Jim awoke to blackness. Although his eyes were open, he could see nothing. As he blinked he could feel something soft over his eyes and he realised he must be blindfolded. He tried to raise his hands from his sides to remove the blindfold and found he couldn’t move them – they seemed to be strapped to the harness at waist level. As his mind cleared he realised that his mouth was open, and filled with some kind of gag. As he explored it with his tongue he could feel it was long, thick, filling his mouth and had a hole at the end through which he could breathe. Jim tried to raise his head and found he couldn’t – it was strapped down.
He tried to analyse his situation. From what he could feel he was still wearing the harness, collar, wrist and bicep straps. Something else was covering his body, something thick and heavy that was making him sweat. He could flex and move slightly, but in places something thicker and heavier was holding him down – at ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, neck and forehead.
His arse felt uncomfortable and he realised something was stuck inside him. At that realisation he began to struggle in earnest, yelling incoherently into the gag. Even as he did so, he realised that he could hardly hear himself – earplugs had been pushed into his ears.
Jim struggled for several minutes before he slumped in the restraints, recognising the futility of struggle. Almost as soon as he stopped, he heard a voice in his ears and realised the plugs were also speakers.
“I see you’re awake then, Ben. No need to panic. Just think of this as an initiation test.” Steve’s voice faded away and Jim felt fumbling at the sides of his head. As the blindfold was lifted off, he blinked at the bright light until he could see what was going on. Leaning over him was Steve who grinned at him. Steve seemed to be wearing some form of leather uniform shirt and tie, but Jim couldn’t move his head to get a proper look. Steve was wearing what looked like a mouthpiece from a hands free phone kit and he thumbed the activation button.
“So, Ben, seemed to me like you were enjoying yourself last night – but you were holding back a bit. So, I’ve devised this initiation exercise to make sure you’re really one of us. Let’s start with giving you a view of yourself.”
Steve leant back and pulled a mirror forward. Angling it over Jim’s head, Jim could now see himself. He was lying on a padded leather table, his body encased from head to toe in thick black leather. His head was hooded and he could see the thicker leather of the gag strapped around his head. The rest of his body was secured in a leather sleepsack which was secured by lengths of chain at ankle, knee, thigh and waist. Two thick leather straps over his throat and forehead completed his bondage.
“Now, I bet you’d like a drink … one side-effect of that drug is a very dry mouth. And I’m sure you’re sweating in that sleepsack. Want a drink?”
Jim grunted once and tried to nod. At least he would have to be un-gagged to have a drink and he might be able to talk Steve into letting him out.
To his frustration, Steve took out a small funnel and screwed it into the external port of the gag. Then he unscrewed the top of a bottle of beer and started to pour it in. The beer flooded through the tube inside the gag and into Jim’s mouth. He coughed and choked at the unexpected flood, and Steve paused until Jim stopped. Then he resumed. Jim soon got the hang of it, gulping the beer down, and then blocking the tube with his tongue when he needed a breathing space. Once the bottle was empty, Steve unscrewed the funnel and grinned again.
“So, Ben, this is how the test will work. You’re either into this or not and this will enable me to find out. It’s very simple. You’re trussed up in a way that no red-blooded heterosexual could stand – especially with that butt plug lodged in your arse. No real man could cum in this situation. So, that’s all you have to do to convince me you’re not one of us – just don’t cum.”
Steve moved down Jim’s recumbent form and opened a zip on top of the sleepsack, reached inside and pulled out Jim’s cock. To Jim’s surprise, he could see it was already half hard, kept that way by a thick metal cockring.
Steve poured some lube onto his hand, and started to rub at Jim’s cock. Almost immediately he could feel it twitch and start to stiffen. Steve chuckled.
“So you see, Ben, all you have to do to prove you don’t belong here is not cum. If you don’t cum, then I’ll let you go. If you do, however…” at this point he gripped Jim’s cock hard, “…you’re mine!”
Jim lay there helpless as Steve manipulated his cock. He knew he wasn’t gay, he knew he wasn’t turned on by this, but despite all that he could feel his cock hardening, feel his excitement growing. He knew that passing this test would allow him into Steve’s confidence, but he just couldn’t, wouldn’t do this. He would do a lot for work, but this was just too much. He wasn’t gay, he wasn’t aroused, he wasn’t … his train of thought was interrupted as his cock jerked and spasmed, splashing cum over the front of the sleepsack.
“Well, Ben, I think I have my answer.” Steve took out a cloth and wiped his hand clean and moved to smile into Jim’s face. “I shall be seeing much more of you then, boy – and that plug won’t be the only thing you have up your arse. Time enough for that later though – no need to rush. For now you need to rest.”
Steve picked up a small brown bottle and dripped a few drops from it onto a pad of cotton wool. Jim tried to hold his breath as Steve blocked the breathing tube in the gag and pressed the pad over the nose holes in the leather hood. In the end he had to breathe and as he inhaled the sweet fumes, he slowly passed out.
Jim coughed as he woke, up, firstly from the dry taste in his mouth and secondly from the acrid smell of urine. He quickly looked around – he seemed to be in an alley, sprawled behind a dumpster. Opposite him was a broken mirror and Jim gulped as he looked at his reflection. His short cropped hair was gone – completely shaved off. He was wearing a skin-tight pair of bleacher jeans and a pair of highly glossed black rangers, laced to his knee with white laces. His muscular torso was barely covered by a white Fred Perry shirt that showed every contour of his chest and abs. He could still feel the cockring around the root of his cock and it made a bulge down the right leg of the bleachers. But worse was the 2″ thick black leather collar that was around his neck. Secured at the back by a heavy padlock, the front sported two D-rings and the word “SLAVE” in solid metal lettering. As he lifted his hands to pull at the collar, he realised that heavy leather bands were around each wrist – each one sporting D-rings and padlocked on.
He didn’t know where he was, but somehow had to get back to his flat. He could hear the sounds of traffic at the end of the alley and judging by the sun it was mid-morning. Jim decided to stay here until dark, and then work out where he was and head home under cover of darkness. At that moment, he heard the sound of a lorry and he peered around the dumpster to see the bin men working their way down the alley. With no other choice available, he headed out the other end of the alley and into the mid-morning crowds. As he started to get stares from people, Jim could only think one thing…. “FUCK!”
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