The first time I ever had my dick hard was watching an escape artist perform. As the hired security guards locked chains on the willing escape artist, my heart started beating as fast as my dick filled my pants. As the locks snapped shut and the keys removed, I stood in amazement that the young escape artist would place himself in such a situation. I was also amazed at how the guards appeared to enjoy locking the handcuffs and shackles on his wrists, ankles and neck. As the chain was wrapped around his body, I imagined that it was myself taking his place. After the chains and irons were fully latched, the young escape artist stepped into a bag. It was pulled up and locked again with more chain. A trunk was moved out on stage and the bag placed inside the trunk. The trunk was locked and it was all I could do not to cum just watching what had been happening. A curtain was placed before the trunk and within a minute, the young escape artist appeared in front of the curtain. The show may have been over but I was left wanting to know how it felt to be locked in irons, placed in a bag and then locked in a trunk ... with only one difference, I wouldn't have wanted to escape.
As the years went by, I always remembered that young escape artist. I remembered the muscular guards in their uniforms, the look of the young escape artist as he stood there locked in irons and placed in the bag. Over time, I started going to magic stores and reading articles about escape artists.
I even worked up the courage to visit with several magicians. At first, several refused to talk with me less they revealed their escape technique. Yet over time and with a lot of reading and research, I learned how to pick a lock and use a "trick" escape jacket. I have to admit that when I learned the secret of fake cuffs and locks my interest in many escape artists began to wane. Over time, I became disappointed with many of the routines that were performed. Regardless, I always found myself attending any escape artist's show or act that came to town and even traveled out to see those that found notoriety for the latest twist on an old escape.
Soon, I began to hear about a magician that used bondage as part of his act but not for himself. Instead, he would end his act by bringing a member of the audience up on stage. He would then have two muscular guards meet the "volunteer" on stage. Legal forms would be presented and the "volunteer" would sign the document. The volunteer would then place a collar around his neck. A collar that supposedly had no key and became permanent when locked on by the volunteer. The guards would then escort the volunteer back stage to then be presented in some type of bondage before the audience. Instead of the volunteer escaping, he would be place in a cabinet that was closed. For his final appearance on stage, the magician would drape the cabinet, say a few magic words, pull the drape off of the cabinet which would have disappeared as the drape was removed. The audience would applaud and the stage curtain would close ending the act and the performance of the magician.
While nothing was certain, rumors began to circulate that the volunteer that went on stage really did disappear. For the most part, I could only laugh thinking that it must be good publicity for the show.
As I heard about this magicians performance, I decided that I had to go and see it for myself. For my first show, I bought a ticket for the front row. The magician was known only as "The Master." As the lights dimmed and the orchestra played, mist came from under the curtains. As the curtains went up, a stage that was all black appeared with the Master coming down a stair case in black leather. His shaved head, goatee and 6'4" muscular height was impressive as was his muscular and defined body. Much to my surprise, he wore a latex tee shirt with leather pants. He had tattoos on his left arm and you could tell through the latex tee his nipples were pierced. His assistants were also tall, muscular and well defined. Dressed in leather pants and Wesco boots. Even before the show began, my dick was hard.
As the show moved forward, the first half was pretty typical but still impressive. Some volunteers were called on stage but no one was asked to sign any contracts and no one disappeared except for a white tiger and a few pigeons. As the second half started, I was literally at the edge of my seat wondering what the second half would bring. Sure enough, "The Master" began to announce that a member of the audience had volunteered to surrender himself to the Master that evening and that in allowing himself to "disappear" into his care, the Master's power would grow stronger. A young man came to the stairs in front of the stage and then walked forward. The Master read a contract to the audience where the "volunteer" released the Master of any liability. While there was some laughter from the audience, I wondered how much of this was staged or actually real. The volunteer then signed his name and became number 839. He then of his own free will placed a formidable collar around his neck that latched with a heavy sound. He was then escorted by the two muscular men in leather off of the stage. In a few moments, a curtain was pulled and number 839 was bound and shackled upside down in a Chinese Water Torture Case. A curtain was pulled, a countdown was started and as the drape was pulled back, volunteer number 839 had disappeared. No more had the volunteer disappeared then the main curtain was pulled and the lights came up in the house.
