Noah was already exhausted when he got to the hotel. And when the receptionist had told him his room

Noah was already exhausted when he got to the hotel. And when the receptionist had told him his room still needed an hour or so to be cleaned, he got frustrated. It had been a long uncomfortable 12-hour flight with no sleep, and he was scheduled to be up in the early morning for a model casting. His agent had trusted him to be on time, looking his best, and there was no way he could do that feeling like he did. ‘This is a nice hotel, right? Isn’t there any room that I can have now? I just need to crash,’ Noah tried to reason with the suited guy typing behind the counter. ‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ the receptionist responded. 'Your room will be ready soon.’ Finally it was ready. Noah let the two men in white shirts and dorky bow ties take his suitcases up to his room. All he needed was to nap. A large white bed dominated the room. And even though the TV was blaring soft elevator music as the screen advertised the hotel and its facilities, Noah slumped face first on to the fluffy pillows.Hours later, Noah stirred. The TV on static. Morning had come. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Noah couldn’t help but feel like he needed to do something important. Yawning and stretching, Noah couldn’t help but relax as he took a long shower in the gilded five-star bathroom. After he worked the kinks out, he spied an envelope with his name resting on the bedside table. In the handwritten note, it said: 'Many apologies for the late check-in! Please accept your gift hanging in the wardrobe. The Manager.’Curious, Noah opened the closet to discover a tuxedo hanging there. While it might have occurred to Noah how strange it was to be given a suit at all, or how well-fitting it was, he figured it was just another perk of being a male model. 'Oh wait, the modelling…’ Noah thought.The TV switched back onto its standby music. That thought whisked away like a piece of errant sand, Noah returned to putting on each part of the tuxedo. Buttoning up the white ironed shirt over his freshly shaved chest that felt like silken cotton, slipping on the trousers, and tying the black shining shoes felt so relaxing. It felt tight. But like he was meant to wear it. As Noah tried to find the tie to pull it all together, he heard a knock on the door. Instinctively, Noah opened it standing aside to let the person in. His other hand behind his back. It was the manager, a suited tall man. 'Oh yes, you are a good boy. Relax. Be calm. Let go. You’re going to make a very fine addition to the hotel. Your model good looks will make for a good, submissive servant, won’t you boy? Yes, boy.’Noah couldn’t move, his hand still holding the door open and the other hand behind his back. And when he realised he couldn’t, he realised the manager - his Master - hadn’t ordered him to move!'Close the door and go to the middle of the room, boy. Yes, that’s it. Each time you obey adds to your growing need to submit.’'Yes…’ Noah’s eyes were sleepy again, although his mind was awake. Trying to will his body out of the situation. Trying to take back control.'Yes, Sir, you mean boy?’ the manager responded. 'Yes Sir!’ Noah was responding on automatic. But it felt so good to obey! 'But there’s a final piece to the ensemble. One final piece that pulls it all together. One that will ensure you will always obey, always submit, and make it so the only thoughts in your head are as your Master commands.’ 'Yes Sir!’ Noah’s cock was hard, fighting for freedom in his uniform.'As I tie this bow tie around your neck, know you will be my personal servant boy, a bell boy fetching luggage, a waiter serving food and wine, and anything else I command you to do. I might have you just as an intimate concierge to our richest of guests, obsessed with sucking their cocks and offering up your arse. Or I might just make you my personal butler, my footman, my valet, my servant to command!’ Noah came, his free will gushing in his pants. His only thought was he hoped he hadn’t spoiled his uniform. The bow tie was tight around his neck. -- source link

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