By Rubbag

My first visit to the Dominus Club had been as a player. I could say I was just trying to win back my friend Josh’s chastity, but the truth is that just like any dumb jock, I was trying to prove how good I was.

Better than Josh, better than anyone, so I thought until I lost big time.

Now, its my second time at the Dominus Club. On my knees, bound in tight rubber straps. My jaw stretched wide and aching with the ball gag my mouth is stuffed with. I would be naked, but I’m still in this fucking joke of a chastity suit. Little rubber briefs which trap my meat out of reach but always needing to, yeah the joke’s on me, a dumb fucka jock.

I don’t know why I crawled here.

I don’t know what they’re going to do.

All I know is that I’ve just got to hang in there and take it.

I look around at where I am. It looks like the sort of small changing room that any private gym might have. The rooms only got three sides, a triangle, with me kneeling near the entrance at one of the points. On each side of me are low wooden benches that get farther apart from each other as they follow the line of each wall. There is a gap of three or four feet behind each bench and then lockers against the wall, only six of them on each side. I can read some of the names on them — Tiberius, Trajan, Romulus, Claud … but they’re much larger than any lockers I’ve ever seen in a gym. Each locker is three feet wide and easily seven feet tall. They’re not made of any cheap synth steel plate shit, each one is made of polished stainless steel, real steel, real expensive. They look more like some kinda bank vault from one of the old cinema films, the type that had paper money in, they even have the round, mechanical dial on the front instead of any biometric pad. It’s only the three small ventilation slits at the top that makes them look like lockers at all.

I look back at the far wall, finding it somewhat easier to breathe now that I’m beginning to get used to the gag in my mouth. Josh is still standing there, but he’s turned to face me now, but his arms are still tied up behind his back. There is no bench along the far wall, just exercise machines, three of them where the bench would be and another six lockers behind them. The exercise machines look strange, though, like they’re only half assembled. They have some kinda strange strapping and pads hanging from them. I’m trying to figure out what they’re for when Josh catches my eye. He’s gagged, so he can’t talk. He just stares at me and then makes his eyes dart to one side and then he does it again more frantically. He looks so hot, gagged and helpless like that.

The smell of leather, and then he’s beside me.

Fuck how could I have …

There is a swishing sound, I don’t even have time to tense, and then.

My shoulder is on fire like the skin’s split open.

My jaw locks as my teeth bury themselves into the gag.

“Uuhhh!” is all I can say as I sob into the gag. I can feel tears streaming from my eyes as I fall forward, back onto all fours.

“Have I lost your attention, boy?” He places the handle of his riding crop under my chin and forces me to look up at him.

“Well, boy?”

“Have I your attention, boy?”

I shake my head and then realise my mistake as the crop vanishes from under my chin. I begin to nod my head.

And then I stop myself as I realise what I’m doing.

With more character than I thought I had, I look up and stare him straight in the eyes. Trying to ignore the raw pain of the welt across my shoulder blades, trying to keep the tears back, trying not to think of where the next blow will land.

He just stares back at me, his expression unreadable.

I can feel myself tense up waiting for the blow that must come.

And then he smiles to himself as he brings the crop back down. I wince, expecting the worse, but he only uses the handle of it to gently ruffle my hair.

“You have some spirit, Jed. I like that in a boy.”

The smile vanishes.

“But now, stay on all fours until I tell you otherwise.”

And his face becomes hard, harder than anything I’ve ever seen.

“And next time you ignore me, Jed, spirit or not, I won’t be stopping.”

He doesn’t need to say anything else, he just turns and leaves me on all fours as he walks slowly back across the room. I can see Josh’s eyes widen as the man walks towards him.

“As for you, Josh, you’re a little tell tale.”

The man’s voice with a false warmth in it.

Like a cat with a mouse.

And then he’s beside Josh, his riding crop gently rubbing across Josh’s chest.

I see Josh’s body tense up as he begins to sweat, and then I catch his eyes and see the fear there as the man walks behind Josh, putting his hands on Josh’s shoulders.

“I think we’ll pack you away for the night. Unit three, open locker number five for young Josh here.”

Without a word, the Unit that had brought Josh here opens the locker behind him. The door looks heavy, but the unit doesn’t seem to notice as it easily swings the door open on its hinges. The man, Severus, slowly walks around Josh, hand still firmly on his shoulder, forcing Josh to turn and face the open locker behind him. I can see Josh try and back up, but the man stops him and holds him firmly in place.

“Now, now, Josh, don’t get shy.”

I had thought the inside of the locker was painted, but it’s not, it’s lined in rubber, the walls, the ceiling, even the inside of the door covered in inch-long spikes of hard, vulcanised rubber.

“In you go, boy.”

The man lets go of him and takes a step back. I can see Josh starting to shake his head as he tries to back away from the locker.