For a moment, I just sat there unable to move trying to process everything that I saw. I went home wondering if what I had seen was real and decided I would go back the next show and see if the volunteer 839 would be 840 at the next show. At the end of the second half, everything was done the same only a different volunteer came forward. A contract was signed and the volunteer became number 840 as he willingly placed the collar around his neck. He was then led off stage and then reappeared only this time he was strapped down in front of a guillotine. After having his head placed in position with his collar locked into the stocks, a curtain was then placed in front of the audience. As the guillotine was released, the curtain was removed and volunteer 840 had disappeared without any trace even thought there was some blood on the blade of the guillotine.
Again, I sat there unable to move. All night a dreamed of what I saw and thought about me being in the position of the volunteer. I went back to see the next show and then the next ... each one the same except for the ending where a different volunteer with a different bondage scenario stepped forward.
On the last performance, I just sat there until everyone else had left the theater. Noticing that I was the only one left in the theater, I decided I should leave. As I walked into the lobby, two men walked up toward me dressed in black shirts with black leather pants wearing knee high Wesco boots. As they reached out to take my arms, I asked if there was a problem. There only reply was that the Master would like to visit with me and wanted to know if I would meet him back stage. Much to my surprise, I said I would be honored to meet him.
Soon I was down in the basement of the theater waiting to meet the "Master." After waiting in a sitting area, I was then escorted in to have a private audience with the Master. As the door was shut, it was just me and him and he looked even more handsome and intimidating than when he was on stage. His shaved head, goatee and piercing black eyes made me feel as if I was transparent which I was...
"Good evening Mr. Richard or should I just start referring you as my 'boi,'" said the Master as he reached out his hand to shake mine.
All I could say was, "Good evening Sir... How do you know my name?"
"Well, when someone comes to see ten of my shows in one week including matinees and they sit on the front row, I tend to notice them. In addition, I believe we have a mutual friend that has shared with me your interest in escape scenarios," said the Master.
"And who would that be Sir?"
"It really doesn't matter who or what I've discussed about you. What does matter is what you want boi."
"Would you care for a drink before we go any farther?"
"Sir, yes Sir..."
"Let me see scotch and water?"
"Sir, yes Sir ... but how do you know what I like to drink..."
"Again it doesn't matter what I know or how I found out. What matters is when you are going to ask me for what you really want."
"I don't understand Sir."
"I'll cut to the chase boi... Each performance you have been here and deep down inside you want to be the next volunteer that comes forward. I should also tell you that what you see is real. The volunteers that come forward get exactly what they ask for and so will you. Unfortunately or fortunately there is no going back."
"So, you mean to tell me that what ever I ask of you, that is what will happen Sir."
"In spades boi... in spades. Tonight I have a car waiting outside. If you would like, you may be my guest at my home. The theater will be dark for the next two nights. If you come with me, you will be temporarily collared and will be in service to me."
Without even thinking I moved toward him as a moth toward a flame. I knelt down, bowed my head, looked at the boots He was wearing and placed my hands behind my back. The Master moved toward me and placed my head into his leather crotch and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Good boi." His voice was masculine, firm and comforting. Before I realized it, he placed a leather collar around my neck and locked it securely behind my head. The next thing I knew I was following him along with his "body" guards into his limo. He positioned himself in the back seat and I instinctively knelt down and sat at his feet. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.
As the car pulled away from the theater, I had no idea where I was going and it really didn't dawn on me that I had work the next day. As I knelt on the floor of the limousine, all I could see were the black polished leather boots of the Master and his muscular body under his latex top and leather pants. The smell of latex and leather consumed my breathing and instinctively I began to worship his boots making my way up to his leather cod piece.
In a brief moment, I dared to look up to see his face and much to my surprise he was looking at me smiling.
"You please me very much boi."
"Sir, thank you Sir."
As he ran his fingers through my hair, I nestled my head on top of his leather pants.
How long we drove became a mystery to me. I never bothered to look out the dark windows and just closed my eyes drunk with the smell of latex and leather. When the car came to a stop, the Master gently pushed me aside and stepped out of the door as it was opened for him. As I followed, I noticed we were inside a garage with a staff lined up as we exited the car. As I stood up, the Master introduced me to a man who could have been the Master's twin.
"Boi, I'd like for you to meet Number 1."
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Boi, you are to follow him and serve him as if you were following my orders. Do you understand boi?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
Number 1 came forward and fastened a leash onto my collar and I began to follow him as everyone else followed the Master. As they went right, we went left and went through a door down a narrow hall way. As I followed Number 1, I was amazed at his full latex outfit that combine waders with a latex top. While I couldn't see the form of his legs, the waders came up and framed his ass that began a perfect inverted triangle with his muscular shoulders. His head was shaved and when he turned, his goatee was the same length and style of the Master. The only exception was his bright blue eyes to the black ones of the Master.
