The Sports Bar
Disclaimer.
This story is sexual fantasy fiction, primarily about control and humiliation between adult men and includes watersports and destruction of clothes with some sexual situations. If you object to any of this then read no further. Any resemblance to persons past or present is purely coincidental.
This fills in the ‘missing night’ between parts 3 and 5 of my story ‘Remote Controlled’, as we find out just what happened to Jamie and Dan. It can be enjoyed entirely as a standalone adventure though! Italic standard text identifies flashbacks. [Italic text like this is a text message].
It is inspired by a story I read a long time ago on an egroup and absolutely adored, but I lost it through the mists of time. So, if you wrote it and by any chance reading this, thank you!
The Sports Bar
Jamie had been spending the evening watching a movie at his place with his mate Dan. The credits were rolling on, what has to be said, was a distinctly average thriller. Diverting but nothing more.
“Let's go out for a drink,” said Dan, grinning with a twinkle his green eyes. Jamie eyes had been drawn to the empty pizza box and he was itching to clean it away. “Hmmmmm...?” he said distractedly.
“A drink – in a bar.”
“Now?” He looked at Dan wearing a Liverpool football shirt and Adidas trackies. “I don't think I'll be going anywhere that allows people in dressed like that...”
“Ouch.” Dan feigned a hurt look and persisted. “I know a place, it's a sports bar!”
“Come on, you know I don't like watching football!”
“No TVs, just lots of lads in sporty kit.”
Jamie cast him a sideways glance. Okay, he admitted, this had piqued his interest. A button had been pressed. “Hmmm, okkkkaaaay...”
“Cool. Let's go then!” Dan enthusiastically said but Jamie hesitated. “What's wrong?”
“I'm just going to tidy away that pizza box...”
As they were locking up the flat, their neighbour appeared from the stairwell.
“Hey - welcome back!” called out Jamie cheerfully.
“Hey Dan, Jamie. Yeah just got back,” he said, appearing quite flustered and out of breath.
“We’re off to some sort of Sports Bar.” Jamie’s eyes rolled.
“Love what you’ve done with your tns!” said Dan.
“Thanks. Sorry - need to piss real urgently!” The neighbour said, fidgeting from one foot to the other.
Jamie laughed and gave a wink. “We’ll let you go then - wouldn’t want you to piss yourself in the hall. Catch you later.”
“Yeah, cool.”
They passed by him as he fumbled with his keys. Jamie glanced over his shoulder as they reached the doors to the staircase to see the welcome sight of his friend and neighbour pissing himself in the hallway. It spread down his leg and across his thigh; the light blue denim turned dark down to his knee. Jamie imagined it soaking into his socks and possibly pooling in his sneakers.
Dan was racing ahead down the stairs and he felt he should catch him up, but part of him, a very large part, wanted to find out what had happened to his neighbour and maybe get his hands on those pissed drenched clothes.
Jamie rested his back on the window of the tube. He still wasn't sure if this was a good idea and wished, for a moment, that London still thought it was the Antarctic and the underground couldn't run past 10pm. He chided himself for being so negative; some alcohol and loads of lads in sporty gear... it should be fun. He looked down at his Nike tns and white socks showing out from his Levi jeans and thought yeah, good look.He particularly liked these Levis and how well they worked with his simple plain white Lacoste tee. Mainly because they were both 'gifts' from Dan....
*ping* “Hi Dan, I'm in your bedroom at the moment”
“Jamie, what are you doing?”
“I'm going to cut up all your underwear.”
“Jamie...!”
“Unless your get me a new pair of jeans and a tee.”
“Hey – that's not fair.”
“You know that nice pair of Bjorn Borgs you like? Check your messages...”
“Aw, dude!”
“All of them will be like that – I expect the receipt to be forwarded to my email within 10 minutes.”
“You complete ---”
Click.
It was so nice of him to buy me these gifts Jamie thought and grinned at Dan.
“I’m aware of what you are wearing and sooo aware of what you are thinking... I haven't forgiven you for that yet!”. Jamie pulled up his tee and showed the waistband of 'his' red boxers.
“Did you steal my Ralph Laurens as well?!”
“Well, if you hadn't noticed until now you really do have too much underwear! When we get home you'll reduce down to no more than 20 pairs.”
“Hey...!”
The smile disappeared from Jamie's face. “Okay 10. One more word and it will be one. I'm too generous for your own good sometimes. You remember who's in charge here. Okay?” Dan stared at Jamie defiantly.
“Say it now, and say it loud and clear. I won’t ask again...” The menace lingered in the air for a moment.
Dan looked around the half filled carriage, with his eyes fixed to the floor, before replying “Yes Sir”.
It wasn’t long before the tube arrived and, a short walk from the Vauxhall station, they descended down into a basement underneath what looked like a fetish type shop, specifically bondage. Jamie made a mental note to look it up when he got home. Dan had raced ahead and was engaged in an enthusiastic conversation with the doorman. He pointed to Jamie and the doorman waved him over.
“Enjoy your evening, Sir.” Dan gave Jamie a wink and pulled him inside.
