Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2022 14:36:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Flipping Top Man Thomas - installment 1 (authoritarian)

"Superior Studs, this is Malcolm speaking.  How may I help you?" "It's
Reggie Castor, Malcolm."
"Yes, Mr. Castor.  We haven't seen you for a while.  How can we help
you?"
"I'd like a boy tonight - or more properly a man. "
"Your usual Sir?  Frankie?"
"Actually, Malcolm, I wanted something different tonight."
"Very well, we specialize in special requests.  What would you like Sir?"
"Business executive.  Full smells and bells so to speak."
"Dress slacks, Sir?  Proper shirt?  Proper necktie?  Groomed?"
"Spot on as usual Malcolm. "
"If I recall, Mr. Castor, you like your escorts to dress in form fitting
clothing."
"Right again."
"Very well.  Please assume that we can handle your request.  If we
cannot, I'll let you know within an hour."
"Thank you Malcolm.  I'll be there at 8pm"
Reggie, or "Reginald" as he was known to most of the world, made a lot of
money, and he spent a lot of it.  If he liked something, he was willing
to pay the price.  That's why when he  wanted sexual release, he went to
"Superior" as everyone in his circle called it.  "Superior Studs", one of
the classiest escort services in the business.

Malcolm put down the phone and sighed.  He had the perfect escort for
this favored client:  Thomas Cross.  Thomas was not a kid:  he was maybe
35.  Dirty blond hair.  A small beard.  Hairy.  And built.  Not like a
muscle head, but REAL muscles: the kind you get from working, not
lifting.  Thomas had a face that had two expressions:  neutral and a
scowl.  He used them on  his clients, who wanted the 6'2" Adonis to top
them, dominate them, abuse them.   "Tom the Top" was what they called him
around the "house."
"Tom the Top."  Would he turn for Reggie?   Malcolm called him to
discuss.

"Yes?"  was how Thomas answered the phone.
"Thomas? Malcolm here.  I want to ask if you can, well, slip out of role
for me tonight."
"Slip out of role?  What did you have in mind?"
"Well.... could you...  bottom?  Maybe even sub?"
Malcolm had to move the phone away from his ear because Thomas' laughter
was so deep and so loud.
"GOOD APRIL FOOL JOKE STUD.  HAW HAW HAW."
"Uh, Thomas, it's not a joke.  One of the company's best clients called
with a scene in mind and... you'd be the perfect one."
"Describe the scene to me."
As Malcolm recounted it, Thomas began playing with himself through his
jock.  He had just come back from the gym, and he had gotten out of his
clothes as quickly as he could.  He had showered, but he was sweating
again.  He liked the scene, but.
"That's fucking hot.  DAMN I can't remember the last time I wore a tie."
"Then you'll do it?"
"Well.... maybe.  I need a few things.  First, any way I can see who the
guy is? "
"Uh, sure.  Let me get you some photos.  He's actually fairly well known.
"
"Second, IF he turns me on, I'm gonna need 50% more than my usual fee. "
Malcolm winced at that.  For Reggie, who was a regular customer, paid on
the spot, and never complained, they COULD eat the costs.  On the other
hand...."
"Let me see if I can broker this Thomas.  I'll send you the data on the
client and if you will, we'll pay your rate."
"Send it fast.  I don't like waiting."

Malcolm had no doubts that Reggie would meet Thomas' requirements for a
scene where he bottomed.  When he used the services of Superior
Studs,  Reggie was ALWAYS the DOM.  He could pull it off:  6'2" himself,
and 42 years old, with a body with muscles that made one wonder:  from
work or from lifting? (It was from lifting:  Reggie didn't need to
work).  Solid black hair.  Cold black eyes.  Long fingers.   Word from
Frankie was that he was "bigger than average where it counts, "  and he
knew how to use it.
Given his wealth and position in society, there were plenty of photos of
Reggie in the public domain.  Malcolm pulled together a sample:  one of
him in a full suit and tie, one in a tennis outfit, another from some
society party.  It won't surprise that there were no pictures that showed
his "assets," but there were a few where he was bare chested.
"Here's the photos, Thomas.  If you want info on his cock, I can have
Frankie call you.  He's the guy Reggie sees the most."

