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God, I love the way he yanks my tail when he fucks me. The way he spanks me when I'm not moaning loud enough. The way he makes me wear that stupid pink collar with the bone on it that says "Butch's Bitch". It's all so worth it. The man is so simple, it's crazy. All you've gotta do is be a little vulnerable, hit all the right buttons, and you'll be in my place right now. Fucked senseless on the bed on the third day of your beach trip, for the third time in a row. I couldn't stop moaning like an idiot. I must've cum six times by now, and we just got up.

If that wasn't clear enough, here's a picture for ya: luxury seventh floor hotel room, my golden retriever body splayed out across the bed, pillow in my teeth, open window view like some kind of anime opening shit while this ripped, big dicked doberman honey's rocking my twink body with enough motion to make the whole mattress move. Now picture that happening every day, wherever you want, whenever you want, because his best-selling album of the summer means you've always got a paycheck coming.

Damn, I don't know where I'd be without him.

I felt a hand smack against my ass. He moaned. He called me a fucking slut. He pulled me in by my hips. Ass cheeks to the pelvis. Hand on the collar. Deeper. Deeper.

That's when he pulled out with a heavy grunt, and I could feel his spunk dripping out my hole onto the ground. I huffed loud and good, just the way he liked it. Honestly, we were a lot louder than usual. I don't know who I feel worse for; the maid, or the neighbors. In any case, I turned around, sat down, feeling syrup seeping out of me as I faced my exasperated dom. I'm probably supposed to look him in the eyes and tell him I love him or some shit, but my favorite part of the afterglow is watching him enjoy it. Jesus fuck, what a stud. His abs ballooned and shrank like waves of chocolate while he caught his breath, huge cock hanging nine inches, three of 'em thick, dripping cum on the floor like a slob. Now that's some damn good eye candy. Gold chain still around his neck and everything. I want to suck on one of his huge nuts again. That's not even important to the story. I just want to suck on his huge nuts again.

"You tight as fuck, Jeff," he breathed, his fangs glistening as he spoke. "'Take the dick like a fucking champion."

"Oh, I know," I moaned, a finger in my own mouth. "Wanna loosen me up a bit more?"

"Nah, man, I just wanna go to the beach," he shrugged. "'Tired me out, you feel?"

That's when I finally looked him in the eyes. Did he really just fuck me with shades on? Whatever, now he's making his way across the floor to the dresser. Wobbling, I followed him as he opened up one of the drawers for his trunks.

"Well, I'm up for more," I moaned again, now more aggressively, "and this heat's got me real horny. How about something a little more dangerous? You got any toys?"

"You mean, more dangerous than only bring one set of clothes for you?" Butch laughed. "I doubt it."

"We're just packing light, babe," I giggled, swaying my hips. "What makes that so dangerous?"

He gave me a sardonic smile as he pulled my crimson trunks out of the top drawer. Then, with no hesitation, I saw his arm flick towards the open window.

I was baffled instantly. What the fuck was he thinking?! Gasping, I jolted, my arm outstretched, but all I got was my white tank top in my hand.

"Go get it," he grinned menacingly.

I stared back in his eyes and felt the pre-meditated blush ruin my sexy face. All I could really do was sigh, look away a bit. 'Cause, well, what the fuck was I going to argue? Should I tell you about the Jamaican nightclub incident? I shouldn't have to. This man owned me, and I'll be damned if I don't do whatever he tells me to do. He knows so long as he's rich and famous, he can do whatever shit he wants to me. No questions. No exceptions.

...But hell if I didn't find that hot.

"All right," I smirked at him, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I will."

The moment I turned he slapped my ass, unsurprisingly, and then giggled at me maniacally as I walked towards the door. In my zombie walk to place my hand on the doorknob, the thought of putting on shoes basically totally slipped my mind. I paused in a staring contest with the peephole, ignoring all the background noise. One breath...two breaths...fuck it. I flew the door open and bolted down the hallway.

Carpeted floor designs melted and blurred together like a coke rush as I matched that sprinting down the empty hallway. My hands were forcing down the pathetic tank top over my crotch while my face lit up like a bonfire. Whirling around each corner, bored from the constant tan and brown striped wallpaper, legs already burning from the pressure, my mind was impatient, restless, thinking, "DAMN, they should call this place 'Hotel Vertigo!'". Crazed, embarrassed and praying for cover, all I needed was to see those lovely grey doors. That's all I'd need to find. And maybe while I'm at it, I won't think about how my engorging dick might cause a bit of a problem in the future.

