Submit to Darius

James stepped forward towards the man in front of him.

As he did so he felt a strange, almost servile, feeling overcoming him. He'd never been particularly submissive before but looking at Darius he couldn't help but want to serve. Why he wanted that was completely beyond his rational mind and James was fully conscious of the absurdity of the notion but at the same time the desire was still there. He wanted it anyway.

He also wanted to pause in the doorway or run away but instead he walked forward and, upon being noticed by Darius, felt oddly giddy. He noticed me, James though in elation to himself. His master had noticed him.

Wait what? Where the hell had that come from? His master?

"Kneel," commanded Darius.

James did so immediately. He didn't really understand why, but he did it.

"Stick out your tongue."

James also did so immediately.

"Following orders without hesitation so quickly. Either you were a submissive bitch to begin with or the powder works very well on you."

James suddenly remembered that he'd been passed out. Apparently this man had **** him as well, though James wasn't aware of any kind of **** that could do this to a person. He knew he should speak up but at the same time his desire to serve made him completely unwilling to waste his master's time with such prattling - especially when kneeling gave him such a nice angle to look at his master's beautiful cock.

James shuddered at that thought. He wasn't sure if it was lust or revulsion, but the drool appearing in his mouth decidedly lead him towards the conclusion of lust. Though why he'd become suddenly obsessed with the powerful and masculine cock of his black master when James had, until that point, considered himself straight was completely beyond him.

Darius laughed then as he saw James staring intently at his cock. "Little white faggot wants my cock now does he?"

James nodded. Part of him didn't want to, but whether it was the **** of his own lust, a much greater part wanted to please the superior being in front of him.

"Maybe if you earn it, but only if you earn it. Do you want to be my little house pet, white boy?"

James nodded enthusiastically. One side of him was genuinely terrified by the prospect but the other part of him loved the idea of that. Either way, James realised, the next six months were likely to be very strange.

"Strip. I want to see what we're working with," Darius spoke and as soon as Darius had finished speaking James stripped as quickly as he could.

When his clothes were on the floor next to him Darius told him to put his hands on his head, sit on the balls of his feet, and spread his legs as wide as he could. James did so and Darius inspected his new servant intensely.