Soon we turned and Number 1 took a key to open a massive double door. While the room was not brightly lit, it looked like a combination medical operating room/dungeon.
"Welcome boi... I have heard good things about you and hope you will be joining us soon."
"Sir, thank you Sir."
"Boi, call me Number 1. Like yourself, I made a choice to be here and at one time signed a contract to give myself to the Master."
"I understand Sir.... Number 1."
"Before I begin to prepare you for service, we need to take care of a couple of matters. First, you need to know that I am a trained doctor. The first thing I need to do is a short physical. I just need to check basic vitals and have some blood drawn for testing."
"Blood work Number 1? Isn't that a bit much?"
"If you agree to present yourself for permanent placement, we will need a full medical history on you. I will need you to sign forms to have your medical history released. While this will not affect the Master accepting you or turning you away, it may have bearing on how you are used and where you are placed."
"I understand."
As I removed my clothing, number one began to draw blood and check my heart rate. As soon as my physical was complete, Number 1 ordered me to stand between two posts about 7 feet apart. Number 1 then took my right arm and locked it into a shackle on the right post and then did the same with my left. A tray was then moved over and Number 1 began to place a finger inside my ass. Soon a bag of solution connected to a nozzle was placed up into my body. As the bag emptied, the cramping became intense.
"Hold it until I tell you to release boi."
As the nozzle was removed, the cramping was difficult and I pulled on the restraints from both posts.
"Release boi."
So here I was, nude, shackled, with a hard on and releasing shit down my legs and on to the floor.
"Good boi... now lets do it again."
Now I understood why Number 1 was in waders. He enjoyed every minute of cleaning my ass out. After the last treatment was given, he then took a hose with warm water and cleaned both me and the mess on the floor down the drain. He then began to cover my body in a foam that had some type of mint and oil mixed in. The foam gave an interesting sensation to my body. At first, it felt cool and then it became rather uncomfortable. As I was rinsed again, all of the hair on my body washed away with the rinse water. The sensation was strange as I could feel air brush across my skin. Next, a pair of clippers was used to shorten my hair. While my head was not shaved, it was cut rather short. Still I didn't mind as I was rinsed off again.
"You have done very well boi... Maybe next time I will take all of your hair."
Next, number one set up a type of large air dryer in front of me. As it was turned on, warm dry air began to circulate around me drying everything off. After turning the dryer off, Number 1 began to rube me down with a type of water based lubricant. He then brought over a box that he opened up in front of me. Removing the contents of the box, he then opened up a full length latex cat suit.
"OK boi, time to get you suited up."
Taking the legs and more lube, he began to work the suit up my lower body. As he came to my crotch, my hairless dick and balls were inserted through a hole through the latex. I also notice that the suit did not cover but was open over my ass.
Number one then release one arm, and placed it into the sleeve. My arm was then re-locked and he did the same to the other.
"Good boi... I hope you notice that your cock and balls have been released through the front and that your ass is not covered."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"Your nipples also have been cut away to give access to them as well."
"So how do you feel about chastity boi."
"Chastity?"
"Yes, boi... I understand from a resource that is an interest of yours."
At this point my dick was hard as a rock and about to explode! He then took a cream and applied it to my dick. With in seconds, it felt as if my dick was on fire. He then threaded a catheter up my dick and inflated it. After cleaning up, he then retrieved a second box. Pulling out a hard metal chastity belt, he then threaded my soft dick into the chastity tube. The waist belt was then locked with my catheter coming out through a small hole at the bottom of the belt. Flat chains came from the bottom of the belt and fastend to the waist belt itself leaving my ass exposed.
"So boi, do you think this is enough or should we add more?"
"Do with me as you wish... I am collared and in your service."
"That you are boi." And with that, another box was presented.
"Before I open this box boi, we need to give you a second coat."
Again, my body was coated with a water based lube. As he opened the third box, he spread out a larger yet heavier latex suit. Taking his time, the legs of the suit were lubed and each of my legs were inserted. As the suit was pulled up to my waist, the catheter was threaded through a grommet hole in my crotch. Looking down, I noticed I also had zippers that coverd the place were my nipples were under the suit.
Number 1 then produce a rather large but plug. Soon, he began to finger my hole getting me to relax. Soon the fingers were replaced by a constant pressure of the plug. Again I found myself pulling on my restraints and with a yelp, the plug slid into place. One at a time my arms were released and my arms were placed into the second layer of latex. The suit was then zipped up the back and then locked to my collar around my neck.
Number one then presented a pair of boots that came up to my knee. In spite of the latex, my lower legs slid into the boots as the straps of the boots were tightened. Black knee pads were then added to the top of my new boots.
At this point, only my hands and my head were exposed outside of the latex. Going over to the wall, number one selected a shackle combination. My ankles were then locked into the shackles and as my wrists were released, they were locked into the cuffs of the shackles.
Number 1 then led me from the room to a service elevator in the hall. We entered the elevator and Number 1 sellected a floor contolled by his master key.
As the door of the elevator opened, we walked directly into the Master's bedroom. I was then led over to a corner of the room where my leash was removed and a chain was locked to my collar and shackle combination. The but plug, chastity belt and latex all began to become a part of my being. Number 1 then ordered me to kneel and wait for the Master to come.
As I sat in the corner chained and on my knees, I took a moment to look around the room. To my right there was a massive four post bed cover in leather. The posts of the bed were at least a foot square in diameter with iron rings bolted into the posts. On the other side of the bed, a stone wall went the length of the room. While there were windows in the stone, they were covered by heavy leather panels.
On the wall across from the bed was the main door flanked by book cases and to my immediate left was another stone wall with shackles hanging from hooks cemented into the wall. In the corner to my left was what looked like a rack and at the foot of the bed was this device that looked like a cross between stocks and a whipping bench. While the room was rather dark, spot lights overhead illuminated the bed, the stocks/whipping bench and the rack. Also on my left and on opposite sides of the shackles anchored in the wall were two doors that were closed.
As I sat there and waited, I didn't have to wait long. The main doors opened and in walked the Master. The latex he wore earlier was removed and his bare chest and wash board abdomen came up from his low cut leather pants. As he walked over toward me, I bowed my head and looked at his boots. Instinctively, I began to lick his boots and he began to stroke my head.
"Good boi!"
As he unlocked the chain that connected my shackles to the floor in the corner, I followed him to his bed. As he locked the chain to one of the anchors on the post of the head board, He then ordered me to lay down next to him facing away from him and he placed his massive arms around my body.
As he unzipped the covers over my nipples, he began to whisper that I belonged to him and that this is what I was meant to be. In side it was everything and more that I wanted.
He then placed nipple clamps on the ends of my tits and then opened the back side of the heavy latex cat suit. As he removed my but plug, I yelped as he pulled it out quickly. He then started to place his fingers inside my hole and I began to moan with pleasure. Soon his fingers were removed and I felt the head of his dick begin to move inside my hole.
Very gently he entered my body and began to fuck me. His dick was huge and I thought at first I would be ripped open. The only thing that I could think of was "God, please don't let me disappoint Him."
Soon the pain disappeared and I began to feel only pleasure as he moved in and out of my ass. In turn, I began to work with his rhythm pushing down as he went in and pulling back as he went out. While I never saw his dick enter into my body it felt as if he had to be at least 12 inches long.
As he pulled on the chain attached to my nips and fucked my ass, I experience my first orgasm without having my dick hard. It was absolutely incredible. As my body started to spasm, the Master also started to cum. As I felt his dick start to throb and fill cum in my ass, I started to beg for him to stop. My senses were on overload and I though I would pass out.
Instead of stopping, he only fucked me harder and I began to scream as the next orgasm came through my body stronger than the first one. Again he came in my ass yet after this second wave, he pulled out leaving me gasping for air. He then grabbed my collar and directed my mouth to his dick. It was wet and still had some cum dripping from the head. I knew what to do and went to work cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue. While his dick was not the 12 inches I imagined, it was a good 8 inches semi hard. As I dared to look up, he smiled at me and said I pleased him greatly. He place his dick back into his cod piece and snapped the cod piece closed. He then got off the bed and I did the same kneeling at his feet going only as far as the chain and shackles would allow. He pressed a button on the side of the bed and ordered me to stay. As he left through the door on my left, Number one came in through the 2nd door on the other side of the shackles on the wall.
As Number 1 came toward me, I looked up at him and as he knelt down, he said, "You did very well and the Master is very pleased."
And after that I was ordered to bend over as Number 1 replaced the but plug up my ass. While I was more open to it, I still yelped as it sealed itself in my now tender hole. He then zipped up the back of my ass under the heavy latex and removed my nipple clamps as I caught my breath from having them removed suddenly. Number 1 then attached his leash to my collar and unlocked me from the headboard of the bed and said, "You have done very well, now it is time to see how much more bondage you can take." And with that remark I followed him through the door he entered wondering what would be next.
As the years went by, I always remembered that young escape artist. I remembered the muscular guards in their uniforms, the look of the young escape artist as he stood there locked in irons and placed in the bag. Over time, I started going to magic stores and reading articles about escape artists.
I even worked up the courage to visit with several magicians. At first, several refused to talk with me less they revealed their escape technique. Yet over time and with a lot of reading and research, I learned how to pick a lock and use a "trick" escape jacket. I have to admit that when I learned the secret of fake cuffs and locks my interest in many escape artists began to wane. Over time, I became disappointed with many of the routines that were performed. Regardless, I always found myself attending any escape artist's show or act that came to town and even traveled out to see those that found notoriety for the latest twist on an old escape.
Soon, I began to hear about a magician that used bondage as part of his act but not for himself. Instead, he would end his act by bringing a member of the audience up on stage. He would then have two muscular guards meet the "volunteer" on stage. Legal forms would be presented and the "volunteer" would sign the document. The volunteer would then place a collar around his neck. A collar that supposedly had no key and became permanent when locked on by the volunteer. The guards would then escort the volunteer back stage to then be presented in some type of bondage before the audience. Instead of the volunteer escaping, he would be place in a cabinet that was closed. For his final appearance on stage, the magician would drape the cabinet, say a few magic words, pull the drape off of the cabinet which would have disappeared as the drape was removed. The audience would applaud and the stage curtain would close ending the act and the performance of the magician.
While nothing was certain, rumors began to circulate that the volunteer that went on stage really did disappear. For the most part, I could only laugh thinking that it must be good publicity for the show.
As I heard about this magicians performance, I decided that I had to go and see it for myself. For my first show, I bought a ticket for the front row. The magician was known only as "The Master." As the lights dimmed and the orchestra played, mist came from under the curtains. As the curtains went up, a stage that was all black appeared with the Master coming down a stair case in black leather. His shaved head, goatee and 6'4" muscular height was impressive as was his muscular and defined body. Much to my surprise, he wore a latex tee shirt with leather pants. He had tattoos on his left arm and you could tell through the latex tee his nipples were pierced. His assistants were also tall, muscular and well defined. Dressed in leather pants and Wesco boots. Even before the show began, my dick was hard.
As the show moved forward, the first half was pretty typical but still impressive. Some volunteers were called on stage but no one was asked to sign any contracts and no one disappeared except for a white tiger and a few pigeons. As the second half started, I was literally at the edge of my seat wondering what the second half would bring. Sure enough, "The Master" began to announce that a member of the audience had volunteered to surrender himself to the Master that evening and that in allowing himself to "disappear" into his care, the Master's power would grow stronger. A young man came to the stairs in front of the stage and then walked forward. The Master read a contract to the audience where the "volunteer" released the Master of any liability. While there was some laughter from the audience, I wondered how much of this was staged or actually real. The volunteer then signed his name and became number 839. He then of his own free will placed a formidable collar around his neck that latched with a heavy sound. He was then escorted by the two muscular men in leather off of the stage. In a few moments, a curtain was pulled and number 839 was bound and shackled upside down in a Chinese Water Torture Case. A curtain was pulled, a countdown was started and as the drape was pulled back, volunteer number 839 had disappeared. No more had the volunteer disappeared then the main curtain was pulled and the lights came up in the house.
For a moment, I just sat there unable to move trying to process everything that I saw. I went home wondering if what I had seen was real and decided I would go back the next show and see if the volunteer 839 would be 840 at the next show. At the end of the second half, everything was done the same only a different volunteer came forward. A contract was signed and the volunteer became number 840 as he willingly placed the collar around his neck. He was then led off stage and then reappeared only this time he was strapped down in front of a guillotine. After having his head placed in position with his collar locked into the stocks, a curtain was then placed in front of the audience. As the guillotine was released, the curtain was removed and volunteer 840 had disappeared without any trace even thought there was some blood on the blade of the guillotine.
