MASTER JAKE MADE ME HIS SLAVE - Chapter 2
Note: This is a series of stories based on some true events that happened to me plus some fantasy excitement (especially later episodes). Everyone involved is an adult. Anything that happened to me was/is entirely consensual ... I remain a very happy submissive, slut, pig, whore. At all points, any participant can say "no" and that did/will happen at some points. Let your imaginations go wild. Enjoy!
Part 2:
Dave the manager walked out of the change room and the door closed with a click. I was shocked and froze standing in place. The lighting was awful, a glare of fluorescent. I was alone naked, not sure what was happening or what to do, afraid I couldn't leave without my clothes (ID and keys!), but my dick was still hard. Here I am, a successful professional man, naked, vulnerable in a change room of a gay strip club, just having danced naked in front of who knows who. I wanted to run, but how? And I wanted to stay. My brain started to sober me up and take away the exhilaration of what happened.
I looked around. Pretty barren room, lockers you'd see in a run down gym, tiles on the floor, a few plastic chairs, a shower that had seen better days with moldy sealant. No toilet. A few scratched mirrors, and way too much fluorescent light.
But I was still dazed and shocked. Immobile. A little drunk, a little high from being thrust on stage.
The beat of music from the club upstairs pulsated and I heard some sound outside the front door (there were two doors, the front door before me that I knew led to a corridor and stairs to the club with a public washroom to the side of the corridor ... I had seen dancers appear upstairs from there many times. And a second door behind me that lead to a staircase to the main floor and second storey that went out to a back alley as which was a fire escape that was alarmed if I pressed it).
There was a click and the front door opened. I didn't know what to do. Frozen like a deer in headlights.
A man entered, he stopped and he let the door close. He stood without saying anything and I knew I should not move or say anything. He was a little taller than me (about 6' 1), broad shoulders but otherwise very lean, perhaps mid-fifties, short military crew crop hair (mostly grey but black originally), clean shaved, intense blue eyes that I locked onto immediately. Handsome in a sort of way but not pretty (a big nose, prominent cheek bones, slightly larger than normal ears, pointed chin, and a rather severe almost square jaw line). But those big intense blue eyes burned through me.
I wasn't really paying attention to what he was wearing but I soon saw he had a black t-shirt that hugged his shoulders and lean somewhat defined chest, but draped off his torso. Jeans (skinny) that went to his boots (not the modern short jeans showing off ankles!), thick black belt and a silver buckle, and a black leather wrist band on his left arm.
I did not move. He looked at me for a few seconds as he eyed me up and down as if I were an object.
"So", he said .. He left the phrase hanging.
"Yes?" I replied ... and he said nothing and I knew I had answered wrong. He said nothing. Did nothing. He left the moment hang.
"Yes, sir?" I corrected myself.
"So this is what I have purchased tonight?" he said
My face frowned, confused.
"Yes" he said "purchased. I have bought you for the night from Dave."
He stepped forward toward me, slowly, deliberatley. He stood in front of me. My dick was pulsing hard. I knew I had to be silent.
"yes" he said. I could feel his breath as I stared at his eyes.
"You don't have many choices" He said. "Option 1: You can leave here now, naked, walk through the club and try to find your clothes from Dave or Peter, but good luck with that. I'm sure they have thrown them away by now, and then you can try to go home, naked, without ID, money or your keys. Or option 2 is to come back to my place as my slave for the night. Nothing too crazy. We can chat about limits. And then you can go home tomorrow with whatever dignity you have left. Option 2 will be your choice. Confirm that now."
"Yes sir" I blurted out. I broke eye contact and looked at the floor. What did I say? What? Really? I'm going to a strange man's place to be a slave?
One of his hands touched my chin and raised my head to look at him again.
"Option 2 it is. I have seen you around" he grinned. "I knew you were good hunting material and now it's time for me to make my move".
With that, he suddenly grabbed my throat with one hand and pushed me backwards against a wall, lifting me at the same time ever so slightly but enough for me to fear for suffocation. I did not resist. I could not resist. I did not want to resist. But he saw the fear in my eyes.
His face was in mine too. I could smell him. The wall was so cold on my back.
His other hand moved quickly to grab my cock and balls. He yanked them down while his other hand pressed my throat pushing me up ever so slightly.
My arms were limp on each side. Unable to move. Unwilling to move.
"See", he said into my face "You know your place already. No resistance from you. Fear, excitement, fear, excitement. Those are the things you feel. But no resistance. You know you want this. You know your place is to serve alpha men like me. You are just a beta slave. Subordinate. Under my foot."
"Yes sir" I squeaked as my breathing and speaking became ever more difficult.
Then he released me and stepped back. I gasped for air. He waited a little while. My head was down, arms at my side.
Suddenly he punched me in the gut and pushed me against the wall as I gasped for breathe my abs ache. One of his knees pressed against my cock and balls. His breath was on my neck. My body was limp and rested on him.
He pulled back a little and I tried to right myself.
"On your knees" He demanded quickly.
I dropped down onto the cold concrete floor, my eyes looking up at him.
"Eyes forward, head down" he said.
