The best part of working from home is being able to cruise sites or actually hook up during the workday. I have my “office” set up in a corner that gives me a full view of my street. One day while I was taking a break and cruising recon, searching in my town, I look at this nice chest. “Beta needing Alpha.” Definitely the right track. Good, fit body, sexy scattering of hair over the pecs and down some decent abs with some definition. No face. I’m not upset by posts without a face. I don’t see the sense in getting all worked up about a guy not putting his face out where anyone can see it and cause problems. Why would I insist on risking a sub’s livelihood over a face pic when leaving it could be so much better for me. Insisting on public face pictures could make a sub unable to provide service and gifts and make them worthless. A sub with a good job, able to take me on a pricey vacation, is much better than one that’s lost his job for the very things that put him in my control.
What really drew me to the picture wasn’t the chest, well that was the first thing that caught my attention, but what did make me stop was the background. It was familiar, very familiar. It wasn’t the typical bathroom where the guy is taking a selfie in front of the mirror. It looked out through a window onto a street. The street was the one I saw out my windows. A different angle, but my street. Considering it a bit, it was from the next building down. This must be the guy who had moved in a few weeks ago. I had seen him going in and out to work. The frame certainly fit. There was a bit of open space between our buildings (both about 3 stories, with apartments. It’s a nice neighborhood). I could see into his windows a bit. It’s normal and you don’t see anything but normal activities, watching TV, making dinner, that sort of stuff. I had seen him walk around shirtless a few times, either in shorts or sweats.
I read the text. “I’m in good shape, and I need to have someone take me in hand and keep me in line. I’m told I’m a good cocksucker, and I really like getting fucked. I need a real man to put me in place. Mold me into the sub you want me to be.” I could certainly work with that. I sent a message off, a bit more conversational than my usual, and waited.
He came home in the afternoon, and some time later I got a notification. He had responded
Sir,
Thank you for contacting me. I would be very interested in discussing more with you. Can we arrange a time to do a chat? Sometime that would be easy for you? I would like to get to know you better.
sub kyle
Not wanting to appear like I was waiting I delayed until almost midnight before responding. I suggested 10 PM the next evening. The next day I had a polite message agreeing.
I saw him leave for work the next day, smiling to myself. Did his walk have a bit of extra bounce in it? I’m sure that was just me. I could see into his apartment, he could see into mine. Somewhere before 9 I hit the sofa and turned on the TV. If he noticed anything, it would be just a typical evening. A few minutes after 10 that night I got onto the chat function. He was waiting.
Subkyle: Good Evening, Sir.
Me: Ah, you’re here. I wondered if you would show up.
Subkyle: Yes Sir, thank you for chatting with me.
Me: No problem. A lot of guys offer to chat and either don’t show up or ghost out.
Subkyle: That must be frustrating for You, Sir. I’m sorry it happens to You.
Me: It is. I don’t like to waste my time. But we’re here to get to know each other a bit. Have you been doing this long?
Subkyle: No Sir. I’m very new at this. I had a boyfriend and we did some light bondage, that really got me going. But more from being controlled than tied up. He didn’t want to go further, and I did. That, and some other stuff broke us up.
Me: I bet you’ve had a lot of people cruise you, your picture is quite nice.
Subkyle: Thank you Sir. Yeah, a lot. Most just aren’t my type, and so many just tell me that they want me to crawl around, take a whipping and a fucking. It all seems so…. rushed. Do you know what I mean?
Me: I do. You’ll get the ones who just want to treat you like shit and not put in any time, the ones who just want a quick fuck. And so many who are just hoping to get lucky.
Subkyle: Yes Sir. Your message was much more thoughtful, personal. I appreciated the care you took for it.
That was it. He was nervous, tired of being hit on by a bunch of guys just out for his body. I won’t keep up the transcript. It was pretty tame. We got into what he was interested in. He wanted a man who would not only give him some good sex, but would have him do chores, guide his physical work-outs, basically be a daddy. I could tell he wanted to be cared for. Not a toy, but a partner, just a partner who obeyed. He shyly revealed that he wanted a spanking. His “light-bondage” boyfriend had spanked him a little when he was tied face down on the bed, and he had gotten really boned by that.
