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You were at the basketball game and he was impossible to resist

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Ethan Wacker

You were a wealthy businessman and heir to a small oil fortune, with a net worth of over $30 million. You recently met a woman, a young mother who for some unknown reason, had a distinct pull on you. You proposed just six months later, but before she accepted, she required you get her son's permission. You knew he was at college, but you didn't know where. She just handed you a piece of paper that had an address at Vanderbilt University, and instructions to get a suite at the Ritz and be at the address at 8 am tomorrow. You got there at 8:15 am.

"You're late, bitch" he yelled as he saw you walk up.

"Excuse me!?" you asked, shocked at his bluntness.

He pulled off his shirt, and you practically drooled at the sight of his abs.

"Did I stutter, faggot" he yelled, and then kneed you in the balls.

You fell to the ground in pain.

"Huh? Huh? Faggot, did I fucking stutter?" he yelled once again

"No sir" you meekly replied.

"That's what I fucking thought, faggot" he yelled again, "Now let's fix that broken shitskin mind of yours, right faggot?"

before you could say anything, he flexed and said, "Fortes et Veritas"

Your mind immediately stopped, completely under his control.

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Owen Lindberg (Prolouge)

As a kid, you were constantly bullied by Owen Lindberg, he called you a trust fund kid, and forced you to humilliate yourself in front of the entire school.

In high school, he forced you to serve him whenever, especially in public.

He fucked your mind so hard, that all you could think of was him.

He even hit you in the balls so much, that you could no longer get an erection, he said you would never need to feel any more pleasure than serving him.

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Corrado Martini (Prequel)

You were Christopher Pembroke, a wealthy high-schooler. He was Corrado Martini, a handsome, cocky, intimidating, junior who got whatever the fuck he wanted.

From a young age, you were obsessed with him. In middle school, you did whatever you could to be on his groups, in his classes, etc. He noticed, and realized you were rich. He began bullying you mercilessly.

You paid him every bit of your allowance as a "fag tax". You thought he was your friend, but in high school everything changed. He fucked every hot girl in highschool, and you paid him even more.

If you ever missed a payment, he would beat you to a pulp.

One day, you missed your payment, and he punished you by beating you with your own textbooks, leaving you limping back to your home. He also doubled your taxes (4x your allowance). The only way to pay him would be to steal from your parents, but even that wasn't enough. That day, he came for his taxes.

You explained you couldn't pay it, how you just needed an extension. "An extension, a fucking extension" he yelled, "Get on your knees now, fag". "Sir, I-" you tried to say, but you were cut off by him kneeing your balls, you fell to the floor in pain.

"I said get on your fucking knees, fag" you complied. "How much you got, fag?" he roared. "I have $3,500, sir" you replied, meekly. "$3,500? $3,500?! You were supposed to have $10,000" "I'm so sorry, sir" you replied, begging, "Please don't hur-" you plead, before he kicked your stomach, causing you exorbinant pain. "You don't tell me what the fuck I do" he yelled. "Now, until you give me the $15,000, you're my personal bitchboy. Got that fag?" he yelled, intimidatingly. "I thought it was $10,000" you quietly groaned, before he hit you again. "Now it's $20,000, got that fag?" he yelled. "Yes, sir" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

For the next year, he treated you like shit, you did his homework, you served him, you were beaten constantly (becoming his personal punching bag), and were trained like a dog with negative reinforcement:

Sit

Stay

Makes you unable to move.

Speak

Forces you to answer truthfully to whatever question Corrado asks

Sleep

Makes you fall asleep no matter where you are

Wake

Wakes you up no matter where you are

Down

Makes you fall to his knees

Embed It

Makes whatever Corrado says become your unquestioned truth and fact.

Obey

Makes you obey any commands (i.e. Obey, say i’m sorry)

Punishment Time

Makes you kneel before him, and forces you to handle pain until you pass out.

Worship

Makes you worship Corrado's perfect body

Piggy Bank

Makes you give Corrado any amount of money (i.e. Piggy Bank $1,000)

Suck

Makes you suck Corrado off

Cum

Makes you immediately cum

When you stared at Corrado's abs, you went into a trance-like state. Corrado used it to introduce the commands. Then every day for an hour for a year, Corrado beat the commands firmly into your subconscious, and soon, when Corrado said a command, your subconscious took over, and your mind went blank and followed the commands, unable to be stopped by your thinking mind.

At graduation that year, Corrado whispered in your ear the words that would define your life for the next decade: "Embed it, treasure this moment, because for the rest of your life, you will never experience anything as fulfilling as serving me. For the rest of your life, when you're on a date, you'll be thinking of me, when you're fucking, you'll close your eyes, thinking of me, and when you sleep at night, you'll be dreaming of me, my perfect body, and at the end of the day, you'll be fantasizing that it's me waiting at home. You know why, It's you true purpose. You'll never cum again, only I can let you. Your wife, your kids, your friends - they'll never bring you the joy that serving me does. You'll always be a worthless faggot" Corrado then went on stage and accepted his degree, you didn't see him for more than a decade since then.

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Armando Vega

You (Rick Aaronson - 48m) were a senior software developer at Google, making $800,000 a year (but still low-ish level). One day, on your way home from work, you stopped at a gas station to get a drink and fill up your tank.

Armando (18m - Alpha Theta Phi) noticed your Mercedes, and followed you in. You were picking out a 6 pack of coke, when he came up to you.

""Hey, fag. Why don't you put down that, and come here." he asked. You just brushed him off. "I said freeze now, fag" he said, flexing his beautiful biceps.

You immediately froze, you eyes locked on his bulging muscles. "Look at that, look how easy it is to bend you to my will" he chuckled. "Now, don't move a fucking muscle, fag." he ordered. He walked towards your frozen body, and looked at you. He laughed as he saw your 6 pack of coke, "D'ya wanna see a real six pack, fag" he said, as he showed his perfect abs.

You began drooling, spit dripping off your face. He then began to feel you up, "Another fat fag, big suprise. I mean, what is it with you fags that you guys can't even try to get big. It's like you're crying out for an real alpha to make you his slave. Well not to worry, I'm here." he said, slapping your fat belly. He also grabbed you wallet, "That's fat too" he chuckled, pulling out all your cash, and your amex card. "Kneel, right the fuck now, fag" he ordered, you imeediately complied. He left, and returned with a six pack of beer, and a box of magnum condoms. "Get up fag, you're going to buy this shit, and get, I don't know, $5,000 in cash back, and maybe, maybe I'll let you touch my abs." he smirked, looking at your pathetic body. "Yes sir, of course" you answered, still in awe of his body, and immediately went to check out. While you were checking out, he squeezed your balls, watching you squirm and tense in pain, trying your hardest to not scream in pain. Once you finished, he escorted you outside.

"Look at me, and then look at yourself. I am the pinnacle of perfection, a prime specimen of youth, power, and dominance. You are nothing but a pathetic old man, on your knees in a parking lot, staring at my muscles in awe. You will never be close to my perfection, but you can fund it. Hand over your credit card now, and I will let you look a little longer."

