The lounge couch is comfortable, but you find little solace in it as you tap your fingers on the oak table\. The door that you came in from is an unremarkable door made of dark wood, contrasting the grand double doors opposite it\. Each door was metallic silver, with the relief of an enormous serpent slithering over its surface\.

A statue of a silver snake stares at you from across the room with its black onyx eyes\. The Silver Serpent casino is a place of luck, fate, and destiny\. It’s also how you incurred your debt with Sephos\. If things go your way, you’ll be free of this debt tonight\.

Your tapping gets more frenzied\. There’s only so much tension you can release through five fingers while you try to keep your composure\. You’ve been instructed to leave your valuables in the casino lockers, so self\-soothing with your phone is out of the question\.

You’re not even sure how long you’ve been waiting here\. 15 minutes? An hour? Two? You feel ready to run a marathon with the restlessness pent up inside you\.

You see something move\. The double doors are opening, and a tuxedo\-clad cat stands in the middle of the doorway\.

“Mr\. Valon is waiting for you\.”

You nod and enter the next room\. As you look around, you realise it’s more of a hall than a room\. It’s carpeted from wall to wall and adorned with a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling\. The wall opposite you is made of glass\. Moonlight shines through it, illuminating the only furniture in the room: two armchairs and a glass table between them\. A black snake sits in one armchair facing you; the other one is empty\. The door closes behind you\.

“Come, have a seat\.”

Sephos’ deep voice resonates through the barren room\. Your mouth feels dry as you approach\. It takes you ten long paces to get to your armchair, but you don’t take a seat just yet\.

“Are you ready to play?”

“You promised you’d forgive what I owe you if I win this game\.”

“And if you lose, your debt is doubled, to be repaid in a month\.” He smiles\. “Yes, my promise still stands\.”

You take your place on the armchair, feeling its firm seat against your weight\. You’re not going to lose\. There’s too much at stake\.

“So, what game are we playing today?”

“At the risk of sounding crass, we’re playing strip blackjack today\.”

You wince, but it’s not the first time you’ve indulged in games like these\.

“We’ll follow the same rules as blackjack, but with a few exceptions\. Firstly, on each of our turns, we’ll ‘hit’ or ‘stand’\. No doubling, splitting, or surrendering\.

“Secondly, he’ll be the dealer, but he won’t be playing\. Instead, I’ll match your bet\. Both our first dealt cards will be face up, and the second face down\. Our scores will be tallied against each other, with blackjacks worth half times more\.

“Thirdly, in the event of a tie—that is, we both get the same value or go bust—both players keep their bets\.

“Lastly, we’ll play with a special set of chips\.”

The snake waves his hand\. The cat comes out of the shadows and places a tray on the table\. On it are two stacks of coloured chips\. As the cat places a stack of chips in front of you, you examine them\. They look like casino chips, but instead of a number, there’s an icon in its middle\. On one chip, you see a shirt\. On another, you see a pair of shoes\.

“Each chip corresponds with the article of clothing you’re wearing\. If you lose that chip, you forfeit that garment\. The winner keeps the chips they’ve betted, but they don’t gain the ones that the other player lost\. The first player to run out of chips loses\.”

“So if I lose, I walk out naked?”

“Surely you didn’t come here with the intention of losing, did you?” He smiles\. “Besides, your dignity will be the least of your problems\.”

You hold your tongue\.

“Any questions?”

“Alright\. Let’s begin\.”

“Place your bets,” the cat instructs in a velvety tone\.

You examine your chips closely\. Each chip has an icon of an article of clothing, along with a value printed on its border\. Your tie is worth $500\. Your jacket, belt, socks, and shoes are worth $1000 each, for a total of $4000\. Your shirt and undershirt are $2500 each, pants at $5000, and underwear at $10000\. You push the “tie” and “jacket” chips forward and Sephos does the same\.