We got into some general conversation, which I’m sure put him at ease. We signed off after 11:30. I stayed up for a while. The next few evenings we had chats. He had opened up quite a bit, and actually so had I. I finally asked him if he was ready for some video. He admitted he was nervous, and I agreed to leave it to chests and crotches. I did make him go first.
The chest from the post came on the screen, breathing. His hand brushed down from his pecs to his dick, still below the screen. I turned mine on. I was back in a chair in my bedroom, so he wouldn’t put 2 and 2 together. I ordered him to pan down, and I got my first look at his cock and balls. Decent size, nice full balls and a moderately thick bush, even if it had been trimmed down. I ordered him to pull on it some, but I could see he was already starting to plump out. Good, this excited him. He was about 7 inches when fully hard. I let him work it a bit before I widened my angle to include my hard dick, which at over 8 made him fly to the keyboard with a compliment. I ordered him to keep stroking, but not to cum while I enjoyed myself. A private show, and I lazily felt up my junk.
After about 15 minutes I could tell he was deep in. I told him to take his hands off his stuff. I asked if he had a dildo. He did (of course) and so I sent him for it and lube. When he was back, he lubed up and stuck it in. He had to work around a bit so I could see his equipment and the dildo going in and out at the same time, but I was patient. I let him go for a while, then had him turn on the sound. He was moaning and I typed encouragement to continue. “Oh Sir, I wish this was you in me. It would be so much better.” He was liking this. Exactly on plan. He got himself off, shooting up his chest. He admitted once he caught his breath it was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. I didn’t cum for him, leaving him to wonder. We set up another video for the next night.
That night I had him put the dildo on the chair and bounce on it. I made him do this with his dick flopping around for a while before I let him plunge down and shoot off. A couple more nights of this and he was mine, I could tell. He told me he wasn’t responding to other requests, but I had him leave his profile up. We had moved on from him at a desk so he was usually on his bed with a full shot of his body, face included. I wasn’t showing mine and my mic was still off. I could tell he liked the set up.
Friday came around, and when our session started I asked if he was ready to do some work before he could cum. “Yes, Master.” he said. His sound was on from the start, I was still muted. I asked what type of neighborhood he was in. He responded. Apartments. He was on the first floor. I already knew that, but wasn’t telling him. So he was to put on some jeans, but remain shirtless. Go out of the building and turn left, start at the first apartment on the next building and ask for a cup of sugar.
“Master, what? A cup of sugar? What would I need that for?”
I responded that it was an old sitcom trope. No one would know it was an order from his Master but the two of us. It was warm, so no problem with him being shirtless. He could just say he was making something. “Yes Master.”
I was lounging on the sofa with the TV on when the doorbell rang. I dropped a book on the coffee table and got up, opening the door with a puzzled expression on my face.
My boy looked nervous. He had a cup in his hands and gave me an awkward smile. “Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow a cup of sugar?” He lifted the cup a bit and added a hopeful grin. I looked at him a quick moment, like I was deciding.
“Yeah, sure. Come on in, I’ll get it.” I pushed the door open and let him in. I held my hand out and he gave me the cup. I turned and headed for my kitchen. He just stood there, putting his hands in his pockets, checking my place out.
I filled the cup and returned. The boy seemed tense, but not like he was overwhelmed. His jeans hung low on his hips revealing his toned body. I was in slacks and a shirt opened up to my navel, revealing my bulkier body and the fact I had significantly more hair than he did. “Here you go.” I handed him the cup.
“Thanks man. I’m.. I’m making something and ran out.”
“No problem.” I replied, noticing his pits were really sweating. Nerves. He was obeying his Master in public for the first time.
“I appreciate it. Thanks. Thanks.” He almost bolted, but kept control. I smiled as I let him go.
Back online he held up the cup. “I did it, Master. Here it is.” His voice was filled with expectation that he had done well.
“Did you really go out, boy? You didn’t just go off screen and fill it yourself did you?”
“No, Master, the first place had a guy. I’m sure he thought I was a nutcase. Real hot though.” He was pulling his pants off and stroking his cock, the cup of sugar still held in one hand.
I had him put the sugar to the side and let him beat off while he still felt the heat of public display and obedience. When he finished, he was gasping for breath. I asked him if it felt good. “Master, it’s incredible! I can’t believe what I did for you.”