Jamie wasn't sure what he expected but as soon as they were into the bar area he could see a couple of lads wearing very tight Chelsea football kits. One of which had his shorts and jock around his ankles as he was blown by another guy wearing a lycra wrestling suit. The second lad in the Chelsea gear was just sipping his drink and watching.
Jamie was a bit surprised and tried to avert his eyes from the scene, but his vision found only intimacy wherever he looked. He wasn't easily shocked, it was just the sheer flagrancy of it. Just here in the bar; someone about to cum while others ordered drinks and crisps.
“Let's grab a drink” said Dan. Jamie noted the sign – 'No water sports at the bar' – seems it was just about the only thing that wasn't allowed...
The two lads sat and had a few drinks, taking in the scenes that happened around them and discussing which kits they liked the best. Dan had turned down an offer from one guy who wanted his Adidas Liverpool shirt.
“Thanks but I'm just here with my mate for a few drinks. And the view.”
Jamie certainly liked the view. Maybe it wasn't a life affirming view from the top of a cliff gazing out across the landscape in quiet serenity, but it would do for now. Dan tapped him on his arm, snapping him back into the here and now.
“Show will be starting soon. You coming?”
“Show?”
“Yeah, the owner puts on a show with one or more of his slaves in the back room. If you are lucky you get to help him.” Dan gave that smile again that Jamie just couldn’t resist. Buttons were being definitely pressed here.
“Dan. Would you do anything I asked you?”
“Mate, you know I'd do anything for you.”
“I mean, it would be cool if you obeyed me.”
“Err, Obeyed you? Why would I obey a fuckwit like you?!”
“Yeah It would be fun if you were, well, like my slave.”
“Your slave?! Dude, that's a bit extreme!”
“Okay, slave is a bit extreme; I wouldn't be handcuffing and tying you up. Servant might be a
better word.”
“Insane might be a better word!”
“Maybe if you lose a bet?” Jamie cast a glance across to Dan; he knew Dan couldn’t resist a bet. Bait cast.
“It would have to be a fucking huge pay off if I won.”
Hook accepted.
“Okay, if Liverpool do not win their next match you become my servant. If they win, I'll pay your mortgage for the next year.” Dan’s eyes went wide. It was a huge stake and he knew he was reeling him in; time for the kicker. “And a new pair of trainers each month.”
“Fuck. Fuck! Are you serious? Fuck.” Jamie was serious. He could afford to lose that; he just had to make Dan forget what he could lose… “You really know nothing about football do you? We've got Aston Villa at home. Yeah, I'll take those odds! Shake!”
Button pressed...
“Mmhhhh, well doesn't this night just get better? Yeah okay, lead the way servant!” Dan rolled his eyes; that was never going to get boring for him was it?
“And yes, I did see your eyes roll so expect some punishment later.”
“Yes Sir. This way...” Best not push it right now thought Dan.
Not yet.
The room was busy and there was a buzz in the air. At the back was a stage with a young lad wearing just a pair of football shorts. His hands were tied above him, his legs spread-eagled and a cloth bag over his head. Jamie was warming to this more and more.
People were milling around and Dan saw a gap towards the front. He grabbed Jamie by the arm and pulled him to the front.
“Good job, boy. Now why don't you get me another drink?”
“Of course, oh wondrous Sir!”
“Are you taking the piss?”
“I wouldn't dream of it... Sir.” Jamie squinted his eyes at Dan and returned his gaze to the stage.
The lights dimmed and a man walked on stage. He was wearing tight white Adidas trackies and a football shirt. Jamie had no idea which one it was but was too busy admiring his huge thighs, barely hidden beneath the taught material of his pants. His short cropped hair and neatly shaved beard also piqued his interest. He must have been 40ish and was just Jamie's type.
“Everyone having fun...? Excellent. Welcome to my little show. I'm Steve to my friends. Sir to my slaves. Like this one, isn't that right slave?” A loud military style 'Yes Sir!' rang out from the strung up younger lad. “Well done boy. I'm going to allow a couple of lucky people here to help me make him suffer. Is that okay, boy?”
“Yes Sir! If that pleases you!”
“This boy is called Slave 6. He used to be called Jake until I saw him at the Job Centre. I offered him a 'position', well, lots of positions actually... and although he was nervous at first, this is now how he spends his time; as Slave 6, wearing just football shorts. No mobile, no money, nothing. He is worthless. And it is the first time in public!” A cheer went up from the crowd.
Jamie was making mental notes – Dan was going to having his training upped. The idea of him doing the cleaning in just a pair of briefs or football shorts was a great idea. He rearranged his ever growing cock in his jeans.
Steve moved towards Slave 6 and pulled the hood off his head. He blinked as his eyes adjusted and when they did, a small look of panic crossed his face. Jamie noticed his Master mouth 'you will be fine' to Slave 6, and was surprised at this moment of tenderness and care.
“You.” Steve pointed at the crowd. “Hey, You!” Jamie looked around – was he pointing at him? Jamie prodded his Lacoste clad chest and mouthed 'me?' Steve nodded and beckoned him on to the stage. Jamie looked around to see where Dan was but he was nowhere to be seen. He hesitated for a moment and then walked forward.
Dan sat at the bar watching as Jamie went on stage. It was all working out far better than he expected. The lad from earlier appeared again.
