"Thinking just causes wrinkles"

Sir spoke to James. "Let all those complicated thoughts drain out of your head. Become a giggly, stupid himbo for me. Look pretty, smile, and feel incredibly sexy. You know you're hot, and you know you have me. That's all that matters to you for now. Be my beautiful idiot, James."

James felt his thoughts drain away as Sir talked. James was happy to listen and smile. By the end of Sir's order, James was giggling along. Being dumb sounded funny. James liked being beautiful for Sir. Sir was so sexy. Maybe Sir would let James blow him soon? That sounded fun. James giggled to himself.

"James, what's your favorite activity?" Sir asked. James stared at him for a moment, giggled, and eventually answered; "I dunno? Sex. Sex is fun. Can I blow you? I wanna suck."

Sir beamed back at James, and ruffled his hair with one hand. "You're lucky you're cute." James leaned into the hand, giggling happily, with a giant grin on his face.