This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condon or subscribe to the behaviour discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Live
By Rob
Chapter 12
The Club
While we waited for the Master to return, Henry had me walking around the room.
He demonstrated a few modeling poses and had me perform them. He told me that
if I used these verious poses and methods of walking at just the right moments
during the outing the Master would be very pleased with me.
Now was he telling me that the Master expected me to know exactly which of these
poses or suggestive walks to use at exactly the right time or was he just being
kind and trying to help me impress the Master? What if I didn't use these
things at the right moment and how would I know which to use at which moment?
If I fucked this thing up, would the Master be angry and punish me? Damn
there was so much happening and I was so bloody confused.
Well I didn't have long to dwell on it, the Master opened the door and said,
"Come on, lets go".
I headed for the door and as I passed through I looked into the eyes of William.
He was standing just outside the door and he gave me a very sad look. I turned
left and followed the Master, Henry was right behind me and I assumed William
was bringing up the rear.
We went down a number of different hallways, geesh a guy could get lost in this
place without even trying, and eventually ended up in the hallway through which
I had entered this place. The Master opened the door and we all followed him
out. The sun was just setting above the tree tops. There were a few cumulus
clouds and their bottoms were streaked with gold. What a wonderful sight to
greet me on my first time out since I became a slave.
The same van, well I assumed it was the same van was parked at the bottom of the
steps. Henry stepped around and opened the sliding side door and indicated I
was to get in. There were two seats in the back this time, just like a normal
van, one on each side. I scrambled over to the far seat. Henry climbed in and
sat in the seat by the door.
The Master entered the passenger side front and William took up the driving
position. I was sitting directly behind William and could see his eyes looking
at me in the inside rearview mirror. Again the eyes seemed to have a sad look
about them. I wondered it maybe William and his father had, had words about
me. Well there may have been words but I suspect they were all from the father,
William was definitely not happy.
Once we were all seated and belted in William started the van and headed out
that long driveway. The Master began talking, giving me instructions so I did
not get to see where we were going.
"Tonight there will be times when you will be on your own Pussyboy", he began in
that fatherly tone that I had come to drea. "Now if you are so inclined you
will have ample opportunity to run away. It is possible that you may still want
to try going back to your old life, but let me caution you. First you have
no job, I have taken steps to make sure your old employer would never hire you
back. You have no apartment, no place to live. You have no money or credit
cards, your bank account was closed out and credit cards returned. All
outstanding debts were paid off."
He paused for a moment to let that all sink in, then began again, "Now if that
should not be enough to deter you remember how you are dressed. Where would
you go dressed like that?" a pause for effect.
"Who would take you in?" another pause.
"Who would even trust you? and yet another pause.
"In fact it is even possible you could get picked up by the police and I am sure
they would find something to charge you with. There are many of them that
would just love to get hold of a guy dressed as you are. You wouldn't like
what they would do to you." he paused again and gave me that cold stare from
his big dark eyes.
"Then there are the photo's and video tapes of all the sick, disgusting things
you have been doing the last couple of days. It is always possible that they
could surface at the most inappropirate time to cause you irrepairable damage".
He turned around and looked out the front windscreen.
I sat there stunned. He had all bases covered. I was going to do exactly
what I was told tonight, I had no choice what-so-ever. I could not go back
now even if I wanted to. The threat of the photo's and the video made it very
clear that I was his slave and would remain his slave until he decided
otherwise. But I didn't really mind because I had no intention of trying to
go back to my old life. Where else was I going to get sex as good as this?
The humiliation and other assaults on my dignity and pride were a small price to
pay, so I just sat there in silence.
We were on the freeway and headed towards downtown. William pulled off on the
offramp for Main St., and I suddenly knew exactly where we were heading. On
Main St., just two blocks up from the freeway was the begining of the Gay
Quarter. Our city was very liberal and had a very large Gay/Lesbian
Community. The Gay Quarter had shops, resturants, bars, dance halls and
theaters that catered specifically to Gays and Lesbians.
We entered the Quarter and William turned off Main and followed a couple of
different side streets. Again I was not paying that close attention to where
we were going as the Master had started to give some more instructions.
"We are going to a Gay Night Club Pussyboy", he said. "When we get there you
will follow behind me at all times, never, ever walk in front of me. Do you
understand?"
