by leatherkinkboy
I was running a bit late for the job interview. If I took public transport I would definitely be too late. I did not want to risk that as I was really keen on getting that position. The reason why I was running late was because I was watching porn. I kept myself locked since a week in a tight cobra chastity cage and I was constantly horny since that. The feeling of submissiveness and humiliation a chastity cage gives me is really horny to me so I wear it quite often. Sadly I have nobody who would want to control the keys for me for longer periods but it is also fun to keep myself locked while chatting with dominant guys on the internet who motivate me to stay locked and denied longer and longer. So I was watching porn of a guy in some kind of leather bondage suit, completely helpless, strapped down, gagged, hooded and only his locked cock was showing out. This image was so hot to me. He was tortured, verbally humiliated and touched by several men in the video. At some point they unzipped a zipper at his ass and started fucking him. After cumming into him they plugged him again. I got really carried away with this video. I huffed some poppers imagining myself in the position of this slave and got so horny. But of course because of my cage orgasm was not an option. And I loved it that way. I only got hornier because of it. The video was super long and I was so intrigued in watching it that I almost forgot the time. When I looked at the clock I quickly but also unwillingly closed my laptop. I definitely wanted to finish the video when I came back home.
But now I had to get ready. I quickly decided to go with my motorcycle. If I would put on my leather bikersuit over my normal work attire I could still appear there dressed well after I would take the bikersuit off. Sliding on the suit made of thick, hard but at the same time soft leather made me kind of excited. Leather was my favourite material. Being encased in the suit brought up images of the video again and my cock uselessly tried getting erect again in my tight cage. I put on my Wesco boots and grabbed some leather gauntlets. Now I was in leather from head to toe. The best feeling in this world. I grabbed my helmet and left the flat. I ran down the stairs and hopped on my motorcycle, started the engine and fastened the helmet tightly around my head. And then I went off. The streets were empty so I was able to speed up quite a bit. The speed and the air pushing against my leathersuit felt really good. And the vibrating machine against my locked nub were also quite arousing. But I needed to focus now and go through the job description in my head again to prepare.
So the position was extremely well paid. That was what drew me to it so much. It was a very upper class salary. It wasn´t really clear though what I actually would be doing in this job, all the descriptions were very vague. But they had a lot of requirements on the applicants and to my great luck I fit them all. So the position was kind of an assistant in a company in a “rental” business. They said they don´t have a website because they only work with very chosen clients on a trust basis. The company has very good reviews from the clients and because there isn’t much people being able to afford their services, word spread quickly about the quality. I looked them up on google maps and there they had a big office in an industrial area and indeed all the reviews were 5 stars. All the comments were very positive yet weirdly they were all anonymous. But considering it is a quite expensive rental company I wasn´t surprised the customers wanted to stay anonymous. Yet I was really curious what they were renting out as it wasn´t clear from the comments either. They definitely were looking for a young men. Also he needed to be in shape as they described the job as physically quite demanding at times. I wasn´t maybe the most muscular but I was 25 years young and doing sport on a regular basis and eating very healthy kept me very fit. As an assistant they also required a mindset of loyalty and being obedient to the superiors. I am generally a peoples pleaser and quite submissive towards men in power so that was also something that I seemed to be really suitable for. They were looking for someone single with not much social ties because they said that the job was really time consuming and being too much of a social person would not allow the focus on work that is needed in this position. Me having recently just moved to Japan and having no friends here yet was perfect for that. I mean I would want to make friends and date at some point but the money was worth it and to be honest once I had the job they couldn´t stop me from doing so. They really seemed to have liked my application because they invited me very quickly for an interview. Only two days after sending the application I was invited for a interview and “personal test run” just the following week. And here I was on my way to this really promising interview.
Now I reached the industrial part of the city. Fewer and fewer people were seen on the street and there was only big storehouses and factories. Finally I saw my destination. It was a quite big concrete building in a brutalistic but modern style. No windows at all. That made me a bit sad as I really liked working with natural light. But not knowing what they actually do maybe it was needed. It was a smaller side road so really off the public. I parked my motorcycle in the garage and took my helmet off. When I started to take my gauntlets off and was about to unzip my suit a firm deep voice stopped me. “There is no need to do that. We would rather take you immediately to the interview. No need for formal attire in our business.” I turned around and saw a stunning looking man. Tall, much more muscular than me and a short but stylish haircut. He wore glasses and behind them I noticed cold, emotionless eyes. But what stuck out even more to me was his outfit. He wore some padded leather pants and tall doc marten boots. His white t-shirt was tucked into his pants. It looked amazing and hot and my imprisoned cock reacted to it. “You seem to be stunned by my outfit. We wear what we want here. And I am a biker too. Like many others here. I was ordered to pick you up and already make myself a picture from your behaviour. You are ready to go. Come with me. And put the gloves back on.” The last bit sounded like a command. I haven´t even said a word yet so overwhelmed was I from the situation. But I couldn´t resist his strict tone and put the gloves back on. But I was confused as to why. This all didn´t seem like a normal company. I followed him after he guided me to get going with an arm firmly around my waist almost touching my butt. I was too nervous to say a thing and so the only thing that was to hear was creaking leather and boots walking on the floor as we walked through the building. There was not much to see. The corridors were empty and without decorations and all doors to the side were closed. The doors seemed rigid and more secure than others, many of them having bolds and additional locks on them some of them even looking like prison doors. I got more and more uneasy as we continued walking through the building.
