"-I had a better life!"
The coin landed tails-up in hand.
Out of nowhere, an stereotypical masked robber held a gun to Paul's head, the coin failing to drop in an odd act of palm sticking.
"Your money or your life!" he started.
"I'm broke and got kicked out of my apartment." Paul said. "You're the fourth guy to pull this today."
"Sucks to be you bitch, your life it is." the robber said, anticlimactically pistol-whipping him.
Paul blacked out comically fast.
-
He woke up naked and dazed on a ratty couch, the voice from earlier calling out "Sold!" to a naked hulking redhead neckbeard of a man who smelled suspiciously good. A dick the size of a soda bottle was already erect and pointing at him, with the owner breathing very heavily. The coin of Arzu sat on the table.
"Ah, dude's finally up." the robber said, somehow even more nondescript and vague unmasked, like it was impossible to see his face properly. "There are certain things I'm not allowed to talk about, but to the out of shape silver fox on the couch: you've been drugged, and drugged a lot. Physiological addiction to semen and the musk of this dude, some hypnosis in your sleep to be a submissive bitch."
With a vague waving gesture, the robber called out to the larger man. "Introduce yourself, dude."
"I'm Angus Keathson. Call me Master." the offending fat fuck introduced himself, leering at Paul.
Paul didn't introduce himself with words, feeling an incredible urge to suck dick. Fitting Angus' oversize boner in his mouth was difficult but managed.
"I think I'll just call you slave for now." Angus said, grabbing Paul's head to slow down the overeager older man. "So this is my house, you're gonna live in this basement. Bathroom's over there, this is your bed, I'll bring you food, don't think about escaping. We don't wear clothes here unless we have to. There's enema kits and sex toys in the bathroom, so keep your hole ready for Master. Uh...watch TV or exercise or something while you wait. Don't mess with the code lock to get upstairs. I'll let you out when I'm confident in Anachitis' promises."
The nondescript (or perhaps indescribable?) robber chuckled to himself nefariously and said "I'll show myself out." while leaving the room.
"Bye, weird Anachitis guy." Angus said more or less as an afterthought, strangely unable to latch onto that manifestation as anything more than someone he'd paid to get his fantasies fulfilled.
Paul was inexperienced at giving blowjobs but made up for it in passion, and Angus came vigorously. Paul lapped up as much as he could get before sprawling on the couch as if being used and left be was the most natural thing in the world. Angus nudged him aside and muttered something about 'really effective training' before taking up a substantial amount of couch space himself. Paul made a vague whining moan and started sniffing at Angus' nearby armpit.
Angus grumbled and turned on the TV to some irrelevant daily drama or other, enjoying Paul being a persistent fixture of personal space.
In some unnecessarily bright scene or other, the coin of Arzu gleamed.