Master of the Jocks

Chapter 9

The Sausage Fest

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– Chad’s PoV –

I hold my phone over my dad’s face as he sleeps. I’ve never heard or seen dad be this relaxed in my life. It's an amazing feeling, right dad? Like slowly falling down a very soft, feathery bed to a place of infinite rest and comfort, while watching an aurora of swirling night sky of dancing colors. Master is just listening intently on the other line as dad recites his mantra in a masculine, mature voice:

Bruce: “Dexter is my Master. I am a slave of Master Dexter. Master owns and controls me. Master owns and controls my body. Master owns and controls my mind. I will obey Master Dexter. I will submit to Master Dexter. I am hard and horny for my Master. I am my Master’s property. I am my Master’s daddy slave. I am no longer alone. I belong with my Master and all his slaves, and together we are one. I will dedicate my life to my Master. I will unload all my responsibilities and burdens on him. I will unload all my sorrows and loneliness to him. He will rule my life and I only need to obey him. My Master is my ultimate superior and Commander-in-Chief. He fills my heart with direction and purpose. Me and my house will serve and worship him.”

Ever since mom died from that illness, dad has always looked so sad and empty. He’s trying to drown out his sorrows by drinking beer, but it’s just a placeholder to fill an empty void in him. He’s never been good with words, but Brad and I know, he’s trying to hide the pain while carrying the burden of raising us all by himself. You don’t have to do that anymore, dad. We’re grown men now and Master is here to fill that void you have. I was really happy that Master finally decided to turn dad into one of his sex slaves. Both of them deserve only the best in the world and I can’t imagine a better way of spending my free Saturday morning than being a useful pawn for my Master’s plans. Maybe this will get me a little something too, like being allowed to cum or suck Master’s dick, or just hearing him say ‘good boi’.

Dexter: “Command: Wake Up!”

Dad opened his eyes, clearly still disoriented from being woken up. I hope he doesn’t accidentally punch me like the last time I tried to prank him.

Dexter: “Good morning, Bruce. How are you feeling?”

Bruce: “I’m fine, just having a little bit of a hangover, but I can manage. Who is this?”

Dexter: “Dexter… ring any bells?”

Bruce: “Dexter… Master Dexter!? Good morning Master, how may I serve you?”

Dexter: “Hmm… I just love the sound of a freshly enslaved man saying ‘Master Dexter’. I just want to check if the hypnosis went well, and from the sounds of it, it did. Say, what can you tell me about Sausage Fest?”

Bruce: “Umm… Master, it’s going to happen at 7pm in my… I mean, your house. I must clean your house completely naked and prepare the boys’ bedroom for later. I must wear nothing but the dirty denim overalls I use as a mechanic during the Sausage Fest. I must apply oil and strokes of grease to my body as part of my costume. That’s all I remember, Master.”

Dexter: “Good enough, Brucey. Chad, you’d be joining Brad and Cody later, right?”

Chad: “Yes, Master! Cody and I will help Brad finish your home during the weekends and then come back here to join the festivities.”

Dexter: “Good. It seems everything is in order. I’ve got to go now. There’s another boi waiting for a call from me. See you later, bois!”

Chad and Bruce: “See you later, Master!”

– Rich’s PoV –

Rich: “Dexter is my Master. I am a slave of Master Dexter. Master owns and controls me. Master owns and controls my body. Master owns and controls my mind. I will obey Master Dexter. I will submit to Master Dexter. I am hard and horny for my Master. I am my Master’s property. I am my Master’s special boytoy. I want to please and gain the approval of my Master. I want my Master to be proud of me. I am no longer alone. I belong with my Master and all his slaves, and together we are one. I will dedicate my life to my Master. I will unload the burden of my future to him. Serving him will be my new purpose in life. I will devote all of myself to him. All that is mine and will ever be mine is his.”

Dexter: “Command: Wake Up!”

I woke up hearing my Master’s voice. It’s an odd feeling, like I’m a toy being given a set of fresh new batteries, being brought to life by a simple command by my owner. I’m in my own room, completely naked and hard, like most mornings, with drops of precum flowing on my dick. My laptop is sitting on my abs and my phone in my hand. Did I just answer a call while sleeping? I suppose I did, as if my life depended on it, because it does. The person on the other side is Dexter, my Master. Dexter is my Master… It’s so weird to think of myself as a rightfully-owned slave. I’ve always thought of myself as a natural born leader, but then again, here we are.

Rich: “Good morning, Master Dexter.”

