You’ll never believe it. I’m telling you, not out of Andy Douglas. He’s so quiet, and laid back, that you’ll never believe what he did. It was about three years ago when Andy asked me to his room. I didn’t think anything of it, we’d been friends for years, sometimes with benefits, but friends none the less. I went to his room that night, and my life changed forever. I didn’t want the change at first, but now I couldn’t picture my life without it. It’s just such a relief. I never thought I would wind up embracing something like this.

I guess I should take you back to that night, huh? I still remember it like it was yesterday. Andy walked up to me backstage one night. “Hey, Chase, you want to come to my room tonight?” Andy said, with a look in his eye that I knew meant he only wanted one thing. I said yes and couldn’t wait. Andy might be small, quiet and laid back, but when he fucks that all goes out the window. Hell, I’ve seen straight guys fall to his seduction, so there was no way in hell I was gonna tell him no.

When I got there, everything was going normal. I was tied to the bed, while Andy worked his magic. Something about this time was different, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I wasn’t complaining about it, though Andy was doing things to me that would make porn stars blush. Then I got that tingling feeling in my stomach. I knew my orgasm was right around the corner. I laid there and waited for Andy to finish me off, but it never happened. I looked down at him, and he raised those deep brown eyes, locking gazes with me. He let me slip from his mouth and shot me a sinister smile. “We’re not done yet.” That was all he said.

I can’t figure out if the next hour of my life was heaven or hell. Andy came three times, and kept coming back for more. Me? Well, I hadn’t even cum once. After his fourth climax, I was begging for release, pleading. He dropped down onto my chest, and waited for his breathing to return to normal, then got up and walked across the room. Tears were pouring from my eyes, as I pleaded with him. He came back to the bed and sat down beside me. “If you want to cum, Chase, all you have to do is sign this piece of paper.” He said, showing me the paper in question. “Can you do that for me?” I was out of my mind with need. I shook my head, he undid my right arm, and handed me a pen. I signed it, and he started kissing down my chest, leaving my one hand free to tangle in his hair.

When I woke up, several hours later, Andy was sitting in bed next to me with a piece of paper rolled up, using the cockring he’d put on me as some sadistic napkin holder. “How long have I been out?” I asked, trying to sit up, but physically unable to.

“About two hours.” Andy said, handing me the piece of paper. “Here’s your copy.”

I took the ring off of the paper and unrolled it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There it was, my signature, on a sex contract. Pain be damned, I sat bolt upright. I looked at Andy in astonishment, and he just motioned for me to read it. I started reading and couldn’t believe it. The first thing that struck me was the part that said, I had to do whatever he wanted when he wanted it. I kept reading and it suddenly became clear that Andy had forced me to sign a document making me his personal sex slave. The part that shocked me the most, however was the part that said no one else was to ever touch me. I just remember wondering if an orgasm that knocks you out for two hours was really worth it.

“This has got to be a joke.” I chuckled, looking for any sign of Andy’s own laughter. There was none.

Andy put his arm around me, and nibbled on my earlobe for a minute. “It’s no joke.” He hissed into my ear. “You’re mine. Your body belongs to me, and no one else.” He pushed me back down on the bed again, and we fucked for the rest of the night. That first time was border line rape, because I kept trying to stop him so we could talk about this. “You can’t say no, Chase. It states it in the contract.” He said, and continued on his current mission. When I awoke the next morning, it felt like I was in bed with a stranger. All I wanted to know was why.

That answer was not an easy one to find. I asked him on numerous occasions, but he never told me. To this day I don’t know why, but I’ve stopped asking. I remember the first time he cashed in on the contract after that first night. We were at an autograph signing, and minutes before the fans were to be let in, he leaned over to me and said, “How fast do you think I can make you cum?” My eyes got huge as he ducked under the table and gave me the quickest, but best blow job I’d ever had. He came out from under the table just as they were opening the doors. I signed autographs with a thin layer of sweat covering my body. The funny thing of it was, I remember wishing he’d do it again.

That’s been the weird thing about this contract. Usually, it’s about my pleasure, not his. And when it comes to pleasure, Andy is a God. His mouth, his dick, his hands, and his ass all deserve to be worshiped. That reminds me of another time he cashed in on the contract. We had just finished a long road trip, doing about six shows in five days. I was exhausted. When we got home, (did I mention he made me move in with him?), I went straight to bed and went to sleep. I started having a very erotic dream about Andy. He was dressed up like a vampire, and he was stalking me. I tried to run, but he caught me with little difficulty. He threw me to the ground and started riding me as he bit into my neck, drinking my blood. It was so real, that it really wasn’t that much of a surprise when I woke up to Andy on top of me, my dick buried in his ass.

I’m not saying that the last three years have all been some erotic dream, there were time when Andy really took it over the top. After a few months of this treatment, all Andy had to do was look at me to get me hard. And he took every advantage of that. One night, before a tag title defense, he had me so hard that I could barely walk. I thought he was going to do something about it when our music hit. “Sorry, babe. We gotta go.” Andy said, and walked up the tunnel. I had to walk down that ramp, and wrestle that whole match with a raging hard on. We lost the tag titles that night, because all through the match Andy would touch me in little ways that no one else would have thought a thing about, but he knew they drove me crazy. I actually had an orgasm right there in the middle of the ring with thousands of people watching. Needless to say we lost the belts.

