Against every rebellious instinct he had built for 21 years, Hunter moved slowly to the spot, watched by all four other men, and got on his hands and knees.
“Good Hunter. You are going to be these gentleman’s coffee table, their footstool, whatever they want you to be for the rest of the night. Here at the Society, we respect and honor men who have earned their place in the world. You have earned nothing, you deserve nothing. Yet.”
Hunter looked up at Alexander, and in that moment felt a strong pull of ambition. He wanted to be someone, he wanted to be respected and adored. He also wanted to make Dave pay for this humiliation. And if this was the way to achieve that…
“Yes, sir.”
“This one is a quick learner!” said Aaron.
“Quicker than February’s alum anyways.” remarked Spencer.
He felt two pairs of feet rest on his back, one pair on his neck, the other near his ass. Clearly Chris and Aaron had moved their legs while Spencer remained laying between them. The thick smell of their musky feet and the littered beer filled Hunter’s nose.
“I leave him in your more than capable hands. I will be back at midnight.” And with that, Alexander left the room, leaving Hunter to the mercy of the three men.