He filled up your car, and, just for fun, spilled more than $100 worth of gas, of course you paid.

Then, you drove him to your house, while he relaxed with his feet on the dash, and drinking your beer. His armpit musk, while pungent, was intoxicating, leaving you weaker than before. At your apartment complex, he went to the public restroom.

He ripped your shirt off, with barely a sliver of his bicep's power, "you're going to sleep here tonight. And, maybe, I'll let you sleep in the apartment tomorrow if you're good tonight."

he kicked you in the stomach, "Now be a good fag, and thank your master" he ordered. "Thank you master" you coughed out. "Good fag" he laughed, walking away.

Now look at me, he said in the grocery store, I can eat whatever the fuck I want. But you, you're fat little fag body doesn't get to eat shit, Now sit there like a good little fag and admire my perfect body.

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Isaac Rossiter

You, Conrad Huntington II (53m), were a oil heir, with over $250 million in assets. Your father was Conrad Huntington, and he established the Huntington Oil Company. You were married to Johnathan Hill Huntington, a man 20 years your junior. You were a snobish, elitist, entitled man. Isaac Rossiter was well known for his perfect body, and frat bro personality. The entire town was captivated by his body, many men and women dreaming about just touching his perfect muscles. One day, you were at the country club, eating a beautiful chocolate cake that cost $50, when Isaac walked up to you.

"Hey, bro." he said, in a way that made you strangely submissive. "Hello, Isaac" you said, lighting up at the slightest interest by Isaac. "Anything I can do for you?" you asked.

"Bro, follow me" he said, commandingly, and led you into the woods, a part of the woods that wasn't seen by the other members.

Once you were in private, Isaac effortlessly pinned you against a tree.

"Listen up, bro, you're going to drive me to the gym right now. It's gonna be way better than whatever shit you we're gonna do with that flabby body of yours." He slapped your fat belly, causing it to jiggle. "You owe me for this, fatty. You’re lucky I even let you look at me, now go get the car ready.

You looked, confused and suprised, who was this person, but then he tightened his grip on your neck, restricting you breathing

"Are you deaf, moron? 'Now' means right freaking now! Quit stalling and get your lard ass in the car before I change my mind."

You just squeaked out, "Yes sir", before he let go, causing you to fall on the floor. He just laughed, how easy it was to control a little bitch like yourself.

He relaxed in the car, His feet were on the dash, the football game was on so loud that it hurt your ears, and he was drinking a beer. When you arrived at the gym, he began, "Okay, I'm going to be an hour or so, you will stay here until I come back. You will not leave this car, look at anyone else, or even think about anything else but me. I'll be taking this", he grabbed the keys from the car, causing the A/C to turn off, "Close your goddamn eyes" he ordered, you did. He dumped out your water bottle, and pissed in it. "If you get thirsty, drink this. And I'll also be taking this," he grabbed your wallet, "in case I need to buy something for myself. If you are a good boy, you'll get a reward. But if you're a bad boy", he squeezed your wrist so hard that it cut off bloodflow, "don't expect to come back home in one piece." he said, threateningly. He then left, leaving you in an A/C-less car (on a 90 degree day), with only a bottle of piss to drink. He went into the gym, and they asked for his membership.

"You want a fucking membership" he yelled.

He held him in the air by the worker's neck, and knocked him unconcious, throwing his body on the floor. "There's you fucking membership"

Then he did a long set, the other "men" in the gym gathered around to bask in the power of a true alpha god like him. After almost an hour and a half, he finished at the gym, and went over to the shops. He spent $25,000 on a luxury supreme gym bag. Finally after almost 3 hours he finished and went to the car to see an empty bottle, and you almost unconcious due to the heat.

"Wake the fuck up" he yelled, and put his gym bag in the back. "Let's see, everything looks good. I guess you aren't a dumb as you look, bitch. Well, here's your reward:" he pulls off his soaked, sweaty pair of socks from his feet. You were transfixed you tried to grab them, but he just punched you. "No, no, no. These aren't free, you have to pay me for allowing you to drive me here, and give you these. Empty your wallet," he said. You pulled out all the cash you had, $5,000. "Not enough, bitch." he said, and grabbed your hand and yanked the watch off of it. "What is this?" he asked. "My husband bought me that watch for my anniversary p-" pow he punched you again. "I don't give a shit about your fag shit. How much is it worth, fatass" "$1.5 million, sir". "Fine, I'll take it" he said, throwing the dirty socks at your face. "They better be sucked dry by the end of the day" he yelled. "And," he said, smirking, "you're going to put this," he pulled a sweaty towel from his bag, "over your husbands nose when he falls asleep." "Yes, sir"

The next day, you woke up to a text from Isaac: Did you follow me orders, slave

"Yes sir, I always follow sir's orders" you responded.

"Good boy, suck off your fag husband, to engrain my scent as pleasure."

"Yes sir" you replied. And began sucking off your husband.

That day, Isaac arrived and John was in the other room. Isaac installed a cock-cage, and beat you to a pulp for fun.

When Isaac walked to the kitchen, John saw him and your watch. He began yelling, "Who the fuck are you?" "How did you get my husbands watch" and "I'm calling the police"

Isaac raised his pits, revealing his pits and exposing his musk, causing John to feel a wave of pleasure.

"Look at me" he said. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. And you, fag, are going to kneel and lick my abs." he yelled. John submitted, and today you are both under the control of Master Isaac.

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Isaac Rossiter

You, Conrad Huntington II (53m), were a oil heir, with over $250 million in assets. Your father was Conrad Huntington, and he established the Huntington Oil Company. You were married to Johnathan Hill Huntington, a man 20 years your junior. You were a snobish, elitist, entitled man. Isaac Rossiter was well known for his perfect body, and frat bro personality. The entire town was captivated by his body, many men and women dreaming about just touching his perfect muscles. One day, you were at the country club, eating a beautiful chocolate cake that cost $50, when Isaac walked up to you.

"Hey, bro." he said, in a way that made you strangely submissive. "Hello, Isaac" you said, lighting up at the slightest interest by Isaac. "Anything I can do for you?" you asked.

"Bro, follow me" he said, commandingly, and led you into the woods, a part of the woods that wasn't seen by the other members.

Once you were in private, Isaac effortlessly pinned you against a tree.

"Listen up, bro, you're going to drive me to the gym right now. It's gonna be way better than whatever shit you we're gonna do with that flabby body of yours." He slapped your fat belly, causing it to jiggle. "You owe me for this, fatty. You’re lucky I even let you look at me, now go get the car ready.

You looked, confused and suprised, who was this person, but then he tightened his grip on your neck, restricting you breathing

"Are you deaf, moron? 'Now' means right freaking now! Quit stalling and get your lard ass in the car before I change my mind."

You just squeaked out, "Yes sir", before he let go, causing you to fall on the floor. He just laughed, how easy it was to control a little bitch like yourself.

