Alexander Kane was an extremely wealthy man. If he'd liked, he could have retired and still had enough money to spoil himself rotten every single day till the day he died. But this was not the way that Alexander Kane thought. He liked fun you see, and expensive thrills on the account of people who wanted his money.

He realized that if he offered his money people would do as he said, and would turn with the flick of a hand, then he could reward and punish them as he saw fit. So that was where he decided to throw his money.

And that was how he became the man known as the Master.

It started out with a set of rules he made up, then a sum of money that most people would consider too much, and then invitations.

Easier said than done.

Alexander always expected perfection no matter what the situation was. So it obviously wasn't a walk in the park to work until everything fell into place. But here they were.

The number of people who signed up every year was baffling. But he couldn't even be bothered to give them all his attention.

They made massive cuts over the years and then he sat his assistant down to talk about his tastes. He liked them strong, cocky and most preferably sexy. He basically wanted them to look like people who would put up a fight if they tried to be dominated. People he could hold down and teach who was really in charge. He didn't care about height or build or even color. Height was just preference, everyone had their own tastes. Build and weight was also a preference, to some extent. In his case, he couldn't give two fucks. But race and color, those things only mattered to the lower half of average minded people. And the Master was by no means, an average minded person.

His assistant then picked out a bunch of people for him, keen about everything he'd mentioned. It was one of the reasons he never thought of replacing his assistant. Sometimes he worked like he was an extension of the Master himself, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

And so began the program. And years filled with fun and forged affection. It still pleased him a great deal. In a way, it gave him a sense of what it was like to be happy. It was intoxicating. As far as he was concerned, happiness ended when people got attached. It really wasn't that complicated.

Alexander Kane wasn't into commitments and any unwanted thoughts of settling down with anyone, so he knew that he was going to do this for the rest of his life. And he loved that he could.

It went successfully. He had a selected number of people to warm his bed for half the year and his privacy for the other.

It was perfect.

But over the years, everyone that signed up as he noticed, began to look the same. Cultivating his tastes had been both a blessing and a curse. His assistant was doing such a good job that every single person was his taste, had the same looks and personality and carried themselves the same way.

Even worse than that was how he noticed the greed in their eyes and their willingness to do anything without question, just as long as they got paid in the end. So fucking boring.

He liked to be obeyed, but he liked the chase too. Not people without backbones trying to break for him.

This year he was hell bent on doing things a little differently. The prize would be four times its original, and everyone would be hand picked by him. And so it began.

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Mr. Kane settled in a secluded area where he couldn't be seen as he watched the competitors getting on and off the stage one by one. The room was filled with rows of empty seats curved in to engulf the stage halfway. The lights were bright enough for him to observe everyone clearly.

"Name and age?" His assistant asked a man who walked onto the stage.

"Matthew," the man on the stage replied. He looked like the type he was used to. And he looked like the word Mr. Kane was trying to avoid. Boring.
It was only fair not to waste anyone's time.

"No," Alexander spoke into the little microphone attached to his assistant's earpiece.

Hundreds of people had been declined before he even got the chance to see them, so it was disappointing that the first person was a let down. But he was patient, he waited as someone new replaced Matthew.

"Boyce," The male on the stage said in a somewhat high pitched voice. He had a fringe, very pretty eyes and hair the color of sand.

"No," Alexander said.

He was being so awfully picky that even after the fourth, he still wasn't impressed with anyone. At this rate he might end up picking only two people.

And then a man walked in and Alexander could only stare. He was clearly not that young, most probably on the higher parts of the age scale he imagined in his mind. The vulnerability he tried to mask in his eyes sent sparks to his groin.

"Name?" He heard the question asked.

"Mason Sky."

The voice was really mature in the hottest tone someone his age could pull off. It sent thrills to his body. There was no need to waste any more time.

"Yes," he said.

"Congratulations Mason Sky, you have been approved."

Normally and more naturally, the competitor was supposed to be asked a bunch of harmless questions, but it wasn't necessary in this particular case. When the Master wanted something, he wanted it.

He watched as his first choice was led to another room where he knew he and anyone else he picked, would be led to wait.
The man looked a little surprised at how fast everything had happened, but relieved nonetheless.

"Name?"

"Dane Hugh."

Way too monotonous, the way he sounded. This Dane was an eye candy but he didn't send any excitement Alexander's way.

"No," he said as he let his assistant break the news to the guy.

The next guy had really short hair, the edges shaved off while the rest of the tousled hair fell forward. He had a tattoo on one hand and if his hair wasn't so short you'd miss the shiny earrings that adorned his lobes. Troubled eyes rested underneath well defined eyebrows. One of them cocked to accentuate the slit on it. Alexander doubted it was on purpose. He looked like the hottest piece of danger.