At his apartment, Thomas was getting more and more intrigued by the
scene.  When he opened Malcolm's email, he sucked in his breath.
"HELL.  I know that guy!  YEAH, I've seen him around, before he went off
with Frankie.  HOT. "  He smiled.  Thomas knew the impression he gave
and, well, he had to agree:  Reggie gave off more top man vibes than he
did.   He called Malcolm.
"It's a date.  What time?"
"He wants to meet you at 8, Thomas.  Will that work? "
"For the money he's paying ,damn right it will."  And again, he was off
the phone.

Then Malcolm took a deep, deep breath.  This COULD lose the client but...
nothing ventured, nothing gained.  He called Reggie.
"Couldn't do it?"  Reggie answered.  "No problem, I'll call another
house."
"Well, no, no, actually Sir, we CAN do it.  I wanted to check with you to
see if the model I had in mind meets your fantasy.  May I send a photo?"
"Send away."
Malcolm sent one of Thomas in a tight blue polo shirt and jeans, and
another one where he was fully naked.
"Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!  " Reggie answered.  "DAMN.  I might
not let him out from under me."
Malcolm smiled.  "Well, good, I'm glad you're pleased Sir.  There's just
one thing.  Thomas is a top.  ALWAYS.  He says he'll give it up but..."
"He wants more money.  How much?"  Reggie was used to this kind of
exchange.  He had the money.  He wanted the guy.
"Uh, 50% more than the rate you pay Frankie, Sir"
"Tell ya what, Malcolm?  We'll do this 70:30.  I pay 70% of the increase,
you guys eat the rest because.... if he's as hot as he looks in the
photos, I'll be coming back."
Malcolm unclenched his glutes and breathed.  "Thank you Jesus," he
thought, and answered  "Wonderful.  We'll see you at 8."
Reggie looked at the photos again.  He was disciplined enough not to
whack off, so he could save it for this stud.  He chuckled.  "One trick
with me and he'll flip."


 Reggie  walked into the room where Thomas was waiting:  he was wearing a
skin tight pair of blue slacks, a striped shirt, and a rep tie.  Penny
loafers.  Gold toe socks.  His arms were spread on the back of the sofa,
like a welcoming committee.
"Good evening Mr. Castor."  For Reggie, Thomas could smile.
"Keep those legs spread, BITCH."  Reggie tossed off his jacket, and
climbed up on top of Thomas.  He always started this way: with a thorough
bit of frenching as he slid a hand between Thomas' legs, and massaged -
some would say assaulted - his cock.   Thomas exposed his neck as if to
invite Reggie to move in.  Reggie accepted the invitation and then, as he
moved his tongue up, he found the spot that could turn Thomas into a
bottom: his earlobes.  Thomas gave out a moan and Reggie picked up on
it.  He grinned.
"OH.  My man likes ear play.  GOOD.  GRRRRRRRRRRRR."   Reggie had slid
one of his arms over to pin Thomas' wrist to the back of the sofa, and
his body kept the other one pinned.  His second hand began to move over
Thomas' body, as Thomas began to buck.  This guy was good:  VERY good.
His hand was  quick, soft, and thorough, and occasionally he'd move it
down to Thomas' balls and cock and squeeze them.
"What's gonna happen if I get inside that shirt and work your nips, 'top
man thomas'.
"I... I don't know... ."
"You forgetting a word?"
"I'm sorry.  I don't know... SIR"
Thomas couldn't remember the last time he called a man SIR but... Mr.
Castor was earning it.  He popped the buttons on Thomas' shirt and
instead of nibbling, or squeezing, his chin went down and began scruffing
them.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!"  Thomas growled as he felt
himself turning into putty.  Reggie had moved his knee into Thomas'
crotch and was kneading it, and the work on his ear and nips was pushing
him over the line... completely.

"I wanna tie you up and fuck you, blondie.  I wanna tie you tight, and
fuck you HARD."
"Oh shit, yes sir.  YES SIR"
Reggie sat up.  "Gimme those wrists.  After you take off that tie."
Thomas was experienced enough to know what was happening:  Reggie used
the tie to bind his wrists together.
"I didn't think you could be hotter but.. DAMN.  You just got twice as
hot, fucker."  He yanked off Thomas' shoes and threw them at the side.
"Bitch if you have ticklish feet you are gonna be in REAL trouble."
"I'm gonna be in big trouble,"  Thomas began to sweat more than he had at
the gym.  He was out of his pants, and Reggie was standing over him.
"I don't suppose this sofa opens."
"No Sir, it doesn't.
"FUCK.  Then we'll do this another way.  GET UP.  Bend over the sofa.
Spread your ass cheeks. "
"Yes sir. " Thomas heard Reggie spit into his hand.  Then he felt an iron
rod go up his ass.

