(I'm assuming this is a flashback to when they first met?)

Master Henry wore a mask the first time he met Mike. It was partly as a precaution, but also partly to give Mike some hope that he might be released - which he might be, just not in a good condition. Two of his slaves were with him, but they were not wearing masks. They also were naked, bearing the scars of various whippings and brandings they had endured before. This was to intimidate Mike so that he would know exactly what he would be dealing with if he dared to defy him. The two slaves unchained Mike, and brought him over to the center of the room where they quickly secured his ankles about three and a half feet apart to rings in the floor. Mike was too groggy from the drinks to protest physically, and Master Henry smiled at every word he said without permission. This only meant further lashings, ten lashes for each word spoken. But he wouldn't tell Mike that until his premier whipping was finished.

The slaves both had pretty large nipples for men. This was because they had been stretched over time. They were pierced with gold rings which looked pretty expensive - and durable. One slave had a 7-inch circumcised cock, with balls which were also much larger than normal, again thanks to stretching. The other slave's balls were stretched too, and he had an 8-inch uncircumcised cock. His foreskin looked stretched as well. Both cocks also had particularly ornate-looking gold cock rings on them, tightly.

One slave was white, while the other was Latino. Both were in their late '20s at the youngest, and extremely muscular.

The Latino secured Mike's left wrist to a metal shackle which hung from the ceiling, while the white slave did the same with his right wrist. There was a little slack in the arms, but none in the ankle restraints.

Step 1: Claim Property

Master Henry went behind his new acquisition and slowly caressed his arms, then his chest, abs, and thighs. His hands were rough, and strong. He leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

"I am your Master. You will address me as Master, Master Henry, Lord, or Sir. You are mine. In just a few hours, there will be a report of a car accident. Your family will be notified of your death. Your remains are obviously not able to be recovered, but they will accept that, or I will kill them all. No one is coming to find or rescue you, and no one here will help you escape." He moved in front of him. "You belong to me now."

He looked upon his slave for a moment, then held out his hand to the side. "Three."

The Latino slave brought over a long black bullwhip, still coiled. Master Henry held it in front of him.

"Who is your Master, boy?" he demanded. "You have my permission to answer." But I warn you - and this is your only one - if you insult, protest, or question me, you will be punished for every word you speak... You are already going to be punished for every word you have spoken so far. Don't make it worse