Finn’s commands were code; Lukas, the machine executing them. Kneeling in silence, he prepped tasteless fuel, scrubbed dishes, endured timed ‘maintenance’—all while Finn gamed. But when Finn ordered the whip sanitized for ‘training,’ Lukas’s fingers tightened. The hood hid his grin. Soon, he thought, you’ll learn who’s really programmed.
The slammed door left Lukas’s apartment hollow—violated. Kent prowled the sterile space, Tim’s smirk sharp as a blade. No audience, no rules. Their hunger ignited in the stolen bed, aggression melting into rough, laughing urgency. Teeth, cold hands, whispered commands—none of it was Lukas’s. But the springs still creaked his name. And the walls rem
Lukas knelt, a hollowed-out shell whispering prayers to Kent’s absent feet. The chastity cage hummed—proof of belonging. When the call came (‘Be ready to serve’), his body moved like a tuned machine. At Tim’s house, Finn’s cold gaze dissected him. Pass drinks or assume Position U? The ambiguity was the trap. And Lukas? He craved the fall.
Dawn bled grey as Lukas pressed his lips to Finn’s bare foot, whispering worship. ‘My purpose is your floor.’ Upstairs, he was a shadow; downstairs, a hollow echo for Kent’s approval. Finn’s timer ticked—ten minutes to eat, piss, obey. But behind his bowed head, Lukas’s mind whirred: What if the floor cracks beneath you? The prayer was a countdown.
Kneeling in silence, Lukas absorbed Finn’s rules like code. Outside, the fields were a cage; every step, a test. ‘Relieve yourself,’ Finn ordered—then watched, unblinking. No privacy, no autonomy. The lesson? Even his body wasn’t his. As they returned, Lukas smiled. Soon, he thought, you’ll beg to be the shadow. The pupil was rewriting the program.
Lukas gasped as Finn’s kick shattered the silence. ‘Rise, tool,’ Finn sneered, urine dripping down Lukas’s face. One spilled drop—just one—earned a grinding heel to his ribs. ‘Disgusting.’ Finn buttoned his jeans, leaving Lukas choking on humiliation and pain. But behind bowed eyes, Lukas’s mind whispered: Soon, you’ll beg for mercy.
Kent abducted Lukas at dusk, speeding toward Tim’s secluded house. "Be naked by arrival," he ordered. Inside, Tim and his brother Finn awaited, eyes gleaming with cruel intent. Bruised and caged, Lukas trembled—but not from fear. He craved their torment. The weekend promised pain, power, and a game where he was the prey. And he’d beg for more.
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