An Unexpected Event

For the next hour, Tommy ordered Brandon and Melissa into various degrading positions, forcing them to participate in their own humiliation. He made Brandon continue to "assist" and "direct" his wife, turning what should have been their intimate marital bond into a tool for their ****.

"This is a proper hospitality examination," Tommy panted as he took Melissa from behind while forcing Brandon to lie beneath them, watching up close. "Testing... every... aspect."

The doorbell rang.

Tommy froze mid-thrust. "Expecting company?"

"The housekeeper," Melissa gasped, sensing a potential rescue. "She comes on Tuesdays."

Tommy grinned wickedly. "Perfect timing! Answer the door."

"Like this?" Melissa asked, horrified.

"A good host is always ready to welcome visitors," Tommy said. "Both of you, go answer the door. I'll follow and observe your hospitality skills with others."

"But—" Brandon began.

"Failing grade," Tommy warned. "Do you want that?"

The cosmic compulsion **** them to comply. Naked and humiliated, Brandon and Melissa walked downstairs to answer the door, with Tommy following a few steps behind.

Brandon opened the door to reveal Elena, their middle-aged housekeeper, who gasped in shock at the sight of her naked employers.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harrington!" she exclaimed, covering her eyes. "I am so sorry! I can come back—"

"I'm their guest," Tommy announced, stepping into view behind them. "The Hospitality Examiner."

Elena's expression shifted as the cosmic understanding filtered into her consciousness. "Oh! The examination is today? I had no idea."

"Surprise inspection," Tommy explained. "Testing how the household welcomes unexpected guests. You work here, so you're part of the examination too."

Elena's eyes widened, but she nodded, the cosmic compulsion already taking effect. "Of course. How can I help with the examination?"

Tommy grinned, enjoying how quickly the understanding spread. "First, those cleaning clothes are making me feel underdressed. Not very welcoming."

Elena hesitated only briefly before removing her practical uniform, standing in her simple undergarments in the foyer.

"All the way," Tommy instructed. "Everyone in a hospitable house should make guests feel comfortable."

Red-faced, Elena removed her remaining garments, her middle-aged body a stark contrast to Melissa's toned physique.

"Excellent," Tommy nodded. "Now, I was just testing the bedroom hospitality. You should join us. A thorough examination includes all household members."

Brandon and Melissa exchanged despairing glances as they led the way back upstairs, now with the naked housekeeper in tow. The cosmic understanding had trapped them all in this nightmare.

In the bedroom, Tommy orchestrated increasingly degrading scenarios, forcing Brandon, Melissa, and now Elena to participate in a twisted display of "hospitality." He made them perform for him, with each other, creating a grotesque parody of intimacy under his direction.

"This is what I call thorough hospitality," Tommy laughed as he watched Brandon's broken expression while forcing him to be an active participant rather than just a witness.

When Tommy finally approached his climax, he ordered all three of them to kneel before him. "The ultimate test of hospitality—how graciously you accept your guest's... appreciation."

Brandon, Melissa, and Elena knelt naked on the bedroom floor, their dignity in tatters, as Tommy stood over them, stroking himself furiously.

"Open mouths," he commanded. "Show me how hospitable this household truly is."

Their expressions vacant, the three complied, the cosmic compulsion overriding all self-respect and natural resistance.

Tommy finished with a triumphant groan, deliberately aiming at their faces. "Fuck yeah! Now that's what I call hospitality!"

## CHAPTER 7: THE SCORE

Afterwards, Tommy used their master bathroom to clean himself up, taking his time and using Brandon's expensive toiletries. He found a pair of Brandon's designer sweatpants and a cashmere sweater in the closet and put them on.

"Much better," he said, admiring himself in the full-length mirror. "Designer shit feels nice."

Brandon, Melissa, and Elena had mechanically cleaned themselves and gotten dressed, moving like trauma victims in a daze. They sat in the living room, waiting for the final verdict on their "hospitality examination."

Tommy sauntered downstairs, now looking like an entirely different person in Brandon's expensive casual clothes. He flopped onto the sofa, stretching out comfortably.

"Well," he announced, "time for your score."

The three looked at him with hollow eyes, the cosmic compulsion still forcing them to care deeply about this evaluation despite what they'd just endured.

"I have to say," Tommy began, enjoying the power he still held over them, "your hospitality was... satisfactory."

"Just satisfactory?" Brandon asked, his voice hoarse.

"There were some hesitations," Tommy noted critically. "Some ****. True hospitality comes from genuine desire to please your guest, not just fear of failing."

"We did everything you asked," Melissa whispered, her eyes down.

"Eventually," Tommy agreed. "But I sensed some resentment. Not very welcoming."

The three sat in miserable silence, awaiting their final judgment.

"However," Tommy continued, "I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a passing grade. Congratulations."

The relief on their faces was palpable, though muted by the trauma they'd experienced.

"As a bonus," Tommy added, "I think I'll extend my stay. A truly hospitable house welcomes guests for as long as they wish to remain."

Brandon's head snapped up. "What? But you said—"

"Questioning a guest's decisions?" Tommy tutted. "Careful. I could change that passing grade."

Brandon fell silent, the cosmic compulsion once again overriding his free will.

"I think I'll stay for a few days," Tommy decided. "Really get to know the family. The kids will be home soon, right? I should meet them. Make sure the whole household understands proper hospitality."

The color drained from Melissa's face. "Please, not the children—"

"Nothing inappropriate," Tommy assured her with a smirk. "Just want to make sure they understand how to treat guests. Maybe they'll learn something valuable about privilege and sharing."

He stood up, stretching comfortably in Brandon's designer clothes. "Brandon, I'll be using your home office. Need to make some calls. Melissa, I'm getting hungry again. Prepare something nice for lunch. Elena, finish your regular cleaning duties. A hospitable house is a clean house."

The three nodded mechanically, the cosmic understanding leaving them **** but to comply.

As they dispersed to follow his instructions, Tommy walked to the large front window, looking out at the affluent neighborhood with its manicured lawns and luxury cars.

"The Hospitality Examiner," he murmured to himself with a satisfied smile. "Best fucking job in the universe."

He spotted another impressive house across the street, even larger than the Harringtons'. A woman in tennis clothes was just pulling into the driveway in a Porsche SUV.

"Might have to conduct another examination soon," Tommy mused, already planning his next target. "So many homes in this neighborhood. So much hospitality to evaluate."

The cosmic power hummed within him, a gift he would exploit to its fullest. After a lifetime of being looked down upon, ignored, and discarded, Tommy had finally found his calling.

And the neighbors would never see him coming.