Continued from Part 2
Dean Spencer has been waiting for his first training session to commence.
He's tied to an uncomfortable chair in a vast emty room.
Now he hears someone entering the room and steals a glance.
Just in time he remembers that he must not stare.
It's not respectful. So, he hastily averts his eyes.
The Master comes and stands silently behind him,
like a menacing presence.
The Master circles to the front, inspecting his new sub.
Dean steals a wary look at him.
He's a big, big man and wearing a black rubber, skin-tight, wrestling singlet.
It shows off his muscular shoulders and massive thighs.
The Master's hand lashes out, stinging Dean's cheek.
Then he lifts Dean's chin.
"You look at me when I say you can" he says firmly, but not unkindly.
Dean remembers his manners, "Yes, Sir" he says, trying not to sound terrified.
The Master crouches before Dean explaining the rules he must follow.
It's nothing like the military bawling Dean had expected, more fatherly.
As he speaks he runs his hands along Dean's thighs approvingly
Dean feels instinctively drawn to this handsome man, it will be easy to serve him.
The Master stands and circles behind him and Dean watches, fascinated by his muscular body
and the way the tight, shiny singlet changes shape, moulding to his body through every movement.
Much to his surprise the Master releases the restraints on his upper body.
"You cannot show me you are obedient if you are tied up", he explains,
running the thongs through his fingers as though he hasn't finished with them yet
"No Sir", Dean affirms, sitting up straight
and trying not to look too hard at his rubber-clad torso.
Dean's disinterest suddenly becomes harder
as the Master suddenly bends and kisses him.
At the same time he stretches the thongs across Dean's throat,
a sinister reminder of his subservience here.
Dean's chest swells with excitement and he feels a surge of pleasure
as his Master's hand drops between his legs.
It seems like the kiss was just a test
and now the Master wants to gauge the response.
This idyllic interlude does not last for long.
The Master squeezes his nipples sharply
Dean manfully strives to give no sign of how much it hurts.
A quick check on his nether regions reassures his Master that all is well.
Another test has been passed, another milestone on Dean's long journey into service
to be concluded