Dexter: “Good morning, slave. I just want to check if your programming is right. Tell me about Sausage Fest.”

Rich: “Master, I’m supposed to be at Chad’s house at 7pm sharp. I’ll be dressed in full suit, as if it is a formal date, but with my top buttons opened, exposing my torso. I won’t be wearing any underwear and I’ll let the tie dangle on my neck as if it was a leash. I will go there alone, and won’t tell anyone where I’ll be going.”

Dexter: “Very good boi. I’ll be hanging up now. See you later, slave.”

Rich: “Bye, Master! See you later too.”

Fuck! Just hearing Master’s voice makes me horny. Sausage Fest, Sausage Fest… From my prescribed attire, it doesn’t sound like it’s a dining event, more like a sexual event and I’m the ‘sausage’. My senses are tingling just thinking about it, telling me both to run away and run towards it. Fuck! It sounds so hot being the ‘sausage’.

— Dexter’s PoV —

It has been a week now since I first hypnotized Chad. Within a week, I’ve got myself three new slavebois at my complete disposal, and another two on the way. Not a bad record for a first week, yes? Everyday feels like Christmas, especially now, since I’ve got my buttler hungrily sucking on my dick while I was treated to a fine breakfast-in-bed. I went downstairs, dragging my dog with a leash attached to his cock ring, seeing dad eating his breakfast alone.

Dexter: “Hey dad. Is mom still sleeping?”

Dad: “Yeah, about that… She actually went back to your grandparents last night. She needed some space and time to think.”

Dexter: “Oh my god, dad! What did you do this time?”

Dad: “Hey, I was just being honest with her. I told her I’m bisexual and that Brad and I did some fun things together. Then I asked her if she wanted a threesome with Brad and just completely lost it. Women…”

Dexter: “Brad, seriously, what did you guys do?”

Brad: “Master, we just gave each other an oily massage. We touched each other’s bodies, nipples, cocks, balls, and asses. Master, I’m really sorry. I thought…”

Dexter: “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear your excuses! You’ve been a bad boi. A really, really naughty boi! Go kneel in that corner with your nose on the wall and reflect on what you’ve done. You cannot hear or speak until I kick your butt.”

Brad gave out a grunt from the pain, accompanied with eye twitching movements due to electrocution. I stepped on the leash attached to his cock ring. I know from his sounds that he’s in pain, as he deserved to be, trying to pull away and obey his command to kneel near the wall, completely incapable of even begging for mercy. I let him hopelessly and painfully pull his hardening cock and balls while I continued my conversation with my dad.

Dad: “Oh come on, Dexter. That’s not fair to Brad. You did say I’m allowed to touch him, but not have sex with him. We never had sex, just some sexual touching.” Grunt

Dexter: Sigh “Dad, that’s not the point. I added that rule because I thought mom will take advantage of Brad and he will come between you and mom. I’m half right about that. Also, you being bisexual!? How did I miss that? I mean, I’m a gay guy who makes a psychological and personality profile of every person I meet. Just how!?” Grunt

Dad: “I guess it’s because I’m a boring tax accountant who goes on a fishing and hunting trip every once in a while? The casual misogyny also helps.” Grunt

Dexter: “Yeah, I get it. Congrats on coming out of the closet, dad; but I just cannot be happy for you right now. I just hope you and mom don’t get divorced soon.” Grunt

Dad: “So, do you think you’ll allow me to have sex with Brad? You can add a rule that he can’t cheat or he can only do it during a threesome.” Grunt

Dexter: “Seriously, dad? That’s all you can think about right now? Geez… I’ll consider it once mom comes back, if she even does.” Grunt

I finally let go of the leash. I want to let Brad just kneel there for a whole day, but I’ll just be depriving myself if my new house isn’t finished soon. I’ll just kick his butt when Cody and Chad are already out there to fetch him. I mean, dad’s right, in a way. I didn’t specify sexual touches are not allowed, but they should’ve known better. It’s a good thing I’ll have a stress-reliever later tonight.

– Dexter’s PoV, 7pm inside the Bauer home –

I entered the living room welcomed by my bois, arranged neatly side-by-side, in their Kneeling Display position. Chad, my ‘jockboi’, is wearing a slutty football uniform: topless if not for the shoulder pads and wearing tight compression pants with a hole on his crotch. Cody, my ‘cowboi’, is wearing a slutty cowboy costume: sleeveless denim jacket with open buttons, cowboy hat, cowboy boots, denim pants with open zippers fastened with a buckle, leather band on his biceps, and a rope around his neck as a leash. Brad, my ‘soldierboi’, is topless with strokes of black grease on his face and body, camo-patterned pants and cap, with dog tags and black leather boots. Rich is aptly dressed as my ‘richboi’ while Bruce is looking really dirty with his ‘blue collar daddy’ look, with a cheesy ‘cupid heart’ tattoo on his arms.