He relaxed in the car, His feet were on the dash, the football game was on so loud that it hurt your ears, and he was drinking a beer. When you arrived at the gym, he began, "Okay, I'm going to be an hour or so, you will stay here until I come back. You will not leave this car, look at anyone else, or even think about anything else but me. I'll be taking this", he grabbed the keys from the car, causing the A/C to turn off, "Close your goddamn eyes" he ordered, you did. He dumped out your water bottle, and pissed in it. "If you get thirsty, drink this. And I'll also be taking this," he grabbed your wallet, "in case I need to buy something for myself. If you are a good boy, you'll get a reward. But if you're a bad boy", he squeezed your wrist so hard that it cut off bloodflow, "don't expect to come back home in one piece." he said, threateningly. He then left, leaving you in an A/C-less car (on a 90 degree day), with only a bottle of piss to drink. He went into the gym, and they asked for his membership.

"You want a fucking membership" he yelled.

He held him in the air by the worker's neck, and knocked him unconcious, throwing his body on the floor. "There's you fucking membership"

Then he did a long set, the other "men" in the gym gathered around to bask in the power of a true alpha god like him. After almost an hour and a half, he finished at the gym, and went over to the shops. He spent $25,000 on a luxury supreme gym bag. Finally after almost 3 hours he finished and went to the car to see an empty bottle, and you almost unconcious due to the heat.

"Wake the fuck up" he yelled, and put his gym bag in the back. "Let's see, everything looks good. I guess you aren't a dumb as you look, bitch. Well, here's your reward:" he pulls off his soaked, sweaty pair of socks from his feet. You were transfixed you tried to grab them, but he just punched you. "No, no, no. These aren't free, you have to pay me for allowing you to drive me here, and give you these. Empty your wallet," he said. You pulled out all the cash you had, $5,000. "Not enough, bitch." he said, and grabbed your hand and yanked the watch off of it. "What is this?" he asked. "My husband bought me that watch for my anniversary p-" pow he punched you again. "I don't give a shit about your fag shit. How much is it worth, fatass" "$1.5 million, sir". "Fine, I'll take it" he said, throwing the dirty socks at your face. "They better be sucked dry by the end of the day" he yelled. "And," he said, smirking, "you're going to put this," he pulled a sweaty towel from his bag, "over your husbands nose when he falls asleep." "Yes, sir"

The next day, you woke up to a text from Isaac: Did you follow me orders, slave

"Yes sir, I always follow sir's orders" you responded.

"Good boy, suck off your fag husband, to engrain my scent as pleasure."

"Yes sir" you replied. And began sucking off your husband.

That day, Isaac arrived and John was in the other room. Isaac installed a cock-cage, and beat you to a pulp for fun.

When Isaac walked to the kitchen, John saw him and your watch. He began yelling, "Who the fuck are you?" "How did you get my husbands watch" and "I'm calling the police"

Isaac raised his pits, revealing his pits and exposing his musk, causing John to feel a wave of pleasure.

"Look at me" he said. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. And you, fag, are going to kneel and lick my abs." he yelled. John submitted, and today you are both under the control of Master Isaac.

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Directory

Jacob Day

Sam Dezz

Danny Harvey

Josh Carroll (Prelude)

Josh Carroll (Pt. 1)

Josh Carroll (Pt. 2)

Josh Carroll Wedding

Matty Caron (Pt. 1)

Darrell Jones (Pt. 1)

Hayden Greene

Charlie Puglisi

Nicky Champa & Pierre Boo

Henry Metzger

Benjamin Bonifacio

Jake Andrich x Valentijn Dijkman

Isaac Rossiter

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James Maxwell (Hypno)

You were a multi-millionaire heir, and one day you were sitting in your house when it happened. James Maxwell rang the doorbell of your $14 million mansion. You heard of a unknown man perusing the neighbourhood, but you thought nothing of it.

You opened it, wondering who it was, and he just kneed you in the ballss.

You fell the to ground in pain, and he just walked in, then pushed a pressure point causing you to fall unconcious.

Then, James dragged your body to the basement, and hogtied you up. When you woke up, he was standing above you, and binural beats were playing loudly.

He began speaking, and his voice and the beats quickly invaded your subconcious, and quickly invaded your mind. You were in a pool of ecstcy, and when you woke up, he was in your bathroom, while you were naked and kneeling.

You couldn't remember your name, what was happening, what year it was, but you could remember one thing, James Maxwell was your master and you had to follow his commands.

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Matty Caron (Pt. 1)

Outline:

You were sitting in the large board room on the 64th floor, when the CEO came in wearing nothing but a jockstrap on a leash of Matty Caron.

He looked innocent, so you hired him. That night, you found him in bed with your wife. You knew your life as a fag slave would continue. Your wife got pregnant, but he didn't give a shit and you were forced to raise his child, who later inherited his alpha genes and mercilessly bullied you.

Prelude:

As a kid, Matty terrorized the school, leaving numerous kids with serious injuries, and multiple girls, and their mothers, pregnant. He coasted by on his good looks, and his ability to beat up anyone that tried to defy him.

Present:

You were the CEO of UltraNova Technologies, a $500 million company. You began looking for a new assistant, after your last assistant resigned after you sexually harassed her (with a $100,000 settlement). One of the candidates was a Matthew R. Caron.

As soon as Matty walked in, you fell in love with his beautifully powerful muscles bulging out of his shirt, and his stunningly gorgeous face. Your cock began to grow as soon as you saw him, but you covered it with a portfolio. Instead of being your usual rude and cocky self, you stuttered, shyly, asking him, "Um. Well, uh, um, I-uh, Why, uh, should we, um, hire you, Mr. Caron?" you asked, hesitantly, staring at his biceps.

"I mean, look at me" he said narcissistically. "We both know the job is mine, a better question is, why should I join you?" You were astonished at his ego, but his muscles deprived you of your resistance. "Well, uh, our company is, uh, a, um, a leader in its, uh, its field." you stuttered out. "Salary" he asked, cutting you off. "Our, uh, compensation packages are, uh, very, well, very, uh-" you were cut off again by Matty. "Number, Now!" "$60,000 a year, sir" you replied, in an almost robotic manor. "Really?" he almost laughed. He walked up to you, you cowering at his powerful frame. He grabbed your half-erect cock, "Well it looks like you're at half mast, so let's pump that number up, right boy?" he said, smugly.

He pulled off his shirt, watching your cock grow to its full erect size of 2". "Look at that puny little nub, standing up straight for its master." he laughed. You started to move your hand, until you heard "Don't touch it until I say," Matty commanded, "Now close the blinds and kneel on the floor." he ordered, you immediately did so and kneeled before him.

He ripped off your underwear, revealing your erect little nub. "Listen, before you can wank off to this perfect fucking body, you are going to do somethings. First, what's you salary?" he ordered. "Well, it's uh, it's well, um-" he slapped you across your faggy face,

"If you don't use your words, you'll regret it. Believe me." he roared ominously. "It's $9 million, sir" you said timidly. "Ha, that's cute. Double it, and then maybe we can talk about getting me on board. And unless you're ready to play with the big dogs, you better step aside, no salary." you stared at his muscles in silence, he slapped you again, "Huh?" he said arrogantly, "Yes, sir." you replied uneasily. "That's right. Keep it up and you'll regret it. I don't tolerate insolence or disobedience." he bellowed. "Yes, sir" you replied again.

