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They walked into a mud room. Master took his shoes off and put his jacket on a coat rack. He motioned Ryan to follow him.
"Grant! I'm here!" said Master.
They walked into a mid century masterpiece of a house. If Ryan wasn't so scared, he would have loved to just look around the entire house. The living room looked like it was straight out a 1970's millionaire's day dream.
Then Ryan noticed the images on the wall. Black and white drawings of men. Men dressed in leathers. Men kneeling at the feet of men. Naked men looking up at another man dressed in all leather. He loved them. He had never seen drawings like these before but the men all looked like how he wanted to look.
"Mike, I'm in the kitchen. I'm washing this little clit cage for you. The smallest one I had hadn't been worn in forever." a voice answered.
Master smiled and walked around the corner of the living room into a kitchen.
Ryan's heart sank. There at the sink was another future teacher of his. He remembered him from the same table that Master had sat at earlier at dinner.
Dr Grant Williams. He taught anatomy at Ryan's future medical school. Up close, he looked little younger than 80. Maybe early 70's. He was in excellent shape for his age but had a full head of grey hair and a grey mustache. He was about 6 foot and had tattoos up and down his arms.
Dr Williams stared at Ryan and looked his naked body up and down.
"Mike, this is a fucking new med student. Are you serious?" said Dr Williams.
"Yes, I'm 100 percent serious" said Master.
"Boy, I know who you are. I sat on the interview committee. I read your personal statement." Dr Williams stated.
Ryan blushed. He was embarrassed.
"Was it good?" asked Master.
"Yes, It's why I ranked him higher on my list." said Dr Williams.
"I will read that, slave. But for now, tell me about in quickly. " answered Master.
"I figured that most people wrote about how they just wanted to help people and traced it back to some event in their life. I didn't write about an event." said Ryan
"What did you write about?" asked Master.
"He wrote about finding his purpose rather than the things he enjoyed." answered Dr Williams.
"He said that people often go into medicine because they like challenges, they like to help people, they like science. He wrote about finding purpose in his life through uplifting others. That the things you enjoy may change in the future, but your purpose in life doesn't. He said that even if he didn't get into school, he would fulfill his purpose. I liked it a lot." said Dr Williams.
Master thought for second. He looked at Ryan. Ryan blushed more.
"Well fuck Grant, you know why I picked this boy then," said Master. He picked up a tiny metal contraption of the counter. "Cause I know for a fact that this fag's purpose is to be slave."
The two men both laughed. Ryan was dumbfounded. He was complimented by Dr Williams and then they both were ridiculing him a second later.
"Slave, Dr Williams is going to be your anatomy teacher at school. And Grant..." he leaned over and cocked his head to Dr Williams, "for some reason I think he's gonna need extra anatomy lessons with you."
"What is that smell?" asked Dr Williams.
"Yes that reminds me. Slave, you need a shower. Dr Williams has a large open shower near the dungeon so we will go down there and keep an eye on you as we speak about things.
Ryan followed the men to a set of stairs that went to a basement den. Again, the style of the house was amazing. Ryan looked around and could see many random things Dr Williams had collected. Paintings, sculptures, books, skeletons of different animals. At the back of the den there was a book case. As they got to the book case, Dr Williams grabbed the edge of it and pulled. It swung open like a door. Ryan's mouth opened.
"I love it when people see that for the first time," he said.
They entered to what could only be described as a sex dungeon. It was a large open room with black foam on the ground. Many pictures and paintings of men engaging in sex. A wall of toys on one side. A sling. A bed with black sheets. In one corner there were sets of furniture that Ryan had never seen. On the other side to the far back there was a doorway that look like it led to a bathroom. Adjacent to the hidden door was a full bar with stools and tv.
"Slave, go to the bathroom there and shower. There is a razor in the drawers in there too. Shave off all the hair on your body below your neck. Then stand in the entry way for inspection. You can take as long as you like as Dr Williams and I have a lot to talk about." said Master. He was throwing the tiny metal contraption from one hand to the other as he spoke.
"Shave all my hair!?" thought Ryan to himself. It wouldn't be that hard as he only had hair on his groin, legs and arms. But it was really feminine. He didn't like it.
"Yes, Sir" answered Ryan.
"Slaves are smooth. You're lucky I don't shave your head, yet," said Master.
Ryan walked to the bathroom. It too was large and had 4 different shower heads. Like a locker room. There was a larger than normal drain hole by the wall where the water drained. One of the shower heads had a tube on it. Ryan's eyes traced the tube and it led to a large dildo. The dildo had a hole in it. It had to be 9 or 10 inches at least. He saw the drawers by the toilet and grabbed a razor. He saw a shampoo bottle on the wall and grabbed it. He looked above where he grabbed the shampoo bottle and saw a bottle of lube, shaving cream, and everything else one could need for sex bathroom.
He turned on one shower head and rinsed. He was curious about the dildo and the tubing. As he shampooed and washed himself, he decided to walk over to the shower head that had the tube coming from it. He turned it on. The dildo that was attached to the hall shook and Ryan looked at it. It began to spray him with ice cold water right in the face. He immediately shut off the shower head. He could hear the two men in the dungeon start cracking up with laughter. He looked at the dildo again and then looked above it. There was a security camera on the ceiling, similar to the outdoor ones that are in parking lots. It was pointed right at him. They were watching him.
"Slave, start shaving" yelled Master.
Ryan took the shaving cream and lathered his body. He started shaving his legs, then his arms, then his groin. He thought he was done. He turned everything off and looked for a towel. There wasn't one.
"Let me see, slave" said Master behind him. Ryan was startled as he didn't realize Master had walked into the bathroom. Ryan walked over to his Master.
"On your knees with your legs as far apart as they go. Put your hands behind your head and puff out on your chest and open your mouth and stick your tongue out" commanded Master.
"Yes Sir" Ryan answered as he got into position.
"You will learn different positions for me, slave. This one is called 'inspection'. So when I say that, you get in this position. " Master continued.
Master began to feel Ryan's entire body. His legs. His arms. His armpits. Then he focused on Ryan's ass. He felt both cheeks. Then his taint. Then his around his hole.
