Do You Happen to Be a Masochist?

Huvel stood up and said calmly. "Very well! Then, please undress and stand near that window."

Laurent hesitated. He was embarrassed to be naked in front of the young man. But he used to model for painting and sculpting before so being naked in front of someone was not really a big deal for him. Being very enthusiastic for the new art he had never heard before, he slowly removed his clothes and put them on the chair he used to sit.

Huvel gulped as he glanced Laurent undressing. He gave Laurent some time to undress and looked for something in the drawers. By the time he returned, Laurent was already near the window, fully naked. His pale skin shone brightly under the light falling from the window glasses.

"Sir, this…?" Laurent had a bad feeling seeing Huvel with the thing he brought. It was a coil of black rope!

"For the starter, I'll teach you a posture," said Huvel.

He grabbed Laurent's hands and placed them in an X-shape on his back.

"Maintain this posture for now," he ordered.

He then started to put the rope around Laurent's body without saying anything. It had been a long time, maybe 20 years, since the last time he did a bondage. But his dexterity was very good in this sort of things in his previous life. His hands moved naturally as if he was doing a daily activity even when this was the first time in this life doing that. In a short time, he finished tying the upper body.

Huvel looked around Laurent to appreciate his own work. Laurent tried to move his hands when Huvel stopped his work but he found out that he could not move his hands even an inch! He was completely restrained! However, Laurent still had no clue about the art and the condition he was in.

"Sir, what is this?"

"Shh! Don't ask anything before I finish. Now close your legs."

Huvel continued to work on the lower half of the body. The lower half was easier. He finished in no time. He looked at his work carefully and nodded his head several times.

"This is a work of art indeed!" Huvel proudly exclaimed.

"Have you finished? But how is this tying a work of art?"

"You don't understand because you haven't seen it well. I'll let you see."

Huvel carried the tied Laurent like a tall statue. He was heavier than he thought so he almost fell while carrying him. Laurent was embarrassed when he felt his bare skin touched Huvel. Huvel's arms were around his back and bottom. And worst of all, his exposed manhood was pressing on Huvel's abdomen! His embarrassment then transformed into concern when his thighs felt Huvel's manhood in turn; and it was hard like wood!

Huvel put Laurent in front of a tall mirror. Laurent could see his pitiful self fully and clearly in the mirror.

"See? How magnificent is my work!" Huvel said as he held his chest high.

"I see the unique patten of rope but can it really be called art?" Laurent asked with his head tilted to one side.

"Of course, this is art. This is not only about the rope but the combination of rope and body!" Huvel replied with a grin.

His hands moved along the rope to get the attention of Laurent. They deliberately rubbed Laurent's pink nipples on their way. Laurent slightly trembled. He felt as if he was stung by a bee. He felt uncomfortable so he tried to free his body. Only then he finally realized the situation he was in. He could not put up a single resistance; he was a doll in the young sir's hand!

Even though he had received the job, Laurent thought he could always refuse to take part in certain acts. But now, he let himself tied tightly. He handed himself like a lamb to a tiger! He gulped several times. Huvel was amused looking at the panic-stricken Laurent.

"What is wrong my dear Laurent?" He said softly into Laurent's left ear before he lightly bit the earlobe. His hands roughly groped Laurent's chest.

"Ah!" Laurent was startled. He felt something awakened below him.

"Hmm… so you feel it, huh?!" Huvel grinned as he clearly saw everything through the mirror. He continued to wildly abuse the tiny tits with his fingers.

Laurent's pale face was now completely red. He had short, heavy breathes. He could see, from the mirror, how his chest was molested under a pair of hands. His whole body tremble as he became frustrated, and his formerly soft manhood below had become bigger and half-hard, swinging back and forth following the slightest trembling of his body.

"S…Sir, let's discuss about this 'art' tomorrow. I..I'm felling un…unwell. So let me rest for today." He stuttered.

"Hmm… you want to quit now? This is such a good opportunity for you that you 'feel' the art. What are you afraid of?" Huvel replied playfully. "Oh, was it because your legs are becoming weak? If so, have a sit my dearest."

Huvel place a chair behind Laurent and pressed him down to sit. Laurent felt more miserable. Now his manhood was stable and rose upward like a cannon ready to shot.

"You are very sensitive. You get hard with just some touches. Or is it embarrassment that turn on you?" Huvel voiced out his thoughts. "If so, you must be a hardcore 'masochist'!"

"I… I'm just surprised! I don't get turned on or anything! Sir, please release me now. It's embarrassing." Laurent want to deny everything. He, himself, could not really believe that he got hard just because a man touched his chest.

"Knock! Knock!"

"Master, I'm Karl. I'm here to collect the tea cups and plates." A voice came from outside of the door.

Laurent shuddered as soon as he heard the voice. He looked at his miserable self in the mirror. He was tied tightly and his little brother was soaring to the sky. He would die in embarrassment if any other person saw him in such a humiliating state. But he calmed himself thinking that the young sir would not let the servant in. All the little expressions on Laurent's face did not escape Huvel's sight. His lips curled up.

"Well, well, we have an audience for the art. Such a good timing! Don't you think so?" He whispered to Laurent.

"WHAT?! SIR, you are joking, right?" Laurent almost could not control his voice.

"Do you think so?"

"Master, are you asleep? I am coming in." The voice came from behind the door again.

Laurent could not say anything anymore. His heart was beating so loud that he could no longer hear any other sound. He could only look at Huvel with pleading eyes that were almost teary.