Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 01:12:29 -0700
From: MACK Wayne <mackxwayne@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave Master Tempter Ch - 2

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Slave Master Tempter

Ch 2  - Hot and Naked

	The deed was done.  Jake's fate was sealed the moment the garage
door had slammed shut.  What remained was how long Max would decide to play
with his prey before letting it know its fate.  They had parked near a
second steel roll up door - this one only slightly larger than necessary to
conceal a standard entrance door.  Max got out - headed toward the door,
and hit the other button on his little remote.  The door began rolling up
to reveal a steel hinged door without any obvious locks or knobs on it.
	"Right this way my hot young man." The possessive pronoun was more
definitive than Jake could have possibly realized as he followed - eyes
widening - at the sight of the secured entryway.  Max took out a magnetic
card and passed it through a reader to the right of the door.  It opened
automatically as Jake stood with his host.
	"Man! Fort Knox huh Max?"
	"Yeah, well today you can't have too much security in a city like
this - right?"
	"I guess.  But then I'm just a country boy."
	Max was thinking, "Boy are you ever," but responded, "Yeah huh?" He
invited Jake to enter ahead of him and as Jake passed, Max patted his ass
low and dead center - "You sure are a hot one!" was the exclamation, which
accompanied the action.
	A kind of self-assured, "Thanks man," was the reply.  They entered
an empty hallway with a few doors on the right and one at the end.  It was
brightly lit and un-foreboding, after coming from the dim, old,
purposefully un-renovated taxi garage.  Max walked toward one of the doors
and opened it.  As Jake followed, he heard the outside automatic steel
rollup door they'd just come through clang shut.
	His host spoke, "There.  Now we're safe.  No one can get us now
huh?"
	"Boy. You can say that again!"
	"Come on in here Jake." Jake entered as invited.  It was a clean
stark room with only a wall of mirrors on one end and a long bench in the
middle facing it.  There were empty hooks on one of the other walls and
another door on the other side of the room.  Max patted Jake on the
shoulder and said smiling and friendly like, "Now I have a policy."
	Jake paused and queried with his expression as if to say, "Ok,
shoot."
	"When I have a pretty man like you in my house, I love him to be
naked.  That alright with you?"
	Jake thought for a moment gazing upward to consider his host's
request.  "Yeah sure. I guess that's ok.  What the hell."
	"Atta boy." Max had been waiting for his reply with his hand still
in place.  There was a twenty or so year difference in their ages so Jake
passed off the, "boy," thing as somewhat natural.  Besides, as relaxed as
he felt, just about anything would have been ok.  "I remember how you said
you're naked a lot of the time back in PA, so just pretend you're at home."
Max squeezed the shoulder and released his grip and pointed to the bench.
"So have a seat.  Take your time, relax, strip and hang your stuff up.  I
have a few things to do and then I'll be through that door." He pointed to
the door they hadn't come through.  "You can wait here.  I'll call you when
I'm in there."
	As Jake sat down and looked up at his director - instructor -
leader - friend, his acknowledgement of Max's control over the situation
and how relaxed he was beginning to feel, reflected itself in his casual
and loose reaction, "What ever you say boss," accompanied by a quick
affected salute.
	The drug was definitely having an effect - as was the booze.  He
would get more of each.  Max loved the pace he was setting and the game
continued, "You're in for a real experience there laddie.  It's gonna be
great!" As Max went back out into the hall, he closed the door and Jake saw
that there was no door handle on this side of it.  "Damn," he said out loud
but to himself, "This is the most secure place I've ever seen!" He settled
down and just sat for a moment rubbing his short hair kind of reveling in
the excitement about seeing this guy's human dog slave.  He was feeling
respect and awe for Max, as well as a sense of having been glad to make the
connection with someone into a "reality-based" lifestyle.  He was tired of,
and frustrated by fantasies.  "Max has actually done it," he thought to
himself.
	Max had adjourned to the room next to the wall of glass and peered
through a hole behind the one-way mirrors - live viewing was better than
via the so many concealed cameras here in Max's facility/ home.  They were
everywhere Max wanted them.  Ever since pulling into the alley, the new
arrival had been under surveillance. They were capturing his "striptease"
from several angles, but Max had a penchant for seeing this first viewing
with the naked eye.  It was a rite he never shared - something he always
enjoyed solo.  All the shrouded lenses capturing all the action from all
their vantage points feeding into the control room for permanent
preservation for Max's repeated enjoyment - for viewing - editing -
compiling - creation of videos for sale to a cache of special clients -
couldn't make up for seeing what Max was watching through the glass in
person - in the moment.
	Jake removed his construction boots and put them aside.  As he rose
to undo his jeans he watched himself in the mirror - his believed friend/
mentor's eyes watching from exactly the same angle.  Both from what he had
already witnessed fully clothed, and from what Jake had proudly put forth
in response to his probative questions, Max knew what to expect underneath,