“Alright mate! Your friend looks like he's busy so you want a drink?”
Hmmmm, he really wanted to watch Jamie but this lad had something about him. “Yeah okay, thanks. Lager - any will do.” He winced, suddenly realising that it made him sound a bit cheap.
“And I still want your shirt.” He grinned at Dan. “I'm Drew, by the way.”
“Dan. You don't give up do you?” He cast a closer look at what Drew was wearing; white Nike FC tee, black Nike trackies and an awesome pair of Nike tns. “It'll cost you those tns.” That'll put him off he thought.
“Ha. Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three, I get your shirt if I win, you get my tns if you win.” He said handing Dan his drink. Thing was, Dan couldn't resist a game.
“Yeah, whatever.” Dan sighed.
The first round Dan won paper to rock but lost the second rock to scissors. He was now a little anxious as it appeared that Drew was just throwing a rock each time. He wouldn't do it a third time would he? He couldn't? On the count of three Dan put out scissors.
“And rock beats scissors. Bad luck, mate.” Dan sighed, he hated being out played. “I'll have that shirt now please, Dan.”
“Now? Aww come on, I've got to get home!”
“You didn't bring any spare clothes? That was a brave bet then! Tell you what, I'll let you win it back but it has to come off first. Let me help you,” he said grinning. Dan sighed again and lifted arms up as Drew lifted the Liverpool shirt off and over his head. He felt a little self conscious sat at the bar shirtless.
“So how do I get my shirt back?” asked Dan.
“You don't. It's mine now; you’ll never get to wear it again. But you can have mine... if you win the next round.”
“Oh. Okay, it's a nice shirt. Not as nice as mine but...”
“But if you lose your trackies are mine.”
‘Oh shit’ thought Dan, this was escalating way too quickly. He decided it was time to cut his loses. “Err, no it’s okay, thanks.”
“I mean how are you going to get home otherwise? You’re going to attract some attention around here as well, which seeing how shy you are, probably isn't what you want.” Drew ran his hand down Dan’s slightly hairy chest. He was right of course; there was already a few taking note of what was happening. Damn him.
Dan reached out a fist.
Jamie stood on the stage with Steve's arm around his shoulder. “Don't worry – we're going to have some fun!”
“So what's your name? And are you a Master or a sub?”
“Jamie and a Master.”
“And where is your Slave?”
“I sent him to the bar to get more drinks.”
“You let him out of your sight? You never know what they will get up to! A new Master then.” A ripple of laughter went around the room. “Never mind, we all need to start somewhere!” Jamie suddenly felt a little self-conscious.
“Aww, come on Jamie, just teasing – I'll help you learn some tricks. Here have these...” Steve presented a pair of scissors from his pocket to Jamie. “I think you know what these are for,” he said before guiding him towards Slave 6.
He was almost nose to nose with Slave 6 and he liked what he saw. Blonde hair cropped high and tight, green eyes and just wearing football shorts. He still looked really nervous. Jamie reached out and gently ran his fingers down the Slave's chest. He flinched; locking gaze with Jamie for a moment before quickly looking down to the floor. Jamie could feel the Slave's haphazard exhales on his face before turning to Steve, who nodded and pursed his lips.
Jamie moved closer and kissed the Slave on the lips, and after a few seconds the Slave opened his mouth to allow Jamie full access. He slipped his hand down the Slave's shorts and liked what he found. The next thing Jamie knew was Steve tapping Jamie on the shoulder.
“Eh mate, that's my property you're squatting in,” Jamie snapped back into reality and realised the crowd was loving the show. “Sorry Steve,” he mouthed.
“It's okay – the Slave needs to learn he is not only my Slave but needs to serve whoever I choose. It is all good training. Now, the shorts...?”
Jamie nodded and made a small incision in the leg of the white Arsenal shorts and then repeated on the other side. He looked back to Jake, and not breaking their gaze, ripped the shorts all the way up the waistband.
Jake gasped. He was finding this both exciting and frightening. He had never been naked in public but he knew it would be happening really soon.
He had been just trying to find some work but no-one give him a break. He always worked hard but that didn't seem to count for anything. Job after job seemed to go by and then one day while standing outside the job centre in his Adidas trackies he got chatting to someone.
“Hey, want a smoke?”
“No mate, I don't smoke.”
“They got a job for you?”
“Nah mate, it fucking sucks. I work hard and I get fucked over time and time again.”
“I've got a job for you. Board and lodgings included.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just suited to someone like you”
“Eh, you're not some sort of freak are you mate?”
He thought he might be freaking out at this point, but somehow it was better that it was happening at the hands of someone who seemed equally nervous and out of his depth.
He was older than Jake, but obviously kept himself very fit. His eyes were deep and the laughter lines give his face a kindness. Oh, and that smile. A smile to melt, well, him really. He started to blush but was happy to see Jamie reciprocate. He nodded and their eyes dropped to his ragged shorts.
He twitched as Jamie yanked the material up and across revealing the mesh brief lining. Jamie moved to the side and a cheer went up as they saw his handiwork. Jake's eyes darted sideways towards him. He moved back in front, but closer this time, allowing Jake to kiss him while he pulled the mesh inner brief apart. Jake moaned half in pleasure and half in fear. They finished their kiss before locking their gaze once more.
