En cours de chargement...
"Master, we've been waiting for you."Music spills into the grand ballroom as masked men mingle, attended to by an endless procession of young, handsome servants bearing bowls of strange white powder. Cecil's palms are sweaty as he partakes. He can feel something awakening inside him.a need for power.a need for control. Format: Short storyLength: ~7, 000 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT***