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The Sacrifice - Chapter 1
(M/M, discipline, cbt, bdsm)
"I can't believe that I'm about to do this," Jeremy thought as he pulled off his boxers to join the other six guys standing against the wall at the back of The Club's performance stage. Just focus, he told himself. And he looked at the group of naked guys, many with the smooth, swimmer's build he loved... all with cocks that were either semi or fully hard. He snapped back to the moment as he felt his cock stir and grow, too.
"As you all know," Master Ken, the leather clad, muscular top who was running the event started to speak. "This is the final event in our series leading up to the selection for The Club's biggest annual event, The Night of Pain. The Directors haven't selected who will be the coveted Sacrificial Slave this year, so make tonight's competition count." He walked down the line looking at each boy in the eyes with a calmness that hinted at his serene control and self confidence. He knew what he was doing, and he was in charge. "I hope you're horny. You'll want to be turned on for this." He paused and laughed to himself. "Regardless, we're going to get each of you into place, oil you up, and then get you outfitted with the first set of electrodes for round one."
All of this wasn't necessary as each of the boys knew the order of events. They were expected to remain hard throughout the competition, so being horny would help. Every one of them was between 18-24, so they were always pretty horny, but none of them had cum in at least a week, so they were especially horny and nervous tonight. Each one had already been shaved from the neck down, and they were all lean and in shape. Some were overtly muscular, and others were less developed. Regardless, they were all of a certain type of smooth, young guy that The Club Directors favored. They would be chained from above and below and standing in a wide arc on the stage. The Club Directors, the managing and controlling group behind The Club, from finances down to its day to day operations, would be the judges of the event.
Privately owned and financed by wealthy business men, The Club was a private gay BDSM club in NYC with an extensive facility and resources. The auditorium was its main performance space, where big events were held. While looking pretty standard from afar, none of the details were ordinary, or done on the cheap. These men liked to play, and they wanted to do it in style. For example, the audience seats weren't ordinary. Instead of rows of fold down theater chairs, the main audience section was filled with reclining chairs that had holders for iPads, cupholders for drinks, and enough room to insure that each member could relax and be serviced by a companion. There were also metal rings bolted to the floor spaced out in regular intervals throughout the seats and even in other places throughout the entire facility. One never knew when he might need a place to keep a boy restrained. All of the Directors were Masters, but there were several wealthy slaves who were full members with special voting privileges when important financial issues needed to be decided. Otherwise, there were a range of other members who paid to be able to play at the club and use its many facilities to satisfy their kinky sexual appetites. The club was busy seven days a week as there were always members looking either to relax or engage in a scene. They allowed both Masters and slaves to join (with hefty membership fees), and they allowed slaves to work off their memberships through slave contracts, both part time and full time. In order to be a member as a slave (with membership fees waived), a guy had to work at the club a minimum of twenty hours a month. Most of these slaves, known as Membership Slaves (because their only benefit from the club was a membership), worked a combination of custodial, service (e.g., bar tending), and Club Slave duties each month. A slave might clean a couple of hours during the week, then work for a couple of hours at the bar or check in desk on a Friday night, and then pull a couple of hours being a Master's fuck toy. When active as an Open Slave, any Master in the club could approach a free slave at the club or sign one out for a home visit. Each slave had his own pre-established limits, and among other things, The Club employed Master Ken to oversee the scheduling, training, and treatment of slaves to insure that no member treated a slave inappropriately. All limits were respected, unless, of course, limits were abandoned. Even then, The Club insured the physical and mental safety of its slave members. They wanted people to return and for the club to be viable. Likewise, membership brought with it a constant monitoring of health, with blood tests and disease screening. The Club wanted its members to be disease free so that play could be safe.
