As work ended and I was on my way home, and I received a text.
I heard you're good with wood.
It was from a number that wasn't saved in my phone. The text was followed by three dots to show that the other person was still typing. A photo of a large pile of treated wood followed.
This is Jim, by the way.
I quickly replied. Yes I am. What do you need done?
Was working on this bench, but I gave up. Can you give me a hand?
I'd love to. When?
I'd say tonight but I'm sure you're busy.
I found myself really wanting to see him. My schedule is clear.
Perfect. Let's say 8PM.
I drove home a little faster and jumped in the shower to get the smell of smoke off me. I also quickly masturbated so I could have plenty of time to recuperate before seeing Jim. I wasn't sure if I would be doing anything sexual, but I didn't want to cum too fast if we did. I focused a lot of my cleaning around my cock and ass, not leaving anything up to chance.
After getting dressed, I made my way to Jim's. The front porch light had burnt out. It was pitch black out by the time I got there.
"Come on in, boy. Nice to see you," Jim greeted me. He had a beer in his hand and had been cleaning up from dinner. I couldn't help but look around at the beauty of the home.
While looking around, a corner room caught my attention. A red leather chair sat in the middle of a room that had been painted completely black.
"Do you want to see the room?" Jim asked.
"If you want to show me," I hesitantly responded. We both started to walk towards the room.
"There's only two rules for that specific room."
"Okay. What are they?" I asked curiously.
"Good boys are to be completely naked at all times, and I am the boss. Do you agree to those rules?" Jim's tone turned immediately authoritative, and I wanted to do nothing but obey.
"Okay," I said.
