Craigs Life as a Slave

By Craig Reichel

Published on Nov 15, 2011

Gay

Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of pain, humiliation, and sex between consenting adults. If you are not interested in gay sex, domination, submission, or sadomasochism, please do not read the following.

Chapter 2: Night at the Leather Bar

Master took me down to the dungeon. He had been planning something but as the slave I he never tells me. As usual I am wearing nothing but my ankle and wrist cuffs. As I stand in position 1, my arms to my side, feet together, shoulders back, staring straight ahead, I hear my Master grabbing some items from the shelf. He starts by placing a leather collar around my neck, and I know what this means. He only ever puts the collar on me when we are going to the leather bar. He then locks a chain to the collar and tells me to put on my jockstrap. Then he hands me a short chain, locks, a pen, and a paddle and tells me to follow him upstairs. At the door I am told to put on my jeans and tennis shoes, then follow my Master out to the car.

Once we arrive at the bar my Master finds a parking space a block away. That is lucky for me since it is a cold evening and I am not wearing a shirt. As we enter the bar Master sends me to get us some beer. I get two glasses and bring them to where Master has chosen to sit. Once I hand them to him he orders me to remove my pants and give him the pen. He proceeds to write, "spank me," on my back, then he locks the foot of chain between my legs, and locks my hands behind my back. Finishing he puts the paddle in the waistband of my jockstrap, and takes me pants to the coat check. This leaves me standing alone, in position 1, next to the table wearing nothing but the jockstrap, tennis shoes, ankle and wrist cuffs, collar, and chain leash, with the eyes of everyone seeming to stare at me.

Soon my Master returns and sits down at the bar stool. I am allowed to stand beside him, my legs spread, arms behind my back, and back turned toward the main part of the bar so anyone can see the words "spank me." For the first little bit no one seems to want to take Master up on this offer. So he sits there drinking, occasionally moving my glass to my lips and allowing me to drink. After a bit he takes the leash and starts to walk me around the bar, then outside into the alley where I shiver in the cold night air. We walk down the alley and then head back into the bar. I hear lots of comments but still no one is brave enough to come up and spank me.

Finally a tall slim toned guy with brown hair and green eyes came up and grabbed my ass. Ignoring me further he asked my Master, "So he likes to be spanked? Is he a good boy?"

"Yes, he is a good boy. Here let me show you."

My Master then got off his barstool and grabbing me by the leash pulled me over the stool exposing my ass. The guy grabbed the paddle from my waistband and gave my ass a good hard slap. I yelled out as the paddle ripped into my ass. He quickly followed it up with 4 more hard slaps that made me scream. He then handed the paddle to my Master and my Master gave me one more slap on the ass. I got down off the stool to my knees and kisses the mans shoes saying, "Thank you SIR!" Master rubbed my head and smiled, as the man rubbed my sore and red ass. He turned back to my Master and thanked him for allowing him to spank me and told him he had a good boy.

After a while Master saw one of his friends at the coat check. He ordered me to go over and kneel next to the man. After a moment the man noticed me and took me by the leash looking around, then lead me back to my Master.

"How did you know that was my slave?"

"When I saw him kneeling next to me dressed like that I knew he must be yours."

"What do you think of him?"

"He is cute. Looks like someone has already had a go at his ass."

"Yes, would you like a turn?"

"In a moment."

Master ordered me to kneel at his feet as his friend asked, "So how long have you had him?"

"Only a few weeks. He is very submissive and a total masochist. I have been training him to be a good boy. Here you can see the marks still where I gave him 9 strokes with a cane two weeks ago."

Master outlined the red marks on my ass that outlined where the cane had stuck my ass 14 days earlier. Then his friend rubbed them on my ass while rubbing my head and said, "He is definately a good boy. Did you enjoy the caning boy?"

"Yes SIR, it was wonderful SIR!"

"That's a sweet boy. Now kiss my shoes."