The cat picks up a deck of cards and begins shuffling them\. You scrutinise his every movement, making sure he doesn’t try anything funny\. Nothing seems out of place, though\. The sleek cards dance in his hands as he shuffles them skillfully\. Then he places them on the table\.

“If you please\.”

You cut the deck, and he starts dealing\. Your eyes never leave his hands\.

“And what’s with the glass table? You’re not planning to cheat, are you?”

“Cheat?” He raises a brow\. “After our last few games, you want to accuse me of cheating?” He chuckles\. “No\. I don’t stoop to that level\.”

His words sting\. In your poker games with him, you’d try all sorts of tricks to swindle his money\. Planting partners, marking cards, hand\-mucking, the works\. And despite all of that, Sephos somehow won each time\.

You look at the cards he dealt\. You have a 5 of hearts and 7 of spades\. His face\-up card is a queen\. Not a good start\.

He deals you a jack, for a total of 22\. Bust\.

Sephos stands too\. He has a queen and a king\.

The dealer collects the chips from you\. “Your tie and jacket, if you please\.”

You begrudgingly slip off your jacket and remove your tie\. The dealer takes your clothes and heads to the side of the room\. He returns with a coat rack with your jacket and tie hanging from it\. He places it behind him as he takes his place at the glass table, ready to continue the game\.

“Place your bets\.”

You’re on the back foot, so it’s time to bet bigger and take Sephos down a notch\. You make a mental note of the chip values as you push them forward: shoes for $1000, socks for $1000, and shirt for $2500\.

The cat deals the cards: you get a 2 and a 4\. Sephos has a face\-up 7\.

You’re at 16\. This isn’t great\. Hit or stand? You decide to take a chance\.

“Hit\.” 10\. Bust\.

“Showdown,” the dealer announces, and you both reveal your cards\.

Sephos has a 7, 3, and an ace: 21\.

“Your shoes, socks, and shirt, please\.” The dealer turns to you\.

You give the cat your shoes and socks\. The carpet is soft beneath your feet\. Then you unbutton your jacket and pass it to the cat, who hangs it up on the coat rack\.

“Place your bets\.”

You’re left with your belt for $1000, undershirt for $2500, pants for $5000, and underwear for $10,000\. You bet your belt and undershirt\.

Your cards for this round are K and A, so that’s blackjack\.

Sephos has an 8 and Jack, so you’ve won\. Finally\. The snake had bet his tie, jacket, shoes and socks for a value of $3500, but now he has to throw in an additional value of $1750 for your blackjack\.

The serpent takes off his tie and jacket, handing it to the cat to hang it on the rack\. Then he undoes his shirt, revealing the curves of his pecs as he works his way down the line of buttons\. You can see his toned chest through the skin tight undershirt he wore\. Then his belt comes off\.

You watch through the glass table as he takes off his shoes and socks\. As you see his sharp claws dig into the carpeted ground, you remember spectating a particularly fascinating game of Baccarat involving Sephos and 7 other players\. The match itself wasn’t that interesting, but because it was in the Silver Serpent, the players were allowed to wear kink gear\. Some players were dressed in harnesses, leather gear, and pup hoods\. Sephos was clad in shiny latex that hugged his sculpted body, leaving nothing much to imagination\. The suit went all the way up to his neck, with the legs ending at the ankles\.

His exposed feet were stepping on a bound husky\. The husky’s limbs were bound by tight leather straps in a frog tie position, keeping him on all fours on his elbows and knees\. He was blindfolded and gagged, leaving him helpless as Sephos dug his claws into his back\. All you remember from that scene was his soft whimpers as the serpent’s claws left red scratch marks on his skin\.

“Place your bets\.” The dealer’s voice snaps you back to reality\.

You’re feeling good about this\. After all, Sephos is left with his undershirt, pants, and underwear\. Win those, and you’re debt free\. You bet those 3 chips, forcing him to match your bet\. You’ll keep your belt token in case you lose this game\.

You’re dealt a 3 and a 5\. Shit\.

