Richard's Story: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - The Lesson

The show was ending and master seemed eager to leave which baffled me somewhat in the sense that he doesn’t usually rush things and once he makes a decision, he normally likes to take his time and fully enjoy the occasion. We quickly undressed, that is, I removed my ankle and wrist cuffs and master placed his crop and my cuffs in our carryall. We dressed by putting our street clothes back on, over top of the remaining kink gear, that we had arrived in. Of course my collar was still clearly visible. We headed for the station at a brisk walk but only went about one block where we encountered Joey, standing inside a walkway to a block of flats. I was a bit taken aback when master questioned Joey, “Hello Joey, how are you?, scrutinizing him carefully, especially the area around his neck and shoulders. “I still feel some tingling in my arms and the muscles between my neck and shoulders give me a searing pain when I move my head in certain ways”, Joey answered. Joey didn’t respond with the an answer I expected, like - “it’s OK”, or “I’m fine”, neither did he strike me as a whiner. Which leads me to think that he somehow knew that master would not have appreciated that type of answer in the least. When master is being frivolous, which rarely occurs, he tolerates certain embellishments woven into the banter but brooks none at all otherwise. Master grunted in disgust and we all three continued our rapid pace to the train station. I lived with master in his cottage that backs on to Monks Wood in knebworth, about half an hour from King’s Cross, just south of Stevenage. The cottage is surrounded by trees and high flowering hedges. The hedges are immaculately manicured by the gardener, me, it’s part of my exercise routine, ugh! We rolled along without much chit chat, I sat beside master and Joey sat opposite us, spending most of the time looking out of the window of the carriage as the countryside rolled on by. It gave me an opportunity to observe him more closely. He seemed like a little boy having a fun trip on the train for the first time, except that his eyes gave it away. I could tell that he was in agony, but I doubt it was from the badly tied restraints he had to endure. No, it likely involved Nathan the love of his life. It became clear to me that master had a plan to deal with this situation that I had, after all, brought to his attention.

We got off the local conveyance precisely on schedule and walked to the cottage in record time. As soon as we were indoors, master addressed me, “Richard, take your shower and get into regular house gear, then you can meet us in the exercise room”, then he turned to Joey and said “Joey, please follow me”, I headed to my room while Joey followed master down the stairs to the basement. I took a quick shower, and pulled my leather thong over my chastity device. Then I retrieved my cuffs from the carryall and reattached them. I headed downstairs curious to see what was happening. I quietly entered the exercise room to see Joey laying flat on his stomach with his arms by his side and his head facing away from me on our massage table. Master was shirtless, giving Joey an upper body massage, slowly and methodically with a vile smelling rubbing compound. I stood behind my master in relaxed position watching him work. Joey did not move a muscle nor did he make a sound. Finally master stopped and re-capped the rubbing compound giving a small sigh of relief at the exhaustive work and asked Joey, “Did that help”, to which Joey replied, “I feel completely healed, thank you”. “Satisfactory”, my master replied. He wiped his hands on his shirt and dropped it on to the floor. Turning to me he said “Richard, clean up here, then help Joey to the guest room where he can stay for the night”. He then turned to Joey and said “I will see you in the morning”, and Joey replied “Yes sir”. By the time I escorted Joey to his bedroom and returned to master’s bedroom for any last minute instructions it was nearing 1:00 A.M., an hour we infrequently see; however, master wasn’t there. I headed to the parlor but he wasn’t there, then I heard him say, “I’m in the kitchen”, so I headed that way. He was sitting on a stool at the breakfast table eating leftover pasta, toasted garlic bread and and had poured himself a glass of wine. I stopped and took a relaxed position. He looked at me smiled and said, “Richard, I am really proud of the way you handled yourself with master TD, you have earned a bonus. Please join me, if you are hungry”. I sat down and master passed the pasta bowl and a plate to me, along with utensils that he had already taken out of the cupboard in anticipation of my joining him. Of course I didn’t get a goblet nor any wine, that was strictly out of bounds. After I had eaten a decent portion of the food on my plate master leaned back and with a twinkle in his eye asked, “So what will it be then?”. He didn’t order me to shower just for something to do. I immediately replied, “Can I sleep with you tonight master”. He chuckled and answered, “Richard, I don’t know what pleases me more, you in, or out of bed”. I smiled and he continued, “You are welcome for tonight providing you don’t snore or I’ll give you a flogging you won’t forget.”. My smile disappeared, his didn’t. He laughed and headed for his bedroom. I cleaned up the kitchen and then headed for our love nest hoping that at least tonight I would be relieved of my chastity device to do what any young man with raging hormones ought to do. He was naked, sitting on the side of the bed looking pensive. I stood in front of him in a relaxed position. He gazed up at my face with lustful eyes and a stern face, sighed and said “All right, we will satisfy at least one of your needs tonight and mine as well but we can’t spend all night at it as tomorrow, correction, later today I have a commitment” With that he reached forward and with the key in his hand he unlocked my pride and joy and let it fly free. It didn’t take long to come to full fruition as he lied down and patted the bed on his right, inviting me to join him. We started by hugging and kissing lustily, master devouring my mouth with his tongue. Gawd he has a powerful tongue. Soon he rolled on his back and pushed my head towards his larger than average cock, which I licked and sucked greedily. Master had an incredible musty smell that made me dizzy with desire. I continued to hungrily work away at his manhood until it was rock hard, with the veins of his penis clearly visible running down the side of his magnificent shaft, made shiny by my saliva, which was dripping over it and down to his well hung balls. He tousled my hair and pulled me off him.