"Yes sir," I answered. "Always stay behind you and never walk in front of you,
sir".
"Good boy", he complimented. "Whenever I stop walking you are to get down on
your knees and wait there until I start walking again or give you specific
instructions. You must tune into my body language, sense what I am going to do
and react accordingly."
He had me repeat that and tell him that I understood then he went on.
"We will be ushered to a table at some point and when we do there should only be
three chairs at that table. William, Henry and I will sit in the chairs, you
will kneel on the floor beside whichever chair I sit in. You will stay
kneeling and not move. You shall not speak unless asked a direct question by
someone."
Again I had to confirm that I understood the instructions. This was begining
to sound like an outing to hell. I had envisioned a bit of embarrasement but
figured that I would have a good time anyway. But this was not sounding good at
all.
"One last thing", he said, this time in that fatherly tone. "You will be
providing the entertainment for the club as some point. You will have to get
up on the stage and dance for us. During the dance you will remove the thong
from your dick. Henry will show you how to quick release it in the front.
After you release it you will remove it and toss it out into the crowd. I then
want you to wank your dick and continue to wank until you cum. You may, infact
I insist, that you use your other hand to play with your balls and rub your
nipples. There will be a panel of judges in the crowd and I expect a score of
at least 10/10 from you. Anything less and you will be punished severly when
we get you home. So you get up there and perform the most seductive dance you
are capable of. There are no limits, the idea hear is to win. Do you
understand?"
Do I fucking understand, holy shit do I understand. He wants me to stand up in
a night club and wank off infront of I don't know how many strangers. Not only
that, it is some kind of contest he wants me to win it or be punished, but I
don't even know what kind of contest it is.
Tears were forming in my eyes and I had started to shake. "Yes Master," I
studdered. "Please don't make me do this".
"Quit it with the fucking whining", he snarled. "You will do it and you will
win. I will except nothing less, so you better set your mind on the positive
right now or you will be in agony tonight".
He paused for a moment and then almost as an afterthought said, "Umm, there is
also a reward for a win, Pussyboy.", again he paused. "If you win, you will
get to spend the rest of the night with William, once we get home." He gave me
one of his sly smiles and his dark eyes sparkled with glee.
My heart skipped a beat and my breathing suddenly got very tight. Was this a
test to find out if I was as in love with William as William seemed to be with
me? Or was he just trying to be kind. Shit I just didn't know anymore.
But one thing forsure, I was going to do my best to win this fucking contest.
I wanted the night with William. I wanted it more than I have ever wanted
anything else in my whole life.
"I will do my best to obey, Master", I answered quietly. I'll be damned if I
was going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me drool out, "Yes, yes, yes."
He gave a little smirk and turned back to the front. The van pulled up to a
building that kind of looked like a warehouse. A large door opened and William
carefull drove the van inside.
William drove up and stopped infront of what looked like the entrance to a Night
Club, built right here in the warehouse. There was a Doorman and what looked
like Valet's for parking.
Before he opened the door to get out, the Master turned and looked at me once
more, "Don't forget Pussyboy, whenever we are not moving you get down on your
knees real quick and stay there till I move."
He then turned and looked out at the Doorman, giving a little nod. The Doorman
instantly opened the door and greeted the Master like Royalty.
"Good evening Mr Scott, Sir", he said. "Welcome back Sir and may you have a
very pleasant evening."
"Thank you Charles", he said placing something in the Doorman's hand, "It is
good to see you back. We were very worried about you there for a while."
"Thank you Sir, Doc says I am good as new now."
While this conversation was taking place the rest of us were getting out of the
van. As soon as I was out Henry clipped a chain to my collar and handed the
other end to the Master. He wasn't moving so I figured I had better get down
on my knees right away. I kept my eyes on the Master watching for the
slightest indication that he was ready to start moving. When he finally did I
jumped up quickly and followed behind.
The Master and the Doorman continued their conversation all the way to the door.
The Doorman opened the door and we all filed through. It was fairly dark
inside after the bright lights of the entrance. However our eyes adjusted
quickly and the Master headed towards what looked like a bar. The first thing
I noticed as we made our way through the crowd was that everyone was male. The
second thing I noticed is that the Master was treated with the greatest respect
here. The crowd parted to make way for us as we moved forward. The Master
greeted and shook hands with many of the patrons as we passed by. With many of
them he also exchanged a quick greeting.