There is a flash of white as the man’s riding crop whistles through the air and a crack! as it strikes Josh’s ass full on. I can hear Josh yell even through the gag as he leaps forward and stumbles, almost falling into the locker. I can see his whole body wince with the shock of being impaled on the rubber spikes inside. I can see him desperately trying to avoid them as he hops from foot to foot and I realise that even the floor is spiked with rubber. The man quickly closes the locker door behind him, and then with a noise like a ratchet turns the dial on outside of the door.

“Four hours I think will do you, boy.”

There is a soft ticking noise, but it’s not alone, there are other time locks in this room and some of the other lockers are also occupied.

“And now for you, boy.”

“Unit 3, Unit 4, prepare Jed for his Muscle Challenge.”

The two Units silently come up to me before kneeling down on one leg beside me. I look up, but I don’t even have time to react before their glasslike hands clamp around my arms and then my ankles. They rise in one fluid motion, lifting me into the air. I try and struggle a little, but it’s hopeless.

“Urm, umpth,” is all I can say through the gag as I’m carried across the room.

It’s only when I get closer to where the man, Severus, had been standing that I see the machinery that he’d been standing beside all the time. I hadn’t seen it, I’d been so busy watching Josh, but it was there all the time. Massive round chrome weights resting on the floor, attached loosely to the horizontal steel and rubber of an exercise bench. Only when I’m closer do I see the cuffs and straps that have been added to hold its user in place.

Like I weigh nothing, the two Units simply slam me down on top of the bench face down, my torso sinking slightly into the rubber surface. In moments they strap me to the bench in a kneeling position, pulling the rubber restraints until I can feel them bite into my flesh and then, then they tighten them some more. They undo my still bound arms. I try and fight back, but I’m too stiff and they’re too strong. They easily pull my arms forward and down, locking my hands around the massive dumbbells in front of me.

I want to say stop, but all I can do is shake my head frantically from side to side. I feel their cold hands on my neck, holding my head still as they lock the posture clamp around my neck, leaving, and then they let go, walking away from me, and dead ahead is the only direction I can look in. I try moving my arms, they’re not bound, but with at least a 100-pound steel dumbbell attached to each hand they’re not going anywhere. I can see them coming back towards me carrying something brown and polished between them. It’s curved, and I can make out more as they get closer. No way, no way they’re going to put a fucking saddle on me! I can feel it pass over my head and then they press it down onto my shoulders onto my back. There are few more clicks as they secure it, passing the barding under the bench, restricting my breathing. There is more movement behind me. I can’t turn to look, but I suddenly feel cool air on my ass cheeks and I realise that they’ve somehow removed two of the panels from the back of my chastity suit, somehow I know that this is not good.

I tensed up, expecting something is to happen, something bad.

I can tell that Severus is somewhere beside me.

“Unit 3, Unit 4, return to your servitor duties.”

I can’t hear their soft footsteps as they leave, only the Severus breathing close by, softly, and there in the background the tick-tick-tick of the time locks.

Then I realise that this waiting is its own form of torture.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Josh! Josh is behind one of those steel doors. I find myself thinking what it must be like for him in the dark, trying so hard to stay still. Not daring to move in case he impales himself. No, fuck, he can’t stand still in there! There are spikes under his feet. I try to imagine him in there in the dark, trying to move his feet without disturbing the rubber spikes that surround him, waiting to impale him for the slightest mistake.

I try and move. Try to help him. But I can’t. I’m strapped down too tight, too helpless, just waiting my turn. Then I hear voices, people talking as they come into the room. I can’t turn my head to see them, but I hear them ordering drinks, talking about, they’re talking about me, like a piece of meat, all I am to them.

Then I hear Severus speak again, but its not to me this time.

“Fellow Domini, enter your bets now for this month’s Muscle Challenge. And now …”

His legs come across. “Uuurrhhh,” I exhale as I feel his weight settle into the saddle, crushing my chest.

“… young Jed here will undertake a Bicep challenge, fifty clean curls without stopping and he and his friend get to cum, fail and they have to ask to come back for another chance to empty themselves …”

He said some more, but I was too busy simply trying to breathe.

“… shall we begin.”

There is a whistling sound and

“Uuurrhhh!”

My ass lights up like fire as the blow lands.

And then the next.

“Uuuurrhhh!”

And another.

“Uuuurrhhh!”

And another.

And another.

I try and writhe like an animal to get out of the way.

And more follow.

“Uuuurrhhh! Uuuuuurrhhh! Uuurrhhh!”

There is a pause, and I find myself reduced to sobbing into the gag.

I can feel him gently run his hands through my sweat-soaked hair.

“I thought you where a clever one, Jed. Haven’t you figured it out?”

