Master of Lust

Chapter - 140

"Aahh!" Roy's eyes shot open as he jolted awake, a sensation of drowning overwhelming him. His gaze darted around in confusion, his face moving rapidly as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The sudden rush of cold air sent shivers through his wet body, and he became acutely aware of water dripping from his hair.

Blinking against the disorientation, Roy's eyes scanned the unfamiliar scene. He was stark naked, and his attempts to move revealed that his hands were securely strapped to a chair. The fast-paced movement of his head only intensified the sense of disorientation.

Anxiety and fear crept over him as he took in the bizarre landscape – a desolate flat land dotted with few trees here and there, with only a glimpse of stars breaking through the cloudy sky.

The realization hit Roy like a bucket of ice-cold water – he was strapped to a chair, his hands bound, and he was completely exposed. Panic set in as he tried to make sense of the situation. Where was he? How did he end up here?

The flat landscape offered little in the way of answers. Roy's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the restraints, the severity of the situation sinking in.

Another chilly gust swept over him, intensifying his discomfort. Roy couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability as he sat there, exposed and restrained in the middle of nowhere. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and the cold droplets trickled down his face, adding to his discomfort.

Just when Roy thought the situation couldn't get any more bewildering, a voice echoed from behind him. The sudden sound sent a jolt of fear through him, and his butt hole couldn't help but tighten and squeeze more into his body.

"Well, look at that. My young master is awake," the voice echoed from behind him. The voice carried an air of authority and amusement. He tried to twist his neck to get a glimpse of the speaker, but the restraints limited his movement.

Roy's eyes widened in fear as he strained to see who had spoken. The source of the voice remained hidden, adding an extra layer of dread to the already perplexing situation. The term "young master" sent a chill down his spine – who was addressing him, and why?

Roy stammered, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and fear. "W-where am I? Who the hell are you?"

The voice chuckled, a low and sinister sound that seemed to surround Roy. "Oh, we are in a special place. No need to get your panties in a twist, my dear young master. We are here for a little chat, you and I."

Roy's eyes widened, a sense of dread settling in. "Chat? Where am I? What do you want?"

"A place where questions get answers, and answers lead to more questions. As for who I am, well, that's not important right now. What is important is what happens next," The voice remained calm, almost amused.

Roy's mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. He struggled against the restraints, desperation setting in. "Let me go! I haven't done anything!"

The unseen figure stepped into Roy's line of sight, revealing a silhouette against the sparse backdrop. "Oh, you have done plenty, my friend. But we're not here to discuss your past sins. We are here for something recent."

Roy's mind raced with possibilities. Was this some sort of twisted prank or a vengeful act? He struggled against the bindings, his eyes darting around in search of an escape route.

Roy's fear-laden voice trembled as he demanded answers, "What do you want? Let me go. Otherwise, my father won't let it slide. My father..."

The mysterious voice interrupted Roy's frantic plea with a dismissive tone, "Your father is the Mayor of the city. He can mobilize all the police force with the snap of his fingers. Yada... Yada... Yada..." The moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting an ethereal glow on the figure standing behind Roy.

"Everyone in the city fucking knows that,"

As the moonlight's silver glow illuminated the scene, it revealed the person's identity, a twisted grin spread across the disguised old man's face. It was none other than Rick, who had cleverly utilized the Disguise Card to transform into the ominous figure. The moonlight added a dramatic touch to the revelation, casting shadows that danced across Rick's wrinkled face.

The Disguise could hold for a continuous 7-hour stretch after activation, and Rick had already spent 5 of those hours.

It has been 5-hours since Rick "kidnapp...". Ahem... escorted Roy from his mansion. With the unconscious Roy without even an underwear on his body over his shoulder but his face covered with a towel on his head, Rick climbed down the stairs.

The party was absolutely wild, reaching its peak in a frenzy of excitement. Bottles were popping open left and right, and booze seemed to be flowing more over bodies than into glasses. Boys were even getting creative, taking shots of booze off girls' bodies, and everyone was dancing to the thunderous beat of the music.

And so no one actually paid attention to an old man with a naked boy on his shoulder whose face was actually buried in the old man's groin. It was actually such a easy way out of the house. A few drunk girls giggled, and some boys jeered, but overall, nobody really cared about the naked boy's identity.

In the blink of an eye, Rick found his way to the exit, eager to make his escape from the lively chaos. However, his plans hit a snag when a staff member, the same one who had delivered booze and drugs to Roy's room, intercepted him.

"Hey, you! Hold up," the staff member called out, putting a pause to Rick's exit.

Rick halted, a scowl forming on his face. He turned slowly to face the staff member, the wrinkles on his face adding an extra layer of intensity to his glare.

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"What do you want?" Rick's deep, threatening voice cut through the music as he inquired.

Caught off guard, the other guy couldn't help but feel a chill under Rick's sharp, intimidating gaze. He took a step back, nervously stammering, "Uh, who are you? And, uh, who's that?" He pointed a shaky finger at Roy, who was slung over Rick's shoulder, unconscious.

"He is my young master," Rick answered, his tone still intimidating that could chill a room.

"Your young master?" The man looked at Roy from top to bottom, his naked butt gleaming under the pulsating party lights.

"Who are you to ask me about my young master?" Rick snapped, seizing the man's collar and yanking him close. Their faces almost touched as Rick sneered, "Stick to your own damn business, you idiot. Cross me, and I'll smash your teeth in. You'll be sipping through straws for the rest of your sorry life."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, Rick forcefully shoved the trembling waiter backward. Without uttering another word, he swaggered out of the house, leaving the stunned waiter behind in silence.

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Now only 2 hours remained and Rick had to make it quick. So as to not get found out by Roy, his father or their men.

"Now, now, young master Roy, no need to bring your daddy into this," Rick chuckled, his disguised appearance adding an eerie touch to the moonlit scene. "We're here for a little chat, just you and me."

Roy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of the old man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The shock on his face was palpable, and his mind raced to make sense of the situation. "You? How is this... What the hell is going on?"

"What kind of sick game is this?" Roy asked.

Rick, maintaining the guise of the old man, chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. "Surprised, aren't you, young master? Now, let's cut the theatrics. I have got questions, and you are going to answer them. No more dodging, no more games."

Roy, still strapped to the chair, struggled against the restraints. "Questions? What questions? I don't know what you're talking about."

Roy's fear shifted to bewilderment as he struggled to make sense of the situation. "What could my father possibly be hiding from me?"

Rick circled around Roy, his tone conspiratorial and hushed. "You're a smart lad, Roy. I'm sure you've heard the rumors, whispers about some shady dealings, secret affairs, and a whole lot of dirty laundry your daddy's been hiding in the closet."

Roy's eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge Rick's sincerity. "Rumors? I don't believe it. My father is an upstanding man. There's no way he's involved in anything like that."

Rick, maintaining his facade as the mysterious old man, chuckled knowingly, "Oh, Roy, my young master, you are in for a shock. But I am a fair man. I will give you a choice – you can either walk away right now, forget all about this little chat, and return to your cushy life. All you have to do is answer me what I want to know. Trust me."

"Or you can stay here for the rest of your life. And soak in this glorious view forever," Rick leaned in, his weathered face inches from Roy's as he gestured towards the sky, "But it will be from six feet under the ground."

Roy's eyes darted nervously, caught off guard by Rick's direct approach, "I... I don't know anything about my father's business."

"But I never said anything about your father's business. You are the one serenading your powerful old man."

Rick's expression darkened, his disguise concealing the storm of emotions beneath the surface, "I want to know about our Emily. Now young master, don't test my patience. We have got two hours for you to spill the beans."

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