, smiling. Somehow... He was starting to come around on Daniel. Maybe even starting to believe the older boy. Or at least, maybe believe parts of the story. Some of it.

"You'd feel the same way if you went five months unable to get off. I don't even want to say how many hours I tried to force myself to squirt, even knowing in advance that it was almost certainly impossible. I used all kinds of sex toys, watched all sorts of porn. I bought a dildo that was about the same size and shape as my former master, and I rode it for hours. I worked myself into a frenzy, and then I worked myself some more. And all this just in the first month. Which was many months ago."

"Wait... So you're saying I could just keep jerking you off and you'd never cum? No matter how fast or hard or long I stroked you?"

"My master conditioned me to need explicit permission to cum. Which he only very rarely gave, by the way. Despite using me nearly every day, and oftentimes multiple times in a single day. He was not, shall we say, generous in that particular way."

The mouse felt awful and incredibly turned on at the same time. He hadn't been intending to edge the raccoon. But, unknowingly, that's exactly what he had been doing.

"Then I give you permission. Cum for me," Mikey said, picking up the pace to an intense level and stroking his roommate's cock even harder.

But Daniel didn't cum. Instead, he grinned warmly at the confused teenager and said, "You're really great, you know that? I knew you were the one."

"Huh? I thought you were supposed to... You know. Make a mess?"

"Only my master can give me permission to cum."

"I thought you wanted me to be your master?"

"I absolutely do. You're a cute, horny little gay dude with a heart of gold. Any straight guy in my situation would be lucky to have you as their master."

"...Then... what? What am I missing?"

"Mikey...," Daniel said, clearly trying to exercise patience despite how outrageously horny he was. "You haven't actually agreed to be my master yet. I can't force you. It has to be your choice."

"Oh," the mouse said, realization dawning. "Well... I'm really conflicted."

"Yeah. I could tell. I do hope you make up your mind soon, though. My balls are really starting to kill me, haha."

"Fuck! Sorry, man! Should I stop?"

"Stop? Hell no. Tease that dick. Make it cry precum. Show it you're the boss. I don't want you to stop playing with it. I want you to OWN it."

"...You can't be serious."

"You got a lot to learn about owning a slave, sir. But don't worry. I think you'll enjoy the learning experience."

"Hah... Well...Anyway... What happens if I can't do it? What happens if I say 'no'?"

"If you need more time to decide, I understand. But don't blame me if I keep trying to get you to come around. I'm, uhhh, heavily incentivized to convince you, after all. I'll keep trying until you kick me out of the apartment, I suppose. But I'd much prefer you just say yes. I think that's what you want too, yeah? Give me the chance to show you how nice life can be when you own a sentient sex toy. You're going to wonder how you ever did without me. Please, sir. I'm begging you. Literally begging. I need you, Mikey."

Mikey felt his resolve begin to crack... Then crumble. This was insane, wasn't it? Not to mention wrong. Oh so very wrong. And yet...

"We'd... Have to lay down some ground rules...," the mouse said, the first cracks in his resistance beginning to split open for Daniel to see.

"Of course! Name them."

"I refuse to trap you in any kind of situation. If you want to leave, or go back to your family, or find someone else, or whatever, then you can at any time. And before you even think to offer, you should know I'm not touching that money. I don't even know how much it is and I don't need to know. It's yours. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand. But it's five million dollars."

"I just said--!"

"You said you didn't need to know. You didn't say I couldn't tell you. I think you should know. Some emergency might come up. Plus, after college, we might use it to buy a nice, secluded house for us. You know... One with a nice, extra large sound-proofed basement? For sexy-time shenanigans."

"...After college? ...Living together? W-wait, hold up!"

"Sir... It's not like my conditioning is going to suddenly wear off four years from now. I'm not trying to scare you with some major commitment. It's not like we're getting married. But even if you get married -- to someone else, I mean -- I'm going to need... 'help'. If you get my meaning."

"Wait... Couldn't I just command you to be free?"

"You mean, like the genie in that animated movie? That's cute, but no. My conditioning doesn't allow for stunts like that or lawyerly edge cases or loopholes. For example, I can't just live in an apartment on the other side of town. I have to live with you. Serve you. Obey you. Pleasure you. Or things will get hard for me. And not the fun kind of hard. The 'my whole body feels wretched' kind of hard."

"...And you say you're trying to scare me with some commitment," Mikey said, sounding a bit shaken but still offering up a half smile.

"You don't have to constantly be paying attention to me, or anything like that. Sometimes my master would grow bored of me and I'd only see him once a week. And even then, he'd just come in, paddle my balls, fuck my ass, and leave."

