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Master folded his arms across his broad chest. “I know you’re anxious, kid, but we have to warm you up a bit before we start you out in the sling.” He turned around and walked down the corridor behind him, his magnificent, hairy ass capturing my full attention. “Follow me, kid,” he ordered, without looking back to see if I was obeying.

I hurried after him, almost sad to be leaving the sling behind — but getting increasingly turned on because each step was one step closer to Master having his way with me. And I would be in the sling tonight — if Master said I needed to be warmed up first, then I needed it. He knew what was best for me.

He led me to a locked room near the end of the hallway and I followed him in. With the dim lighting in the room, the shadows played over his muscles, making them look harder and larger. My cock was so hard right now as I took in the full sight of his masculinity.

“Lie down on the bed — face down.”

“Yes, Sir.” I got on the bed — a thin mattress covered with a sheet that seemed to be partly made of rubber — and laid face down as instructed. I turned my head to the side so I could still watch Master as he rummaged through the black duffel bag he always had with him.

All he pulled out was a big bottle of lube.

He came and sat down next to me on the bed, near my ass. “We’re going to take it nice and slow, kid. We need to loosen up this ass of yours.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. I was a little confused because I’d never had trouble taking Sir’s dick before, so I didn’t know why I needed to be loosened up. Unless he was planning to put something larger than his cock in my hole.

Before I could think further on it, Master pressed his finger against my knot. I moaned as he forced his thick finger, slick with cold lube, into my hole. He massaged it back and forth, not going in too deep yet, but just enough to relax and tease the edge of my hole.

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Like I’d been trained to do, I stood in the middle of the room, submitting to inspection. Master walked all around me, sweeping his hands over my smooth body, pinching my nipples, and slapping my ass again. When he came to my caged dick, he gently massaged my balls and examined the cage with his other hand.

“This looks beautiful on you, kid,” he said. “Has it been comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir. It took some getting used to because my dick kept wanting to get hard. But once I fully accepted that you owned my dick and that control of it was completely yours, it settled down. It’s been behaving ever since, Sir.”

He looked me in the eye. “And have you played with yourself?”

I thought about lying, about trying to tell him I’d been perfectly behaved, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to make him believe me. I also would feel badly for lying to Master.

“Kid...?” he said, when I took too long to reply. He knew I was hiding something.

“I may have touched myself a few times, Sir, but I didn’t come.” I looked at the floor and felt my cheeks warm with a blush of shame.

Master let out a breath that sounded like a disappointed sigh. “I expected better of you, kid, but at least you didn’t come. I’m going to alter our plans for today to include a little bit of punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.” I still looked at the floor, not able to meet Master’s eyes.

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Like before, I took a quick glance around to ensure I wasn’t being watched or wouldn’t accidentally be caught. The coast was clear. I pulled out my phone and found another text from Master.

I want a cock pic — but you have to take it at your desk.

My blush of guilt and shame returned, burning hotter than before. I hoped no one would glance over my way as I was sure I was bright like a stop light.

I can’t do that at work! I replied.

The reply was almost instantaneous. You can and you will. You have five minutes.

Panic filled me. I couldn’t do this — I’d be fired! Worse, I could be arrested! Goodbye to my new job, goodbye to a successful life. Fuck, I’d be labeled as a pervert.

But Sir! I could get caught! I texted back, still protesting.

Again, the reply came quickly, almost like he was expecting me to react like this. Then do it discreetly. You have four minutes left.

I started typing out another frantic rebuttal, but froze my fingers halfway through. I knew that no matter what I said, Master would just tell me to do it anyway. So that meant I either had to disappoint him — and risk him rejecting me — or just scrounge up the courage to fucking do it. I was always a timid and by-the-book kind of guy — maybe this would even be a good thing for me. I didn’t quite believe it, but lying to myself like this was at least helping me build up that courage I so desperately needed. Besides, if I did it, Master would be happy, and he might reward me for it later.

Feigning the need for a stretch, I reached my hands high above my head and lengthened my neck, stealing a quick peak of my surroundings. Still, there was no one standing and no one approaching me. Besides, my cubicle was on the opposite end of the room from the coffeepot and water dispenser — it was a quiet area.

