Chapter 4

Mason's pov

Wednesday 14th July 2021

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Damon said he would take me as his sub! He called me this morning and said he will make a contract with me but he has to talk to me about it first. It's almost time for him to pick me up and take me to his house so I'm dressed in nice jeans and a button up shirt as I wait. I've also done an enema in case he wants to fuck my ass again.

The doorbell rings and I quickly open the door to see Damon in a casual suit. It's fitted to his body perfectly.

"Good afternoon slave," he says in his dominant voice.

"Hello Master," I say and lower my eyes to be respectful.

"Come on," he says firmly and I lock the door then follow him to his car. I sit in the passenger seat and steal a glance at his sharp features as he starts the car. He's so beautiful in a very masculine way.

"Stop staring at me," he says coldly and I look away.

"Sorry Master," I apologise and he nods in acknowledgment. I stay quiet for the rest of the car journey as he drives us to his house.

My eyes widen when he pulls up a long driveway to a huge house mainly hidden by trees. It's so beautiful and private. There's ivy going up the rustic brick walls and large windows.

"This is so beautiful Master," I say as he parks in a garage.

"Thank you slave," he says as we get out of the car. I follow him inside as I admire the modern furniture and fancy interior. "Sit down," He orders when he shows me to a living room. I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table.

"I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch.

"Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking.

"I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

"So you're a psychopath?" I ask warily.

"Yes. Although that's not a professional term for my condition. I'm on pills to control my anger so you can trust me not to hurt you, well beyond what you want me too," he explains.

"Does Marcus trust you?" I ask because I know if Marcus trusts him I can. I mean he hasn't done anything wrong so far.

"Marcus trusts me to have scenes with you in the club only. I'm not allowed to have sex with you here or at your place until I earn Marcus' full trust. I promise I won't ever ignore your safewords or go over your limits," he says.

"How can you promise that when you wouldn't feel guilty about it?" I ask him.

"Because if I did Marcus would kick me out of the club and I enjoy the club," he says bluntly. It's a bit upsetting that he doesn't care about me and won't ever care about me.

"Why do you want me to be your slave if you don't care about me?"

"Because you pleasure me and you're obedient. You have almost no limits and worship me as your Master."

"Can I read the contract first? And read your rules before I agree," I ask and he nods.

"I've already written it so read it and tell me if you want to change anything," he says and I pick up the papers.

I read all of his rules and promises which makes me bite my lip as I start to get horny at the thought of him owning me like this. I agree with everything in the contract so I put it back on the table.

"I want to be your slave, Master. I want to submit to anything you tell me to do even if you can be dangerous. You've never hurt me before or given me a reason not to trust you," I say and he hands me a pen to sign.

"Thank you Mason," he says and my body reacts with horny thoughts when he says my name. I sign my name on the contract and try to ignore the wetness building up in my boxers. Damon signs his name then smiles to himself.

"I'll take this to Marcus later tonight. Do you want to stay here for a while?" He asks me.

"Yes please Master," I say as I try to ignore my horniness.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks sort of awkwardly.

"Yes please," I say and follow him to the pristine kitchen. I notice he has a bulge in the front of his pants as he gets two glasses. "I'm now officially your slave," I say and he looks at me.

"Kneel," he orders. I drop down to my knees and adopt the attention position. He stands in front of me and puts his hand on my chin and his thumb on my lips. I stay still as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my lips then slips it inside my mouth.

"Suck it slut," he says and I suck on his thumb, my tongue swirling around it. He watches for a moment as I see his erection twitch in his pants.

"Marcus said we can't have scenes at my house," Damon says suddenly as he pulls his hand back.

"This isn't a scene Master, and what Marcus doesn't know won't hurt him," I say respectfully.

"Are you horny slave?"

"Yes Master."

"Stand up," he says firmly and I stand in front of him. He puts his hands on my hips and turns my body so my ass is against the kitchen counter. My eyes widen when he crouches in front of me and unzips my jeans and gets me to step out of them.

"I've never done this before so guide me through it," he says as he pulls my boxers off. I gasp when he lifts my left leg over his shoulder and leans forward to lick my dick. I moan as he flicks his tongue over it cautiously and holds onto my thigh. I lift my shirt over my head so it's out of the way as he tries his best to pleasure me.

"S-suck on it please Master," I say and he does it as I hold onto the counter. He sucks on my small dick then pulls back and does a long lick over it which feels amazing. A rule in the contract says I can't touch him without asking first so I don't grab his hair like I want to right now.

"You can put your tongue in my hole," I say breathlessly as his tongue circles my hole then spears inside. I moan loudly as his nose presses against my skin as he uses his lips and tongue to eat me out.

"Please can I cum Master?" I beg after a while of increasingly intense sucking and licking. Damon pulls back and looks up at my desperate face with a smirk.

"Not yet," he says before he plants his face back between my legs. I moan and tip my head back as his tongue goes into my hole and swirls around. He moves up to suck on my dick as his tongue zigzags across my hole. Warm pleasure builds up and drives me closer to the edge as Master keeps going.

"Please Master, I'm going to cum," I beg again.

"You can cum slave," he says then goes back to work as my body tenses up as pleasure fills me. I moan loudly as my legs shake and my hands tighten on the edge of the kitchen counter. It feels so good as I hump my hips into his face to ride out my high.

I let out one last moan as my orgasm ends and Master stops as I catch my breath. I watch as he stands up and wipes his mouth as my body feels shaky and wobbly.

"Thank you Master, can I return the favour?" I ask eagerly.

"No, I don't want to push it too far. If I let you do that I'll have to bend you over and fuck you but Marcus wouldn't be happy about that," he says as I put my clothes back on.

"Okay Master. Thank you for taking me as your slave," I say and he nods as he gets our drinks.

"Thank you for saying yes. I expect you to follow the rules or you'll be getting tough punishments," he warns.

"That's fair Master," I agree.

"Good. I'll enjoy having you as mine."