It was a beautiful body, I had to admit. I suppose anyone who has seen his body harden and fill out from hard work becomes a narcissist. Looking at my body in the dim light, studying the play of light and shadow across the sleek flesh, I felt a strange quiver of desire. It was crazy, something was wrong in my head that I could look at my body and feel such cool detachment. At the time, I didn’t realize that. I was where Michael had put me, in some strange psychic zone.

That body turned me on. The hairlessness showed off my muscles, as Michael had said it would. Everything looked larger, fuller. Especially my pecs, big mounds of sleek muscle. The nipples, normally buried in swirls of hair, stood out from the taut flesh, looking exquisitely sensitive, begging to be touched. My cock and balls, hairless and chained, looked larger than life, but not commanding; exposed and vulnerable. Do it, I begged silently. I want to see it crawl. I want it.

Michael stooped and took hold of the glowing blue hoop on the floor. He did not pull it up and over my shoulders, but sideways, through my legs, as if the hoop were made of nothing but light.

“Yeah, another man’s body,” he crooned. “Hairless. Handcuffed. Nude.” He flicked one of the erect nipples. The body flinched. He circled around. “Fantastic ass. I like the way the tan line frames those cheeks.” He slid a fingertip over the crack. I saw my buttocks tighten—and felt it—in a way—far off. A ghost sensation, the way an amputee might feel a lost limb. Like being in two places at once.

He stood beside the handcuffed body and looked in my eyes. He grabbed one of the hairless nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled downward until the captive body was forced to bend sharply at the waist.

“A slave’s body, Bill. A big hunky stud in handcuffs. How shall we use him? We can do anything we want. Things you haven’t dreamed of.”

Michael took two tit clamps from the box on the floor. I groaned inside when I saw them. Alligator clamps with powerful springs, the ones I used only on my most advanced and jaded partners, and then only as a test or a punishment. Michael approached my body. It stood relaxed, unseeing, unsuspecting. He squeezed my pecs and kneaded my nipples, until I saw my stomach draw taut and my chest rise in silent offering.

Michael smiled. He placed one open clamp over my right nipple and let it snap shut.