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Welcome to Moral Quandaries! This story is a group choose your own adventure style story! Each chapter will pose an important question, and you readers will vote on the answer. That voted answer will then affect the next chapter and so on! So in a sense, you wonderful readers will help write this story along with me! I hope everyone is ready to answer some Moral Quandaries! Don't forget to vote and leave a comment! Can't wait to read your thoughts and ideas!
Part 1: The Perfect Boi
Who am I? I am you. You are me. But it doesn’t really matter does it? I can offer you a picture of what I look like, but you can easily imagine yourself in my shoes… Unless you’d prefer to be under them? Whatever you think of me throughout this journey, I only ask that you do not judge me. Together, we can shape this story into something magnificent.
—--
It was time. Well, almost. There were still plans to make, decisions waiting for answers. But I was ready. I was ready for this challenge. I was ready to claim and train my own slave.
I know it is illegal, immoral, unethical. But this challenge will be the ultimate test about me as a Master. And that idea gives me a rush to every fiber of my being. I’ve been the master to a few men before, old boyfriends mostly. But it was always so… safe. And in the end, those men couldn’t give me the thrill I really wanted.
But, I’m not going to let a few lackluster experiences from the past stop me from going after what I want, what I deserve. I have the experience as a Master to train my new slave. I have the gear and space to keep him secure. I have the skills to make sure he isn’t found. The only thing I didn’t have was him. Yet.
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t just take any guy off the street to make into my new slave. I had to be careful, methodical. I had to be fully prepared. After planning and researching for months, I finally narrowed it down to three perfect candidates.
Cliff
The first candidate was Cliff. Full name: Clifford St. James. He came from old money, though you wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He’d been slumming it as a mechanic in the city the last few years. Oh, he still cashed checks, allowances from his family, and collected inheritances. But, he was distant from his family, some falling out about not wanting to marry who his parents wanted, not wanting to follow in the business footsteps of his father. His tenure at the rundown auto shop would almost be admirable, if Cliff wasn’t such a shit mechanic.
He had no training, and no one at the shop seemed inclined to fix that. In fact, Cliff’s lack of skill seemed intentional. He was a looker, it can’t be denied. Clients would request his services specifically, to enjoy the eye candy. Cliff would smile, wink, and proceed to do a shit job. But the clients wouldn’t care, or they wouldn’t notice. They drive off, happy and horny. Then they’d return a week or so later to get their car fixed again.
I’m not too proud to admit that I fell for this grift a few times myself. There’s just something about Cliff. He’s very pretty to look at. Almost like a Greek Statue. He was also an amateur boxer, again slumming it in one of those old boxing gyms that have been around for 80 years. That training and his mechanic work kept him in amazing shape. That is what first put him on my radar. That, and the way his gaze would linger on my own physique, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, Cliff’s alluring nature was undercut by his attitude.
From my conversations with Cliff while he worked on my car, I also learned that he is a grade A punk. No respect, no manners. No amount of lustful staring from him would make up for the fact that he was an asshole. That terrible attitude will be fun to train out of him! Which leads to the pros and cons of Cliff:
Pros: He is gorgeous. He is fit and athletic, which means he will be able to withstand some of the more intense training. And with his punk manners, that more intense training will be needed. I’m looking forward to breaking Cliff of his bratty, spoiled behavior. If things work out, I can also keep cashing those old money checks for a time.
Cons: Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is well connected. It will be difficult to make him disappear from his family. He also has his job and his gym, both of which will note his absence before too long. His boxing training will make him more difficult to capture and contain until I can train him. But that is all part of the challenge!
T.J.
The second boy on my list was T.J. Whitaker. T.J. was a rising star in some social media circles. An up and coming influencer on instagram and tiktok. He was a hunk, but with a softer face. T.J. had that All American, Boy Next Door quality. It’s no surprise he was making a name for himself. He started as a fitness blogger, but also shared information about his dating life and his outdoor and travel adventures.
I didn’t know him personally, but I knew he was just a few hours down the road from me. He didn’t have much family, just a sister he was close to. T.J. was the enigma of my list. It was hard to figure out where the real T.J ended and the “influencer” T.J. began. However, his sweet and seemingly genuine vibe was endearing. He’d make such a compliant slave. But acquiring him presented some unique challenges.
Pros: T.J. was a certified hunk, even more muscular than Cliff. Again, that body would better withstand some of my training plans. He came off as kind and gentle, despite his size; he would be easy to mold into a sweet little slave. He didn’t appear to be the fighter that Cliff was.
