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Friday, September 30, 2022

[SS-1133] Choosing Flavors


[CHOOSING FLAVORS]

Siphor was looking at two bottles. He was sitting on a chair at the rooftop of the hotel. He was shirtless because he was swimming.

In a few minutes was the deadline for a decision. His wife got cancer and he sought the help of a mafia boss to pay for her hospitalization. She was healed, but now, Siphor has to pay.

But Siphor did not have any money.

He was invited by the mafia boss to that hotel. The mafia wanted a ceremonial way of him signifying his decision.

"There are two bottles in the table. The brown one means you will be giving all your properties to me. You will lose your home and everything. The orange one means you will pay by being my slave. Drink when you have made a decision." Those were the instructions he got via phone.

While Siphor valued his freedom, he did not want his family to be homeless. So he would rather leave them in good conditions than come back poor.

Siphor got the orange bottle and stood up. He gazed to the clouds. He was scared but this was the right decision.


He drank the fluid. It tasked like orange.

Immediately, he lost his consciousness and fell to the floor.

When he woke up, he was still at the rooftop. He stood up and saw a bunch of muscular men like him who were wearing blue trunks.

"

Welcome to the sex slave mafia group," greeted one of the men.

Siphor was already wearing the same blue speedos.

There was something about the drink. It made him horny.

Another sex slave cheered, "seems like the orange liquid has affected him. Let's get his ass ready for the boss!"

Siphor was confused why he was powerless when the men manhandled him and started fucking his ass and mouth. Maybe it was the fluid.

But he knows he has paid his dues.




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