At some point we reached a relatively normal door. The guy opened the door for me and grabbed my hips again to guide me into the room. I felt his leathered legs and his crotch close to my leather clad ass and my nub strained like crazy again. “Go in, boy.” I shuddered when I heard him calling me boy and felt even more insecure. The room was small and mostly empty. Only a table with two chairs on both sides, one of them bigger and higher than the other one. The bigger one was occupied by an equally as the other, if not more breathtaking guy. Probably around his 30s, tall and well built and a very sharp face. Brown hair that was styled in a kind of very strict way. He was wearing tight leather pants that perfectly showcased his muscular feet and secured by a thick leather belt. Some knee high leather boots, perfectly polished and suspenders. Also some short tight fitting leather gloves and a white tight cotton t-shirts showing his trained muscular body. He looked absolutely like a dream in this outfit.
The guy who picked me up guided me into the chair and with some pressure on my shoulders signaled me to sit down. I did and faced a little bit upwards the gorgeous man across me. His eyes were also cold like that of the other guy but seemed even a bit more evil. “Hello. I am the boss of this company and will interview you now. We got a tight time schedule so you will only talk when being asked to. Do you understand?” “Hello, yes I do” His voice was in a no nonsense tone and sounded like he was of very short patience. I did not want to upset him. “You are Felix Mertens is that correct?” “Yes exactly” “You applied for this position here. It is a very demanding position and we can only hire the best of the best. We run several tests before and during our application process and you are very lucky as we are very happy with what we have seen so far. You are in a good physical condition and we were so free to do some backchecks on you just to see if you were lying in your application. You were not and that is very fortunate for us. You seem to have not much social ties in our country yet.” “Excuse me what backup tests did you do?” that sounded kind of suspicious to me. I know that some companies use unorthodox methods of doing research on their applicants but I was not ok with this. “I said only speak when you are spoken to. Interrupt me one more time and you will regret it. I expect nothing but total obedience from my assistant. Are we clear here?” „Yes Sir!“ I shuddered. His tone and what he just said felt absolutely not okay. In another situation I would have already left. But the guys had some kind of grip on me. I must say in their outfits and in their dominant behaviour they intrigued me a lot and it felt impossible to not do what they said. So I stayed quiet. “Besides your little interruption right now our research showed us you are exactly what we are looking for. No attachments in the social life. Physically fit. And exactly the right mindset for what we have planned for this position. And also you look good. But don´t get too cherished about this compliment. It is not much of importance later in this position but gives us a little extra kick.” I felt very stiff. Something here seemed off. The way he talked about me didn´t feel in any way appreciative and the whole situation seemed unsafe and I didn´t know what I was getting myself into. But yet my caged nub was straining like crazy in its prison. Some part of me was secretly enjoying this atmosphere of danger with these two guys around me absolutely dominating the conversation so far.
“Well I think we can continue the application process to stage 2.” The Boss gave the guy staying in the back a sign with his eyes. When I wanted to turn around suddenly the guy who picked me up grabbed me forcefully and put a cloth to my nose and mouth. I immediately panicked and tried to wriggle out of his grip. But he was too strong. Now the boss also got up and took over the cloth and grabbed my hair to look me straight into my eyes. The other guy now securely held me with both hands while I felt more and more dizzy. While I was slowly fainting the dark cold sadistic eyes seemed to be getting right into my soul. I felt so helpless and scared. And then I dosed off.
