My head was in pain. It felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either. I was still under the Nightmare Master's control. Performing for these rich socialites. 

Well, I'm not performing. That job is for the freaks that the Nightmare Master sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works. However, most of them are freaks he can't stand the sight of since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes. 

Since I'm the ringmaster of this. For lack of a better word, circus. I only do a little opening before I am forced to mingle among the crowd. Since I'm supposed to please the people and not frighten them. I wear just a typical costume of what a ringmaster of a circus would wear, a top hat and everything. Plus one of those canes. 

Of course, what our guests don't know is that this cane is actually a weapon. If I twist the handle to the right. The cane grows spikes. When I twist it in the other direction, buttons pop out, and I can shoot either poison or tranquilizer darts. The Nightmare Master usually has me beat the freaks with it when they make a mistake. Not sure there are actually any mistakes, but it's not like I can refuse. 

There are about six freaks in the circus at the moment. There used to be more, but. Well, I'm sure you can figure that out. Each of them performs feats that a regular person could never do. Each performance has to be death-defying but also perfect. 

More than once, a freak has gotten severely hurt during a performance. Thankfully, one thing they can do is heal fast. If they become useless, the Nightmare Master would be more than happy to discard them. My hand took the drink that she offered as my body sat down next to her. I really wanted to throw the drink back in her face. 

Still under the Nightmare Master's control, I was forced to take a sip. She smiled at me, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Not surprised, since I had just drunk her drugged drink without suspecting a thing. Of course, I knew from the beginning. I just couldn't stop myself. 

She placed her finger on the bottom of the drink. Forcing me to drink the rest. I wasn't upset; it is always better when they drug me. Even with the Nightmare Master controlling me. I still experience everything as if I am in control. 

When I'm drugged, it's more like an out-of-body experience. One that I don't always remember afterwards. Which is what I was completely okay with. I'm also hoping that it will dull the pain in my head. I could feel the drug working through my system. 

It was one of the fast ones, so I was thankful that we were in one of the VIP booths. Anyone who wanted a taste of me could follow us and then use me when they were done. It wouldn't have been the first time. Nor would it have been the last. The lady slipped into my lap completely naked and shoved her fake breasts into my face. 

"Play with them while we wait for my husband." 

I did as she asked, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Ring piercings adorned her nipples. So I didn't hesitate to tug on them. Though the Nightmare Master's control doesn't let the drug take over fully. It was enough to cloud my mind.

I buried my face between her breasts, nipping and sucking. She squirmed on my lap, gasping and moaning. Her movement made her rub against my still-clothed cock that was getting hard from the drug. 

"Mmm, do you like my breasts, ringmaster?"

I wanted to be like. Of course not, you drugged me. I really have little choice in the matter of whether I get hard. I'm gay, so if it were my choice, I wouldn't even be getting hard, much less fucking you. Of course, even without the drug. I would be forced to get hard under the Nightmare Master's control. 

So what was the use of thinking like that? She ground her wet pussy against her lap. 

"Oh god, the drug is kicking in. I really want to fuck you right now, but my husband said I had to wait for him."

At first, I thought she was talking about me. Until I realized I was not the only one drugged. Her eyes had the same glaze over that mine probably had. Though hers was probably worse since she didn't have a buffer like me. She rubbed against me like a bitch in heat. 

When I reached down to touch her, she stopped me. "No, we can't do anything until my husband gets here." 

Before I could stop her, she reached for another drink and downed it in one gulp. I did not know if all of them held the drug. It was still a possibility. Her eyes glazed over, confirming that the other drinks contained the drug. I think I've heard of something like this before. 

Rich people sometimes steal women off the street to use as sex toys. They pump them full of drugs like this one. Making them reliant on it. While also telling these women lies about how she is their wife. In reality, there are just toys that they fuck and let other men fuck. 

Of course, I could be wrong, and this is just how this couple likes it. Some people are just weird. Either way, I was along for the ride. Even if I were to gain control now, her husband paid for this, so he wouldn't let me go until he got what he paid for. 

She grabbed another drink, pressing it to my lips. I didn't need it, but I willingly drank what she offered me.