JUSTIN'S POV

The details of that blow job are sort of a mystery to you.  You remember pressing Brian's face down between your legs and what his hair felt like skimming through your fingers.  The orgasm that finally resulted had to hunt you down, search for you in the clouds because you were so far gone.  You can still feel Brian's face collapsed against your thigh like it was a paperweight holding down a letter in a windstorm.  But that's all over now, and you're waking up alone in your dungeon.  The light is on in the bathroom and the door is pulled almost shut.  You call, "Brian?" but there's no answer.  You run your hands up over your head, stretching yourself awake, and that's when you feel something.  Maybe his head did turn into a paperweight because you feel paper in the sheets.  You sit up and fiddle with a bedside lamp, so stylish that it's over-complicated.  When it finally illuminates you see cream colored papers clipped together.  Your eyes focus as you sit up and read what the top piece of paper says in Brian's handwriting:

Justin,
I hope you slept well.  Attached to this note are two envelopes.  You may open only one of them and you must decide immediately.  Be sure to follow the instructions inside.  I look forward to your decision.
--Brian

You remove the paperclip and separate the envelopes.  Each one is sealed and has only one word on the front.  One reads: Enough and one reads More. You try to hold them up to the light to see what's inside each one but you can't discern anything.  You stare at the one that says Enough for a few seconds and then sit it aside on the night stand.  More you open and slide out another piece of cream paper:

Justin,
Your cell phone is in the bathroom on the counter along with a blindfold. Turn on the phone and send me a text message that you're awake. Silence your phone and leave it where you found it.  Next, make sure you're undressed from the waist down and lie down crossways on the bed on your stomach.  Tie the blindfold and be sure your legs are spread and facing the doorway.  Wait for me.  I'll see you very soon.
--Brian

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Before you obey Brian, you check the dungeon door.  It's locked.  You're not getting out of here alone.  You follow Brian's instructions and send a text that reads:  awake.  You sit on the bed and tie the black blindfold on and then lie down like he told you to, spreading your legs in the quiet darkness as you count each beat of your heart as a second on a clock you can't see.  After maybe five minutes, you hear footsteps on the stairs.  You lick your lips when you hear the doorknob turn.  Someone comes in and doesn't say a word.