When I woke up I still felt kind of dizzy. I tried moving but I realized it was impossible. I was restricted. I tried to figure out what I was bound in. My body was covered in straps securing me to some kind of wall it seemed. Tight leather was covering my hole body. My legs seemed to be in a kind of sleep sack but my upper part seemed to be restrained in a kind of straitjacket. It was all extremely tightly buckled and the belts were there for extra security. My head was covered in a hood and a thick collar seemed to be locked around my neck. Even my head was strapped to the wall. My attempts in moving resulted in barely anything besides me getting exhausted and leather creaking. That sound and the realization of absolute helplessness let me moan out hornily. Only then I realized my mouth was forced wide open with a huge leather pecker gag. Only muffled grunts came out from my moan. And also my hole seemed to be filled with a huge buttplug massaging my prostate. That caused my still locked nub to strain crazily in its cage. I felt some air on it so this seemed to be the only part of my body not covered by leather. I wriggled more and more to fight the binds. I called for help one but only resulted in a muffled grunt. Soon I was tired of all the struggling. Through the fading haze of desperation and discomfort, as I continued to squirm, I recognized signs that my body was finally adjusting to the situation. The erotic sensations of the amazingly restrictive bondage made me feel restless, hot, sweaty and – FUCK – incredibly horny! Of course I was also scared what was happening to me and what they wanted to do but it was very hard at the moment to focus on something else except the omnipresent helplessness. I imagined how I must look like from the outside and pictured the leathery gimp I am right now wriggling uselessly. Suddenly I realized I was in the exact same position as the guy in the porn I was watching this morning. Everything was exactly like in the video. The straps the straitjacket sleep sack combination. Only the caged nub showing out. I was deeply worried what was happening. Did they hack my computer and knew what I was watching? Was it just a coincidence?
Suddenly I heard movement around me and I stopped the wriggling to be able to hear something except the creaking of leather. I heard footsteps. And finally the bosses voice close to my ear „Congrats boy. You have been hired.“
Part 2
„Congrats boy. You have been hired.“
Bosses voice gave me the chills. It was cold and sounded sadistic and evil. I noticed that already in the interview but now it was even more unsettling. Like he didn’t have to play nice anymore. I struggled in fear trying to find any kind of slack or any possibility to get free. But the straps and leather held me tightly encased not allowing much noticeable movement at all. Just lots of leather creaking. The sound of that almost making me give in to the pleasure of the feeling that I loved so much. Being tightly bound and helpless. But this was not a bdsm date. I was drugged. I couldn’t give in to them. And yet my nub strained.
„Yes test your bonds. You will find that they won’t give in. Yet it looks hot and cute trying. Don´t stop it even though it will be futile. That’s your job now. We love to see you struggling as our new bondage and torture toy. If you don´t struggle we will certainly make you.
But enough of the sweet talk. I think it is finally time to reveal to you the position you have been hired for. We’re a business for sex work. We do have also regular sex workers working for us. We treat them fair and they get a good income for that. Above average. They don’t know about this part of the business though. We just use them as a kind of cover up for what brings the actual money. Slave rental and trade and hardcore porn. We have clients who are not satisfied by a regular callboy. They want to have a toy completely at their mercy doing whatever they want to him. People are willing to pay a fortune for that kind of thing. Yet that is nothing we can ask for a regular hooker to do. They would not want to work for us any longer and we might get into legal troubles.
We figured another way to do that. We just kidnap people. Which we then turn into our permanent slaves. People like you. We rent them to our clients. The inner circle staff uses them privately. We make porn with them. And for the right prize and only when they are perfectly trained and conditioned we sell them for a very high prize. You might think how cruel we are to do that. Well I can be sexually very cruel and everyone in the inner circle like my colleague who picked you up is too. But if you think I am so cruel, well think about for a second why we do an application process. And why we picked you.
We only pick extremely submissive men. Who secretly or not so secretly dream of being enslaved. Having superior men decide for them. Keeping them under total control. We let the job offer only be shown to promising candidates. To guys we tracked down over the internet being extremely submissive and dreaming of enslavement. We find them on dating apps. In forums. You were easy to find. You shared that dream of belonging to someone 24/7 as your ultimate fantasy quite openly on the internet. On several pages. We kept an eye on you already for a while. But we examined you for months, collected more data, surveilled you, did more tests and research on you. And you were kind of the perfect candidate. Some of the inner circle wanted to break protocol and kidnap you immediately. With no interview. Indeed we rarely found a guy before with that extreme fantasies and desires like you. My dear colleagues wanted to skip the interview to never have contact with you in free form. They got very horny about the idea that the first Time you get to see us will be when you are already helpless. I understand them. It is a hot idea. And I granted them this wish as they were not part of the interview but they will use you if you want it or not. Yet I never break protocol. Sometimes we send boys home again after the interview and they don’t become our properties. When we don’t find the deep submission in their eyes that we expect from our full time slaves. When it’s only subs but no slaves. We send them home and let them know we didn’t pick them. And they will never hear from us ever again. You might think what difference it makes if they like it or not when we kidnap our victims. It does make a big difference.