When we got to the bar we were at one end. Just before I dropped to my knees I
could see that on top of the bar there was a strange looking panel with coloured
push button switches. Henry went up to the panel and pushed one of the
buttons. There was an instant ding, dong sound and then noticed the large
pyramid above the bar. It was made up of coloured lights and one of them was
now flashing.
Then William pushed a button and there was another ding, dong and a different
light on the board started to flash. I then noticed that all the lights but two
were lit. The one at the very apex of the pyramid and one at the very bottom on
the right.
The Master stepped forward and pushed a button and the light in the apex began
to flash and a small siren began to wail. At the sound of that siren the club
became very quiet. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, turned and faced
the Master.
He looked down at me and commanded loudly so everyone could hear, "On your feet
slave".
I jumped up immediately scared that I had done something wrong.
He pointed to the button on the bottom right of the pyramid and commanded, "Push
that button, slave".
Again I did what I was told without any hesitation. The ding, dong sound filled
the quiet bar and the bottom right light on the pyramid above the bar started to
flash. I was then surprised and slightly embarrased by a loud clapping of
hands and cheering from all the patrons. I had no idea what it was all about.
"You have made quite a hit here so far Pussyboy", he said with a smile, "keep
it up and you just might end up having a fun night after we get home". He then
started walking down towards the back of the bar.
I quickly followed, keep in a respectful distance and alway right behind.
Whenever he stopped to talk with someone I dropped to my knees and kept my eyes
on him for an indication that he was ready to move on. I would then jump up and
follow. He must had stopped a dozen or more times. Each time I went down on
my knees hurt a little more than the time before. If we kept this up for very
much longer I would be lame before the night was over.
Finally as the crowd parted I could see that we were approaching a double door.
On either side of the door were two young men about my age and dressed exactly
the same as I. When we were almost to the door these two pulled the doors
open, then got down on their knees and stayed there as we passed through.
This room was a large dinner theatre. There were round tables spaced all
around and at one end a large stage with the red curtain closed. The Master
headed down the centre of this theatre right up to a round table placed dead
centre infront of the stage and about twenty feet back from it. There were
three chairs, one was placed so the occupant would be facing centre stage. The
other two chairs were on either side of this chair.
The Master went right to that centre chair and sat down. As soon as he sat I
was down on my knees and behind him. He motioned me with his hand to move up
closer to his side, which I did. My knees were quite sore by this time and I
was hoping that the Master would eventually give in and let me sit in a chair.
William sat on the Masters right and Henry on the left. I could hear a lot of
scuffling behind me and knew that all those that had been in the bar were now
taking their seats in the theatre. Obviously the show was going to start real
soon.
We had only been there a few moments when a waiter, again dressed the same as I
was, brought the Master, William and Henry a drink. There was nothing for
me. Oh, yes this was going to be a real fun filled evening. I mean just look
at me, wasn't I having a ball? This was almost as much fun as being on a
religious retreat.
Two server boys, again dressed in identical outfits to mine, appeared at the
table each carrying a chair. Oh good I thought I am going to get a chair.
They each placed the chair they were carrying down and then got down on their
knees.
"You may leave", the Master said, and the boys both got up in unison, bowed
there heads, turned and left.
A few minutes later a couple of big impressive men, similar in stature to the
Master appeared and sat down in the chairs. Well there goes my hopes of
getting a chair, I thought to myself. They all began talking but I didn't
have a clue what the hell they were talking about, so I let my head turn
slightly to try and see as much of what was going on around me as possible.
Suddenly I received a vicious blow across the back of the head. I let out a
squeal of pain as stars errupted and I almost fell forward. "Keep still slave",
a rough voice bellowed loud enough for everyone within twenty feet to hear
clearly.
A big bear of a man bowed slightly and said to the Master, "My compliments
Master Scott Sir, your new slave was fidggeting around like he had ants in his
pants". He bowed slightly again and went away.
The Master gave me an evil stare. His dark eyes flashed fire leaving no doubt
what-so-ever that he was angry. I had made my first mistake of the evening and
I was now very sure that I had better not make another.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
