The Master [MxMxM+]

02

Alexander Kane was an extremely wealthy man. If he'd liked, he could have retired and still had enough money to spoil himself rotten every single day till the day he died. But this was not the way that Alexander Kane thought. He liked fun you see, and expensive thrills on the account of people who wanted his money.

He realized that if he offered his money people would do as he said, and would turn with the flick of a hand, then he could reward and punish them as he saw fit. So that was where he decided to throw his money.

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

It started out with a set of rules he made up, then a sum of money that most people would consider too much, and then invitations.

Easier said than done.

Alexander always expected perfection no matter what the situation was. So it obviously wasn't a walk in the park to work until everything fell into place. But here they were.

The number of people who signed up every year was baffling. But he couldn't even be bothered to give them all his attention.

They made massive cuts over the years and then he sat his assistant down to talk about his tastes. He liked them strong, cocky and most preferably sexy. He basically wanted them to look like people who would put up a fight if they tried to be dominated. People he could hold down and teach who was really in charge. He didn't care about height or build or even color. Height was just preference, everyone had their own tastes. Build and weight was also a preference, to some extent. In his case, he couldn't give two fucks. But race and color, those things only mattered to the lower half of average minded people. And the Master was by no means, an average minded person.

His assistant then picked out a bunch of people for him, keen about everything he'd mentioned. It was one of the reasons he never thought of replacing his assistant. Sometimes he worked like he was an extension of the Master himself, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

And so began the program. And years filled with fun and forged affection. It still pleased him a great deal. In a way, it gave him a sense of what it was like to be happy. It was intoxicating. As far as he was concerned, happiness ended when people got attached. It really wasn't that complicated.

Alexander Kane wasn't into commitments and any unwanted thoughts of settling down with anyone, so he knew that he was going to do this for the rest of his life. And he loved that he could.

It went successfully. He had a selected number of people to warm his bed for half the year and his privacy for the other.

It was perfect.

But over the years, everyone that signed up as he noticed, began to look the same. 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 looks and personality and carried themselves the same way.

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.

He liked to be obeyed, but he liked the chase too. Not people without backbones trying to break for him.

This year he was hell bent on doing things a little differently. The prize would be four times its original, and everyone would be hand picked by him. And so it began.

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Mr. Kane settled in a secluded area where he couldn't be seen as he watched the competitors getting on and off the stage one by one. The room was filled with rows of empty seats curved in to engulf the stage halfway. The lights were bright enough for him to observe everyone clearly.