I tried the door. Not locked. Interesting…

I quietly opened it, drawing my gun as I stepped into the darkened building. I probably should have called for back-up before entering, but it wasn’t really my style. I hadn’t become one of the city’s most successful detectives by waiting around for the laggards back at the precinct. I was barely into my thirties and had already put away more perps than guys twice my age; I didn’t need them telling me how to do my job.  The captain had chewed me out for playing fast and loose with the rules though, so I figured I’d better at least radio in.

“This is Detective Blaze,” I said softly into my radio. “I’m entering a building in connection with the Rassendyl case. I’ll check back in in a few minutes.”
I gave them the address and turned off the radio. That was enough. Besides, this was personal. The mayor himself had asked me to track down his missing son, and I’d promised him I would. I never break a promise, and I wasn’t going to start now.

I was following up my only lead. Michael Rassendyl, the mayor’s son, was in his early twenties, good-looking and wealthy, engaged to a local starlet and with a bright future ahead of him. It made sense to kidnap him, but so far, no ransom demand had been made, no ultimatums delivered.

I’d studied the security footage, and it was strange. Michael had been in a jewellery store buying a gift for his fiancée. The store security camera showed him stepping outside and being approached by a man. They spoke briefly, the man standing close to him. From his posture, Michael initially seemed annoyed, but then slowly relaxed, his shoulders slumping. He nodded several times in response to something the man was saying, then they both turned and walked away. It was hard to tell in the slightly grainy footage, but Michael looked dazed, his movements kind of sluggish. No signs of any kind of violence or coercion though.

I’d pored over footage from other shops nearby, and identified the car they walked to. Again, there didn’t seem to be any kind of struggle or force involved. Michael almost sleep-walked to the car and got in. The man, dark-haired and handsome, from what I could see in the black-and-white, jerky footage, got into the driver’s seat and they pulled away. That had been yesterday morning, and the last time Michael was seen. Not long for a guy to be missing really, but when it was the mayor’s son, the police department moved quickly.

I’d run the man’s image through the computers; nothing. No criminal record. The car was rented but the name and address were fake. However, a routine patrol had flagged the car’s number plate outside a supposedly empty property on the edge of town, and as the officer on the case it had been passed to me.

So here I was. Again, I wondered if I should request back-up. I had no idea what I was walking into. I dismissed the idea once more. If there was anyone here, I wanted to get the drop on them.

The property was large, modern and expensive-looking. According to the data I’d pulled up it had been standing empty for a few weeks without a buyer. I was in a hallway. A doorway looked like it led through to a living room, and I could see light coming through the crack under the door. I moved carefully up to the door, my gun ready.

Turning the handle gently, I pushed the door open very slightly and peered through. I could see an open space, mostly empty, and steps leading up to some kind of mezzanine level. I heard some slight movement somewhere inside and smiled grimly to myself. Someone was here.

I wrenched the door open and rushed through, gun raised. “Freeze! Police!” I stopped in surprise.

The end of the room was set up to host a party, with a long table and chairs. It wasn’t these that brought me up short though.

A man stood facing me, his arms crossed and a sinister smile on his face. He showed no surprise at my sudden appearance, and it occurred to me that I might have tripped some kind of silent alarm as I entered. He had short dark hair and I recognised the man from the camera footage, handsome in a slightly cruel, arrogant-looking way.

It was his clothing that gave me pause though. In the CCTV footage he’d been wearing nondescript, dark clothing, but now he was wearing glossy black vinyl trousers and a sleeveless vest top of the same shiny material, both form fitting and showing off a toned frame and muscular arms. He wasn’t pumped up like a bodybuilder, but he was clearly fit and strong, and even as I stared at his kooky outfit the tactical part of my brain was registering him as a potential physical threat.

“What’s this,” the man said, smiling evilly, his voice deep and soft. “An unexpected guest?”

I trained my gun on him. “Hold it right there buddy,” I said. “You’re under arrest!”

He raised an eyebrow. “You badly misunderstand the situation.” He paused, frowning at me. “You look familiar… Where have I seen you before?” His eyes suddenly widened. “Ah, of course. I’ve seen you on television, getting that award from the mayor. You’re the hotshot detective who rescued those hostages a few weeks ago.”

I smiled confidently. “That’s right. I’m Detective Dan Blaze, and the mayor has asked me to find his missing son. Now where is he, creep?”

