Chapter 8: Your Wildest Dreams
Nia, no goddamnit Ian, woke up to a headache and the sound of his own voice. In a hangover induced delirium, it took him a while to realize that the tv was on in the corner. The next realization aroused and scared him at the same time.
It was Ian, very drunk and very hypnotized, reciting a mantra for the camera:
“I am daddy’s special toy
I am neither man or boy
My ass is for fucking
Dicks are for sucking
I am never going to stop
Letting daddy ride on top
My body belongs to him
And I obey his every whim…”
The mantra went on and on, somehow constantly coming up with new rhymes that belittled Ian further and further. It took him a few minutes to realize he’d been drawn in, and was mumbling the words softly.
“God damn it” he swore and jumped up. These were his final hours before master showed up. Ian needed to grab Alex and run, just fucking run until this shit wore off. Being around these people, these fucking bimbos, would only get them sucked in.