Finally, I had counted to sixty, and was reaching for the door knob when I heard, "Fucking faggot." I saw a reflection of a guy about 30, with a short hair cut and frayed collar. I swallowed, turned the knob, pushed it open, and was assailed by the smell. The place was redolent with leather.
I saw Sir standing over by a counter. I moved up beside him and took up the position. The clerk was explaining, "Yes, we can fit him here on the spot, with almost anything in the store."
As I stood there, I realized that there were several other customers in the store. I saw a couple of men looking over leather coats. And there was a man that seemed to have a boy with him. They were looking at the various types of whips on a wall. The boy wore a tank top, very short denim shorts, and black sturdy leather boots. His head was shaved and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
I stood there with my hand entwined behind my neck, lowering my eyes to the proper level, and waited.
I felt someone pull on the flap on my ass. They must have seen the tattoo or something, because they laughed.
"He needs a good leather harness; a full body harness," Sir told the clerk.
"Yes, Sir," the clerk said. "Right over here."
He led Sir over to a wall that had an assortment of leather straps and metal rings. Sir went through several of these and found one that he seemed to like. "This one for him," he told the clerk.
"I'll need his measurements, Sir," the clerk said.
"Certainly." He turned towards me and said, "Strip, boy,"
I had become so used to these instructions now that I complied before I really realized what I was doing.
Once again, I was standing naked in a public place. All of the guys, except the boy, came over and began to touch me everywhere. I stood there as they put their fingers in my crack and then invaded my ass. Another had his hand around my dick, and another hand was on my balls.
Nothing happened for a while; I was pawed over by all of the men. When I was rigid and shaking with excitement, Sir said, "Let's get on with the measurements."
The other's backed off a bit, but stayed to watch me being measured. The clerk, a skinny guy with lots of tattoos on his arms and a long scraggly mustache, came over with a tape measure and grabbed my dick and held it while he measured the length and announced it to the room. Then he measured the circumference. I blushed as he announced the number. "That's nice, but I need him soft to fit him for the harness," the clerk said.
Sir said, "Flick your balls, boy." Everyone looked over my shoulders and at me as I gripped my ball sack tightly in my left hand and rapidly flicked each ball hard with my right thumb and forefinger.
As I groaned and the pain shot up from my balls to my stomach, my dick deflated. I had done it harder than I had ever done it before, and my stomach was flipping and I thought I would throw up.
But the clerk laughed, along with a couple of the guys watching, as he went about measuring the circumference of the base of my dick and balls; then my waist, chest, arms, crack, etc. He made it a big deal while he did it, and make me contort and expose myself more and more.
I had to turn around, so I was facing all of the guys. And when I had to bend over, I had to bend so my crack was open for all to see. I was beginning to get hard again, which only caused them to laugh more.
When he was done, he went into the back room, leaving me there with all the men staring at my body. Sir didn't seem to be concerned that they opened my mouth and looked inside, pulled on my nipple rings, smacked my ass, or twisted my balls. I had to stand there with my hands behind my back while being mauled by these men.
After a bit, the clerk came back with a set of straps. I again had to deflate my dick by flicking. Then the clerk manhandled me getting the harness on. "Stick your arms here; stick you left leg here; hold still while I get this around your cock and balls." He didn't seem to care as he forced my balls and dick through the same loop and, once again, my stomach was shot with this pain.
When I was done, he stood me up and made some adjustments. "Walk around, boy. I want to see how it rides on you," Sir said. I moved away from the group of guys around me and walked around the shop. I hadn't realized that there was one big window on the side of the store that faced the street. The aisle I was walking went right passed it.
I knew I was not to hurry past this area or to cover myself. My heart started racing as I approached the window. I tried not to look out the window, sort of like 'if I can't see them, then they can't see me.' But I did see a couple standing there looking in the window. They saw me and looked up.
The girl put her hand over her mouth, laughed, and stared. The guy seemed to look me up and down. I finished walking the length, turned around, and walked back to Sir. The woman was saying something to the man, but he seemed not to hear as he continued to stare at me.
When I returned to Sir, the clerk showed me how the strap that went through my crack could be removed, and showed Sir how a butt plug could be attached. A chill ran up my spine as I thought about wearing this in public some place, as I knew I would have to.
Sir had me walk the length of the aisle again, enjoying exposing me to the sidewalk and the other customers. By the time I returned, and the customers had once again poked and prodded me, I was hard.