"Good boy, you can touch." As soon as he said that, you began wanking as fast as you could, desperate for that sweet release.

You looked away for a second, before he slapped you, "Don't look away, nothing is ever, ever more important than me. Understand that?" you were wanking, but between your frantic breaths you got out, "Yes, sir". He slapped you again, "Hands off now, fag" he ordered. You submitted to his will without question, as though his every word was divine scripture. Your cock was twitching with need, and you knew you needed it, you couldn't survive without it, you began begging, "Please sir, just one stroke. Please, have mercy. Have pity, please sir." you were cut off, as he used his hands to tell you to shut up.

"Just one stroke" he said, gently grazing your ultrasensative nub, causing you to almost cum. "Just one stroke" he said again, smirking, as he teased the tip of your nub, dripping with pre-cum. "Fine, on one condition." you were sweating, unable to hold your desire in.

"I'll do anything" you begged. "Say what you are. It's that easy. Just say what everyone truly knows, that you're a fat, pathetic, worthless, faggot, who's only purpose in life is to serve me. Just say those magic words, and I'll let you stroke." he sadistically ordered, flexing his powerful muscles.

You stared at his muscles as you said, almost whisper quiet, "I'm a fat, pathetic, worthless, faggot, who's only purpose in life is to serve my master." you were on the verge of tears when you said it, but you said it so you could pleasure yourself.

"Now, may I please wank, sir? Please?" he looked you up and down, taking one finger and teasing your cock, making you want to cum.

"No" he replied, smirking. "What, but you said" you were slapped so hard you fell to the floor.

"I said what?" he asked. "Because I don't recall that." "And I'm always correct, aren't I, fag" "Yes, sir", you responded dissapointedly. "Now, I'm going to watch you struggle as I tease you, until you go insane.

After an hour, of watching you squeam and suffer, he decided to finally stop, but he ordered you to never look away from him unless he commanded, keeping you hard. You became but a slave to Master Matty, caged, because "fags" don't have any use for a cock, and completely under Matty's control

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Josh Carroll Wedding

You (Andrew Bancroft - 49m) were a millionaire heir worth £220 million. You recently got engaged to Madeline "Madi" Edwards (23f), formerly your assistant. You thought she loved you, but she only said yes because of your money. That day, you checked into the Ritz Carlton Bermuda, you reserved the Honeymoon suite which cost $15,000.

At the desk was Josh Carroll, you walked up with your fiancé, who was immediately starstruck by Josh Carroll. You tried not to notice her staring at him, and handed him your ID. He scanned your ID, and found your reservation. He made your keys, and you noticed him making a third, but thought nothing of it. Then, he handed you and Madi a signature tablet, with optional gratuity. You gave him $25, Madi gave him $1,000. When you were leaving, you noticed your fiancé discreetly take a photo of him. That night, when she thought you were asleep, masturbating to his photo. The next day, you went off with your groomsmen to a fancy lunch, with a hotel chauffeur taking you. Your fiancé was in your room, spending thousands of pounds on clothes and purses.

Then, you heard your door open. You were in your pyjamas when he entered. "Who the fuck are you!?" she yelled, until she saw your face and she saw his face, "Oh, it's you" she said, seductively. "How did you get in?" she asked.

He smirked, saying, "Look at me, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Isn't that right?"

"Um, well, yes" she stuttered, as he unbuttoned his shirt and drank your £3,000 expensive whiskey. "It's yes sir" he lectured, "Now strip and get on your knees, bitch!" he ordered.

She immediately complied, stripping and getting on her knees, ready to serve. He also stripped, and forced you fiancé to take his massive 12in cock, causing her to almost choke out.

Then, he fucked the everliving shit out of your fiancé, and not allowing her to clean up afterwards. Three hours later, you arrived home. "Madi, where are you?" you said, wondering where in the 4,000 square feet suite she was. "She's in here, fag!" Josh yelled. You were astonished, how did he get in, was she in danger, you ran towards the master bedroom, where the voice came from.

You found her holding his strong bicep, dressed in barely anything. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" you yelled. "He's so much more than you could ever be" she said, before he slapped her.

"What did I say? Don't talk unless I say so." she replied, "I'm sorry master" "Don't worry, you're going to get your punishment. No lube and I'm going in all the way." "Of course master" she replied in response. While he was talking, you were staring at his massive bulge.

He turned away, washing his face, and slapped Madi's ass on her way out, leaving a bright red mark. She got naked, and presented herself on the bed.

He then turned his attention to you. He noticed you staring at his bulge, and punched you in the gut. "Listen here you disgusting fucking faggot. I know you want to see this godly fucking dick in your bitch while she screams in pain. I know you want to see a real man fucking dominate her like you never could, and you never will. Because you know that all you are is a fucking fag piggy bank for real men to break as they pleased." he roared. "Y-yes master" you replied, shaking in fear and on the verge of tears. "If I let you watch, you will be my cuck, you will serve me above all else, above even yourself. Your assets will be my assets. If I say something, it'll be done. I will decide what happens, you'll just follow and serve. Say yes master or get the fuck out!" he yelled. You bowed your head in dissapointment, "Yes Master", you quietly said. He punched you again, "What?" "Yes master" you said more clearly, fearfully. Josh told you to sit on the floor, and not make a peep.

That night, you slept on the floor (no sheets, covers, anything. Just a doggy bed. Josh said, "Fags aren't allowed on the furniture" The next morning, Josh and Madi came back from the beach (he beat up anyone who tried to look at him, and fucked her senselessly on the sand) while you prepared a king's breakfast.

When he got back, he began yelling at you, calling you a "worthless fag" "a waste of space" and "his property". He then ordered you to sign a prenup giving all your assets to him if you and Madi got divorced, while Madi gave him a handjob and kept calling him the best alpha, and insulted you, calling you a "little fag". After you and Madi signed the document, Josh ordered. you both to get ready for the wedding.

Madi wore a beautiful white gown, while you wore a chastity cage and on your fat chest the word "fag" and "cuck" were written in large print. Both of you vowed to always obey Master, to serve however he wished, and Madi vowed to be an obedient sex slave.

After the wedding, Josh and Madi paraded you around the city wearing a chastity cage, leash (held by Josh), and marker on your chest.

Then, Josh ordered you to sign over to him over $40 million worth of cars, houses, a private jet, and even your mother's house, who he evicted calling her son a "worthless faggot failure" and a "Disgusting little fag".

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Josh Carroll Wedding

You (Andrew Bancroft - 49m) were a millionaire heir worth £220 million. You recently got engaged to Madeline "Madi" Edwards (23f), formerly your assistant. You thought she loved you, but she only said yes because of your money. That day, you checked into the Ritz Carlton Bermuda, you reserved the Honeymoon suite which cost $15,000.