Again, I sat there unable to move. All night a dreamed of what I saw and thought about me being in the position of the volunteer. I went back to see the next show and then the next ... each one the same except for the ending where a different volunteer with a different bondage scenario stepped forward.
On the last performance, I just sat there until everyone else had left the theater. Noticing that I was the only one left in the theater, I decided I should leave. As I walked into the lobby, two men walked up toward me dressed in black shirts with black leather pants wearing knee high Wesco boots. As they reached out to take my arms, I asked if there was a problem. There only reply was that the Master would like to visit with me and wanted to know if I would meet him back stage. Much to my surprise, I said I would be honored to meet him.
Soon I was down in the basement of the theater waiting to meet the "Master." After waiting in a sitting area, I was then escorted in to have a private audience with the Master. As the door was shut, it was just me and him and he looked even more handsome and intimidating than when he was on stage. His shaved head, goatee and piercing black eyes made me feel as if I was transparent which I was...
"Good evening Mr. Richard or should I just start referring you as my 'boi,'" said the Master as he reached out his hand to shake mine.
All I could say was, "Good evening Sir... How do you know my name?"
"Well, when someone comes to see ten of my shows in one week including matinees and they sit on the front row, I tend to notice them. In addition, I believe we have a mutual friend that has shared with me your interest in escape scenarios," said the Master.
"And who would that be Sir?"
"It really doesn't matter who or what I've discussed about you. What does matter is what you want boi."
"Would you care for a drink before we go any farther?"
"Sir, yes Sir..."
"Let me see scotch and water?"
"Sir, yes Sir ... but how do you know what I like to drink..."
"Again it doesn't matter what I know or how I found out. What matters is when you are going to ask me for what you really want."
"I don't understand Sir."
"I'll cut to the chase boi... Each performance you have been here and deep down inside you want to be the next volunteer that comes forward. I should also tell you that what you see is real. The volunteers that come forward get exactly what they ask for and so will you. Unfortunately or fortunately there is no going back."
"So, you mean to tell me that what ever I ask of you, that is what will happen Sir."
"In spades boi... in spades. Tonight I have a car waiting outside. If you would like, you may be my guest at my home. The theater will be dark for the next two nights. If you come with me, you will be temporarily collared and will be in service to me."
Without even thinking I moved toward him as a moth toward a flame. I knelt down, bowed my head, looked at the boots He was wearing and placed my hands behind my back. The Master moved toward me and placed my head into his leather crotch and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Good boi." His voice was masculine, firm and comforting. Before I realized it, he placed a leather collar around my neck and locked it securely behind my head. The next thing I knew I was following him along with his "body" guards into his limo. He positioned himself in the back seat and I instinctively knelt down and sat at his feet. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.
As the car pulled away from the theater, I had no idea where I was going and it really didn't dawn on me that I had work the next day. As I knelt on the floor of the limousine, all I could see were the black polished leather boots of the Master and his muscular body under his latex top and leather pants. The smell of latex and leather consumed my breathing and instinctively I began to worship his boots making my way up to his leather cod piece.
In a brief moment, I dared to look up to see his face and much to my surprise he was looking at me smiling.
"You please me very much boi."
"Sir, thank you Sir."
As he ran his fingers through my hair, I nestled my head on top of his leather pants.
How long we drove became a mystery to me. I never bothered to look out the dark windows and just closed my eyes drunk with the smell of latex and leather. When the car came to a stop, the Master gently pushed me aside and stepped out of the door as it was opened for him. As I followed, I noticed we were inside a garage with a staff lined up as we exited the car. As I stood up, the Master introduced me to a man who could have been the Master's twin.
"Boi, I'd like for you to meet Number 1."
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Boi, you are to follow him and serve him as if you were following my orders. Do you understand boi?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
Number 1 came forward and fastened a leash onto my collar and I began to follow him as everyone else followed the Master. As they went right, we went left and went through a door down a narrow hall way. As I followed Number 1, I was amazed at his full latex outfit that combine waders with a latex top. While I couldn't see the form of his legs, the waders came up and framed his ass that began a perfect inverted triangle with his muscular shoulders. His head was shaved and when he turned, his goatee was the same length and style of the Master. The only exception was his bright blue eyes to the black ones of the Master.
Soon we turned and Number 1 took a key to open a massive double door. While the room was not brightly lit, it looked like a combination medical operating room/dungeon.
"Welcome boi... I have heard good things about you and hope you will be joining us soon."