I bent down and kissed his shoes one more time and thanked him.

A couple other guys came along and gave me some slaps on the ass as they walked by but it was almost half an hour while Master and his friend talked. Then a friend of Master friend came up, a tall black man about 6'5 and muscular, with short cut hair, wearing leather pants, a leather vest, and a leather hat. He introduced himself to my Master and all three conversed for a moment while I stood next to my Master, quietly listening. Finally my Master introduced me and handed the paddle to the new guy. He pulled me over the bar stool and the man took gave me 20 hard strokes on the ass, making me call out each one. By the 20th hit on my ass I was screaming with each stroke and all eyes in the bar were on this scene before them. I got off the stool, kneeled on the floor, kissed his leather boots, and thanked him. He rubbed my head and told me I was a good boy. I was then ordered to kneel and wait while my Master conversed with his friends.

After a while Master sent me on a stroll around the bar. I walked around the bar, paddle in my teeth, hands still locked behind my back, legs still chained together, and swung my ass as I walked. I watched the eyes follow me and admire my now red ass and heard comments from the various men in the bar. Still none took up the offer written on my back and I was starting to loose hope any would. I wandered over next to the non-leather area of the bar which is accessed through a hallway that accesses the bathrooms. That is when a cute young man named Danny who looked 21 or 22, was 5'6, slim, pale skinned, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He grabbed the paddle in my teeth and told me to play tug of war. Then he told me to show him my ass, and gave me two light slaps on the ass with the paddle. Grabbing my chain leash he lead me back inside to his friends next to the dancefloor and attempted to get them to join in the fun saying, "I found this slave in the hall, he likes to be spanked. Want to give him a smack? Common hold his leash and slap his ass."

They all looked a little confused and did not seem to be too interested. But after some prodding he got some of them to participate. Each took the paddle and gave me a tenative slap. I thanked each one of them and attempted to kiss their shoes but they pulled back, clearly confused. Danny pulled me close with the leash and gave me a kiss, then told me I was a good slave, and asked what he should do with me now. I told him he should take me back to my Master, and told him where my Master was sitting.

My Master smiled as he saw his slave being led on the leash by such a cute young man. Danny walked up to my Master and handed him my leash saying, "I guess this belongs to you."

"Thank you, how was he."

"He was well behaved. I had a great time using him."

"Would you like to join us for a drink?"

"No, I gotta get back to my friends."

"Well thank you for using my boy."

"Your welcome. Would you like my number, I would like to use him again."

"Sure."

Danny wrote his number on a peice of paper and handed it to my Master.

After Danny walked off Master whispered in my ear, "good boy."

The black dom wanted to spank me again so once again I was pulled over the stool and given another twenty stroke to my ass. After the first 5 I started to scream in pain, but this only made the rest so much harder. After the 20th Master said, "you have to give him one more, it has to be more than last time."

So he gave me one more extremely hard stroke to the ass. Then Master got behind me and gave me 5 more strokes, then told me to get my pants from coat check and unlocked my hands.

I went and got my pants, then Master released the leg chain and let me put them on. Then he relocked the chain between my legs and locked my leash to the chain, making me have to bend over almost 90 degrees. He also relocked my hands behind my back. Master said goodnight to his friends and then led me out of the bar bound like this, and to his car a block away. It was hard to see where I was going so I shuffled behind my Master keeping an eye on his legs so I did not loose him. People were on the streets and giving me strange looks and yelling comments like, "that is a hot boy you have there." When we made it to the car he made me get in the passangers seat then unlocked the collar from my legs, and made me ride like this all the way home. Once in the car I thanked my Master for a wonderful night out and he told me that I was a good slave and made him proud. I was smiling the entire way home.


These events did not actually happen but are based on real events. If you liked this story of would like to get in contact with myself you may e-mail me at craigr837@yahoo.ca. If you are a young sub in the USA or Canada and are looking to play my Master is always looking for new boys to play with.

Next: Chapter 3


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