Master reached for a tube of KY and massaged my love hole with the gel. I then got on my hands and knees, spread my cheeks and waited for master to give me the supreme pleasure of penetration. Master was exceptionally adept at knowing how much pressure would maintain a high degree of pleasure as he entered me for the first time in days. Master entered me without stopping until his full nine inches bottomed out. It felt as if the tip of his penis had reached my stomach. I could feel his low hung balls lying directly below my manhole. It felt painful yet my mind was reeling with desire for more of him. I was oozing pre-cum by the gallon. He started slowly fucking me. I drew my breath in and slowly exhaled at each delicious stroke. Master is a very powerful lover. I was starting to get a sweat on, my whole body was trembling in lustful anticipation. Master continued methodically fucking me, almost imperceptibly increasing the speed of his thrusts every few minutes. I heard myself breathing fast, begging master to fuck me harder. I started to shudder with his every thrust that was now powerful enough to force me to grip the bed and push back. I could smell the familiar scent given off by our heated intercourse. I had my head down and my arse up, taking the heavy pounding that master was capable of maintaining over an astonishing period of time. Finally and mercifully, slowing the speed and depth of his thrusts, he leaned over me , holding himself up with his left hand and grasped my sticky, leaking fully erect joy stick with his right hand and stroked me in unison with his thrusts. It didn’t take long and with a loud grunt, master started to ejaculate his hot wet seed into my butt hole and intestines, this had the effect of me stiffening my back, squeezing my butt muscle and ejaculating all over the bed, his hand, and my chest. It was pure ecstasy. I must have orgasmed for what seemed like two minutes. Master collapsed on top of me and I into the bed. I could feel his chest rising and lowering rhythmically on my back. I could hear his breath panting in my ear. I was in lala land. After what seemed like 20 minutes, he rolled over and spread his legs, I smiled and maneuvered to lick his cock and genitals clean of his cum and my fragrance. After I had finished cleaning up master’s manhood he wrapped his arms around me, kissed me and said “good night slave", with a satisfied smile and loving eyes. I was completely satiated, feeling euphoric, warm and secure in his arms.

Master had already dozed off. I just wanted to savour the moment a little longer.

I don’t remember falling asleep but I felt completely rejuvenated when i woke up, ready to tackle the day and whatever master had in store for us, which, as it turns out, was a good thing.

Master always slept hard and did not wake when I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower again, twice within the last 6 hours. I quickly showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, cleaned my chastity device thoroughly, dressed in my house clothes and headed to the kitchen to prepare multigrain cereal, a bowl of fresh fruit and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. I noticed a leftover piece of sweet apple pie and quickly devoured it. I’m not supposed to supplement my meals outside of masters strict menu but I figured he wouldn’t remember it. I haven’t quite learned yet.