Fags like you enjoy what we subject them to. You might want out, you might want the pain to stop at some points, you might not want to get fucked by the guys who rent you, you might want to get unlocked, you might want to cum, you might want to be a free man again. But you will be denied your wishes. What you want is completely irrelevant to us. Yet at the same time it is not by keeping you our slave her. Because by denying you those wishes we actually gave you what you were always dreaming of: total slavery. This no way out scenario is now reality for you. And even when it is total suffering, when you are in fear and frustration there is always a part inside you which will love this. Sometimes you will just want out but by not letting you out you might reach a bondage high like never before. You will wriggle and moan in total ecstasy of tight encasement and total loss of control. Sometimes pain is insufferable and you will cry and beg us to stop in your gag but we won’t. And this will allow you to reach deeper levels of submission you could not dream of before. The pain will be like a submissive mantra penetrating your mind in an almost pleasurable way. Reminding you you only exist for our pleasure now. Those states of your mind are very important for us. They are incredibly hot to witness, beautiful to film – the eyes have a very special expression to film – and our customers love when they know they reached a point in the sub where he just fully gives in. And your straining nub will be your biggest enemy showing us how fucked up you are. As expected already since I started speaking to you it is straining like crazy and starting to leak precum. I don´t need to hear you say anything. This already tells me enough. You are exactly where you are meant to be.
You know if we just kidnapped random men or even regular submissives they won’t react as beautifully as real slaves like you do. They just turn mad at some point. They turn insane and just scream or turn totally quiet and are almost like braindead. That’s not very hot. It’s much more appealing to us to have a slave with a right mindset here who is constantly fighting in his head between enjoying this total loss of control and yet at the same time hating yourself for getting you into this new life of only suffering, denial and total helplessness. And yet your nub will tell us the truth. That deep down you’re in heaven. In bondage enslavement heaven. Yet it won’t be easy for you at all. You will be broken anyways.any form of resistance in you will be broken. Any sense of pride will be deconstructed. Your mind will be rebuilt focussing only on pleasing your superiors and utter obedience and submission. You being into this will be used against you in the training. So don´t have any false hopes just because we are so nice to pick only people who are slaves at heart that we would have any mercy on you. The inner circle is all pure sadists. We don´t know the word mercy. You won’t be very comfortable as our slave. It will be a tough journey.
In the beginning you will be trained by the inner circle. You already met me. I am Master Ruben the leader of this company. I make all the final decisions here. I am superior to all the other members of the inner circle. The inner circle consists of 4 members.
You already met Master Niall. He is a medical expert knowing all kinds of drugs and how to use them for us and against the slave and is a professional on how to keep slaves physically and mentally healthy. While you are our property no permanent harm will be done to your body and mind. When you are sold thought that is not our concern anymore. Niall will do regular medical testings on you and overwatch your fitness training and diet. While he makes sure you will stay undamaged Niall loves going at the edge of this. Hurting you as much as possible without damaging you. Making the bondage as tight as possible without cutting off the air supply and blood supply but shortly before it. You will be his live guinea pig. He will administer new sexual drugs and see what they do to your body under strict surveillance of course.
Then there is Master Giacomo. He is the youngest and newest member of the inner circle. He is an expert in extreme bondage and an experienced shibari master. He is the one in charge of all the bondage items we have here at the company and constantly buys new ones. He enjoys it when his victim is not able to move anything at all anymore and this for days. He’s not really happy about Nialls concerns about a slave not being able to be stored away in the same position for days and without fitness breaks in between. He urges Niall since a while already to work on an electro program that stimulates the muscles enough so that there is no need to let a slave out of bondage for weeks. He definitely knows how to make you helpless in ways you never thought were possible before.
Our third member of the inner circle is Master Naoto. He is the oldest and most experienced Master of the inner circle. He is very protocol in style as in play. He is the most sadist of us all. In contrast to Giorgio bondage for him is not a tool to make the slave objectified and stored and helpless, for him bondage is a tool to make the slave suffer. His favorite positions are stress positions where the slave gets uncomfortable already after a short while. Only when the slave is already uncomfortable and sweating in distress he seems worthy of his attention. Then he enjoys making boys scream. Whipping, spanking, electro, ball and tit torture, breathplay and many other things. As long as it makes the boy scream and struggle. He loves fucking his slaves while they have no air supply and when they start screaming for air he loves to electroshock them with highest voltage. You will cry the most with him and you will be terrified whenever you see him smile as you know terrible things will await you.
And at last but definitely not least our Mastermind, Master Nikita. He is specialized in technological things as well as being mainly into the psychological aspect of domination. He is responsible for all our torture machines. This is very important to us so that we can keep you controlled and trained with minimum effort. His machines reach from breathcontrol/poppers machines to fuckmachines and audio devices blocking all sound out except whatever audio we want you to hear. Nipple suckers, electronic torture sets and many more. His creativity knows no boundaries when it comes to torturing a slave. He is also a skilled hypnotist knowing how to completely make a slaves mind melt away. Sometimes you will wish for Giacomo’s whipping instead of Nikitas audio loops completely bringing you to dark submissive places and almost turning you insane. And when you look into his eyes they will stare directly into your soul and you will feel as naked as never before.