After telling him he had been a good boy, I had him stay on and fondle himself for my amusement. Then I had him tell me about the guy who gave him the sugar.
“Master, he’s a few inches taller than me. Dark hair and a close-cropped beard. Really built, with broad shoulders, and his shirt was open. He had a good bit of chest hair. Master, that is so sexy. I was too nervous to check out his package, but come on, he had to be packing, right? His ass was tight I can tell you. I watched him as he walked away from me to get the sugar. Deep voice. So confident. I wish I could be confident like that.”
I asked if he’d seen the guy around before, since he was a neighbor.
“Yeah, I think he works from home. I hadn’t really looked at him before, except to notice he was hot. This was my first real look at him. He’s fucking fine.”
I smiled. He had no idea he had just met his Master. I asked him if he’d like to mess around with that neighbor.
“I don’t know, Master. He is a neighbor.”
So I asked if he was at a bar and the guy tried to pick him up, would he go with him?
“Wouldn’t I need your permission, Master?” My sub was certainly doing the right thing. So I told him yes he would, but we’d consider that I’d given him permission to score with anyone he wanted. His cock was growing again.
“Then yes, Master, I would.”
I told him to really work on his cock and tell me about going back to the neighbor’s place.
“OK, Master. Once inside, he’d push me against the wall and kiss me, feeling up my chest. He’d open my shirt while still in the kiss, pulling it off. He’d grab my ass and knead it like he owned it.” His cock was fully hard again. “I’d be at his mercy, feeling up his back, his ass. He’d bring his hands up to my face and hold them there a minute as he pulled back, looking into my eyes. Then he’d press my shoulders so I’d kneel. While I felt his legs, he’d open his pants, and fish out his cock. He’d rub the tip across my lips. I’d get pre-cum and lick just a bit.”
Kyle was going at his cock as he described the fantasy date with the neighbor he didn’t know already owned him. “He’d start to push just a little and I’d open up and take him in, swallowing as much as I could, sucking him, making him feel good. I’d have to grab his ass as he leaned over me, forcing more of his cock into me. I’d hear him groan for me. He’d shove in and out, in and out. I would choke some, but keep going. Once he’d had me suck him up good, he’d pull me up and tell me to get naked while he did as well. He’d kiss me, and move me to the couch. Pushing me onto my back, he’d lift up one of my legs and run his dick up and down my crack. I know I’d moan like a cheap whore. Maybe he’d give me a few strokes, knowing I’m totally into it. He’d line up and start to get me on his rod. He’d go further and further in, until he was at the hilt. I’d have to breath deep since my ass would be filled. He’d stay there while he would grab my cock and squeeze it tight, moving his fist up and down. I’d be beside myself. Then he’d let go and start to pump into me, grinding his hips when he was in. I’d feel up his chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. I’d be leaking precum like it was going out of style.”
Kyle was really leaking precum. I was sure I’d get him to shoot again. “He’d pound me hard, but I can take it. He’d really let go, fucking me deep with every thrust. He’d have a great rhythm, and I’d be there taking it for him. He’d lean back and power into me really going fast. Then, just as I think he’s going to shoot, he’d slam into me and hold it, just grinding. He’d pull me up, moving us so he’s on the bottom, sitting on the couch, and I’m over him on his lap and with his dick up my ass. He’d make me go up and down on his pole, his hands on my hips controlling my actions as he used me. My dick would be jumping around and slapping onto his abs. He’d make me go faster, and this time he really would cum, holding me down and shooting into my guts. I’d come off at the same time. Then he’d take us to the shower and we’d rinse off. He’d insist I stay the night, and I’d spend all night wrapped in his strong arms……Fuck me!!!” He came. I noticed he came as he described being held for the night, not as part of the fucking.
I had long figured that it was the tender master after a session that Kyle was really attracted to, and this just proved my point. He did want to be controlled, and he did want sex, but he wanted the man who did that to him to care for him and treat him well afterwards. Fine by me. I didn’t want a snivelling slave who needed constant punishment, I wanted a sub who would obey with devotion.
“Master, I can’t believe I came again.” Kyle sounded incredulous. I told him he was a good boy, and I was very pleased.