Our home was built away from the road and close to the trees that make up Monks Wood. The house has a main floor and a basement, that cannot be accessed other than from within the house. The main floor has three bedrooms. The master’s bedroom is large and airy and has an en-suite bathroom. Mine is rather sparse, has one window and a door, but my bed is a water bed with four corner posts and I love the warmth the water brings to my sometimes aching body. You can set whatever temperature you like, I set mine at around 90 degrees Fahrenheit. There’s a modern L-shaped kitchen with lots and lots of appliances including a dish washer, my favorite. The kitchen and the living room are at the back of the house. The living room is separated by a half wall from the kitchen. The living room is very cozy with floor to ceiling windows on the back wall and a sliding door leading to a small garden chock-a-block with flowers and herbs and surrounded by outdoor furniture, including a bar-b-que. The living room is complete with a fireplace on the far wall. A deep pile, dark red carpet covers the entire floor space in the living room. The walls are painted a cream color. There is a fully stocked bar, which I am not allowed to imbibe from, as well as a high end sound system which master uses to listen to his favorite classical music. The front half of the main floor consists of a small foyer with a clothes closet immediately to the left as you enter the main door. Past that is door leading to a small wash room with sink for guests. A hallway leads from the entrance foyer to the living room. As you walk down the hallway you will pass an archway on your right that would get you to the bedrooms, a large bathroom, and stairs leading to the basement.

The windowless basement consists of two main rooms plus another shower room. Master believes in hygiene. The stairs leading from the bedroom foyer opens into a fully equipped gymnasium where master abuses me unmercifully; however, it is not the dungeon, that, is in the next room. Master has a set a strict regime of exercises for me and gawd forbid if I should shirk it. My only consolation is that he has to adhere to it too as well. There is also a hot tub and sauna which we use frequently to relieve achy bones, not necessarily that one! He heats the bloody sauna to 165 degrees, or damn near soft ball stage as measured on a candy thermometer and my scrotum. The floor is covered in a blue coloured indoor-outdoor carpet and faintly smells of body odor even with exhaust fans running. The interior of the outside walls of the exercise room are finished with mirrors extending from floor to the basement ceiling. In the center dividing wall there are pictures of well developed men in all kinds of positions. I don’t know whether this was meant to be an incentive to exercise or what. in the center of the wall stands a door whose only distinguishing features is that it looks heavy and is padded with a key code door lock built into the handle. In fact if you look closely the whole wall is constructed of padded material, to retain any disturbing noises that may be generated within.

The door leads to master’s well equipped dungeon. It consists of the usual instruments of torture and requisite furniture, including a table, chair and flogging box that you lie on in a forward fashion. The ceiling in the basement is quite high and convenient for the implements hanging from it: sling, hoist, spreader bars, etc. What is unusual is that they are not fixed to the ceiling but are on light but sturdy rails so that they can be moved and manipulated into a given position as needed, then locked into place. The walls are painted in a cream colour, the same as in all the rooms in the house. The walls are adorned with a dungeon master’s favorite toys: chains, whips, floggers, belts, crosses, etc. There is also a small work room at the back of the dungeon that contains all of masters smaller supplies. In one corner lies a shining stainless steel dog cage that has seen recent use. Observing it caused me to suddenly worry about the piece of pie I ate earlier. In another corner is yet another shower stall, but this one has no interior walls, it has just a catch basin with drain, besides the water hoses hanging from the back walls. The room smells of leather and wood.

It wasn’t long after the table was set that master showed up dressed in his usual loose fitting trousers and short sleeve dress shirt, opened at the collar. He wore comfortable leather shoes that tradesman typically wore to work these days. “Good Morning Richard” he said as he surveyed the table. “Well done”, he complemented me. He grabbed me firmly by my package, which made me stand on my toes, and kissed me me on the lips, then he abruptly sat down and emptied his glass of orange juice in one go. “Please see to Joey and make sure he has adequate clothes from your stock” he ordered. I was taken aback and had raised my eyebrows, ignoring me, he continued with morning orders, “He is to wear exactly what you are wearing except the collar.”, and then proceeded to eat his cereal.

