I had been on the independent circuit for about a year now. I was a jobber in most of my early matches and made sure that those I lost to looked good beating in the ring. It was part of the job and the entertainment. I would occasionally get a win but that was just the boss giving me a morale booster before I had to perform a new series of jobbing.
There was a new upstart wrestler, who making the rounds and getting a push. His win-loss record was impressive and he had quite the fan following. The boss has called and said that I was doing the job for him on Saturday nights show. We were going to be the first hour's main event. This was exciting cause usually I got squashed in a five-minute match, but the first-hour main event got a least 20 minutes of the showcase. I trained all week in anticipation for the match. I made my entrance to the ring quickly with generic music. Out came Derrick Prince, he had a very effeminate feel to him as he glided down the entrance ramp, he was an average 6'2, with shoulder length blonde hair, and deep sapphire eyes. He showed off to the audience as his music played winking and playfully tickling a few marks. As the bell rung, he blew a kiss at me which threw me off my game. We grappled and swung each other from the ropes showing off our athletism. We were giving the audience a show. He was acting flighty and effeminate whenever I got some offense and then work attack and take me down again and again. It was time for his finisher that came out of nowhere a flapjack face plant then he would roll me over and crawl up in a pin position and for added effect, he kissed me on the lips ad the ref count to 3. He got up and posed in the ring as I rolled out and her to the back. A few pats on the back as I hit the showers. The kiss on the lips was still on my mind. I keep hearing him talk to me as I showered in a mindless daze. He called me a boy over and over in my head. A few minutes later he appeared in the shower and as if under his spell. I got on my knees and stared at his crotch he removed his ring gear and let me suck his dick. He kept whisper command to me telling I was his boy and that my sole purpose was to worship him and do as he says. He lifted me off his cock which I was still hungry for. He molds my body to match the image he wanted for me I slender body with fewer muscles but still well defined with a perfect six-pack. He puffed my lips to make them fuller. He pierced ears with diamond crusted stones. He shaped my hair and made it platinum blonde, I was his tool, his boy. We left the shower and head to the locker room, no one seemed indifferent to the new me. We left the arena where we wrestled and headed to the hotel where he cemented my persona as his new boy. He removed my clothes and laid me on his bed and fucked my boy pussy., he repeats that I was his boys, he was my master, my job was to please him in all I do.