“Hit\.” 8, for a total of 20\. That was close\. “Stand\.”

You’ve got this\. Your heart is racing like never before\.

“Freedom\. Freedom\. Freedom,” you chant in your mind\.

You’ve gotten yourself into sticky situations before, but you’ve always weaselled out of them scot\-free with your quick wits\. This is no exception\.

Then you see his face\-up ace\.

You both reveal your cards\. Sephos’ other card is a queen\. You shoot him a dirty look of disgust and shock\.

The dealer scoops your tokens towards him\. Then you realise you’ve got to give up your belt, too\. The game is over; you’ve lost\.

“The rest of your clothes, please\.”

As you take off your undershirt, your mind races to find a way out\.

“A\-another round? We can do a best of—”

“You still want to gamble?” Sephos chuckles\.

The dealer takes your shirt and hangs it\. Then he offers his hand for the rest\. You hastily hand him your belt\.

“We can do another double or nothing\. If I win, you clear my debt\. If you win, you double my debts and I’ll pay it back in 1 week\.”

“You’ve hit rock bottom and you’re still digging\.”

You stand up, unzipping your pants and pulling it down\.

“You can’t do this to me\. I have a—”

The serpent watches you as you take off your underwear: the last article of clothing protecting your dignity\. Naked and vulnerable, you gingerly sit back down on the chair\. Its leather surface is cold against your skin\. The glass table does nothing to hide your intimates from Sephos’ gaze as he decides your fate\.

You hang onto every word he says next\.

“There’s no need for another game\.”

You feel a hollow sensation in your chest\.

“We’ll continue this game until someone loses\.”

You look at your clothes hanging on the rack\. “What do I bet with?”

He nods at the cat, who goes off and comes back with another tray of chips\. This time, the chips have pictures of body parts\. You count the pieces: two arms, two legs, a tail, chest, abdomen, and head\.

“Y\-you want me to bet my body parts? You’re going to—”

“Chop them off? No, I’m not that barbaric\. Don’t worry, you’ll keep your limbs\. Losing your chips only gives me symbolic ownership of your corresponding body part\.”

“Ownership? Like, you can choose what to do with my body?”

“But that’s—”

“We can end this now if you’re unhappy with these terms, in which case I’ll await your repayment in a month\.”

“No, wait\! I’ll play\.” You pull the chips close to you\. “Let’s begin\.”

“Place your bets\.”

You look at the chips\. The stakes are higher now\. This time, your tail and individual legs are worth $10,000 each\. Your arms are worth $15,000 each\. Each of your abdomen, chest, and head is worth $50,000 each\. You’re not sure what Sephos would do with your body parts, but out of the chips you have, you figure your tail would be the safest to lose\. You push your tail chip forward\.

The dealer deals you two jacks\. “Stand\.”

Sephos’ face\-up card is a 2, so you’ve got a good chance of winning\. He hits once, then stands\.

You reveal your cards and see that the snake has a 2, an 8, and an ace for a total of 21\. The dealer takes your chips\.

“So… what do I do now?” you ask Sephos\.

You feel something happening behind you\. You turn to see a black spot on your tail\.

“What the fuck?”

More spots appear on your tail, spreading across your tail until everything turns black\. You feel a pulling sensation\. The bones and muscles in your tail stretch, extending it almost three times its length\.

“Wh\-what’s happening?”

Sephos waves aside your question\. Your fur clumps together, flattening against your skin as if they’re melting\. Then it hardens into…

Your fluffy tail has transformed into a sleek, reptilian tail\. Streaks of blue run across it, matching the pattern on Sephos’ scales\. You stand up and try moving it, feeling a wave of strong contractions ripple through your tail muscles\.

“You… what did you…?”

“Taking what is rightfully mine\. As I promised, it’s still attached to your body\.”

“But it’s a snake’s tail\! I’ll look stupid walking outside now\!”

“We can end the game here, then\.”

