A conversation between friends

Brandon remained on the floor, kneeling in front of Nathan on the couch, awaiting his next command.

"I don't get it. Why are you suddenly so subservient? This isn't your true nature, is it?"

Brandon thought about his behavior for the first time in hours. "I don't know. I think it is. It feels very natural to me right now."

"Really? All this 'punish me, I deserve it' stuff sounds more like things Asher is making you say."

"Nobody makes me say anything. I say whatever I want and I want Master to be happy. So, I say whatever will make him happy. His pleasure is my pleasure."

"Yeah, that definitely doesn't sound like you. Is that pink ribbon really controlling your thoughts that much?"

"I don't know how that could even be possible. This ribbon was a gift and I wear it proudly to show my devotion."

"Somehow, I doubt you would feel the same if I took it off."

"Please don't! I want to wear it. It would be wrong to remove it, especially without Asher here."

"Look, he's right. You've been a huge dick since I joined the band, but no one deserves to be abused this way."

"I do! I deserve the ****! Please, just tell me how to serve you."

"Stand up," Nathan commanded.

Brandon rose from his knees and stood in front of Nathan, still seated on the couch. His gift wrapped erection was now at eye level. It twitched in anticipation.