"I just wished for the sex we're about to have to be the best ever for both of us," Chad said with a gleam in
his eye.
"Good boy, Chad, I knew I could count on you. You secretly always wanted me to be your master. Your best sex
ever will be with my cock inside you, you know that's true. I'm already wearing a condom, now you can start by
giving me a blow job. I know you'll enjoy it, and then when my condom coated dick is good and hard and wet,
you'll glad me let me pop your cherry, won't you, Chad boy?" said a male voice carrying the voice synthesizer
at his side as he stepped into the light.
Chad swallowed hard. He was choking on the words, he felt that he had to speak. "Yes, sir, thank you, sir!"
he shouted standing at attention. Every part of his body - to his inner horror - was at attention including
his cock. This couldn't be. He was straight. Why was he hard? Was it really a wishing apple? "But, sir,
I've never sucked cock before - I'm not gay!" he said in a plaintive voice, "I, uh," he licked his lips. He
was salivating as he stared at the other man's bulge, and to his continuing horror, he added, "but I'll do my
best to give you the best blow job ever." There was eagerness in his voice.
"That's the nice thing about wishes, boy, they're overly specific. You wished for unspecified sex, but I had
a more specific wish in mind. You will enjoy it, because you wished to enjoy it. It will be the best sex
you've ever had, but it won't make you gay. It may ruin you for women, and it may make you more popular with
your team mates, as it's highly likely that you'll only be able to get your rocks off with a man's cock inside
you after I'm done with you," the man said with a sneer as he peeled off his grey sweat shirt.
Chad found his anus twitching and oozing in expectation of its upcoming penetration.
"Ah, Chad, I recall you have a blog that links to your iPhone for streaming video, right?"
"Yes?"
"Bad boy - you must say, "Sir" when you address me! Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It'll never happen again, sir," Chad blurted out with sincere distress.
"Good. Then get out your phone and set it to stream live to your website. You can tweet, and type this
exactly, Chad, "Chaddy boy takes it like a woman live on my blog!" Got that?"
"Yes, sir. All tweeted, sir," Chad answered in a defeated tone.
"Oh, you may not like the idea that all your friends are going to watch you become my bitch, but I think
you'll get off on the humiliation. Don't you?"
"Uh, yes, sir. If you say so, sir," Chad said in a confused tone. His eyes remained fixed on the man's bulge.
"Okay, now come over here. Turn sideways so the camera can see your face. We don't want any doubt about who
you are or what you are doing. Now smile. On your knees, and you can sniff my crotch."
Chad obeyed, and closed his eyes, pure ecstasy was on his face. He never felt hornier or more anticipation
for sex.
"You can touch my bulge now, Chad boy. Yes, that's it. Now I'm going to let you unzip me, but not with your
hands. Use your mouth, teeth are okay for the zipper, but a no-no on my cock, got it?"
"Yesh, shir," Chad answered with the zipper pull already in his mouth.
He couldn't believe it. Neither could the 24 people watching the live stream. They texted their friends and it
was soon 140 people and growing.