The First Tribute

In the heart of the city, where the lights never dim and luxury is a way of life, there lived a man named Marcus. Marcus was no ordinary man; he was a chubby bear with a commanding presence and a penchant for financial domination. His charisma and confidence drew people in, but it was his intellect and dominance that kept them enthralled.

Enter James, a high-powered executive by day, but a secret cash pig by night. James had everything money could buy, expensive suits, a luxury home, and a fleet of luxury cars. Yet, he felt an unshakeable void, a craving for something or rather, someone to dominate his life and finances.

Their paths crossed one evening at an exclusive underground club known for its discretion and allure. Marcus, lounging in a velvet armchair, exuded an air of authority. James, with a racing heart and a curious mind, approached him.

"Good evening," James stammered, feeling an unusual thrill course through him.

Marcus looked up, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Evening. What brings you here?"

James swallowed hard. "I’m looking for someone to take control. Someone...like you."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with interest. "Is that so? And what are you willing to offer in return for my control?"

Without hesitation, James replied, "Everything."

From that moment, an unspoken agreement formed between them. Marcus would be the dominant force in James's life, and James would willingly surrender his wealth to satisfy his deepest desires.

Their dynamic evolved quickly. Marcus's demands were clear and absolute. The first tribute was a substantial amount, transferred to Marcus's account without a second thought. It was a thrilling exchange for both; Marcus relished the power, while James felt a profound sense of release and purpose.

Weeks passed, and James's tributes grew larger and more frequent. Each transaction was a testament to his growing devotion and Marcus's unwavering dominance. But it wasn't just about the money. Marcus began to shape James's life, dictating how he should spend his time, what he should wear, and even who he should associate with.

One evening, as Marcus and James dined in an upscale restaurant, Marcus leaned in close. "There's something more I want from you, James."

James's breath hitched, his mind racing with possibilities. "Anything, Marcus. Just name it."

Marcus smiled, a glint of mystery in his eyes. "I have plans for you, plans that will take this arrangement to a new level. But for now, enjoy your meal. You'll find out soon enough."...

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