The Slave Master, Master Ken, began bringing boys out to be chained in position. He first brought out a slave that Jeremy knew well. Ben was a 20 year old college student Membership Slave who wanted to move into being a Full Time Slave. Full Timers lived in The Club's dormitory, and had their college tuitions paid. Most were undergrads, but there were some graduate students, too, over the years. The Club's resources were vast, and they invested in their slaves so that they would have total loyalty and access. Full Timers were free to attend classes during the day, and they were expected to put in study hours, too. When at The Club, though, they also had a host of duties that included all of the same custodial work and service work that other slaves had. Their primary roles, though, were to be Open Slaves, boys who were at the mercy of The Club's masters most any time of the day and night not otherwise reserved for school. As long as they maintained at least B averages and performed their duties well, their schooling was free and they received allowances for clothing and other items. In exchange, though, they were expected to have much higher tolerances for excessively kinky scenes, so their list of limits were small, and over time, grew purposefully smaller. Ben wanted in because he wanted the scholarship. He had been taking part time courses for the past two years, but couldn't afford full time tuition. Ben's lithe body was naturally lean, and Jeremy's cock stirred even more as he watched Master Ken raise Ben's arms one at a time and attach them to the wrist cuffs suspended by chains over his head. Jeremy fantasized about licking his way across each one of Jeremy's freshly shaven armpits. As if he could read his mind, Ben turned and looked Jeremy in the eyes, returning his stare with a slight smile.
Focus, thought Jeremy. This is a competition.
More action was happening around Jeremy as Master Ken had gathered help. Slaves not in the competition were now attaching contestants to their chains. Two began to raise each of Jeremy's arms. They were both Collared Slaves. These were slaves who were owned by Masters who required them to work in the club in order to pay for their memberships, and in some cases, their Masters' memberships, too. These two were older, having been involved with the club for years. They were enjoying the display of naked young slave flesh, as was evident by their rock hard cocks. All slaves were required to be naked when at The Club, with Collared Slaves wearing slave collars with their Masters' names on them to mark them as off limits. If collared, a slave could only be required to perform custodial or service work, nothing involving sex — unless their Masters had approved of the activities ahead of time (which often happened.) The two slaves slowly attached Jeremy, running their hands up his arms as they secured him. They brushed his cock, too, as they moved on to his ankles. Jeremy's cock betrayed his own need for bdsm. While Ben liked the bondage and the sex, his real motivation was the pay off of the scholarship. Not so for Jeremy. Despite his desires otherwise, he craved being tied up, controlled, and much to his dismay at times, subjected to pain. He hated and loved it. Just the act of being tied up tripped his slave switch and made him crave the pain that was to come. His pulse raced as he realized that there was no turning back, that it was about to start again. Would he be able to take it? Compete with these others? He had self doubts.
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Once the group was secured, Master Ken used an iPad that he thought of as the virtual master because it controlled everything in the auditorium, from the lights, to the audio, to the various specific devices they used in their theatrical scenes. With a masters in theatrical design and years of experience in the New York theater scene, he had been hired by The Club not only to recruit, train, and oversee the slave population but also to create bdsm spectacles that outdid porn. The Club was the Broadway of the bdsm scene, and getting into events was difficult, both as an audience member and as a participant. Ken employed a staff of recruiters who hung out in chat rooms and leather bars to find and recruit fresh slave meat, but no one made it into The Club or on the stage without his approval, and that came only after serious screening that involved psychological, physical, and blood testing. As a result, he knew every one of the guys lined up on the stage pretty well, some better than others. He methodically turned on the individual winches attached to the chains holding each participant, insuring that they were pulled tight. For now he left them flat footed and comfortable. Just before the performance he'd fine tune each one so that they were on their toes and pulled uncomfortably tightly in all four directions. He liked what he saw as one group of supporting slaves oiled the participants to make them shine under the stage lights while another attached the electrodes to their balls and erect cocks. He knew that the heart of the competition was its show. It was for the benefit of the Masters in The Club, and he intended to put on a memorable event. The aim was not just to inflict pain, although that would be a significant part of the night, one that he greatly enjoyed. He, like the men who paid him, was turned on by not only controlling other males, but hurting them, especially hurting them in ways that pushed them beyond their perceived limits. He was famous for this, and the finalists knew they would have to endure a lot of abuse. More than that, though, thought Ken, the pain had to be embedded within a sexual desire for it. A lot of guys could endure torture. It was his job to find slaves who not only could endure torture, but who were hardwired to love it, crave it, want it as sexual beings. He suspected that while all of the guys in front of him enjoyed being tied up and controlled by another man, few craved the pain and abuse that he was so skilled at giving. HIs first task, then, wasn't to separate out those who couldn't handle the pain, but those who weren't turned on enough by it to welcome and seek it out. For the event to be truly successful, he would need to forge a relationship with at least one of these slaves, a relationship that could be seen and felt throughout this auditorium, one that would electrify the room and make the cum flow from the audience's collective cocks. While he'd had some fantastic performances in the past, he still craved to create one that pushed the boundaries of what had been seen here so far. He wasn't sure that this group had that capability, but he'd push them to find out. He need to find the Sacrificial Slave for the Night of Pain.
