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NUMBER 5 - MY RULES
Introduction
I’m Master Habib, your Arab king, and I own your gay ass, slave. You exist for my cock—your only purpose is to please me. Obey, or I’ll fuck you up. I control your body, every inch, ready to pound you day or night. Keep that gay hole shaved and tight, or I’ll punish you ‘til you scream, begging for more of my Arab dominance. No cumming without my say, slave. I’ll edge you ‘til you’re crying, your gay cock throbbing for release, but only I decide. You’ll worship my dick, drooling to suck it, living for my load. Every degrading task I give—licking my boots, taking my thrusts—makes you my perfect gay slut. My rules are law: obey, serve, and fuck for Master Habib, or you’re nothing.
This is what you will learn.
THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL LEARN:
1. Introduction – Why My Piss Is the Ultimate Mark of Master Habib
2. Ritual of Submission – My Piss, Your Gay Surrender
3. Proof of Loyalty – No Backing Down from Master Habib
EXERCISES
FINAL REVIEW – PASS OR REPEAT
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Nathan’s Fall to Master Habib
I’m Master Habib, and Nathan’s bare ass stood trembling before me, eyes glued to the floor. I drank in his fear, his shaky breaths—fuck, it got me hard. He’d been my gay project for months, and tonight, he’d become my perfect slave.
“Look at me,” I barked, ice in my voice. His head snapped up, eyes wide, dripping with gay need. “Your wants are dead, slave. Your comfort, your name—fuck it all. You’re here for my cock, my pleasure. Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” he whimpered, voice shaking with hunger.
I grabbed his jaw, spat hard into his mouth. He swallowed fast, eyes begging for more. “Good,” I sneered. “Kneel and crawl, slave.” He hit the floor, scurrying behind me like a gay dog as I strutted to my chair.
I sat, legs spread, watching him kneel, waiting. “Tonight, Nathan, your body’s mine—every gay inch. I control it all—every touch, every shiver. Mine alone.”
“Yes, Master,” he gasped, eyes glowing with slave lust.
“Stand,” I snapped. He jumped up. I circled him, fingers digging into his skin, checking my gay prize. “This body’s for me—to hurt, to shame, to break. You’ll love it, slave, just to keep me hard.”
“Yes, Master,” he panted, practically dripping for me.
“Prove it,” I growled. “Kneel.” He dropped fast. I stuck out my boot, and he kissed it like a slut, humiliating himself for his gay master. Fucking beautiful.
“Stop,” I said. “Stand.” He obeyed, eyes down. “Your head’s mine too, slave. Every fear, every filthy thought—spill it, or I’ll rip it out of you.”
“All yours, Master,” he swore, begging to be owned. “Make me whatever you want.”
“I already did,” I smirked, grabbing his neck. “You’re not a person—you’re my gay shadow, living for my Arab dick.”
Nathan shook, hard and needy. “Yes, Master,” he choked out, lost in me.
“Kneel again,” I ordered. “Spread ‘em.” He did, baring everything, shamed and eager. His gay vulnerability fed me, made me king.
“Your shame’s my fun,” I taunted. “Every low moment’s for me, slave. You live for my cruelty, my cock.”
His breath hitched, turned on by his own ruin. “Yes, Master,” he mumbled, accepting it all.
“Tonight,” I said, voice steel, “you’re mine forever. No freedom, no you—just Master Habib’s gay slave. Every heartbeat’s for me.”
Nathan looked up, eyes blazing with worship. “Thank you, Master,” he whispered, honored to be my bitch.
I leaned back, smirking at my work. Nathan’s just flesh now—gay, obedient, mine. I broke him, built him, and he loves it. My dominance rules; his surrender’s total. Perfect.
