It was a weird set up. I have my best friend who told me he was gay, I really don't have a problem with it even though he told me he liked me all the years we have been friends. He understands I'm not gay and doesn't want it to ruin our friendship. I told him it did not bother me and not to worry about it. I had a feeling Kyle was gay but never really gave it much thought. I'll tell you some background about our friendship so you have a better idea of how this all came about.

Kyle and I were friends since we were five years old. We are now juniors in highschool. We did everything together growing up, sleepovers, baseball, and birthday parties. I never though anything about our relationship until Kyle told me he was gay. Now that I think back about all the years we hung together it all started to make more sense.

Kyle always did what I wanted to do, never said no. We use to wrestle and I would put him in a headlock and scissor holds and he never complained. I would make stupid bets with him that I knew I would win to make him cut my grass, clean my room and he always did it without an argument. In fact when we started highschool Kyle even did a lot of my homework while I worked out and played sports.

I though he was just a geek that enjoyed school and was a good friend who wanted to help me out. Never really put it together that Kyle had the hots for me and was doing it to stay close. It all worked out for me anyways.

So I continued to work out and have a great body. Smooth, muscular and girls love me. Kyle on the other hand is average built, kind of geeky and never had a girl… Which now makes sense. When Kyle told me he was gay and that he had a crush on me all these years I kind of felt sorry for him. This is where it started. Kyle asked me if I would mind him using me as a fantasy. He never had a girl or a guy for that matter and wanted to pretend I was using him for my sexual pleasure. He told me it was weird but he wanted to text me and email me fantasies that he though about and it involved me being a brutal master and using him for my sexual and non-sexual use.

I had heard about guys that enjoyed being slaves but really was not my thing. For some reason I felt sorry for Kyle, he looked as though he was going to cry when he told me this and was sure I was going to drop him as a friend.

Instead I felt compelled to help Kyle out. After all it was just a fantasy. Why not help him get off? I was getting off with most girls I met and I could just imagine the frustration Kyle must be feeling.

I told Kyle I would do his text and email fantasy. I was not sure how good I would be at it but would try because he was my friend. Kyle also asked if he could still do my homework and some of my chores and that also gave him a rush. I saw no harm in that in fact that was a big plus for me.

The next day it started, I was not really prepared for the first text I received from Kyle, it was dirty and weird but I agreed. The text read… Master Stan, after I finish your homework can I please suck your cock Sir, I promise you'll get an A on your paper and I love your dick. I was not sure what to respond, I texted back Sure no problem Kyle texted back Hey Stan can you be a little mean, order me to do it, tell me you better get an A on your paper or I can't have your dick… I want to be ordered around, forced to do things for you.

What have I gotten myself into? Was I able to do this could I actually help my friend live out this fantasy? I texted back Shut up asshole and finish my paper then maybe I'll feed you my dick if you're lucky. The text came back immediately Thank you Sir I will… I will do it right now!

I had no idea my best friend was going to become my text slave and I was going to actually start to get into it.

That night I was getting ready for bed when Kyle texted me. Sir your paper is finished can I have your dick. Beg me was my response, Kyle started text begging. What a bitch I though. I started thinking of ways to help Kyle get off after all he way my best friend.

Kyle was begging me to suck my dick, each text was getting more and more explicit. Please Master Stan I'll get on my knees and kiss your dick. Lick the sweat from your balls. You can slap my face with your hard dick until I cry sir! Please Sir Please let me have your dick!

I was not even sure how to answer, I never had anyone beg to kiss or kick or suck my dick. I have had a couple of blow jobs but it was quick and by a hot girl that was already horny from looking at my hot body.

I let Kyle beg for awhile, then I texted back You are such a bitch, probably laying in your bed with your hand on your dick dreaming about my hard cock being rubbed all over your face. Yeah Kyle if you were here I'd beat your face with my dick. I'd rub my balls over your mouth, but you can't suck my dick bitch. No it's not that easy I still need to see if I get an A on my paper before you get your lips around this prize.

I did not get a text back from Kyle for several minutes, and then the text came through. Thanks Master Stan I love you.

I felt good I knew by the delayed text I must have got it right. Kyle must have been jerking off thinking about me, next thing I knew I was pulling my dick thinking about Kyle. Yeah I could have a lot of fun with my text slave.