Little did he know that I had started mixing a special drug in his drinks. It started making him so horny for me, his smirk changing to a lustful gaze. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned a little, I knew he was mine – for the special concoction also made him more suggestive.
He came back to my place for some hot sex, then crashed.
He slowly started becoming less and less of a snob and more and more of a dumb thug. Although he was already in decent shape, he became more obsessed with working out. After a few weeks, he even went to the tattoo parlor and started getting inked up. Soon he would be a boxer ready to fight in – or throw – any match for me.
For Jimmy, as he was now known, may have now appeared as a cocky boxer to the outside world… but whenever he came home to me, he was ready to get down on his knees and be my good boy.
We sold his condo, and I used that money to quit my job and focus on training Jimmy. Soon he didn’t even remember the condo, the club, or any of his old life. He was just a guy from the streets that was so glad I saw potential in him and is so willing to do anything for me.
Tonight is his first match, and the odds are against him – but I have a feeling he’ll win. I shipped his opponent a special case of his favorite sports drink a week ago…. mixed with my special concoction. I think I’ll give him a call to wish him luck in throwing the match right now. 😉