Eve of a night of distress

Neither cuddling, nor his kisses, nor the contact with his body or your master playing affectionately with your thighs. You had never imagined how quickly they had become routine, something you needed to sleep peacefully. Without that feeling of approval you find yourself ridiculous, a boy dressed like a doll, trembling at the thought that the woman who has occupied a privileged place in your heart now belongs to the man to whom you have given yourself like a devoted pet. And with your explicit permission.

You didn't think you could feel more broken and humiliated until your cell phone vibrates. For an instant, the tide of thoughts makes you ignore it, but then you remember that your master asked you for a selfie this morning and now you long for him to be the one to write to you. That he needs you too.

On the screen, "Andrew". His name. You want to change the contact's name and decide to name him "Master", as he deserves, as he should be. You open the chat message and....

An intense heat runs through your body and floods your mind for a few seconds. It's a picture. A big black cock. You recognize it. You've seen it before. You've been in front of it and here it is shown in all its splendor, hard and glistening. An almost divine sight.

"Oops, wrong chat. Sorry, kitten..."

And then. Silence.

Of course.

Angela the woman of your dreams, for whom you have shed tears and cum, whose moans have brought you to your present of voluntary servitude, is going to step on this floor again. She will be on the other side of the wall, riding that beautiful black cock of your Master, being conquered and dominated in exchange for multiple bursts of ecstasy.

And you will be locked in your room, listening to the lessons your Master has prepared to distract you from the heartbreaking erotic scene she will star.

Lost in thought, you don't take your eyes off the picture of Andrew's cock. You stroke the screen of your cell phone as if you want to feel the pulse of his strong veins, the skin that will soon be inside Angela.

Confused and exhausted, with the cell phone so close to your face, you think of Angela. You love her madly. You wish you could kiss where she steps. You would kiss even your master's delicious member to be in contact with her.

With a kiss to the picture of your master's cock, you finally find the peace you need and fall into a deep sleep.

That night you dream of high school. At recess, the coach asks you to pair up in groups. Boys and girls are paired up while you look for your chance. Everyone is clear on who to go with, except you. You're the only one left alone. The rest of the couples touch each other profusely, feeling each other's bodies, sweating under a powerful sun.

Knowing that there is no one left to pair up, you sit on a bench and watch them in silence. The bench feels somewhat uncomfortable, as if it's wedged between your buttocks. You wiggle your ass trying to find a better position.

The trainer notices your uneasiness and approaches you.

"Hey, Lucas. Go get changed. Your teammates need a cheerleader to get motivated."

You nod.

You don't know what he's talking about. You've never worn a cheerleading uniform, but you want to feel part of the group and not disobey. Maybe it's not that tough. Maybe someone will notice you.