"You bottom like a pro, motherfucker."  Reggie shoved harder.  "You're
not fooling me, stud.  You're a born sub.  That's what you like."
Reggie was right.  Thomas had the look of a DOM and people were willing
to pay for that more than for him to bottom or to sub, so... he followed
the money.  Tonight, he was following his cock.  He had gotten even
stiffer when Reggie tied his wrists and now, as the darker man pounded
his ass, he was harder and harder.
"Sir, do I have permission to shoot?  OWWWWWWWWWWWW"  Reggie had grabbed
Thomas by the neck and pulled back his head.
"YOU FORGET ALL THE RULES OF BOTTOMING, CUNT?  THE BOTTOM WAITS UNTIL THE
TOP IS FINISHED, AND I. AM. NOT. FINISHED."
Reggie didn't finish for a while.  He pounded Thomas, in different
positions, for nearly an hour.  When he pulled out, and shot over Thomas'
chest and face, Thomas relaxed but.. OH IT WAS SO GOOD.  He figured
Reggie would enjoy it if he tried to swallow some of the jizz, and he was
right:  he saw the smile.
"Good boy.  Shoot for me.  Shoot BIG for me."

 Thomas told Malcolm that he thought the session with Reggie was
"interesting."  Malcolm smiled.  "GOOD.  Because you have a follow up
appointment next week.

For the second appointment, Thomas tried something he did with his
submissive clients:  he showed up late.  Reggie was waiting.  His arms
were folded, his face was blank.
"You're late fucker."  He spat out.  "Better have a good reason."
Thomas shrugged his shoulders.  "Hey, I'm good at what I do, sometimes
I'm late.  So, shall we get started."
"YOU DON'T  GIVE THE ORDERS HERE, BUD."  Reggie raised his voice, and
didn't break his stare.  "I DO.  AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU'RE
LATE, AFTER YOU GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK."
"Oh, FUCK THAT.  Hey, you're hot  but you're not all that."
"I SAID GET ON YOUR KNEES CUR."
Alpha male animals frequently determine hiearchy by seeing who breaks
stare first.  If that were the case here, Reggie won.  "He's paying,
so...."
"I apologize Sir.  I spoke out of place."
"You're DAMN RIGHT YOU DID BOTTOM.  And you're gonna correct it by giving
me the best fucking blow job I have ever had in my life."
"OH FUCK THAT SHIT.  I'll call Mal right now and tell him to give you
back your money.  "  Thomas got up, and walked to the door to open it.
He turned his back for seconds and Reggie had his arm twisted behind
him.
"WHAT THE?  Ok, it's gonna be like that..."   Thomas fought back but
Reggie was winning this one.  He was pushing Thomas' arm up, higher and
higher.  He chuckled.
"Get on your knees and get your loud mouth opened. "
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  OK, OK.  I'll do it. DAMN. But don't come back here
again. I'll blow you and..."
"YOU'LL DO EVERYTHING I SAY FOR THE REST OF THE EVENING THOMAS.  AND
YOU'LL CALL ME SIR WHILE YOU'RE DOING IT."
Thomas began to grin.  He looked at the guy.  "You're good.  "
"Let's see how good you are.   SUCK ME."
Thomas got in position, pulled open Reggie's zipper with deceptive ease,
and got to work.
"HEH.  You better have a better ass than mouth, fuckbitch because I could
get this quality blowjob from a street whore."  Reggie pulled back his
cock.
"Hey, if you don't like it...
"Get  your clothes off, bitch.  I wanna see that ass.  Maybe THAT will
save this miserable evening."  Thomas felt amused.  He thought that when
Reggie saw his cock, this little game would all be over.
"ON THE SOFA.  ON YOUR BELLY BLOND BOY."  Reggie was making clear he was
STILL in charge.  All Thomas could do was answer  "yes sir,"  When he was
prone on the sofa he felt Reggie slip his necktie around his neck and
pull back - just enough.  Thomas didn't choke, but he was paralyzed.
"You get your wrists in front of you, and HOLD THEM THERE, butt boy."
Thomas didn't know why, but he did it. The necktie went around his wrists
and bound them tight.  He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and,
much as Thomas protested, it went around his head, covering his mouth.
Reggie was thinking very seriously of leaving a mark from "the kiss of
the whip" with his belt, but.... he wanted to hear Thomas groan, and he
thought, correctly, the best way to do that was to reach underneath and
start stroking Thomas' already hard cock.
The effect was immediate.  Thomas began to groan as he pushed his cock,
further and further into Reggie's hand, trying desperately to get some
friction so that he could blow his load.  Reggie knew what he was doing,
however, and he kept Thomas right at the edge.  And as he kept his
captive wanting, he began to slide his cock into Thomas' ass.
"FUCK  He's GOOD!"  Thomas was thinking, as he moaned into the gag.  He
had stopped trying to escape the wrist bonds, or to move out from under
Reggie.  He was getting plowed in a way he hadn't been plowed in years.
He liked it.  Giving up control like this felt... liberating.
"TAKE IT YOU HANDSOME BASTARD."  Reggie's excitement was rising.  He had
this hot guy under him, conquered, and pinned with his cock.  Thomas
began to think:  "I'm a fucking bottom. Maybe even a sub."