“Ah, yes,” he said, “Detective Blaze. The hero cop and rising star of the city police department. I was hoping to meet you at some point, but I never dreamed it would be so soon, or in such a convenient place. Oh, and as for Michael Rassendyl, he’s here. Don’t worry, he’s absolutely fine.”

I blinked in surprise at the sudden confession. I’d expected this to be harder. “Let him go, right now! And tell me your name,” I added. “Let’s see some ID!”
The cruel smile reappeared. “Let him go? I think not. For one thing, he won’t want to leave. For another, you’re going be joining him in a few moments.” 

He started walking slowly forwards, stalking towards me. “As to my name, I’m not yet well-known here, but some people know me as the Enslaver. Don’t bother remembering it. You’ll be calling me ‘Master.’ You see, I’m going to turn you into another devoted, simpering slave and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

The guy sounded crazy, and more than a little perverted. I aimed the gun at him and flicked off the safety. “Don’t move!” 

He ignored me, taking another step forwards, his eyes locked on mine. 

“Don’t fight it, Detective Blaze,” he purred. “Just look into my eyes…”

I stared defiantly at him, my mouth twisting in an incredulous grin. “Really? “Look into my eyes”? What are you going to do, hypno…tise…m…me…?” I was gazing into his eyes, and suddenly found it hard to remember what I’d been saying. At first, I thought his eyes were light brown, but now I realised that the irises were almost golden. They seemed to glow and swirl with an inner light and I felt myself being pulled into them. They were all I could see, the rest of the world dull and muffled as I gazed into those beautiful golden orbs.

I was faintly aware of his predatory smile widening. His eyes seem to grow in my vision, then I realised he was getting closer and closer. My pistol was still in my hand, but I found myself unable to move, transfixed by his gaze. He raised a hand and gently pushed my gun aside, never breaking eye contact.

“That’s good, Detective,” he purred, his voice low and amused. “Just keep staring into my beautiful, controlling, dominating eyes. With every second you spend looking into them you’re falling deeper under my power.”

I was barely aware of the words, just background noise to his eyes, but they gave me pause. Under his power?

“Wh… what are you… doing… to… me…” I managed to grate out, the effort of speaking utterly exhausting as I continued to fall into his eyes.

“I told you; I’m turning you into my eager slave. After all, it’s what you want. The moment you saw me, you fell helplessly in love with me.”

I managed to shake my head slightly, never breaking free of his gaze. “N…noooo… Not… not into men… n…not gay…” It was true. My job left very little time for romance; it was a cliche but I was married to the work. Still though, I was straight as they came. I’d had plenty of girlfriends, some of them pretty serious, before they realised that my career would always come first. I was no homophobe; I was happy for other people to do what they wanted in the bedroom, but personally the idea of actually having sex with another man, or even just of kissing one, was one that disgusted me.

The wolfish smile widened. “Really? I find that hard to believe, Detective, when I make you so incredibly horny.”

I shivered as his words seemed to seep into my brain. I was aware of a growing bulge in my pants and a spreading warmth. I was abruptly aware of how close he was standing to me.

“That’s right,” he purred. “I make you hornier than you’ve ever been in your life. Hornier than you’ve ever felt before. You want me. You crave me.”
I still couldn’t break eye contact, but in my peripheral vision I could see his sexy, strong body, the way the PVC outfit showed off his gorgeous figure. My cock was hard, harder than I could ever remember it. I longed to run my hands over him, but I was still transfixed by his gaze, unable to move.

“Look at you, the big tough detective come to arrest the naughty villain! But you’re not so tough, are you? In fact, you need someone to take control. I know your type, outwardly commanding and strong, but secretly longing for someone to come and force you to submit. That’s right isn’t it, slut? You’re a submissive slaveboy in need of a powerful Master to come and take control?”

His words were slamming into my brain like lead slugs, melting and dissolving and soaking into me. I could feel them settling in my mind and becoming true, but I desperately tried to resist, tried to focus on who I was, and on who HE was. “N…nooo… I… I’m a… a cop. You’re… a… a criminal…”

“You WERE a cop. Now you’re whatever I tell you to be. You’re my devoted, adoring, simpering minion, my plaything, my henchman, my slaveboy. Heh, my henchboy if you will.”