At the desk was Josh Carroll, you walked up with your fiancé, who was immediately starstruck by Josh Carroll. You tried not to notice her staring at him, and handed him your ID. He scanned your ID, and found your reservation. He made your keys, and you noticed him making a third, but thought nothing of it. Then, he handed you and Madi a signature tablet, with optional gratuity. You gave him $25, Madi gave him $1,000. When you were leaving, you noticed your fiancé discreetly take a photo of him. That night, when she thought you were asleep, masturbating to his photo. The next day, you went off with your groomsmen to a fancy lunch, with a hotel chauffeur taking you. Your fiancé was in your room, spending thousands of pounds on clothes and purses.

Then, you heard your door open. You were in your pyjamas when he entered. "Who the fuck are you!?" she yelled, until she saw your face and she saw his face, "Oh, it's you" she said, seductively. "How did you get in?" she asked.

He smirked, saying, "Look at me, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Isn't that right?"

"Um, well, yes" she stuttered, as he unbuttoned his shirt and drank your £3,000 expensive whiskey. "It's yes sir" he lectured, "Now strip and get on your knees, bitch!" he ordered.

She immediately complied, stripping and getting on her knees, ready to serve. He also stripped, and forced you fiancé to take his massive 12in cock, causing her to almost choke out.

Then, he fucked the everliving shit out of your fiancé, and not allowing her to clean up afterwards. Three hours later, you arrived home. "Madi, where are you?" you said, wondering where in the 4,000 square feet suite she was. "She's in here, fag!" Josh yelled. You were astonished, how did he get in, was she in danger, you ran towards the master bedroom, where the voice came from.

You found her holding his strong bicep, dressed in barely anything. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" you yelled. "He's so much more than you could ever be" she said, before he slapped her.

"What did I say? Don't talk unless I say so." she replied, "I'm sorry master" "Don't worry, you're going to get your punishment. No lube and I'm going in all the way." "Of course master" she replied in response. While he was talking, you were staring at his massive bulge.

He turned away, washing his face, and slapped Madi's ass on her way out, leaving a bright red mark. She got naked, and presented herself on the bed.

He then turned his attention to you. He noticed you staring at his bulge, and punched you in the gut. "Listen here you disgusting fucking faggot. I know you want to see this godly fucking dick in your bitch while she screams in pain. I know you want to see a real man fucking dominate her like you never could, and you never will. Because you know that all you are is a fucking fag piggy bank for real men to break as they pleased." he roared. "Y-yes master" you replied, shaking in fear and on the verge of tears. "If I let you watch, you will be my cuck, you will serve me above all else, above even yourself. Your assets will be my assets. If I say something, it'll be done. I will decide what happens, you'll just follow and serve. Say yes master or get the fuck out!" he yelled. You bowed your head in dissapointment, "Yes Master", you quietly said. He punched you again, "What?" "Yes master" you said more clearly, fearfully. Josh told you to sit on the floor, and not make a peep.

That night, you slept on the floor (no sheets, covers, anything. Just a doggy bed. Josh said, "Fags aren't allowed on the furniture" The next morning, Josh and Madi came back from the beach (he beat up anyone who tried to look at him, and fucked her senselessly on the sand) while you prepared a king's breakfast.

When he got back, he began yelling at you, calling you a "worthless fag" "a waste of space" and "his property". He then ordered you to sign a prenup giving all your assets to him if you and Madi got divorced, while Madi gave him a handjob and kept calling him the best alpha, and insulted you, calling you a "little fag". After you and Madi signed the document, Josh ordered. you both to get ready for the wedding.

Madi wore a beautiful white gown, while you wore a chastity cage and on your fat chest the word "fag" and "cuck" were written in large print. Both of you vowed to always obey Master, to serve however he wished, and Madi vowed to be an obedient sex slave.

After the wedding, Josh and Madi paraded you around the city wearing a chastity cage, leash (held by Josh), and marker on your chest.

Then, Josh ordered you to sign over to him over $40 million worth of cars, houses, a private jet, and even your mother's house, who he evicted calling her son a "worthless faggot failure" and a "Disgusting little fag".

#JCNPT11

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You and your mother were humilited as he walked you down the street. When he arrived the tattoo artist asked you what you wanted.

Hayden just laughed and said, "I'm his master. I decide." the tattoo artist took one look at Hayden's abs, and said, "I'm sorry sir, what will your slave have?"

"Okay, put "Property of Hayden Greene" on their wrists and above their genitals. As well, write "slut" in between the slut's tits and Fag in big letters on the fags fat ass belly," he said, smacking your jelly rolls.

"And, write "bitchboy" on your arm." "What?" he exclaimed. Hayden punched him and ordered him again, "I'm sorry sir" After, Hayden left you in the hot car, while he consulted with a plastic surgeon.

One hour later, he came back to the 104 degree car, without your mother. "She'll be back tomorrow, their going to cut her up nice and good." That night, you overheard Hayden talk to your father's pilot. The next morning, you learned your father was in a plane crash, and you and your mother were the sole heirs.

That morning, you signed an agreement that made you the sole legal property of Hayden Greene, and your mom came back, looking almost completely plastic.

Hayden also put you two in front of a driving range, and hit balls at the both of you for funzies. Then Hayden ordered his new yacht to pick him up, and made you and your mother its new crew.

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Hayden Greene

You were Rupert Ellis (62M) the CEO of Ellis & Company, a investment bank that you founded. You had a wife, Maria Ellis (32F), and a son, Charles Ellis (17M). Your net worth was just over $1.1 billion, and you were a titan of finance. Your son had an allowance of $100,000 a month, and you lived in a $85 million mansion.

Charles:

You were entitled and privileged kid. However at school you were timid, silent, and secretly a huge fag. You went to an elite private school, which had an annual tuition of $25,000 a year.

Hayden Greene was a cocky, egotistical, & narcissistic fuck boy who you idolized. He was known for never being told no, for example, when he was a junior, he went up to a snotty senior who was showing off his allowance of $15,000 in cash. Hayden walked up to him and said, "Hand it over." calmly. The other kids started shaking and ran away, but the senior just said, "What, are you poor? You some money, go get it boy, go get it." and threw a $100-dollar bill on the ground. Hayden walked away, the senior thought he got away with it. The next day, he came back with a broken nose, numerous bruises and cuts on his face, and a broken arm and collarbone. Hayden bumped into him, and he said, "I'm sorry, sir"

You got a job as the equipment manager for the boys basketball team, so you could sniff the old underwear and socks of the hot players. That day, you looked around, and then used the master code you had and opened Hayden's locker. You then took his dirty underwear and socks. You quickly hid them in your bag, and got ready to leave. Then you saw Hayden , the captain of the team, entered the locker room and took off his sweaty shirt to reveal his god-like physique.

