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PART 12
As Phil walked out of the basement dressed in his fine suit Steve was still trying to fathom how he managed to endure that extreme nipple torment, he must really want that ball gag. Also going through Steve’s mind was the absolute submission displayed by Phil.
He never went against Mike’s orders. He was ready to do Mike’s bidding, no questions asked.
To his surprise that is where Steve wanted to be. He wanted to obey Mike wholeheartedly but these damn feelings keep getting in the way.
Steve shifted in his kneeling prison for the thousandth time, his body was aching from being in one position for so long. He moaned softly and waited for Mike to pay attention to him.
“You hoped that Phil would be joining us didn’t you?”
“No” and Steve shook his head as much as he could, “No sir.”.
“No? why not? Don’t you want to share me with a strong muscle sub?”
Steve shook his head again, defeated and almost too tired to speak.
“Oh, you want to serve me all by yourself do you?”
Steve couldn’t believe his own reactions but he nodded yes. In the past few hours he had come to realise that he wants to please Mike in no way any person has ever done it. And if that included being his bound up sub and play toy then he would need to get used to it. He needed to repay Mike in any way he could for all the pain and anguish he had caused.
“Really buba. You want to be my exclusive slave. Just you and me.”
Steve nodded again. The image of Phil’s strong naked body following Mike’s orders played in his mind and it made him angry. Steve breathed harder and felt his left arm start to twitch. Was it anger or was it fatigue, he wasn’t sure but it reeled in Mike.
Mike knelt on the floor in front of Steve. “That’s a good boy. I think it is time for a well deserved reward.”
Mike went ahead and removed the cock cage that had been digging into Steve’s semi hard dick for days. Within seconds Steve was hard as a rock and his breathing was shallow, his eyes darted between Mike’s eyes and looking down, he couldn’t see his dick but he kept trying to.
Mike leaned forward and locked his lips onto Steve, they engaged in a passionate kiss while Mike slowly started jerking his boy’s cock.
Mike pulled back to breath, “Fuck, I have been waiting for this moment for ten years. Say you want to serve me forever buba.”
Steve gulped as he felt his erection being serviced, the endorphins were overwhelming. “I want to serve only you sir. The rest of my life has disappeared. I am your boy.” He wasn’t sure if this was just the pleasure speaking, but something inside him agreed with the statement. Something deep inside was satisfied with this.
And somewhere deeper inside there was a strong dom buried beneath layers of shame and guilt, silenced by his high school lover.
Mike kept pumping and kissing and very soon, Steve shot a load that he had been building since they kissed in the dark classroom at the reunion before he was captured.
Somewhere in the bliss Steve felt fingers undoing his cuffs and slowly his body was being released.
Steve crumbled into Mikes arms, he felt his master lifting him to his feet. “that’s a good boy. But we are not done buba.”
Steve was helped onto the table and made to lie on his back.
He felt each limb being pulled tight to the four corners of the leather padded table he was lying on, and each in turn being tied down with rough hemp rope.
The euphoria was wearing off and he tested his bonds, fingers flailing in the stuffy basement air. Steve felt his body was pulled tight across the table in a spreadeagle. He was lying on his back and he craned his neck to see his dick, feeling the leather collar creak around his neck. that sound caused the submissive fog to grow thick in Steve’s mind.
Mike was there with the head harness, and the hood. Soon Steve was back in his dark prison with the tight material grasp around his head with a gag in his mouth.
Unable to see.
Unable to hear properly.
Unable to praise his master verbally. And Steve found in this moment that was something he wanted to do.