I gritted my teeth, struggling desperately as I felt his words hammer home, each one truer than the last. “Nooooo…” it was pointless, pig-headed denial of the obvious truth, but I still felt like I had to try, even if I couldn’t quite remember why anymore.

He took my face in his hands, his palms warm against my cheeks. I didn’t even try to stop him, shivering with pleasure and arousal at his touch, his beautiful, dominating eyes completely overwhelming me. “Yes, you are. You can’t resist. You don’t want to resist. You’re helplessly, desperately in love with me. You’re a submissive gay slut for me, a slut for the Enslaver. You want to please me. You need to serve me. You ache to obey my every command. You long to submit to me. Pleasing and pleasuring me is all you live for.”

I could feel my will breaking like an almost physical thing. Any pretence at resistance crumbled, and his words washed over me like waves, each one sinking and soaking into my mind.

“You’re my slave,” he said. “My plaything, my devoted minion, my eager, horny, submissive fucktoy. Aren’t you?”

“Yessss…” The word was pulled out of me. Even as I said it, I knew it was the only possible answer. He was so sexy, so powerful, so commanding! I needed him to control me!

“What are you?”

“Y…your…s…slave…” I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation as I heard myself say the words.

“Good boy. And what am I?”

“M…my… Master…” Another flush of delicious shame, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Good slave. You love being hypnotized. You love being enslaved. It feels so good to be a brainwashed fucktoy. Being a hypnotized sex slave feels better than anything you’ve ever done before. Tell me you love being a hypnotized gay fucktoy.”

“I… I l-love being a hypnotized g-g-gay fucktoy…”

“Mmmm… what a good boy!” He suddenly stepped closer and released my face, his arms sliding around my waist. He finally broke eye contact as he pulled me into a kiss. My gun fell to the ground behind him as I put my arms around him and returned it passionately, whining with need as I kissed another man for the first time in my life, aware of the heat of his body and the smell of him and the smooth, shiny PVC of his outfit as I pressed against him. It felt amazing, and I very nearly came just from kissing him.

He abruptly pulled back, leaving me blinking and lightheaded. After a moment I stared at him. “Master…” I fell to my knees. It was barely a conscious decision; it was just the obvious thing to do. The awareness that I was kneeling before another man, calling him Master, and how obviously aroused I was, brought another flood of humiliation. This was a criminal, a perp, the kind of scum I brought in every day, but right now all I wanted to do was kiss him and please him in any way I could.

He smiled wickedly. “Good boy.” He paused. “Ok, little Danny, let’s see exactly what I’ve ensnared. Strip naked.”

“Yes Master!” I immediately pulled off my clothes, almost tearing them in my hurry to obey. It felt so good to do what the Enslaver wanted, so hot to obey his commands. In a matter of seconds, I was standing naked before him, my cock harder than it had ever been before.

He looked me up and down. “Very nice!” he stepped towards me and ran his hands over my chest, my arms, my stomach, my hips, caressing my body. A life fighting crime had left me toned and hardened, and he obviously appreciated it. I shivered in pleasure as his hands roamed over my body, standing submissively as another man fondled me.

“Kneel on the floor and jerk off while you think of ways to please me. I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Yes Master!” I immediately obeyed, a flush of arousal and humiliation and euphoria and shame rushing through me. I wasn’t some submissive bitch, I was the best detective in the department, tough, ruthless, keen… and utterly unable to resist this man’s every command. Hell, I didn’t want to resist his commands. Obeying him felt so good, so hot, so right, and as I started to stroke my achingly hard cock, I began to dream of all the ways he might tell me to serve him. I imagined all the perverted things he would tell me to do, and the eagerness with which I would obey. The idea appalled and terrified and aroused and excited me, and the fact that it aroused and excited me made me even hornier. It felt so good being a brainwashed slave, and knowing that he’d made me feel that way only made it better.

I continued to jerk my cock, getting closer and closer to orgasm when I heard his footsteps behind me.

“Stop, slave.” I immediately obeyed, my arm falling to my side. He walked around in front of me, and I could see him holding something black and shiny.

“Your new uniform, as my henchman and sex slave.” He held up a pair of shiny leather shorts and a collar. “Put them on.”

“Yes Master!” I took them from him, quickly pulling the shorts up. They were tight, smooth, and shiny, and showed off my toned thighs and ass well. A zip ran all the way from front to back. He stepped forward and buckled the collar around my neck. I shivered as he stepped back, looking at me appraisingly, aware that I now looked every inch the sissy leatherboy, and unable to deny how amazing it made me feel.

