It was 90 degrees out, and Kris couldn’t move. He wanted to, so badly, but the man who brought him out to his balcony told him he couldn’t. He couldn’t help but obey the Master. The Master told his newest boy to impart a piece of himself in each bead of sweat that formed on his body–his memories, his free will, and his heterosexuality. Kris tried to resist, but the Master’s eyes were enough to keep him in place.
As he came to realize release was impossible, he begged for water instead. The Master brushed his hand under Kris’ fertile, sweaty pits and let his new boy lick the sweat off.
“My boy, this is all you’ll be tasting when we’re done. That and a few other liquids…”
Sweat Stop 2 