Losing here is not an option, but you would strongly prefer not to leave this place looking like a patchwork monster\.

“I… I’ll continue playing\. But if I win, I want my body parts back\.”

“You’re very demanding\.” Sephos picks up a chip and flips it back and forth between his fingers\. “And if I refuse? Will you stop playing here and repay what you owe?”

You take a sharp breath\. You know there’s no way you can repay him\. Not in a month, not in a year, not in a lifetime\. You sit down\.

“Fine\. I’ll keep playing\.”

Your freedom is worth a few mismatched limbs\.

“Place your bets\.”

You hesitantly push your “left leg” chip forward worth $10,000\. Sephos’s undershirt and pants are only worth $7500 together, so he’ll have to bet his underwear too\. To your delight, you see him push all three chips forward\.

You’re dealt a 10 and a 6\. Sephos’ face\-up card is a king, so your 16 probably won’t be enough to beat him\.

“Hit\.” You get a 3\. “Stand\.”

Sephos hits, then stands\.

You’ve got a 19, and Sephos busts with a 24\.

As the snake stands up and takes off his undershirt, your eyes are drawn to his sleek scales\. The moonlight reflects off his black skin, and for a second you’re convinced he’s wearing latex again\. But no, you can see streaks of deep blue scales across his body, and the grey underside of his neck that goes down his toned chest and defined abs\.

Then he takes off his pants\. His trunks outline his muscular thighs and crotch bulge\.

Sephos’ sizable bulge moves with the snake\. You swear the dealer is taking his time to hang up the snake’s clothes\.

“It’s only because I want to get the game done and over with,” you tell yourself\.

Then finally, he slips off his trunks, and you see his blue serpentine cock, fully erect\. Angled ridges run down the tapered shaft, ending at the genital slit at his crotch\.

You catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation, and you exhale\. As he sits, you can’t help but stare at his girth\. Then you glimpse Sephos’ smug grin, and you look away\.

“Place your bets\.”

You’re about to bet your left leg when you realise Sephos no longer has any clothes chips\. Except for a lost tail, you’re essentially on an even footing\. Bet big, and you can make him lose big\. You bet both your legs and your abs, forcing him to match your bet\.

The dealer slides two cards towards you: a 5 and an 8\. Sephos’ face\-up card is 4\.

“Hit\.” You get a 4 for a total of 17\. Not ideal, you can’t risk busting on this\. Besides, Sephos would have to hit to beat your hand, and potentially go bust himself\.

Sephos hits, then stands\. He has 21 with his 4, 10, and 7\.

You try to ignore the uncanny feeling as the black scales spread down your legs\. Soft fur turns into hard scales\. Some of the black scales fade into shimmering blue\. The transformation spreads down your thighs, then to your lower leg\. Your abs turn into a slender torso of black and grey scales\.

As the scales spread down your feet, your paw pads harden into thickened skin, and your toenails grow into sharp claws\. You clench your feet\. For a moment, you can see yourself digging your claws into that husky’s back, then you snap yourself out of the trance\. You can’t indulge yourself like this, not here\.

“Place your bets\.”

You should probably be less reckless with your next bet, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise, and you’ve learnt to always follow your gambler’s instinct\. After all, that instinct has served you well so far\. You bet both your arms\.

The cat shuffles the deck and deals\. You get a 9 and 4\. Sephos has an 8\.

“Hit\.” You get a king\. Bust\.

But you keep your composure and smile\. With any luck, Sephos would interpret your reaction as you having a good hand of cards, and hit until he goes bust too\.

“Hit\.” Sephos draws a card\.

“Hit\.” Another one\.

You both show your hands\. He has an 8, 3, 2, and 4, for a total of 17\. The dealer takes your chips away\.

You feel your claws push out through your fingertips, tapering into vicious tips\. Black scales spread from your fingers, going up the back of your hand, then your forearms\. There’s also tension in your muscles\. You look down, seeing their accentuated curves push through your scaly skin\. It feels like pure vigour is coursing through your veins\.