"Sir, thank you Sir."
"Boi, call me Number 1. Like yourself, I made a choice to be here and at one time signed a contract to give myself to the Master."
"I understand Sir.... Number 1."
"Before I begin to prepare you for service, we need to take care of a couple of matters. First, you need to know that I am a trained doctor. The first thing I need to do is a short physical. I just need to check basic vitals and have some blood drawn for testing."
"Blood work Number 1? Isn't that a bit much?"
"If you agree to present yourself for permanent placement, we will need a full medical history on you. I will need you to sign forms to have your medical history released. While this will not affect the Master accepting you or turning you away, it may have bearing on how you are used and where you are placed."
"I understand."
As I removed my clothing, number one began to draw blood and check my heart rate. As soon as my physical was complete, Number 1 ordered me to stand between two posts about 7 feet apart. Number 1 then took my right arm and locked it into a shackle on the right post and then did the same with my left. A tray was then moved over and Number 1 began to place a finger inside my ass. Soon a bag of solution connected to a nozzle was placed up into my body. As the bag emptied, the cramping became intense.
"Hold it until I tell you to release boi."
As the nozzle was removed, the cramping was difficult and I pulled on the restraints from both posts.
"Release boi."
So here I was, nude, shackled, with a hard on and releasing shit down my legs and on to the floor.
"Good boi... now lets do it again."
Now I understood why Number 1 was in waders. He enjoyed every minute of cleaning my ass out. After the last treatment was given, he then took a hose with warm water and cleaned both me and the mess on the floor down the drain. He then began to cover my body in a foam that had some type of mint and oil mixed in. The foam gave an interesting sensation to my body. At first, it felt cool and then it became rather uncomfortable. As I was rinsed again, all of the hair on my body washed away with the rinse water. The sensation was strange as I could feel air brush across my skin. Next, a pair of clippers was used to shorten my hair. While my head was not shaved, it was cut rather short. Still I didn't mind as I was rinsed off again.
"You have done very well boi... Maybe next time I will take all of your hair."
Next, number one set up a type of large air dryer in front of me. As it was turned on, warm dry air began to circulate around me drying everything off. After turning the dryer off, Number 1 began to rube me down with a type of water based lubricant. He then brought over a box that he opened up in front of me. Removing the contents of the box, he then opened up a full length latex cat suit.
"OK boi, time to get you suited up."
Taking the legs and more lube, he began to work the suit up my lower body. As he came to my crotch, my hairless dick and balls were inserted through a hole through the latex. I also notice that the suit did not cover but was open over my ass.
Number one then release one arm, and placed it into the sleeve. My arm was then re-locked and he did the same to the other.
"Good boi... I hope you notice that your cock and balls have been released through the front and that your ass is not covered."
"Yes, I have noticed that."
"Your nipples also have been cut away to give access to them as well."
"So how do you feel about chastity boi."
"Chastity?"
"Yes, boi... I understand from a resource that is an interest of yours."
At this point my dick was hard as a rock and about to explode! He then took a cream and applied it to my dick. With in seconds, it felt as if my dick was on fire. He then threaded a catheter up my dick and inflated it. After cleaning up, he then retrieved a second box. Pulling out a hard metal chastity belt, he then threaded my soft dick into the chastity tube. The waist belt was then locked with my catheter coming out through a small hole at the bottom of the belt. Flat chains came from the bottom of the belt and fastend to the waist belt itself leaving my ass exposed.
"So boi, do you think this is enough or should we add more?"
"Do with me as you wish... I am collared and in your service."
"That you are boi." And with that, another box was presented.
"Before I open this box boi, we need to give you a second coat."
Again, my body was coated with a water based lube. As he opened the third box, he spread out a larger yet heavier latex suit. Taking his time, the legs of the suit were lubed and each of my legs were inserted. As the suit was pulled up to my waist, the catheter was threaded through a grommet hole in my crotch. Looking down, I noticed I also had zippers that coverd the place were my nipples were under the suit.
Number 1 then produce a rather large but plug. Soon, he began to finger my hole getting me to relax. Soon the fingers were replaced by a constant pressure of the plug. Again I found myself pulling on my restraints and with a yelp, the plug slid into place. One at a time my arms were released and my arms were placed into the second layer of latex. The suit was then zipped up the back and then locked to my collar around my neck.
Number one then presented a pair of boots that came up to my knee. In spite of the latex, my lower legs slid into the boots as the straps of the boots were tightened. Black knee pads were then added to the top of my new boots.
