CHAPTER 2: The Mister

*JAMIN*

       No!

This was the only “10k” I’ve been able to find so far.

I can’t lose him!

I could lie, right?

A harmless little lie.

So I replied.

25 wasn’t that far from 22.

I’d be 25 before you know it.

Me: [I’m twenty-six]

Mister:[Send a picture]

A picture? What does he need a picture for?

Then again, he had to see his prospective pet.

What if he could tell I’m twenty-two?

I’ve always been told that I look younger than my age.

Still, I couldn’t keep him waiting for long or make an excuse.

I’d become suspicious.

    I quickly went through my gallery searching for the most manly picture I could find but I rarely took pictures.

Yeah, too busy for that. And the ones I could find were old pictures, pictures from high school which friends had forced me to take.

  Damn it!

    I stood up, trying to take a selfie. I need to strike a manly pose. I need to look twenty-six.

     I lifted up my shirt, trying to summon some abdominal muscles.

But damn!

I have no abs.

What kind of man was I?!

    After crashing out for a moment, I lifted up a camera, and pose in the most manly way I knew.

  Then I sent it to him.

I bit my lower lip, waiting for his reply. I knew I had been unlucky all my life but just this once, I needed this.

His reply finally came.

Mister: [Table number 5, Morzi Restaurant, 8:pm tomorrow]

      Just like that?

We were meeting tomorrow?!

I sent a reply.

Me: [Okay]

  And then I quickly browsed about the restaurant, it was a high-end restaurant in the posh part of Seattle with a hotel at the back.

Damn!

This was really happening.

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*LEONARDO*

      It’s been months since I broke things off with my last pet.

Even the ones before him didn’t do it for me either. For the past two years, the thrill of being a master had been dying off slowly and slowly.

  At first, I thought it might be the person so after changing pets numerous times, I didn’t know what was wrong anymore.

  For so many years, I loved playing the master in bed. I loved doing whatever I wanted to my slaves and they took it because it was what they wanted as well, they begged to have my hands on them.

   That always made me feel alive. But suddenly, it felt as if I couldn’t connect with them anymore, like I was enjoying the act lesser and lesser.

It enraged me deeply that I still couldn’t find a solution for it. I only work and fuck, maybe occasionally fuck people up as well. But without mastering someone in bed, fucking was out of the question. And I need to fuck!

   

  Over the last few months, I’ve had several men swarm my dm on the app but just by seeing their picture turned me off, completely.

Until tonight.

[Hello]

[I’m Jamin Reid, I’d like to become your pet]

  I had contemplated ignoring that message. But I decided to just give it a shot.

Me:[How old are you?]

[I prefer my pets, 25 and above]

  I always need to specify that I needed an age appropriate person for a thirty-six years old like me.

Jamin: [I’m twenty-six]

  A ten years age gap, I guess that’s manageable, he could take whatever I do to him.

Me:[Send a picture]

I need to know if he’s worth seeing for one night. The picture took an awful long time to be sent.

    But when it was, it made my jaw dropped.

      He was such a pretty boy. It was a selfie, but one could tell he was on the slender side. He had blond hair that flopped a bit in his big, bright, blue eyes.

  His lips were formed into a pouty bow that begged to be breached by a man’s cock.

My dick hardened, instantly.

  I haven’t felt this reaction in a long time, and just to a selfie was quite surprising, I guess the thrill might be back.

Oh I couldn’t wait to roughen that pretty face up.

Smirking, I sent a message.

Me: [Table number 5, Morzi Restaurant, 8:pm tomorrow]

His reply came.

Jamin: [Okay]

  Good boy, he seemed like the type who would take orders very well.

       I frowned, minutely, the more I stared at this picture, the younger he looked.

Perhaps he was one of the people who looked younger than their age.

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*JAMIN*

        In the hours leading to me meeting “10k” I went through all stages of indecisiveness.

Do I really want to do this?

I’ve read about how ruthless this sadists could be with their pets.

Could I really withstand the pain?

He didn’t even tell me his name and now I wasn’t bold enough to text him and ask.

What if he wasn’t an ordinary sadistic man?

What if he was a ruthless killer?

What if he kills me?

No!

I have gone through so much to just die like this.

Caesar isn’t dead yet. Perhaps he could be as generous as Caesar’s master.

I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

But then 8:pm found me standing in front of Morzi restaurant.

   Sighing, I walked in.

         “Welcome to…” The waitress at the door paused, looking at me from head to toe as if wanting to ask what someone like me was doing here.

Oh come on.

I was wearing my best clothes!

Wasn’t that good enough to be in such a place?!

  I walked past her and headed to the front desk.

   

        “Sir, do you have a reservation?” Another lady asked me, still giving me the look.

I eyed her back. “Table 5.”

        “Oh, right this way.” She led the way, obviously trying to be as polite as possible.

   I ignored her and got seated.

         “Do you want anything?” She asked.

Does it look like I can afford anything here?!

         “No. I’m waiting for someone.”

         “Oh…okay.” And then, she walked off.

Exhaling, I looked around.

Man, this place was grand. Even to get a job in this kind of place was difficult.

       I was so taken by my surroundings that I failed to notice the man coming toward me until he was right in front of him.

         “Jamin Reid?”

I looked up to see the most magnificent man I had ever seen.

       Over six feet tall, broad shouldered but lean like a swimmer, the man had a head of thick dark hair cut to appear casually windblown. And his hazel eyes bore into mine with an almost wolfish expression as his jaw clenched.

       “I’m the Mister.” He introduced.