Rule #11-A: I must adopt the ‘Kneeling Display’ position when idle in the presence of my Master. Rule #11-B: I must prostrate myself before my Master when he enters the room. I must maintain this position until he says ‘Up’, in which case I will return to the ‘Kneeling Display’ position. Rule #11-C: These rules are only exempted when I am carrying something, doing an important task where stopping can result in failing that task, or when somebody without the knowledge of our Master-slave relationship is around.

Chad, Cody, and Brad prostrated the moment they realized that I graced the room with my presence, giving me the proper respect I am owed. Just saying that in my head makes me smile. Bruce and Rich followed the rest on cue. I pressed my feet on the back of their heads, ensuring that their foreheads were touching the floor. I hear a thump from Rich and Bruce. 

Dexter: “Rich, Bruce, you must lower your heads to the floor when you prostrate in front of me. Understood, bois?”

Rich and Bruce: “Yes, Master!”

Dexter: “Good! Now everyone, up.” In a click, the first three came back into their Kneeling Display positions, followed by the other two. They are presenting their hard cocks to me, extending beyond their open zippers and cut-out pants, pointing towards me, as if they’re longing to be tortured and played with. Each of their cocks and pumped up muscles were glistening from a thin layer of oils. I can smell a hint of male musk from afar, probably from the bois’ full day of construction work. In a lot of ways, this seems like a surreal dream; and in this dream I am granted an exquisite view, one whose beauty I would honestly prefer over the world’s greatest landmarks. Justin is capturing all the sumptuous details of the Sausage Fest, camera on hand with a subtle Mona Lisa smile on his face.

Justin: “This will go amazingly with the website, Dex. By the way, it’s already online and we’ve got some clients already asking for private shows with Brad and Cody here.”

Dexter: “That’s good! Brad, Cody, you heard your master Justin?”

Cody: “Oh yes, Master! Please pimp me and use my body for your benefit.” Hip thrusts

Brad: “Sir, yes, sir! Happy to oblige, Master.”

Rich: “Master, are you recording this and uploading this on the internet?”

Dexter: “Yes, I do. Is there a problem, slave?”

Rich: “I… I’m just concerned about my reputation, Master.”

Dexter: “Well, in that case, I’ll hand over the original copy to you later. You can do whatever you want to do with it. How does that sound?”

Rich: “Thank you so much, Master.”

Dexter: “Before we start, I want to introduce our neophytes to some of the rules they must follow. Cody, can you please tell Bruce and Rich about Rule #22 and #47.”

Cody: “Yes, Master. Rule #22-A: My balls will produce semen 4x faster. I will be 4x hornier. Rule #22-B: I will not be able to cum without my Master’s permission, not even a wet dream. Rule #47-A: I will temporarily lose my gag reflex when I’m sucking dick. #47-B: When Master or a client taps my head thrice while sucking, I will stop. I will resume when my head was tapped thrice again. #47-C: I will suck softer when my left ear is pulled and harder when my right ear is pulled.”

Upon hearing those rules, I saw Bruce and Rich’s cock twitch and hardened a little further. Excellent! Bruce is similarly sized with his sons, at around 8 inches. In a lot of ways, they are just variations of the same person, each in a different phase in their lives, like a three-stage Pokemon evolution. Rich, on the other hand, is nearer to the average size, definitely shorter compared to the other four, at around 6.5 inches. He’s just perfect! I’ve been curious to be on the receiving end for a few days now, seeing how much my bois are losing their mind when I fuck them. The other slaves’ dicks just look big and scary, especially for a first time.

I sat on an armchair directly in front of the conjoined beds, almost looking like a king with the beds being the platform to entertain me.

Dexter: “Bruce, Rich, get into the bed facing each other.”

Both of them went up into the bed, kneeling facing each other. They don’t personally know each other, so they’re a bit embarrassed towards each other, especially since their cocks and bodies are erotically exposed.

Dexter: “Isn’t this beautiful? Man, behold thy son! Son, behold thy father! You were lost, and are found. You will yearn for each other like a long lost father and son, but in an erotic way. Go on! Show your new Master how much you love each other. Make love to each other!”