Slowly I close my eyes, trying to force out the tears and then slowly I begin to bend my right arm, curling the dumbbell towards me, watching my bicep bulge under the weight. That’s one you fucker, and then the left arm, that’s two you fucker, and three … and four you fucker … and five you fucker … and six you fucker … and seven fucker … and eight fucker … and nine fucker … and … that’s ten for you, Josh.

It still feels like my ass is on fire, but I know I can do this, do it for myself, do it for Josh.

“That’s not the way it works, Jed, I do the counting, shall we start again? And Jed, I’m used to boys in gags, so I can guess what ‘uu-err’ is meant to mean.”

I can hear his riding crop swing down.

“Uuuurrhhh!”

“And One.”

And then he stopped.

“I see you haven’t got the hang of this, boy. You have to count as well. Shall we start again with the other arm?”

“And One.”

“Uurhh! .. unn …”

“Much better, boy. And Two.”

“Uuurhh! … uhh …”

“And Three.”

“Uurhh! umm …”

“Very good, boy, wait until we get to the big numbers.”

“And Five.”

The pain just built up and up until it became part of me as natural as breathing.

“And Twenty Six.”

“And Twenty Seven.”

I became like an automaton responding to his voice.

But somewhere I held on counting as well.

“And Forty Two.”

“And Forty Three.”

Knowing in some animal way that I was close.

“And Forty Nine.”

“And Fifty.”

“uhh … uhh … uhh … uhhhh …”

“Why have you stopped, Jed, it’s fifty with each arm. I’m afraid we’ll have to start again.”

I didn’t fight against him. I knew he was right to start again.

“And One.”

“Uuhhh! Umm.”

“And Two.”

My body failed at seventy. I can remember being taken off the bench but nothing more until I woke up face down in my own bed, Josh sitting opposite wearing only his chastity suit, his body covered in small, round bruises.

“Jed, didn’t I warn you that they’d make you do things?”

It took two weeks for Josh’s bruising to heal and for me to sit down again.

 

***

 

Both Josh and me have had to admit that we’re boyfriends now. I don’t know who said the gay word first, but that’s what we are. Most of our time we spend either in the gym pumping ourselves up or in the apartment lying together in bed stripped down to our chastity suits, holding each other in our arms.

That was when I told Josh that I loved him.

He rolled me over onto my back and said as he put his lips on mine.

“And I’ve always loved you,” he said, and then we were officially an item.

It would have been the happiest time of my life if it hadn’t been for these fucking chastity suits that we were still being forced to wear. There were brief moments when I was even grateful to them for bringing Josh and me together. But the pressure had just kept building. I hadn’t cum in more than six weeks now. Not even a fucking wet dream in all that time. Just what seems like a permanent erection stuck in there and a constant need to fuck to go with it. We had promised each other that we wouldn’t try and contact the Club, wouldn’t try and go there before the end of the month. Josh had been in chastity longer, but he was handling it much better than me. I was beginning to lose it. I was so frustrated that I would lie in my own bed staring at the ceiling with tears flooding down my cheeks. I even punched a few holes in the wall. I could see how upset and helpless Josh felt seeing me fall apart. I had made Josh hide the phone from me at the start, and now he had to listen to me beg him for it, begging him to phone the club, hearing me start to break down and whine like some little cum addict.

I woke staring at the ceiling with an erection as usual. I could tell there was something wrong even before I had rolled over to look at him. His bed was empty. I got up, wide awake now, turning on the room light. Then I see right next to me left there by Josh an old fashioned hand written card covered by his unpracticed scrawl.

Jed it’s my fault.

I got to 260 yesterday.

I’m back in the game.

One more go and I’ll get you out of this.

I sat on his bed and waited, wondering how he could have been so stupid, but knowing he had done it for me. I was still waiting as the sun came up. He’d still not come home.

I spent the morning staring at the door thinking that each sound I heard from outside might be him. I tried to be optimistic, to tell myself that everything would be ok. I logged onto the television and watched old TV programs from the last century in low res thinking about what I could do if he didn’t come back. Who could I tell? He’s an adult, it will be another day and half before I could even report him missing to the police. And what would I say? How can I say that we’ve been into some kind of fetish place, secret meetings. Fuck, does it even count as gambling if no money actually changes hands? And the thought of telling any one else, the Dean, shit, my family, just makes me feel like being sick.

I can’t do it.

I can just wait.

He’ll be ok.

He’ll be back.

I was hungry. I ate a ready meal, trying not to look at the time. I even cleaned the fresher and then the kitchen. I even weighed myself — 256 pounds —but that’s with this fucking chastity belt suit brief fucking thing on. It was eight in the evening when I decided that the next morning I’d have to go to the Dean’s Office and just say what I could, no matter how crazy it sounded.

