Jeff blinked. He wasn't in his room any more. He was in a garage, and he was wearing a leather jumpsuit, gloves and boots. He could feel the tight soft leather against his bare skin. He was naked under the suit. He stopped to admire the Maserati, Rolls Royce, Bentley, and other cars. The garage was huge. Was looked down at his jumpsuit. It looked like a racing uniform. Maybe he owned motorcycles too. Was he rich?
"Boy!" a voice shouted from the intercom speaker. Jeff knew he was the boy. "Boy!" The intercom buzzed again.
"Yes, yes, sir?" Jeff answered pushing the white button.
"I told you to put the car away and get your ass down to the play room ASAP!"
"Just finished with the car, sir," Jeff said.
"Then run, and get your ass down to the playroom. I'm horny, boy!" was the reply.
Jeff felt an immediate sense of urgency.
"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" and he bolted out of the garage.
He ran up the unfamiliar path, like he knew it already. He had a new life alright. He was a rich guy's gay sex slave and chauffeur. He wondered if there had been another guy, a b0oy beofre him whom he had replaced or if he had just fulfilled some rich guy's fantasy. He wasn't sure that this would be any better. His heart dropped when he entered the basement playroom. It was a dungeone and his master was holding a bullwhip...