Jake looked down at the shredded remains of his shorts, his penis sticking obscenely up through the ragged material, and knew this was the moment. Jamie stood aside. The crowd cheered and whooped as they got the first sight of Slave 6 exposed.
“Not bad guys, eh?” said Steve. The crowd made their agreement known. Slave 6 was rock hard and embarrassed. “Your Slave isn't back, is he, Jamie? I guess you'll have to do the next bit too…”
Jamie spun around to see where Dan was but he was nowhere to be found. The next thing he knew Steve had his hands on his shoulder gently, but firmly, pushing him to his knees.
He wasn't expecting this; being face to face with a lad's cock, inches from his mouth. Well, not in a club anyway. He felt Steve push his head closer. He started sweating knowing what was expected. He couldn't do it, not now with his promotion interview next week. He started to get up.
Dan couldn't believe this was happening. He was sat at the bar in just his long red Under Armour boxer shorts, white Adidas socks and red limited edition New Balance Liverpool trainers. His phone and wallet were on the bar next to his pint and to the side was a beaming Drew wearing his Liverpool shirt and Adidas trackies.
“Alright, Dan? You’ve not said anything for a while.” Dan glared back at him. It had been at least five minutes since he lost to rock again. This lad had some balls. “Ooooh, if looks could... slightly wound. Okay, alright, I'll give you one more chance.” Uh-oh thought Dan, the phrase Trojan Horse leaped to the front of his brain.
“First, your underwear goes, then one more game - best of three. You win you get my trackies and tee. If I win, you'll be going home in my socks and briefs. Not that I reckon you'll get that far, looking at this crowd if you walk around in that they will be ripped off and you fucked in no time!”
He was probably right. The crowd was fever pitched watching Jamie on his knees. He had seen what Drew had been wearing when he changed into his trackies; a pair of white Nike ankle socks and a pair of very tight white CK briefs.
“And your phone and wallet.” Dan's jaw dropped. What had he got himself in to?
“No, no way!” he blurted out. Drew shrugged his shoulders, picked up his clothes and started to move away. Dan could feel several pairs of eyes on him and panicked. “Okay, yes! Drew, please come back!”
The first three rounds were a draw - rock each. If he wasn't going to change, then Dan wasn't falling for that trap again. The fourth time Dan went paper. Drew went scissors. What the fuck?
“Hmmm, looks like you're one loss away from being in a lot of trouble…” Drew reached for his phone and a few swipes later showed a £190 Lacoste tracksuit. “And that's the first thing I'll be buying with your credit card, followed by a new pair of tns. But I'll be nice and leave it at that. So I'll cut up the card… and all the rest in here.” Holy shit, thought Dan, this was on a whole different level. Drew flipped open Dan's wallet. “Driver's licence in there too? Pity. You got any other bank cards?”
“No.”
“No bank cards, and you'll have no money or phone. You're going to have to offer yourself around in here just to get the fare home. And while you are I'll be taking photos of you on your phone and posting them to your social media.”
The blood drained from his face “Aww dude. Shit. Please, Drew, don't do this.”
“I like the begging but it's too late Danny, I know you're enjoying it!” He reached over and stroked Dan’s rock hard cock through the Under Armour boxerjocks. He hadn't even noticed the state he was in until that moment.
Dan was reeling, stuck as he was between a rock and a hard place.
Steve had liked the look of Jamie as soon as he saw him. His Clients liked younger but he preferred a little more mature; as long as they had looked after themselves. And this one had.
He knew he was the one who was going to be his ‘assistant’ tonight, and thanks to a friend it was happening. It was working out just fine as well, until this first refusal. A little persuasion was required. No sticks involved, just a very pointy carrot...
He prevented Jamie from standing up. Jamie looked at him in a startled fashion; he thought this was a voluntary activity. That's how it always starts, thought Steve.
“Do it. Do it now, Jamie. I'll be a bit easier on you later.”
Jamie was utterly confused both in his feelings right now and what Steve meant. The former was literally front and centre of his attention though. Steve was stronger than him so it didn't look like he had an option. But did he really want an option?
He looked up at Jake, who was staring back with a huge grin on his face. As cute as it was he really wanted to slap him right now. He opened his mouth and slid down Jake's shaft. The moaning from above was almost drowned out from the noise of the crowd. Soon though, the noise vanished in the distance and it was just him and Jake again.
This was far better than Steve had hoped for. Jamie and Slave 6 were in another world and even the crowd had fallen silent. Some could not believe what was happening, while others watched transfixed, slowly working their cocks through the silky material of their shorts and trackies.
Jamie might be a Master now but he was showing he also could be a slave too. Steve wondered how Dan ended up being Jamie's Slave in the first place; it seemed an odd relationship, not your traditional Master/Slave one. There seemed to be some elasticity in the arrangement.
Slave 6 was moaning in a way that meant he would be delivering soon. It really was an excellent show but all good things… Steve turned to the audience and put his finger to his lips. He slowly pulled a neck restraint from the pulley suspended above the stage. Then, creeping up behind, he placed it near to Jamie's neck.