"...That's... that's just awful!"

"You mean, awfully boring. It's not like I had TV or internet down there. At least getting my balls paddled was something different than endlessly cleaning the basement or kneeling for hours in front of a giant portrait of master, worshipping him with speeches he made me memorize and repeat. Getting my face slapped while being aggressively fucked is paradise compared to six days of isolation and silence."

"He was a monster!"

"Yeah... Maybe. I mean, probably. But, I did love him. As twisted as that sounds."

'Because you were programmed to love him."

"Aye. True. But, what difference does that make? It was real to me. He was my own personal god, and I felt lucky to have a life where I could worship him. I worshipped him with my ass and my mouth. With my words. With my whole body. With my throbbing cock that dripped precum at the sight of him. And when he used me, my heart swelled with joy. After he told me he was dying, I begged him not to go. To stay with and keep me as his slave, forever and ever. He smiled down at me, told me he would if he could, and then got back to work. Using me and punishing me."

"I'm not going to do anything like that. So if that's what you're hoping or wanting, count me out!"

"It's not that I wanted master to hurt me. Well... That's not totally true. Aspects of it were definitely hot. Particularly the spankings. But what I mean is, I enjoyed master enjoying me. I took pleasure in his pleasure. And if he took pleasure in crushing my balls in his leather glove... Well... Part of me did too. Not my balls, though. My balls didn't enjoy it much at all, haha."

Mikey's heart burst for Daniel at that moment. It occurred to him that the raccoon hadn't asked for any of this. He'd been kidnapped, abused, brainwashed, and now he was here just trying to make the best of things.

Overcome with sudden affection for the jock, the mouse gave in to a sudden intense impulse and leaned over. A moment later, he was sucking on the straight boy's cock, doing his best to make the boy feel the pleasure and kindness he was so cruelly denied for half a decade.

"Holy--! Oh my-- Wow! Sir, that's amazing! No wonder master liked sticking it in my mouth so much. This is just... You're lucky I can't cum or I'd be drowning you in my jizz right about now."

Taking his mouth off the raccoon's thick throbber for just a moment Mikey said, "You can cum. I'll be your master. Just cum."

But again, Daniel didn't cum.

Adjusting his position so that he could look up at the raccoon in confusion and irritation even as he continued to slurp and suck, the teenager's eyes told the older boy to explain himself.

"Sorry! I'm really not trying to make this difficult. There's just one more thing. You have to claim me. You know, physically. Sexually. It doesn't really matter how you do it. Your cum just has to end up in me or on me. And as you're cumming, you just proclaim me as your slave and property."

With a wet smack, Mikey pulled up from the blowjob.

"Anything else you want to tell me?"

"Ummm, yes. That you're cute. And sexy. And that I like how your mouth feels on my dick."

"I should punch you in the balls...," Mikey mumbled.

"Hey, to a slave like me, that's just foreplay," the jock replied, laughing. Then he went on to say, "But you were mentioning ground rules? I'd love to keep getting my cock sucked, but even I wasn't able to master talking and blowing a guy at the same time. And that was after master spent months training me on it, just to see if it was possible."

"Yes. Ground rules," the mouse said, letting go of the raccoon's member. "The next rule is, if I'm your master, you will actually have to follow my commands. That means, when I say that you can't tell people that you're a slave or that I'm your master, I mean it. I will deny everything and kick you out so fast your head will spin. Got it?"

"Of course, sir. I wouldn't dream of gossiping about you behind your back. Or putting you in a compromising situation."

"Good. Next, don't expect that I'm going to let you shoot every time you bat your handsome eyes at me. I decide when you cum. Not you. Not your former master. Me. Understand?"

"You think I'm handsome?" Daniel asked. Then he promptly got flicked in the sack for his evasive comment. Hard.

"Ouch! Haha. Okay, yeah, I got it. It will be a relief, actually. It's not like my balls have been doing me any good lately. Just the thought of you owning them... Making my juicers into your personal property... It's really turning me on."

"Final rule, for now: Expect a lot of new rules in the future. If you're really the slave, and I'm really the master, then I reserve the right to change my mind on stuff. New rules might be added. Old rules might be changed or dismissed entirely. You're expected to follow the latest set of rules. Even the rules you disagree with. Same thing goes for commands. Unless, that is, a rule or command would put your life at risk or put you in harm's way. Then you are commanded to ignore the command. If... that makes sense...?"

"It does. And you're thoughtful for saying so."

"I didn't just say so. I commanded you."

"Well... You can't command me to do anything until you officially make me your property. Which, I'm very eager for! If you're ready, that is."

"How... Uhh... Should we...?"

