{In this chapter, a character performs prone masturbation. Remember that prone masturbation is harmful to your penis and should not be performed in real life, as it establishes patterns of stimulation impossible to find in actual sex, which can lead to potency issues in your sex life.}
[In this chapter: straight best friend fantasy, foot worshipping, manly smells]
"Master... forgive me this question, but is there anything I can do for you...?" Matthew asked, as he was intensely rubbing his skin with a soap, spreading the foam onto his back and butt, enjoying the hot water from the shower.
After master Davis carried him here, surprisingly he didn't leave, instead he leaned against the wall, watching the boy with a smile.
"I have a really good news for you," master Davis said, showing his perfect set of bright, white teeth in a smile worth of a prince charming. "There's a treat heading your way."
Even despite his natural naivety, Matthew became suspicious hearing that. Probably, because treats were against his fantasy, in which he's being constantly used and abused. But in the end, if they wanted to treat him, he couldn't really oppose. He was their bitch now, anyway.
"Respectfully, sir, this seems unnecessary. Being able to serve my betters is enough of a treat for me," Matthew assured him. Saying humiliating things like that always triggered a pleasant, tingly sensation somewhere inside of his chest and dick, almost like his own body was encouraging him to lower himself to the knees.
Not wanting to annoy master Davis, Matthew put lots of effort and struggle to clean as much of his dick as the metal chastity device allowed.
"Careful with your words, cutie," master Davis warned him, still smiling. "Commenting on master's decision might score you a punishment, even if it's respectful."
"I'm sorry, master..."
"Well, you're lucky that you're with me, not with master Goldman or Ramon. But don't get too comfortable. Cute twinks like you need to know their place. The more bratty you are, the more discipline you require. How is it with you, boy?"
Matthew didn't even allow himself to think this answer through.
"I'm afraid I need a lot of discipline, sir."
"No reason to worry, you'll get plenty," master Davis assured him with a mischievous smile. "Alright then, enough of that water waste. Dry yourself up and let's go."
Matt curiously followed him. Other slave boys were getting ready for feet worshipping party in which doms would be humiliating them also in many other ways. Matthew was actually kind of interested in joining that, but master Davis took him upstairs, to the second floor, that was fully taken by the mystical permanent doms, supposedly living in this house with them.
"Here we are," master Davis announced with a happy face, opening doors for Matthew, to a specific room.
To encourage the boy, Davis pushed him lightly, making him enter. The room was actually really nice, with a splendid view from the terrace, although it was empty, like its owner haven't really moved in here with all his stuff. Matthew knew he should have his line of sight lowered, but he wanted to know what was happening. He froze, once he saw him.
Ethan. He was standing there, fully clothed, watching the slave boy in the most humiliating moment of his life. Boy moved his hands and covered his cock cage, finding it impossible to look his friend in the eyes. But then master Davis placed his hand on his hair.
"Slave boys can't cover themselves, remember? Do I have to punish you?" he asked, in a serious tone.
Matthew silently exposed his utter humiliation and placed his hands behind his back. He could feel tears forming in his eyes. He was enjoying himself as a slut before, but now, when his best friend saw him, he felt ashamed and defeated.
"Thanks for bringing him, Prowler," Ethan ignored Matthew, choosing to make a bro handshake with his muscular buddy.
"No sweat, man. Make yourself at home. Alright, I'll leave you to it," he added, before he closed the doors to Ethan's new room.
Davis' vigorous footsteps could be heard as he went downstairs. In the meantime, awkward silence has found its domain here.
"Okay, he's gone, we can drop the act," Ethan said, out of the sudden, closing his shocked and ashamed friend in a tight hug. "You look so scared, did they make you do something you didn't want?"
Quite ironic question to ask in a sex slave house, but once Matthew thought this through, he couldn't really think of any of the slave boys unwillingly doing something sexual. All of them were perfectly picked sluts who just wanted that rough treatment.
"No, I'm okay," Matthew finally found the courage to speak. "But what are you doing here, Ethan? It's a gay slave house."
"Well, I've had to keep an eye on you somehow. Don't worry, I have some... friends in high places," he rolled eyes at the cliché way it sounded. "I will find a way to get you out of here, but you need to give me some time. Two, three months. Hopefully right before the summer break is over and you'll have to go back to university classes."
Oh, that. Matthew somehow managed to already forget about that boring part of his life.
"They will find out you're not really gay!" Matt raised his voice, but not too much. "You might get my dirty video outed to the porn sites!"
"They won't find out, trust me."
"Other slaves will start talking once they figure out you have no interest in them."
"Doms don't have to actually fuck slaves, you know? We can just enjoy being a little bit violent with them or get off from humiliating them. Either of which, I can pretend to enjoy."
Matthew was both furious and moved. He couldn't believe Ethan went through such extent to help him.
His friend looked at his caged cock. Matt covered it again, embarrassed. Somehow he already forgot that he was completely naked.
"Why did they put you in that?" Ethan asked, confused.
"My dick is apparently too big. It could embarrass some of the dominants."
"How fragile," Ethan commented coldly. Then, he smiled, very naughtily. "But fortunately, dominant's privilege knows no bounders", he said, as he showed Matthew a little key, that the boy easily recognized.