The Masters of the inner circle were very carefully chosen by me as the best in their area of interest all over the world. Together we are the perfect team for this company to turn horny fags dreaming of this into real total slaves. Apart from the inner circle there are several guards who are also involved in the secret part of the company. They help in with the handling of the slaves, deal with the clients and assist in the filming and other tasks. They are also strict dominants but yet have a lot to learn still. They can use the slaves whenever they want to unless not an inner circle member or me is already occupied with him.
And above them all there is me. Master Ruben. The company was my idea and I put the team carefully together and also have the final say in who will be our slaves. I enjoy the process of transforming fags like you into helpless suffering creatures having not the slightest control of their lives anymore. I enjoy when they fully belong to the company and first of all, me. You are my property now. All the special interests of the inner circle are combined in me. What turns me on the most is this feeling of ownership over my boys. Nothing hotter than fucking a totally helpless tortured slave and lucking him into the eyes my mind penetrating his through his eyes while my cock penetrates his exposed pussy. You will be addicted to us after some time and especially to me. Your constant helplessness and total dependency on us will make sure of that. Stockholm syndrome always happens for our slaves. They are thankful for us even giving them the slightest bit of attention as they know not much nice things in life anymore. You will be at this point very soon.
When that point of total submission and erasure of resistance is reached we start making money with our slaves. First not much will change for you. You will still be as helpless as before and used by us. But we have several guards film the usage of you. We only do that at a point when we already control your mind fully. Our customers will see in the porn only begging eyes of deep submission and obedience. A total object in its place. That’s why we don’t film you earlier. A section of you will be made on our website with your slave name on it and all videos of you being used will be put there. Also pictures of you fully naked front and back and in gear in several positions and also bound and used. All data on your body and background information and your personality. While we break down our slaves fully, each of them still behave differently in their total loss of control. Some are quiet and it feels like they are meditating. Others are strugglers to constantly feel from anew their helpless state. And others are gooners who literally leak out of their cages constantly and are drifting away while making pig sounds. Every dom has different likes and he will always find the right slave for his taste on our website. The more videos and content there will be the more requests to use you will come in.
You will be rented out, first in our facility only under our supervision. Needless to say, you won’t have any choice or say who will get to use you. We don’t accept any soft watered down dams to use our properties. Our website is for extremists only, for slaves and Sirs too. Softer doms will find better subs to their likings somewhere else. So we will make sure only very strict hard Masters are renting our slaves. Other than that as long as they pay nothing matters. Looks, age or other things doesn’t matter to us and won’t matter to you as well. You are property now, your personal desires and preferences mean nothing to us anymore.
After enough training and us making sure you won’t embarrass us, we will also allow you to be rented and taken into custody of Dominants for a longer time. You will be transported in a box to their home and serve them for specific amount of times. From a few days to several months. When you are there the customer will be your Master and Superior for a while and you will obey him like you obey us. We also make sure to pick dominants who can still teach you in things and expand limits that we are not experts in to supplement our slave training to full perfection.
And at some point you might also be sold totally. We don’t do this at a set point. It depends. Sometimes we see a Sir bonding with a slave in a very special way and we just feel this is the perfect slave for this Master. Either he asks or we offer him to sell the slave to him completely. Price is based on age, health, physics, looks, performance, skills and life expectancy of the slave. Sometimes also we gut such a high offer that we don’t really care about the slaves potential level of match with a dominant. For the right price we don’t care about our slaves fate. Sometimes we also just get tired of slaves. Their looks don’t please us anymore or their responding to our enslavement is not exciting to us anymore. Then we also sell them for a cheaper price mainly to get rid of them and make space for new better looking slaves. And then the best slaves with the most submissive mindsets become property of a member of the inner circle. Those lucky slaves get to be our personal properties for the rest of their worthless lives. But only very few slaves get this privilege and it doesn’t mean much change in their daily life. They just are lucky to have a Dom who loves them and shows them this by total control by him and maybe sometimes small signs of affection. Yet don’t get your hopes too high, this rarely happens and only the best of the best slaves will be picked.
So enough talk. I think it’s time to make you ready for your first lesson slave. I hope you are as happy and excited about it as I am. Doesn’t matter if not, it won’t change a thing, fag.“
I was crying quietly. I couldn’t believe just a few hours earlier I was a more or less normal guy and now I was strapped down and rendered helpless, and just being made aware that there is no way out for me at all ever again. Fear was overcoming me. Struggling and moaning in desperate panic resulted in nothing. I was not able to do anything, to change anything about my situation. But my nub was betraying me. This shouldn’t turn me on I should try to get out and fight. Yet I was so turned on and Master Rubens voice opened a big door inside me leading into a world of darkness that seemed so tempting. It was so appealing to just give in. But I was so afraid. I squealed in a mix of fear and hornyness and somehow I couldn’t differentiate anymore which feeling was what. The more scared I was the more horny I got. And the other way around. I felt a leathered hand run over my bound objectified body and it made things even worse „Don’t worry boy. It’s a lot to take in. But soon you will realize you are living your dream as our new employee. Just let go. Give in. Be ours.“ And I did give in. I fell into this darkness behind the door. And who knew if I ever would come out of it ever again.
