Mike closed the car door and approached the house. It was unexpectedly dark, but then he was home later than he had intended. The paperwork at the office had taken far longer than he had hoped, and it was more than likely Greg, or Master G, was long gone home and The Slave was sound asleep.
It was nearing midnight.
He paused on the porch and sighed, feeling the weight of his briefcase pulling him down. A part of him was glad Greg had already left.
He was exhausted.
He didn't have the energy for a long night in the dungeon. He just wanted to take The Slave to bed and hold him in his arms while they slept.
The thought of his Slave caused his cock to stir and Mike smiled, opening the door and stepping inside.
The kitchen was still a mess, as was the dining room, where only a single plate had been used. Mike had stopped at a burger joint on his way home, a rarity for him. He much preferred his Slaves cooking to eating out, but sometimes there were no other options.
The Slave was nowhere in sight and Mike turned toward the basement dungeon. He flipped on the light and stepped onto the old wooden steps. The basement was one of the things that had drawn him to the house. It was large, old, and had a number of readily available attachment points.
He had put a great deal of money into transforming it into a fully functioning dungeon, and then he had found The Slave and they had made sure to put it to good use.
Mike had lost count of the nights they had spent together in the dungeon, pleasuring one another with the odd punishment for spice. He felt his cock grow harder as he thought about their sessions, but it immediately went soft as he ducked into the dungeon and saw his Slave.
He was bound securely to the spanking bench, his toes tied to expose the sole of his feet. They were bright red and streaked with dried blood. So was his ass. Worst of all though, was the sensory deprivation hood he wore. The Slave was extremely claustrophobic, and the hood was his worst nightmare given form. They had only used it once, and even then, only for a short time.
Mike cursed and ran to his side, cursing again when he saw the small padlock at the back. He frantically searched for the keys. Finding them in the cabinet, he went back to The Slave, opening the padlock and desperately pulling at the laces.
The Slaves' eyes were red with tears, distant and vacant.
"Reese," he whispered. "Reese, come back to me."
The Slave blinked slowly, looking at him with unseeing eyes. Mike quickly began undoing the leather belts that held him in place, untying the string that was turning his big toes purple.
The Slave didn't make a sound as Mike gathered him into his arms and carried him upstairs to their bedroom. He laid him on the bed and reached for the phone in his jacket pocket, dialing Jake.
Jake was a doctor and catered to those in the community when they couldn't see a regular doctor. He and Mike had become friends over the years, even sharing slaves occasionally, so it was not a surprise when he picked up on the first ring. Mike explained what was happening and Jake agreed to come immediately.
