HAREM

Ben opened his eyes, visibly confused. "My what?"

"Your harem," Jake repeated. "On Chastity Boy Island, true men like us can select locked bois to serve us exclusively. You can have your own group of bois to cater to your every need. You get to name them, command them, and they’re at your beck and call."

Ben looked down at the boi eagerly servicing him, then back at Jake. "I don’t know... It feels wrong. I’ve never been dominant like this before."

Jake chuckled. "It's a different world here, Ben. These bois are here to serve. It’s what they want, what they need. It’s part of the island’s structure. You’re not taking advantage; you’re fulfilling a role that’s been designed for you. Besides, think about it—having a group of dedicated bois means you’ll always have someone ready to take care of your needs. You won’t have to look around or wait your turn."

Ben still seemed uncertain, but Jake continued to explain. "A harem can consist of as many bois as you want. You can choose them based on their skills, their obedience, or simply because you like the look of them. Once they’re part of your harem, they’ll wear a special collar with your name on it. It signifies that they belong to you and that they’re off-limits to other true men unless you permit it."

The boi at Ben’s feet continued to work diligently, his tongue expertly navigating the contours of Ben’s massive cock. The pleasure was undeniable, and Ben found himself considering Jake's words more seriously.