Rich and Bruce just stared at each other, lips parted, showing both arousal and longing. They’re probably thinking how gay this all sounds, trying to resist like the three last bois did. This resistance is poetic, in a way, like the anxious moments leading up to an anticipated climax. Oh, here it is! Rich is starting with some touching on Brucey’s oiled tattoos, before sliding towards his nipples, and leaving with a single pinch. Moan Bruce responded by reaching on Rich’s open torso and pinching both his nipples. Moan It’s adorable how they’re both blushing doing this. Rich is touching Bruce’s cheeks with the back of his hand, and Bruce is just letting him.

Rich: “Daddy, I’m gonna kiss you. Are you ok with that?”

Bruce: “Go on, son. Daddy’s fine with everything you do.”

Oh? This is an interesting turn of events. Seems like Rich is leading and dominating here, even though he’s a bit smaller and younger than Bruce. I guess he has always been dominant, except with me, since I’m his Master. Awww! Bruce’s hands are on the mattress, supporting himself, while he’s diagonally kneeling on the bed. Rich’s hand is underneath one of Bruce’s denim straps, playing with his nipple, while the other hand is playing on their cocks, which are embroiled in an intimate sword fight. I guess I’ve chosen the right attire: this scene looks like a young executive taking advantage of the older handyman. Ayayay! Even his kissing has become more aggressive, with biting lips and loud sucking. Bruce can only pant loudly while all of this is happening. Let’s raise this up a notch, shall we?

Dexter: “Brad, Chad, please get the cock rings, the lube, and the scissors. Insert the rings on the new bois. Cody, come here and serve me.” Snaps and points to dick

Brad, Chad, and Cody: “Yes, Master!”

They all crawled to meet their orders, like a bunch of trained dogs fetching their Master’s frisbee. Cody came to me kissing my feet, before dragging my shorts and underwear down with his teeth. I wore his cowboy hat as he sucked me. You won’t be hiding with this, cowboi! I took his rope leash, and even when I’m not pulling it, just holding it makes me feel powerful and in control. It’s undeniable from the camera who owns who. Justin focused on us for a little while, before returning to the action on the bed.

Mmm hmm… Rich and Bruce are deliciously undressing each other. Bruce’s overalls’s top half is dangling by his waist, while Bruce just threw Rich’s suit on the floor. Looks like somebody’s gonna be puh-nished for that! Bruce looks like a proper ‘daddy’ – showing a slight bulge in his stomach and a hefty body of muscle and fat amply covered in hair. I believe he’s what’s called a ‘bear’? Rich still looks expensive wearing a crimson tie, black pants, black socks, and a metallic Swiss watch. Daddy Brucey pulled Rich’s tie into another kiss. Damn thirsty daddy! 

Chad and Brad finally re-entered the scene, taking on my new bois' dicks in their hands and slowly inserted the rings. The still-hard cocks of my new bois are showing approval of the implied meaning of these rings: that I now own their manhood.

Dexter: “Bruce, Rich, get into the 69 position.”

— Rich’s PoV —

Oh fuck! A 69 play with daddy Bruce here. Do I want to be on the top or bottom? I was looking at his eyes and I think he’s thinking the same as me: we don’t know how to proceed from here. Well then, I’ll make the first move: I’ll top you daddy. I took both his nipples and twisted them hard, pushing him down into the bed in a deep submission. He can only respond with a silent open mouth, showing an expression of both shock and pain. He’s not fighting me back? I guess he’s okay with this. I turned around as I moved on top of him, settling in an all-fours position, presenting my crotch to him, as I faced his crotch in return. I started jacking him off, while tasting the old man’s salty sausage in front of me; the first of the dicks I’m going to suck. 

I’m trying to catch a glimpse of Master, hoping that I get to see his dick behind Cody’s head, curious to see what he looks like. Fuck! I’m so mindfucked right now, I’m thinking of another man’s dick while already sucking another one. I wish Master was happy though, watching me degrade myself for his entertainment.

Daddy was moaning while he sucked me, hands pressing on my butt as support as he went up and down on my cock, sometimes caressing and spanking me down there. You wanna play that game, daddy? I’m gonna make you moan more like a cheap two-bit crack whore. I haven’t sucked before, but I’m sure I would be gagging right now if it wasn’t for Master’s Rule #47. Is Master a god or what? I tried deep-throating daddy, but his size is putting me at a real disadvantage in this competition.