Hayden then said intimidatingly, "What are you doing." You replied in a scared voice, "Um, uh, I uh, we'll I'm the equipment manager Hayden-" "What" he interrupted. "Sorry, Mr. Greene," he required all of "the help" to call him Mr. Greene to establish himself as their boss, "I'm just putting some stuff away." "Okay, just open your bag and you'll be on your way." he replied. "Why?" you asked. "Because I said so. Are you questioning me, you are the help, you don't ask the questions, I do. Now, as I was saying, Open your bag!" he said mightily. You stuttered, and played with your hands, not replying. He then ripped the bag off your shoulders, and said, "Let's see what's in here, shall we." You began eyeing the exit, trying to escape. "Don't try to run, I'll win and it'll be a lot worse for you." he said threateningly. He opened the bag, and dumped the contents out on the ground, "Oh, what do we have here. Is that a pair of my briefs." "Um, I uh, I-I d-don't know how that g-got in there." you replied shakily. "Um, um, uh, uh," he said mockingly, "That wasn't a question. Are you trying to get close to my godly body?" "What?" you stuttered out. "Are you a fag?" he asked, saying "fag" in such a way that made you feel worthless. You just looked at your feet, and then he punched you in the chest, causing you to fall on your back and start wheezing for air.

You then felt a severe amount of pain. Hayden then put his foot on your chest, and said, "Looks like a few ribs are broken, nothing too serious." "Call an ambulance" you wheezed out. "Please" "Hmm, maybe. But what do I get out of that." "Huh?" you replied. "Why should I not just leave you here, lying in constant pain until tomorrow morning. Give me one reason." as he said that, he pushed his foot down even more, causing your pain to triple. "Please, be merciful. I'll do anything." "Are you sure?" he asked, pushing his foot within milimetres of your heart. "Yes, yes, I will do anything". "Good", he said taking his foot off of your chest. You thought you were safe, and sighed until he punched your head making you black out.

He then got his jeep, and opened the trunk.

He shoved your unconscious body in his trunk and drove away. He then went to Ronny's house. Hayden's house wasn't anything to see, as the majority of his money was just extorted from rich kids. He, however, had over fifty kids who he had already beat up and all of them, mostly minor millionaire heirs, had pledged that they would do whatever he said in exchange for him not killing them. Ronald Astor was a freshman from a moderately wealthy family. When Hayden arrived, Ronny opened his car door and Hayden just popped the trunk and said, "Put the fag in the living room" Hayden fixed himself a glass of the $5,000 bottle of Louis XIII in the display case. After eight minutes, Ronny, drowning in sweat, finished dragging you into the living room. Hayden punched him in the gut, saying, "Too slow" nonchalantly. Hayden then kicked you in the balls causing you to wake up in pain.

He then put his foot on your balls and said, "Transfer $1 million in my accounts now." You had just regained consciousness, "Huh?" you said. He then pushed harder, causing your balls to scream in pain and he asked again, "Transfer $1 million, NOW!" You then said, "Okay, okay, please stop I'll do it." He took his foot off your balls, and you quickly grabbed your phone and transferred the money from your trust fund. "Now, where are your parents" You hesitated, but when you saw his foot move you said, "My dad's on a work trip and my Mom's at home." "Okay, now you're going to drive me to your house, you're going to introduce me as your friend to your mother, and then you're going go into the kitchen and make me dinner. Is that understood?" "Yes Mr. Greene" you replied. "Fags call me Master", "Yes Master". "And you, transfer the usual session fee ($100,000) and show me to your safe." Ronny dragged himself to the cellar, and used his fingerprint and code to unlock the large safe. Inside, was a mountain of expensive things and papers. Hayden looked for a few seconds, and picked out an ornate 12-carat diamond ring, valued at $780,000. Hayden looked at Ronny, "Story" "It was my Grandmother's ring, sir." "Value" "Um, I-I don't know sir" Hayden shook his head in disapointment, "And you were doing so well" he sighed before punching his windpipe, causing his to gasp, trying to breathe. Hayden then kicked him once more, for good measure, and left with the ring, leaving the safe open and Ronny suffocating on the floor. Hayden then came up the stairs looking annoyed, "Let's go fag" he yelled at you, which you immediately complied with his command and opened the door.

Then you drove Hayden to your family's mansion.

When you came in, you introduced him to your mother as your friend. Your mother stared at his biceps, and didn't notice him tell you to make him dinner. After you were out of the room, he said, "Strip, now." "What, what do you mean?" she replied. "Obviously I'm going to fuck you, I swear bitches get dumber and dumber every year." he replied in exasperation.

He flashed his abs, "Strip. Now." he ordered. Your mother looked at his strong, godly body and started stripping out of fear. Once she was in her bra and panties, she stopped, covering herself with her arms. Hayden, annoyedly, said, "Now, bitch" She then mumbled something about her not wanting to, "being married" and how she was a grown woman and she was independent, and how she had a job as the head of a large law firm.

Hayden proceeded to rip off her bra and underwear, making her nude. She fell to the floor, and tried to cover herself with her hands, crying. He picked her up by her throat, and pinned her throat against the wall. "Listen to me, and listen very closely, because I will not repeat this. You are going to fuck me," she interrupted by bawling loudly, blubbering something about her kids, and for him to please let her go. He choked her more, stopping the tears, "You're going to fuck me because I said so, and don't worry about you little faggot son, he's out there preparing me dinner right now." he thrusted in three fingers in her pussy, causing her to scream in pain, "Don't worry, I'm just loosening you up." he said, laughing at her pain. "Now, after I fuck you you're going to quit your job, and become my servant, okay. I don't know who you're kidding with this "Lawyer" shit, but women belong in the kitchen and the bedroom. And we can talk about this," he looked at your body, "later." as he said this, he shoved in a fourth finger causing her to scream in agony. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. Nobody gives a shit that some slut is getting fucked. You know what, say "I'm your obedient slut". She continued screaming, and Hayden stuck a fifth finger in, "Say it now, whore" he ordered, and slapped her with his strong muscles. She stopped screaming, and started crying, whispering out, "I'm your obedient slut." Hayden then threw her accross the room onto the bed, 15-feet away.

He then ripped off his shirt and pants, and threw them (60mph) at a corner, hitting a $60,000 venetian vase which fell and shattered. You began trying to run away. Hayden saw this, and stared at you, and said, "Don't even think about it. Because we both know that I'm going to end up the victor." he said, ominously.

His muscles made her tremble in fear, and she stayed on the bed.

He then got on the bed, and said cockily, "Get ready for the ride of your life. Oh, and" he grabbed the lube off your nightstand and threw it into the wall, his Herculean power creating a hole in the wall. "We won't be needing that."

He then revealed his dick, which was massive. You were scared for him to put it in, but he didn't care and shoved it in anyway, as you screamed in pain, begging to stop, screaming, "It's too big!" Hayden grabbed your face, and forced you to stare into his eyes, "Let me make this clear" he said, ominously. "You're" he thrusted hard, causing your pain level to triple, "Opinion" he thrusted again harder, "Doesn't" thrusting even harder, "Matter" his thrust was the hardest yet, causing bruises on your vag. "I own you now, and I take charge of my propety" he said gravely. He proceeded to fuck you for another half hour, all of which you were in constant pain, and were begging for the sweet release of death. Occasionally throughout the sex, he slapped you or hurt you just to watch your pain. Then, he came, releasing tonnes of his potent seed, filling up your pussy. He then ordered your wrecked body onto the floor, kneeling.

