By Slavebladeboi
I stood at his feet, looking down at him lying on the open canvas body bag wet with sweat and smelling of the leather he was still wearing.
“You know what I do here don’t you?”
“Not sure Sir, but …”
“Yes?”
“Well, Sir, if you have David here I presume it’s sort of punishment.”
“Sort of? I can do what I like in here, pain or pleasure. The choice is mine”
“Yes Sir.”
“What would you choose, Brand?”
“Not sure Sir, although …”
“Yes, finish Brand.”
“Well, Sir, I was going to say you could do anything you liked with me, Sir.”