I was running a bit late for the job interview. If I took public transport I would definitely be too late. I did not want to risk that as I was really keen on getting that position. The reason why I was running late was because I was watching porn. I kept myself locked since a week in a tight cobra chastity cage and I was constantly horny since that. The feeling of submissiveness and humiliation a chastity cage gives me is really horny to me so I wear it quite often. Sadly I have nobody who would want to control the keys for me for longer periods but it is also fun to keep myself locked while chatting with dominant guys on the internet who motivate me to stay locked and denied longer and longer. So I was watching porn of a guy in some kind of leather bondage suit, completely helpless, strapped down, gagged, hooded and only his locked cock was showing out. This image was so hot to me. He was tortured, verbally humiliated and touched by several men in the video. At some point they unzipped a zipper at his ass and started fucking him. After cumming into him they plugged him again. I got really carried away with this video. I huffed some poppers imagining myself in the position of this slave and got so horny. But of course because of my cage orgasm was not an option. And I loved it that way. I only got hornier because of it. The video was super long and I was so intrigued in watching it that I almost forgot the time. When I looked at the clock I quickly but also unwillingly closed my laptop. I definitely wanted to finish the video when I came back home.
But now I had to get ready. I quickly decided to go with my motorcycle. If I would put on my leather bikersuit over my normal work attire I could still appear there dressed well after I would take the bikersuit off. Sliding on the suit made of thick, hard but at the same time soft leather made me kind of excited. Leather was my favourite material. Being encased in the suit brought up images of the video again and my cock uselessly tried getting erect again in my tight cage. I put on my Wesco boots and grabbed some leather gauntlets. Now I was in leather from head to toe. The best feeling in this world. I grabbed my helmet and left the flat. I ran down the stairs and hopped on my motorcycle, started the engine and fastened the helmet tightly around my head. And then I went off. The streets were empty so I was able to speed up quite a bit. The speed and the air pushing against my leathersuit felt really good. And the vibrating machine against my locked nub were also quite arousing. But I needed to focus now and go through the job description in my head again to prepare.
So the position was extremely well paid. That was what drew me to it so much. It was a very upper class salary. It wasn´t really clear though what I actually would be doing in this job, all the descriptions were very vague. But they had a lot of requirements on the applicants and to my great luck I fit them all. So the position was kind of an assistant in a company in a “rental” business. They said they don´t have a website because they only work with very chosen clients on a trust basis. The company has very good reviews from the clients and because there isn’t much people being able to afford their services, word spread quickly about the quality. I looked them up on google maps and there they had a big office in an industrial area and indeed all the reviews were 5 stars. All the comments were very positive yet weirdly they were all anonymous. But considering it is a quite expensive rental company I wasn´t surprised the customers wanted to stay anonymous. Yet I was really curious what they were renting out as it wasn´t clear from the comments either. They definitely were looking for a young men. Also he needed to be in shape as they described the job as physically quite demanding at times. I wasn´t maybe the most muscular but I was 25 years young and doing sport on a regular basis and eating very healthy kept me very fit. As an assistant they also required a mindset of loyalty and being obedient to the superiors. I am generally a peoples pleaser and quite submissive towards men in power so that was also something that I seemed to be really suitable for. They were looking for someone single with not much social ties because they said that the job was really time consuming and being too much of a social person would not allow the focus on work that is needed in this position. Me having recently just moved to Japan and having no friends here yet was perfect for that. I mean I would want to make friends and date at some point but the money was worth it and to be honest once I had the job they couldn´t stop me from doing so. They really seemed to have liked my application because they invited me very quickly for an interview. Only two days after sending the application I was invited for a interview and “personal test run” just the following week. And here I was on my way to this really promising interview.