Beee.ep … Beee.ep …

Somewhere by the window.

Beee.ep … Beee.ep …

Josh’s desk.

Beee.ep … Beee.ep …

But not … not anywhere.

Beee.ep … Beee.ep … on top.

Not in the draw. Beee.ep … Beee.ep … paper pen Beee.ep! … Beee.ep!

and then underneath

BEEE.EP! … BEEE.EP!

taped to the desk

BEEE.EP! … BEEE.EP!

bottom of the desk

BEEE.EP! …BEEE.EP!

The phone, the club phone.

BEEE.EP! …BEEE.EP!

In an envelope.

BEEE.EP! … BEEE.EP!

Taped there, scotch tape, which I rip off.

BEEE.EP! …BEEE.EP!

The cell phone for the Club. BEEE.EP! …BEEE.EP! with only the number 6 lit. BEEE.EP! …BEEE.EP!

Which I press as I put the phone next to my ear.

BEEE …

And silence as it connects.

“Josh?”

And nothing

“Josh?”

And then in the hiss of the receiver, someone breathing, someone listening, I …

“Josh is going to be controlled.”

The voice is not his.

It’s older, deeper, cold and calm. I feel a shiver along my spine.

“What …” is all I manage, and then repeated.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that Josh is going to be controlled now. Everything he does, every thought, every feeling, every movement will be controlled.”

“Wait, how?”

“Do you want to be controlled. Jed?”

“What?”

“It’s a simple question, Jed. Do you want to be controlled?”

I don’t know why, but I can feel myself getting hard again. Getting hard, but as always with nowhere to go. Feeling my breathing deepen as I listen to his voice, my free hand nursing my erect nipples as I press the cell phone deeper into my ear.

“It feels good, Jed.”

I can feel how good my body is.

“It feels good to be controlled, Jed.”

Feeling the smooth rubber, the rubber of my chastity needing so much to get out, to fuck to be fucked.

“No, wait.”

“No!” I realize I’m standing here in the middle of the floor wearing some pervert’s rubber fetish briefs, thinking of ..

“That is a shame, Jed. Josh will miss you.”

I can feel myself back to normal. It’s an act. He’s trying to slowly freak me out.

“What have you done to Josh?”

“Josh has lost heavily on 24/7 poker.”

“24/7?”

I spin round with the phone in my hand.

“What does that mean?”

“Jed, 24/7 is I believe a common enough expression. In this case it means that if Josh’s outstanding debts are not settled by midnight he will become the property of the Dominus Club.”

I simply froze and stood there, trying to take in what that simple sentence meant.

“But … but … that can’t be legal, I mean it’s not right.”

But I can also feel my mind getting into gear, thinking of some way out of this mess.

“How much does he owe?”

“$240,000, in cash.”

“$240 000!” I can’t stop myself from saying it.

“There is no way I can pay that, man, there’s got to be some other way.”

“There is, Jed.”

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

“Do what, Jed?

“Aren’t you go to ask me to wager myself to win back Josh’s freedom?”

For the first time I can see where this is going.

“You’re a smart boy, Jed, I like that.”

And I can feel a plan beginning to form.

“Don’t I get a name? After all, you know mine.”

And for the first time I get the sense that he’s hesitating.

“You may call me Augustus.”

I have to see if I can goad him further.

“So that’s not Dominus, is it?”

“Oh, you’ll have plenty of time to call me Dominus later, Jed.”

But I can tell he’s not biting.

“I agree.”

There’s no way I can go through with this.

“I agree I’ll wager my freedom. If I lose I belong to you, if I win I get Josh back, both of us free of any debt to you.”

They’re too dangerous.

“And you can choose what we wager on.”

“Ah, the impetuousness of youth. I agree to your terms, Jed.”

I’ll go and see the Dean and we can get the police. There will be a pick-up point.

“What about the pick up? Where will it be?”

The police can follow that fucking limo straight back to Josh.

“Don’t you want to know what the wager is, Jed?”

I’ll have to show the Dean everything, the chastity suit.

Not that I see them much now, but God knows how I’ll explain all this to my parents.

“Eh, the wager?”

“Stay away from the Club for a day.”

What, wait.

“Say again?”

I press the phone tighter into my ear, unsure of what he’s just said.

“Stay away … from the Club … for a day.”

There is a bitter taste in my mouth. I look down in surprise at the white cloud of powder that’s come from the phone’s mouthpiece.

“Don’t worry, Jed, arrangements have already been made to have you picked up.”

Too late, I drop the phone. I try to cry out, but my throat is already numb. I turn and stagger towards the door, my limbs already growing weak as my vision begins to darken, coming in like a tunnel, and then the room fades out.

I feel like I’m floating.

I begin to fall.

Drifting towards the floor.

and …

 

To be continued …