but he anxiously awaited the visual affirmation.  Exposing and stroking
himself, he watched as Jake loosened the top button of his 501s, pulled his
T-shirt free, and lifted it up and off over his head.  Max's heart skipped
a beat.  It was like the private unveiling of a fine work of art just for
his viewing.  The large nipples, which had been apparent through the
fabric, were even better than Max had thought they would be.  Jake pinched
them and brought them to full and glorious erection as Max literally
groaned in ecstasy behind the soundproof wall.
	The shape of everything had been evident through the fabric of the
T-shirt, but seeing it all uncovered for his viewing pleasure and knowing
the rest would follow, was always something that made Max's heart skip a
beat.  It was somehow - here and now - before his victim knew anything, and
was casually voluntarily undressing just because he'd been told it was the
way his "host" enjoyed having a hot man here in the privacy of his home,
that was one of the gratifying parts of the - the hunt - the entrapment.
There were many - but there was just something about watching his prey
voluntarily exposing himself for the last time.
	He was about perfect.  Everything was equal to what was exposed and
he'd been drawn to from the beginning - the ideally shaped buzz cut head -
a chisel jawed handsome masculine face - the beautifully muscled arms with
their biceps & triceps - lightly haired forearms & big hard working hands.
Now the broad rounded shoulders and accompanying trap muscles supporting
that beautiful head were exposed.  As the shirt had been lifted up, deep
hairy pits displayed themselves momentarily - just long enough to tease the
boy's titillated covert audience of one.
	The rounded pecs with their covering of chest hair and the trail of
it down through well-defined abs were the perfect masculine compliment for
the V shape of a torso stopping - so far - at a narrow belt line - but the
rest of the package was about to be unwrapped.  As the crotch buttons were
popped, there were no briefs.  The impossible to disguise basket was pulled
free from its position of restriction beneath a proud dark bush of crotch
hair.  An eight-inch fat cock and pendulous balls was the visual prize.  A
little stroking was Jake's next order of business as he watched himself
looking almost into the unseen eyes of his captor, and brought the big,
cut, veiny thing to half hard and bouncy.  Pants lowered showed hairy
muscular thighs, and then peeled further, revealed hefty calves.
	He had obviously been working outside and wearing shorts.  He was
tan to a definitive line at the waist - beautiful glowing white from there
to a faded line mid thigh and tan again to his socks - the only thing left
present.
	"He's just right for Bob," Max said to himself.
	Jake moved about hanging his things on the hooks at the side of the
room maintaining focus on his image believing himself alone - the down
lights casting complimentary shadows purposefully designed to maximize the
form of the room's occupant.  Like Narcissus gazing in the pool, he was
fixed on what he saw.  Leisurely he stroked his hard cock and pinched his
tits, giving himself his own show just as Max hoped he would.  He turned,
examining his posterior with its dimpled tanned back.  He lingered enjoying
the sight of his white bubble ass cheeks - even ran fingers up through the
deep cleft between brushing lightly up against his hairy rectum.  He
imagined Max's slave licking his hole under a rim seat.
	The drug was working, and Max was delighted.  He picked up the
phone and the dialed a number.  "Hello, Bob?" - - - - - "Yeah, its Max.  I
believe I have Mr. Right for you" - - - - - "Yeah.  He's here right now" -
- - - - "Yep, I've been watching him strip in the changing room" - - - - -
"He has no idea" - - - - - "He's a real beauty Bob.  He's definitely you.
He's even a carpenter like you said you wanted for the ranch" - - - - -
"Well, you said you'd go a hundred fifty for the right one.  I think I know
someone that would give me two hundred thousand for this one, but he's too
perfect for you" - - - - - "Yes, we'll talk" - - - - - "Now, if you want.
I'm anxious to see what you think of him" - - - - - "Ok. See you soon" - -
- - -"Yeah, I'm going to string him along for a while - have some fun with
him" - - - - - "Ok. Good-bye" - - - - - "No!" - - - - - "Yes!  A big dick
and big balls!  I'm looking right at them!  I know what you want!  I'm not
going to have you come over here for nothing" - - - - - "What?" - - - - -
"No.  I've never seen him before.  I just found him tonight while out
hunting" - - - - - "Yeah, by chance, in a bar over on the west side.  He
didn't know anyone there - although everyone wanted to know him.  And he
lives alone in PA and came into the city on a whim without even telling
anyone" - - - - - "I know, it's too perfect - and so is he" - - - - -
"Yes. Huge shoulders.  He's weight trained his whole life - all muscle" - -
- - - "No.  Now I'm not going to tell you any more.  Trust me.  He's
perfect.  The rest you'll have to see for yourself.  Now Good bye!"
	Max was a bit abusive to Bob because he knew he could be.  It was
what worked with him.  And Max was good at finding, "what worked," with
people and situations.  It was a critical key to his success.  The hot
naked, carpenter (except for his socks) sat down on the bench and picked at
a small scab on his knee and waited for Max's call.  Max in turn, was
waiting as well.  He wasn't going to make a move until his personal peep
show was over.


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