Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 19:42:47 -0800
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: The Masters Club - Chapter 2

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From Chapter 1 ...

"Rhett, what do you remember about last night?"

"Ah, it was a fundraiser, and they were auctioning off my clothes," Then he
said to himself, "Oh, so that's where my clothes went." He thought more,
"and some guy wanted to kiss me. I told him no, but it was a fundraiser for
a good cause. After that, everything got fuzzy. I think I over-drunk or
something. I am so sorry. I must have acted stupid. I don't remember,
except the guys seemed to like me and applauded and cheered me on, maybe
when I was singing a song and dancing, but I'm not sure."

"Yes, you have a lovely voice," Jenson lied. "Too bad about your clothes,
but you did a hell of a job in raising money for the new community center."
He paused, "As for your clothes, don't worry about them. You look great
naked." He chuckled.

"But I need my ..."

Jenson interrupted, "I did think some of the guys were getting a little
handsy, so I pushed them away and brought you here with me."

"You rescued me?"

Continuing.....


He Masters Club

Chapter 2 of 8

"I guess I'm kind of parental. I try to protect the people around me. I
don't think you really needed protection. As you say, gay men, especially
gay businessmen, are generally friendly and responsible. But you seemed to
be passed out, and I was not going to let some weirdo take advantage of
you." What a liar! "So, I brought you here to recover. But, explain more
about your sexuality. What did you mean when you said you are not gay? You
were in a gay bar last night." Jenson asked.

"I go to gay bars on occasion just to be with a group of kind
folks. Nothing sexual in it for me." Rhett lied.

"So you are not gay. OK. You have a girlfriend?"

"Yes. We have our ups and downs, but we are tight."

"So, Rhett, you never had gay sex?"

"Well, a few times I tried sucking dick, you know, experimenting, but it's
not for me. And as for someone using my ass, no way!"

"I see." Jenson pretended to ponder seriously, not believing the lad's
words. "OK, but you are here with me now. And I enjoyed sucking your dick
and cuddling with you all night."

"Well, I like you. You rescued me from the bar. Right now, I don't want to
go home just yet. My roommate is acting weird. I just want to lay low for
now. Can I stay here for a day or two?"

"Sure, but I have to get to work. A doctor's life is always busy. I'll be
back at 6 PM sharp."

"Oh, yes, you told me you are a doctor. Well, thanks for letting me
stay... 'Doc.' And thanks for your kindness."

Jenson left. Rhett waited until he saw his car pull out of the
driveway. "Right, he's a doctor. I'll believe that when I see it." As he
was in Jenson's bedroom, he glanced around, got up, and began opening
drawers. "Well, looky here. We have some rings, another extraordinary
watch, and what's this? An envelope with $400 in cash. There were some
credit cards. And cufflinks with diamonds. Wow!" He wanted to stuff all
this treasure into his pockets, but he was still naked and did not see his
clothes anywhere. In fact, his memory was fussy, but he never did get his
clothes back when Jenson walked him out of the bar... naked! "Never mind,"
he'd `barrow' something Jenson's closet to wear home, but first, he found
the kitchen and found a paper bag. He returned to the bedroom, gathered up
all the expensive jewelry, and placed everything in that bag. The boy was
so happy. Boy, did he luck out. He'd take jewelry and cash and never return
to Bottom's Up again. Jenson would never find him.

Before seeking some clothes, he looked through more rooms in the
house. There it was. The boy made a beeline for the little office in the
back of the rather large mansion-like house.

"What the fuck?" The first thing he saw were several medical certificates
on the walls. "Oh my God! He is a doctor!" The next thing he did was notice
a small stack of papers and letters on the desk. He looked through them and
saw a return address: "Charles Schwab Investments." It had already been cut
open, all the letters were, so Rhett pulled out the investment letter,
which turned out to be a monthly statement of Jenson's account, addressed
to Dr. Jenson Adamson. Rhett scanned the list of investments, primarily
mutual funds, and the bottom line was that the balance was 4.2
million. That confirmed it. His host was, in need, a doctor, a fucking rich
doctor! "OH MY God! Did I strike it rich!"

Rhett reviewed everything he saw there: the big house, the fabulous
furnishings, the stash of jewelry and cash... the millions in investments
the Doc had, all of it. Wow! "Fuck, why settle for a few measly thousand
when I can have it all... millions?" He returned to sit on the bed, naked,
really thinking hard - plotting, actually - how he could handle this
situation and work it to his advantage and not fuck it up.