“But it wasn’t you Master. I want to be with you.” I told him it was OK, he was doing fine by me. I really enjoyed getting to hear what he wanted and how it made him hot. I ordered him to taste his own cum, the two cums he had mingled. He happily obeyed. “I wish half of this was yours Master.” Such a good boy. I stayed on with him for a bit, but he was really wiped now, so I let him log off and get some sleep. I looked over at his apartment, I saw him wearily walk through the place turning off lights wearing only some shorts. He went to bed.
The next night I told him he needed to repay the neighbor. “What do you mean, Master?” He sounded apprehensive. I told him nothing much, just that he needed to return the sugar. I heard him sigh in relief. This time, he’d just be in running shorts. “Yes, Master, if that is what you want.” Still obedient, good.
I took a bit longer to answer the door this time. I had remained in the bedroom. This time, I was in old, thin sweatpants and a ripped t-shirt. When I opened the door, I could almost hear the gulp I saw him take. I cocked one eyebrow.
He had a false start before he got out. “I really appreciate the sugar, I’m here to return it.” He froze for a second. “I ran out, I don’t want to make you do that.” Pause. “Sir.” I hadn’t told him to call me “Sir” but I liked it. I let him squirm just a second before reaching out for the cup in his hand. “Sure, want to step in while I put this up?”
“Thanks.” He ducked in. I headed to return the sugar that was just an instrument of his obedience.
“Whatever you were making work out?” I asked, being all neighborly.
“What? Oh, yeah, it did. Thanks.” He shifted feet. “I ran out and stocked up today. I shouldn’t… well, nothing.” I smiled to myself. He was going to tell me he wouldn’t be bothering me again, then part of the way through the sentence realized his Master might just do that.
“No problem. Happy to help.” I’d leave that possibility open from this side as well. I ran a bit of water to rinse out the cup before heading back to return it to my boy. On my way to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was excited in his shorts. This whole scene was turning him on. Not enough to make him embarrassed, but I knew what to look for and was expecting it.
“I work from home, I sometimes forget what it’s like to run out of something as soon as you get back from being gone all day.” I gave him a smile.
“Yeah, that’s it. Last thing you want is to do after getting home is turn around and go back out.” He seemed relieved I had given him a perfect cover. He gave a nervous laugh.
“You run?” I asked as he seemed to vacillate slightly on heading out.
“I do. Usually early morning, before work.” Kyle replied. I knew that, of course.
“Maybe I’ll see you out there some. I do as well.” I put my hand out to shake his.
“That would be great. See you.” He shook my hand and headed back to his place. I grinned with satisfaction at the closed door. He was putty in my hand.
Back on the video call, Kyle was telling me about the entire encounter. “He was so fucking nice!” Kyle’s dick was hard and he was stroking it fast. “Master, you don’t know how close I came to just falling on my knees and sucking him off right there. If I had to stay one more minute, I know he’d have seen me tenting my shorts.” As I told him the neighbor would probably have liked that, he came.
By this time, Kyle was used to me ordering him to fondle his cock and balls after he shot off. It was as close as we could get to me holding him after a climax at this point. He played with himself as I enjoyed watching him and the control I had over him. I had decided it was time for us to meet in person, when he knew it as well.
I kept up what had become our familiar routine through the week, until Friday. This consisted of getting him to perform for me on cam while I watched and gave him instructions. He’d sucked off dildos and fucked himself. He had a vibrating dildo, and that was fun to watch him stuff his ass with as well. Friday started with him naked on the bed, already hard when the video started. I had him play with himself a little and tell me about his day. This always got him into the right mood. The pressures of his day melted away, and he visibly got more comfortable. When he was ready I typed my question “So, have you decided you trust me?”
“Yes, Master. I’m very happy you have taken me over. I’d actually like to do more for you.” Honesty sounded through his voice.
“Really?” I typed to him. “What would you like? Work out schedules? New diet plan?”
“That’s just like a trainer at the gym. I’d like to suck you off, Master. I’ve… I’ve been a good boy.” He sounded so innocent, so earnest.
“You have been a good boy. And you trust that everything I’ve made you do is for your own good?”
“I sure do Master. I’m working to be the best sub you can imagine.”
“So you think you’re worthy to suck my cock?” I couldn’t help teasing the poor boy.
“I sure hope so Master. Is there anything I can do to prove it to you?” He was stroking his dick and fondling his balls.