The other boy was summoned and made to strip. I wondered if the man felt he was being outdone with what Sir was having me do. The man went to the wall of whips, selected a couple, and brought them over to the counter. "Lean on the counter, boy," the man said.
The boy leaned over the counter. There were some welts on his ass. The man hauled his arm back and brought the whip down with full force across the boy's ass. The boy flinched, but didn't cry out. Then the man did it again, and still the boy didn't cry out. I looked at his face. He had his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, so that I saw the outline of his jaw. He drew in noisy breaths between clenched teeth.
The man switched to a strap and used it with extreme force. The boy let a whimper escape between his tight jaw. I saw a line of red appear on his ass. The man repeated the process three more times, with apparently more force each time, until the boy cried out. Blood now trickled down his ass and onto the backs of his legs.
"You will be punished for crying out, boy," the man said. Sweat beaded up on his forehead. He took all the boy's clothes and gave them to the clerk. "Will you throw these away, please?"
As the clerk took the clothes and put them under the counter, the boy's whole face just collapsed. I could feel the shame he was feeling; he felt he had let down his Master, and he was now going to be paraded around naked, and the with the belt marks on his ass. And then there were the welts, bruises, and blood there now, too. I didn't envy him at all.
I felt a shiver run up my spine. I felt lucky that Sir didn't treat me that way. Or at least he hadn't so far.
Sir seemed to ignore what went on, and spoke to the clerk. "I need to try out a few things in the back room." Sir didn't wait for an okay. He told me to follow him, and I walked past the clerk and the other customers through a door into a darker room. Sir closed the door, but I didn't hear him lock it.
"You need to experience something for tomorrow night, boy," he said, lifting my chin so I would look him in the eye. "There is a good set here, so you can get the feel of it before you have it done to you in front of a bunch of strangers, boy."
I wondered why he was allowing me a trial run, so to speak. He went to a cabinet and brought out a box and some wires. Then he got out some lube, opened the box, and plugged it in.
He had me get up on a table on all fours. The strap had been removed from between my legs. Then he moved around some items on the table, and I felt him push something at my hole. I relaxed, as I had been taught, and he pushed it in. It was cold, but not any larger than anything else I had experienced.
He moved around behind me and fiddled with something. Then I felt the jolt of electricity in my ass and nearly jumped off of the table. "Easy, boy," Sir said. "The voltage will cycle up and down. I only have it on the second setting right now. Five is the maximum, and you will definitely feel that one."
I could hardly stand what was going on in my ass right now; I couldn't imagine a five. I bit my lip, because I didn't want to beg him to turn it off.
My cock started dripping all on its own. The cycles were going up and down, and almost simulated a fucking. I heard a click and then felt the higher voltage; I gasped! Fuck! That hurt! A moanish-whimper escaped my mouth. "Quiet, boy, or I will give you something to scream about!" His voice was stern, but not angry.
I arched my back and moved a bit, trying to move away from the pain. "Can you imagine that in your ass for hours and hours, and the setting being moved up every half hour, until it reaches 5?"
"No, Sir," I said breathlessly.
He gave a good natured laugh and added, "And I know one man that managed to override the safety and got up to a setting of 10 for his boys." He rubbed my ass as I clenched it against the invasion. "His poor boy couldn't be on solid food for 2 weeks, while the burns healed."
The thought made me sick.
He turned it off and I sighed. He brought over some other rings and wires. Then he slid a ring over the head of my cock, and attached some wires to my nuts.
He patted me on the ass. I heard the switch click, and felt the jolt through my groin. "Aghhh!" I cried out, and then clamped my mouth shut. Everything was on fire! My cock was throbbing, bobbing, and leaking.
"Quiet, boy!" Sir said, and smacked my ass. I flinched, and the voltage swirled through me.
He turned it up a notch, and my cock began to spasm and then shoot. He was controlling my cum! The sensations washing over me were so foreign and wild. And my dick just kept going. Once I finished cumming, my cock remained hard and pulsing, and I wondered how many times he could make me cum this way.
"Ah!" I screamed, and then squeezed my mouth shut as he had ratcheted it up another notch. I clenched my jaw at the pain, and felt the cycle go down. I breathed through clenched teeth and, when it reached its peak, I couldn't help myself. "Please, Sir!"
He laughed and patted my ass. "So you like it, boy?" He held my balls in his hand and applied pressure. "Shall I turn it up another notch?"
"NO, Sir!" I said, and then remembered, "Whatever you want, Sir!" I hissed, and the fear was clear in my voice.