He rehashed it. The doctor was a kind gay man who obviously liked him. The
Doc recused him from the other horny, crazy, sex-up patrons at the bar and
protected him, actually bringing him to his home. The doctor is allowing
him to stay there for a few days. And he was very trusting. "I can work
with this. We can be friends. I'll let him think he is turning me
gay. He'll like that. We can be very close. I'll make him believe we can be
lovers. Maybe I can work it out so he'll adopt me as his son. Then I'll
inherit everything when he finally dies, or.... should I expedite his
death? Yes! It'll be a challenge, but I can pretend to be `turned.'"

So, Rhett put everything back where it was. Made it look untouched. He
wanted it all.

What Rhett did not know was that this was not Jenson's home. That Jenson is
not a doctor- the certificates were fake. That Jenson didn't have any
investments- that letter was a fake, and those jewelry pieces, including
the expensive-looking watches, were knockoffs. All this was set up and
created to be alluring props. And sexy, handsome, sincere Jenson's kindness
was the biggest lie of all. The only real thing was the four
one-hundred-dollar bills in the envelope placed there as bait. That $400
Jenson was willing to risk losing in order to set up this boy to be
his. But "his" in what way? Rhett is a hustler. How did Jenson and his
group of Master cohorts know that? Hidden CAMERAS... EVERYWHERE. What was
his plan? Why this entire ruse? And who was helping Jenson in his most
complex scheme?

"OK," Rhett said to himself. "I'll stay as he left me. Naked. And I'll be
considerate and helpful. I will be just as he thinks I am. Rhett spent the
day watching TV, and at about 5 PM, he started cleaning the house. He
wanted to be seen by Jenson as a hard worker. Unfortunately for the kid,
the cameras showed the truth. So, as Rhett was watching TV, Jenson and a
couple of friends were watching him. And, right on cue, Jenson opened his
front door and saw naked Rhett in the kitchen washing the few dirty dishes.

The boy pretended to be so busy that he did not notice Jenson
entering. "Oh, wow. You cleaned the house? Oh my, how nice of you. May I
give you a big hug?"

Without saying a word, the boy turned around and gave his host a big bear
hug. "Oh, thank you for letting me stay here. It is really helpful to me
and very kind of you. I'm glad to help you with household chores."

They were relaxing while watching a movie on TV when Rhett turned to Jenson
and asked, "How can I repay you for your kindness?"

"What do you mean? You don't owe me anything, Rhett."

Rhett thought he needed to get more involved in the life of his
doctor-host. He wanted to get intimate. If he was going to get along well
with this wealthy man, he needed to be more intertwined in his life and
they needed to do special things for each other. Become somewhat dependent
on each other. You know, male bonding.

"I know you are gay, and I am straight, but I was wondering if you wanted
to use me, have me suck your dick or whatever..."

"Oh, that's what you mean. Well, the idea had occurred to me, but I can't
use you or anyone. It's just not my nature. I don't want to see anyone
used, abused, or hurt in any way." Jenson lied. Where was he going with
this?

"Well, can we at last sleep together and cuddle?" Rhett asked sheepishly.

"Again, I'd love to, but I can't do that to a straight, cute young man or
anyone. No, there are five bedrooms in this house. Take your pick and sleep
well, Rhett."

Rhett was shocked by the strong moral character of this kind man. He even
had second thoughts about manipulating Dr. Jenson and stealing his
wealth. But... no, Dr. Jenson was his "mark," his target, and he will
continue to scheme and connive him out of most of his money, whatever it
took!

Then the phone rang, "Hello?... "Yes... Another fundraiser?... I see... A
theme party?... Wow, a Master-slave party... Oh, at Bottom's Up?... I'd
love to, but I'm not really into S and M shit... Besides, I don't know
anyone who would want to go with me as my slave... No, it's a little weird
for me, and like I said, I don't know of anyone..." Rhett interrupted by
tugging on Jenson's arm. "Wait one moment, George." Then to his house
guest, "What is it, Rhett?"

"I heard you say you need a slave to go to a fundraiser with you? I'd do
that. I'd be happy to do it for you. It would please me to help you and
whatever cause you guys are supporting."

