Author note: All characters in this fictional story are 21 years or older. Trigger warning: This work contains homophobic slurs.
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Chad was airborne with Mr. X and the man's entourage. They were headed to the billionaire's private island. Chad had been selected by Mr. X and added to his collection of men. The 'Instagram Star' had been stalked by this man of wealth and power. Chad's friend Shane had betrayed him and sold him to Mr. X for the hefty sum of ten million dollars.
Now Chad was naked, collared, cuffed, and his cock immobilized in a metal cage. He sat just inches away from his new owner as they flew in the military-style helicopter to a destination unknown to Chad. Chad had been given an injection of a serum that made him crave his new Master intensely. Even now, as Chad was idle, his cunt was itching to be pounded by the man he only knew as 'Mr. X.'
Mr. X observed Chad eyeing him lustfully. "We are almost there, Chad," he announced in his sexy British accent. The man referred to him now informally as Chad. "You want me. I can tell," he asserted confidently, smiling broadly. "Remember, the serum only unmasks your true desires, nothing more. It allows you to not fight your genuine self."
Chad turned his gaze away from the man, fighting his newfound yearnings. "Chad, look at me. It's okay to admit your feelings," Mr. X said. "You're mine now, my proper cock whore. I wish I could give you what you want right here and now, a good cunting. But that will have to wait for a bit longer."
Chad remained mute. He licked his lips and turned away from Mr. X to look out the window. Mr. X reached up and pulled Chad's chin so the 'trophy boy' looked at his owner. "Tell you what, Chad. I never got to try your mouth pussy firsthand," Mr. X said. "Let's have a go at it." He reached over, pulled the chain around Chad's neck, and brought the slave's head down to his crotch. "You know what to do, Chad," the man commanded.
Chad got down on his knees and buried his face into the massive bulge. Chad wanted the man's cock more than the air he was breathing. He longed to serve this man's cock. It was now a part of Chad's vital essence. Mr. X rubbed Chad's shaved head approvingly. Chad looked at Mr. X and quietly expressed gratitude as he skillfully undid the belt and zipper. "Thank you for the opportunity to see your glorious cock again, Sir," Chad said. Chad slid the trousers down to the man's ankles to find Mr. X's 9-inch cock straining against a pair of red Versace briefs. Chad nestled his nose and lips against the garment and breathed deeply, "Mmmmm. You are fucking wonderful, Sir!"
Chad peeled the briefs away to gaze once more at the magnificent cock. It jutted forward, touching Chad's face. Chad kissed it tenderly, licking the glans, making his way down the veiny shaft. He used his hand to stroke it lightly as his mouth traveled to the man's powerful gonads. He teased his Master's scrotum with his mouth, sucking on the weighty balls while he continued to stroke the shaft, milking it. "Oh fuck, Chad! Work my cock, you hungry whore!" Mr. X continued to rub Chad's head and neck.
Chad moved eagerly back to the glans and wrapped his full lips around it. He looked up at Mr. X, who nodded in approval. Chad sucked and swallowed as the erect cock slid against his tongue, descending back to his palate, striking his tonsils. Chad's nose was against Mr. X's pubic bone, pausing, sucking, savoring the man's cock. Chad had never felt so comfortable with any other cock. Mr. X's cock was like a missing puzzle piece that completed Chad.
Mr. X grabbed Chad's head and thrust his pelvis repeatedly into the stud's mouth. "Take my cock, you hungry bitch!" he yelled. Mr. X had longed to own Chad for years. He dreamed of the day that Chad would suck his enormous cock. The sexy Brit was overcome and quickly shot his load into the slave's throat.
Warm jets of cum overwhelmed Chad, but he recalled Mr. X's instructions about the importance of swallowing. Chad slurped and devoured the seed, "Mmmmm." He kept his mouth engaged with the Master's cock. Chad wasn't typically a swallower, not in his former life anyway. The cum tasted surprisingly good, slightly salty and metallic. Chad efficiently ingested it, letting the seed swim in his stomach.
