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I must have been held captive by Dave and his leather biker cousin for about three days by now. I don’t know for sure because I had no means of judging time other than the rhythm of ‘torture’ sessions and meals. Food was always the same. Cold compo bacon burgers, which I hate, cold baked beans and crumbled dry biscuits. I ate it all even though it was served in a dog bowl in my cage. I spent my time naked, in irons, locked in a small steel cage, on the floor of which was a padded mat. I couldn’t stretch out and I couldn’t stand, in fact I could barely kneel.

I remembered the US prisoners of war in Vietnam who had been kept in dog kennel sized boxes for months and even years. I felt a real sense of empathy with them. I also had a complicated steel cock cage on and my hands were enclosed in leather bags to prevent me playing with myself. So, thinking about it, even if I’d had a plate with knives and forks I couldn’t have used them. The dog bowl was slid into the cage through a horizontal slot at one end and was followed by another bowl of water. In fact I always had water but had to slide it just out of the cage when I slept to avoid knocking it over.

The bright overhead light was always on but I was always so exhausted when I was placed back in my cage that I slept immediately though never for long or deeply. My head had been hooded virtually since my arrival. The hood was made of black leather. It had pinprick holes at the eyes and nose and an open mouth. When I was being tortured a gag filled my mouth and a blindfold went over my eyes. I had actually grown quite fond of my hood and loved the smell of the leather but I hadn’t told my captors in case this luxury was taken away from me.

The door of the room opened and in walked two men, dressed head to toe in leather. I was familiar with the sight but it still never failed to turn me on.

“He’s pleased to see us. Look at his cock.”

It was true, despite days of torture my cock had begun to swell inside its cage.

“Time to come out and play.”

The cage door was opened and I backed out on hands and knees. When I was almost out, one man stood with his legs either side of me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I was made to stand. The weight of the chains pulled on my neck collar. I heard something being lifted into the room. I shuffled forward, guided by the chain joining neck to waist, to a high-backed chair made of metal, judging by the sound my irons made against it. I sat on the cold seat. My left ankle was freed and immediately pulled backwards and off the floor and strapped to the chair. This was repeated with my right leg leaving my legs wide open. The metal waist belt came off and another strap secured me to the chair back. My left hand was released from its manacle and secured behind the chair back. My right hand was similarly strapped and finally the metal collar was removed and in its place a leather collar pulled my head back against the chair.

“You’ve grown a bit of stubble and we’ve decided you need another shave.”

Limb by limb I was shaved with a dry razor. The feeling was very pleasant. When they came to shave my crotch I discovered there was no seat between my legs so they were able to release the cock cage quite easily. The razor on my sensitive cock and balls was electrifying and I rose to the occasion once more.

“He’s beginning to enjoy his stay with us. You know I really don’t think he’ll want to leave.”

To shave my arse and back, my ankles were re-strapped so that my feet were on the floor, then the top half of my body was freed and I had to stand wrists secured to ankles bent over double. When shaven, I was re-secured to the chair and the collar and hood removed. I was sitting in front of a mirror in the tiny room which held my cage and stared at the impossible image of myself, naked, shaved smooth and strapped into a fiendish ladder backed chair. I had a good few days beard and I looked haggard. Foam was applied to my face and I was shaved. It was a very peculiar feeling to look at myself whilst two black leather-clad men shaved me.

“You also need a haircut,” said CSgt Norris. “And don’t even think about complaining or the gag goes back in.”

I always have a number four on top and three at the back and sides and I was well overdue for a haircut. Anyway, my mouth was always tired after a gag so I said nothing.

The clippers went to work on the sides and I watched in horror as a number one cut emerged from beneath the shears. But what was worse was the fact that down the centre of my head they left the longer hair, giving me a Mohican. How was I going to explain that one away when I got back to work? I’d just have to have a number one all over to get rid of it. I looked like a punk but I could do nothing for the moment.

Back in my hood and bagged hands I was led next door for my next session of torture and more opportunities to guess my assailant’s name. My arms were fed down the arms of a leather straight jacket. The two groin straps and all the back straps tightened and then my arms crossed and secured. The feel of the leather on my shaved skin was fantastic. After God knows how many days of bondage I was just beginning to accept to myself that I had enjoyed being tied up.

Apart from the cum-control torture and the maggot/fly experience I had had a good time and had in fact lived out more than a couple of suppressed fantasies. I realised rose tinted glasses were being used and that I had become conditioned to my treatment. Nevertheless, my attitude to bondage had changed considerably and I was certainly ready to speak candidly to Dave Norris after this was all over. But for now I just had to survive the cum-control torture and get my captor’s name. I had already gone through over half the names on the list and so there was a good chance I would guess correctly in this session.

I was placed face down on the floor and my legs were strapped together at ankles and just above the knee. A link rope joined my ankles to the shoulder strap and was pulled very very tight. My body was forced into a severe arc. I have never felt anything quite like it. My cock sprang to attention and I gasped in pleasure. My hips were then attached to a winch and I was hoisted off the floor. Everything tightened and I nearly came on the spot.