He saw my reaction and smiled, stepping forwards and gripping my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. I couldn’t repress a moan of desire and pleasure as I plunged back into those beautiful hypnotic orbs.

“You love wearing tight leather clothing,” he said, the words immediately becoming true. “Wearing tight, shiny clothing makes you feel even more submissive, even more obedient, even more horny. Leather and PVC make you feel so sexy and slutty and compliant. You love wearing a collar. You love being a slave, and it turns you on to know that other people can see that you’re nothing but a mindless fucktoy for another man.”

It was true, all of it. I ran my hands over my shorts, and shuddered as I felt how tight and shiny and smooth they felt, clinging to my thighs, buttocks, and achingly hard cock.

I stood to attention (in more ways than one) as he walked around me, looking me up and down. I could feel his eyes on me as an almost physical sensation. Being ogled by another man made me feel so submissive and sexy and horny, and I was ready to do anything the Enslaver commanded. 

He came up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist. “Now to have some fun,” he purred in my ear, making me shudder with arousal. “Kneel again, bitch. Take out your cock and start jerking again, but this time, cross your eyes and stick out your tongue.”

“Yes Master!” I fell to my knees, unzipping the front of my new shorts. I was aware that he was taking out a mobile phone as I freed my fully erect member. I crossed my eyes, sticking out my tongue as I began to jerk again. I heard his phone make a sound and I knew he was filming me. I looked and felt ridiculous, but I was helpless to resist his command, the knowledge that I was utterly humiliating myself just making me feel even hornier as I jerked my rock-hard dick.

He laughed out loud, cruel and mocking, bending down to get a close-up of my face as I continued to masturbate. “Well ‘Detective’, now you look like the dumb slut you are. Maybe I should send this video to your precinct so they can see what an imbecilic cum-dumpster you’ve become.” Suddenly, he paused.

“Wait, stop slave. And put your tongue away.” I immediately obeyed, looking up at him questioningly. “Speaking of your precinct, does anyone else know you’re here, slave?”

“I radioed in my location before I entered the building Master,” I replied, answering without thinking twice.

He walked around in front of me, frowning. “Hmmm, and how long before they send someone to look for you?”

“I don’t know Master, maybe an hour before they start contacting me to find out where I am.”

“And you gave them this address?”

“Yes Master.”

“Hmmm.” He turned and walked over to where my clothes lay in a heap. He picked up my belt and took the radio off it, holding it out to me. “Radio in and tell them it was a dead end. There’s nothing here, and you’re clocking off for the night.”

“Yes Master.” I took the radio from him, and suddenly realised that this was my chance to call for help. I could tell them that the Enslaver was here, that the mayor’s son was here, that he’d done something to me, that I urgently needed back-up.

I don’t know if my expression betrayed my thoughts, but as I raised the radio to my ear, thumb hovering over the button, he stepped up close to me, taking my chin in his hand and once again forcing me to look straight into his eyes.

I let out a small sigh as my will drained into his eyes like water down a drain, experiencing nothing but need and want and love and arousal. His mouth quirked in a small, amused smile. Still staring into his mesmerising eyes, I pressed the button. “This is Detective Blaze,” I said, “the lead was a bust. There’s nothing here, just a dead end. I’m clocking off for the night.” I released the button and my arm fell to my side as I stood, transfixed by his gaze. I was faintly aware that my last chance to escape had just disappeared, and I couldn’t even feel upset. In fact, I experience a surge of happiness at the idea that I could stay with my Master.

The Enslaver grinned. “Good boy.” I shivered at his words of praise standing there in my tight leather shorts and collar. “I think you deserve a reward." He glanced down. "Oh, and put your dick away. For now at least.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I zipped my shorts up over my cock again, shivering as the tight leather sheathed it.

He reached out and clipped a leash to my collar. I felt a thrill of arousal and submission at the sensation of being this man's collared and leashed slaveboy. “Follow me, bitchboy.” He turned, tugging on my leash and walking away. I found my eyes glued to his gorgeous ass.

“Yes Master.”