Timing is everything.
*click*
Jamie was woken out of his trance as the neck clamp was closed. He started to spin around so he could ask ‘what the fuck?’ but got as far as ‘what…’ before Slave 6’s now free cock erupted, coating Jamie's face, hair and tee. He stared up at the youth with a slight scowl before returning to Steve.
“What the fuck? Let me go!”
“Sorry mate, dress code innit.” Steve pulled lightly on the chain which brought Jamie to his feet. “Slaves!” he called and two more young lads dressed only in football shorts appeared and helped Steve shackle Jamie's legs in a spreader and, after a small struggle, his arms into clamps from above.
Steve turned to the crowd. “So - what do we like?”
“Sportswear!” They replied.
“And how about what Jamie is wearing?”
“Booooo! Rubbish!” Was the general response, together with a single shout of “fuckin’ awful!”
“Steve! Let me the fuck go!” Jamie snarled.
Steve grabbed a hold of a clump of Jamie's hair before snarling back “You call me Sir, okay bitch?”
“No way!”
“Oh, Jamie, I was going to let you off lightly but you've upset me now…”
Tonight was turning out far better than Drew had expected. He was wearing a fit lad's clothes and was now watching him upside down wanking off, about to cum over his own face.
Drew had given Dan a ‘softer’ way out. Dan would get Drew’s trackies, tee and tns, but Dan agreed that he cum on his own face if he lost the final round and lose his Under Armour boxers regardless of what happened. After that deal was done, Drew immediately reached over to the fly in Dan's long red underwear and ripped them open. Dan was taken by surprise as his erect penis sprung into view from the tattered shreds of his boxers. He had protested but Drew reminded him that was the agreement.
He went rock again and won the final game. He beckoned over a couple of lads who were watching and they half carried Dan to one of the side rooms. They gently spun him around and leant him against a table upside down.
That was only a minute of two ago and it looked like Dan was already ready to cum. Drew was capturing the show on Dan’s phone and it was obvious he just wanted this over and to get some clothes on. Drew was a little sad he had lost his tns but more than happy with the Liverpool New Balances he now had. An evil thought entered his mind. No, he couldn’t...
He pulled down his trackies and briefs and starting pissing in one of the tns. Dan's eyes widened and he said something that might have been ‘no’. He then stood directly over Dan and slipped off his NBs, placing his socked foot over Dan’s face and nose. He then poured the piss over Dan. Yes, it was definitely ‘no’ he heard. Oh well. Feeling the piss soaking through his socks, he pushed his toes into Dan's mouth as he tried to resist. Drew didn't take no for an answer and soon enough his piss and sock covered toes were wiggling around Dan's mouth.
Before long Dan was moaning, so just at the last moment Drew removed his foot and watched as endless streams of cum plastered the face, hair and chest of his hapless victim. After a brief pause, Dan slumped down to the ground.
Drew tossed the Nike trainer at him. “Get dressed then, I want to see what's happening on stage.”
“Can you get me a towel?”
“No. Get your clothes on before I take them away.” Dan sighed and pulled off the remains of his wrecked red shorts before tossing them to one side, and pulled the trackies up over his still leaking cock. As soon as he put on the tee, wet patches appeared across his chest. He winced as he put his foot in the sopping Nike Tn and before he knew it Drew had grabbed his arm and dragged him out to the bar area.
Jamie's head was spinning. Not long ago he was enjoying an average film at home with his mate. Now he was chained up in a bar on the other side of town. He looked down as he felt his Nike tns being taken off his feet, closely followed by his white socks.
“Hey, they are on dress code - they come back.” Steve chided the crowd. At least that's something, Jamie thought.
Jamie watched as one of his socks ended up pushed in someone's mouth. Worse still he spotted the other one being placed over a huge cock just in front of him. A few seconds before the lad's trackies and shorts had been pulled down, very much to his surprise. He seemed okay with it now though, being kissed and fondled as he was wanked off in Jamie's sock.
Jamie flinched as Steve ran his hand down the Lacoste tee. He moved behind and rested his hands on Jamie's shoulders before, in a single effortless action, he tore the t-shirt from the neck all the way down. A moment later the back was ripped and the tee fell to Jamie's wrists in two halves.
Jamie was still processing being exposed like this when he spotted one of his tns being pissed into and then the contents being gulped down by a lad in a wrestling singlet. He looked around for his other shoe but was unable to spot it before a cheer went up; there it was, at the centre of at least ten lads, several of which who had already spent their loads over it. Despite the situation, or very possibly because of it, Jamie was rock hard. His attention was brought back by a very aggressive nipple tweak by Steve.
“Democracy in action! Who thinks these jeans are on dress code?”
Dan was wondering how this evening had turned out quite like this. Here he was wearing another lad’s clothes, sat on his lap whilst watching his Master being stripped on stage.
“Are you enjoying seeing this happen to him?” Asked Drew.
“Yeah, I guess. I feel a bit bad for him though actually.” Dan answered.
“Well, it's not your fault is it? I mean it was his choice to come to a sports bar in jeans wasn't it?”
