LIFE OF A MASTER

Setting: A sleek, hyper-modern government center, filled with state-of-the-art technology. The walls are adorned with screens displaying various statistics and societal messages promoting the order of dominance and submission. The atmosphere is sterile and clinical, yet charged with anticipation.

Characters:

Dean Gold: A boy on the cusp of his 18th birthday, eager to learn his fate and return to his family.

Jake Johnson: Dean's boyfriend, who recently turned 18 and was classified as a Dom (Master).

Dean Gold sat on the edge of his bunk, staring at the small holographic photo of his family that he kept by his bed. Tomorrow was his 18th birthday, the day he would finally undergo the tests that would determine his status as either a Dom or a Sub. For now, all he could think about was reuniting with his family. He hadn't seen his four older brothers in years, and he didn't know their statuses.

Dean’s brothers had all gone through the same process before him. David, the eldest at 21, had always been the responsible one. Derek, 20, was known for his rebellious streak. Daniel and Damon, the 19-year-old twins, were inseparable, yet so different in personality. Despite their differences, Dean longed to see them again, to reconnect after so many years apart.

Dean felt a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. He glanced at Jake Johnson, his boyfriend, who was packing his belongings into a sleek, government-issued bag across the room. Jake had turned 18 yesterday and had gone through the tests. He was classified as a Dom.

"Hey," Dean said softly, breaking the silence. Jake looked up and smiled, walking over to sit beside Dean.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Jake asked, his voice calm and reassuring. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"A bit," Dean admitted. "I’m more excited to go home, though. I can't wait to see my brothers. I just... I wonder what they’ll think of me, no matter what my status turns out to be."

Jake nodded. "They'll be proud of you, Dean. You’ve grown so much here. And no matter what, you’ll always have me." His eyes softened as he spoke, filled with genuine affection.

Dean smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. "Thanks, Jake. That means a lot." He leaned in and kissed Jake softly, a moment of tenderness in their uncertain world.

"Do you know what it was like?" Dean asked after a moment. "The tests, I mean."

Jake hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, it was intense. They test everything – your mind, your body, your emotions. But it's over quickly. And then... you know where you belong."

Dean took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I just hope I can be strong enough, whatever the result."

"You will be," Jake said firmly. "You’re one of the strongest people I know."

The two boys sat in silence for a while, leaning on each other for comfort. The glow from the holographic family photo illuminated Dean's face, highlighting his determined expression.

As the lights dimmed, signaling bedtime, Dean lay back on his bunk. Tomorrow would change everything. No matter the outcome, he knew he would face it head-on, just as his brothers had before him. And with Jake by his side, he felt a little more ready to face whatever the future held.

In the quiet of the night, Dean whispered to himself, "Just one more day."

HI every chyoa users,

Thank you for joining me on this journey through the LIFE OF MASTER. Before you dive into the next chapter, I have a small request:

Just like in a game where you get to choose your own adventure, I invite you to activate your "game mode" while reading. You guys already may know, but for new users like me, What does that mean? It's simple:

Imagine yourself as a character in this story. Feel the emotions, experience the highs and lows, and immerse yourself fully in the world we're about to explore together.

You have the power to shape the narrative with your imagination, turning each page into an adventure of your own making.

So, grab your imagination, turn on your "game mode," and let's embark on this journey together!

With gratitude,

STRIP