At this point, only my hands and my head were exposed outside of the latex. Going over to the wall, number one selected a shackle combination. My ankles were then locked into the shackles and as my wrists were released, they were locked into the cuffs of the shackles.
Number 1 then led me from the room to a service elevator in the hall. We entered the elevator and Number 1 sellected a floor contolled by his master key.
As the door of the elevator opened, we walked directly into the Master's bedroom. I was then led over to a corner of the room where my leash was removed and a chain was locked to my collar and shackle combination. The but plug, chastity belt and latex all began to become a part of my being. Number 1 then ordered me to kneel and wait for the Master to come.
As I sat in the corner chained and on my knees, I took a moment to look around the room. To my right there was a massive four post bed cover in leather. The posts of the bed were at least a foot square in diameter with iron rings bolted into the posts. On the other side of the bed, a stone wall went the length of the room. While there were windows in the stone, they were covered by heavy leather panels.
On the wall across from the bed was the main door flanked by book cases and to my immediate left was another stone wall with shackles hanging from hooks cemented into the wall. In the corner to my left was what looked like a rack and at the foot of the bed was this device that looked like a cross between stocks and a whipping bench. While the room was rather dark, spot lights overhead illuminated the bed, the stocks/whipping bench and the rack. Also on my left and on opposite sides of the shackles anchored in the wall were two doors that were closed.
As I sat there and waited, I didn't have to wait long. The main doors opened and in walked the Master. The latex he wore earlier was removed and his bare chest and wash board abdomen came up from his low cut leather pants. As he walked over toward me, I bowed my head and looked at his boots. Instinctively, I began to lick his boots and he began to stroke my head.
"Good boi!"
As he unlocked the chain that connected my shackles to the floor in the corner, I followed him to his bed. As he locked the chain to one of the anchors on the post of the head board, He then ordered me to lay down next to him facing away from him and he placed his massive arms around my body.
As he unzipped the covers over my nipples, he began to whisper that I belonged to him and that this is what I was meant to be. In side it was everything and more that I wanted.
He then placed nipple clamps on the ends of my tits and then opened the back side of the heavy latex cat suit. As he removed my but plug, I yelped as he pulled it out quickly. He then started to place his fingers inside my hole and I began to moan with pleasure. Soon his fingers were removed and I felt the head of his dick begin to move inside my hole.
Very gently he entered my body and began to fuck me. His dick was huge and I thought at first I would be ripped open. The only thing that I could think of was "God, please don't let me disappoint Him."
Soon the pain disappeared and I began to feel only pleasure as he moved in and out of my ass. In turn, I began to work with his rhythm pushing down as he went in and pulling back as he went out. While I never saw his dick enter into my body it felt as if he had to be at least 12 inches long.
As he pulled on the chain attached to my nips and fucked my ass, I experience my first orgasm without having my dick hard. It was absolutely incredible. As my body started to spasm, the Master also started to cum. As I felt his dick start to throb and fill cum in my ass, I started to beg for him to stop. My senses were on overload and I though I would pass out.
Instead of stopping, he only fucked me harder and I began to scream as the next orgasm came through my body stronger than the first one. Again he came in my ass yet after this second wave, he pulled out leaving me gasping for air. He then grabbed my collar and directed my mouth to his dick. It was wet and still had some cum dripping from the head. I knew what to do and went to work cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue. While his dick was not the 12 inches I imagined, it was a good 8 inches semi hard. As I dared to look up, he smiled at me and said I pleased him greatly. He place his dick back into his cod piece and snapped the cod piece closed. He then got off the bed and I did the same kneeling at his feet going only as far as the chain and shackles would allow. He pressed a button on the side of the bed and ordered me to stay. As he left through the door on my left, Number one came in through the 2nd door on the other side of the shackles on the wall.
As Number 1 came toward me, I looked up at him and as he knelt down, he said, "You did very well and the Master is very pleased."
And after that I was ordered to bend over as Number 1 replaced the but plug up my ass. While I was more open to it, I still yelped as it sealed itself in my now tender hole. He then zipped up the back of my ass under the heavy latex and removed my nipple clamps as I caught my breath from having them removed suddenly. Number 1 then attached his leash to my collar and unlocked me from the headboard of the bed and said, "You have done very well, now it is time to see how much more bondage you can take." And with that remark I followed him through the door he entered wondering what would be next.