but to obey

Kyle smirked, his piercing eyes boring into Logan's soul.

“Now where were we…” Kyle mused. He reached to his side, retrieving a bright red leather collar from a nearby drawer. He held it up, allowing Logan to take a closer look. The collar was made of thick, supple leather, adorned with intricate engravings and a shiny metal clasp. Logan's eyes widened in horror as he realised what Kyle intended to do with it.

"This collar, Logan," Kyle explained, his voice dripping with lust, "will serve as a symbol of your submission to me. It will remind you of your place, your role as my ****."

Logan felt a knot of dread forming in his stomach. He gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. "No, Master," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, don't put that collar on me."

Kyle chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that, Logan," he said, his voice low and sinister. "You're already mine."

Logan felt a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. "But what about my freedom?" he protested weakly. "I deserve to live my life as I please."

Kyle snorted derisively, shaking his head. "Freedom?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're a **** now, Logan. Now strip immediately!” Kyle commanded Logan, his tone devoid of empathy but laced with the fervor of a new owner.

Logan hesitated, but Kyle gave him a stern glance, causing Logan to swallow dryly before removing his shirt. The crisp fabric slid off his back, revealing lean, toned muscle beneath, and Logan could feel Kyle's ravenous gaze fixated upon him. With every movement, Logan could sense Kyle's hunger growing, his eyes turning blacker with desire.

Moments later, Logan stood naked before Kyle, his bare skin prickling with anxiety.

Kyle studied him carefully, his appraising gaze running up and down Logan's fit physique. Logan shivered, feeling exposed and **** under Kyle's watchful eyes.

"Impressive, Logan," Kyle drawled, his voice dripping with admiration. "You're quite the specimen." "Thank you, Master," he murmured, his voice hoarse and choked.

Kyle chuckled, reaching out to stroke Logan's cheek.

"You're a beautiful ****, Logan," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "And now it’s time to claim you as my own."

He snapped the collar shut, securing the lock tight around Logan's neck. Logan gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. The collar bit into his flesh, a stark reminder of his newfound predicament.

"You're mine now, Logan," Kyle said, his voice deep and resonant. "I own you, body and soul."

Logan swallowed hard, his mind reeling at the implications of Kyle's words. He was trapped, ensnared by Kyle's powerful presence. He tried to break eye contact, but Kyle held fast, his stare unyielding.

“Here, let’s take these off and get you into something more appropriate.” Kyle mused as he removed the handcuffs from Logan’s wrists.

He then replaced them with red leather wrist and ankle cuffs that matched his new collar. The cuffs were secured with sturdy, silver buckles, and they hugged Logan's skin tightly, ensuring that he would not escape. Kyle admired his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"There," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "Now just a couple more finishing touches." He added as he retrieved a couple of larger items.

The first was a red leather BDSM chest harness, adorned with intricate engravings and studs, which he expertly fastened around Logan's torso. The harness hugged Logan's chest tightly, accentuating his lean build and making him feel even more ****. Kyle then fastened a skimpy red leather jockstrap, which barely covered Logan's genitals, leaving his ass exposed for Kyle's viewing pleasure. The jockstrap was held in place by a small chain attached to the harness, ensuring that Logan would not be able to remove it.

"There," Kyle said, his voice deep and resonant. "Now you look ready to serve your master."

Logan felt a strange sensation rippling through his body, a warm current of pleasure washing over him. He moaned softly, his muscles relaxing further. Kyle smiled, his eyes twinkling vivaciously.

"I knew you'd be the perfect **** for me, Logan," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

He reached down, gently cupping Logan's cheek. The heat of his hand seared through Logan's skin, igniting a spark within him. "You're so beautiful, Logan," Kyle whispered, his voice hushed and reverent. “Now shall we go see daddy or do you think I should fuck you first?”

Kyle teased, his eyes locked on Logan’s groin. Logan swallowed hard, his cock throbbing beneath Kyle’s hungry gaze. “Actually there’s one more thing I forgot, it’s up in my room so come with me ****.” Kyle attached a leash to Logan’s collar and started to head out of the garage, leaving Logan **** but to follow obediently.