I was left spinning with the tip of my cock just touching the floor. I began a pathetic struggle in the hope that the motion would excite my balls to orgasm but I was quickly hoisted well off the floor and set spinning and rocking again. A leather thong tightened around the base of my cock and balls and the blood throbbed in the veins, bursting to escape my cock which was bobbing up and down of its own accord.

The feeling of cold lube being rubbed over its length was fantastic and then very slowly a hand slid up and down my shaft keeping me fully erect but never coming near to making me cum. I now fantasised about cumming so often that my body was almost immune. Indeed I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be released and allowed to cum. After what seemed like an hour, a thumb and forefinger gently gripped my glans and the speed picked up. I was so close and the moan of pleasure quickly turned to frustration as all motion ceased. The gag came out and the familiar list was shown to me once more. I guessed wrong. The gag went back in and I was lowered to the floor.

The exquisite hog tie was released, and I was secured by the neck with legs spread wide, facing the mirror. I looked at the top half of my body wrapped in black leather and I liked what I saw. My shaved legs were forced apart by a spreader bar and two men clad in skin tight leathers set about teasing my cock and balls. My view was not good through the holes in the hood but I could see they both had hard-ons underneath their shiny black jeans. In between keeping me hard with fingers, feathers and lube, they would suck each others dicks through the leather. The sight was intensely erotic and again I nudged closer to orgasm. As one of them came in his jeans I almost cried from the mixture of pleasure at the sight and envy at being able to come so easily.

“You want that so badly, don’t you,” mocked Dave.

The gag came out. “What is my cousin’s name?”

“Sgt Ian Robert Ingram,” I guessed.

“At last,” said the second man, “you’ve finally got it.”

“Thank God, now please, keep your promise and let me cum.”

“All in good time,” said Dave as he applied more lube to my glistening throbbing dick. “First, you’ve got to make a decision.”

“A decision? No problem, I’ll do whatever I need to, to get relief.”

“Oh I know that. The choice is this.” His hand speeded up as he once more took my foreskin and worked it backwards and forwards over the tip of my cock. “Either you cum now, ONCE, and never see this room and we leather men again,” he rubbed even harder, “or you join our select little club and you get to have bondage sex whenever  the club, meets.” I was close now. “We’ve seen how much you’ve enjoyed watching us and even how much you’ve enjoyed the bondage. Look at today in your straight jacket hog tie. You loved it and you’re loving watching this aren’t you?”

It was true and they knew it. There was no point in denying it. His hand gripped my cock and slathered more lube on it pushing me closer and closer towards orgasm. “So what’s it to be?” I was on the verge now. “Once, or join the club?” And just on the edge he stopped. Do I cum now as every fibre of my body ached to do? Or do I delay and have what I secretly dreamed of. I hovered. A finger stroked my piss slit. My whole body clenched in ecstasy. “Now or later? This is decision time. If you pause any longer I’ll bring you off in the orgasm of a lifetime and you’ll never have the choice again.” Sgt Ingram knelt and his lips closed oh so gently around my cock. “What’s your answer?”

“Later, later, I’ll join the club.” The lips withdrew. I felt the cool air around my cock.

“You won’t regret that decision.”

But at that moment I did. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum with these two men. I wanted their leather arms to wrap me and tie me up and make me helpless. I wanted to submit and I wanted sex, now and again and again. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

They let me calm down. The bottom of the straight jacket was loosened and for what I hoped would be the last time for a while, the cock cage was secured round my cock and balls.

“I’m sorry we still can’t trust you not to play with yourself. Tonight you will meet the rest of the club members and I promise you the orgasm of your life but until then, this stays on.” The bottom of the straight jacket was re-applied and the arms loosened slightly. Just enough to allow some movement but not enough to escape or enable me to reach my cock.

“Until tonight.” A blindfold went back on cutting off the sight holes.

I was left alone. I thought for hour after hour about cumming. My cock strained in its cage as I fantasised about leather hands controlling my body. I was rarely soft all day, even when my arms began to tire of their confinement. I moved them as much as I could to ease the strain but all I really thought about was my cock and how soon it would get the release it so badly wanted; I so badly wanted.

Consequences

At last I heard a door open. My feet were released. The straight jacket came off with the cage and my cock sprang free. Nothing was said. Hands guided me through the doorway and placed me against an inclined cold metal grid. My wrists and ankles were circled by soft leather cuffs and I was gently and not too tightly spread against the grid. Still nothing was said. The hood was loosened and slid up. I looked ahead and saw a leather biker still in head to toe black leather and black helmet.

There was also a man in full combats with a black balaclava under his green beret; a man dressed as a US bike cop wearing reflective sunglasses; and a man in a full length diving suit with face mask and large rubber gloves on his hands. A fifth man walked from behind me, carrrying my hood. He was dressed like the leather masters I had seen in magazines. He wore boots, chaps and a studded leather pouch. His smooth glistening chest was wrapped in a harness, the vertical strap of which disappeared into his bulging pouch. Leather straps went round his wrists and biceps and he wore fingerless leather gloves, a leather waistcoat and a leather executioner’s hood. The sight of these five men dressed as I had only ever fantasised made my cock stir and grow.

