MAKER'S BATHS
The young male executive was awed when he stepped inside the establishment named, "Maker's Baths."
"This is such a remarkable place," he muttered.
Maker, the owner of the bath, told him, "it is. We really designed it for powerful men who deserve pampering."
"It sure looks like it. When my executive friends told me about this place, I thought they were only exaggerating," the executive mentioned. "I already feel relaxed simply by stepping in."
"Then, what more when you dip in our baths... allow me to take your clothes," Maker offered.
The executive undressed and took a shower. He dipped into the first hot bath.
"Ohhhh maaan... this feels good... it feels like it's seeping to my skin... and cleansing me from the inside," the executive mentioned.
Maker, who was standing beside the bath, nodded, "yes that is the effect of this first bath."
The executive suddenly felt the urge to keep quiet. He remained silent.
After fifteen minutes, Maker instructed, "let's move to the next bath."
The executive climbed out and moved to the next bath.
He scratched his head, "there's nobody else here?"
"Yeah, this bath is catered only to rich executives like you," Maker responded firmly.
Then the Maker instructed for him to move to another bath.
He gasped when the Maker undressed and joined him. The Maker had a body of a god.
The straight male executive was too dazed, it was maybe something in the baths. But he found himself kissing the Maker. He felt heavenly.
The Maker fondled his dick and asked, "I bet you want to be fucked now?"
Something in his head told him to reply, "yes."
The Maker probed his hole, "I will fuck you but you need to donate a billion to my mannequin business."
The executive turned around and bent over, "I'll give you whatever you want. Just please... take me... master..."
The Maker grinned. It was the fifth rich executive he had brought to the bath. He plans to get more slave-sponsors.
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