"This is fucked up... I can't believe I'm letting you do this..."
Jock was on all fours, with creamed up ass being slowly shaven clean by the bulky blond man, who told them to call himself master Goldman. Matthew was already done by him. His skin around balls and ass was itching and he felt weirdly naked without pubes.
"From now on, this will be your catch phrase, bitch". He caught jock's dandling balls from behind and rubbed them in his hand. "Next time don't just trim your balls and pubes, you're expected to be clean shaven."
"Shut the fuck up! I'm not your fucking dog!"
"No argument here. I don't fuck my dogs." Suddenly, the doors have opened. Matthew looked back, shocked and surprised, as he was on all fours as well, with his spread butt facing the entrance. "Hey, Oscar. You're finally here."
Matthew's expectations were certainly subverted. He was imagining Oscar as this buff dude with tats who is also a mafia boss. He could also be an elegant businessman in mid-thirties, who was always wearing a suit, Christian Grey style. Instead, he saw a pretty average dude of his own age, with a little bit of scruff on his face and dark, intelligent eyes. He was quite skinny but tall. He greet his friend and kneeling boys with smile.
"Hey, Frog. You're quite busy, I see," he said to master Goldman. "So, did Beth finally send you the money?"
"Yeah, but she keeps complaining that prizes are too high. At this point I'm so tired of this bitch that I wouldn't mind breaking off the deal."
"Of course you wouldn't mind it, as it's not your money." Oscar laughed. "Okay, what do we have here?" He sat on one of the benches, looking curiously at Matthew and the jock boy. "Hello, boys. I'm here to explain the terms of our partnership for incoming year. To put this bluntly, both of you are going to be exploited sexually as slaves to all members of our club with the dominant status."
"No fucking way," jock slave rebelled again. "I won't be giving up my ass to strangers for entire fucking year!"
"It won't be just your ass, David," Oscar replied, amused. "Every inch of your skin will be used and abused for pleasure of our patrons and you're going to endure it with patience and respect like a good boy."
"FUCK. YOU."
Oscar focused on Matthew now.
"And you? No angry stares and loud protests?"
"No, sir. I understand my situation and I know my place. I will obey any of your commands."
To Matt's surprise and anxiety, Oscar did not seem pleased with that answer.
"Whatever. Let's move to the exciting stuff. After our meeting, you will go to your houses and pack all your things, as you'll move in to new orgy house of our club."