Dexter: “Brad, Chad, what took you so long? Go cut their pants in the asshole area.”

Chad and Brad: “Yes, Master!”

I continued calmly, yet loudly, devouring daddy’s meaty dick, feeling Chad tore a hole in my suit pants. Buh-bye expensive Armani pants. As soon as Brad opened daddy’s hole, I inserted two saliva-soaked fingers into his hole, ensuring I take the first mover advantage here. This will even our odds in this fight!

Bruce: “Aw fuck! Oh, yeah!”

There we go! Seems like I found his G-spot. I wiggled my finger hard, turning this muscle daddy into putty in my hands. Between me and daddy, I think we know who’s boss and bitch here.

Dexter: ”Oh wow, richboi! It seems like you are enjoying dominating that bigger daddy below you; but I’ve got other plans for your holes. Chad, Brad, lube their asses and your dicks, then fuck them.”

Brad and Chad: “Yes, Master!”

I can feel the cold sticky lube covering my ass. Chad is fingerfucking me down there while my eyes are directly in front of Brad’s dick as he lubes himself and daddy Bruce’s ass. Shit! I’m caught up in a Bauer men incest gay fuckfest! Just where do I exactly fit in this whole family picture?

Oh fuck, Chad! Careful there! This is my first time taking anything in my ass and your dick is way bigger than normal. I can hear Master giggling from our display, while Justin is as cold and clinical as his camera – just standing there recording us. 

Dexter: “So what do you think, Jus? This is beyond a simple 69… I’ll call it the 1691. Two towering bois ass-fucking two other bois 69-ing in the middle. It’s creative, don’t you think?”

Justin: “It’s fine. I think it’s a shame that our audience doesn't get to watch this. I would expect some 50% increase in traffic on our site after this video.”

Dexter: “Oh, Jus. Can’t you enjoy this without thinking about the site? You’re so INTJ.”

Justin: “Is it that Myers-Briggs nonsense again? You know it’s just pseudoscience, right?”

Dexter: “I know, but at least it’s more fun than you. Speaking of fun, how about this? Command: Ultimate Rite of Submission.”

Oh… My… Fucking… God! Just what is happening now!? I feel chills running through my spine and my whole body. Every inch of my skin is getting goosebumps, and my nipple is perking up more than it already is. I can see the same happening to Brad and daddy Bruce. All four of us are moaning like cheap whores, none less or more dominant than the other. We’re all equally servile and sexually desperate before our nerdy gay Master. I can’t stop or slow down sucking daddy, and I can’t stop moving my ass to the rhythm of Chad’s thrusts. Fuuuuck!

Rich and Bruce: “Mmm hmmm…”

Brad: “Oh, Master! Please let me cum, sir! Ughh!”

Chad: “Me too, Master!”

Dexter: “Oh, Brad, my dear desperate slaveboi. You think I’ll let you cum anytime soon after what you did?”

Brad: “Master, please! I didn’t know what to do there.”

Master tapped Cody’s head thrice, walked towards Brad, while Cody just crawled behind him. Then he whispered in Brad’s ear. Brad just opened his mouth, squeezed his eyes, threw his head back, and continued robotically plowing his dad. His saliva flows from his open mouth as he pants, growls, and grunts like a brute. His hands are frantically moving about his whole body: spreading grease all over his chests, twisting his own nipples and crying about it, flexing his muscles hard, running his hands all over his face and hair, and biting hard on his own arm. He seems completely unsure on how to deal with whatever it is he’s feeling. If I were to guess, he’s enduring some profound animalistic lust right now, one which will never be fulfilled anytime soon. Fuck! That’s so cruel and so hot. He looks like a slutty soldier being tortured by an enemy army into spilling military secrets – an insurmountable, erotic torture. And it’s all coming from a simple whisper from Master!

Brad: “Grrrr…. Awooooo! Ughh! Ughh! Fuuuuuuuck! Awooooo! Grrrrrr…..”

I’m surprised I can still observe Brad there when I’m in an only slightly better position. I can feel ice cubes moving around my exposed body, including my still covered legs and feet. This is so weird! I can still feel my body still warm and sweating hard, yet I feel chills all over it. I can feel the ice cubes settling on my nipples, my balls, and my neck. Shit!

