ASKING SORRY

Mike took a deep breath, trying to reign in his anger. He dropped to his knees in front of Ben, swallowing his pride. “I’m sorry, Master,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The vibration of his monitor ceased, and Mike’s coin count stabilized at -100. Ben looked down at him with a mix of satisfaction and pity. “Good. Now, clean me up.”

Mike’s hands trembled as he reached for Ben’s cock. The sight of it, slick with cum from the boi he had just used, made Mike’s stomach churn. But he knew he had ****. As he started to clean Ben with his tongue, his monitor buzzed again, displaying a message: “First cock clean achievement.”

Tears of humiliation stung Mike’s eyes as he performed the task, his mind reeling from the swift and brutal change in his circumstances. When he finished, Ben patted him on the head, a gesture that felt both patronizing and oddly comforting.

“Good boy,” Ben said, his tone softer now. “I know this isn’t what you expected, Mike, but we have to adapt. This island... it changes everything.”

Mike nodded, unable to speak. He felt utterly broken, his spirit crushed under the weight of his new reality. He glanced at his monitor, which now showed a map directing him to their next task. With a heavy heart, he rose to his feet and followed Ben, the man who was once his equal, now his master.