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Authors: Fyn Alexander
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living room resting on the top of a long, gleaming glass-and-oak sideboard.
In the entrance hall was the coat closet with a high shelf Angel was too short to look at and several expensive coats carefully hung up. There was a spare bedroom, furnished but obviously unused. A second door along the passage revealed what appeared at first to be a home gym. Scanning the room further, he realized it was a dungeon—a BDSM playroom.
Like the rest of the place, the room was white with a hardwood floor. The windows were covered completely with very tight-fitting blinds so that no light could enter. He stood at the door and looked about him.
Hooks hung from a reinforced I beam in the ceiling, a black steel cage like the kind people used for dogs but much sturdier sat beside the wall, and beside that stood a black metal standing cage. A webbed leather sling on a strong metal frame with loops to place the hands and feet made him let out a long, soft moan. Angel had seen equipment like this on BDSM Web sites and longed to experience it.
On the far wall a series of metal shelves were attached, and on them lay towels, paper towel, jars of creams, enema equipment, and other things Angel did not recognize. Hanging from hooks on the wall were various floggers and wooden and leather paddles. In the middle of the room there was a wood-framed, leather-topped torture table and a bondage chair with leg supports to strap the legs apart.
On the other side of the room were a comfortable leather couch and a small fridge.
“Holy dream come true!” he said out loud.
“Is that right?”
“Shit!” Angel jumped, realizing he was not alone. “You‟ve got to stop coming up on me like that, Sir.” His heart pounded as adrenaline surged through his blood. He grabbed his cock and squeezed.
Sir looked him up and down. “Are you scared of me?”
“You think?” Angel quickly corrected himself. “Sir, you have a disconcerting habit of coming upon me unawares. If you would refrain from doing that, I would be much less likely to piss myself, Sir.”
Sir laughed. “You can be quite well-spoken when you‟re not saying like and dude.”
“Thank you, Sir. Please note I did not actually piss myself this time. I only did it the first time because I thought you were going to kill me.”
Sir looked into his eyes and said, “I was never going to kill you.” He pointed across the room to where a toilet stood with no enclosure around it, and beside it a small sink and a plain shower stall. “Go and use the loo.”
Angel hurried over to the toilet and urinated. When he looked up, he saw Sir locking the door and placing the key on the top of the door frame. Being so tall, Sir‟s 3reach was over eight feet. Angel knew he could not get the key if he wanted to leave.
He shivered, his cock growing stiff.
“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” he whispered, nervous and wildly excited at the same time.
“Anything I think you can handle, but nothing more, so don‟t be afraid. This has to be fun for us both, or it‟s no fun for either of us.” Sir smiled. “But I‟ll push your limits.”
“Your eyes crinkle when you smile, Sir. You do look a bit scary, but your smile is kind and sexy.”
Sir laughed. “That‟s how I fool people.”
“You‟re scary when you get angry though.”
“Don‟t make me angry then.” He pointed at the waist-high fridge beside the couch. “Fetch two bottles of water.”
Angel obeyed, hoping he would find some snacks in the fridge, but there was nothing but the water. He brought a bottle to Sir and opened the other for himself.
“Sir, I‟m hungry.”
“You can wait. Waiting will make a man of you. Drink some water. You‟re going to be sweating soon; you need to hydrate yourself. I am going to teach you to suck a cock. You can eat my cum.” He chuckled. “It‟s full of protein.”
Angel drank, watching as Sir fetched a low, leather-topped stool that looked like a toilet seat on legs, and set it down.
In the entrance hall was the coat closet with a high shelf Angel was too short to look at and several expensive coats carefully hung up. There was a spare bedroom, furnished but obviously unused. A second door along the passage revealed what appeared at first to be a home gym. Scanning the room further, he realized it was a dungeon—a BDSM playroom.
Like the rest of the place, the room was white with a hardwood floor. The windows were covered completely with very tight-fitting blinds so that no light could enter. He stood at the door and looked about him.
Hooks hung from a reinforced I beam in the ceiling, a black steel cage like the kind people used for dogs but much sturdier sat beside the wall, and beside that stood a black metal standing cage. A webbed leather sling on a strong metal frame with loops to place the hands and feet made him let out a long, soft moan. Angel had seen equipment like this on BDSM Web sites and longed to experience it.
On the far wall a series of metal shelves were attached, and on them lay towels, paper towel, jars of creams, enema equipment, and other things Angel did not recognize. Hanging from hooks on the wall were various floggers and wooden and leather paddles. In the middle of the room there was a wood-framed, leather-topped torture table and a bondage chair with leg supports to strap the legs apart.
On the other side of the room were a comfortable leather couch and a small fridge.
“Holy dream come true!” he said out loud.
“Is that right?”
“Shit!” Angel jumped, realizing he was not alone. “You‟ve got to stop coming up on me like that, Sir.” His heart pounded as adrenaline surged through his blood. He grabbed his cock and squeezed.
Sir looked him up and down. “Are you scared of me?”
“You think?” Angel quickly corrected himself. “Sir, you have a disconcerting habit of coming upon me unawares. If you would refrain from doing that, I would be much less likely to piss myself, Sir.”
Sir laughed. “You can be quite well-spoken when you‟re not saying like and dude.”
“Thank you, Sir. Please note I did not actually piss myself this time. I only did it the first time because I thought you were going to kill me.”
Sir looked into his eyes and said, “I was never going to kill you.” He pointed across the room to where a toilet stood with no enclosure around it, and beside it a small sink and a plain shower stall. “Go and use the loo.”
Angel hurried over to the toilet and urinated. When he looked up, he saw Sir locking the door and placing the key on the top of the door frame. Being so tall, Sir‟s 3reach was over eight feet. Angel knew he could not get the key if he wanted to leave.
He shivered, his cock growing stiff.
“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” he whispered, nervous and wildly excited at the same time.
“Anything I think you can handle, but nothing more, so don‟t be afraid. This has to be fun for us both, or it‟s no fun for either of us.” Sir smiled. “But I‟ll push your limits.”
“Your eyes crinkle when you smile, Sir. You do look a bit scary, but your smile is kind and sexy.”
Sir laughed. “That‟s how I fool people.”
“You‟re scary when you get angry though.”
“Don‟t make me angry then.” He pointed at the waist-high fridge beside the couch. “Fetch two bottles of water.”
Angel obeyed, hoping he would find some snacks in the fridge, but there was nothing but the water. He brought a bottle to Sir and opened the other for himself.
“Sir, I‟m hungry.”
“You can wait. Waiting will make a man of you. Drink some water. You‟re going to be sweating soon; you need to hydrate yourself. I am going to teach you to suck a cock. You can eat my cum.” He chuckled. “It‟s full of protein.”
Angel drank, watching as Sir fetched a low, leather-topped stool that looked like a toilet seat on legs, and set it down.
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