{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.
Matt reached for the key instinctively, but Ethan backed his hand, getting serious.
"Unfortunately, it's not that easy," he said, discreetly looking around. "I can open your cage, but I'll have to handcuff your hands behind your back first."
Boy looked at him, surprised.
"Why...?"
"I don't know, that's their rules. Probably to prevent you from masturbating. In the app you're tagged as 'boy for edging', so they probably want to make you really sensitive that way."
"You saw my profile in that Naughty Pleasure Market app?" Matt asked, feeling as his face is burning in shame. "Could... could I see it?"
"My phone is charging, man. Either way, I saw what Oscar was doing with you." Ethan stepped towards Matthew and lifted slave boy's chin with his fingers, forcing eye contact. "Matt, you have to tell me now. Without bullshitting. Are you enjoying what they're doing to you, or should I get you out... I don't know, even today?"
Matthew looked away, again feeling how his face starts blushing. How was he supposed to be honest, when it meant admitting to his best friend that's he's a filthy, horny slut who wants to get fucked by multiple randoms?
"I'm... having lots of fun," Matt finally found the right words. "When you've said I might be enjoying it, I got mad, but... you were ultimately right. I'm clearly fucked up in the head, because I like how they treat me like shit. I love to treat them back with toxic level of respect, that makes even my brain shake head in disapproval. I also love worshipping guys who manipulate me or push me into traps. Are you freaked out...?"
But in this moment, Ethan hugged him again and even landed a sweet kiss on boy's forehead. Only this time Matthew was conscious enough to enjoy this hug, to feel up Ethan's bigger body and to smell the scent of his cologne.
"I always knew you are a sub guy... you agreed to do way too many chores just because I smiled at you." Matthew's heart melted with happiness. It felt like a second coming out, but this time, as a slut. And this time Ethan didn't disappoint him with intolerance either. "In that case, let's celebrate it by opening your cock cage."
Matt looked at the pair of real handcuffs that he pulled out of a drawer and frowned.
"I'm not sure if I want to," he said, touching his cage. "Being free from this cage would be nice even for a moment, but it will just cause frustration to get hard and not cum."
Ethan raised his eyebrows, confused.
"But of course you will cum. More than once, hopefully. That's the point."
"How am I supposed to cum with hands behind my back?"
"With these pair..." He showed Matthew his own, manly hands with long fingers. "Don't worry, I jerked off my dick countless of times, I'm a pro by now; you can rest easy and rely on my experience," he assured with a smile.
"You would really do this for me?" Matthew bit his lip, trying to think straight, especially now, when Ethan's thinking was so far from straight.
"Of course I would. You're my bro and you're in weird situation."
