MJ FANFIC - Mr. BONDAGE (Complete) *RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 9

This story contains strong vulgar words and strong sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised.

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How did it all come to this now?

He graduated from Havard University and was very classy.

But you know what I'm talking about. The real important thing is. Why? How did he become such a sadist? Well..

Michael Joseph Jackson was born August 29, 1989 (The Year of his birth is now; don't freak out, please)

He was a small baby, very precious.

And as he grew up, he became very cute at the young age of 10. His brothers were angered when their girlfriends would often come to see Michael and play with him.

He was sweet, charming, and smart. He was also very quiet while he was young.

Until that very night, on his 18th birthday. Showing off his talent on his own models of art. Presenting his future business. While with his friends.

He was laughing and enjoying himself like any 18-year-old on their birthday.

"Hey Mike, you want to go to my house? I want to show you something." His friend Harry said:.

He was a pale boy, tall, and his hair was bushy & big in curls.

"I don't know; my mom said I can't go out past 8' o'clock," Michael said, smiling and rubbing his arm.

"Oh, boo hoo, don't be such a baby; you're 18 now; I'm giving you a present," Harry chuckled.

Michael snickered.

"Fine, but real quick," he says, getting up and putting on his sweater.

When they arrived at his house, Michael didn't hesitate to look around curiously.

"Where is it?" Michael said, with a confused brow raised.

"Come up here, you ditz," he says, walking up the stairs. Michael follows.

Then Michael stopped realizing what door they were at.

"Uh, why are you staring at the closet?" Michael said, scratching his head.

"I said the same thing to my dad; he never told me, and then I found out what's behind it."

"What is?" Michael said, looking at him, but he's looking straight at the closet.

"It's time you became a man, ditzy." He chuckled, still mesmerized by the closet.

"What are you talking about? Harry swings open the closet door, taking out one of the shelves and pressing a very small black button on the side.

He moved back, and so did Michael.

The closet removed the shelves and became a downstairs.

"Uh, your basement, big deal," Michael laughed.

"I swear you're a ditz, Mike," he laughed, walking down the stairs.

Once again, Michael followed, annoyed with the 'ditz' comment.

When they went down there, it exposed a room full of sex toys, whips, chains, collars, and spikes.

"What the fuck is this? Is that a rubber cock?" Michael laughed.

Harry put his back hand in front of Michael, stopping him from commenting any further, and turned around slowly.

"It's a room full of bondage," he chuckled.