Then there was the time that Andy walked into our locker room, right about the time Lance Hoyt kissed me. There was hell to pay that week. You see, Lance and I had fooled around before and he wanted to do it again. I told him that I was with Andy, and he said he at least wanted a kiss. So he leaned in and kissed me. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but you have to understand, that a Lance Hoyt kiss is only out done by an Andy Douglas kiss. Andy walked in and saw what was going on. He didn’t say a word. I knew right then that I was in for it. He walked over to his bag, once Lance had left, and pulled something out of it. “Take your fucking pants off.” Andy said, stalking towards me.

I quickly did as I was told. Andy stood in front of me, holding up the device. “Do you know what this is?” He said, with a demonic tone to his voice. I was scared to speak, so I just shook my head no. “This is a cock cage. It’s designed to make sure that no one but me touches you. At least in the important parts. And since I can’t put a muzzle on you to keep your lips off of other men, I can at least make sure that no one will touch this.” He put the thing on me and made sure it was locked in tight. The minute he touched me though, I got hard. “You’ll wear that until I think you’ve learned who you belong to.”

Throughout that week, he would take it off, just long enough to have sex with me, and then it went right back on. Needless to say, I never let another person touch me, unless it was for the story line. Everything went smooth after that. Andy calmed down, at least with the sadistic shit, and life got back to normal. If you can call, being Andy’s beck and call boy, normal. But I was really started to enjoy it, as crazy as that sounds. I liked the fact that I was in control in the ring and interviews and he was in control in the bedroom, or anywhere else the mood struck him. Then I got hurt.

I broke a bone in my neck, and was rushed to the hospital. I went through CAT scans and MRI’s and was told that I was a very lucky young man. I was also told that I was to do no physical activity for about a month. I didn’t think a thing about that contract while I was laying in my hospital bed, until I saw Andy walk in. I got nervous. My pulse rate went up so much the nurse came to check on me. I was actually scared that Andy would want to have sex right there. Let’s face it, we’d never done it in a hospital bed before, and Andy was all about the strange locations. To my surprise though, he walked over to the bed, pulled up a chair, took my hand and sat there with me until I was released.

I was still a little nervous when we got home, but Andy really surprised me. He waited on me hand and foot. Nothing sexual. The only way I can describe his behavior is loving. The entire month, we did things that normal couples do. We went out on dates, watched TV while cuddling on the couch, you name it. We were actually a couple. I think that’s when I fell in love with him. I mean I had feelings for him before that, but he was so volatile, that you never knew when demon Andy would rear his ugly head. But that month, he never showed up. I found out that Andy could be the sweetest, most loving human being you could ever want.

That’s why I was sitting there reading that damned contract that day. I must have read it twenty times, trying to find a love clause in it. There was nothing. In frustration, I threw it down on the ramp. I’d been sitting there because they were having a cold snap in Florida that week and the arena was freezing. I know it sounds crazy, but the heat from the lights kept me toasty. That’s when I saw it. I’m not making this up, it just appeared on the paper, out of nowhere. It must have been the heat from the lights, because when I picked it up to start reading it, it started to disappear. I laid it back on the ramp, let it reappear, and my heart about burst when I saw what it said.

‘All I want is for Chase to fall in love with me. Once that happens, this contract is void. I won’t need it anymore. I’ll have my dream.’ That’s what it said, right there. I jumped up so fast that I almost left the contract laying on the ramp. I picked it up and ran to find Andy. I didn’t have a lot of time to think about what I’d do when I found him, so I had to play it by ear. I ran into our locker room and Andy was getting ready for our match. I stood there and thought for a second or two. Then I held up the contract and just started shredding it, right in front of Andy. “Sorry Chase. That’s just a copy.” Andy said, pulling on his trunks. “I still have the original.”

“It’s over Andy.” I said, looking him in the eyes and trying to hold a pissed off look on my face. I had been thinking about doing this for a while, but didn’t know how. Suddenly it all became clear. “I’m not abiding by your fucking contract anymore. I think I’ve fulfilled my obligation to you. But for what you’ve put me through these last three years, I have a contract for you now.” I walked over to him and dropped down to one knee. “Will you marry me?” Andy just stood there with a look of shock on his face. “I have a ring, I just don’t have it with me right now. I didn’t think I’d be doing this in a locker room.” I said, waiting for his answer.

“Why are you doing it now, then?” Andy said, trying to hide the tear that was pooling up in the corner of his eye.

I looked up, into his dark brown eyes. “I saw the message at the end of the contract.” I said, squeezing his hand a little. “Invisible ink, huh? I should have known, coming from you.”

Andy let the tears fall freely at that point. I think I’d rendered him speechless, because all he could do was shake his head and sink down into my arms. I can’t believe that all this started with a sex contract. A sex contract is the reason I’m standing in the back of a church in Canada making sure my tux looks just right. In a few minutes, I’m gonna walk down that isle and make all Andy’s dreams come true. I just hope he knows that, these last three years, that’s what he’s done for me.