Dan looked down at the floor. “Erm, well…” Drew pulled Dan's face towards his and kissed him. “I don't think Jamie is the Master for you. Imagine how much more badly I would treat you...” Drew slipped his hand down the front of Dan's newly acquired trackies and started to stroke his shaft.
“Drew! What are you doing?! Oh, um, fuck, can you stop that..?” Dan whined, “I really don't want to… oh… ahhh, no you need to stop, oh…. now, please Drew…”
Drew couldn’t put up with the whining one moment longer so, with his spare hand on the back of Dan’s head ensuring there would be no resistance, he started to aggressively kiss his new toy. He needn’t have worried, there was no resistance as Dan opened his mouth with a whimper and let him in. It was not long before Dan’s body was twicthing and then, with what sounded a bit like ‘oh… fuck… no…’, Drew felt the warm liquid dribble over his fingers. He broke off the kiss and smiled as the damp patch spread across the front of his former trackies.
He brought his semen covered hand up to Dan's lips. “Clean your scum off me.”
Dan hesitated for a moment, not liking how this relationship was developing.
“You have five seconds or I start posting pictures of you from tonight.”
Dan remembered that Drew still had his phone. He sighed in resignation. “Yes Sir.”
Jamie was shaking his head, pleading with Steve to stop as he popped the button and undid the fly of the jeans. He stood behind Jamie and grabbed the two halves, and much to Jamie's surprise, ripped the jeans asunder with his bare hands. The loud ripping sound brought another cheer from the crowd and very soon the expensive jeans were just rags around Jamie's feet.
“And that's what happens when you disobey the dress code - we let you in and then strip you down!” Steve took some keys from his pocket - Jamie sighed - was this finally over? Instead Steve used the keys to unlock Slave 6.
“I like you Jamie, I really do, so I am going to help you out. I'm going to teach you to be a proper Master! But you'll be in my debt. Slave 6 come here, kneel.”
Slave 6 quickly moved to a kneeling position in front of Jamie. “Slave 6 - Jamie is to be your new Master as I train him.”
“Yes Sir!”
“But for now you are both my slaves. Slave 6 destroy Slave Jamie's underwear and then deal with this,” Steve said, squeezing Jamie's erect cock through his red Ralph Lauren shorts, lingering on the large wet spot.
“Don't worry, we'll protect your modesty.” Within seconds Steve had placed a hood over Jamie's head.
The irony of the change of positions wasn't lost on Slave 6, but he was excited that Jamie was to be his Master. He eagerly shredded the expensive boxer shorts and slipped his lips over Jamie's cock.
Dan had finished licking Drew's fingers clean. He glanced at the stage, smiling as he witnessed Jamie's jeans torn in two. Despite his own unexpected adventure this evening everything else had gone to plan. After this evening he was going to be free.
“So why didn't you warn Jamie?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why didn't you tell him he had to wear sportswear to come here?”
“Um, well, I couldn't really tell my Master what to do, could I?” Dan said unconvincingly.
[*ping* “Hi Dan, I'm in your bedroom at the moment”]
[“Jamie, what are you doing?”]
[“I'm going to cut up all your underwear.”]
[“Jamie...!”]
[“Unless your get me a new pair of jeans and a tee.”]
[“Hey – that's not fair.”]
[“You know that nice pair of Bjorn Borgs you like? Check your messages...”]
[“Aw, dude!”]
[“All of them will be like that – I expect the receipt to be forwarded to my email within 10 minutes.”]
[“You complete ---”]
Click. Jamie had rung off. Okay, thought Dan, this had gone far enough! He selected a contact from his list and made the call.
[“Hi, yeah, it's Dan - can you help me with something?”]
[“If it's worth my while. You’d be a great addition to my group of slaves...”]
[“I'm trying to get rid of a Master - not get a new one - It's not that big a favour! And anyway, I think you'll like your reward. I just need to teach him a lesson. “]
[“Hmmm. Okay, what's the plan?”]
[“You remember a couple of months ago when you punished that lad at your Club for turning up wearing jeans? You stripped him on stage, just tore his fucking clothes to shreds. I loved that! Can't remember what his name was...”]
[“Neither can I but he's called Slave 7 now.”]
[“Oh wow, hot! Anyway, I was thinking of bringing Jamie to the sportswear night… in jeans…”]
[“Ah the famous Jamie who has you under his thumb? Send me a photo of him and I'll think about it.”]
[“Okay, thanks, Steve.” He ended the call and quickly scanned through his photos before finding a selfie of him and Jamie. He sent it. A minute later, his phone buzzed and a text message arrived.]
[“Bring him this Saturday. Tell the doorman he's my piñata.” Dan smiled, Jamie wont know what has hit him!]
“Dan? Dan! Come back to me - you zoned out there!”
“Sorry, I was just thinking of something…”
“So, let's go back to the bit where you were lying unconvincingly to me. And don't do it again! You tricked Jamie didn't you?”
Dan hesitated, before deciding the best course of action when caught out was to tell the truth. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
“That's not a very nice thing to do is it?”
“Well, he wasn't very nice to me. Anyway he's enjoying it!”
“It was his right to not be nice to you - you shouldn't have lost the bet should you?”