He twisted his lower lip between his thumb and index as the other found its way into his pocket. He somehow managed to make it look so sexy.

"Name?" He was asked.

"You already know that f–"

Ah, a rebel. Alexander thought.

He suddenly wanted to own him. His hand tightened on his chair.

He was right, they did have files on everyone obviously, and his assistant obviously knew his name but Alexander insisted they be asked. It gave him a chance to watch them express themselves and ample time to make up his mind.

"Name please," his assistant insisted.

"Jet," the guy practically spat.

Alexander thought he could work with that.

"Yes," he said.

"Congratulations Jet, you are approved," his assistant sounded slightly irritated. That made Alexander smile.

Right after him was a really petit guy of about 5'5. He had a mass of long curly blonde hair that was a bit out of control. He looked extremely young, and really cute.

"Name and age?"

"Zel Dawson, I'm twenty four!"

He seemed really excited for some reason and in the midst of it all, he couldn't look more than nineteen.

"Why do you want the prize money?"

"I get a prize for this?!" He actually gasped.

"Yes," Alexander said.

He didn't know what had taken him so long, he wanted to grab the guy and pin him against the wall and have him squirm while–

Control yourself Alexander.

"Really? Yay!" Zel exclaimed happily when he was told that he had been approved. Such a ball of energy.

"Yes," Alexander said within five seconds of seeing the man. He had not even uttered a single word yet.

The man was built like a soldier, he had beautiful chocolate skin and short curly hair. His eyes spoke only of mischief and Alexander was further intrigued. He had not even reached the center of the stage when the assistant spoke.

"Congratulations Riley Bridges, you have been approved."

"Sweet," the man said with a really smug smile. He made Alexander want, the strength about him was one of the most appealing things he knew of.

Alexander almost yawned at the next two guys who came after that. One was so eager he seemed ready to trip over his feet. The other one just didn't care. He could have picked him but his instincts told him no.

"Noah Black," a sleazy voice said.

Alexander impatiently tapped his fingers against his thigh. What was it about this guy? It was weird that he didn't know what to think or make of him. His hair was dyed white and he looked really confident.

"Yes." For the first time, Alexander wasn't sure of himself.

"Congratulations Noah Black, you have been approved."

Noah smirked as he walked away, like he knew this was going to happen.

Alexander liked the next guy. His name was Peter Sulz. From his cocky smile to his gait, Alexander was going to make him beg for him to have his way with him. He really was in for a lot of fun this year. He said yes and watched him leave.

In the previous years he really didn't have to anticipate what would be waiting for him, because he never really did pick them out himself, but with the way it was currently going, he was going to do this every single year.

"Linder." The next guy said in a voice so sweet it got Alexander's attention.

He wore glasses and had straight black shoulder length hair.

Linder was really skinny. He looked like he was really gawky as a kid and a little socially awkward. He looked almost like a nerd. Only the sound of his voice was unique. It didn't fit his look.

"Yes," said Alexander.

He smiled a little as he walked off the stage.

The selection was quickly coming to an end, Alexander noticed. The last guy he picked came in looking a little unsure of himself. He was chubby, anyone could see that.

The way he looked down before he was asked anything, one hand holding his other arm at the front and squeezing, was almost like he wanted to be anywhere else but where he was at the moment. Was he that shy? Alexander tensed for some reason.

"Name?"

For the first time he looked up, eyes holding so much doubt. Alexander was captivated by everything his appearance had to offer. The guy was beautiful. So much that he had not heard any of the words he said, just watched his lips move.

"Sir?" he heard his assistant finally. He must have asked all the questions there were to ask, and was waiting for his approval.

"Yes," he replied, trying not to sound off balance.

"Congratulations Pierre LeBlanc, you have been approved."

His eyes couldn't help but dart to the beautiful man's  ass as he walked away. He liked everything about him. He was really going to enjoy coloring those ass cheeks pink, and his name would be falling off his pretty lips when he was done with him.

Everyone else paled in comparison to the guys he had picked, not that they were that many left. He said no before most of them had even said a word. There was a flicker of indecisiveness at the last man on the stage, but because he'd been spoiled by his other choices, he said no.

And then finally, it was over after a total forty five minutes or an hour. It could have been either one.

His chosen awaited, but he had business to take care of at the moment. Unfortunately it couldn't wait, but he was entrusting them to his assistant till he got back.

And even though he knew not everyone stayed after they read the final set of rules, the Master was content.

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