I did an about face and headed to Joey’s room, but half way there I heard the water splashuing in the shower and continued straight to it, hoping to catch a glimpse of Joey in his birthday suit. Entering the washroom, I saw no clothes anywhere and gained respect for Joey, he had wandered here naked. I coughed and raised my voice, “Joey?”. He stopped washing himself and opened the door to the shower displaying his ware for all to see. “I see your doing OK in the shower”, I said with a smirk. He smiled and waited for me to continue, to which I obliged. “Master would like you to dress in the same kit I have, so when you are finished you can come over to my room and choose what you will need.” I was going to add, “at your leisure”, but thought better of it. I went to my room and opened some drawers taking out several pairs of wrist and ankle cuffs and some leather thongs which I hoped would fit tightly, and placed them on my bed. I then went to master’s room to change the sheets, make the bed and tidy up. I returned to my room to see Joey shuffling through the stuff I had laid out. When he heard me he said, “You have very nice stuff Richard”, in his not unattractive soft voice and totally calm look, almost sleepy, though I think one would be wise not to underestimate him. He was what I would call angelic in looks, almost feminine. A closer inspection of his body would belie that assumption. He was wiry without fat and had rather large boned limbs. “Thank you Joey, master spoils me.”, I replied with a smile, having a hard time to remove my eyes from his beautiful package. “Have you chosen what you would like to wear?”, I asked. “Yes, I think so, and I am sorry to have to borrow your stuff Richard”, he said. “Joey”, I replied chuckling, “It is absolutely my pleasure dude! Believe me!”. ”I presume you have found the toiletries in your room?”, I inquired. He nodded. “Good, then when you are done, we are to join master for breakfast. I will wait for you here.”, I said to him as he was leaving to go to the guest room. Not five minutes passed and Joey was standing at the door, dressed and ready. I escorted him to the kitchen’s breakfast nook and was surprised not to find master sitting there. “You can sit here Joey. What you see is what you get”, I grimaced. “Oh! Wow!”, he answered, “It’s exactly what I like”, and dived in with gusto, much to my chagrin. I was hoping to find an ally that would back me up should I suggest bacon and eggs to master. Thinking about master, I wondered where he was. I sat down and ate the so called wholesome food.

We finished our breakfast and Joey helped me clean up. “Joey, I don’t know where master is. You can wait for him here if you like or you can come outside with me. I have to cut the grass and it doesn’t hurt the tan any.” “All right!, do I get to drive the tractor?”, he asked. I laughed and said, “Yeah right!”. Nice try. We don’t have a tractor, we don’t even have a motorized lawn more. It’s a push mower”, I answered. “Master says it keeps me in shape”, I said by way of explanation. Still, he followed me out and we fetched the lawn mower from the tool shed and proceeded to take turns pushing the lawn mower around the property. The tall hedges prevented any kind of breeze from reaching us and we soon commenced to sweat profusely, the sweat glistening on our taught bodies. We finished with the grass cutting in short order and put the lawn mower back in the tool shed. Joey followed me as we sauntered over to the patio and sat down in the wicker chairs. It felt good in the sun and the sweat was drying up nicely as we sat there tanning.

Master arrived after we had been tanning ourselves for about an hour. “Time to go to the shops gentlemen.” he announced, “I will wait for you in the entrance foyer.” We headed inside to remove our cuffs and put on our street clothes, ready to head to market. We met master in the entrance foyer and headed out to the town’s market to buy the necessities of life, fresh fruit and vegetables and a ham for dinner. Joey and I had carryalls to assist master with his purchases. It was a beautiful day and a lot of people were out to market. They seemed to me to be staring incessantly at Joey, which of course started to piss me off.

