"I wish...I wish for you to be my master. I wish for you Dustin to my raison d´ętre, I wish for you to be the man of the house, the Alpha Male...my Alpha Male. I wish to be your servant and please as you ever want" Ty whispered. Something around him changed, maybe it was the air pression or just the magic involving him and Dustin.
Ty looked up; his master had a douchebag's grin while he scratched his beard while looking right back at him.
"Good boy, Ty. Deep you always wanted this didn't you? You always wanted it."
Ty shyly nodded.
"Can I do something for you master? Is your body of your taste, the food, clothing..."
"The body is great" Dustin said cutting him and looking at his muscles. "I'll ask something if I need it."
And thus he turned his back on Ty, grabbed his slice of cake and went to the living room where he left himself fall on the couch. He lifted his feet and layed them on the table. Sometime after he called Ty.
"Yes, master?" Ty asked softly.
"You have a pair of sweaty feet to clean with your tongue..."