At Daddy’s Bondage Boys, the tables are turned on Nick Moretti, and Luke Riley’s choice of weapons is electro! The unit seems to have a million little attachments, and Luke won’t stop until each and every one is tried to full effect!
We moved across the clearing to the door that I knew was the medic’s office. The door was open and we walked straight inside. As we came to a halt Master West nodded his head at me and I instinctively dropped to my knees, my knees spread wide and my hands interlinked behind my head. I had no idea where this new positioning came from, but it felt so right. I felt like this was the natural position for me to be in when I was with Master West.
The medic looked up from his desk.
“Aah 768 – I see you have accelerated his training West, any resistance?”
“No, IslandMasterUK was right about this one – but then isn’t he always. His brain is absorbing the training like a sponge. I never thought anyone would be so susceptible. I want to move him to the next stage. Last night the first visitor used 768 and I am going to have to work hard to keep up with the demand and keep him operational. Have to make sure 768’s feedback scores stay up there too – I want my full bonus for this one and I will do whatever needs to be done to make sure I get that. Got off to a good start with his first customer – he scored a ten for last night’s performance. Anything less than a nine and I will have to do some reinforcement. So far, I haven’t seen any signs of resistance from 768.
Dan looked down over his real estate, or at least that’s what he called it. It measured a mere 5 foot 10 inches, had hazel eyes, light brown hair, 29 years old, and was moderately muscled in a healthy way rather than with a full-time gym membership.
At the moment it was lying on a bench that Dan had made specifically for the purpose. Good thick timber legs holding the 8-foot length at waist height, the bed of the bench being planks covered in a thick rubber layer with just enough “give” to show an indentation if you stuck your thumb into the surface. Sturdy leather straps held the limbs and body in more or less any position you wanted as long as what you wanted was either arms at the sides as if it were standing or outstretched as if it were being racked. This was enough choice for Dan.
The piece of furniture and its occupant were both reasonably new to the cellar in which they were situated, having been in one case made there, in the other brought there, just two weeks ago.