"Did Tom flip?"  That was the big question among the other escorts.
Reggie came once a week, occasionally two, and for his other clients,
Thomas remained the formidable, scary DOM that had attracted them.
Still, everyone saw him primping or cleaning up his space when Reggie was
coming.   And he wasn't working as much as he had been because, well,
Reggie continued to pay top dollar, and Thomas was benefitting :  big
time.

There was one visit from Reggie where Thomas realized he was going to
have to cross a line, or back off.  It was one where Reggie had laid out
a scenario:  he wanted Thomas in nothing but flip flops and a pair of
tight red speedos that he had provided.  His plan was to tie Thomas up in
a regular chair, and torment him until he begged for Reggie's dick.
Then, Reggie was going to cut a hole in the back of the speedos, tongue
Thomas, and fuck him.  But Reggie didn't tell Thomas everything.   So
Thomas was surprised when Reggie showed up and, after he had mauled
Thomas' mouth and throat with his tongue, he pulled out a chain collar
with a lock on it.

"Sir?"  Thomas asked.
"You'll wear that when I'm around.  I don't care whether you wear it or
not when you're with other people, but I expect that you understand when
I'm here, you're mine. You belong to me, and this will show it." He
handed Thomas the chain collar.  Thomas stared at it for a minute, while
Reggie looked at him coldly.  Finally, Thomas said
"Would you mind putting it on me Sir?  As if you were taking me?"  Reggie
kept his poker face, but he was thrilled with what Thomas said.  He
slipped it on over Thomas' neck.  The next thing he said was
"SIT.  Hands behind your back and tits out.  And let me see that cock
that everyone else is in awe of.  " Reggie grinned for the first time.
"I see it's nice and swollen.  Hard to get REALLY hard in speedos, huh?"
"yes sir,"  Thomas whispered, as he felt his wrists being tied tightly.
Then he felt Reggie begin to work on his ears.  Reggie had found certain
"micro areas" he called them, that made Thomas go even more insane than
regular ear torture did.
"You wanna get FUCKED big man?"
"YES SIR.  YES.  PLEASE.  Rip me open.
"Heh heh.  Tonight on the floor. "
Reggie didn't untie the ropes, and when Thomas was lying on the floor, he
pulled a small scissor out of his pocket, cut open the hole in the
speedos, pulled Thomas' legs in the air and.... brutally fucked his boy,
with Thomas moaning all the time.
"I'm gonna be asking you something next time, manbitch.  You'll have some
time to think about it, but not a lot. "  Reggie was kissing Thomas on
his forehead after their session was over.  "Take care."
Thomas didn't take any clients when Reggie came in. He stuck around the
room, sitting, catching his breath, wondering what had happened to him:
what WAS happening to him.
And he left the collar on as he dressed to go home that night.  And
Reggie went home with a plan.

