Oscar's fist moved abruptly, hitting the kneeling jock and sending him to all fours. Boy, freed from the massive meat blocking his air supplies, didn't even complain. He started coughing and spitting long threads of saliva that filled places where only air should be going. Matthew, who was watching this, could definitely relate. His own throat was sore as well, just like it was expected after sudden invasion of such huge monster.
"I've felt this fucker's teeth," Oscar explained his aggression and then he slapped David's head again. "You're lucky there's no blood, as you would be on the way to a hospital by now," he added, carefully checking his huge dick, holding it up with only his index finger. Matt figured he refused to hold it firmly with his entire hand, due to his dick being covered with a thick layer of disgusting, slimy saliva from their throats, that was now dripping on the floor. "Get his ass ready."
"Come on, boy," master Goldman turned his focus to the kneeling Matthew, gesturing him to stand up and come closer. Matthew obeyed, intimidated by Oscar's anger. Goldman invited boy into his hand and pointed on David's ass. "Spread his cheeks and dive deep with your tongue, come on."
"What...?" asked Matt, surprised.
"Lube him up. And better do a good job, because he will be lubing you up later. Oscar's dick is not your user-friendly butt plug, it's a fucking dragon dildo."
"Seriously, Frog, stop advertising my dick like a sex shop toy." Oscar shook his head in disapproval.
Matthew got closer to David, who was still lying on the floor. He awkwardly patted guy's foot, to somehow approach this weird situation. Jock looked at him with red eyes, still choking a bit.
"No fucking way, that creepy faggot is not going to touch me!" he protested, almost immediately.
"Honestly, your choice, mate." Oscar shrugged. "To be honest, struggle does sell better." Club's boss made Matthew move and slapped David's ass cheek. "Up, buddy. We will do it doggy style."
"Nooo... listen, I can pay you. I have some money, I could get another job, maybe..."
"Sponsors in our club will pay us much more for turning you into a nice fuckhole," master Goldman responded.
Finally, reminded about spicy blackmail material, Dave offered his ass to Oscar. With pure fear in his eyes, he was trying to look back. Oscar placed his huge meat rod against his hole and let's just say it was a battering ram completely inadequate in size to the doors it was supposed to break. Oscar applied pressure and it just wouldn't go in, which made David gasp in pain.
"Wait!" he squealed. "I changed my mind, I want to be lubed up."
"You've made your decision, boy. Now you will enjoy every painful second of it," master Goldman said firmly.
But it seemed like Oscar had different idea in mind, as his monster cock has withdrawn for now.
"Kneel and beg me," club's boss demanded. "But no longer with your bratty attitude. I want to see respect in your eyes, a realization that you've lost and we're your superiors now."
Matthew's cock was throbbing again and even his sore throat couldn't ease it. He wished he was bratty and rebellious from the start, to deserve this treatment. David, completely red on his face, knelt in front of Oscar, looking up at him, with pathetic puppy eyes full of fear.
"Please... sir. Don't do this to me," jock whispered, beaten and desperate.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't make me take that monster cock when I'm dry... sir," he added that "sir" after a moment of hesitation. Oscar was silent. "Please, master. I'm sorry for my behavior. I understand now that I'm your bitch." Oscar was smirking down at him, still silent. Dave clearly didn't know what he was expecting him to say, so he just kept flooding him with all humiliating things that were coming to his head. "I promise to be good. I beg you..."
Oscar placed his heavy meat on David's face, clearly using it as a dickrest. Few drops of drying saliva dropped on his nose and cheek.
"Matthew, rim his asshole," Oscar finally made his mind. Master Goldman and him were laughing for a while in amusement. "Know my generosity, boy."
Split with his dickrest, Oscar sat on a bench. Horny and submissive Matt was more than pleased to finally dive between Dave's ass cheeks. First thing that he noticed: master Goldman didn't do a very good job shaving him, his ass crack was full of small, but noticeable hair that he didn't fully get. Second thing he noticed came with his nose: even though David was mostly clean, the musky stink of sweat could already be detected. It made Matt's dick only twitch harder, as he gave his hole a quick lick with his filthy mouth. What was driving Matthew insane right now, was the thought that saliva was one of the shittiest lubricants possible and yet they still used it to fool David into obedience. Self-destructive in nature, Matt wanted to be exploited in a similar way, that would prioritize somebody's base needs over his dignity.
"Look at that excitement." Master Goldman squatted to grab Matthew's fully erect, red and veiny cock. He started stroking it gently, like a farmer milking a cow. "He has a pretty nice dick for a slave."