We ended our jaunt and headed for home. Master seemed preoccupied and did not afford much banter. Joey seemed to be absorbing the excursion like he had never experienced it before. I scoured the moving landscape for any and all cuties. What a lush I am. We arrived back home and master retired to the living room to read and listen to his music while Joey and I prepared lunch, which consisted of chicken sarnies and a fresh cut salad. Master returned just about when we were finished and complemented us on our hors d'oeuvre. We ate in more or less silence, enjoying each other’s company when master put down his glass and addressed Joey, “Do you still accept the proposal that I offered you yesterday?”, in a very serious tone and posture. I was intrigued as I knew something was up, but I did not know what. “Yes sir I do.” Joey stated most solemnly. “Very well then, can you make the necessary arrangements as we have discussed?”, he asked of Joey. “If you wish I will do that now sir”, replied Joey. “Yes, do so.” master responded. To me he said, “Richard, please show Joey where the telephone is and remove yourself from the vicinity.” “Yes master.”, I replied without rancor. I stood up and led Joey to the alcove where the sole land line was situated and then departed, returning to the kitchen. Master, nodded, rose and headed back to the living room. I picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the dish washer. I filled one of the dual sinks with water and soap and cleaned the counters and table. I still hadn’t seen Joey return, must be a long conversation. Just as I emptied the sink, Joey appeared and inquired as to where master was. I pointed to the living room and he was off, returning moments later saying, “What do we do now?”. “I don’t know about you but I have to do my exercises in about 10 minutes.”, i replied. Joey perked up and said, “down in the exercise room?” “Yes”, I said. “OK!” I can do that”, he said. “We shall see!”, I replied. “Meet me at the stairwell, ummm, without clothes in five minutes.”, I said to Joey. “Cool!”, he replied. You might change your mind after this exercise I thought to myself. I met Joey as requested and we went down the stairs together naked. Master was already at his stationary bicycle, just starting his personal trek. I put on a pair of jogging shoes I keep in the exercise room and climbed on to the moving carpet, set the speed and commenced to jog to keep up with it. Joey looked around and headed for the weights. I watched him add seventy five pound weights to each side of a 4 foot barbell. He laid down on the bench press and started pumping iron. He slowly raised and lowered the weighted barbell, which I thought was kind of sissy, but after 20 minutes of jogging on the mat and watching Joey still pumping at the same pace without hesitation I was getting anxious. I hoped he wasn’t doing it to impress us, but I realized after thirty minutes with just a slight sweat on his brow that it was nothing of the sort. Finally after 45 minutes of our individual exercises, we all took a breather and headed for the sauna, which master had turned on earlier. After a sauna and a long mutual shower, we toweled off and headed to our rooms to refresh and redress our nakedness, though I would be perfectly comfortable to remain so.

Master, met us in the living room where Joey and I were playing a game on the xbox, which, bloody hell, Joey was winning, and said, “Finish your game and meet me in the fun room.” Master had the strange way of calling the dungeon a fun room, somehow I didn’t think it was the fun room. After we finished our game which by fluke I had won, one out of five, we headed for the dungeon.