"Now be a good slut and massage me" he ordered. She submitted. After an hour, Hayden ordered, "Go get my dinner from your pathetic faggot son, slut!" she walked over to her clothes, "Did I say, put on your clothes!?" he yelled. "No sir" she replied submissively, scurried away. You were in the kitchen, standing still, staring blankly at the wall, waiting for commands. Then you saw your mother enter the kitchen, naked, with bruises all over, scratch scars on her tits, and cum dripping out of her pussy. "Where is sir's dinner" she asked. "Here you are, mom" you replied, handing her a plate with a 64 oz steak. She then returned to the bedroom, and got on her knees and presented him with the steak. "Good slut, now get back to rubbing my leg." He then yelled, "And get over here fag!" you scampered over, and arrived, "How can I serve you sir?" you asked. "Rub my feet" he ordered, you immediately got to work. After he finished, he watched the football game, while both you and your mother massaged his entire body. After, he ordered your mother to sleep with him, while you slept on the couch (he said only men deserved beds, and faggots weren't men). The next morning, you and your mother woke up at 6am and prepared a grand breakfast, and cleaned. You were both in your uniforms that Hayden required, no clothes. As well, Hayden wrote in black permanent marker, "Faggot" on your stomach. Hayden woke up at noon that day, and immediately you and your mom went to you. Your mother put on slippers, while you massaged his legs.

When you finished, Hayden was presented with his breakfast. Good slaves, you want a reward, here.

He put up his arms, revealing his pungent pits, whose smell caused you and your mother to both become extremely attracted to him. "Natural pheramones are truly something, aren't they."

"Now let's plan today, shall we." You and your mother just mumbled yes, unable to think due to his hypnotic musk.

"First of all, both of you are getting tattoos to prove you're mine, then me and slut will go to a plastic surgery doctor about breast implants, face life, nose job, bbl, tightening of her pussy, etc." he lectured "How does that sound?" he asked, half jokingly.

You both agreed, barely hearing what he said focused on his muscles and his musk. Then Hayden dressed you in your "Outside Clothes", you both wore a fingerprint-locked shock and tracking collar with a leash. You wore a thin two-sizes-two-small T-shirt (that displayed your fat, flabby body) that said "Fag" and your mother wore a braless thin crop-top that said "Slut" and revealing 5" jean shorts.

When he arrived, Hayden decided to park farther away and walked half a mile to the tattoo parlor.

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Hayden Greene

You were Rupert Ellis (62M) the CEO of Ellis & Company, a investment bank that you founded. You had a wife, Maria Ellis (32F), and a son, Charles Ellis (17M). Your net worth was just over $1.1 billion, and you were a titan of finance. Your son had an allowance of $100,000 a month, and you lived in a $85 million mansion.

Charles:

You were entitled and privileged kid. However at school you were timid, silent, and secretly a huge fag. You went to an elite private school, which had an annual tuition of $25,000 a year.

Hayden Greene was a cocky, egotistical, & narcissistic fuck boy who you idolized. He was known for never being told no, for example, when he was a junior, he went up to a snotty senior who was showing off his allowance of $15,000 in cash. Hayden walked up to him and said, "Hand it over." calmly. The other kids started shaking and ran away, but the senior just said, "What, are you poor? You some money, go get it boy, go get it." and threw a $100-dollar bill on the ground. Hayden walked away, the senior thought he got away with it. The next day, he came back with a broken nose, numerous bruises and cuts on his face, and a broken arm and collarbone. Hayden bumped into him, and he said, "I'm sorry, sir"

You got a job as the equipment manager for the boys basketball team, so you could sniff the old underwear and socks of the hot players. That day, you looked around, and then used the master code you had and opened Hayden's locker. You then took his dirty underwear and socks. You quickly hid them in your bag, and got ready to leave. Then you saw Hayden , the captain of the team, entered the locker room and took off his sweaty shirt to reveal his god-like physique.

Hayden then said intimidatingly, "What are you doing." You replied in a scared voice, "Um, uh, I uh, we'll I'm the equipment manager Hayden-" "What" he interrupted. "Sorry, Mr. Greene," he required all of "the help" to call him Mr. Greene to establish himself as their boss, "I'm just putting some stuff away." "Okay, just open your bag and you'll be on your way." he replied. "Why?" you asked. "Because I said so. Are you questioning me, you are the help, you don't ask the questions, I do. Now, as I was saying, Open your bag!" he said mightily. You stuttered, and played with your hands, not replying. He then ripped the bag off your shoulders, and said, "Let's see what's in here, shall we." You began eyeing the exit, trying to escape. "Don't try to run, I'll win and it'll be a lot worse for you." he said threateningly. He opened the bag, and dumped the contents out on the ground, "Oh, what do we have here. Is that a pair of my briefs." "Um, I uh, I-I d-don't know how that g-got in there." you replied shakily. "Um, um, uh, uh," he said mockingly, "That wasn't a question. Are you trying to get close to my godly body?" "What?" you stuttered out. "Are you a fag?" he asked, saying "fag" in such a way that made you feel worthless. You just looked at your feet, and then he punched you in the chest, causing you to fall on your back and start wheezing for air.

You then felt a severe amount of pain. Hayden then put his foot on your chest, and said, "Looks like a few ribs are broken, nothing too serious." "Call an ambulance" you wheezed out. "Please" "Hmm, maybe. But what do I get out of that." "Huh?" you replied. "Why should I not just leave you here, lying in constant pain until tomorrow morning. Give me one reason." as he said that, he pushed his foot down even more, causing your pain to triple. "Please, be merciful. I'll do anything." "Are you sure?" he asked, pushing his foot within milimetres of your heart. "Yes, yes, I will do anything". "Good", he said taking his foot off of your chest. You thought you were safe, and sighed until he punched your head making you black out.

He then got his jeep, and opened the trunk.

He shoved your unconscious body in his trunk and drove away. He then went to Ronny's house. Hayden's house wasn't anything to see, as the majority of his money was just extorted from rich kids. He, however, had over fifty kids who he had already beat up and all of them, mostly minor millionaire heirs, had pledged that they would do whatever he said in exchange for him not killing them. Ronald Astor was a freshman from a moderately wealthy family. When Hayden arrived, Ronny opened his car door and Hayden just popped the trunk and said, "Put the fag in the living room" Hayden fixed himself a glass of the $5,000 bottle of Louis XIII in the display case. After eight minutes, Ronny, drowning in sweat, finished dragging you into the living room. Hayden punched him in the gut, saying, "Too slow" nonchalantly. Hayden then kicked you in the balls causing you to wake up in pain.

