A noon full of shocking revelations filled Matthew with so many thoughts that he was incredibly grateful to his sex dungeon buddies, who immediately helped him blow off some steam and relax after he arrived.
Alex, the slave boy he shared a bed with--like always--was incredibly hungry for sexual attention. Right after he noticed Matthew making a comeback, he demanded a blowjob. As a good, older colleague, Matt couldn't really refuse him, so they lied down. The horny boy had his sweaty balls sucked and hard cock jerked. For a moment, Alex was watching Matthew's handwork with a smug smile, but then their other buddy, Mohammed, climbed the ladder and started casually making out with Alex. Their wet tongues were licking one another, which Matthew was able to see whenever their lips weren't touching. A prolonging kiss made Moe so excited that his dick grew stiff. It was taken care off by even another slave who started sucking him off without even asking for permission.
This was exactly what they have been doing all the time since they moved in. Endless, uncontrollable orgy. So animalistic and normalized in its perversion, that none of the other slaves minded eating their meals right next to them. It often went even further; Matthew saw few of the boys spicing their food up with friend's cum. All of them were just constantly horny and it was certainly planned and expected by their masters.
"Matthew, Alex and Moe, get up and follow me," Logan, an alpha slave, called them right as he entered the slave bedrooms. "I see you're slutting yourself up again. Exactly what I need right now."
Interestingly, Logan was one of the most restrained slaves in their group. Even the other alpha slave, David, liked to fuck with all of the other guys (of course from dom's position). But Logan always seemed calm and professional. Matthew found it really disappointing, as Logan's smugness was incredibly attractive, especially when mixed with his jockish, rich boy appearance. And he had some really incredible low-hanging balls.
The three slave boys obeyed the alpha slave without questioning, stopped fucking and followed him out of the dungeon. Only Mohammed managed to cum, so Alex was forced to walk with his dick still being hard. As they moved, Moe asked the alpha slave a very simple yet essential question:
"Where are we going?"
"I was asked to bring three of the most sluttiest slaves to master Adam's room. Since I don't exactly keep any records on how slutty each of you are, I figured you're all slutty enough, so it will be faster if I just take whoever will be fucking at the time."
"I wouldn't mind being your slut, master," Alex taunted the alpha slave with a horny smile. Matthew knew he also had a thing for Logan. It was understandable, he just had that vibe which makes submissive guys line up to serve as his footrest.
"Master Adam?" Mohammed asked. "Is he a permanent resident of the house?"
"No, he lives elsewhere. He's a very good friend of Oscar, though," Logan answered patiently, as he led them onto the floor. "He's weird as fuck, but you'll be his bitches for the next hour, so better don't break the immersion or he will make your lives miserable."
Once they climbed the stairs, they've met three of the perma masters having a relaxed conversation in the corridor. Matthew blushed immediately, seeing that Ethan was one of them, alongside with master Davis. All four of slave boys had to bend to their knees the moment they noticed their superiors.
"Proceed," said master Davis, smiling at them. Almost immediately he continued his conversation with friends. Boys stood up and kept moving, respectfully looking down. Matthew's heart started beating like crazy once he felt Ethan's discreet touch on his hand.
Matt still couldn't forget the thing that his best friend told him...
"Money won't be enough to buy you out," boy remembered his words even with details like the exact tone of his friend's voice. "Oscar thinks of himself as some sort of a sex artist or whatever. That «cum needs to keep flowing» quote of his is written all over the app. That's also why he doesn't allow ugly guys as doms -- so the slaves are in willingly, to explore and fulfill their lustful desires. He wants to see the kinkiest, most sexually perverted things being done in his Naughty Pleasure Market, so he won't just let me have you, unless he believes I'm a twisted individual who wants to seize the opportunity to claim ownership of his best friend just to torture, humiliate and use him as a fleshlight."
The conclusion of this was shocking. Ethan, his straight best friend, was planning to have sex with him more than once and it wasn't supposed to be just vanilla, but sex full of filth and kinks, probably with witnesses.
"Alright, it's here," Logan interrupted Matthew's retrospections, as he reached for a handle of the doors with a number "12" written on them. "Enter and wait patiently."
Boys obeyed, entering a small, empty room. There were second doors leading out of it, but they were closed at the moment.
"On your knees," Logan ordered them. "Wait for your master to come. And you better stop covering your boner, Alex," he addressed the boy next to Matthew, who was desperately trying to hide his perky erection; no, not hide--Matthew figured--more like gently stroke it to ease the sexual frustration.
"I'm sorry, sir. I forgot. My body belongs to my betters' and I have no right to hide it from their sight," he recited a hackneyed text that all slaves have been taught, in hope of not scoring a punishment.
Logan closed the doors with a key and left, while they awaited master Adam in silence. Alex's dick kept jumping up and down, quite impossible to calm down, needy for attention. He just couldn't stop himself and started rubbing his cock head with his hand.
"Stop, you know you can't. Not now," Matthew whispered.
"Yo, look at that," Mohammed pointed at someone's sneakers standing in the corner. He reached for them and pulled one of the boots, straight to his nose. "Oh, shit. What a smell. What a man must fill those shoes with his feet..."
"Let me take a whiff!" Alex pleaded, enthusiastically.
"What the fuck are you doing, guys? We're supposed to be kneeling and not moving!" Matthew tried to stop them, but they seemed overwhelmed with horniness.
Alex pressed the shoe's entrance against his face and closed eyes, taking a deep breath. His cock started throbbing desperately, as he inhaled true man's essence.
"This smell is grand," he admitted. "One of the best smells I've ever had. Reminds me of my older brother's best friend's shoes. Wanna take a sniff, Matt?"
Matthew shook his head "no". Not without a reason. Metaphorically speaking, he still had Ethan's smell in his nose and didn't want to replace it. Even though it felt wrong and sinful, Matthew wanted to stay loyal to Ethan's feet. When he was worshipping them today, he understood that this is his destiny; his true place and role on this planet. He wanted to dedicate his entire life to being his best friend's footrest.
Suddenly, the doors have opened. The stinky shoe fell out of Alex's hand and landed loudly on the floor, as three slave boys assumed their submissive position -- head down, eyes on the floor between their knees, arms behind the back, silent, respectful and aware of superiority of real men. Alex's raging erection was fully exposed now. There was a clear expression of shame on his face.