Master had maneuvered two hoists to the center of the room and was standing beneath them with his arms crossed, waiting for us. At first I thought perhaps I had done something wrong or forgotten something but he addressed Joey. “Joey, remove your wrist and ankle cuffs, Richard will provide you with suspension cuffs.”, master said, without looking at me. I immediately went to the equipment room and retrieved a high quality set of suspension cuffs and presented them to master then stood in relaxed position. I wasn’t sure what was up and was totally confused about a second hoist above and a little to the left of the one master was standing under. Firstly, we only use the hoist for spanking or flogging, and secondly, only me or a guest, but I never thought Joey would be a likely candidate. Then even more surprising, master produced a collar and fitted it on Joey’s neck. “Richard”, he addressed me, “You will wait in the main foyer for an invited guest and, when he arrives, escort him to your room and dress him as you are, including collar. Should he protest, remind him of the consequences, I am sure he will comply docilely.” “When he is properly attired.”, he continued, “You will escort him here.” “Yes master”, I replied, and I left the basement and headed to the entrance foyer. I had no idea who was going to arrive but It wasn’t long before there was a ring at the door and opening it I saw standing there Nathan Testudines, Joey’s Dom and lover. After a moments pause I said “Hi!” and Nathan nonchalantly responded the same. I opened the door wide and Nathan preceded me into the foyer and I closed and locked the door. I looked at Nathan and asked him to follow me, which he did without protest. When we entered my room he was visibly confused. I said, “You are to strip and put on the same kit I have.” He started to back off and I reminded him, “Master says that you will suffer the consequences if you refuse”. He stopped, lowered his head and proceeded to undress, leaving his clothes on the floor where they lay. I pointed to the bed and he understood and started to gear up. I noticed a slight hesitation when it came to the collar, nevertheless, he asked me to help him buckle it up. After checking him over I said, “Right then, shall we?” as I pointed to the door. He headed for the foyer and I followed him. I passed him after he paused wondering where to go next, and pointed to the stairs. We arrived at the dungeon door which was open and I let Nathan pass in to see the naked back of his sub and lover Joey, hoisted by suspension cuffs, his toes just touching the concrete floor. “Welcome to your first disciplinary training Master Nathan”, said my master in a calm clear voice. Nathan moved his head to look at master and asked, “Why is he like that?”. “Because”, master answered, “He is willing to take your punishment for the hurtful and arrogant way you handled him lat night.”, master said, raising his voice slightly, not a good sign. “Are you prepared to watch Master Nathan?”, he said the word master as if it where unworthy. “No I am not” replied Nathan. “Then I will make you the laughing stock of the town young man. Do you understand me?” replied master, in a cool threatening voice. Nathan now looked less sure of himself and was looking for an escape. “No.”, master shook his head, “You have no other alternative, you either leave and accept the consequences, consequences you know full well that i am capable of doing, or, you accept my offer. Which will it be?”, queried master impatiently. “I accept your offer.” he responded in a low and tremulous voice. “What? Speak up man, I didn’t hear you.”, said master. “I accept your offer.” repeated Nathan in a much louder voice. “Very well”, voiced master, and to me he said, “Richard, please escort our young master in front of Joey here, under the spreader bar. We moved to where master indicated and Nathan was hooked by his wrist cuffs to the spreader bar suspended from the ceiling. He started to tremble somewhat. “Have no fear young master, you will not be touched.”, said master to Nathan in a sneering voice. On the floor was another spreader bar that master indicated I should attach to Nathan’s ankle cuffs. The spreader bar itself was attached to the floor by means of pop-up rings that were embedded in the concrete. I proceeded to attach Nathan’s ankle cuffs to the ends of the bar in silence. Master then moved Nathan closer to Joey such that they were within a foot from each others face. Master attached a short chain, about a foot long with a snap at either end to the D-Rings positioned at the front of Joey’s and Nathan’s collar. This would prevent either one from moving away from each other. All they could do is watch each other up close. I kinda figured that Joey was the one to be flogged after master’s remark, what was surprising to me is that he did not have a gag. “Richard, fetch me number three flogger”, he ordered. I retrieved a medium size flogger from the wall and offered it to master, who took it, examined it and flourished it about. I positioned myself just outside the main lights in relaxed position waiting for my masters orders. “Are you ready Joey?” asked master in a very serious tone. “Yes sir.”, Joey replied and seemed to stiffen up. Without another word master, stepped back took careful aim and struck Joey hard on his shoulder blades. I flinched, gritted my teeth involuntarily, and felt the searing heat on my back, in sympathy with Joey, as I too had felt master’s strong arm, perhaps a little harder, but still momentarily painful, while remaining perfectly still, for I knew better than to move or utter a sound. Joey simply grunted and almost imperceptibly, stood a little higher on his toes. I could see their faces clearly in the harsh light as I was standing just off to their side. Nathan’s eyes opened wide but he said nothing. I believe he realized then just what was happening. Master reached back and struck Joey on his back. Again, Joey simply grunted, breathed deeply and smiled at Nathan, telling him with his eyes that it was OK. Master continued flogging Joey all across his back in thirty second intervals. I lost count but it was somewhere around fifteen, all the while Joey would grunt, breathe deeply and smile at Nathan. Joey was now sweating profusely and staring at Nathan, and I suddenly became aware that I had an extreme hard on. I felt ashamed and disgusted at myself but I had to accept reality and tried not to think about it as I watched a man take punishment. Master was not weakening his strokes and around the nineteenth or twentieth flog, Nathan started to tear up and choke, visibly shaken, while Joey was almost serene, if you judged him by his eyes. Master continued without breaking rhythm. His face showed no emotion whatsoever. Around the twenty fifth stroke of the flogger, Nathan screamed, “Enough!, enough!, I beg you master, please, please mercy master”. He was reduced to a babbling, crying mess of a man who I noticed had just lost control of his bodily fluid. Master gestured to me and handed me the flogger which I put back on the wall. “Yes. I think you have learned your lesson”. “Richard, undo Joey from his bindings, carefully mind! and bring him over to our massage table while I look after our young master” he said, with a little less rancor at the word master. Being very careful with Joey so that he would not yelp, for I am sure master would have taken that out on my hide, I slowly led Joey to the exercise room. I gently helped him to lie on his stomach. As Joey was getting into as comfortable position as possible, arms by his side. His upper back was a conflagration of nasty red, purple whitish welts, depending on where you looked. I was tempted to touch the more serious looking welts but I drew away knowing full well how painful they must be. Still, my woody was stiffer than ever and I was kinda pissed off at that, wondering if I was a sadist after all. Within a minute, master led Nathan into the exercise room and told him to stand and look at his sub, which Nathan did, sobbing and sniveling, the tears still freely rolling down his face. “Nathan”, master said in a much softer tone than before, “Will you listen to seasoned and respected masters the next time they offer you advice?” Nathan stopped sniveling, wiped his eyes and replied, “Yes master I will”. Master seemed convinced, nodded his head and said, “Very well, before you leave here you will have a lesson in the proper way of tying a sub around the upper shoulders and neck.” Nathan, stood straight, in relaxed position, head slightly bent forward and replied in a voice that projected relief, humility and earnestness, “Thank you master”. Master, looking at Joey said to me, “Richard, get the salve and hand it to Nathan”. “Yes master.”, I replied and fetched the jar of salve from the supply room and placed it into Nathan’s hands. “Nathan, you are to spread the salve over Joey’s back.” he said, “Very gently”, he admonished in a stern voice, which Nathan acknowledged immediately, “Until Joey feels he has had enough. After which, you may clean yourself and this room up, and follow Joey to the guest room.”, he concluded. Looking at me he nodded his head towards Joey and Nathan, then abruptly left the room.

