Dustins Master

The early fall night had a slight chill in the air but not enough to warrant more than long pants and a hoodie. For the most part, the street was empty with the exception of a handful of folks moving from one shop to the next. Dustin stood on the sidewalk shifting nervously from foot to foot as he looked up and down the street. The city bus had dropped him off almost fifteen minutes ago and since then he had stood in front of the large building debating on if he should go inside or not. His heart was pounding a mile a minute as he constantly adjusted his grip on his shoulder bag. The longer he stood out in the open the heavier the bag felt, the content seeming to increase in weight every passing minute.

The building was pretty bland compared to the other ones around it. No fancy banners or window displays, no flyers detailing some end of the summer blow out sale. The only marking on the dark bricks was a small neon sign that flashed noisily. The sign simply read: 'Open' it hung to the side of a simple door and that was more daunting than if there was a big sign advertising exactly what was hidden inside the building. Just as Dustin was about to turn and walk back to the bus stop, his nerves failing him which wasn't completely uncommon, the sound of the door opening caught his attention.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, thin man. A black leather vest hung off his narrow shoulders, his chest was completely bare underneath it. A pair of blue jeans hung off his hips held in place by a thick leather belt with a large brass belt buckle in the shape of a canine paw print. A trail of dark hair ran from behind the buckle up over his flat stomach and connected to a decent sized patch of hair on the guy's chest. His head was shaved bald though if it was natural or done on purpose Dustin couldn't tell. From his right ear hung a thick piercing, the weight of which pulled down noticeable on the earlobe.

"You gonna stand around on the corner like a lost pup all night or are ya coming in?" He said.

The words weren't overly unkind, but the roughness of his voice made them sound meaner than they truly were. Shifting his eyes to each side of the door Dustin found it interesting that there weren't any windows the guy could have been watching him through. He decided that there must be some hidden camera facing the door and sidewalk. If that was true Dustin also wondered exactly how long the guy had been watching him before deciding to come out.

"Uh..." he said inwardly flinching at the unoriginal response.

The guy smirked seeming to know exactly what was going through Dustin's mind.

"Why don't ya come on in kid, you are 18 ain't ya?"

Dustin nodded, he was actually 21 but he knew that he looked a bit younger. The guy nodded and beckoned him forward. Hesitating for a moment longer Dustin readjusted his grip on his shoulder bag once more before sending the small set of steps that lead up to the door. The tall guy stepped to the side allowing Dustin to enter the building first. When the door closed shutting out the fresh air of the night Dustin instantly felt like there was no turning back.

A slight pressure on his lower back told him the guy wanted him to move forward. Realizing just how narrow the area behind the door was Dustin instantly took several steps forward until he was standing inside a much larger room. It was well lit but the light was easily muted by the dark furniture and coloring of the walls and floor. Everything was some shade of black, dark brown or red. A counter stood to one side while the other was decorated with multiple framed pictures. Each picture showed a man or multiple men. Some were large and beefy while others were skinny and every variation between. Hairy and smooth alike and each one was wearing outfits either similar to the thin guy or much more complex.

Many of them wore leather harnesses, caps, collars and several different variations of masks. Some were on their knees with leashes leading to another man's hand while some were facing the camera with their backs arched and their scantily clad rear ends aimed directly at the camera. The sound of the thin man clearing his throat broke Dustin from his admiration of the pictures. Turning around he saw the guy was still standing very close by him.

"So... what brings you all the way down here at this time of night?" The guy says low a seductive rumble to his words. "Standing around on the sidewalk like that, someone might think you're up to no good."

Dustin felt his face flush slightly as his heart rate picked up.

"I... I was just..." taking a deep breath Dustin tried to push past his embarrassment. "I had heard about this place and wanted to come to check it out."

The words came out in almost a rush something that made the thin man grin more broadly than before.

"Is that so?" He asked taking a step closer. "And where exactly did you hear about us?"

Dustin could feel the heat coming from the guy and was sure that for a moment he felt one of the guys hands ghost across one of his hips. Almost as if he had wanted to pull him closer but decided against it.

"An... online group, I visit sometimes." Dustin managed to grunt out. "One of the guys said that when he lived in town he use to come here often."

The thin man hummed more to himself than anything else. "I see... well, then would you like to secure a room for the night? Or if you'd rather just rent a locker that would work too. Pretty thing like you I'm sure any number of the guys here would be more than happy to share their room with you."

This time Dustin did feel the guys hand on his hip. It squeezed firmly and gave a firm tug, bringing their crotches together in a way that made it impossible for Dustin to not feel the hardness of the guy's crotch. Likewise, Dustin was sure that the guy could feel his own quickly swelling shaft.