“I guess… hang on, how do you know…”
Jamie had two thoughts in his head. The first was ‘aww fuck I've just had a blow job in public.” The second was “aww fuck, I've just had a blow job in public!”
Slave 6 tongue gave Jamie's cock one last clean before allowing it to leave his mouth. He was sad that his Master had decided to give him to someone else but he knew he would enjoy serving Jamie. He wasn't even sure how long it would be for, but that was not for someone like him to know.
Steve was smiling. It had been a great night and the crowd was cheering. He was going to have a lot of fun training Jamie. He would keep his name but he would be a slave to begin with. He looked at Jamie's naked arse and wondered how soon he would be using that. Well, he knew how soon actually.
“I am very happy you enjoyed the show, but it's nearly time for me to go and for you to, well, entertain yourselves.”
Steve liked putting on a show and every good show deserves an encore. “But before you go, I have someone I'd like you to meet. Well, some of you have seen him before… Slave 1 - where are you?”
Steve slapped his head. “It'll take me a while to get used to this… What I meant to say was… Drew - where are you?”
“I mean how do you even know about the bet?”
Drew smirked at the confusion across Dan's face; it was very much a picture. He was also pleased that he had completed the final task for his Master.
“Slave 1 - are you okay?” asked Steve after Slave 1 had returned from making sure all the other slaves were in their cages.
“Thank you for asking, Master. I, um…”
“You tire of being a Slave, don't you? You want to become a Master? It is why I have been giving you more responsibilities recently.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. Sorry Sir.”
“I saw that in you from the beginning, I knew this time might come. I have one final task for you, this Saturday. It will be difficult but I know you will succeed. Then you will be free.”
Slave 1 choked back the tears. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much for everything you have done for me.”
Steve beckoned Slave 1 over before hugging him. “I have enjoyed you and will miss you. Thank you for everything you have done for me, Drew.”
Drew’s shoulders shook as he rested his head on Steve's shoulder, and the tears flowed. Steve hugged him close as he felt his own tears on his cheek.
“Drew - where are you?”
“That's me! Come on, let's go!” Before Dan had a chance to answer he was being dragged to the stage area by Drew. “I'm here, Master! Oh damn, this is going to take a little while to get used to…!”
“Ah, Drew. Well done. I knew you wouldn't fail me! New clothes too, very nice. Much more fitting on you than that pathetic creature. So, just to get you all up to speed, this Slave...” Steve said pointing at Dan “...tried to betray his Master.”
Boos rang out from the crowd. Dan looked around anxiously, but there was no escape.
“With Drew's help, he is now here for judgement. This was the Slave formally known as One's final task for me and he is now a free man.”
A ripple of applause broke out. Steve turned to Dan. Do you agree to be judged in front of your betters and accept your punishment?”
Dan was in trouble, no way out and Drew was making sure Dan remembered who had his phone, waggling it in the air with a huge grin on his face in his direction. There was no choice, he had to play along for now; an escape would present itself at some point. It always does.
“Yes, go on then, Steve. Whatever.”
Steve handed him a sheet of paper, headed Contract of Punishment, and a pen, “Sign this so we have proof you submitted to this of your own free will.” Dan signed it, he would accept his punishment even if that meant being stripped and flogged. He just wanted this to end.
“Do you admit that you tried to betray your Master by arranging for him to be here tonight in jeans and hoping I would take Jamie as my Slave?”
“Yes.” More boos rang out.
“This is an extreme crime against your Master. A Master who stands here naked while you are clothed. Drew, Slaves, undress this criminal so his Master can use his clothes”.
Before Dan knew it he was on the deck with hands all over him. He felt his tns come off and, almost simultaneously, his trackies disappeared down his legs and the Nike tee went over his head. He was left naked on the floor, desperately trying to hide his penis from the crowd.
While this was happening Steve was releasing Jamie. A slave passed him the clothes and he noticed the wet patch on the trackies. He cast a glance at Drew who smiled sheepishly and just shrugged his shoulders.
Steve proffered the soiled pants to Jamie, “Here you go, get dressed. Sorry about the slightly damp trackies, but it is better than nothing. Slave 6 - help your Master, retrieve his trainers and socks.”
Jamie pulled on his new clothes and was as amused at seeing the naked Slave 6 run the gauntlet of hands in the crowd to retrieve his shoes, as he was angry at the trick Dan had pulled on him.
Dan pulled himself upright, covering his cock with one hand. To lose one set of clothes in a night was careless, to lose two…
“Show some respect and stand up straight. Hands behind your back!” Steve barked at Dan, who stared back at him defiantly.
“Okay, have it your way. Drew?” Drew grabbed Dan's arms and pinned them to his back. Dan was now fully exposed to the crowd who were enjoying this unexpected encore. A click later and his hands were permanently handcuffed behind his back. He pathetically tried to cover his tackle by raising his knee.
“I assume you want nothing more to do with your former Slave?” Steve asked Jamie.
“Correct - I can't trust him after tonight.” Jamie looked at Dan, on display for all to see, and felt a little sorry for his friend. While Jamie quite enjoyed being centre of attention, Dan was shy and being exposed like this would be his worst nightmare. Still, it was his doing.