Reggie had requested and paid for a twin sized bed to put into Thomas'
room at the brothel.  He had Thomas push the sofa up against a side wall,
and he cooed over Thomas' ass as he pushed.  He had his newly minted
bottom tied up and stretched out on the bed, and he was running a finger
over Thomas' lips when he made his announcement.
"I want you to spend the weekend with me.  My place.  It's all on me. You
need minimal stuff. I'll take care of everything.  Now open your
mouth."
"Sir, wait.   You're making this sound like it's not a question.  You're
telling me what you want and... I'm supposed to do it."  Reggie smiled.
"I knew you were smart.  Maybe.... He moved his hand down and began
opening Thomas' shirt.  There was "something" in the way he popped each
button that just got Thomas more and more aroused. He began squeezing
Thomas' nipple.
"You really don't have anything to say in it.  " He laughed. "You're
spending the weekend, if I have to kidnap you and drag you to the
house."  He stopped and circled Thomas' ticklish navel with his nail.
"Actually, kidnapping you for the weekend sounds really REALLY hot."
Then he dropped his voice.  "You'll go in a bottom, and come out a
sub."
THAT freaked Thomas out a little and he began pulling at the restraints.
"WAIT.  I... I'm not into that Sir.  I'll bottom for you but..
ooooooooooooooooooh."  Reggie began twisting Thomas' nipples.
"I'll pick you up here on Friday at 6.  Don't be late. "
The nipple kneading got to Tom.  "Yes sir.  Fuck me Sir.  Please.  Fuck
me."  Reggie moved in with his cock and Thomas' own hard dick began to
spit too.   As Reggie rammed his dick in, Thomas was thinking  "once a
week isn't enough.  But... every night? Serving him?"  He lost control
and his jizz spilled out.  Reggie laughed.
"You won't get to do that as a sub, Thomas.  " Thomas just smiled.  He
had NO intention of submitting.

Reggie's limo pulled up outside of the brothel at ten minutes before
six.  Charles, his driver, honked the horn and then, smiling nervously,
Thomas came down the steps of the building:  tight jeans, tight t shirt,
his chain pendant, and a black leather jacket.  It was just on the edge
of too little clothing for the weather, and he shivered a bit.  He could
have closed his jacket, but he knew Reggie liked seeing his torso.
Reggie came out of the limo.  Then, for the first time since their
initial encounter, he kissed Thomas, brushing his lips against those of
the other man.
"Toss your bag in the backseat.  We're about an hour and a quarter away.
It's the old Cushing estate.  You read about it for sure."

"The old Cushing Estate."  It had a reputation about it.  The "house"
was actually a series of buildings.  Their construction had begun in
colonial America and when it had been purchased by Bradford Cushing, an
eccentric 18th century millionaire, he restored the old buildings and
added new ones.  He lived with his servants, but alone.  There were
rumors that if you went by the main building late at night, you could
hear screams coming from indoors, and there were rumors of young men who
entered, and never came out.  Those rumors were never proven.  There WERE
young men who had visited, for different periods of time, and when they
returned, they did not speak of their visit.
When Cushing died, there was some surprise that he had left the entire
property to one of those young men:  a gent named Roderick Fales.  There
was a saying at the times that "Fales had failed," because he pretty much
ran the place into the ground.  He didn't live there - later in his life,
he said that if he slept in the main house, alone, he'd have nightmares
of what Cushing "had done to him."  He couldn't find a buyer for such a
huge place, and eventually, it sat abandoned.

That was until Reggie decided that he needed a place "far enough away
from the city to do what I love to do."  When he was asked what that was,
he always gave a sly smile and changed the subject.  He bought the
"Cushing/Fales" property and invested heavily in renovating it.  The
papers were fascinated that one of "New York's ten most eligible
bachelors"  (and one of the five who was gay), bought a "future pleasure
palace."  When it was finished, anyone waiting for lurid rumors, was very
disappointed.  Reggie declared that  "it's a private residence" and did
not give access to the press.  From what the public saw, he very rarely
used the place, and if he brought someone with him, that was never
clear.  He had his driver, Charles, and a housekeeping couple on call-
Pierre and Marcel  and during the summer,  the in ground pool was cleaned
as it needed it.

When he wasn't there, Pierre and Marcel - and sometimes Charles - would
use the playroom.  It seems that when the main building was being gutted,
they found evidence to support the stories about the screams:  Cushing
had a dungeon.  The materials they found were primitive, but they
inspired Reggie to build a new one.  It was far from his only renovation,
but it was the one that made him most proud.