My cock spasmed again, and I began to shoot another blast across the top of the table. I gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure. "I saw a boy climax 10 times in an hour one time. The last 4 were without any cum, but you could see it in his face and his body when it happened."
He laughed again. "Maybe we will have to see if we can break that record with you, boy!"
I didn't trust my voice; I could only nod.
The current was cut, but I still felt the tingling of the electricity through my groin. I trembled and clenched my ass around the thing inside me. I realized that sweat was dripping off of me, and then my whole body shivered. I thought I might be sick.
"Boy, you should feel grateful that I let you experience that a little before tomorrow night. Tomorrow, you will be in front of dozens of people when it happens. And I want you to make me proud, boy. I know you can handle it!" He rubbed my ass again, and then patted me on the back. I felt a whirl of emotions once again.
I wanted to make him proud of me! But I trembled at the thought of going through that again for a long period of time.
"Okay, get up, boy. We have to be going to get you ready for this evening." I had no idea what he was talking about. I climbed off the table, tried to stand, and I was unsteady. He grabbed my harness and held on to me. It was strange to have on the leather. I loved the smell, but it felt strange; incased, but not tight, yet loose at the same time. Metal rings circled my nipples and behind my cock.
A tight band around my waist, and crisscrossing my chest, confined me. I was still shaking when pointed to the table, "Clean it up, boy." I looked and saw my cum spread in ropes and drops on the table.
I moved over and licked the table clean. I was getting to enjoy the salty nectar, regardless of whose it was. I stood up, and Sir was standing by the door. He opened it and led me out into the store again.
"Thank you; it worked out fine," Sir said.
"I didn't hear any screaming," the clerk said with a smile, looking at me. I lowered my gaze and saw my dick was still cum slick. There were now more customers in the store, including the man and his boy with the welts still on his ass.
Sir attached the strap to the ring around my balls, grabbed a butt plug from the counter, pushed it into my ass, and then pulled the strap over it and connected it to the belt at my back. I grunted quietly as he pushed it all the way in with one push. I was still lubed from the electric dildo.
The customers gathered around to watch. Then I felt hands all over me again. I couldn't get used to being so molested and available to these men. There was nothing that was off limits it seemed. Sir stood back and let them at me.
Again, my nipples were tweaked, twisted, and the rings pulled. The plug was pushed deeper into my hole, and my dick and balls were wickedly twisted and squeezed. I tightened my jaw and fought not to make any noise. I knew Sir was watching me for my response.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations flowing over my body. There seemed to be hundreds of hands on me once again. I shivered, twitched, and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping at the manipulations of parts of my body.
Finally, Sir said, "Put on your clothes, boy." I put on my ragged jeans, t-shirt, and slip-on shoes. Sir then led me out of the store, while the man with the naked boy followed us. The boy was shaking as he approached the open front door of the shop.
I didn't see the boy, but I heard, "Get your ass out here and follow me, boy." The man growled that and added, "And then not only will you be beaten when we get home, but you will walk all the way home naked on a leash behind me. Do you understand, boy?"
I heard a faint, "Yes, Sir," and then we were too far away. I shivered at the thought of having to walk along this public sidewalk, naked, in the middle of the day. I followed Sir back to the van and waited until he opened the van and told me to get in.
He opened the door and then said, "Strip, boy." I followed his instructions, wondering if there was someone around. I was still hard from all the fondling and prodding, as I dropped my pants and pulled off my t-shirt. I wondered if I had been naked more than I had been dressed today, and how many times I had stripped.
"Good, boy. Now climb in the van." I felt awkward in the leather harness as I moved and climbed in.
As he drove back to the house, I thought about the sensations the electricity had caused in my body. My prostate still seemed to tingle, and the plug seemed to increase that feeling.
My hole clinched tight around the plug, as I thought about that happening in front of a bunch of strangers tomorrow night. And I wondered what was in store for this afternoon. He had alluded to something.
Back at the house, he pulled the van into the driveway, stopped the car, got out, and then opened my door. "Get out, boy," he said. I got out nervously, wondering, again, if there was someone around that would see me naked. My cock flexed, showing off, I supposed.
He led me to the house and through to the kitchen. He then took me outside to relieve myself, and back inside for lunch. Mrs. H. came over and put a bowl in front of me. I blushed, because she was seeing me in the harness, and I wondered why that was more embarrassing than being naked.
I looked at the bowl. It looked something like Hamburger Helper. I didn't see a spoon or fork to eat it with. I guess she saw me looking around for the utensil, because she said, "Use your fingers, if you want to eat."