Now I reached the industrial part of the city. Fewer and fewer people were seen on the street and there was only big storehouses and factories. Finally I saw my destination. It was a quite big concrete building in a brutalistic but modern style. No windows at all. That made me a bit sad as I really liked working with natural light. But not knowing what they actually do maybe it was needed. It was a smaller side road so really off the public. I parked my motorcycle in the garage and took my helmet off. When I started to take my gauntlets off and was about to unzip my suit a firm deep voice stopped me. “There is no need to do that. We would rather take you immediately to the interview. No need for formal attire in our business.” I turned around and saw a stunning looking man. Tall, much more muscular than me and a short but stylish haircut. He wore glasses and behind them I noticed cold, emotionless eyes. But what stuck out even more to me was his outfit. He wore some padded leather pants and tall doc marten boots. His white t-shirt was tucked into his pants. It looked amazing and hot and my imprisoned cock reacted to it. “You seem to be stunned by my outfit. We wear what we want here. And I am a biker too. Like many others here. I was ordered to pick you up and already make myself a picture from your behaviour. You are ready to go. Come with me. And put the gloves back on.” The last bit sounded like a command. I haven´t even said a word yet so overwhelmed was I from the situation. But I couldn´t resist his strict tone and put the gloves back on. But I was confused as to why. This all didn´t seem like a normal company. I followed him after he guided me to get going with an arm firmly around my waist almost touching my butt. I was too nervous to say a thing and so the only thing that was to hear was creaking leather and boots walking on the floor as we walked through the building. There was not much to see. The corridors were empty and without decorations and all doors to the side were closed. The doors seemed rigid and more secure than others, many of them having bolds and additional locks on them some of them even looking like prison doors. I got more and more uneasy as we continued walking through the building.
At some point we reached a relatively normal door. The guy opened the door for me and grabbed my hips again to guide me into the room. I felt his leathered legs and his crotch close to my leather clad ass and my nub strained like crazy again. “Go in, boy.” I shuddered when I heard him calling me boy and felt even more insecure. The room was small and mostly empty. Only a table with two chairs on both sides, one of them bigger and higher than the other one. The bigger one was occupied by an equally as the other, if not more breathtaking guy. Probably around his 30s, tall and well built and a very sharp face. Brown hair that was styled in a kind of very strict way. He was wearing tight leather pants that perfectly showcased his muscular feet and secured by a thick leather belt. Some knee high leather boots, perfectly polished and suspenders. Also some short tight fitting leather gloves and a white tight cotton t-shirts showing his trained muscular body. He looked absolutely like a dream in this outfit.
The guy who picked me up guided me into the chair and with some pressure on my shoulders signaled me to sit down. I did and faced a little bit upwards the gorgeous man across me. His eyes were also cold like that of the other guy but seemed even a bit more evil. “Hello. I am the boss of this company and will interview you now. We got a tight time schedule so you will only talk when being asked to. Do you understand?” “Hello, yes I do” His voice was in a no nonsense tone and sounded like he was of very short patience. I did not want to upset him. “You are Felix Mertens is that correct?” “Yes exactly” “You applied for this position here. It is a very demanding position and we can only hire the best of the best. We run several tests before and during our application process and you are very lucky as we are very happy with what we have seen so far. You are in a good physical condition and we were so free to do some backchecks on you just to see if you were lying in your application. You were not and that is very fortunate for us. You seem to have not much social ties in our country yet.” “Excuse me what backup tests did you do?” that sounded kind of suspicious to me. I know that some companies use unorthodox methods of doing research on their applicants but I was not ok with this. “I said only speak when you are spoken to. Interrupt me one more time and you will regret it. I expect nothing but total obedience from my assistant. Are we clear here?” „Yes Sir!“ I shuddered. His tone and what he just said felt absolutely not okay. In another situation I would have already left. But the guys had some kind of grip on me. I must say in their outfits and in their dominant behaviour they intrigued me a lot and it felt impossible to not do what they said. So I stayed quiet. “Besides your little interruption right now our research showed us you are exactly what we are looking for. No attachments in the social life. Physically fit. And exactly the right mindset for what we have planned for this position. And also you look good. But don´t get too cherished about this compliment. It is not much of importance later in this position but gives us a little extra kick.” I felt very stiff. Something here seemed off. The way he talked about me didn´t feel in any way appreciative and the whole situation seemed unsafe and I didn´t know what I was getting myself into. But yet my caged nub was straining like crazy in its prison. Some part of me was secretly enjoying this atmosphere of danger with these two guys around me absolutely dominating the conversation so far.
“Well I think we can continue the application process to stage 2.” The Boss gave the guy staying in the back a sign with his eyes. When I wanted to turn around suddenly the guy who picked me up grabbed me forcefully and put a cloth to my nose and mouth. I immediately panicked and tried to wriggle out of his grip. But he was too strong. Now the boss also got up and took over the cloth and grabbed my hair to look me straight into my eyes. The other guy now securely held me with both hands while I felt more and more dizzy. While I was slowly fainting the dark cold sadistic eyes seemed to be getting right into my soul. I felt so helpless and scared. And then I dosed off.
