The uncertain Lane practically trembles as he tries to follow the man’s orders, immediately being corrected on how he addresses Master Kamp. The Boy Lane was used to submitting to men at his own leisure, but was still adjusting to the type of dynamic that was being asked of him. He understood how to take orders, but the added layer of referring to the men as Sir was something he would have to get used to.

This was not the type of situation that Lane could back out of if he decided he wasn’t interested. Being initiated by Master Kamp meant that certain expectations would be thrust upon him. Lane was questioning whether or not this was a good decision, if this was the correct path for him to learn about the world of domination. But all of that fell away once he felt Master Kamp’s hands on him, almost as though the touch had activated the boy’s submissive side.

Short of breath as his clothes are taken off on his behalf, The Boy Lane’s skin is covered in goosebumps as he feels Master Kamp’s tongue invade his backdoor. Soft moans can be heard escaping the gay boy slave as the rimming turns his body on and his brain off.

Soon Lane forgets what his worries are as Master Kamp takes full control of the sexual exchange, teasing the boy’s hung erection nonchalantly as he opens his hole. This gay twink slave was enjoying himself, that was plain to see. Master Kamp brought out a glass dildo that matched the size of Lane’s hard cock. He teased the bottom boy with it, before using it to penetrate his tight entrance.

Being presented his own uniform with a black jockstrap and black bowtie, Lane understood that he was now an official slave in the Collective. However, rather than mixed emotions, he only felt an excitement to see what they had planned for him next, and the boy wouldn’t have to wait long.