Grinning extra wide, Daniel flipped over onto his stomach and pulled his cheeks apart. His glistening hole was on full display, quivering in the lamp light.

"I'm already washed up and lubed. Ever fuck a straight boy before, sir?"

"...N-no...," Mikey answered, absentmindedly. The teenager was very nearly hypnotized by what lay beneath the raccoon's tail."

"You're going to love it. Just climb on top, push it in, and let nature take over. There's no wrong way to fuck me. Just do what feels good. And I can be as loud or as quiet as you like. You're in control, sir."

"...Daniel... Are you sure? Are you really, truly sure?"

"Mikey? You're sweet. And I love how thoughtful you are. But please, please, with a cherry on top, please fuck me. If I have to wait any longer, I think my overfull balls might just explode from internal pressure. Have I mentioned that it's been nearly six months since I've cum?"

There didn't seem like there was much else to say and, truth be told, by this point the mouse was more than primed to take advantage of the offered rear. Their notable size difference became even more apparent as Mikey positioned himself behind Daniel, between the older boy's legs.

As the mouse nestled his straining unit between the raccoon's shapely cheeks, it struck him just how intensely erotic the situation was. Fucking a much larger, stronger straight guy who was hungry for his cock. And Daniel wasn't just offering Mikey his hole. He was offering up his whole body. As a toy. As an object. As property to be owned and controlled. To be used and taken advantage of based solely on Mikey's whims and discretion. The horny teenage gay boy who would soon own him like he was a fleshlight or some fancy and convenient sex toy.

As Mikey paused to ponder the delicious eroticism of the moment, Daniel must have grown impatient because he reached back with one of his strong arms, took a firm but gentle grip of one of the mouse's cheeks, and forced the younger boy forward, pulling him in.

"D-Daniel!" the top exclaimed, caught off guard by the sudden well-lubed warmth gripping his rigidity as he was drawn forward and in.

"Don't mind me, sir. Just giving you a hand."

But the raccoon was doing more than that. He was shifting his thighs while rhythmically clenching his hole. And each time Mikey fell partway out because of the motion, the trained slave pulled the other boy right back in, forcing the mouse to roughly fuck his clenching, resisting hole.

"Daniel! Stop! You're going too rough on yourself!"

But the raccoon had no interest in stopping. His mouth opened in a soft pant of pleasure as his eyes lost focus and rolled up.

"Daniel! I'm going to cum too soon!" Mikey repeated insistently, tapping urgently on the jock's upper back which he was using to support his weight.

"Sir, with all respect, you're not my master yet. Now, be a good dominant and give your boy your cum. There we go, Mikey. Fuck me harder!"

Mikey's cock had never felt so good. The blissful squeezing of Daniel's ass. The aggressive thrusting. The way jock's toned rear slapped wonderfully against the front of his hips. Mikey knew he wouldn't last long at this rate.

"You jerk," the mouse panted, only half serious. "I wanted to take my time. You know I'm going to have to punish you, right?"

"You only get to punish me if you claim me, sir. It's time to decide. Are you a master, or are you a sex toy? Am I your property? Or are you my warm little mouse dildo?"

It was too much for Mikey. The sensations. The dirty talk. The kinky implications of what pleasures the future might bring. The mouse had reached his limit.

"D-Daniel -- I'm cumming!"

"Say the words, sir! Claim me! Make me yours!"

It was almost impossible to keep it together enough to speak while he was experiencing the best and most powerful orgasm of his life, but Mikey did his best to force himself to talk, babbling whatever thoughts came into his mind as he seeded the straight boy's rear.

"You're mine, you sexy jerk! My sex toy! My property! You're my slave! Say it! Tell me I'm your master!"

For Daniel, hearing the words while feeling himself being seeded triggered some invisible switch in his head. As if by magic, at that exact moment all of his body pains evaporated, his throbbing headache vanishing. Flooding in to take their place was love. Worshipful love for his master, this tiny young mouse.

In that mind-searing moment of blinding, rapturous pleasure, the raccoon knew he'd do anything for his master. He'd die for his master. He'd live a life of frustrated chastity for his master. For he was nothing but a toy -- created, trained, and delivered for his master's use and pleasure. Daniel felt so lucky, so indescribably blessed to be his beloved master's slave.

"I'm yours, master! Now and forever, for as long as you'll have me! Use me! Command me! I exist for you and your pleasure! Your slave thanks you, master!"

Underneath Daniel, his sizable member shuddered and twitched but did not cum. But the raccoon didn't care. His whole body felt like it was orgasming as celestial, all-consuming light blossomed from within him. Where once there was pain, relief resided. He'd finally found his proper place in the world. Beneath his master.

