By Felon

So I had two days to think about the “meating.”  Of course the first thing I did was to check out the address he had given me. It was some obscure street I had never heard of. After some searching I found the address. It was at the end of a short street in the warehouse section known as the strip district. There was parking in front of the building and a few parking spots in the rear. It was a two story structure, old, dark with a dark depressing facade. The second floor of the building looked like possibly one or two apartment units, with an outside entrance. I later discovered the building had mounted cameras so I would guess that Fireman Dan would know I had checked out the place.

Sunday morning a note was stuffed under my rear door — don’t forget about tonight, expect to stay all night and leave around 9AM Monday morning. Also the note indicated that if all went well I was to make myself available for all day the following Wednesday. He must have placed the note during the day and entered my yard from the rear alleyway. The very fact he had the balls to slip that note under the door began an intimidation process I had never experienced before.

So Sunday afternoon, I made sure I was showered, face shaved, and gave myself three enemas, all in anticipation of who knows what.

I didnt even know what type of bondage He was interested in. But I frankly didn’t want to start peppering Him with questions before we had even started! I pulled up to the location and proceeded to park in the rear lot. The place was deserted and I was about 10 minutes early. So, I sat in the car a few minutes when a beat-up Chevy van, dark green, pulled behind me blocking my car. Out jumped Fireman Dan, dressed in farm type jeans with red suspenders and black biker boots. He wore a red tee shirt with his local firemans union local number. He indicated He was glad I parked in the rear as He forgot to mention that in His note. He had a bunch of keys hanging from His belt, with two pair of Smith and Wesson cuffs on His belt over His left pocket. He headed to the back door of the building, unlocked the door and we entered.

The room was a large kitchen, commercial stove, freezer and large family kitchen style table.

He threw his keys on the table and told me to sit down. He left the room to get something, and I had time to look around. The place seems clean, very dated. I did note the chair I was sitting in, a heavy wooden chair, had thick metal eye holes in the legs and both arms. He returned with a few papers and sat at the table across from me. Hanging on the wall behind him was a fireman’s helmet battered and blackened with “Chief” noted on the front. He indicated that what would be discussed between the two of us was not to be repeated (of course I am repeating it here). He had a checklist of His interests that I was to read. If I objected to three or more items on the list. the meeting would be ended.

He knew more about me than I knew about me, that also was intimidating. Obviously he knew someone that was familiar with me. I did not want to fuck this up. The building was owned by Him and two other men.  It was originally bought to be used as sleeping quarters for men that were taking extra shifts, off days etc. But through the years it had developed into a “playroom dungeon” for guys that needed a private place to meet, drink and relax. Currently there were 5 men that were members of what He called the Firemen’s Union Meeting Hall. They shared all the expenses and owned all the “equipment.” Some men had different interests, but currently there was a core group of 3 men that have serious kink interests. Sometimes a small group of men would participate, other times only a single man would be involved. In addition, one night a month was “poker” night, and details of that would be explained later. All of the men were gay, three were married. They were open to having more members but were not actively looking. If I was to join the group as a slave, there is one other man that is also a slave. He has been with the group for about a year. I would be a “probie” for 3 months, then taken in as a perm member slave. We were at the point that I needed to “shit or get off the pot” as He indicated. I was not given an opportunity to see anything else. While in the building He was to be referred to as “Chief” and would occasionally wear the helmet when conducting activities. He gave me a few minutes to make a decision, and if positive we would seal the deal with drinks…

I appreciate any comments, ideas, thoughts and will respond to them all. So far I have experienced all that has been written. Please message me at gunsukr2 @ gmail.com. Thanks, Felon