Things had taken a strange turn. The relationship between Big Anton and the young man had grown more regular, more intimate and, the older man had to admit to himself, more extreme. When Big Anton thought about the young man, he thought of him as his Master – he was totally in his power, even though he realized it was power he himself had given him. When they met, he had taken to calling him “Sir”. When he could speak, which was not often. Most of the time, Big Anton was bound in a variety of positions, gagged, and his Master had absolute power over his body. A friend of his had allowed them to use his fully-equipped playroom and the young man had started developing his tastes beyond his original “tie-up games”. At first, Big Anton had been smugly confident his young Master wouldn’t go very far but he had quickly realized just how painful the “not very far” could be. The young man liked spanking Big Anton’s pleasantly plump derrière and the lure of using the different swishes and canes available in the playroom had proved irresistible. He was very careful never to draw blood but still, Big Anton was surprised how strong the slender young man could be. Their sessions would last for hours, whole days of Big Anton being tied in different positions, brought to the edge of release over and over again, and given some necessary “discipline”. He looked forward to the meetings with his Master with a mixture of anticipation and dread, not so much of being hurt but of not being able to take whatever the young man would come up with – and he was very inventive. He didn’t want to disappoint him… and himself.
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