By slavebladeboi

They walked awkwardly along the path that ended at the road. Joey, his hoodie pulled down to hide the blindfold, pushing his bike with his right hand whilst Jack held and guided him, pushing the other bike with his spare hand. At the junction Jack leaned the bikes against the fence.

“Listen to me. We don’t have much time. I’m telling you, not asking you. Trust me.” Jack said this as a command. “You won’t come to any harm, you’ll be back here in about 30 minutes, just do as you’re told. Don’t panic and think about your answers. I swear, you’re safe. Now. Stand still.”

He reached into his backpack and, grabbing Joey’s wrists, swiftly cuffed them behind his back. Jack stepped back, looked at the figure in front of him, leaned in and gave him a long hard kiss.

“And that’s a promise.”

Joey got his breath back and rocked slightly on his heels as the power of Jack’s deep kiss sent waves of electricity through his spine and into his crotch where his cock desperately tried to find a way out of its prison.

“One last thing.” Jack fitted a canvas hood over Joey’s head and pulled the cord semi tight round his neck. “Breathe OK?”

“Yeah, but ..”

“No buts. Can you breathe ok?”

“Yeah. Jeezus! What the…”

The sound of a vehicle approaching stopped any further words. The car stopped close to Joey and a man got out. No words were spoken.  He felt hands grabbing him and guiding him forward, bending his head and easing him into a seat. The belt was pulled across his chest and a door slammed shut. He felt the car begin to move.

The man’s voice was calm, pleasant. “I presume you can hear me, Joseph?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Good, but for future reference it’s Yes Sir.” Joey felt a strong hand rest on his left thigh. “Now, I want you to listen, not speak. You can ask questions when I’ve finished. Until then just listen carefully and don’t interrupt. What I’m about to say to you I’ll only say once. You won’t get a second chance so take your time and think. I know the person whom you know as Jack has given you the outline of our, shall we say, organisation, and I also know what you’ve said to him. Yes, he’s wired. We take no chances. What we, the group I’m representing this evening, are offering you is a chance to take part in our activities.”

The man removed his hand. “Bend over towards me please.” Joey felt some movement and something drop over his head and around his neck. “That’s a small chain. On the end of it is a small key. It fits your chastity cage. It’s yours no matter what decision you make this evening but be careful. That cage is titanium, very expensive and that’s the only key. Lose it while you’re wearing the cage and, well, I expect your imagination will stretch to that. We use chastity devices like cards of introduction as we find they tend to get prospective employees like you to, at least, listen to our proposals.” Joey felt the man’s fingers gently stroke across his jeans above the metal rings he was now straining to get out of.

In the complete darkness Joey’s mind was racing. He was both thrilled, mentally exhausted and relieved that one promise was made good. He heard the man’s voice again and felt the hand rest on his thigh for the second time.

“You know we have custom built premises; you’ve seen a small part of them. I think you’ll be impressed at their overall extent just as we were with your stamina. I have to say that, for a young man, you are particularly talented in that department.  You know basically what we do and we also both know we very much enjoy these mutual areas of interest.

Jack has mentioned money. We plan to be as fair with you as everyone we deal with. The videos and photographs earn us various amounts of money, you get a percentage of that ranging from 2 or 3 to perhaps 10 or more depending upon what you’re willing to take and how long for. We will have agreed limits which we can discuss in the future. And make no mistake, even small, single figure percentages can be many times what you’re earning now at Da Silvo’s Wholefood store. You’ll also experience as much pleasure as pain. We’re certainly not ‘gang members.’”

Joey blushed inside his opaque cocoon remembering his outburst earlier.

“Maybe once or twice a month to start with. We won’t impinge on your studies, but you’d probably be better off losing your job at that store, and just as an act of good faith you’ll find a nominal amount has been deposited in your bank account in appreciation of your, hmmm, perhaps audition is the best term?”

“So, that’s the outline of our offer. Before you ask anything I want to reassure you we keep our word. If you reject this offer, and that’s totally fine, then you won’t see or hear from us ever again. You’ll be dropped back to where we picked you up and that will be that. Accept, and we will be in touch at a later date. Any questions?”

Joey’s mind went blank. He didn’t know wh… oh yes! The photo.

“Yes Sir, I have one question. Jack mentioned a photo that I was supposed to have received and didn’t. I’m not happy about my face being seen in a bondage pic by some random stranger.”

“No Joseph. Nor are we. Our customers are vetted and our security is normally a lot better than that. Rest assured we are looking into it.”

The strong hand patted Joey’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Jack was very lax. There will be some discipline involved in his future. Come to think about it you may like to contribute to it. I think that might be of interest to several of our clientele. However, may I ask that we keep this information between ourselves. No need for Jack to have to worry about it. Yet.” The hand squeezed again.

“Oh, and one last thing.  If you agree to this proposal you will be expected to be blindfolded at wherever we choose to meet you and you will never see the faces of any of our members. But, you are free to leave at anytime in the future as long as we have sufficient warning so as not to cause difficulty with our planning.  Anything else before we return?”

“No Sir.” Joey stared into the blackness that was his world at that moment. He knew what he wanted to say but he still wasn’t sure, or sure enough to feel safely sure. Then the feeling he got from that kiss flooded back and he jumped in with both feet.

“Thank you, Sir, I’d like to give it a go.” He felt an even stronger squeeze and a pat on his leg.

As the car slowed to a halt the door next to him opened and the seat belt was released. His upper arm was held and he was helped out and onto the side of the road. Someone behind him held his wrists as the car door slammed and the engine noise disappeared into the distance.

Jack pulled off the hood and very slowly removed the blindfold. It was now almost totally dark so Joey didn’t need much time to adjust.

“Well?” Jack held him by the forearms and looked straight into his face. “Are you in?”

“Unlock my wrists first, you asshole!”

“TELL ME!” Jack almost tried to shake the answer out of Joey.

“WRISTS FIRST!”

Jack stood behind Joey and tried several times to get the key into the hole, hands shaking in anticipation. Once he was free Joey rubbed his hands over his wrists.

Again, Jack held him by the forearms and stared straight into his eyes, almost pleading for an answer. Then it came.

“You’re fucking bastards. All of you. All as bad as each other.” Joey shook off Jack’s grip and strode over to his bike. Jack’s mouth fell open and his shoulders sagged. Joey grabbed his bike and turned his head towards Jack. There was still enough light from the street to see his face. “But I accepted,” he said with a grin.

It took a second or two for Jack to comprehend, by which time Joey had almost got onto his bike.

“You bastard! Come here!” Jack leapt across the six feet between them and grabbed Joey. He held his arms. “Bastard,” he said quietly and kissed him for the second time. Joey, coming up for breath, pushed him away, swung his leg over the bike and got a head start down the road. He stopped several yards further on and turned again.

“Whoever you really are, race ya back to my place, you obviously know where it is. I’ve got to make a quick call but, after, maybe we’ve got a use for one or two of those items you found in my trunk. And a key I seem to have been given.”

Amazing how much loose gravel can be thrown up by the treads of a simple accelerating bicycle.

End of Part 5

Metal would like to thank slavebladeboi for this story!