"Pierre, I would like the following instruments readily available this
weekend.  I'll be bringing a guest."
"Mais oui Monsieur Reginald.  Is there anything in particular you would
like?"
"Hmmm.  If you think there is something that would be interesting and
creative, by all means make it available Pierre.  I will trust to your
instincts." He paused.  "My father always said you were the most
imaginative man he ever gave himself to."
Pierre laughed.  "Your father simply did not get out enough.  "
"Ha  ha Pierre.  I think you will like this one."

"I didn't bring much, Sir.  Just as you said."  Thomas was in the
passenger seat and he was nervous.  He could tell that Reggie had an
erection.  It showed through his leather pants - this was the first time
Thomas had ever seen him wear them.
Reggie smiled.  "And that will be fine.  Be assured, Thomas, everything
you will need is at the estate, and if that turns out to be incorrect,
it's an easy trip .  Marcel will get you what you need. " He patted
Thomas on his thigh. "I have all I need right here."
"Yes sir.  Thank you Sir." Thomas blushed.  He wasn't used to flattery
from another man, let alone one who was probably going to fuck him raw. "
"We will have time for dinner, Thomas.  A light one.  Then tomorrow we'll
be going to a more formal one. "
"Sir, I didn't bring formal clothes."  Reggie laughed.  "Do you really
think I don't know what flatters you and what size you wear.  I
explained.  It's taken care of. "
"Yes sir"
AH. Right ahead.   Charles drove into the path leading to the front gate
of the house.
"Grab your gear.  Let's go. "  Reggie ogled Thomas' ass as he bent over,
and then clapped him on the shoulder.
"We'll have a great weekend stud.  Wait and see."
The car disappeared to the garage, and Reggie led Thomas into the house.
"HOLY....."  Thomas' deep voice sounded truly amazed at what was in front
of him.  He was so mesmerized he didn't hear the clicking of the various
locks.  He couldn't leave without Reggie punching in codes, but it would
be a day before he realized that.   As he gazed, he felt Reggie's arm go
around his middle.
"Sitting next to you on a long drive, has made me extremely horny."  He
moved his chin to Thomas' neck and ear and whispered  "I want you.  NOW"
The slow, gentle scruffing was rousing Thomas.  He felt Reggie's hand on
his ass.
"Yes sir.  I want you to take me.  I belong to you this weekend."
"After this weekend you will belong to me, period,"  Reggie thought.  He
put Thomas' hands behind his back and led him through the building, to a
HUGE bedroom.
"Should I restrain you for your first of what I hope shall be many rolls
in this bed, Thomas? "
"I'll behave Sir.   You don't need to."
"I was hoping you wouldn't.  I was hoping I could.. PLUNDER you."
 Thomas smiled.  "You're the same man as you are in the city."  Reggie
grinned.
"GET ON THE BED BITCH.  FACE UP.  "
When Thomas did, Reggie fell on top of him, pinning him down.
"Now... I'm gonna have you EXACTLY the way I want you.  No time limits.
No noises from outside.  Nothing but me... in  charge."  He pulled one of
Thomas' wrists and cuffed it, then the other.
"My bottom bitch. Now... HEH HEH HEH. "  Pierre had left a set of nipple
clamps on the side table and he put them on Thomas, who screamed.  He
realized that, out in the country like this, he didn't have to worry
about being heard and... when Reggie pulled them, he screamed even more.
"FUCK SIR FUCK.  THEY HURT."
"SHUT UP BITCH.  OR I'LL SHUT YOU UP."
"yes sir," was the meek reply, as Reggie was methodically stripping
Thomas of his clothes.
"Now... tell me something Thomas.  Does getting fucked feel better in the
country side?"  Reggie's cock took his would be sub and Thomas moaned.
"Sir.. Sir... It feels so.... GOOD."
"I like this one.  He doesn't look like a sissy.  He looks like a real
man,"  Marcel was speaking to Pierre, who was slowly shoving a dildo into
Marcel's ass in their section of the house.
"I agree.  He will be the perfect sub for Master."
"Do you think he will accept the role?" Marcel asked, and Pierre
laughed.
"He will have no choice."