He led me upstairs to the mezzanine, which was furnished as a bedroom. A figure knelt on the bed, and it took me a moment to recognise Michael Rassendyl. I’d only spoken to the mayor’s son once, at the dinner following the award ceremony, and he’d struck me as an arrogant, entitled prick. Blonde, undeniably handsome, and handed everything in life on a platter from the moment he was born. Now, all the arrogance and confidence had been drained away, to be replaced with an expression of dreamy, submissive bliss. He was staring into space, and didn’t react as we entered, apparently lost in some hypnotic trance. He was dressed just like me, in tight leather shorts and a collar, and my cock twitched at the thought that we were both Master’s uniformed slaveboys. The bulge in the front of his shorts showed that while he might be in a trance, he was still incredibly aroused.

“On your knees slut.”

“Yes Master.” I knelt.

“Look Mikey,” he said. “You’ve met Detective Blaze?”

Michael twitched, blinked and gave Master a sappy, adoring smile, before glancing at me. “Yes Master,” he said, the arrogant voice I remembered soft and submissive.

“Detective Blaze came to rescue you.”

He blinked and looked confused. “Rescue me, Master?”

The Enslaver smiled wickedly. “Don’t worry, the detective and I had a chat, and now he’s realised that he’d much rather join my harem of leather-clad fucktoys.” I shivered at the description, the humiliation of his words turning me on even more.

He turned to me. “And you don’t want to arrest me anymore do you my little slut?”

“No Master,” I replied fervently.

“In fact, you’re going to help me take over the city, aren’t you?”

A tiny part of my mind was yelling, screaming that I was a cop and that I’d sworn to protect the city and its people from criminal scum just like this perverted freak. That tiny voice was utterly drowned out though by the arousal and lust and servile, slutty, needy, obedient submissiveness that he had filled me with. “Yes Master,” I said, and I could hear my own voice, once stern and hard and commanding, a voice that froze criminals in their tracks, now obsequious and submissive, robbed of all strength, confidence, control and authority.

“Good boy.” My cock throbbed at the praise as he sneered down at me. “As your reward, I’m going to let you suck me off while Mikey here watches.”

My eyes widened. “Thank you Master!”

He laughed. “See Mikey? Tough, heroic Detective Blaze came here to arrest me and save you, but now he’s just another eager little cocksucker.”

“Yes Master,” Michael replied. “Every man in the city should be your cock-sucking slut.”

“That’s right,” The Enslaver smiled. He turned back to me.

“Crawl here, Slave.”

“Yes Master!” I sensed that he wanted me to act like the sexy little slut I now was, and I crawled slowly forwards, staring up at him, relishing the feeling of submission and humiliation and arousal as I crawled to another man’s feet. I stopped, staring up at him.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Slave?”

“I…” I hesitated. A tiny part of me was still fighting; that part of me that only a short while ago had been a tough, ruthless cop, not to mention one-hundred percent straight, was still struggling. Suck another man’s cock? No!

The Enslaver grinned. “I’m actually impressed, Danny-slut. You’re a tough nut to crack.” He reached down and grabbed my chin, forcing me to stare again into his eyes. I didn’t resist; I barely even wanted to, diving back into that gorgeous gaze, and allowing it to burn away the very last vestiges of my free will.

“You are my eager, obedient little cockslut.”

“Yessss…”

“You are my adoring gay fuckpuppet.”

“Yes!”

“You are my simpering, submissive, cock-craving, leather-loving little bitch, and you adore me with every fibre of your being.”

“Yes Master!”

He suddenly released me, leaving me light-headed and breathless from the intensity of his hypnotic gaze. “Now let’s try that again. “Do you want to suck my cock, slave?” 

“Yes Master! Please Master!” This time there was no question, and my mouth watered at the idea of his cock.

“Even though I’m a criminal?”

“Yes Master! I don’t care about that anymore!”

“Heh. Even though you’re ‘not gay’?”

“Yes Master! I’m gay for you Master! Please let me suck your cock!” I was aware of Michael watching all of this. The man I’d sworn to rescue, the man I’d come here to find. Instead, I was joining him in sexual slavery.

“You’re my eager little cock-sucking boyslut aren’t you?”

“Yes Master! Thank you for turning me into your cock-sucking boyslut Master!”

He grinned. “You’re very welcome. Well, I guess I’m convinced.” With that he unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his already hard member, and I moaned at the sight of it. I heard Michael sighing happily, and guessed that he had already worshipped Master’s dick several times since his capture. Now it was my turn, and my mouth watered.

“Ok, Detective Blaze, worship your Master’s cock.”