"Oh my God! You'd really do this for us?" Jenson asked. "You were just
there at Bottom's Up, don't you remember?"

"Ah... I..." Rhett was really out of it when he was carried from the bar
and not fully recalling that night, except it was erotic.

Jenson took advantage of the boy's foggy memory. He laughed, "Don't you
remember, you sang songs, and the guys loved you? You even let a few of
them kiss you, remember? I told everyone you were straight, but you said it
was OK. You were so happy. I guess if you weren't so drunk, you'd recall
the wonderful time you had. Maybe you should cut down on your drinking."
Jenson chuckled. "But I can tell you, you were on cloud nine and so excited
to be there and participate. Damn! You pleased everyone and helped raise a
lot of money for the gay center building fund." All lies, of course. But
Rhett was so pleased with all the positive stroking he quickly owned it
all.

"So." Rhett asked, "Do I have to wear a slave collar and call everyone
'Sir.'"

Jenson chuckled at the thought, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Sure, I can do that for you. We'd be a team."

"Well, OK, as long as you are fine barking like a dog." They both laughed.

"Say, George, I just found a slave, so, yes, we can join in the fun. Email
me all the details, time, any other specifics, and so on... Sure... Will
do... Bye."

The next day, Jenson pretended to go over the email about the Master-slave
fundraising party at Bottom's Up. "Say, Rhett, I went over the details
about the party next week. And there will be a contest for each
Master-slave couple. They want each couple to perform some cute sex
act. But you're straight, so maybe we should cancel. I don't want you to
feel uncomfortable."

"No, let me do it. You can teach me. I'll do it. It's a fundraiser for a
good cause." Rhett thought he needed to allow Jenson to turn him gay to
build a stronger connection so he could get closer to Doc Jenson's
money. Rhett would pretend to be open to the gay lifestyle. Then, maybe
Jenson will see them as a more intimate gay couple. Rhett was indeed a
straight top, the one who fuck women... and a few guys, but he was not into
Master-slave shit, or S and M, or even leather. So, in a weird way. Rhett
would learn or pretend to learn THREE new roles: To be gay, to be a bottom,
to be a slave. However, it was just for one night. AND it was for a ton of
money, to which he responded, "Teach me. Where do we start."

"Well, OK, suck my dick. Since you're new at this," Jenson said, "go easy,
take your time." With Jenson on the sofa, Rhett knelt and opened Jenson's
pants.

"Whoa, not like that. You straight boys know nothing about how a gay slave
behaves, do you? First, pull my dick and balls out of my pants, then start
by kissing and licking them all over."

Rhett was not stupid. He knew what gay men did, and that helped, but he was
just not into it. It was not erotic or enjoyable. The boy knelt, then began
to lick. "Am I kissing your dick, OK?"

"Yeah, good boy. But I need to teach you proper slave behavior. So start
calling me Sir or Master, so that you'll begin to say it naturally at the
party."

The doorbell rang. "Oh, Sir, Please get me some clothes so I can it for
you."

"No." Jenson said calmly, "I'm teaching you slave behavior, remember? Go to
the door and answer it. I don't care who it is, you are not to cover up
your dick, and you cannot hide your body behind the door. A slave is not
entitled to modesty. Got that boy?"

"Yes, Sir." Rhett rose and went to the door to answer it. "Yes?" he asked
the visitor.

"Is Dr. Jenson home?"

"Yes, Sir. Come in." Rhett guided the man to the next room, where Jenson
was still seated with his dick and balls hanging out. Jenson knew it was
his cohort, Henry, also a Master because he just called him to come over
and check out his new slave boy. Henry knew everything. In fact, he had
helped to set Rhett up at yesterday's phony fundraiser at Bottom's Up, and
he and a few other buddies were all in on the scheme to brain-fuck the
already abused "kid." It was all a big game. This group of Masters does
daring and crazy stuff like this every few months, and boy, they enjoy
messing up a new kid.

"Hey there, Henry, I'm surprised to see you." Jenson lied. "Yeah, I just
stopped by to say... Hey, isn't this the guy from the Bottom's Up
fundraiser? The guy you rescued?

"Sure is. This is Rhett. He is such a sweet, dear lad. Wait..." Then Jenson
turned to Rhett, "Who told you to stop kissing and licking my dick and
balls?"