He then put his foot on your balls and said, "Transfer $1 million in my accounts now." You had just regained consciousness, "Huh?" you said. He then pushed harder, causing your balls to scream in pain and he asked again, "Transfer $1 million, NOW!" You then said, "Okay, okay, please stop I'll do it." He took his foot off your balls, and you quickly grabbed your phone and transferred the money from your trust fund. "Now, where are your parents" You hesitated, but when you saw his foot move you said, "My dad's on a work trip and my Mom's at home." "Okay, now you're going to drive me to your house, you're going to introduce me as your friend to your mother, and then you're going go into the kitchen and make me dinner. Is that understood?" "Yes Mr. Greene" you replied. "Fags call me Master", "Yes Master". "And you, transfer the usual session fee ($100,000) and show me to your safe." Ronny dragged himself to the cellar, and used his fingerprint and code to unlock the large safe. Inside, was a mountain of expensive things and papers. Hayden looked for a few seconds, and picked out an ornate 12-carat diamond ring, valued at $780,000. Hayden looked at Ronny, "Story" "It was my Grandmother's ring, sir." "Value" "Um, I-I don't know sir" Hayden shook his head in disapointment, "And you were doing so well" he sighed before punching his windpipe, causing his to gasp, trying to breathe. Hayden then kicked him once more, for good measure, and left with the ring, leaving the safe open and Ronny suffocating on the floor. Hayden then came up the stairs looking annoyed, "Let's go fag" he yelled at you, which you immediately complied with his command and opened the door.

Then you drove Hayden to your family's mansion.

When you came in, you introduced him to your mother as your friend. Your mother stared at his biceps, and didn't notice him tell you to make him dinner. After you were out of the room, he said, "Strip, now." "What, what do you mean?" she replied. "Obviously I'm going to fuck you, I swear bitches get dumber and dumber every year." he replied in exasperation.

He flashed his abs, "Strip. Now." he ordered. Your mother looked at his strong, godly body and started stripping out of fear. Once she was in her bra and panties, she stopped, covering herself with her arms. Hayden, annoyedly, said, "Now, bitch" She then mumbled something about her not wanting to, "being married" and how she was a grown woman and she was independent, and how she had a job as the head of a large law firm.

Hayden proceeded to rip off her bra and underwear, making her nude. She fell to the floor, and tried to cover herself with her hands, crying. He picked her up by her throat, and pinned her throat against the wall. "Listen to me, and listen very closely, because I will not repeat this. You are going to fuck me," she interrupted by bawling loudly, blubbering something about her kids, and for him to please let her go. He choked her more, stopping the tears, "You're going to fuck me because I said so, and don't worry about you little faggot son, he's out there preparing me dinner right now." he thrusted in three fingers in her pussy, causing her to scream in pain, "Don't worry, I'm just loosening you up." he said, laughing at her pain. "Now, after I fuck you you're going to quit your job, and become my servant, okay. I don't know who you're kidding with this "Lawyer" shit, but women belong in the kitchen and the bedroom. And we can talk about this," he looked at your body, "later." as he said this, he shoved in a fourth finger causing her to scream in agony. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. Nobody gives a shit that some slut is getting fucked. You know what, say "I'm your obedient slut". She continued screaming, and Hayden stuck a fifth finger in, "Say it now, whore" he ordered, and slapped her with his strong muscles. She stopped screaming, and started crying, whispering out, "I'm your obedient slut." Hayden then threw her accross the room onto the bed, 15-feet away.

He then ripped off his shirt and pants, and threw them (60mph) at a corner, hitting a $60,000 venetian vase which fell and shattered. You began trying to run away. Hayden saw this, and stared at you, and said, "Don't even think about it. Because we both know that I'm going to end up the victor." he said, ominously.

His muscles made her tremble in fear, and she stayed on the bed.

He then got on the bed, and said cockily, "Get ready for the ride of your life. Oh, and" he grabbed the lube off your nightstand and threw it into the wall, his Herculean power creating a hole in the wall. "We won't be needing that."

He then revealed his dick, which was massive. You were scared for him to put it in, but he didn't care and shoved it in anyway, as you screamed in pain, begging to stop, screaming, "It's too big!" Hayden grabbed your face, and forced you to stare into his eyes, "Let me make this clear" he said, ominously. "You're" he thrusted hard, causing your pain level to triple, "Opinion" he thrusted again harder, "Doesn't" thrusting even harder, "Matter" his thrust was the hardest yet, causing bruises on your vag. "I own you now, and I take charge of my propety" he said gravely. He proceeded to fuck you for another half hour, all of which you were in constant pain, and were begging for the sweet release of death. Occasionally throughout the sex, he slapped you or hurt you just to watch your pain. Then, he came, releasing tonnes of his potent seed, filling up your pussy. He then ordered your wrecked body onto the floor, kneeling.

"Now be a good slut and massage me" he ordered. She submitted. After an hour, Hayden ordered, "Go get my dinner from your pathetic faggot son, slut!" she walked over to her clothes, "Did I say, put on your clothes!?" he yelled. "No sir" she replied submissively, scurried away. You were in the kitchen, standing still, staring blankly at the wall, waiting for commands. Then you saw your mother enter the kitchen, naked, with bruises all over, scratch scars on her tits, and cum dripping out of her pussy. "Where is sir's dinner" she asked. "Here you are, mom" you replied, handing her a plate with a 64 oz steak. She then returned to the bedroom, and got on her knees and presented him with the steak. "Good slut, now get back to rubbing my leg." He then yelled, "And get over here fag!" you scampered over, and arrived, "How can I serve you sir?" you asked. "Rub my feet" he ordered, you immediately got to work. After he finished, he watched the football game, while both you and your mother massaged his entire body. After, he ordered your mother to sleep with him, while you slept on the couch (he said only men deserved beds, and faggots weren't men). The next morning, you and your mother woke up at 6am and prepared a grand breakfast, and cleaned. You were both in your uniforms that Hayden required, no clothes. As well, Hayden wrote in black permanent marker, "Faggot" on your stomach. Hayden woke up at noon that day, and immediately you and your mom went to you. Your mother put on slippers, while you massaged his legs.

When you finished, Hayden was presented with his breakfast. Good slaves, you want a reward, here.

He put up his arms, revealing his pungent pits, whose smell caused you and your mother to both become extremely attracted to him. "Natural pheramones are truly something, aren't they."

"Now let's plan today, shall we." You and your mother just mumbled yes, unable to think due to his hypnotic musk.

"First of all, both of you are getting tattoos to prove you're mine, then me and slut will go to a plastic surgery doctor about breast implants, face life, nose job, bbl, tightening of her pussy, etc." he lectured "How does that sound?" he asked, half jokingly.

You both agreed, barely hearing what he said focused on his muscles and his musk. Then Hayden dressed you in your "Outside Clothes", you both wore a fingerprint-locked shock and tracking collar with a leash. You wore a thin two-sizes-two-small T-shirt (that displayed your fat, flabby body) that said "Fag" and your mother wore a braless thin crop-top that said "Slut" and revealing 5" jean shorts.

When he arrived, Hayden decided to park farther away and walked half a mile to the tattoo parlor.