“Send me your number.” I saw his eyes grow large when the message popped up. He started to reach for his phone, then remembered that wouldn’t work and said it out loud. He reached for his laptop and typed it into chat.
I keyed it into my phone. I could see his apartment was mostly dark, so he was prepared to hit the hay after I let him cum. I read the anxiety on his face as he held his phone. I typed a message, hit the call button and then sent the message. “That’s me.”
He froze an instant, in panic or ecstasy, then hit the slider to answer, I could see a bit of a tremble in his fingers.
“Master?” I had muted my laptop, so I only heard him through the phone.
I made him wait just a moment. Just enough for the ice to form in his belly. “It’s me, boy.”
“Oh, Master, I’m so glad to finally get to talk to you. It’s like a dream come true.” He had a sexy voice, but I had known that, but it was nice hearing it so excited.
“I have another surprise for you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master. I’m ready for anything.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you freaking out.” Just a touch of sterness in my voice.
“Yes, Master. I’ll be good.”
“All right. Turn off the cam and get on a pair of shorts.” I was calm, but the excitement was building in me as well.
“Are you…? Yes, Master.” He just flipped the lid down, cutting off the feed, and I could hear him getting into the shorts. He suspected I was near him. “They’re on Master.”
“Good, go out to your front room.”
“Yes, Master.” He got moving right off. I saw him pad into his living room, he was staring at the door like a dog expecting his Master to come home.
“Turn to your left.” I gave him a simple directive. He started to obey, and I saw his body move slowly. He knew something was up. He looked out the windows. I raised one hand and waved. “Now wave to your Master.”
I saw his jaw drop as his free hand came up, returning my gesture. “But, but…”
“It’s OK boy, it’s not a game, I’ve not got your neighbor in on a joke. I recognized the street in your profile picture. Now you promised not to freak out.” Stern was not the right tone for this. Caring was, and that’s what I gave him. He was replaying the couple of times he had come over, and the times he had seen me.
“Master, is that really you?” He wasn’t freaking out, that’s a good sign.
“It is. Just a little subterfuge at the beginning. Now hang up and get over here.”
Kyle stared at me a moment, then gave a quick jerk, heading for his door. No shoes, in just some shorts he dashed over. I had the door open for him this time. He climbed the stairs with a look of amazement, and when he came in I wrapped him in a big hug. “I’m so glad you are here, boy.” I gave him a kiss. I could feel him melting into my arms.
I pulled away, breaking the kiss. I placed my hand over the one that held his phone and terminated the call, as in his rush he had forgotten to do so.
“I’m sorry, I forgot.” He sounded a bit sheepish.
“It’s alright boy, it’s just fine. Come with me.” I walked him the few steps to the sofa, slipping my hand under his shorts to caress his ass. I pulled him with me as I sat, getting him close and holding him in my arms.
“I, I don’t know what to say.” He was a bit dazed.
“It’s all alright boy. Just stay here. I’ll hold you. Let me tell you how this happened.” I was being nice. I wanted to be. I wanted to control him, but I didn’t want to be cruel. He would be a lot more loyal if I eased him into it. He would be much more mine.
“I can’t believe it. All this time, you’re right next door?” He almost sounded small. He was having to absorb all of this.
“Yes, boy. I saw your profile. I might of hit you up in any case, but you took a picture showing the street out there. I recognized it. I knew you would feel better once we had established a good rapport. That way if it didn’t work out, you wouldn’t feel awkward every time you were home. You’d never know it was me. And I’d keep it to myself. That’s better for you, isn’t it?” I was slowly stroking his arm.
“Yeah it was.” He was silent. I waited for him. “So when I described getting fucked by the neighbor. By you… You knew it was…was….”
“Incredibly hot. And it showed you were interested in my body as well. Think about it. I took you step by step. Nothing too drastic. You got to meet me in a non-threatening way, just exposing your body a little, and having to do something a bit odd, but not so weird as to raise serious questions. I spent time with you so you know who I am, and now you have put the two pieces together.” I planted a kiss on the top of his head.
Kyle’s arms reached around and held me. He was thinking it over, and I gave him time. He shifted a bit, looking me in the eyes. Tears watered a bit. “It was the best way. I don’t know what I would have done if you were someone else.”