I turned one curve and gasped in utter excitement. Halfway down the hallway, the middle of a three-way intersection, there they were: the two elevator shafts, standing tall to the right!

Thank fuck, I thought. Didn't last long. 'Cause when I was about to push the button, I stopped dead in my tracks. Sure, it's the quickest way to the bottom, but how likely am I to run into a huge crowd of people once I get there? I'd say about a hundred and ten percent. So, what's my other option? Jump out a window? Take the stairs?

SKREEEEE!

Jesus, that was the loudest door creak I've ever heard! Guess I found my option. I turned and found it was two feet away from me...I had to move fast! Frantic, I broke into a run again towards a wide door a little further down to the left labelled "Stairs". Shoulder first, I barged myself into it and followed through, just barely avoiding being seen.

The stairs themselves were nice and painted; the unfinished walls, not so much. But I was more concerned of how noisy I was. Each time my foot hit the ground, it reminded me of walking down that one empty hallway in every fucking middle school. Only this time, my half erect dick was swinging around, and I was about one peeping Tom away from telling this whole story in court. And the thought of it only added to the dread. My chest felt tight as my whole face lit up like a flame, holding onto the railing, must've been jumping down four or five steps at a time. GOD, it was so loud! But so long as nobody was here, it was just a straight shot to the end, so long as I could make it down.

But, of course, even that had its issues.

A large metal chunk followed by a deadly creak screamed above me, just a couple floors up. Okay...that was definitely a door opening up. It made me hustle even faster, cursing all along the way. I hugged the far side and stuck to my goal. Keep. Going. Keep-

"You in a hurry?" he asked gently. I looked up and saw a beagle with reading glasses giving me a concerned look. Dammit! The angle was just right for him to see me. I had to stare back at him. But as I did, I felt myself get aroused down below. Wait...I was aroused? By this guy? Oh shit, I must've been like that already. I impulsively tugged my shirt across all six of its inches, hearing the threads struggle as I forced it over the tip.

"I-I'm okay!" I called back, smiling brightly...and, of course, not stopping my pace.

He might have said something else, but I sure as hell wasn't looking back. I was too busy trying not to be humiliated! My legs burned and pulsed as I counted the floors I had left....

Four...

(Another chunk!)

Three...

(Another chunk!)

Two...!

EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!

The instant I heard it, I thought, are you fucking kidding me?! And you would've, too. Who could have planned a worse time for a fire alarm to go off?! Well, shit, now everybody's gonna use the stairs. My heart felt like a kick drum as the white flashes of the red boxes seemed to almost count down the seconds I had left. Above me, probably six or seven floors above, I could hear the doors already begin to open.

Lip quiver, soft whimper, my feet slammed onto the ground floor. Finally! I whirled like hell around me to see two doors to either side of me; one to the beach, the other, to the lobby. Obviously, I hurled myself straight to the one on the right, slamming against its metal bar. I followed through with as much force as I could while the stampede of footprints created a shitstorm of just...sound in the tower. Coulda sworn I heard that lobby door open, too, so I forced the door back again.

My bare feet hit a concrete slab; the only thing left between me and a shitload of sand. The sun to my eyes was blinding as I ran forward, looking around for my trunks. My toes dug into the sand that caked my surroundings, leading all the way out to the few early beachgoers there were. Fuck...I could still hear the fire alarm from inside. Squinting, rushing, I peered in all directions for my trunks. Surely they were stuck in the sand somewhere, right?! I bent over and felt the tank top hang down below my nipples, knowing if I didn't find those trunks, I'd be dead. I had to find them. I had to find them!

Come on...come on! I thought. I couldn't believe it. Not even a glimmer of red in the sand?! What in the hell could-

KA-CHUNK!

I jumped in utter shock. I was too late. As the door I had just barged through re-opened behind me, I faced it and grit my teeth in defeat. But I wasn't gonna take it like this. I still had a shred of dignity! I gave the biggest tug I could give onto my tank top, stretching it to the base of my legs, and-

RRRRRIP!

Oh right.