Cons: As an influencer, a sudden disappearance would be immediately noticed and investigated. Cliff has a well connected family, but T.J. has his sister, and a small army of parasocial fans thirsting after each shirtless update. Making T.J vanish would be difficult, maybe impossible.
Andrej
And then there was option three, Andrej. Andrej Stankovic was my neighbor. He was also a professor of Eastern European Literature at the nearby university. I don’t know if I could go so far as to call him a friend, but he was the most familiar to me. I’ve never missed one of his potlucks, even if they were full of his stuffy academic friends talking about long dead poets. At least the food was always good. And of course, Andrej was adorable. Not near as muscular as Cliff or T.J., but still in shape. He was also older than the other two on my list.
In some ways I felt sorry for Andrej. He was a widower. His wife, Cathy, had passed away a few years back. Cancer. It had hit him hard, as one might expect. Especially since the rest of his family was still back in Serbia. He didn’t have any children. Maybe I could help poor Andrej?
Pros: Unlike T.J. and Cliff, Andrej had no strong relationships to worry about. Professors take sabbaticals all the time, and I could always wait until a university break to act. I was also close enough to a friend to earn easy access to his home. There was trust there. Unlike the other two, Andrej was also less muscular, which would make capture and training easy. Perhaps, Andrej needs a strong hand to help him out of his funk. I could be that for him.
Cons: Because he is my neighbor, I have to be careful. I couldn’t keep him with me, at least not at first. When his disappearance is discovered, and police descend on our quiet street to investigate, I cannot afford to have him close by. I also cannot mysteriously vanish either. So I must find somewhere safe and secure to keep Andrej until the case goes cold. That isolation from everyone, including his new master, might only increase Andrej’s downward spiral.
Whoever I chose, it would be a commitment. In a perfect world, I’d take all three, secret them away, and spend my days training and enjoy my trio of slaves. But the world isn’t perfect. One slave to capture and train is enough for now. I could always acquire the other two later on, but only after my first boi has been completely molded. And I was looking forward to that process. Shaping my slave into the perfect specimen for his new master. Savoring his service, his need for me. All the fun the two of us will have.
But of course, a decision must be made. Who will have the honor of being my new slave?
In order to keep this series going, I'll need at least 10 votes per poll!
Welcome to Moral Quandaries! This story is a group choose your own adventure style story! Each chapter will pose an important question, and you readers will vote on the answer. That voted answer will then affect the next chapter and so on! So in a sense, you wonderful readers will help write this story along with me! I hope everyone is ready to answer some Moral Quandaries! Don't forget to vote and leave a comment! Can't wait to read your thoughts and ideas!
Part 1: The Perfect Boi
Who am I? I am you. You are me. But it doesn’t really matter does it? I can offer you a picture of what I look like, but you can easily imagine yourself in my shoes… Unless you’d prefer to be under them? Whatever you think of me throughout this journey, I only ask that you do not judge me. Together, we can shape this story into something magnificent.
—--
It was time. Well, almost. There were still plans to make, decisions waiting for answers. But I was ready. I was ready for this challenge. I was ready to claim and train my own slave.
I know it is illegal, immoral, unethical. But this challenge will be the ultimate test about me as a Master. And that idea gives me a rush to every fiber of my being. I’ve been the master to a few men before, old boyfriends mostly. But it was always so… safe. And in the end, those men couldn’t give me the thrill I really wanted.
But, I’m not going to let a few lackluster experiences from the past stop me from going after what I want, what I deserve. I have the experience as a Master to train my new slave. I have the gear and space to keep him secure. I have the skills to make sure he isn’t found. The only thing I didn’t have was him. Yet.
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t just take any guy off the street to make into my new slave. I had to be careful, methodical. I had to be fully prepared. After planning and researching for months, I finally narrowed it down to three perfect candidates.
Cliff
The first candidate was Cliff. Full name: Clifford St. James. He came from old money, though you wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He’d been slumming it as a mechanic in the city the last few years. Oh, he still cashed checks, allowances from his family, and collected inheritances. But, he was distant from his family, some falling out about not wanting to marry who his parents wanted, not wanting to follow in the business footsteps of his father. His tenure at the rundown auto shop would almost be admirable, if Cliff wasn’t such a shit mechanic.
He had no training, and no one at the shop seemed inclined to fix that. In fact, Cliff’s lack of skill seemed intentional. He was a looker, it can’t be denied. Clients would request his services specifically, to enjoy the eye candy. Cliff would smile, wink, and proceed to do a shit job. But the clients wouldn’t care, or they wouldn’t notice. They drive off, happy and horny. Then they’d return a week or so later to get their car fixed again.