I nodded a thank you and scooped up some food. I realized, after the first bite, that there was meat, but lots of vegetables, some grain, and a bit of cheese in it. It was good, but nothing that I had tasted before, and it was certainly better than the kibble I had been given recently.
I started gobbling it down, until she said, "Slow down, you don't want to get sick again, do you?" I blushed and slowed down. "Besides you don't want to eat too much, as you will have your workout after lunch."
I wondered how everyone knew my schedule except me. But, then again, I really didn't need to know. I just had to do it.
I slowed down and ate and, as I did, I thought again about how my life had changed. Or should I say, was changing. As I sat at my kiddie chair in the kitchen, naked, and eating food with my fingers while people, including a woman, walked around me.
I would have moments like this when it would all come crashing down on me, and I would get despondent and worry about my sanity. Then I would look at the opposite side about how much I was turned on, and how having someone else in control made my life so much easier. And I was beginning to want to please Sir, in everything I did.
These mental battles would rage on in my head. I would end up thinking, 'I didn't have any choice now, and I just had to do it.' It was only a year, and the money would pop into my head, and then all the sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, restraints, and bondage would come tumbling in, and my dick would get hard, and all I could think about was sex, sex, sex and more sex!
I ate lightly, knowing what my typical workout was now comprised of. After lunch, I was again led outside, and then sent to the exercise room. Trevor knew that I had just finished lunch, so he had me on the treadmill, walking for the first 30 minutes to let my lunch settle and for me to get warmed up.
He then put me through my stretching exercises, and began to push me harder and harder. There were lifts, squats, and sit-ups, and more. It went on for more than an hour, and I was exhausted by the end of the time.
He sent me off to soak in a hot tub for 10 minutes. Then he gave me an enema, which never ceased to embarrass me. Once I had gotten rid of everything twice, while he supervised, I was allowed to shower and touch up, removing any hair. .
Once I was finished showering, he told me to apply lube liberally to my hole. I once again reddened as he watched to make sure I applied enough. I was then sent off to meet Sir.
I met him downstairs, and he looked me over as he ran a hand over my body. He inspected me thoroughly, checking for stubble, I guess. I shivered at one point, from his touch, and I heard a faint chuckle.
He put the plastic cage over my cock and balls, restraining them. Then he handed me a pair of gym shorts, a t-shirt, and flip flops to put on. I dressed. It wasn't any lewd or exhibitionistic garb like I usually wore; just normal college gym wear.
"I am taking you someplace this afternoon. You will be used for the entertainment of many men. You are to do anything and everything they ask, no matter what. They will have the key to your chastity device, and may decide to unlock it at some point, but that is up to them if you cum or not." He paused to let that sink in.
"I will receive a full report on your performance. And know that you will be severely punished if you fail to comply in any manner. Do not disappoint me, boy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, without hesitation. I didn't want to disappoint him, but I was nervous about what was planned. The words "many men" and "do anything and everything" scared me shitless (not that I had any shit left!).
"Good, boy," he said, and then led me upstairs. When we left by the front door, I expected to be taken to the van. Instead he walked me down the street. I nervously followed behind him as expected. I wondered if I was going to have to do something in public, out on the street or something. My guy tightened as I walked.
When we stopped in front of the Frat house, my stomach did clench up and threaten to rebel. My breathing became rapid as he said, "Go up to the door and knock. They are expecting you. They will release you at the appropriate time and give you additional instructions. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, and tried to calm the nervous tremor that ran through my body.
He patted me on the ass and said, "Take a deep breath, boy, and relax. You might even enjoy it, although that is not why you are here."
I took a deep breath, and then had to remind myself to release it as I climbed the steps. I took a couple more deep breaths while I wondered if he was still on the sidewalk watching me.
Finally, I stepped forward and knocked on the door. My heart was racing as I waited. I was on my own at this house again. I remembered the remarks they had made the last time.
The door opened to a very athletic looking frat holding a beer and looking like he already had several. He beamed when he saw me, and I was struck by how masculine he looked with the blond hair, angular face, and strong jaw. The arms that held the plastic beer cup, and that held the door, were well muscled, and the veins were prominent that coursed their way along his arms. His t-shirt was stretched tightly across a well developed chest. He looked like the all-American quarterback. All this I took in while he swung open the door, smiled, and said, "It's the box boy!"
I felt sweat run down from my arm pit on my right side. "Come in. Everyone is just about ready for you!" he said, in an expansive way, as if I knew the purpose of this visit.
