Mr Masters Novels & Stories

"What kind of work do the Masters actually do?" Rita stopped eating, staring at me in utter disbelief before bursting into a loud laugh. "You can’t be serious, right, Rea? There isn't a soul in the world who doesn't know what they do!" I just blinked, looking thoroughly confused. "God, Rea, you are so incredibly innocent," Rita explained, shaking her head. "The brothers are the top, most powerful young billionaires in the entire world today. I’ve been working for them for three years now. What I do know is that they are incredibly generous when it comes to paying and protecting their employees... but whatever you do, you must never end up on their bad side."

Five years later, Aurora Tech's valuation surpassed one hundred billion dollars, cementing its position as a global leader in AI. I was named Forbes "Tech Personality of the Year," the cover headline declaring: [The Code King: From Outsourced Programmer to Tech Giant.] My company had moved into a landmark skyscraper in the city center. My office occupied the top floor, offering a panoramic view of the entire skyline. One day, my assistant informed me of an unusual visitor. "Mr. Bart, Peter Mahone—the former VP from your old company—says he has urgent business with you."

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

Since her attitude seemed not to be changed at all by my reservation, I decided to ask one another. “What?” As I expected, her countenance now turned to be intimidating in smothered anger. “I was wondering about the masters. Who are they?” I put out my confusion cautiously, “Because I had thought Alpha was my only master and I didn’t…” “We had three masters in this castle.” She cut me off abruptly “Alpha Xavier, Mr. Lang and Mr. Drakos. Alpha Xavier regularly come and stay for a few days, since he is very busy with pack stuffs. Mr. Lang, perhaps you have already met with him, liked to stay in his room on daytime and he only come down when nights fell. And Mr. Drakos have been back since last

Mavin asked angrily while glaring at Arthur with gritty teeth. He hated this Arthur guy, first, he stole his high school and college crush, and now what was he doing at this party? "Get the fuck out of here before I call security on you, people like you shouldn't be allowed here!" Mavin continued in a harsh tone as he violently poked Arthur in the chest, his voice was high this time, getting everyone's attention. What Mavin didn't know was that the man he is insulting is the Master Stark everyone has been waiting for, and everyone knew that except him.

I asked. “That’s just what members are called. Males are Master and females are Mistress. You see it as a sexual term. By all means, if you want to call me Master in that sense, I won’t stop you. But here it’s in the old world, meaning we are in charge, and those who call us Master or Mistress are servants. And while archaic, it is still true. Jefferson is a server.” Aidan explained. “Yeah. I’ll pass on calling you anything that you’d take in a sexual context, Professor McCabe.” I shook my head.

Though I noticed after the thing with the dress, other Masters watched him more closely when he was using me. Another change is Master Pete got married! He finally found someone who was OK with his crazy schedule, and OK with him being part owner of a fuck slave. He even had me over to do threesomes with the two of them when they first started dating. She was pretty wild; she would do almost anything sexual. For the bachelor party, I stripped and fucked all of the guys and she watched the whole thing as Master Pete streamed it to her. After I was covered with the cum of 43 men, lots of double and even triple loads, Master Pete hauled me naked through the hotel and up to their room where his

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

"I know it's for a good cause, but does it really need all this self-congratulation?" My Master replies equally quietly. "A lot of them wouldn't know they exist without it." The compère keeps up his spiel. "And a big hand too, everyone, for our sponsor, Mr Richard Haswell of the Haswell Corporation…" He flings out an arm and a spotlight follows it to settle on my Master. Like the mayor, he smiles, nodding acknowledgement, but it's not a smile I recognise. More like the fake smiles delivered by supermodels and wannabe celebrities.