I’m not too proud to admit that I fell for this grift a few times myself. There’s just something about Cliff. He’s very pretty to look at. Almost like a Greek Statue. He was also an amateur boxer, again slumming it in one of those old boxing gyms that have been around for 80 years. That training and his mechanic work kept him in amazing shape. That is what first put him on my radar. That, and the way his gaze would linger on my own physique, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, Cliff’s alluring nature was undercut by his attitude.
From my conversations with Cliff while he worked on my car, I also learned that he is a grade A punk. No respect, no manners. No amount of lustful staring from him would make up for the fact that he was an asshole. That terrible attitude will be fun to train out of him! Which leads to the pros and cons of Cliff:
Pros: He is gorgeous. He is fit and athletic, which means he will be able to withstand some of the more intense training. And with his punk manners, that more intense training will be needed. I’m looking forward to breaking Cliff of his bratty, spoiled behavior. If things work out, I can also keep cashing those old money checks for a time.
Cons: Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is well connected. It will be difficult to make him disappear from his family. He also has his job and his gym, both of which will note his absence before too long. His boxing training will make him more difficult to capture and contain until I can train him. But that is all part of the challenge!
T.J.
The second boy on my list was T.J. Whitaker. T.J. was a rising star in some social media circles. An up and coming influencer on instagram and tiktok. He was a hunk, but with a softer face. T.J. had that All American, Boy Next Door quality. It’s no surprise he was making a name for himself. He started as a fitness blogger, but also shared information about his dating life and his outdoor and travel adventures.
I didn’t know him personally, but I knew he was just a few hours down the road from me. He didn’t have much family, just a sister he was close to. T.J. was the enigma of my list. It was hard to figure out where the real T.J ended and the “influencer” T.J. began. However, his sweet and seemingly genuine vibe was endearing. He’d make such a compliant slave. But acquiring him presented some unique challenges.
Pros: T.J. was a certified hunk, even more muscular than Cliff. Again, that body would better withstand some of my training plans. He came off as kind and gentle, despite his size; he would be easy to mold into a sweet little slave. He didn’t appear to be the fighter that Cliff was.
Cons: As an influencer, a sudden disappearance would be immediately noticed and investigated. Cliff has a well connected family, but T.J. has his sister, and a small army of parasocial fans thirsting after each shirtless update. Making T.J vanish would be difficult, maybe impossible.
Andrej
And then there was option three, Andrej. Andrej Stankovic was my neighbor. He was also a professor of Eastern European Literature at the nearby university. I don’t know if I could go so far as to call him a friend, but he was the most familiar to me. I’ve never missed one of his potlucks, even if they were full of his stuffy academic friends talking about long dead poets. At least the food was always good. And of course, Andrej was adorable. Not near as muscular as Cliff or T.J., but still in shape. He was also older than the other two on my list.
In some ways I felt sorry for Andrej. He was a widower. His wife, Cathy, had passed away a few years back. Cancer. It had hit him hard, as one might expect. Especially since the rest of his family was still back in Serbia. He didn’t have any children. Maybe I could help poor Andrej?
Pros: Unlike T.J. and Cliff, Andrej had no strong relationships to worry about. Professors take sabbaticals all the time, and I could always wait until a university break to act. I was also close enough to a friend to earn easy access to his home. There was trust there. Unlike the other two, Andrej was also less muscular, which would make capture and training easy. Perhaps, Andrej needs a strong hand to help him out of his funk. I could be that for him.
Cons: Because he is my neighbor, I have to be careful. I couldn’t keep him with me, at least not at first. When his disappearance is discovered, and police descend on our quiet street to investigate, I cannot afford to have him close by. I also cannot mysteriously vanish either. So I must find somewhere safe and secure to keep Andrej until the case goes cold. That isolation from everyone, including his new master, might only increase Andrej’s downward spiral.
Whoever I chose, it would be a commitment. In a perfect world, I’d take all three, secret them away, and spend my days training and enjoy my trio of slaves. But the world isn’t perfect. One slave to capture and train is enough for now. I could always acquire the other two later on, but only after my first boi has been completely molded. And I was looking forward to that process. Shaping my slave into the perfect specimen for his new master. Savoring his service, his need for me. All the fun the two of us will have.
But of course, a decision must be made. Who will have the honor of being my new slave?
In order to keep this series going, I'll need at least 10 votes per poll!