...Derrick refused to repeat himself. Ben was ecstatic!Apart from the aforementioned furniture, the flooring was covered with a lush gray rug you can sink your toes into and wriggle around. There were two bedside drawers with reading lamps. Heavy gray drapes covering the windows, Air conditioning, a small humidifier, a reading desk with a desktop and slim, chocolate coloured phone on his left bedside drawer. TV….? It was big. I have a big TV to myself. No sharing. Awesome!When Ben was leaving home, he never thought he could hit it this big. If this was what being a slave was, then it should be a trend and not abolished.First it was private plans, food and top quality cocktails, now it's a 5 stars hotel room with its own jacuzzi! Jacuzzi!! Derrick needed to leave so he could soak in the bath."Now listen up." Derrick's voice suddenly invaded his private thoughts and he spontaneously turned to Derrick.
The next morning, Ben was again slapped in the face with a new set of rules. One, he was not allowed to masturbate without his master's permission. Meaning that until his master arrived, no sex, no release. He was flabbergasted. How was he to survive? Every other rule was doable but this one. When was his master returning? Ben felt like kicking someone.Secondly, he was to wake up at 4am along with Derrick and Delvin and join them in their morning exercise at the gym, ride a bicycle 40 times around the courtyard every evening by 4pm and eat only twice in a day; Morning and night. While snacks were provided for his afternoon meals. He thought that was the end of it until the promised personal maid arrived around 11am with a set of clothing and shoes plus a makeup box. Everything was for Ben. He was handed an iPad and instructed to watch all the videos downloaded on it. They were all makeup tutorials. To look go
That day, Ben woke up with a stiff rod. He had been constantly aroused for days and the pain was unbearable. He was at his wits end and was losing sleep. He needed his drugs but taking them only made things worse down there. After his afternoon snacks, he was convinced that if he didn't get his release, his staff would burst. The veins were swollen and breathing. He went into the pool, hung on the wall facing the ocean, buried his face in the nooks of his left arm and wanked into a small pipe hole he had located previously. Deep down he knew that the chances of him being caught was high but he was past caring. After the did was done, Ben returned to his room and slept off. He was exhausted as he hadn't been sleeping well for days. When Derrick saw the video of Ben wanking inside the pool, he was not surprised. In fact he was impressed with Ben for holding up for that long. Sex drive, alcohol and drugs goes hand in hand. And for a mas
Looking at the mess the boy had made and his haunted red eyes, Derrick was sure that he was on the verge of madness but he didn't know how to help him. Taking a gamble, he sent the video to Rolph and kept his fingers crossed. Rolph didn't see the video till noon and by the time he saw it, he couldn't resist the urge to see for himself. Since he could remotely access all the security cameras In his Texas home, Rolph clicked directly on the basement cameras. When Rolph signed in, Ben was in the process of messing himself and vomiting simultaneously like a cholera patient. That didn't move Rolph. He had seen worse. What bothered him was the look in Ben's eyes and how he continuously called on his mother and.." Victor?"....not to go. At this point, Ben couldn't shout again. His voice was hoarse but his grunt was still clear and painful to the ear. Who was Victor and what happened to his mother? If there
Ben slept for more than 30 hours. Each time he started showing withdrawal signs, they dose him up through an intravenous injections setup by his bedside, while waiting for him to wake up naturally.For a foodie, he was expected to be super hungry when he woke up so Delvin cooked his favorites in wait for him. But when he woke up, he simply stayed in bed gazing at nothing. When Derrick came to check on him, he was not responsive. He answered Derrick's queries about how he was feeling but his answers were monotonous like they were programmed. A week after, His wrists had healed and the skin peeled to reveal new skin thanks to whatever his maids were applyingg but, Ben was still the same and he was not eating. To get him to eat, Derrick had to threaten him with a repeat of the punishment. He was doing everything they asked him to do but the exciting, jovial, rude, curious boy was gone and in his stead was a distant, long faced, robotic boy wh
"Why am I helping him?'Derrick pondered when leaving Ben's room. Derrick was a self aware man. He knew he wasn't a good guy but he tried to consciously make things a little comfortable for certain people among their slaves. After all, he was his father's son.His capacity to be ruthless was no lesser than that of Rolph but what he had that Rolph lacked was the ability to hold back, see beyond the face of the victim. When he told Rolph that he will kill Ben if Ben should try anything funny, he meant it a hundred percent. He will not blink while doing it and he will not regret it. Many innocent people had died by his hands. He knew they were innocent but he was in no position to help them. He would have if he could yet when he took their lives, he didn't regret it. He was just doing his job. It wasn't his fault luck was against them. But Ben….First, if his boys hadn't fucked up, Ben would be somewhere
A few kilometers away from Czarna Pantera's uptown clubhouse was Asahi attending a private dinner with his Master for the night, ROBERT LEO whom everybody referred to as Mr. Leo. Mr. Leo was a young man in his early thirties, married with three kids. He was also the third son of the second most powerful family in Texas; The Robert's family. The day Asahi returned to Texas from his "ill fated trip" to San Antonio as he called it while narrating his narrow escape to his closest colleague ISABELLA, he met a 3 months rental deal waiting for him. His master had handed his ass over to the infamous Mr. Leo for 90 days. Three months of total submission to a man feared by all twinks for his brutal BDSM techniques. "The number of twinks killed by Mr.Leo during sex could compete with the population of a junior high school students, and that is the man master rented me out to?! Did I offend him?"Asahi had ranted in tears that very evening o
Leo was very angry.What really pissed him off was how helpless he was. Whether he liked it or not, Rolph Filipiak can fuck whomever he wanted. Leo was ready to live with that after all he was also married with three kids. What he couldn't take was Rolph having a special someone who is gay and isn't him, Leo Robert. And it was all his fault. He ruined everything. Rolph was already warming up to him. They were hanging out almost everyday. If only he was a little bit patient...if...only…. he wasn't so jealous….maybe...just maybe...He entered the club and looked up at Rolph's annoying private lounge where they use to have sex while watching the night crawlers. He remembered every detail…... Rolph, backing him while kneeling on the wide three seater with his butthole shinny from the generously applied lube. How Rolph loved to be spanked. The way Rolph's sea eyes turn darker when he enters him, the way he groans and moans hi