“You wanted to join the club, then let the initiation begin.”

Five men closed on my body. I watched them and I watched myself in the mirror, bound and naked and totally helpless and loving it.

As the top of the metal grating was lifted into a vertical position, the Master approached.

“You must first accept your status within the club. You are nothing until this initiation is complete. You are ours to deal with as we see fit. You will get your orgasm but you can ask for nothing. You will speak only when you are spoken to and you will say sir before and after every reply.

“Do you understand?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Hands released my wrists and ankles.

“Put this on.”

I was handed a wide plain leather collar. I buckled it around my neck and the Master gave me a padlock which I attached locking the collar on.

Next the soldier approached and handed me my own combat boots.

“Put them on.”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

I undid the leather ankle cuffs and pulled on my boots lacing them tightly against my bare skin. I replaced the ankle restraints and the soldier gave me two more padlocks which I used to lock them on. He then took a length of green paracord from his trouser pocket and wrapped my ball sac in cord, just above the balls, pulling them down.

He stepped away and his place was taken by the cop who took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and closed one cuff around my cock and balls. He gave me two more padlocks and told me to lock the wrists restraints on. I looked in the mirror at myself in restraints and a collar and reached to touch my hard cock. The cop slapped my face and I pulled away my hand. Then he led me using the free end of the cuffs to a leather sling. Four men lifted me into the sling and each secured a limb spreading my arms and legs and leaving my arse, cock and balls totally accessible. The cop then swung the free cuff down and it too circled my cock and balls acting like a cock ring.

The diver stepped between my legs. He held a container of lube in one rubber gloved hand and dipped the middle finger of the other hand into the container.

“Tell me where you want me to put this finger.”

“Sir, I would like you to insert your finger into my arse, sir.”

The diver moved forward and very gently worked his lubed finger into my arse.

“Sir, thank you Sir.”

As the diver worked my arse, The cop moved in and tightened the ratchet on the cuffs and started to crank my dick. The soldier pulled on the paracord on my balls and began to lick and suck at them. The Master moved to my side and attached a pair of tit clamps. They were joined by a fairly weighty chain which he pulled and twisted.

The four men worked together to send wonderfully conflicting feelings to my cock, balls, arse and tits. My head dropped back and I saw the biker approach. He pulled a tight leather hood over my head. There were only holes for breathing through my nose and I breathed in leather-smelling air as the waves of pleasure swept through my body. From time to time a hand closed off my air supply and I fought and writhed trying to breathe; then it would release and I would suck in more air. All the time the hands working on me never let up. I lay in perfect darkness on my back as the master worked my nipples, the cop played with my dick, the diver rimmed and probed my arse, the soldier pulled and sucked my balls and the biker controlled my breathing and wrapped my head in his hands.

My brain could barely cope with all the inputs and it centred on the growing feeling in my groin as I moved closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel myself moving towards the edge, closer and closer until I knew I could just not stop myself from coming. The biker stopped my breathing, the cuffs clicked tighter and the pull on my balls increased. My nipples received a sharp sustained pull and the finger went deep into my arse. Right on the edge, a vibrator touched the tip of my cock and I knew I would cum at that moment. My nose was released.

I tried to breathe in and scream at the same time as my body shuddered into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My balls pumped their pent up load. On and on it went; my fingers and toes were clenched and my back arched as I came over my own belly and chest. Still the hands worked and I lost all sense of reality as I was swept along in an ecstasy of emotions and feelings. If it hadn’t actually happened to me, I would never have believed it was possible to cum for so long and so intensely.

As I climbed down, I felt hands caressing my body and my cock was being very gently coated in lube and massaged. I heard Dave’s voice through the hood.

“You’ve passed your initiation with flying colours and you’ve had your reward. For the rest of the night you will be kept in a state of constant arousal and you will cum again and again. Tonight it is your turn, but at future meetings you will have to take your share of the work and give the rest of us the benefit of your imaginative approach to bondage. We’ve had our eyes on you since you arrived in the unit and we think we’ve chosen well. You are now in our bondage club. You will eventually have to choose an image for yourself but for now – just enjoy.”

The hand on my cock changed and I felt a cool smooth rubber glove grip my shaft.

“Do you want to cum again so soon?” enquired the voice of CSgt Charlie Hughes.

“Sir, yes Sir!”

And so I joined the best club imaginable. I knew for certain now that the club within the unit consisted of the Master – Sgt Ian Ingram, Biker – CSgt Dave Norris, Cop – Cpl Chris Pitman, Diver – CSgt Charlie Hughes, and Soldier – Cpl Mike Fischer. Furthermore I knew I would become an active member very quickly. I would enjoy getting my revenge on them for their various tests, particularly Cpl Fischer for the maggots. I didn’t yet know what image I would choose for myself but I knew I could dream up some fantastic bondage for them. I had had years of dreaming; now it was to become a reality.

I returned from my reverie to hear Dave laughing.

“Happy Birthday Boss!”

The End

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