I entered, waited while he closed the door, and looked around at the house. There was laughing, and music carrying through the house. "My name is Thomas. I am the pledge master for this frat. Now that you are here, we can get onto the next phase of the initiation." Again, he spoke as if I knew what my purpose was for being here.
"Follow me," he said, and sauntered down the hall. As I followed, watching his tight ass flex in his gym shorts, he said, "It still amazes me that he can get a guy every year to do this for us. I really can't believe that you would allow this. But, man, it really makes the initiation fun!" He laughed as if he could already picture what was coming.
My heart started pounding again as I followed him. My mind was torn between drinking in his masculinity, and worrying again about what "box boy" meant.
He opened a door and led me down a flight of stairs, that I remembered led to the basement. This was the source of all the noise and music.
As he reached the bottom steps, he waived his arms and the music stopped. He walked over to a stage along one wall. There was a large leather backless seat there. I followed him up on stage. There was a lot of laughter and words whispered between guys as I stood there facing them. There must be at least 75 guys there.
"Okay, you pledge scum; it is time for another step in your initiation. You have passed several tests so far, but this is a crucial one. As you know, our frat only wants MEN in it. And men that are not afraid to prove they are men."
A group of guys were being pushed to the front of the crowd. These must be the pledges. They all wore white t-shirts and briefs. and each hand held a cup of beer. There were probably 20 of them.
"So now, you must show your brothers what kind of man you are. A man is a guy that will take sex wherever he can, and perform like the man he is."
There was rousing approvals of this from the men surrounding the pledges.
"So, in front of all your brothers, you will probe that." He turned to me and said, "Strip, boy." I swallowed the fear in my throat and pulled off my t-shirt. Then I hooked my thumbs into the shorts and pushed them down. I stepped out of them, and my flip flops. I picked up my shorts and put them with my t-shirt.
There was a roar of laughter and pointing, as the guys saw the cage around my dick. I fought the blush that I knew was rising on my face.
"Each of you slime crawling toads will approach the stage, strip, and prove your manhood by fucking this guy until you cum. Your climax will be proof of your ability to have sex for sex sake. To this end, you must remove your dick from his ass and shoot for us, without any assistance from your hands."
There were catcalls and laughter as each of the pledges digested what he had just said. They looked at each other embarrassingly. And I am sure that they were wondering who would go first.
"AND ..." he continued on, "You will each have a maximum of five minutes to reach your goal. So those of you that are not first, you might want to get yourself ready." There was much laughter to this.
"So scum-suckers, strip!" he ordered. Again an uproar of laughter from the watching men.
The pledges scurried to get undressed. I understood why, when the last one to undress was called forward for discipline. He was called on stage, told to assume the position, which meant that he got down on his knees, with his elbows on the floor and ass in the air.
Thomas produced a large paddle with the letters of the frat carved into it. It hit me then that his name was Thomas, and that was my name, although I always went by Tom. I hadn't heard my name in so long, I hadn't thought about it until then.
Thomas delivered 4 resounding swats to the upturned ass. Each time, the pledge said, "Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?"
His ass was bright red when Thomas finished. Thomas told him to stand. The guy stood and, as he turned around, he tried to hide his cock. Thomas batted his hands away with the paddle, and there was much laughter at his swelling cock.
"Since you were last to undress, scum, you will be the first to prove your manhood."
The color drained from his face, and that brought a roar of laughter. Thomas went on, "What position do you want him in, shitbag?"
The kid mumbled something, and Thomas told him to speak up. "On his hands and knees, I guess." Again, the razzing and laughter.
"Oh, you like "doggie" style," Thomas said, further embarrassing the guy.
Thomas directed me up onto the leather seat on my hands and knees. I looked out at the guys, and saw the looks of incredulity from them that a man would do this. My face warmed, and I felt the humiliation, and with that came the sexual rush I was beginning to experience with it. I felt my cock try to swell against the cage.
The man climbed up behind me, stroked his cock several times, and began to press against my hole. The razzing and laughter grew louder as he attempted to push into me. It was like he didn't want to touch me as he did it.
I whispered to him, "Relax. You'll do fine!" Why I was assuring him, I had no idea. I felt the now familiar pressure on my hole. I pushed out to allow him entrance. I heard him moan as he began to slide in. Once he was in, I clamped down on his dick.
I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling, which for a moment washed out the jeers and catcalls.
Then I mentally shook my head and thought, 'This is going to be a long night!'
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