Atop the raccoon, the teenager spasmed as his amazing climax tapered off, leaving the jock's hole thoroughly seeded. He collapsed in near exhaustion on the stronger male's back, breathing in the slave's scent.

Huffing to catch his breath Mikey eventually asked, "Daniel? You still awake?"

"Yes, master," the raccoon answered, his voice laced with honey as months of pain and discomfort finished vanishing, leaving only the memory of pain behind.

"Did it... did it work?"

"Oh yes. It definitely worked," the blissful slave replied, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in pleasure.

"You're sure?"

The raccoon reminded himself that his master couldn't feel what he felt. His sweet, loving master was concerned for him and it was his duty to put the mouse's mind at ease.

"I've never felt so good, master. You did perfect. You're my master, now. You own every piece of me. Literally. My teeth... my fur... my cock and balls. Every inch of me is your property, master. Which makes me a very, very lucky sex toy."

"Oh," Mikey said, not knowing what else to say. It sounded fantastical. Unreal and unbelievable. "That's nice. So, you're happy then?"

Daniel reached back and took the mouse's hand in his.

"Yes, master. I'm very happy."

"Okay... But... You know I have to punish you, right? I told you to stop and you basically forced to fuck you. To cum. I wanted to, so... It's not really rape. But..."

The raccoon rubbed his master's hand, comforting the younger boy.

"Yes, master. I knew I'd be punished, and I did it anyway. I wanted you as my master and I was ready to pay any price to get what I wanted. But I also know that selfish behavior like that has to be punished. I'm prepared, sir."

The mouse went silent for a bit, still laying atop his property's back. Daniel stayed perfectly still, more than happy to serve as a body pillow for his owner.

When Mikey finally spoke he said, "I'm too tired to think of a good punishment right now. I'll decide tomorrow... After I get some sleep."

"Sleep?" Daniel asked, dryly chuckling. "Master, it's almost time for morning classes."

"Oh my... Jeez. Fuck me...," Mikey groaned.

"Is that an order, master?" Daniel said, smiling.

"...Daniel..."

"I'm just kidding, master."

"Enough 'master'. Sir is fine. Mikey, when we're not alone."

"Yes, sir."

"...You haven't cum yet, right?"

The raccoon's ear twitched in nervous anticipation. Could it be... Just maybe... After all these months...?

"No, sir. I haven't."

"And after the stunt you pulled, do you think you deserve to cum today?"

Daniel sighed.

"No, sir. I don't deserve to cum today."

Mikey began stroking his back gently. Sensuously. The slave felt his needy member throb in response to his master's touch.

"...But... It's a master's prerogative to choose when to be strict... And when to be generous. Right?"

"Yes, sir. It is."

Daniel was growing hopeful again. Hopeful and excited. And even more aroused.

"...If I let you cum right here and now, you'd make a giant mess on my bed, wouldn't you?"

"That's certainly true, sir," trying to keep his desperate need out of his voice. A slave did not pressure their master. Well... They weren't supposed to, anyway.

That's when Mikey asked an unexpected question.

"Hey, Daniel? ...How flexible are you?"

"Very, sir. Why do you ask?"

Five minutes later, Daniel had his back against the mattress with his butt and thighs against the wall. Carefully positioned in this upside down arrangement, the boy's girthy maleness was dangling just above his open mouth, hanging in the air down from his crotch.

Looking over Daniel's against-the-wall contortion Mikey asked, "How long can you maintain this position, boy?"

"As long as you need, sir. Well... Until I pass out from exhaustion."

"No, I mean, how long can you hold this position before it starts hurting?"

"Oh. Umm... Maybe an hour?"

Mikey nodded, satisfied.

"That works for our purposes. So here is how this is going to work, slave. In a moment I'm going to slip your big dick into that slutty mouth of yours. Then you're going to give yourself an enthusiastic blowjob. What I mean is, you're going to suck your own dick like you would another person's, as if you were trying to make them cum. Understand so far, Daniel?"

"Yes, sir. Your slave understands."

"Good. Once you start, I'm going to go leave to take a nice, long, relaxing shower. I might be gone fifteen minutes. I might be gone forty minutes. Especially if I decide to make myself a snack, too. But certainly not much longer than that. While I'm going, you're going to suck and fuck yourself. I order you to make it feel as good as possible. To really work yourself."

This... was going to be more challenging than expected, the raccoon thought. But he still held out hope. Especially since Mikey wasn't done talking yet.

"Yes, sir. I will, sir."