You feel powerful with your newfound strength\.

“Sephos’ strength,” you correct yourself\.

Except that it’s now yours\. The skin from your hands to your shoulder has turned into scales\. You need to give your new arms a try\. Trying not to be too obvious about it, you flex your biceps\.

You feel strong\. You realise the tension in your legs earlier is also from your muscle growth\. You clench and flex, feeling a sense of potency rising within you\. Almost as if you can jump and reach the high ceiling, despite it being at least 4\-storeys above you\.

You try to pick up a gambling chip, but your claws leave scratches on the glass table\. Your transformed hands are more dangerous with those claws\. With muscle memory no longer serving you, you gingerly pick it up with the tip of your claws\. This is how Sephos must feel with hands like these\.

“Place your bets\.”

Despite your heightened power, you still have to win this game\. You look at Sephos’ chips\. He still has all his body parts, for a total value of $210,000\. You only have your chest and head for $50,000 each\. If you want to make a dent in his pile…

You push your remaining chips to the middle, forcing Sephos to match your bet with his tail, legs, arms, and abdomen; $10,000 more than you bet\.

As the dealer shuffles the cards, you stare hard, as though you could manifest a good outcome for yourself\.

You want this to go well\. No, you need this to go well\.

He deals you a 2 and 3\. Sephos has a 9 right off the bat\.

“Hit\.” A king\. One more\.

“Hit\.” 8\. Bust\.

Sephos stands, so there’s no hope of him busting there\. He reveals his cards to show a 9 and a queen\.

You brace yourself for the change\. For a moment, nothing happens\. Then there’s heat spreading across your back\. You can feel your skin and fur give way to more scales\.

“You’ve lost\.” Sephos announced\.

“No… some more…”

Your hand clutches your bare chest, feeling your pecs firm up under your fingers\. It feels tight and painful, but the fire that runs through your veins is such a potent feeling that the aches hardly matter\.

“You have nothing left to bet\.”

You look down into a shimmering sea of black scales covering your body\. Only your head is left\.

“Surely there is,” you say, fighting the pain through clenched teeth\. The black scales continue to spread up your neck\. “I can still win\.”

Sephos signals to the cat, who nods and leaves\.

“Hnng\!” You grunt as two flaps on the side of your neck spread outwards, connecting to your head\. You’re growing a serpentine hood\.

The cat returns with a third tray, this time with only three chips\. The chips show a silhouette of a head, each with a unique symbol in its middle: a smiling face, a clock, and a fingerprint\. You don’t recognise what the icons mean, but you can read the value\. The smiling face and clock are worth $200,000 each, but the fingerprint is worth $500,000\.

You clutch your muzzle as it narrows into a sharp snout\. Two sharp fangs push out on either side of your jaw, armed with venomous glands\.

“Are you sure you want to bet every last thing you own?” He smirks\.

He’s egging you on, you can tell\. He thinks you’re a coward who will back down at the first sign of danger\. But that’s not you\. You’re better than this\. You flare your hood at him and hiss back, with your blue tongue flicking at him\.

“I’ll beat you, you’ll see\.”

“If you say so\.”

The pain subsides as the transformation is complete\. You’re now an exact physical copy of the snake sitting across from you\. You take a deep breath\. You just have to win, and you’ll be back to normal\.

He turns to the dealer\. “You may begin\.”

“Place your bets\.”

You’re in no hurry\. With a token worth $200,000, Sephos will be forced to bet almost all his body parts\. Then what happens? Will he grow fur and transform into you? You relish the possibility\.

The dealer gives you a 4 and 8\. Sephos has a jack, so you’re going to need another card\.

“Hit\.” 10\. Bust\.

Sephos stands with a jack and queen, and the dealer collects your chips\.

You lean back in your armchair and gaze at him with a smug smile on your lips\.

“What did I lose?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” The snake chuckles\.