I lowered my head and faced his groin, clearly enlarged under his jeans.
"no speaking unless I ask you a question . If you really need to speak to me, ask permission first, but think twice about it. Understand?"
"Yes sir" I said, still grasping a bit for air. Cold, uncomfortable, hearing the music of the club.
"Thirsty, need a drink?" He asked.
"Yes sir" ... I really was parched.
"I'll get you a drink in a minute, he replied, "but first you will stay on your knees and turn around facing the lockers, hands behind your back and keep your eyes and head on the lockers".
"Yes sir", I replied.
Suddenly he lurched forward with a knee pressed under my chin, his jeans pressing on my neck frightening me cause he had such power.
"I didn't ask you a question, so you should not reply. I gave you a command. You obey. No speaking unless I ask you a question. So do it, now".
His leg pulled back. I turned around on my knees, rough against the cold concrete floor and faced a metal locker, and put my hands behind my back, eyes on the locker and my head sagged a little in submission.
"Spread your legs wider" he commanded and I did so, knowing that my balls were now vulnerable.
"Stay in position" he said.
I didn't know where he went, but I heard a locker door creak and a rustle of somethings.
Then a cold metal clasp attached to my left wrist and quickly another to my right wrist. I relaxed the grip of my hands and realized that I was now handcuffed. He said nothing.
"Turn around on your knees, face forward"
I did so, not looking up, but now seeing his bulge in his groin under his jeans. He moved a little forward so my nose was against his jeans and groin. He was doing something above my head but I could not look up. His jeans rubbed on my face, he seemed to be reaching up for something and I heard him grunt a bit as he exerted himself for what I did not yet know.
Then he relaxed and moved a little backwards and a thin, light metal collar clasped around my neck. It wasn't very tight, but it was cold and heavy enough. He stepped back and pulled out a small lock from a jean pocket and made a point of waving it in my face and then reached around the back of my neck and I felt it click into place. That was not the end of it.
"Look up behind you, if you can" he said.
There I saw a piece of black rope leading up to a metal ring attached to the concrete wall above the locker, something I had not noticed before.
He stepped back a few feet.
"Staying on your knees, crawl forward" he commanded.
I moved no more than a foot forward when the metal collar on my neck rose up a little pressed against my adam's apple. I could not move forward. I tried again, but stopped.
"Good, he said, "you can slip back a little to make you more comfortable. I see your cock is enjoying this" (he was right).
He approached again and pressed his groin against my face, the roughness of the jeans hurting my nose. He was reaching again for something above me.
What did I feel? Confusion. Excitement. Exhilaration, fear. Pride at being selected. Horny. Relaxed, no resistance. Satisfaction that this was my place. Shame and humiliation that I was reduced to this. Pride that I was this. Acceptance of my submission. Honour to be serving. Honour to be hunted and now surrendered with no real escape. Curious about what would happen, how much could I experience.
There was a jangle of a chain and he stepped back slightly, bent a little and squeezed my right nipple a little then harder to make it prominent. A black flat nipple clamp attached to it, and then he did the same to the left, with the clamps chained together with a short thin metal chain. I grimaced a little, but I knew that the clamping was the least of my worries. ... it's how and when the clamps are removed that cause the pain!
"Keep your eyes forward, head in neutral position" he commanded and he stepped back several feet so I could fully see him. I had to admit that he was a fine looking older man, perhaps not my type, but by now I was in no position to debate that point.
The way that he was deliberately silent and said so little was unnerving in my predicament, but I knew that was part of his control. Let my mind race with all my contradictory emotions while he commanded.
"I am taking control of you for the weekend" he said. "I wont harm you. It's now after midnight on Saturday and you became a stripper here tonight. I will release you by Sunday 6 pm. You should know that your strip show and this experience has all been captured on video. It's up to me whether it gets released on the internet and to your contact list on your phone. So you have another choice. The prior choice was bait, now I'm switching it. Be my slave until 6 pm Sunday, then you are free, or you can leave now. If you have plans this weekend, you will cancel them. I will count to three. If you remain silent, then you agree to be my slave. If you object, you can say so, I will unlock you, give you your clothes but I will retain the rights over your performance tonight to do what I want".
He went silent for a few seconds. My mind raced. Of course I wanted it, and feared it. I needed it.
"So here goes... up to the count of three ... One .... Two .... Three ...". I remained silent accepting my fate.
He stepped forward and unbuckled his jeans, dropped them to show a black jock and large cock in it with the head protruding from the left side.
"Time for your drink" he said "Lick and service this cock, then you will have my recycled beer in your gut"
He pressed his jock against my face and I smelled sweat and piss, and I started to lick him. He pressed his a knee on my balls and ground it in. His dick swelled. My tongue started on his cock head sticking out of his jock, then he dropped his jock and without any words rammed his cock into my throat. I had no time to figure out if it was cut (no) or how long (7.5 inches), but I knew it was thick, his balls hung low, and his pubes were trimmed.
There was no pause. He started fucking my throat, his hands grabbed my ears and I tried to move my body instead of my head alone to protect long term pain.
After a short time, he pulled his cock back so it was on my tongue at the front of my mouth.
