James was a man who liked to be in charge. He had certain... refined tastes in his partners. He'd been with many slaves. Tried all kinds. Sometimes for an hour. Sometimes for a week. But they could never cut it in the end.
James had a way of escalating the sex. Making it better and better. More extreme. But in the end, his subs would woos out in fear or they wouldn't be right for James in the long run. Boring after a while. But with this new program, he could create the perfect slave.
There was one boy he'd had his eye on for a long time. Aron. Just the kind of sub James liked the most. They'd chatted online together and Aron had agreed, somewhat tentatively, to meet with James for a drink last month. Only a drink, Aron had emphasized, but James had been sure at the end of the night he'd have the boy in chains and begging for more. Instead, the brat had backed out at the last minute, not even saying anything. Waisting Jame's entire evening waiting at the bar.
With the chronivac, James knew he could simply mold anyone into his ideal slave, body and mind. But once he set his eye on a target, he didn't let go. Besides, Aron needed to be punished. And luckily, Aron had finally gotten back in touch.
His apology, about being a no show at the bar, was nothing more than an off hand remark. He'd wondered if “...maybe, sort of, perhaps they could try meeting up again, or something, please? Just for a drink, of course.”
James strung Aron along, telling him just what he wanted to hear. Only a drink. Jame's would pay for them. No funny business. Just talking. He told the boy exactly what he wanted, making Aron feel safe about it. The trap was set.
James had the settings all ready and prepared on the remote chronivac piece. At the click of a button, Aron would become his perfect slave.
James had already changed himself how he wanted. A sex god. Strong. Tall. Handsome. A huge cock. All of which he already had, but now, even more so. Endurance enough to go all out for hours without tiering. Able to unload multiple times in one setting and still be ready for another round after a quick break. And he was more than ready for his slave now.
Aron stood at the bar when James entered. The boy smiled and waved at him, petulantly demanding a mojito before even saying hi. This was definitely a boy who needed to learn his place. Some hard discipline would fix that. But first, he'd indulge him.
They sat down at a table in the corner of the bar, drinks in hand, while the boy chatted up a storm about things James didn't care about. What a jerk his brother was. How he'd lost his new summer job just for sleeping inn a few times. How he feared his friends might find out he was gay...
James had heard enough. He held out the remote towards Aron. He'd thought long and hard about just what kind of a slave he wanted.
“What's that?” Aron had asked as James clicked the button. The type of slave Aron would be was...