They continued through the woods, which grew sparser and sparser, until they entered the estate grounds. A round glade surrounded a mansion, which stood majestic and proud.
They rolled up to the building, looking completely out of place in the surrounding land. Once again Hunter was reminded of the Ancient Roman section of the museum, this time of the depiction of emperor’s palaces. Luca parked along a circle drive and opened Hunter’s door. “Out you go.” Hunter felt uncomfortable leaving the safety of the car so exposed, but didn’t see any other choice. He stepped out of the car, this time covering his crotch with both his hands. In his nerves, his cock hung limp and feeble. Luca beckoned Hunter to follow him up the polished steps and through the impassive doors. Inside felt much more modern than the exterior, albeit still extravagant. They stood in an entrance hall, with doors on either side, spiral staircases leading up to a second floor, and a set of double doors straight ahead. Luca turned left and led Hunter through the first door. As they walked down the side hall, Hunter could hear the sound of a tv playing a football game, further reassuring him they had not been transported back in time.
They entered into a comfortable office, an ornate chair sitting behind an oak executive desk. It reminded Hunter of the principal’s office, except there were no chairs in front of the desk. “Do as I do.” Luca moved in front of the desk, turned to face the door, bowed his head, put his arms behind his back, and kneeled. Hunter moved next to Luca, but refused to bow or kneel. How stupid do you have to be to bow to an empty room? And even if there were someone there, no way in hell am I kneeling to some freak in this place. He was half expecting Luca to insist, but the manservant didn’t move from his position. The anticipation built in Hunter’s chest, and he was about to make a snappy retort to Luca about keeping guests waiting when the door in front of them opened.
Hunter expected some black-suited executive, or ornately decorated prince. Either felt possible in this weird place. Instead, standing in front of him was what he could only describe as the ultimate daddy – wearing only gym shorts, shoes, and a golden chain on his neck so thick it clinked with every movement. He was 6’3″ tall, with a close cropped black beard streaked with white, a shaved head, and piercing blue eyes. His lips were firm and set in a line. Moving his eyes further down the man’s body, Hunter saw it just got better. His pecs portruded over his belly, large and muscular, all covered in sweat and hair. Small tufts peeked from between his beefy biceps and his side. Hunter’s eyes were drawn to the shorts. Another small tuft of hair crept above the waistband. Even though the shorts were baggy, a conspicuous bulge crept from the waistline almost to the hem of the pants. His beefy legs were also shiny with perspiration.
“Apologies for the delay, I hit a new PR on the treadmill today and am running behind.” His voice was impossibly deep and soft, a growl that sent tingles down Hunter’s spine. “You must be Hunter. I am Master Alexander.” He eyed Hunter from head to toe, an appraising eyebrow raised.
“Please forgive me Sir, I told the boy to follow my lead,” Luca spoke to the floor, still kneeling and head bowed.
“It’s understandable Luca. He is new to our customs, but he will learn, like all the others. You may stand.” “Yes, sir, thank you.” Luca swiftly got to his feet, keeping his arms clasped behind his back, his feet planted shoulder-width apart, and he gazed longingly at his master. “Now, Hunter, before we can proceed with introductions, I must correct your manners. Hands behind your back.”
Hunter’s gaze of awe turned to indignation. “You’re psycho if you think I’m gonna obey a f-” SMACK The crack of Alexander’s palm against Hunter’s cheek clapped across the room. Hunter reeled back and almost toppled on the paper-strewn desk, catching himself on the edge. What the h-
“Your greeting posture was forgivable, and you will learn, but I will never tolerate disrespect towards myself or any other of your superiors. I am sure Luca was pleasant with your childish outbursts on the journey here, despite being your superior, but you will find no harder instructor than me. Lesson number one: When I give a command, you say ‘Yes sir.’ There is no no when I am concerned. You will obey me and thank me for it. This may seem harsh, but you are of course here of your own free will. If you are unwilling or unable to follow my commands, I have no problem sending you back to the LA County jail system where you will no doubt be treated as a precious piece of meat by the inmates. Do you understand?”
Hunter was seething. He had never been hit before, even by Dave. Who does this piece of shit think he is? But his cheek stung, and he didn’t want to feel that pain again, so he replied, “Yes, sir,” trying to put as much hate in the word sir as possible. If it keeps me out of jail…
Alexander beamed. “Excellent! Now assume the same position as Luca. From here on, when you are waiting for me to enter a room, you will bow. When I allow you to rise, you will stand with your arm behind your back, your legs spread, and your head bowed unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?” Hunter was breathing heavily now. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, what are you waiting for boy?” Being called boy by Alexander send another shiver down Hunter’s spine, and he couldn’t tell if it felt good or bad. Slowly, he righted himself from the desk, walked next to Luca, and spread his legs shoulder-width apart. He bowed his head, and finally clasped his hands behind his back, fully exposing himself in defeat. His cock was soft and hung limply over his balls.
“What do you know, Luca, we have another quick learner!” Luca laughed at this jab. “I am glad to see you corrected so quickly. It’s my experience that bad boys such as yourself tend to be much weaker-willed than they appear. That’s why you are such an excellent candidate for this program.” I’ll show you how bad I can be, if I can ever get you in a room alone. But Hunter knew subconsciously the threat was toothless. Alexander was at least twice is size and half a foot taller. It’d take a lot of luck to overpower him. Master Alexander moved behind the desk and sat down comfortably in his armchair. Luca turned to face him, and Hunter followed his lead, his cheeks flush with anger and humiliation.
“Luca, service me while I speak to Hunter. Hunter, you may look at me.” Master Alexander pulled his shorts off, and Luca crawled under the table. Hunter couldn’t see Alexander’s crotch from his position, he could only see Luca’s ass and feet poking out from his side of the table and Alexander’s seated torso, but soon heard a sucking and slurping sound that reminded him of his time with Henry. At least I’ll never stoop that low. Hunter held his head up proudly and stared Alexander defiantly in the eyes, trying to not let the seductive gulping sound draw his eyes down again. Master Alexander sighed and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes for a second. Then he slowly opened his eyes and addressed Hunter. “No doubt you know the quick version of why you are here. The clean version. You need reform, you are a menace to society, and so on. The truth is, you are here to discover how the world really works and where you fit in it.” The slurping noises continued, followed by a gagging noise as Luca drove his master’s cock further into his throat. “Put simply, not everybody is meant for greatness. There are some of us, such as myself, that are masters. Titans of industry, politics, arts, and so on. We are rare. And then there are… the others. Men who leech on others, who achieve little change in the world. Men who need greater men to guide them, mold them, and own them. Servants.” He looked at Hunter with a smile. “Can you guess which you are?” He grunted and began thrusting harder under the desk. The gagging grew louder and Hunter saw Luca’s toes curling and uncurling with pleasure.