“Thank you, Master!” I practically lunged forwards, taking his cock into my mouth as deep as I could. I moaned with pleasure as I wrapped my lips round it and licked my tongue up its length and started moving my head up and down. There was now no part of me left free from the Enslaver’s hypnotic domination to marvel or recoil at the fact that I was on my knees sucking a criminal’s cock, wearing nothing but skimpy leather shorts and a collar. My mind was filled with pleasure and euphoria, my body burning with desire and arousal as I eagerly worshipped my Master’s cock.

“Mmmm… good boy…” Master purred, putting his hands on either side of my head. “Mikey, why don’t you get over here, and help explain to Dannyslut how things are going to be from now on?”

“Yes Master!” I heard Michael getting off the bed, but didn’t turn to look, completely focused on the Enslaver’s manhood. Michael came round behind me, kneeling as I continued to service our owner. He pressed up against me, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, the leather of our shorts sliding against each other as he ground against me from behind. He put his arms around my waist, his naked chest against my bare back.

“You’re not a cop anymore” he purred into my ear as I bobbed my head up and down. His voice was filled with the fervent fanaticism of a convert. 

“You’re just like me, a loyal, devoted plaything for our Master to use in any way he wanted.”

“Yegh…” I agreed around our Master’s cock.

“It’s so hot being a slave,” he murmured, and so hot watching Master turn you into one too. I could see you both, and I knew exactly what was going to happen to you, and it was the sexiest thing ever watching you get turned from a mean cop into a grovelling boy-whore.” As he spoke he started griding against me, humping me from behind as I continued to worship the Enslaver with my mouth. I moaned and started grinding back, pushing my ass against his groin, more turned on than I’d ever been before.

The Enslaver was listening in silence, but I could almost hear the grin on his face as his slaves humped each other.

“Master is going to use us to take over the city,” Michael told me. “He’s already told me that I’m going to betray my friends and family to him, and I can’t wait! Handing him my Dad, my friends, my fiancée, anyone he wants, is going to feel almost as good as sucking his cock.” He moaned, the mere thought apparently bringing him close to orgasm, thrusting himself harder again me, his erection rock-hard inside the tight leather shorts and pressing into my crack. I moaned too, grinding back against him while I continued to worship Master with my lips and tongue and throat.

“And he’s going to use you to bring down the police,” he continued. “You’re going to betray everything and everyone you ever held dear, and when you’re done, he’ll let you suck his dick in front of everyone to thank him for the opportunity.”

“Yeghhh!” I moaned around Master’s cock, sucking and licking faster and faster, grinding back against Michael harder.

“Good little sluts,” Master growled, gripping my head as he continued to fuck my face.

“Thank you Master!” Michael grinned. “Your sluts live to please you.” I moaned wordlessly, so turned on I could barely form a single coherent thought. Michael reached around and unzipped the front of my shorts. My achingly hard cock sprang out once more, and he gripped it with his hand and started to jerk it, matching the speed of my head as it bobbed up and down and Master’s gorgeous dick.

I heard Master’s breathing getting faster, and suddenly his grip tightened, holding my head in place as his hips jerked and he began fucking my face in earnest. Michael’s hand pumped my cock in time, and I started to move my hips too, fucking his hand while he continued to grind against me, his cock hard inside his tight leather shorts. All three of us moved faster and faster, gasping and moaning. Suddenly, with a growl, Master came in my mouth, gripping my head hard and holding me motionless as he shot his load. A split-second later, I came too, the orgasm more intense than anything I’d ever felt before, blasting through me, electrifying me, so powerful that I nearly blacked out.

I sank back on my heels, Master’s dick sliding out of my mouth, all three of us breathing heavily, and I felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought that I’d made my Master come. Michael leaned in and kissed my neck just above my collar. “I told you you’d love being a slave…” he murmured in my ear.

“Good boys,” Master purred, smiling down at us as he zipped up his pants. We beamed up at him, collared, submissive and adoring. “Now then,” he continued, “we're expecting some more guests this evening, and you're going to help welcome them.” He grinned. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Yes Master!” My voice joined Michael’s in chorus, and kneeling before the criminal I’d come to stop, alongside the man I’d come to rescue, ready to betray everything I’d ever believed in for the chance to suck my Master’s cock again, I couldn’t ever remember feeling so happy.

To be continued...