You sneer at him\. His arrogance is grating\. But then again, you’re feeling cocky yourself\. After all, it’s hard not to be so confident when you have so much going for yourself\. You stroke your fingers across your firm pecs, tracing them down to the mountains and valleys of your abs\.

“Place your bets\.”

You brush the dealer aside\. “We’re not continuing until you tell me what that chip was\.”

“You haven’t figured it out?”

That smirk again\. You narrow your eyes at him\.

“You’re playing a childish game\. Tell me now, or we’ll be here all night\.”

“I have all the time in the world\. But if you must know, that chip represents your personality\.”

“So… I’ve just lost my personality?”

He doesn’t respond, but you know he’s right\. You do feel more confident, more self\-assured\. And more powerful; not in a physical way, but in an immaterial way that seems to permeate every fibre of your being\. Sephos may have the upper hand for now, but he’s nothing to you\. You’re better than him, and you’ll make sure he knows it before the night is done\.

“This is just a small matter\. I’ll have the last laugh here when I make you clear my debts\.”

“We’ll see\. Now, if you’re done stalling, shall we continue?”

You bet the chip with the clock\. You get a 6 and a 2\.

“Hit\.” Another 6\.

“Hit\.” 9\. Bust again\.

Sephos wins with a K and 9\.

You gaze at him nonchalantly, refusing to ask about what you’ve just lost\. Since these are all symbols inside the silhouette of a head, you guess these have to do with a mental state\. After all, you did lose your personality in the previous round\. You pause and try to examine your thoughts\. You can still think, so that’s still there\. Is it your emotions? Nope, you can still feel anger and contempt for Sephos\. Your imagination? Nope, you can still picture things in your head: a blue sky, birds chirping, laying on a grassy field\.

The token you’ve just lost had a clock on it\. Is it the sense of time? Maybe\. You try to think about how much time has passed since you—

Since you what? Stepped into the room? How did you come in? Or have you always been here? You look around you\. You’re in a large hall with a carpeted floor and a giant chandelier\. Moonlight streams in through the wall opposite you\. Sephos—you remember his name, at least—is seated on the other armchair with a glass table between you\.

Through the glass tabletop, you see Sephos’ erect serpenthood\. You’re both stripped of your clothes; exposed and bare\. A carnal instinct rushes through your body; an impulse to get down and worship his maleness\. Scales against scales, sliding against each other with smooth, strong movements\.

You catch your mind wandering\.

Focus\. Try to remember\.

The only thing you recall is that you’re here to play a game with Sephos, and you’re here to win\.

“You took my memories\.”

“I just need to win,” you tell yourself\. “Beat him at his game, and everything will come back to me\.”

You look at the single chip in front of you\. There’s a silhouette of a head with a fingerprint in its middle\.

“Are you going to tell me what this chip represents?”

“You’ll find out\. After all, what else do you have left to bet?”

You clench your teeth\. His smug attitude irks you\.

“Place your bets\.” A cat standing beside the glass table shuffling a deck of cards\.

You push your last chip forward\. All or nothing\.

You get a 3 and 10\. The snake’s face\-up card is a 7\.

“Hit\.” 8\. You have 21\. You stand\. You’ve got this\.

Sephos hits once, then stands\.

Sephos has a 7, 10, and 4, for a total of 21 too\.

You don’t lose your chip\.

“Again\.” You bet your sole chip again\.

He deals you a 3 and K\. Sephos has a 4\.

“Hit\.” 5\. You stand\.

Sephos looks at his cards, then at you\. He smiles\. Is he trying to read you? Maybe, but you mask everything behind an unperturbed expression\.

He takes one card, then stands\.

You reveal your cards\. He has a 4, K, and 6, beating your 18 with a 20\.

You try to stand up, but your legs are too shaky to hold you, and you collapse to the carpet\.

“So what do I lose?”

You look up at Sephos through the glass table\. Scattered cards and tokens frame his proud, blue eyes\.

“Your identity\.”