"squeeze your lips around this cockhead and get ready for your beer piss drink. Don't let a drop out" he said
Then he started pulsing piss in my throat. I swallowed it easily. No drop missing my throat. I don't remember how it tasted. I was so focused on getting it down my stomach.
I heard a door open.
"well jake you've got him in the right place" someone said, and I knew it was dave the manager. So this master is called jake?
I took the last of his piss. He said he was done right now and pulled out, zipped up. Stood back. I licked my lips for effect sakes.
Dave came up.
"So", dave said, "what do you make of him? Is he gonna be useful? Or should we just kick him out and ignore him? I think he looks adorable kneeling down servicing ... I can imagine the lads liking him, and he might earn us some cash as a fucking whore slut ... you told him the deal right?"
"nah" said master (JAKE) . ` you can"
`by the way," said dave gleefully, "the guys are wondering where you are. I knew you'd be here. Ok if the guys come down, they'd been busy and need a break? It's 12:30 and they have a little longer to go"
"sure", said master (JAKE) to Dave
Then he said to me, "so rob, my slave, you will stay here, do as you are told. I am going upstairs to say goodbye to friends and will be back shortly. Don't run away".
He turned and left quickly. No questions asked and no response needed.
Dave pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of me. A door opened and a dancer walked in, curious about what was happened. He was called james, a short muscly white guy, straight, big dick, he came over to watch. James had a reputation of being all talk no action. big dicked alpha straight dude that never let a gay guy touch him sexually ... yet somehow he made money.
"another faggot" said james "so pathetic, what happened to the other one? Executed or sold to arabia?"
"careful" said dave to James, " these guys pay your bills. And you can use him if you're horny"
"fags are pathetic" james sneered "i dance here just to use em"
`you should be so lucky James" dave replied to James.. "anyway, why don't you stick around here for a few minutes if you want to use these fags, you might want to hear this and get involved in Jake's sex racket"
"sex racket?" james asked
"yeah, jake likes to enslave fags for his own pleasure. and he whores them out, pimps them, makes money off them, makes em strip, do porn shows, suffer bondage and pain and other stuff ... and they can always have a straight dude like you, James, involved with it"
'like, not here?" james said in a stupid dumb jock way
'yes, or somewhere else ... up to you" said Dave ...
"sounds like you have no idea what you're talking bout. dave." jeered James. "guess i gotta earn some fag cash"
"hey, ive been around longer than you james. ... here's this fag, tied up in a strip club change room ... what would you do with him?" said dave.
James motioned Dave to come with him outside the front door. So they left. I was alone, cold, on my knees, unable to move. nipples hurting. Neck chained. My head sagged in submission.
Dave came back in the room, he moved the plastic chair from in front of me. He fumbled around and pulled out some black rope. He stood behind me and looped some rope around my left knee and pulled it tight and tied it to something behind me so I couldnt really move my left knee to the right. Then he did to my right knee so i couldnt move it to my left. My legs were spread and I couldnt close my knees, there was some give in the rope and I could close my feet behind me, just ... With my hands cuffed behind me and knees spread, neck cuffed and chained, nipples clamped, i couldnt imagine a more vulnerable position.
I started to worry about what was happening. I wanted Jake back to protect me.
"let me take a picture" dave said and he snapped a photo of me on his phone. "sending to jake ... I should get him". he turned and walked out the door.
The door clicked closed and I felt some relief. My head sagged in submission. My dick was still hard. What had they given me?
I stayed in that position immobile. The music from the club was pulsating still. I was cold. The floor was cold concrete. The air conditioning was working. I was naked. In my submission, I closed my eyes and started drifting off.
I heard the fire escape door behind me open but i didnt move. Nothing was said, suddenly a guy's sneaker was thrust over my face and tied behind my head. I could smell sweet sweat. But i was now afraid. Who was this guy. I could feel his knee in my back as he did this.
He passed to my left and suddenly grabbed on the nipple clamp chain and ripped it off. FUCK, i said and lurched forward from the pain, but i couldnt move much due to the neck brace and the knee ropes. My head sagged and my nipples screamed in pain.
"look up" he said. My left eye was partially covered by the sneaker and so I saw with my right eye that it was James. and i smelled his feet through his sneaker.
I made eye contact with my right eye only, slightly defiant, but not sure what to do, and yet scared, excited.
i relaxed back. i could do nothing.
He was about 5 feet from me in front of me.
Then suddenly, he lurched at me, maybe ran at me, and (I guess from what happened) his right foot kicked my balls. I yelped, screamed through the sneaker in pain, lurched forward but couldn't move far with the collar on my neck and the ropes. I couldnt protect my balls. He stood to my right, grinning, and pressed his right foot, sneaker against my balls.
"Faggot" he hissed, quietly with contempt, but not loudly. Almost as if he liked what he had done.
The pain was excruciating. I writhed, trying to stop the pain. I started to cry. And I loved it. He pressed his sneaker against my balls, which relieved some of the pain.
Then he tapped my balls again. Over and over again. Gently, then harder, gently ... not like his kick.
And I loved him for it.
...End of Part 2