"I don't get off until three a.m unfortunately otherwise I'd take you back to my place. Though if you want a little quick action I can give you a tour of the break room." The thin man thrust himself against Dustin causing both of them to groan and shiver as the pleasure rushes through them.

"Uh... j-just a room please." Dustin managed to get out.

The hand that was on his hip was quickly joined by another hand this one firmly on his ass cheek. It squeezed firmly and the grinding increased for several long seconds before the guy chuckled deeply and pulled away.

"Sure thing." He said taking a few steps back.

Dustin blinked rapidly feeling his pulse starting to slow. The grinding had brought him almost to the point of climax. He could feel the pre-soaking into his boxers. His eyes ran over the guy and they focused in on the decent-sized bulge in the guy's jeans. A thick wet spot had formed near the inner thigh section of his right leg. As if he had stayed out just long enough for Dustin to see the wet spot the guy moved behind the counter and pulled out a single page form and placed it on the counter.

It took only a few minutes for Dustin to fill it out and to hand over the cash for the room. After the guy checked his I.D and put the cash away he gestured at the shoulder bag.

"I'll need to check that. Gotta make sure you're not bringing in any drugs or anything."

Dustin's hands instinctively clutched the bag tighter for a moment, he hadn't been expecting someone to look through it. But knowing that there was a good reason behind the request he handed it over without argument. The guy opened it and began carefully shifting things around inside it. A lusty grin spread over his face and when he looked back up at Dustin his eyes had a new twinkle in them.

"Heh well guess I wasn't so far off the mark with you huh pup?" The guy said.

Feeling his face flush he accepted the bag back along with a key on a stretchy band.

"Have fun boy, I'm sure once you get settled you'll have the whole house eager to get to know you." The guy said while at the same time gesturing at a door hidden behind a black curtain.

With his bag back over his shoulder Dustin pushed through the curtain and entered a long hallway. Following along the took a right turn that put him in front of a staircase. On the wall beside the stairs was a pair of signs. One with an arrow pointing up and another with the arrow pointing down. The one pointing up was labeled: 'Rooms' while the one pointing down was labeled 'Labrinth.' Moving over to the stairs that lead up Dustin ascended the stairs and found himself on a landing with dozens of doors, each one had a number set into it.

Looking down at his key Dustin saw a small number 13 stamped into the metal. For an instant, the old fear about unlucky 13 sprung to his mind, but Dustin quickly pushed it away. Of all the things that worried him, bad luck because of a silly number wasn't one of them. Finding the appropriately marked door he inserted the key and opened it. Inside was a well-lit room with all the comforts of a basic motel room. A bed, small dresser, mini-fridge, and a bathroom. Though unlike motel rooms this one surprisingly didn't drink of piss and old cum. A surprising fact considering what the room was used for.

Shutting the door behind him Dustin dropped his shoulder bag on the bed and went to check out the bathroom. The room was a sterile white, probably so they could bleach everything without issue. The toilet and sink were spotless and at the back was a surprisingly large shower that could easily fit two people, three if you didn't mind being a bit cramped. The shower head was detachable and even came with an attachment that was obviously supposed to be used for cleaning yourself out.

'Good thing I took care of all that before coming down.' He thought turning the light off and shutting the bathroom door.

Returning to the bed he opened his shoulder bag and began emptying its contents out onto the mattress. There wasn't much, but what was there made his heart race. A black leather mask in the shape of a dog's head. A pair of leather gloves, the knuckles extra padded. A set of knee pads, nothing fancy just a cheap pair he picked up in the sports section of Target. A yellow jockstrap and finally a leather collar with a simple clasp lock.

Taking a breath Dustin began to strip out of his clothes leaving his boots and socks off to one side. Once he was completely naked he ran his hands over his smooth body until they reached his semi-hard shaft. The thick ring hugging the base of his cock and balls felt more intense than usual and he was glad he went with his silicone cock ring instead of the leather one. Grabbing his jock he pulled it on stuffing his respectable seven-inch cock and balls inside the pouch, thanks to the ring the pouch bulged out nicely.

Next, he put his socks and boots back on before securing the knee pads in place. Grabbing the pup mask he pulled it down over his head and breathed in deep of the rich leather. His head swam slightly as it always did when wearing the mask. He could feel the calm certainty that came with the mask as he began to sink into his 'pup space' as people online liked to call it. Once the mask was secure he clipped the collar around his neck before slipping the padded gloves on.

Going back to the bathroom he admired himself in the mirror and felt his cock jump at the sight of himself. His one regret was that he hadn't yet been able to buy one of those butt plugs that also have a dog tail on the end. Well, that and not having a true master but that was a whole other barrel of fish. Once he was set and with the confidence granted by his pup space, Dustin wrapped the room key around his wrist and headed out of the room.