"Ah... Oh... well... you have company... and I thought you'd want me to get
dressed and..."

"Look, boy, you better learn now. You don't have an opinion. Now get down
and make love to my power tool. We have only a few days for you to learn
proper slave behavior. This is all for your own good. OK? Boy?"

Without responding, the boy dove to his knees and returned to his job of
worshipping his new Master.

"Yeah, Hunk, this is strange to me, but Rhett begged me to let him be my
slave for the party at the bar. He's straight, you know, but he wants to
learn to please me."

"I see. Well, you two make a good couple. As I know you, Rhett is just your
exact type." Henry lied.

"That didn't dawn on me, but you're right, Henry. I mean, if Rhett wants to
learn to please me, like a gay lad... you know? I might just take him
in. After all, I don't have a boyfriend or any companion, so why not? But,
you know me, I don't make decisions for others. Rhett can decide if he
wants to move in and be, well... my love interest."

Rhett's ears were burning. This is terrific news. Jenson is taking a liking
to him, which is precisely what he wanted. All he had to do was to play
along and be the temporary slave Jenson wanted him to be. Rhett would do
anything to please the Doc, and in no time, the two of them would become
closer, and Rhett would be more important to his new, shall we say,
benefactor?

But Rhett wondered how he'd learn more about being a slave, and more
precisely, pretending to be a sub-slave. "Henry, Sir? How can I behave like
a slave? I know generally what it's about. I have dominated slave women,
but I'd like to know more about being dominated by men. I want to do my
best to please you all."

"Well, watching videos on GayTies.com will help. They have a lot of
bondage, slave gear, slave humiliation, and the works. Plus, we can give
you pointers."

"Oh, thank you, Sir!" Rhett was elated.

Here's the thing. Jenson and Henry were part of a larger group of scammers
called The Master's Club. They figured they had a potential sexy toy to
own. Rhett seemed agreeable and pliable, but that's not the main part of
their scheme. They sought something more. They needed to know if he had any
money or could be used for their financial benefit in some other
way. Jenson first ensured he had a few drinks to loosen his tongue and
thwart his self-control. Then, they began talking to the boy in a
supportive, gentle manner.

"So, Rhett, do you have your own apartment?" Asked Henry, and the boy
nodded. "That must be expensive. Do you have a full-time job to be able to
afford it?"

"What?" Rhett was a little out of it. Perfect.

Henry repeated himself, "Do you work full time?"

"Ah, no, I have money from my folks' Social Security." He paused. "It's
OK. Plus, I inherited my dad's 401k from his work. So I'm doing fine."

"Well, son, you can't live very well on $2,000 a month, can you, boy?"

"What?" He was trying to get his eyes focused on the big dick in front of
him. "Oh, it's more like $6,000 a month, and the 401K is into six figures."
He hiccupped and belched and then caught the bobbing dick in his mouth once
again and sucked eagerly.

Jenson and Henry looked at each other and mouthed the word, YES! "So you
have some sort of money manager to handle your finances?"

"What?" Rhett was concentrating on sucking. He did not want to suck the cum
out of these dicks. He wanted to suck every dollar out of these guys'
accounts.

"You know, a guy to handle your money to invest it for you?"

The boy continued sucking and mumbled, "Oh, I didn't know I needed one."

"WHAT! Get off my dick right now."

It surprised Rhett, who let that big pole slip out of his mouth. "What?"

"OK, so you don't have very much money. You still need to have it managed
for you, son?" Jenson told him with shocking concern. "Look, I care about
you. Your savings, investments, and fixed income are your
livelihood. Nobody these days does that by themselves."

Then Henry chimed, "Yeah, your wealth, no matter how small, needs to be
protected, reinvested, and grown. Don't you know that?" Both men were
letting him have it. Giving him advice loudly, as if he was the stupidest
boy on earth.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't know."

"OK, I'm sorry for yelling, but I don't like anyone to get hurt. Let's all
calm down. Let me think." After a moment of silence, "I can think of
someone. Hank and I know a guy, Jessie, you'll meet him later, who manages
financial estates, but he only helps guys who have at least $10 million,
like I do. So..."

"Wait, Jenson. Jessie manages my account also." Henry blurted out. "I'll
bet we can ask him to take over Rhett's finances, and he might do it as a
favor to us. This way, Jessie can double his money in a year or two. What
do you think?"