I watched Nathan place some salve ever so gently on the back of Joey’s shoulders and even more gently spread it evenly across his welts. I believe Nathan learned a lesson he will never forget about subs this night. I went to fetch the mop and pail for Nathan to use on the soiled carpet and when I returned I heard Nathan talking to Joey in soft undertones. I noticed Joey had a satisfied smile on his face. Master is full of wonders.

As Joey was lying there feeling some of the pain evaporate from his body due to the salve and knowing that he had conquered his lover, Nathan finished cleaning up and asked me, “Did I miss anything?”. I looked around and said, “No, I think you got everything”. I retrieved the mop and pail from Nathan and placed it back in the wash room. When I returned to the exercise room Joey sat up on the massage table with his hands holding the edge and his feet dangling over the edge, swinging to and fro. He looked fine to me.

“Shall we move on?”, I inquired of Joey and Nathan. Joey moved off the table and headed for the door with Nathan behind him and me taking up the rear. “Joey will take you to his room Nathan and I will see if I can find some clothes for you that I intended to throw out anyway”, I said to Nathan. He stopped, looked at me and said, “Thank you Richard, I will accept with honour anything you can afford me.” and seemed to mean it. “It will probably take me some time as I have accumulated a lot of clothes”, I hinted, but I think only Joey understood. It was getting time for me to help master prepare dinner but just before that I went to Joey’s room to deliver the clothes. I knocked softly and waited. Hearing nothing I slowly opened the door and peeked in. The two lovers were sleeping peacefully, Joey tea spooning Nathan. I left the clothes on the floor next to the bed, admired their bodies for a second or three and headed to the kitchen, quietly closing the door behind me.

Master glanced up at me and I announced that, “Mission accomplished, there is a successful landing”. Master looked exhausted but pleased at the outcome, then his face turned serious and he said, “I see frivolity has become you. I shall have to see to it.”. I gasped and master started to laugh deep and hard. “Come over here Richard. I am sorry you had to witness this but I did not want you to feel ostracized in your own home”. With that he hugged me, held me close and kissed me with passion I did not expect. “Thank you master”, I said. “I love you too.”, looking into his fathomless eyes.