Spit Takes (Patreon)

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- So, it's impossible then? If FDA isn't approving it and they are shutting down the production, it's only you lucky bastards in the trial that ever gets it. Fuck, that's disappointing. Well, I guess I'll grow muscles the old fashioned way, like before.
- I didn't tell you why it isn't approved. It makes my body produce something similar in all body fluids. They are afraid of something like an epidemic.
- So that means...
- Open wide.

Dependency

Deep down I resent what he did to me, what he is still doing. I'm still not sure how it works. Was it hypnosis, some kind of drugs, or something completely different? All I know is that if I don't get his glob of spit I start getting all confused and horny in a matter of days. Sometimes he's withholding it for his advantage, but mostly he is giving it as an award when I do as he says because he knows how I hate to lose control and become that mindless fuck rabbit. Buy those clothes. Cut your hair like that. Often fairly publicly, to humiliate and drive home that he is the one in charge. By far the most common place he does it is at the gym, after he's pushed my limits. "Four more reps and you can have it. Three. Two. Two. Two. One. Great job." Ass.

Air gap

I know he would like nothing more than to throw himself in my arms and kiss me with his tongue massaging my tonsils, but if he does he knows there is nothing else he gets today. He's not only plugged and locked, but I've made sure there is always a paw or a dog pun somewhere on him. Subtle enough that you can easily miss it, clear enough that everyone in the scene will know. "What a nice little puppy you have," one of the massive muscle guys said the other week. I would never had guessed him for knowing these kind of things. "Thanks. No petting!" I told him, and he quickly lowered his arm, and winked at me. No, this is as far as being physical as he gets to be this month.