The next few days go by relatively quietly. I do my work, I don't speak, and I am not punished. The tension in my muscles starts to fade, and I can relax.
Night rolls around and I am asked to sleep by my Master. I oblige, not wanting to be punished, and I am able to fall asleep quickly. When I wake up, Master is already getting dressed.
"You must get ready too, Matthew," he says. "You will be meeting a friend of mine today."
I shiver, remembering the last time I met one of his friends. He notices my uneasiness and laughs.
"No, you will only be meeting him. No intercourse involved."
I sigh with relief. I can't handle much more s*x.
"I have an outfit ready for you," Master says, motioning to the end of the bed. I get up and look at it. The shorts are still shorter than I would like, bu