Master is now sitting on the bed beside us, exploring our bodies while watching our degradation up close. Cody’s finally caught up with Master and resumed sucking his dick. Every single touch of his feels like ice sliding against my sensitive skin. Spank

Dexter: “How do you feel bois? Ice cubes for Rich and candle wax for Bruce. Giggles Let’s play a little game, shall we? Let’s see: it’s 7:25pm now. If any of you can resist cumming until midnight, you can both go home, as free as the bald eagle. You will forget all that happened here, and I swear that not a single second of Sausage Fest footage will ever feature you on my porn site. However, if both of you cum before then, you will both become my slaves for all eternity! I will become your new god and Master! I will be your absolute superior and authority. You new slavebois will be my Yin and Yang, father and son, young and old, coming from completely different backgrounds, with opposing temperaments; yet as your Master, I will bond you to each other. Giggles For whom I have joined together, let no man put asunder. You no longer have to carry your burdens alone. Cast your burdens upon your lord and I will sustain you. All your thoughts and actions will be of service to me. You have my permission to cum when you decided to give yourselves to me, wholeheartedly.” Giggles

— Bruce’s PoV —

Shit! I’m going to be turned into a sex slave daddy toy by a kid that I didn’t even know before yesterday; who’s less than half my age and body size. Both my boys are already Master’s slaves, so turning down his offer will definitely just alienate me from my boys. Fuck! And this sexual torture feels so good too, beyond even the hottest sex I had with my late wife. I’m probably just programmed by Master to enjoy this gay sex torture, but it’s no less real. Fuuuuck! Those invisible candle wax on my body just feels so good! Just what is waiting for me there in the real world anyway? A simple job as a car mechanic, an old home full of memories, booze and nightly football, and no one to share the simple pleasures with?

— Rich’s PoV -–

Oh fuck! Now I’m trapped in deep shit. I have to resist cumming for more than 4 hours!? I don’t think it’s humanly possible. I can’t rely on daddy Bruce to resist either. It seems like it’s just a clever ruse on Master’s part to say we consented to becoming his slaves. And by the time we become slaves, we probably cannot contend otherwise. Fuck! It seems I lost to Master in a game I didn’t even know I was already playing: a battle of control over my free will. Winners take all and losers only get crumbs, so I guess it’s only fitting I become Master’s slave – giving him my everything: my body, my mind, my seed, probably even my money. I’ll get completely drained of everything and turned into his sex toy. Fuck! That sounds so hot! The very least I can do is resist as much as possible and not be the first to cum before daddy Bruce.

Bruce: “Ngghhh! Uggh!”

In about 5 minutes of continuously fucking and being fucked, I finally felt daddy’s warm cum flood into my mouth. Oh, yes daddy! I won! I can’t believe I feel this happy feeling another man’s cum inside my mouth, but this is my new life now. Here I go Master!

Rich: “Mggnh! Grrr…”

I felt my cock harden and release inside daddy’s mouth. Oh yeah, daddy! Take all of it, you big doofus slut!

Dexter: “Nicely done, my slavebois! Master is so happy you finally decided to join my growing collection.”

Rich and Bruce: “Mmmm… Hmmm…”

Dexter: “It’s okay. You can stop sucking each other now. And Chad, you have my permission to cum.”

Chad: “Thank you so much, Master! Fuuuuuck!”

Dexter: “Brad, you can stop fucking. Kneel there.” Snap and point at the floor

Brad: “Grrr… Yezzz… Master…” Barking noises

Dexter: “Jus, can you give me the tape for tonight? Receives tape Open your mouth, boi. Here you go, slaveboi, as Master promised.” Puts tape on my mouth

Rich: “Thank you, Master.” Biting on the tape

Dexter: “And now, my slaveboi, I want you to give me back the tape.”

He’s rubbing my dick while other palm is opening right in front of my face, completely sure that I will hand the tape over to him. I guess he never really planned on giving it to me to begin with. I would be conflicted to give him that a few minutes ago, but I feel so light obeying Master now, even with something that can destroy my life. I dropped the tape into his palms, then he patted my head with half of his hand.

Dexter: “That’s my good submissive boi. Master is pleased with you.”

Rich: “Yes, Master.”

He can release that video, demolish my hard-earned reputation, and I know that within the same minute, I will still kneel and crawl to him if he so much as snap and point his finger to his dick – not a single ounce less devoted or obedient to him. 

Dexter: “Rich, you have no idea how much having you opens up the possibilities for me. You are like a well-placed knight in the middle of a chess field. You would like that, don’t you, my boi? Being Master’s obedient knight?”

Rich: “Yes, my king! Just say the word and I’d march to hell for you.”

Dexter: “Good boi. That’s my good boi!”

To be continued…