Page 258 of Master of My Life

“Put your hands on the table and bend over.”

He hesitated a moment before doing as Chase told him to.

He ran his hand over his friend’s ass and over his hole that was so nice and loose—not only from

this morning, though. When Alex had come for him earlier, he’d been taken down to the preparation

rooms for an enema and a drug to both loosen his ass and lube it so it wouldn’t hurt when he had to

show his submission to Chase. Included in that solution was a psychedelic drug to lower the mental

protections he’d put in place as a child. It had partially worked in that he recoiled when touched, but

not enough to believe that Sabrina was in genuine danger. They had to have both to get him to do what

he’d never do and overcome his fear.

Richard handed him a needleless syringe with a stronger dose of the drug. This would lower his

mental protections, leaving him completely vulnerable. Chase supposed it was a good sign that he

needed so much of the drug. But enemies weren’t merciful and Ethan needed to trust himself that he

would do the right thing, no matter what the circumstance.

He slid the syringe into Ethan’s asshole and pressed the plunger. Ethan squirmed and then fell to

his knees. Giving him the dose anally meant the drug was absorbed unbelievably quick into his body.

Chase watched as Ethan shook his head and then trembled. A whimper escaped his mouth, and he

grabbed his head and folded himself over his legs, pressing his forehead to the floor.

Guilt threatened to undo him, but Chase pushed it aside. He had to focus on what needed to be

done. He could beg forgiveness later.

Richard handed him a white mask, and he slipped it over his head. All the men wore blank white

masks to prevent Ethan from knowing they were friends.

As if on cue, Sabrina screamed out Ethan’s name from the holding room and he jumped to his feet,

but Alex—he thought it was Alex—grabbed him from behind and pulled him to the center of the

platform.

“You want to save her?” an Elder asked in a muffled voice. It sounded like Richard.

Ethan glared. “Let me go, you fucking bastard.”

“We will let her go if you give us yourself instead.”

“What do you want?”

Richard stepped forward and grabbed hold of Ethan’s balls. Ethan went pale. He looked between

the white mask and the closed door where Sabrina was held. She banged on the door and screamed

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