Rolling my chair close to my desk, I made sure my crotch was completely beneath the desk. Slowly, I unzipped my fly. To me, it sounded loud, like a blaring alarm that I was about to do something perverted and illegal. I got my zipper all the way to the bottom and no one had shouted at me and the police hadn’t arrested me. Maybe this would be okay.

I reached inside my pants and pulled my cock out. It felt strange to have the cool air of the office caressing it when I wasn’t in the bathroom. My dick was still tumescent, thick, but not quite hard. This experience was exciting me, turning me on, but the fear of being caught was what kept me from going fully solid.

Pausing, I listened for the slightest sound — footsteps, papers rustling, anything — but all I heard were the clicking of keyboards and the murmur of voices on phones. I pulled my phone out and activated the camera, then quickly rolled back from my desk, so that my cock was fully exposed. If someone were to come around the edge of my cubicle now, I could kiss this job goodbye. I snapped a quick pic.

“Daniel?”

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Ahead of me, I heard a few soft voices echoing against the walls. The corridor suddenly opened to a larger room and my eyes almost bugged out as I took in the full sight of the room. The walls were lined with hooks, and hanging from these hooks were paddles and riding crops. In the middle of the room, chains hung down from the ceiling. And on padded leather benches lining the room, five hairy muscle daddies sat, conversing and wearing leather caps and harnesses. Their conversation died down and, one by one, each of them looked at me.

Oh, shit. That’s what the guy’s smirk was about. This wasn’t a regular bathhouse, it was some sort of leather BDSM playhouse. I turned around and quickly walked away.

“Stop,” said one of the men, his voice so strong and deep.

I silently cursed to myself when I found myself halting. I stood there, still facing away from the men, feeling so very exposed and a little bit scared. Behind me, I heard the gentle slap of someone’s bare feet as he got up from his seat and walked slowly over to me.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, boy?” said the voice. It was the same man that had commanded me to stop. His pace slowed as he got nearer to me. I still didn’t look back at him. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge the situation I’d put myself in.

“Yeah. But I’m leaving,” I said.

“That would be a shame,” he said. His voice was close to my ear — I could feel the gentle tickle of his breath. A calloused hand touched my ass and I flinched, but then it stroked my ass cheek. “I think you should stay. We could have some fun.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart, then turned around. The man who had approached me seemed to be in his fifties and had a well-honed body, with a smattering of silvering hair over his chest. He wore a studded leather cap, a studded leather harness, and — I couldn’t help looking down — a matching leather cockring. His dick hung fat and heavy, framed from behind with low-hanging balls. I felt a sudden surge of blood to my cock, stiffening it up.

What the fuck was going on with me? Was I really so horned up that I might actually go for guy like this? That I might let him whip me or whatever base desire he had to act out?

“What kind of fun do you have in mind?” I asked. Fuck — it was like my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there, but my libido was overriding every decision I tried to make. I could feel my dick continuing to harden and my ass started tingling deep inside like it was telling me I needed to get stuffed nice and deep.

“You’ll have to come with me to find out, kid.”

I was acutely aware that we were having this conversation in front of four other leather daddies. Leaning to the side a bit, I looked past this guy and saw the four men watching us with rapt attention.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, a gentle smile forming on his lips. “They’ve all got boys; they’re waiting for them to arrive.”

“And you? Do you already have a boy?” Part of me wished he did so that I could turn around and walk out of here, but a larger part of me wanted to beg him to let me be his boy.

“I don’t. My last sub moved on a few months ago and I’ve just been waiting for the right young man to come walking into my life.” He tugged my nipple. “And here you are.”

I stepped a little closer to him and felt the head of my dick brush against his hairy pelvis. “I don’t ... I don’t know if I’m ready for Dom/sub stuff,” I admitted.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached between us and wrapped his thick fingers around my cock. “This tells me otherwise. Come with me, boy.” He turned around, not letting go of my dick, and led me out of this main room and down another hallway.

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