"You did well, Chad," Mr. X observed. "You remembered that a faggot always swallows his Master's cum." Chad wasn't sure he liked being called a faggot. Somehow, Mr. X could call him anything, and it sounded like music to Chad's ears.
Mr. X pulled Chad up off his knees and kissed him gently on his lips. Chad blushed at the gentle gesture. He tugged on Chad's cock-cage, feeling the wet precum leaking steadily from the boy. He swatted Chad's bottom playfully and said, "You better sit down and get belted in; we will be landing in a few minutes. I want my newest trophy to be safe and secure. I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to my newest acquisition." Was Chad just a thing to Mr. X? Chad was disappointed by that thought, hoping for some more meaningful relationship than an object and trophy.
The entourage, including Max, Mr. X's right-hand man, clapped, hooted, and hollered at Chad's performance. Chad blushed and flashed his trademark sly grin as he complied with Mr. X's directive and got himself ready for landing.
Chad peered out the window as the chopper approached the tropical island. He could see a few naked men on the beach: swimming, sunbathing, and playing volleyball. There was a huge mansion with expansive grounds. He spied an Olympic-sized pool, at least 2 other smaller pools, a lazy river, a tennis court, and a 9-hole golf course with a driving range. Chad thought the manpower and staff to maintain this setup must be insane. The place looked heavenly to Chad.
Mr. X and his company landed shortly, and his staff was there to greet him. "I trust everything went as expected, Sir," a man addressed him. This man was dark-skinned, with a creole accent. He dressed casually: buttoned-down short sleeve shirt, dress shorts, and slip-on cushioned shoes.
"Yes, Jean-Pierre, all went well," Mr. X replied. "As you will see, my objective of acquiring Mr. Sundberg was successful."
Jean-Pierre admired the naked trophy boy standing idly behind the Master. "I see that, Sir. Congratulations! What are my orders?" he asked.
"Please give Mr. Sundberg a brief tour of the grounds and then escort him to his suite. I'm sure he will need to freshen up and rest for a bit," Mr. X instructed his servant.
"Mr. Sundberg," the Master addressed Chad. "I know that your pussy will yearn incredibly for my cock. The desire will be intense, unlike anything you have ever experienced," The man spoke. "I will make haste soon to quench that desire. My only request for you is to ensure your pussy is clean."
"Yes, Sir," Chad replied. "I understand perfectly." Chad's pharmacy background exposed him plenty to enemas. He knew Mr. X wanted him to cleanse his rectum with one. Chad wished the man would take him right then. His cunt was twitching and needed his Master's cock.
"Good then," Mr. X said. "You will have all of the necessary supplies at your disposal." He leaned in and kissed Chad on his forehead. He could see the longing in Chad's eyes and knew the trophy slave wanted more. Mr. X would keep that longing burning for now. "See you soon," he whispered in Chad's ear.
"Come with me, Mr. Sundberg," Jean-Pierre said. The staff was there to serve all of Mr. X's trophies. Mr. X insisted that his team show the slaves respect at all times. "I hope you love your new home. It's beautiful here," Jean-Pierre boasted.
Chad followed the man as the tour began. "Let's start by showing you one of the beaches, and then we will work our way inward toward the mansion compound." They walked a short distance to a sandy-white beach. Jean-Pierre pointed out some buoys in the distant water. "I know you enjoy snorkeling. Just ensure you stay within those boundaries. With your cuffs and collars, you don't want to experience what will happen to you if you go beyond the markers," the man warned. "It would be deadly. We don't want to lose you. Mr. X would be devastated should anything happen to you." Chad was incredulous to hear the information from the host. Jean-Pierre continued, "All of Master's trophies are cherished possessions."
There were several 'trophy' men on the beach. Chad recognized some of them, all of them gorgeous. Two men approached Chad and Jean-Pierre, and one spoke, "Hello, Jean-Pierre, who is this?"
