Pick 6 Cages

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Crawford Rhine

ISBN :978-1-4874-3246-1

Page :203

Word Count :61430

Publication Date :2021-05-07

Series : The Master and Servant#9

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Available Formats : Pick 6 Cages (pdf) , Pick 6 Cages (epub) , Pick 6 Cages (mobi) , Pick 6 Cages (prc)

Category : Erotic Romance , LGBTQIA+ Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-3246-1

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Brand has waited his whole life to be called to Service and meet his Master for the first time. But when it finally happens, he discovers he is in a contest with many others and winning won’t necessarily get him what he really wants.

Brand gets called to Service and waits to meet his Master. He quickly finds out that the Master is a famous football player, Marshall Taylor, but he is undecided about what kind of Servant he wants. Brand is in competition with at least five others and he is put on the spot immediately. He performs well enough to catch the Master’s attention, but it is with one of the Master’s friends that he makes an immediate connection, Chase McIntyre. Marshall decides to purchase four of the six Servants and moves them into his house. Chase and Brand take their infatuation to a whole new level, leaving them both in a dilemma with no resolution. Chase has to save Brand from some kidnappers, which makes Marshall realize that he should be Brand’s true Master. Brand is so close to getting everything he wants, but is it that simple?

My cage was delivered on a hot August day, making me grateful that I was only wearing a very skimpy jock strap. The sweat was rolling down my torso as I sat on the bamboo floor and heard my handlers struggling with placing my cage down in exactly the right spot. The room to which they had delivered me was large, based on the echo of sounds that I could hear. The heavy drape covering the bars of my cage kept me from seeing anything and severely restricted my hearing as well as the air flow.

I had left Charleston a day ago, having been locked inside my cage before I was loaded onto a private jet to be delivered to my Master. It was all by my own choosing, of course. I had waited for this moment for most of my life. In fact, since my thirteenth birthday, I had been waiting and now it was here.

In the hot cage I had nothing to do but wait and think, so I let my mind wander back to my thirteenth birthday party, five years ago. We had a family dinner, like most kids turning my age did. My father, my brothers, and my granddad joined me at our house. My father had made my favorite meal, spaghetti with homemade garlic bread. He had bought me a sheet cake from my favorite local bakery.

There are no women in our world. Females lived on another world, separated from the males. When women had a male baby, they were sent to our side to be raised by the man who had donated the sperm. Sometimes when I was small, I would dream of my Mother, or the representation of the woman who I thought of as her. She was always very kind and very pretty.

Now that I was older, I didn’t have those dreams anymore, but just accepted the fact that our worlds were never meant to mix. So my world consisted of men and men who were attracted to men. The majority of our society was NOMARs, or non-marked men. These men were sexually attracted to females, which they were never destined to meet.

A very small percentage of our population was marked men, those that were sexually attracted to males. Marked guys were rare and were revealed to the world on their thirteenth birthday. Different people had different reactions to the revelation of the mark.

My reaction was not one of surprise at the time. I had felt the stirrings inside me before they were confirmed. When my face started to change there at the dinner table, I couldn’t see it, but I could see the reaction on the rest of my family’s faces. My Dad and Grandfather were worried, my older brother was happy, and my little brother was horrified.

I jumped up from the table and rushed to the hall restroom. Staring into the mirror, I saw the blue line as it developed and expanded along my jaw line. It started as a light spot and then spread from the bottom of my left ear to almost the tip of my chin. The blue of the mark became lighter and brighter before settling on a pale neon hue that remains to this day. I had tried to scrub it off, but it was a part of my skin.

The mark easily identified me as a man who was attracted to other men, which did offer several benefits. One was that I was able to attend a special school, called The Service Academy, or SA, that was run by and only for marked guys. A second benefit to being marked was that after school was over, I would have the chance to enter The Service. The Service was a program that allowed marked guys to enter a fantastic lottery of sorts. The third benefit to being marked was always having a slew of options for sex. Marked guys were fair game, and NOMARs were always willing to fuck.

Wealthy NOMARs used The Service to call for a marked guy to be their sexual Servant. In exchange for this, the NOMAR became a Master and agreed to pay the Servant one million dollars a year for up to two years, according to a contract signed by both parties. If at the end of the first year, the Master wanted to terminate the contract, then the money was paid and the contract was completed.

Most marked guys saw this as a fantastic chance to make a lot of money very quickly. I saw it as a chance to have a fantastic once-in-a-lifetime experience and possibly meet the man of my dreams. Either option—financial well-being or love—made the risk worth it for me. I decided on the spot to enter into The Service when I graduated from the SA.

My two years at the Service Academy had been a blast. I had learned things about sex that I never would have guessed would even be possible. I had also learned a lot about myself. There were things that I did and had done to me that were amazing and I will never forget my time there, ever. Now, however, I was ready for the next chapter of my life, to use all the lessons I had learned to seduce a Master and make him fall in love with me.

I had never really been in love before, although I had crushed on guys hard before. While most of my friends at the SA where digging on each other and fucking nightly in the dorms, I preferred to be more selective and was drawn to some of the older professors and advisors.