Fresh from the shower, Mike took a seat at his desk and adjusted the baby monitor so he could see Reece clearly, then opened his laptop. While he waited for it to boot, he admired his slave on the grainy grey screen.
He was lying on the mat in the basement dungeon where Mike had left him in a loose hogtie to recover from their session. At twenty-five, Reece was three years his junior, but he looked much younger, especially if he was pouting.
Reece was a skinny kid, the kind bullies would have targeted in high school, but maybe that was what drew Mike to him in the first place.
He had met Reece two years earlier at a bar downtown. Usually one to avoid such things, Mike had gone to the bar that night to let off some steam. It had been a rough couple of weeks at work and he just needed to forget about everything for a few hours.
Mike was fairly high up in one of the big tech firms, only a few steps away from being on the board of directors. That week, they had released a new security program. He had tried to warn the big bosses that it wasn't ready but they wouldn't listen, preferring to push the product out and add patches later. When it hit the market and inevitably bombed, they had tried to place the blame squarely on Mike's shoulders.
They didn't know he had kept copies of all the emails and phone calls.
By the time the smoke cleared the CEO was gone, Mike had received a sizeable bonus, and he was one step closer to the big chair, but that night in the bar he was still worried he was going to be fired and would lose everything.
Then he had looked up and seen Reece sitting across from him at the bar. The kid looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Mike could have sworn he was close to tears.
His protective nature kicked in and Mike stood up, taking a seat beside the kid without asking. He ordered them both another beer, and they started talking.
Reece's friends had all ditched him for his birthday, so he was drowning his sorrows. One thing led to another, and they had ended up back at Mike's place.
Mike had always been into bondage, and was always hesitant about introducing new partners to his lifestyle. He was shocked to find out Reece was just as kinky as he was. Reece had spent the rest of the weekend tied to Mike's bed. He couldn't believe his luck when the younger man agreed to move in with him six months later, willing signing a slave contract that bound them together.
Mike sighed and forced his eyes from Reece's now still form to the monitor of his laptop. It hadn't the punishment, hadn't totally been Reece's fault. Mike had been working a lot of irregular hours the past few weeks, trying to finish development on their newest phone app, but what occupied his computer screen now were month-end reports. They needed to be done by morning, then he could spend some alone time with his slave.
It was nearly two in the morning before Mike finished his reports. He sent them to his secretary via their secure network, along with a note that he wouldn't be coming in that day. Mike knew he should go into the office, but he needed to spend some time at home. He had been far too busy lately and it was obvious he had let too much slide.
He sighed and leaned back, stretching his stiff shoulders, and smiled, thinking of Reece in the basement. He checked the monitor and found him exactly where he had left him.
He felt his cock stiffen as he watched his slave. He had been so willing to learn, pushing his boundaries and Mikes. They had learned a great deal together, and Mike couldn't imagine his life without the boy. He smiled again and pushed himself to his feet, heading toward the basement.
Reece shifted in his bonds as he heard Mike's steps on the staircase, but to his credit, he made no noise. Mike knelt beside him, unclipping his feet from the armbinder and gently lowering them to the floor. The slave moaned softly as Mike sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork.
Dark bruises covered his slave's ass. He hoped it was a lesson well learned.
"Are you awake?" he asked the blindfolded figure.
The slave nodded his head.
"Have you learned your lesson, pet?"
Another nod.
Mike smiled and reached for the keys he had left hanging nearby. He unlocked the gag and let the rubber penis slip from his pet's mouth, followed by a puddle of drool.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Shhh... No talking pet. You know the rules. I wouldn't want to have to teach you another lesson so soon."
The slave stayed quiet, as was required in the dungeon. Mike reached back and unlaced the armbinder, sliding it off of stiff and sore arms. The slave couldn't suppress the groan this time, but Mike let it slide. He had already been a very good boy. The very last thing he did was slide off the blindfold, looking into the red-rimmed blue eyes of his slave.
He allowed his pet to rest and stretch while he put away the rest of the toys, then turned back, lifting him into his arms. He smiled as his pet relaxed into the embrace and carried him up the stairs and into the bathroom, directly into the walk-in shower.
He reached for the key around his neck and knelt down, slipping it into the tiny lock on the chastity device.
