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"Kneel down," he said.

Luke's drop to his knees was about as inelegant as it possibly could be, but finally he made it without falling on his face. Silas removed the blindfold and Luke blinked rapidly for a minute and then tried to adjust his sight after the darkness of the blindfold.

He looked around and was shocked by what he saw and started to get a little concerned. But he had the safe words; he could always use them if it got too heavy.

"This is my playroom, where I bring all my ... clients. Lots of toys to play with here." He walked in front of Luke, across the room and set down Luke's bag and lay his clothing over what looked like a horse used in athletics class back in high school. Across from that was something like a cross, and there were rings embedded into the walls at various levels around the room. He gazed down at the floor and found there were rings embedded there as well.

Turning to the left he saw an array of whips and ropes displayed. He had no idea what he'd find if he looked behind him. And he wasn't exactly certain he wanted to know.

Silas drew up a backless, wooden stool in front of him and sat down. His eyes bored into Luke as he leaned forward, coming almost nose to nose with him.

"You aren't telling me the truth. You think I can't see it, but I can. And I don't think you're telling yourself the truth. And I think that's why you're here. Now I'm going to ask you some questions, and you aren't going to lie--not anymore."

He rose up and looked down at Luke. He reached out to stroke the side of his face. "You're a pretty boy, that's for sure." His thick fingers brushed across Luke's lips. "Real fine mouth. I wouldn't mind havingyou suck my cock. I bet you know how to do that real fine. Have you sucked cock before, or are you the type who only gets head and doesn't give it?"

Luke felt the flush of embarrassment rise up his neck.

Silas smiled. "Red's a fine color on you, but I'm thinking I'd like to see it somewhere more interesting." His boots clicked against the floor as he walked over to the wall displaying the whips and other implements for punishment. He seemed to study the display for a long time. As Luke watched, he reached up and pulled down a thick paddle. Then he turned back to Luke.

"Discipline, boy, that's what you're here for. You didn't answer my question in the car, but you will answer it now. Unless you're a pussy and plan to hide for the rest of your life."

Luke's gaze shot up to his and he saw the challenge. He'd enjoyed the touch of Silas Johnson. There was something about it, that sense of dominance that Luke liked. Yes, he should be punished.

Silas strode back over to him. He grabbed Luke's hair and pulled his head back, arching his neck painfully. "Now, first question. Does your family know you're gay?"

Luke hesitated just a fraction. And then he gasped as the paddle connected with his ass and the sting shot through him. Two swift hits and then Silas stopped. He looked into Luke's eyes.

"Well?"

"No one knows I'm gay."

"You sure about that?"