This story is based on pure fantasy

Slave School

Chapter IV

The Butler

Jensen sent me an address, it was 6:00 PM when the car's GPS notified me of the last turn, I was heading towards a quite rudimentary gate, it was a plot of land that could very well be a farm, although the plot was dominated by a multi-story mansion, not luxurious at first sight, rather old and barely well maintained, but of enormous dimensions. Behind the house, one could guess what would be an industrial warehouse, if not for the location. As I approached the gate, I noticed a man with a serious expression and a butler's suit. Before opening the gate, he looked at me, trying to avoid my gaze, made a small bow with his head and opened it. I thanked him and continued on my way towards a fountain just before the house, where another extremely tall and robust-bodied butler, with the same attitude, welcomed me.

"Welcome, my lord. God Jensen is waiting for you to show you around. If you wish, I will accompany you to meet him."

I was surprised by the excessive submission with which he greeted me, but I accepted - "Of course, I'll follow you."

"As you command…" He opened the worn-out door to reveal an interior with a marble floor that looked freshly polished, walls papered in burgundy and gold thread, mahogany furniture with marble countertops. On the very high walls surrounding the foyer presided over by two grand staircases leading upstairs, there were paintings of naked men with huge members. Right between the two staircases, there was a replica of Michelangelo's David, but this time with an enormous erect member between his legs.

We went up the stairs while I delighted in the paintings and the butler's ass that was going up in front of me. Upon entering the office located in the middle of the stairs...

"Come here," Jensen said with a serious expression, his face turned red in a matter of seconds...

The butler approached him, looking at the ground, terrified... Jensen grabbed him by the shirt collar and made him bow to his level, while the slave continued to avoid eye contact.

"What is wrong in this scene, servant?" He said with a rough voice, his mouth just a few millimeters from the butler's nose...

"I entered in front of a superior... my place is always behind..." "Take off your belt," he ordered... "Sam, do you mind coming here next to this scum?"

I approached him while saying that I had told him I would follow him, he made a gesture of denial, as if reassuring that he had something more to add...

I stood next to the butler and Sam turned him around so that he could see himself reflected in the mirror...

The slave started to cry as he watched that scene unfold while babbling...

"I'm sorry, God... I hadn't realized my status... my position should always be below the Gods..." At that moment, he knelt down and got on all fours...
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