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Slave duties: getting ripped for Sir. Accepting the choice of tattoos He prefers. Proudly wearing your slave uniform in public. Showing off His power through your collar.
Deal Broken
Fuck You! the young Corey shouted at the man who had stormed into his house. The way he was dressed told him exactly who this guy worked for.
I'm afraid boyo the boss wants his money and if you don't have it you know what that means,
I'll never become one of you freaks just fuck off.
Corey was grabbed by the neck and led out of his home. Ok, fine we'll do it the hard way.
Corey and the man, known as Stew, headed out and down to Stews boss's HQ in the seedier part of town.
Corey was tossed on the ground a forced to look up at his new master. Corey spit at him which pissed him off more. Put him in the suit he demanded as Corey was dragged off and stripped naked, a tight black bondage suite would reside on him for the next few weeks as he was going to be adjusted to his new role in the organization.
After nearly 3 months in the boss's morphing suit Corey was ready to join the rest of the boys.
There was nothing left of the old Corey, save for maybe his eyes. His new bald head was filled with chav terms and knowing what he needed to do to make the boss happy. He now smokes 2 packs a day drinks heavily and loved pissing around with the lads. As he stood outside staring across the street he saw a young wanker he thought might make a great addition to the gang,
he definitely had a great ass and Corey knew his body would look amazing covered in ink. he tossed his cig on the ground wandered across and made a deal with him, one he knew the boy would never keep.