FUCK! Rhett just received more wonderful news: His host, Dr. Jenson, is
worth over $10 million. Wait, how did 4.2 million become 10 million? And
this guy, Henry, soon to be his friend, is also a multi-millionaire! AND
JESSIE COULD DOUBLE MY MONEY?! Shit, was he in scammer heaven?! Not only is
he setting up these two guys to literally rob them, but he is going to
double his own money at the same time!

"I don't know, Hank, if we should stick our necks out for this kid we just
met. I don't know."

During the pregnant pause, Rhett pretended to cry, "I am so
unworthy. Nobody wants to help me. I've been an orphan for the last seven
years, and I struggle on my own, and no one wants to help me with my
finances."

"Hey, son," Jenson said lovingly. "Hold on." Turning to Henry, "Do you
think we should help this poor innocent child? Should we ask Jessie to take
over his money worries as a huge favor to us?

"Jenson, it could be risky," Henry added. "What if the boy fucks up and
messes up what has been set up for his benefit. It could be embarrassing
for us."

"How's he going to mess it up? He'll have to sign the legal paperwork
turning control of his accounts over to Jessie, so he can't fuck up his own
money. That seems safe to me."

They discuss Rhett's financial situation as if he were not even
present. Rhett was hoping against hope that these guys would stand up for
him and help him.... double his money. But he stayed quiet.

"But the kid has to trust our judgment and Jessie's. And he never even met
Jessie." Jenson said.

"Look, what did Jessie do for you last year? Increased your accounts by
30%?"

"Actually 34%."

Rhett is going crazy. He wants in on this money giveaway. He couldn't
believe they were talking about him and on the verge of helping him. What
suckers these guys are, or so he thinks.

"Still, there is a chance he could lose money. There is never a guarantee."
Jenson said.

"Yeah, but like a 5% chance of a small loss? We all take risks like
that. Don't we."

"But we are asking him to trust our opinions and Jessie's ability to earn
him huge money."

"We trust Jessie, big time," Henry chimed in.

Finally, the stunned, naked boy spoke up. "Sirs, I'd be so pleased if you'd
ask Mr. Jessie to manage my money. Doubling it would be great."

"Boy? Are you sure?" Jenson asked, as if sincere.

"Yes. If you guys trust him, I'll trust him," Rhett declared.

"But are you sure? You'll have to sign a Power of Attorney giving him
authorization over your money, just like we did."

"Yes, please. Oh yes." Rhett begged.

"Well, he's likely to say no, but we'll ask him for that favor, just for
you."

Rhett was so happy. Money was his world. "May I please suck both your
dicks, kind Sirs?" The two men smiled. Rhett was already planning to buy a
huge house in London with all he would make on his own money and the money
and jewels he planned to scam these stupid, naive bastards out of.

In truth, Jessie was not the whiz at finances and investments they all
touted him to be. Those were lies, all part of the scheme. The Masters had
some professional company do their investment management. The only thing
that Jessie did for the Club was to make monthly deposits all money
received for all the slave sources into the offshore Masters Club's
accounts. But that's all he did. He was not all that smart, but he faked it
well.

"Say, Jenson," Henry spoke up. "I have a suggestion for you two for the
party show. Everyone there is going to be on display. Each Master will
present his slave and treat him like a slave."

"Yes, I understand that Hunk, but Rhett is straight, and I don't want to
push him into doing a lot of sick gay shit or make him feel
uncomfortable. You see, I'm becoming attracted to my new little twink
friend."

"Exactly, I think he should behave like a new unwilling slave." Henry
offered. "He'll fight and resist and play it up. And you pretend to put him
in his place, like, spank him lightly and stuff."

"Rhett? You think you can do some play-acting, like I'm being mean to you
and forcing you?" Jenson asked.

"Yes, Sir," Rhett said as he continued to suck Jenson's dick. "I can do
that for you, Sir."

"Perfect. What a great idea, Henry. Thanks."



"So, Rhett doesn't really have to do anything gay. He can just pretend to
be resisting. Yeah, the group would love that."

To be continued.....

I will upload the next chapter in a few days. Let me know your comments and
how you'd like this story progress. I'm open to suggestions as I write. My
name is Bruce Darkforce, email is: gaydic@gmail.com