But you know who you are\. You’re Sephos\. Well, you’re not the Sephos, the snake in front of you, but that doesn’t matter\.

Sephos gets up, allowing the cat to move the armchair back before sitting down again\. There’s more space between him and the table now; space for you\.

Staying on your knees, you crawl towards him\. You flick your tongue, getting a whiff of his light musk\. Your snout presses against his crotch, nuzzling against the base of his erect shaft\. You’re eager to serve his dick, but you restrain yourself\. Your Master must give you permission first\.

Yeah, that sounds right\. Sephos is your Master\.

Your hands grip his firm thighs as you continue to stroke the sides of his genital slit\. You use your muzzle at first, gently feeling his smooth scales against your face\. Then, you start using your tongue\.

Your tongue caresses his shaft, stroking every ridge of that serpentine form\. It’s already slick and salty from the pre leaking out his tip\. Starting from the base of his shaft, you skim your tongue up its underside\. You reach the peak of his length, licking up the bead of precum that had formed there\. He tastes heavenly\.

Your eyes catch Sephos’ gaze\. His smirk no longer annoys you\. It’s confident and self\-assured, traits of a good Master\. He nods, giving you the permission to continue\.

“Thank you, Master\.”

You open your mouth and take Master’s male glory in your maw, quickly realising you’re not prepared to take his size\. His girth spreads your mouth open, and you almost gag from his immense length\. Your hand grips his thigh harder, and he chuckles\.

He places a hand on your head and presses down, gently but firmly\.

You almost choke as his dick reaches the back of your mouth\. Then you relax and let him fill out your throat\.

“Thng yuhh Masthur\.” You try to thank him through your mouth full of cock\.

You lift your head up, just enough to catch a breath\. Then you plunge back down on his shaft\. Careful not to use your teeth, you squeeze your maw and tongue against the warm and hard flesh\. You feel the firm ridges against your tongue as you explore every inch of his skin\.

Your saliva mixes with his copious pre, lubing up his dick for more\. You raise your head up\.

With each descent, you let out a soft “ghrk\!” as you stifle a choke\. His scent engulfs your senses\. Your instinct tells you that Master is enjoying this\. After all, Master’s pleasure is your pleasure\. A warmth spreads from your slit as the peak of your blue member emerges\.

Still wrapped around his cock, you look up at him with pleading eyes\. He nods and gives you permission, so you reach down and tease your tapered tip with your fingers, massaging its firm flesh\.

Fuck\. It feels so good\.

You’re barely in control of your body\. Every action feels like it’s guided by some unseen force, letting you sink deeper and deeper into a sea of pleasure\.

Your cock is at full mast as you stroke it fervently with one hand\. Your other hand is wrapped around Master’s shaft, squeezing and pumping in time with your oral thrusts\.

You can feel it\. He’s close, and so are you\.

“Don’t hold back,” you hear his voice in your mind\.

“Don’t hold back,” you want to tell Master\.

Master lets out a guttural gasp\. His hips buck, thrusting forcefully against you\.

You gag as his manhood spreads your throat and unloads his potent seed into you\. Warm broth escapes your cock\-plugged maw as you shoot an orgasm of your own\.

Your vision is fuzzy\. You gulp down his essence with each pump of your cock\. Your hands run on autopilot, milking yourself dry\.

Then finally, you’re done\. Every drop of Master’s cum has been swallowed\. Every drop of your cum has been spilled onto the carpet\. Still kneeling, you lean back and let your arms support you\. Your eyes meet Master’s and you give him a dazed grin, cum still leaking out from the side of your mouth\.

“Good boy,” Master says, and you feel a warm shiver run down your spine\.

For a moment, you feel like there’s something you’ve forgotten\. Weren’t you here because of a debt? Someone owes you money\.

The aroma of his cum\-coated dick blankets your mind with bliss\. You smile\. You’re sure it’s fine\. After all, you get the feeling that the debt has already been repaid in full\.