Ken went through the list of contestants one by one, quickly reviewing their potentials. There was Adam, the former high school soccer star whose lean muscular body, black hair, and piercing dark eyes was the wet dream of many young girls and boys, as well as the older group of Masters in The Club. As the current Head Slave and full time resident, the college senior would be graduating soon and leaving them. He seemed to love bdsm, and he was determined to prove he was tough, but Ken wondered if he would develop into a master rather than a slave. There was always a spark of defiance in him that gave him pause. The next slave was a new one, an 18 year old who Ken didn't know that well, but so far he had been impressed with him. His blond hair, blue eyes, and thin body made him a favorite with the set of Masters who preferred young slaves. Billy looked 15 rather than 18. Ken didn't initially want to include him in this event, but his application had been given approval by some influential Masters on the Director's committee. They wanted to see him suffer publicly, and Ken was more than happy to give him a public audition. If things went well, this college freshman might have an offer to join the full time slave group soon. The next two were also full time slaves in The Club, and Ken had used them many times. Both were ending their junior years, so they each had another year with The Club, although, one, Chris, was considering graduate school, so his stay might be extended. Chris was an eager slave whose mouth Ken had used many times. Ken liked laying the cane across his bubble shaped ass, and he liked his lean but muscular swimmer's build. Chris seemed to tolerate pain quite well, but Ken suspected that he'd be just as happy cuddling with a Master than taking a beating with a whip. The other, Michael, was a red haired freckled kid who was a runner, so he had a long, lean frame without a lot of developed muscle in his chest but his legs were rocks. The years of running had all but eliminated the fat from his body, so what he lacked in bulk, he made up in definition. Ken felt indifferent about him. He liked him as a person, but he found that the kid liked pain too much. Rather than it being something he needed sexually, he seemed to like to be abused. He was a tough one for Ken, because rather than seeking a relationship between the Master and the pain being given, Michael seemed to experience the pain in a solitary fashion. When Ken topped Michael, he often felt like he was somewhat extraneous, not a necessary part of the equation beyond delivering pain. The last two raised more questions. He like Ben a lot, and he had performed well as a part time slave. The boy wanted a scholarship, and Ken knew he needed it in order to go to college. His parents disowned him when he came out, so Ben was living in the city, working in a coffee shop when he wasn't at The Club, and living in a pretty sketchy shared apartment with several other guys, a couple of whom Ken thought might be drug addicts. Ben was able to take a class here or there, but without help, he'd likely never finish college. Ken wanted to help him, but he knew that The Directors wouldn't just take on a charity case out of kindness. They wanted eager sex slaves who would embrace their different brands of kink, and it was Ken's job to push to see if Ben would fit the right slave profile. So far things looked promising. He was eager to get his hands on the kid to find out more.
