The Master [MxMxM+]

02

     Alexander Kane was an extremely wealthy man. If he'd liked, he could retire at any moment and still have enough money to spoil himself rotten every single day till the day he died. He could furnish his entire mansion in gold, down to the fountains that adorned the front of it, and his bank account still wouldn't feel the brunt of it. Four million dollars was pocket change, so he'd throw it away any day if it brought him pleasure.

     For a long time, pleasure has been his vice and his utmost indulgence. He loved expensive thrills on the account of people who wanted his money. There was a satisfaction that came out of spoiling people he'd chosen to spoil, rewarding them when they pleased him, and punishing them when they crossed him. What was pocket change to him made others compliant without question. So that was where he was going to part with it.

     And that was how he became the man known as the Master.

     It started out with a set of rules, then a sum of money, and then invitations. But even that in its own right, was easier said than done.

     The Master demanded nothing short of perfection, regardless of the situation. His assistant worked tirelessly until everything fell into place, nothing close to a walk in the park. So here they were.

     The number of people who signed up every year was baffling, but he simply did not have the time to attend to the selection process. His assistant would have to learn his tastes, make the necessary cuts, and present him with only the best.

The master was not an easy man to please, but Tadashi—his assistant—worked harder than the devil worked on a Sunday, earning Alexander's trust over the years.

The Master liked them strong, cocky and most preferably sexy. It wasn't always in the way one looked but rather, their manner.

He wanted someone who could put up a fight, so that he could hold them down and teach them who was really in charge. Height, build, weight or colour, didn't matter to him, everyone had their own taste. And in his case, he couldn't give two fucks. You were either hot, or you weren't. Fuck where you came from.

Alexander didn't think he could ever replace his assistant at this point in time. Sometimes he worked like he was an extension of the Master himself, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

And so began his annual, six-month program. And then followed years filled with fun and fleeting affection. Regardless of its inevitable expiry date, it still pleased him a great deal. In a way, it gave him a sense of what it was like to be content—reminded him of a time when he used to be happy, however little. It was intoxicating. Until someone got attached, then it quickly turned suffocating. Do not get attached. It really wasn't that complicated.

The Master did not entertain commitments and any unwanted thoughts of settling down with anyone...not his cup of tea, so he knew that he was going to do this for a really long time. And he loved that he could.

The program was a success. He had a selected number of people to warm his bed for half the year without disturbance, and his privacy for the other.

It was perfect.

And yet, over the years, everyone that signed up as he noticed, began to look the same. Sometimes even shared same habits and mannerisms. His once perfect and flawless program was beginning to bore him so much that he had to do something about it. Cultivating his tastes had been both a blessing and a curse. His assistant was doing such a good job that every single person was his taste, had the same expected looks and personalities. It was all too predictable.

Even worse than that was how he noticed the greed in their eyes and their willingness to do anything without question, just as long as they got paid in the end. So fucking boring. Disgusting even.