“Good boy.” I kissed him again. I meant for it to be a fairly quick one, but he held on, running his fingers over my chest. I moved my hand into his shorts and finally got to feel the cock and balls that I knew were mine forever now. He rapidly got hard.
“Ahhhhhhh.” He groaned into my mouth, finally pulling away. “That feels so good. I can’t believe you’re finally doing this.”
“Who’s doing it to you?” I asked him, our gazes locked.
“My Master is.” His voice cracked as he said it. But that cemented it in place. I was his Master, he was my sub.
“Let’s go into my bedroom, boy. I do want to fuck you.” I was going to get what I had worked so hard for.
“Yes, please, Master.” Kyle almost bounded up, shedding his shorts as he did so.
I got up, put my arm behind him and guided him to my bed, playing with his ass. It was a nice ass, very well formed. In the room I sat him on the bed, stood in front of him and unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes were wide with lust. “Everything you dreamed of?” I asked him.
“It sure is.”
“It sure is what?” I put just a hint of force into my voice.
“It sure is, Master.” He quickly corrected himself. I had let him drop calling me Master while he got used to everything, but I didn’t want a bad habit to form. I pulled my pants off, standing in front of him in just my boxers.
“Are you sure about this boy? No going back if I get further along.” I was teasing him a bit. I knew what his answer would be.
“Totally sure, Master.” I loved the look of awe in his eyes.
I pushed down the boxers, standing nude in front of him, my thick cock pointing at him.
He just stared a moment. “May I please suck it, Master?” He asked, almost timid, almost afraid I would say no.
“Yes, boy, suck your Master.”
He fell to his knees and took the head of my dick in his mouth. My head fell back as he did so, his mouth sending pleasure all over my body. I had waited so long, and every minute was worth it. He started to work down my shaft a bit, then pulled off and licked up and down, getting to my balls and tonguing them well. His hand worked my cock. I let him worship me a bit, then moved to the bed, laying on it. He followed my pole, keeping up his work. Kneeling between my legs, he got into going up and down on my shaft, his lips pressing on it. I put my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the sensations.
Usually, I can take a blow job for so long that I’ve had subs complain that their jaws get sore and I don’t seem any closer to climax than when they started. Tonight was completely different. I was so turned on by Kyle and finally getting him into bed, that if I didn’t do something I was going to nut in his mouth. I pulled his head off and gave him a kiss while I rolled us over, his head now towards the foot of my bed and me over him. I lay on him, my body pressing into his, so the pressure of my kiss echoed over all of him.
I reached for his legs and placed them on my shoulders. His face showed total bliss. I guided my cock to his hole and started to push in. He reached down and spread his ass cheeks for me. I slowly entered him, as I wanted to savor it as much as he did.
His ass seemed desperate to welcome me. So warm and tight. I got every inch into him. “How does that feel?” I asked him.
“So wonderful, Master. I can’t describe it.” He reached and began to feel up my chest. I started to thrust into him slowly, letting him enjoy my dick.
“Master, that is so great.” His eyes fought between wanting to close to just feel it and wanting to stay open so he could watch me.
I made sure not to reveal how hard I was working to not cum right off. I did not want a quickie, I wanted to remember this. I moved in and out of him. I took my left thumb and put it between his lips, and he automatically started to suck it. I hadn’t expected that to turn me on as much as it did. My ploy to delay wasn’t working, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to pull it out too quick. I felt around in his mouth as his tongue worked on my thumb.
After a bit my thumb came out and I felt his face a little. He was smiling. I sped up my fucking a bit. He let out a gasp and clenched his ass and his hands on my pecs. Hot, so hot.
More speed, I could feel him moving under me, I was driving him crazy. He was rock hard, and I reached and gave him a few strokes. It only took three to get him to shoot. He came with an animalistic cry, his hands covering his face. That was enough for me as well, I got to full fucking speed and came in him, my hips still going until I was done. I pulled him up to the head of the bed, placing him under my arm. I reached for a towel on the nightstand and wiped him off, then held him close to me.
A comfortable silence is the truest test of compatibility. We lay there quietly for some time. It proved how compatible we were. Kyle snuggled close to me, his head on my chest. I lazily let my hand drift up and down his back.
“Regret any part of this?” I asked him.
“Not a bit, Master.” He hugged me.
We fell asleep.
To be continued …