Finally, he settled back on Jeremy. Jeremy confused him. He was physically beautiful, and at 19, the right age to spend a few years at The Club. Several of the Directors found him to have the perfect combination of boyish good looks that made him look much younger than he was, but there was also a lean muscular edge behind his slight frame. He, too, was a swimmer, and it showed. Ken was confused, though, about his desires and whether or not he really wanted to be in the bdsm lifestyle, especially as deeply as required of full time slaves. He suspected that Jeremy would make a great part time slave, perhaps by someone in their private life with a real relationship to sustain it, not the sort of public and group ownership that being a slave at The Club brought with it. He suspected that if he brought Jeremy home, he could nurture him into being an amazing slave. He thought he needs more love than abuse, and The Club certainly wasn't the place to get that. He suspected he'd be eliminated quickly.
Once the curtain went up and the house lights went down, the audience stopped talking immediately. The sight before them was mesmerizing. Six shining, smooth, naked young males were spread in X positions on the stage before them, their shaved bodies and hard cocks almost glowing in the darkness of the auditorium. Master Ken explained that the competition was divided into three phases, each designed to challenge the participants in new ways. This first section was meant to eliminate anyone who really wasn't turned on by the pain, so it would be pretty short and direct.
Another Master acted as announcer and color commentator so that Ken could focus on the action. After the general introduction to the competition and its rules, the spotlight focused on each slave for the introductions. Ken heightened the action by suddenly spiking the current to the slave's cock and nuts without any warning or gentle ramp up. He varied when he did it so that each was anticipating but unsure about when it would happen. Even though they knew it was coming, the suddenness of the intensity took each one by surprise and sent them each, in turn, into a gyrating dance, or as much of one as their bonds would allow. Ken adjusted a couple of the chains to make sure they were tight enough to cause some strain. Three out of the six went soft as a result, but notably, Jeremy, Billy, and Michael got harder instead. Ken motioned to a group of slaves standing in the wings, and three ran out and immediately took the soft cocks in their mouths and brought them to life again. *Can't have them tag out just yet, *thought Ken.
The first test was pretty similar to what Master Ken had just done. He had a series of settings preset into the master stim controller, and the group would be simultaneously subjected to the same amount of current. Ken had designed each to ramp up suddenly... no easy slide up the pain scale. Each jolt would rocket through their cocks and balls like a thunder clap, with some being more intense than others, and some lasting longer than others. While the theme was similar, he had varied the type of pain each jolt would send. The end result, though would be similar: quick and intense pain. The aim was to separate out those who needed help remaining hard. Those who couldn't keep it up by the end of the sequence would be eliminated. The trick here was that Ken couldn't have a performance that eliminated everyone, so he had to choose levels that weeded out a few while retaining enough for the competition to be interesting. On the flip side, if someone enjoyed the stimulation too much and came, he would also be eliminated. He decided to start things off with a sequence that would make the slaves feel like their cocks were being gently massaged from within. He might catch someone just right and make him cum, something that he always liked to do in one of these sorts of competitions.
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Fuck! That feels good, thought Jeremy. He couldn't see the audience because of the bright stage lights, but he could see the other guys around him, and they were like him, on their toes slightly swaying with the good feeling. Adam looked determined, and Billy, looked like he was in heaven, a slight smile across his face. *When is the pain going to start? If this keeps up too long, I'm going to shoot my load right away. *The first big pulse hit him like a punch, or rather, it hit his cock and balls like a rolling punch that started from his nuts and pulsed up through his cock. The pain was so sudden and intense that it took his breath away. When he opened his eyes, he saw that others had had the same reaction. Breathe, he told himself. Breathe. Jeremy rocked up onto his toes and relaxed. And so it begins, he thought. *This is what you want, isn't it? *That was the question that had been plaguing him for the last few months. He knew that many of the Masters thought he was a flake, someone who couldn't be trusted to be a true part of the community because he had ended some scenes early, using his safe word well before it seemed to be necessary. He had also stood up a couple of Masters for sessions, which almost got him kicked out permanently from The Club. He was still allowed to be a part of things because he had worked extra hours doing custodial work, as well as having had a great session with Master Ken who had interceded on his behalf with The Directors. That's one of the reasons he was here. He wanted to prove that he could handle things, and that he seriously wanted to be here. That had been the initial idea, at least. Like usual, he was of two minds about all of this. He was embarrassed that he enjoyed being controlled as a sex slave, and what's more, that he loved, no craved the most extreme forms of torture that he could imagine. He was afraid of what he desired, and that scared him. His flaking out wasn't a lack of desire, but rather a lack of comfort with his desires. Jeremy pushed his doubts down and focused on the moment as a second wave of pain crashed into his cock and nuts. This one would have made him double over, but since he was chained, he just rocked back and forth a bit, letting out a large groan. A drop of precum glistened on his red and throbbing cock. *Bring it on, *he thought.