"When I come back, relaxed and refreshed from my extended shower, I'm going to check on you. If you obeyed all my orders and are still making a good show of licking, slurping, and sucking on your own straight boy pole, I'll consider ordering you to cum. The better the show, the more likely I'll be convinced. Got it, boy?"

"Yes, sir! I promise I won't disappoint you, sir! I'll suck your slave cock so good!"

"See that you do," Mikey said, running a hand over the jock's inner thigh. "And, if and when I give you permission to cum, are you going to make a mess on my bed, slave?"

"No, sir!"

"And why is that?"

"Because your slave will suck and swallow all the slave cum that comes out of your slave cock, sir!"

"Every drop?" the mouse asked, allowing his hands to wander between the raccoon's legs so that he could pet the plump sack. Mikey loved how warm and alive it felt beneath his palm.

"Yes, sir! Every drop! Your toy gives his word!"

"We'll see..." Mikey replied, as though he were not yet convinced. "Now, open your mouth and say 'ahhhh'."

Daniel eagerly complied and then had a front row seat as he watched his own member descend into his waiting mouth. Per Mikey's orders, he immediately got to sucking. It felt amazing. Almost too amazing.

As backed up and on the edge as he was, he wished he could suckle at a more relaxed pace since he was incapable of reaching climax without permission. But he hadn't been ordered to give himself a leisurely, relaxing suck job. He'd been ordered to blow himself as though he were trying to force himself to cum. So that was exactly what he would do... No matter how much his long-suffering balls protested and complained.

Mikey took a step back to watch as Daniel got to work. The mouse thought it was a beautiful sight. A big dick, full balls, and a hungry, hard-working mouth.

Walking around the slurping, sucking slave, the impressed mouth exclaimed, "What a sight. I love to see a stud jock like you putting his muscles to good use. Suck that cock, slave! Make those balls churn with need."

And that's exactly what Daniel worked to do. It was exquisitely pleasurable. And maddeningly frustrating. As he worked his tongue and lips over his own desperate cock flesh, the raccoon was impressed with his new master.

Impressed and a little afraid. If this was how effortlessly and naturally Mikey was sliding into his role as master on day one, what did that imply for their relationship six months from now? Daniel had no idea. Plus, he was too distracted by his shifting, throbbing balls to put real thought into the question.

"Okay, shower time for me. Remember. It's not a race! And it's not a marathon, either. It's both. Suck yourself good and maybe... Just maybe..."

And with that unfinished sentence left hanging, Daniel the slave was left on his own. But rather than slow down or pause, he kept working just as energetically as he had before Mikey had stepped out.

The straight raccoon loved his master. Each day was an opportunity to show his dedication. To prove his loyalty. So if master wanted him to give a world-class blowjob to his own needy cock -- a shaft that didn't even belong to him -- then that's exactly what Daniel would do.

As the jock sucked and sweated and moaned into his own rod, he realized he had no idea whether or not Mikey would grant him permission to orgasm when he came back.

He might... But he might not. And Daniel wasn't even confident enough on the outcome to guess which it might be. In half an hour, he might experience the climax of a lifetime. Or he might be ordered to take a cold shower, pack his throbbing member into his pants, and head to class even more needy than before.

And it was at that moment that the raccoon began to cry with joy, even as he continued to aggressively suck.

He wept because regardless of the outcome, he still came out a clear winner. Daniel would love to show his master what a dirty, horny slut he could be, jizzing into his own mouth and swallowing down his own pathetic slave seed. But, to his great surprise, Daniel found that he would be just as happy to show off what a good, loyal chastity bitch he could be -- his denied and useless straight boy penis tucked away inside tight pants. Ignored and desperate, just like a slave's cock should be. Kept needy because that's what his glorious master rightfully desired.

Either outcome -- cumming or kept chaste -- would make him happy. Because it would be done in service to his dear, wonderful, precious mouse. His master. As he worked, alone and waiting for his master's return, Daniel smiled around his own cock.

He was the luckiest slave in the world. Because he had the world's best master. The raccoon's heart swelled with joy. As he waited, he let his mind empty except for thoughts and images of his master.

Daniel imagined the naked mouse turning around to face him, blushing as he used his cute paws to hide his erection. The raccoon sighed in pleasure as his member squirted an extra thick stream of precum over his hungry tongue. His short, slim master was so cute. So arousingly sexy.

"Mmmmmmmmm," the raccoon moaned, wishing he was sucking on his master's cock rather than his own unequal, inadequate slave flesh. He tried to imagine what his owner's cum tasted like. He bet it was sweet and salty at the same time. A blend as perfect as the mouse himself.

Lost in his fantasies, long minutes ticked by as Daniel's balls churned and bitterly complained in their sack.