New to Harvard, you have just been invited to a yatch party organized by Hudson, the heir to a billionaire company called Kenward. You are a nothing cake trying to climb the ladders of American corporativism and that's a golden ticket if you've ever seen one. But why were you invited?

Well, you put on the best attire you could gather and drive to the parting location with high hopes. You park, have a small panic attack, pull yourself together, and start walking towards this big vessel. Calling that a yatch feels like an understatement.

You get in and... It's so damn empty. "Hello? Anybody here?". Apparently no. You wait and wait, and suddenly the thing starts departing. You start thinking this is a scheme to get your nobody's organs harvested.

But then, Hudson comes from a cabine. He only wears dark blue shorts and a big cocky smile. He glances at you like a toy. You look at him ready to play or be played with.

"Hello, fucker. Ready for the party?". Well, yes you are, but where is the party though? "Listen, I put my best team into finding me the best fag in Harvard, and they caught your profile on a queer site all full of kinks: worshiping, submitting, and other yada-yaga, so... You can start. I'll even give you some money for it".

"I'm... Sorry. Start what exactly?".

"Well: worshipping. Submitting. Yada-yaga. You know what, get on your knees and look at me flex. Let's start with that".

He flexes his right arm and flaunts a fat smile. You get an immediate heat. What do you do next?