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Master Ken decided that two slaves were going to be eliminated as they were clearly not responding well to the pain stimulus. Every time he pushed the level up high, both Chris and Adam would go soft. Their reactions to the pain weren't ones of tortured pleasure, but rather panic. They were enduring rather than accepting and even enjoying as he saw in others. While they certainly hadn't given up or shown that they couldn't withstand the challenge, they weren't meeting the fundamental criteria of offering a demonstration that would appeal to the Club's Directors. As part of the selection process for this year's Sacrifice at the Night of Pain, they were looking for someone worthy of both The Club's attention but also resources for the slave selected to be the Sacrifice would be given the role of Head Slave, college tuition, a private apartment within The Club, and a vacation with a Master as a reward. The stakes were high, especially because there had been no Sacrifice at the Night of Pain for the last two years. Both years the crew of slaves did not produce someone worthy of the Directors' favor, thus no one was chosen. While Ken didn't necessarily fear for his job because he knew the Directors were pleased with what he provided for them, not being able to deliver on this important event made him look bad.
Master Ken decided to push one last final burst in this first round, leaving it on longer than he had in any blast yet. It would be decisive, he thought. Just as he predicted, everyone but Chris and Adam remained hard while the current coursed through them. The other two look defeated. Ken was surprised by Adam. His mind must be elsewhere, something that didn't surprise him. *He doesn't need this anymore as he'll be leaving us soon. He's lost the hunger for it. *Chris also hadn't ever exhibited the signs of someone who needed the pain and abuse like others clearly did. Nevertheless, losing had a price: If you wanted a chance to compete, you understood that failure brought with it punishment. This was, of course, for the benefit of the audience. Ken cut the power to all of the slaves except these two. While the others slumped in their bonds, Chris and Adam immediately knew what was happening to them: They were being electro milked. The current returned to its pleasant state, pulsating wonderfully through their cocks. Ken kept it high enough to bring them back to full erection again, while he directed the others to be released from their bonds. When only Chris and Adam remained on the stage, he pushed up the current, making the pleasure much more intense and at a level that was guaranteed to result in a joint milking momentarily. Two helping slaves positioned themselves with collecting beakers at the bound slaves' cocks to collect the cum as it came spurting out. Ken tightened their bonds, lifting them both off the floor so that they were completely stretched taught and unable to move at all, suspended by their arms.Their chests began to heave as they both neared orgasm, sweat mingling with the oil, their moans picked up by mikes filling the auditorium. One right after the other, they both sprayed large orgasms that were caught in small glasses. Master Ken then smiled to himself as the announcer indicated that the punishment would now begin. The pair was subjected to another round of intense stimulation, but this time they were not helped along by riding the crest of an orgasm. Slaves positioned themselves in front of the two with small rotating vibrators that they used to concentrate on their sensitive cock heads. The combination of the painful electrical current pulsing through their cocks and the added torture to their cock heads made both of these twinks begin to loose control. They soon were yelling and moaning loudly... *nooooooooo *and *STOP! PLEASE STOP! *repeated over and over for a few minutes until Master Ken called a halt to to things and had them released. *Round one is finished, *he thought. Time for the real fun.