“Dan. You are released from Jamie but due to your heinous crime, you forfeit your right to be a free man. I award you, your clothes and all your worldly possessions to Drew. You will no longer be called Dan. This judgement stands for the rest of your life, or until Drew decides otherwise.”
Dan's jaw dropped and he started to say ‘no’ repeatedly. Drew looked across to his former Master and mouthed ‘thank you Sir’.
Slave 6 returned from the crowd. “I'm sorry Sir, but it is all, um, wet.”
Jamie looked down at the piss and cum soaked items and immediately started to tent his new trackies, his penis touching the wet patch left by Dan. He just about stopped himself from adding to it through sheer force of will. He seriously thought about wearing his once sparkling white Nike tns, but decided he would wear the ones that had been on Dan’s feet before he was abruptly stripped. He noticed one of them was wet, but not nearly as trashed as his old ones. He inhaled deeply at the sweet smell of piss.
“It is fine, it is not your fault. You have done well. Put them on my ex-slave.”
“Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!” Slave 6 was happy that his new Master was generous. Generous and fit. He was going to give everything to serve his Master.
Jamie started to pull on what had started the evening as Drew’s sneakers, before briefly belonging to Dan, but his new slave interrupted him.
“Sir? May I do that for you?”
Jamie grinned. This one was so much better than his old slave! He wiggled his toes in happiness in the damp third-hand shoes as they were pulled on his feet.
The slave then went across to Dan and, with Drew and Steve restraining him, put Jamie’s cum and piss drenched shoes on his feet. Dan couldn’t believe this was happening and certainly did not want these cold abused sneakers on his feet.
Steve threw a couple of padlocks towards Slave 6 who nodded and fastened them through the top lace hole on each shoe, and it quickly dawned on Dan that they weren’t coming off unless his new Master allowed it.
“Jamie, are you happy to stay with me in training until you feel confident handling Slave 6 properly?”
“Yes Sir, that would be good, thank you.”
“Very good! As you will be staying with me upstairs, could Drew and his new Slave stay at your place for a time? It will give him a chance to go through Slave's former stuff and decide what happens to it.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
Dan wanted to protest but he was struck silent; he opened his mouth and nothing came out. He wasn’t in a position to argue; naked and handcuffed, piss and cum soaked shoes on his feet. Everything that was his, everything that was him just handed over to someone else in an instant. What had he done?
Steve turned to his crowd. “Well, that's it for tonight. Thanks for your support, enjoy the rest of the night and see you soon!”
He smiled a broad smile as the air filled with cheers and the sound of loud applause.
The Club had emptied and its patrons dispersed into the cool early morning air. Dan was slumped in a chair as Steve put his arm around Drew. “So whatcha going to call it?”
“Well, actually I was thinking about Slave One.”
“Ha. Well, I’m not sure if he's ever going to live up to that name!”
Drew smiled at his former master. “Thanks.” He turned to Dan and beckoning him, after a brief pause, Drew’s new slave trudged over.
“Stand up straight!”
Dan sighed and obeyed.
“Always wondered what he looked like naked. He’s not bad, is he? ” Steve said circling Dan, seemingly inspecting every part. “Lithe, decent body, nice shape.” His hands cupped Dan’s testicles causing him to twitch. Dan shut his eyes, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening.
Steve’s tightened on Dan’s balls until it forced out a yelp of pain. “If you ever disobey or upset Drew I will personally ensure these no longer work. Is that clear?”
“Yes, that’s really hurting!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir!”
Steve released his grip and started stroking Dan’s cock; to Dan’s horror he was hard again.
“Well, he looks like he enjoys a firm hand! I think you'll have some fun with this one.”
“It will have one set of work clothes and one set of casual.” Drew was looking and speaking to Steve but in reality he was speaking to his new slave. “I'll take anything else I like and the rest it will destroy, together with all its other shit - photos, letters, anything. It will be as if his former life never existed. “ Slave One stared at the ground, resigned to his fate.
“That sounds more than fair. I have trained you well. Are you keeping its hair?”
“Yeah, actually.” He ran his hand over Dan's short spiky hair and then pulled him so he was looking directly into his eyes. “It can stay, if It behaves. If not it'll get shaved off.”
“He'll be bald next week then!” interjected Jamie.
"Maybe - I think he'll be fine now though."
“Are you okay to drive? You can borrow my car to get it home if you like?” asked Steve.
“Thanks. Yeah, I only had two pints and that was hours ago. I needed to keep a clear head for your task.”
“Take care. Keep in touch okay? I'm here to help whenever you need it.”
“Yes Sir,” Drew replied with a wink before they both laughed and embraced.
“Okay, Jamie and you slaves - time to get home and to bed. Jamie you can sleep with me rather than go in the cages.”
“Thank you Sir. I'll enjoy that. Oh, hang on…” He fished around in the discarded remains of his jeans and tossed a set of keys to Drew. “I know you have his in your pocket but you may as well have my house keys as well.”
“Thanks Jamie. I really appreciate you helping me out like this. How long before I need to move out?”
“I'll let you know. It will be a while anyway. I'm a slow learner…” He gave a little knowing wink to Steve. “Just one thing though...”
“Yes Jamie, anything.”
“Just keep the place clean please...”
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