As Mike lay down on his bed, his head buried into his pillow, his mind drifted to the events of the past ten days. Previously, he had been a horny twenty-year-old student, in search of girls and pussy, now all he could think about was cock and hot sticky cum.
It took ages for Mike to drift off to sleep, his thoughts exciting him and the feeling of being lonely was getting to him, this was his first night in bed alone since he met Bert seven days ago.
Mike was woken by a knock on his bedroom door, "Mike, I've got to go to work honey, I will be back late tomorrow, can you please try and find a job whist you are off college, love you," Mike's mom called through the door.
"Will do mom, have a good couple of days at work, love you," Mike replied.
With that, Mike rolled over in bed and drifted back off to sleep.
When Mike eventually woke up it was 11am, getting up he walked to the bathroom, where he got into the shower and freshened up, the warm water having the desired effect, as he cleaned himself inside and out, as Bert had previously showed him.
Mike wrapped a towel around his smooth body, after stepping out of the shower, he walked back into his bedroom and picked up his phone and started to type out a message, like he had been previously instructed.
'Good morning Master, I am back from my vacation and I'm ready for your instruction, Mike'
Mike paused before pressing the send button, he knew that meeting Mr Taylor who lived a bit further down the street, would be taking it to the next level.
It was done, now Mike just had to wait for Mr Taylor's reply.
It wasn't long before Mike's phone alerted him of a message coming through. Picking his phone up, Mike opened the message from Mr Taylor.
'Good morning my slave boy, I want you over at my place at 2pm, you are to wear shorts, T-Shirt and trainers, nothing else, see you soon, Master'
Mike looked at the clock, it was 1pm, he only had an hour to get himself ready and into the right mindset, he was so nervous about the day ahead.
It was nearly 2pm as Mike stood outside Mr Taylor's home, wearing a white T-Shirt, blue running shorts and white trainers. He knocked on the door and waited.
Several minutes passed, when the front door eventually opened. Mr Taylor was wearing blue denim shorts and a buttoned white linen shirt, with the top three buttons undone, exposing part of his hairy chest. He looked good for a man in his late sixties, a full head of greying hair and a tanned toned body.
Mr Taylor invited Mike in and closed the door behind him. Mr Taylor pulled Mike into his arms and kissed him, his tongue entering Mike's mouth, who reciprocated. Their kiss passionate and wanting, until Mr Taylor broke the kiss.
Taking Mike by the hand, he led him to one of the rooms leading off the hallway. Inside the room Mike could see so much, he didn't know what half of the items were, but he did know it was some kind of sex dungeon.
In the middle of the room, was what looked like a dentist chair, with a soft black material covering it. In one corner was a big looking wooden 'X' with buckles attached at the top and bottom of each point. In another corner was a strange looking padded bench, in another corner was a padded chair with a big hole in the middle. The walls were covered with canes, paddles, whips, rope and other implements. There was a chest of drawers against one of the walls, on top were multiple dildos, butt plugs and lube.
Mike just stared, taking the whole room in, he was in a total daze, he glanced over at Mr Taylor who smiled at Mike. Several minutes of silence went past before Mr Taylor eventually spoke, making Mike jump.
"Take your clothes and trainers off Mike, leave them by the door, then go and sit on the chair in the middle of the room," Mr Taylor directed Mike.
Doing as he was requested, Mike removed his T-Shirt, shorts and trainers. He put his hands in front of his cock, embarrassed to be naked in front of Mr Taylor.
Walking over to the chair, Mike sat down on the soft black material and looked at his Master.
"Lean back boy and spread your legs to the edges," Mr Taylor ordered.
Mike did as he was requested, leaning back and putting his head against the headrest, spreading his legs at the same time, he felt so very exposed as Mr Taylor came close and stood behind him.
There was a noise of Velcro behind Mike, he turned his head slightly, to see Mr Taylor start to bring a strap around Mike's neck. Mike panicked and went to move, but Mr Taylor was too quick, he had attached the Velco ends together, securing Mike's neck and head to the chair.
Mr Taylor then moved to Mike's left arm, and attached Mike's left wrist to the chair with a Velcro strap, he then moved onto Mike's left leg, securing Mike's left ankle to the chair with a Velcro strap, Mr Taylor repeated the same actions with Mike's right ankle and wrist. Mike was now firmly secured too the chair by his restraints.
Mike kept looking at his Master, who went to the chest of drawers, opened a drawer and pulled out a tray, he then started putting items onto the tray, which Mike tried to see, but he was unable to. Mr Taylor came back over to Mike and placed the tray on a small table next to him, which already had an open laptop on it. On the tray, Mike could see lube and several different cock rings, he wondered what his Master had in store for him.
Mr Taylor walked behind Mike and out of sight, returning a minute later with a tripod and camera, he placing it in front of Mike, pointing the camera directly at him, it would be able capture everything. The lead from the camera was then connected to the opened laptop on the table.
"This is going to be live streamed, for the world to see," Mr Taylor said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Mike looked at his Master with pleading eyes, as panic kicked in. But Mike knew there was nothing he could do, deep down he knew that he wanted this, but the humiliation was so over powering, giving him doubts.
Mr Taylor picked up a black ski mask and put it on, then he started the camera and live stream, there was nowhere that Mike could hide, his face and body were on show to whomever was watching.
Mike was the only one in camera shot, Mr Taylor had stepped back behind the camera, he looked over at the computer screen, so far 486 people had joined and were watching. Mike's smooth tanned slim body looked great on the monitor, as the bright light pointed at Mike seemed to make his body glow.
Mr Taylor went and sat on a stall next to Mike's waist, he picked up a bottle of lube from the tray and poured the slippery liquid over Mike's cock and balls, the lube slid down Mike's groin, down his ass crack and over his hole.
Mike looked at Mr Taylor as he reached out and run the palm of his right hand over Mike's cock and balls. His cock twitched at his Master's touch, who gently teased Mike's cock, running his finger tips up the length of the tiny hardening cock.
Mike's slippery cock was getting really hard, he only had a tiny cock and Mr Taylor's hand fit around it easily, just the cock head poking out the top of Mr Taylor's closed hand grip.
As Mr Taylor wanked Mike's cock slow and steady with his left hand, with his right hand, he picked up an adjustable cock ring, he slipped it over Mike's cock and balls and pulled it tight, Mike let out a little whimper as he felt the ring pull tight.
Mr Taylor continued to slowly and teasingly wank Mike's hard cock, he could see that Mike was enjoying the feeling, his face starting to get flush. Mike's hips started to try and fuck his Master's hand, who let go of Mike's cock, who in turn whimpered at the stoppage.
Seeing the frustrating in Mike's face, Mr Taylor slapped Mike's hard cock several times, making Mike moan out loudly as each slap made contact, he tried to move his hips to stop the slaps hitting his cock, but it didn't work, each of Mr Taylor's slaps found their target.
Taking hold of Mike's cock, Mr Taylor began to wank Mike, slowly for 10 seconds, then he stopped for 10 seconds, then wank quickly for 10 seconds, then stop for 20, slowly for 20, then quickly for 20, then stop for 10 seconds, then repeat.
Mike could feel his balls start to tingle and tighten, he closed his eyes, the pleasure going through his body, he was going to cum, he started to moan, whimper and fight in his restraints - he let out a big moan of frustration, just as he was about to cum, his Master stopped wanking.
Smiling to himself in his ski mask, Mr Taylor could see the frustration in Mike's face, whose cock was twitching wildly.
A couple of minutes went past when Mr Taylor started all over again. Bringing Mike to the edge before stopping again, this action left Mike writhing on the chair, his frustration becoming unbearable.