The white fabric snapped off by the shoulder straps and crumpled to the sand. Gave a nice little flutter on my thighs, like a last "fuck you" before it became totally worthless. I gasped in horror and surprise, my hands up to my gaping mouth as I looked down at my aroused, naked body. And it sure as hell wouldn't be a problem if I just found my trunks! But now, I was butt ass naked, and there was nothing I could do about it. And before I could even get a chance to run away, the door had opened up the whole way, leaving a horde of distressed people to pour out like seahorses giving birth.

But wait. There was one person in front of them all that I recognized damn well. Tight, black trunks. Douchebag shades. Gold chain 'round his neck. Pipe shaped bulge in the pants. Oh fuck. And he recognized me, too. Because the moment he saw me in the state that I was, his face instantly lit up in excitement. My whole body flushed in embarrassment as all the heads began to turn.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" he screamed, amused, mouth stretched to the max as he shoved a finger at me. "YOU'RE NAKED!"

Then, he started laughing hysterically amidst the crowd of other people, rapidly expanding as more people just kept coming and coming. I bent over, trying desperately to cover up, humiliated as fuck as I looked in awe of just how many people were there, from this door, to the lobby's, to the outside patio...god, did they bring the whole fuckin' island?! This looked like a joke. Most of them seemed a little confused, but there was a lot of 'em laughing, too. To their credit, a few politely turned away, showing a little sympathy. But the one guy had cargo shorts on. Could he pass me some trousers? Of course fuckin' not. I scowled. I was all a bunch of fun, now.

"Very funny, Butch," I whined annoyedly over the crowd. "Now, help me find my suit!"

"What suit, homie?!" Butch cried.

"My trunks!" I shouted back. "The ones you tossed out of the hotel roo-!"

"What suit, homie?!" he yelled again, this time more hilariously. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I saw him reach into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled-up ball of red fabric. My stomach dropped like an anvil, instantly realizing what it was.

"IT WAS IN THE ROOM THE WHOLE TIME!"

The crowd exploded in uproarious laughter. It was expanding constantly as more people tried to see what was going on. My boner was rock hard and full of blood, while my head was full of nothing. All that was coming to mind was, "Wow, he's fucking evil", plus, "Fuck, I'm gonna kill him." My whole body was on fire. Hotter than the sand I was frozen onto. My erection twitched, and I was getting annoyed by all the attention I was getting. Wolf whistles, cat calls, you name it, I was getting it. And still, there were about a thousand more people coming outside, now causing enough commotion to drown out the fire alarm from inside. There must've been about two hundred or so standing outside the hotel by now, all looking at me like I'm crazy. And even after all that, he still had one final request.

"But, if you want it...," Butch grinned, looking me straight in the eye. "Then you better go get it!"

His huge arm whizzed forward, releasing my trunks high into the sky. Squinting over the sun, I watched it arc in the air, unfolding and flipping, then falling down...straight into the sunbathing crowd at the shore. All of which, of course, looked straight back at me once it hit near them. I bet you'll never guess what their reactions were.

I never felt so flustered in my life as I watched it crumple to the sand. I was naked in a circle of bystanders, all participating in this joke. And now, even the sunbathers were in on the celebrity prank. I started theorizing shit fast. What if they made me jack off for them? Would they just keep them for themselves? Would I find them in a museum one day? How much more humiliating can this get?!

But, you know what? I laughed and ran after it. Of course I fucking did! Remember what I said in the beginning? I love being controlled. I love taking orders. The buffer the dom, the greater the reward. That's how it's always been with me. And I can't lose him. So, if he says I've gotta walk through a crowd naked while my hard cock's bobbing up and down to get my trunks back, I'mma do it. Dignity? Fuck dignity. I threw that out long ago. No matter how evil he acts, or how tough his rules are, or how hard he humiliates me, I'll always be back to drool all over that big, juicy cock so he can slide it in and make my day.

And that's exactly how it should be.

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Thanks for reading! Now that you're here, I've gotta explain a little change I'm making here. I'm sure you noticed this was identified as a "Zap Fap" rather than a "Story in 1,000 Words". That's because this is the new name for my flash fiction series. I found that writing a story in only 1,000 words inherently limited its potential. So I decided to get rid of it and just write the short idea out for you guys. I really hope you liked it. :D

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