Make him your eternal bitch

"What did you do?" you sternly tell Garrett.

"I cleaned your side of the room. Have I proved my worth to you?"

"Do I look happy?" you take a step closer to him and point to Garrett's side of the room, "What is all this shit?"

"That's my things..."

"No they are my things." You grab Garrett's hair and pull his head back.

"Your value is nothing. You deserve nothing. You own nothing but what I graciously give you. You exist to do as I say. Am I clear?"

"Yes." Garrett replied hastily.

"Yes...Giver. You will call me Giver because I give you everything. I give you purpose and reason."

"Yes, Giver."

"I will start by giving you a new name. You are no longer Garrett, but One. Serving me will bring you a sense of joy and quench your undying craving of my body. You won't so much as speak, because your mouth can't say words unless I feed them to you. You are an object. My object. Am I understood One?" One nodded in response. "Good, Now tidy up my room and make it so all of my things are better organized."

Garrett got to work re-organizing the room. He pushed the beds together and moved all his clothes into your closet. You love to watch that tight ass of his jiggle as he walks, his still hard cock flopping around. You look down and see that One isn't the only one hard. Your cock is leaking pre-cum staining the front of your pants. Shit, you really like these pants.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door.