Davis' wrist buzzed. He gave Madi a helpless look before turning his wrist back. On the display, a new application was being installed against his will. He didn't know anything about it expect its name: HunterNet Slave Control System.
His eyes instantly blurred as he saw the download complete in a matter of seconds, overwriting his previous life with a new one.
“Just a little thing to help you along,” whispered Asher. His cock throbbed deep inside Davis' ass.
Davis sobbed. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. “W-Why? Why couldn't we just have… just had fun?” He tried to turn to look at Asher, but the other man tightened his grip around his throat. Davis gulped, feeling the grip holding him tight. “You didn't have to do that.”
The powerful fingers dug into the side of the slender man's neck. “Yes, I did. Because I'm going to fuck every God-damned hole in your sexy body—”
He drove his hips hard into Davis' buttocks, pushing the slender man up on his toes.
Davis gasped, his body shuddering with fear and anticipation. He remembered the brutality of the scene in the video from earlier that night, it was terrifying but also awe-inspiring.
“—and on Monday morning, you are going to have the single…”
His hot breath washed over Davis' ear. It was hot, like a predatory about to strike.
“… greatest…”
Davis' wrist vibrated as the slave operating system has finished installing. He stared at it, sobs rising in his throat even as his cock grew harder.
“… fuck of your life. I promise you, it will be also your last.”
Tears rolled down Davis' cheeks. He shook his head. “Please don't, please don't do this. I'll be good.”
“Of course you'll be good.” He stroked Davis's side. “You are going to be my personal cunt this weekend. Otherwise, I'm going to purchase that little Latino pussy that waved to you. Do you think she can make it to Monday morning before I gut her?”
He turned looked across the space of the dance floor. Madi stood only a few meters away shaking like a leaf and almost as pale as Davis. Her grip on her two lovers had grown slack, they had continued to work their bodies in time with the music while she remained still.
She looked at Davis, her wide eyes glistening with her emotions. Her full lips whispered “no” even though no noise rose above the pounding beat. She took a step back.
Davis closed his eyes tightly, the tears squeezing out from his eyes. “No. Not her.”
“Well, then are you going to be a good little slave for me?” Asher's fingers relaxed as he strokes Davis' throat, gently pushing it up until the new slave stared at the ceiling. He continued to whisper in his ear. “Will you?”
Davis already knew that he was doomed. He couldn't bring Madi into it. “Y-Yes.”
“Good, now I want you to slid that tight little ass of yours off my dick, get on your knees, and clean me off with that pretty mouth of yours.”
The words sank in. Davis gasped as a wave of disgust filled him. He could feel the hard cock still buried in his ass. He had cleaned himself out before heading into town, it was as clean he could get it. However, the entire length of the massive cock was buried balls deep in his clenching asshole.
Davis whimpered and he shook his head.
Asher's grip tightened and his voice hardened, “I'm going to give you to the count of ten. If your lips aren't wrapped around the base of my cock, I'm going to make her do it.”
“Really?”
“One.” His hand loosened around Davis' neck.
“Please don't—”
“Two. Get on your fucking knees,” came the order.
Davis' wrist buzzed. A display flashed on the corner of his vision, “Correction in five seconds.”
“It's going to shock you. Three.”
With a sinking sensation, Davis knew he didn't have a choice. For all his looks and the heady rush of being fucked on the dance floor, there was a cruel hardness underneath. With a groan, he lifted himself up his heels. At the same time, he began forward and pulled himself off the hard shaft that filled his insides to the brim.
It felt as good sliding out as it did going on. The thick shaft dragged along the sensitive nerves of his body. Each ridge and bump brought little shudders of pleasure coursing through his frame. He hesitated at the end, with only the thick girth of Asher's cock head filling him.
His new master planted his other hand on Davis' hip. “You can fuck me all you want.” He drove his hips back into Davis, sliding the thick member back into the cum-slicked opening. “But I'm still going to make your friend choke on my cock if you don't get your lips on it.”
Davis moaned and pulled himself off.
When the thick head popped out of his tightly stretched opening, a flood of cum poured out. It splashed on his inner thighs and ran down both. He could feel the wet splatters hit the ground between his legs. The emptiness brought a pang of sadness as he wanted to feel it driving back in.
But he had to obey, not only for himself but to save Madi. He fought back his revulsion as he turned around and dropped to his knees. Looking up, he looked at the dripping length of Asher's cock.
Asher's lips moved inaudibly in the music. “Five”
With tears in his eyes, Davis crawled forward. He brought his mouth up to the cock and took a deep breath. The sharp smell of cum flooded his nostrils along with the familiar musk of his own body. His imagination filled the rest of the details, something he didn't want.
“Six.”
Opening his painted lips, he took the cock into his mouth. It was already growing hard, prying his lips as he clamped them around the hot length.
His stomach clenched.
Davis looked up but there was no compassion in Asher's eyes, only a hard lust of power. He had hoped there was something that he could beg for, but it wasn't going to be then.
He shoved his lips down on the shaft, bobbing up and down on the hard cock with hard movements. The taste flooded his mouth but he concentrated on the familiar flavors of cum and tried to let it overcome the other scents. At least that was a happy taste, one that he had enjoyed more than once.
It almost worked.
Fear kept him moving.
Davis reached up to grab the muscular buttocks of the man who had ruined his life and thrust harder, pulling himself as much as he was impaling his lips on the hard length. It slid easily into the back of his throat. When it tickled his gag reflex, he relented for a moment and took a deep breath.
“Seven, cunt. All the fucking way down.”
Davis looked up and took another moment to steel himself. He then shoved his mouth down, ramming Asher's cock deep into the back of his throat. He gulped as he did. It didn't shove down but he couldn't to give back. He pulled back and then slammed home again, hammering the cock against his throat with growing desperation.
His lips strained around the thick rod. The taste flooded his mouth but desperation drove him. He rammed the cock deeper into his mouth, gulping at the same time.
With a sickening slide, it speared his throat. It would have been a beautiful thing promising a week of pleasure and fucking. But the danger looming over him was impossible to forget; he could see his wrist flashing red as a reminder.
Davis' cock grew thicker and harder. No matter how much he was terrified, there was something about having something thick shoved into his throat and cutting off his breath. The heady rush of asphyxiation and the growing burn of his lungs brought a surge of lust.
Trembling, he reached up and grabbed Asher's buttocks with both hands. His fingertips dug into the muscular cheeks. With a shuddering gasp, he rammed his mouth onto the cock, rocking it back and forth as centimeter after centimeter slid into his gullet.
When his lips ground against base, he felt an intense wave of excitement and lust. It felt good to be dominated by the cock, to be forced to choking himself.
“Clean it,” Asher demanded.
Davis slathered his tongue, forcing himself to suck and lick the hardness that pried open his mouth and strained his lips. He bobbed and pulled back, leaving the glistening shaft clean of everything but saliva.
His lungs burned but he was afraid that Asher was going to purchase Madi anyways. He worked the shaft carefully, bobbing back and forth until his tongue couldn't taste anything else.
When the head finally popped out of his lips, he gasped for breath. Tears ran down his cheeks as he drew air into his aching lungs.
Asher patted his head. “That's a good slave.”
Davis glanced over his shoulder. Madi was gone. He was sad that she had fled but at the same time more than glad that she got away. He couldn't save himself but he could save her. Maybe she would make good on her teasing and take care of his father.
Sniffing, he looked up at the dominating man.
“Come on, let's move this to my hotel room.”
Davis shuddered, his cock achingly hard as he struggled to his feet to obey his new master.