Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2021 14:24:53 +0000
From: Hugh Everett <hughev@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lockdown Master Part 7

Lockdown Master Part 7

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Adam sat down in the chair, feeling the textured fabric of the seat pad
against his bare arse and the cool wood under his forearms.  Dan worked
swiftly and skilfully to secure Adam's wrists to the arm rests with one
length of rope and then crouched down to fasten each ankle to a front leg
with a second rope.  He stood back to admire his handywork and looked Adam
up and down.  The bulge in the borrowed jockstrap had diminished a little.
Adam was still massively turned on, but the nervousness at being entirely
at Dan's mercy was kicking in.

Dan stepped forward, grabbed Adam by the hair and jerked his neck back so
that he was looking directly into his neighbour's eyes.  "So, we can do
this the easy way, or the hard way.  Easy way will be quicker, but I'll
probably enjoy the hard way better.  I doubt you will enjoy it so much."

Adam had seen enough war movies to know the drill about name, rank and
serial number, so looking Dan straight in the eye, he replied, "Adam
Kingston, Private, 13071976...Sir."  The 'Sir' was dripping with irony to
show he had scant respect for his captor.  A flicker of a smile crossed
Dan's handsome face before he got back into character.  "Hard way it is
then," he said, fishing a riding crop out of his capacious army duffle bag.

The first stroke, on Adam's left pec, stung but was easily bearable.  The
second, harder and directly on his right nipple had him gripping the arms
of the chair to keep his composure.  "Ready to talk now?" enquired Dan in
an amused tone.  Adam shook his head.  Dan moved the crop very slowly down
Adam's hairy chest, keeping the little black square of leather at its end
constantly in contact with Adam's tingling flesh.  He paused when the
leather reached the waistband of the jockstrap, then stroked it very gently
over the pouch, which began to expand rapidly with Adam's hard on.  Dan
traced the outline of Adam's hard shaft and continued down to his full
balls.  He tapped several times on the cotton covered balls, causing Adam a
little discomfort, but not pain.  In one swift movement, he took the crop
off Adam's balls and brought it down with full force on his thigh.  Adam
yelped, as much from surprise as pain. Dan rested the end of the crop back
on his balls.  "You want it as hard as that on your balls?"  "No, Sir,
please Sir," begged Adam.  This time the `Sir' was genuinely respectful --
Adam was scared.

"First question then.  Where do you keep your sex toys?"  "Under the bed in
the grey box," was Adam's immediate reply.  Dan lifted the crop and held it
horizontally in front on Adam's face.  "Hold this while I go and
investigate," he ordered. Adam looked puzzled. His hands were still firmly
tied to the chair.  Then he understood and opened his mouth for Dan to
insert the bar of the crop into his mouth.  "Do...not...drop..it," were
Dan's last words as he headed to the bedroom.  Adam looked down and saw the
angry red square that the crop, now held firmly between his teeth, had left
on his thigh.  He tried to rationalise the situation.  How could this kind
of pain and humiliation be such a turn on?  But, it was a turn on.  The
growing wet patch of precum on the pouch of the jock was irrefutable
evidence.  He was still staring down at his crotch when the precum was
joined by dribble from his wide open mouth. He looked up, but the saliva
continued to escape from the corners of his mouth and drip into his lap.
He looked hopefully towards the bedroom, but there was no sign of his
captor.

Eventually Dan came back with an armful of stuff and tipped it on to the
dining table in front of Adam.  His haul from under the bed included a
leather paddle, a harness, a butt plug, 2 dildos, tit clamps, poppers and
some old silk ties.  Seeing all these items made Adam blush.  He and Luke
had played around a bit at the beginning of their relationship, usually
with Adam being the Dom, but it soon died out and Adam had almost forgotten
what was in the `naughty box' under the bed.

"Quite the little perv, aren't you, boy?" observed Dan, smirking.  Adam's
mouth was now really aching with the effort of holding the crop and strings
of spit had trailed down his chin and neck onto his hairy chest.  He dare
not even nod his assent for fear of sending a spray of saliva flying in
Dan's direction.  Dan took pity on him and removed the crop, wiping the
spit onto Adam's body fur.  He put it carefully on the table with the other
toys.

"So, on with the interrogation," continued Dan. "You mentioned in your
email before that you wanted to serve me `not necessarily in a sexual way.'
What did you mean by that?"

Adam paused. It felt much harder to confess his deepest desires out loud in
person, than to type them on a screen.  Taking advantage of the pause, Dan
reached for the tit clamps and attached them carefully to each of Adam's
nipples. "Maybe these will jog your memory."

Adam winced and tried to take on board the pain in his nipples, before
taking a deep breath and starting on his confession, "I had this fantasy
about being your house boy.  Cleaning up, doing your washing and ironing.
Getting you food and drink when you wanted." He looked up to gauge Dan's
reaction. His face was impassive, but he was listening intently.  Adam
plucked up his courage and carried on, "I'd like to just wear what I am
wearing now while I'm working.  It would be an honour for me to serve a
handsome, superior stud like you, Sir."

There was a long silence as they both took in the implications of what Adam
had said.  Finally, Dan spoke, "and I'm assuming `not necessarily in a
sexual way' means you would like to serve me sexually too?"  "Yes Sir"
replied Adam without hesitation.  "Just looking at you in your army gear is
such a thrill for me.  As you can see, it makes me hard and wet and it
makes me want to do anything to please you -- suck you, lick you, rim you.
Have you fuck me...if you ever wanted that." He added the last phrase
hastily, in case the fucking idea sounded too gay for Dan.

Dan didn't respond, but started to untie Adam's wrists and ankles from the
chair.  Adam was physically relieved to be able to move his stiff joints
and wipe the spit from his face and neck, but mentally panicking in case he
had gone too far and scared his sexy neighbour off for good. Having freed
his captive, Dan took off the tit clamps one by one, causing a painful rush
of blood to Adam's sore nipples. "Assume the position over the back of the
sofa," he ordered.  Adam obeyed and soon had his face in the seat cushion
of the sofa and his exposed backside raised.  He heard Dan pick something
off the table and say to him, "this is for the name, rank and serial number
stunt earlier." Then, without further warning, he felt a hard slap of the
leather paddle across both cheeks. "Count," ordered Dan brusquely. "One
Sir, thank you Sir," was Adam's obedient response.  After his 10th thank
you, Adam heard the paddle drop onto the carpet and saw Dan slip his army
combat trousers down to his knees and throw himself onto the neighbouring
armchair, legs akimbo and his hard dick jutting out from his trimmed pubes.

A finger snap from Dan and a nod to his crotch was the only order Adam
needed to clamber off the sofa as fast as his enflamed ass would let him
and kneel humbly in front of the dominant ex-soldier.  Without having to be
told, he bent down and kissed each of Dan's highly polished boots for the
second time that day and said, "thank you for my punishment, Sir," before
raising himself up to feast on Dan's pre-cum covered knob.


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