When I woke up I still felt kind of dizzy. I tried moving but I realized it was impossible. I was restricted. I tried to figure out what I was bound in. My body was covered in straps securing me to some kind of wall it seemed. Tight leather was covering my hole body. My legs seemed to be in a kind of sleep sack but my upper part seemed to be restrained in a kind of straitjacket. It was all extremely tightly buckled and the belts were there for extra security. My head was covered in a hood and a thick collar seemed to be locked around my neck. Even my head was strapped to the wall. My attempts in moving resulted in barely anything besides me getting exhausted and leather creaking. That sound and the realization of absolute helplessness let me moan out hornily. Only then I realized my mouth was forced wide open with a huge leather pecker gag. Only muffled grunts came out from my moan. And also my hole seemed to be filled with a huge buttplug massaging my prostate. That caused my still locked nub to strain crazily in its cage. I felt some air on it so this seemed to be the only part of my body not covered by leather. I wriggled more and more to fight the binds. I called for help one but only resulted in a muffled grunt. Soon I was tired of all the struggling. Through the fading haze of desperation and discomfort, as I continued to squirm, I recognized signs that my body was finally adjusting to the situation. The erotic sensations of the amazingly restrictive bondage made me feel restless, hot, sweaty and – FUCK – incredibly horny! Of course I was also scared what was happening to me and what they wanted to do but it was very hard at the moment to focus on something else except the omnipresent helplessness. I imagined how I must look like from the outside and pictured the leathery gimp I am right now wriggling uselessly. Suddenly I realized I was in the exact same position as the guy in the porn I was watching this morning. Everything was exactly like in the video. The straps the straitjacket sleep sack combination. Only the caged nub showing out. I was deeply worried what was happening. Did they hack my computer and knew what I was watching? Was it just a coincidence?
Suddenly I heard movement around me and I stopped the wriggling to be able to hear something except the creaking of leather. I heard footsteps. And finally the bosses voice close to my ear „Congrats boy. You have been hired.“
Part 2
„Congrats boy. You have been hired.“
Bosses voice gave me the chills. It was cold and sounded sadistic and evil. I noticed that already in the interview but now it was even more unsettling. Like he didn’t have to play nice anymore. I struggled in fear trying to find any kind of slack or any possibility to get free. But the straps and leather held me tightly encased not allowing much noticeable movement at all. Just lots of leather creaking. The sound of that almost making me give in to the pleasure of the feeling that I loved so much. Being tightly bound and helpless. But this was not a bdsm date. I was drugged. I couldn’t give in to them. And yet my nub strained.
„Yes test your bonds. You will find that they won’t give in. Yet it looks hot and cute trying. Don´t stop it even though it will be futile. That’s your job now. We love to see you struggling as our new bondage and torture toy. If you don´t struggle we will certainly make you.
But enough of the sweet talk. I think it is finally time to reveal to you the position you have been hired for. We’re a business for sex work. We do have also regular sex workers working for us. We treat them fair and they get a good income for that. Above average. They don’t know about this part of the business though. We just use them as a kind of cover up for what brings the actual money. Slave rental and trade and hardcore porn. We have clients who are not satisfied by a regular callboy. They want to have a toy completely at their mercy doing whatever they want to him. People are willing to pay a fortune for that kind of thing. Yet that is nothing we can ask for a regular hooker to do. They would not want to work for us any longer and we might get into legal troubles.
We figured another way to do that. We just kidnap people. Which we then turn into our permanent slaves. People like you. We rent them to our clients. The inner circle staff uses them privately. We make porn with them. And for the right prize and only when they are perfectly trained and conditioned we sell them for a very high prize. You might think how cruel we are to do that. Well I can be sexually very cruel and everyone in the inner circle like my colleague who picked you up is too. But if you think I am so cruel, well think about for a second why we do an application process. And why we picked you.
We only pick extremely submissive men. Who secretly or not so secretly dream of being enslaved. Having superior men decide for them. Keeping them under total control. We let the job offer only be shown to promising candidates. To guys we tracked down over the internet being extremely submissive and dreaming of enslavement. We find them on dating apps. In forums. You were easy to find. You shared that dream of belonging to someone 24/7 as your ultimate fantasy quite openly on the internet. On several pages. We kept an eye on you already for a while. But we examined you for months, collected more data, surveilled you, did more tests and research on you. And you were kind of the perfect candidate. Some of the inner circle wanted to break protocol and kidnap you immediately. With no interview. Indeed we rarely found a guy before with that extreme fantasies and desires like you. My dear colleagues wanted to skip the interview to never have contact with you in free form. They got very horny about the idea that the first Time you get to see us will be when you are already helpless. I understand them. It is a hot idea. And I granted them this wish as they were not part of the interview but they will use you if you want it or not. Yet I never break protocol. Sometimes we send boys home again after the interview and they don’t become our properties. When we don’t find the deep submission in their eyes that we expect from our full time slaves. When it’s only subs but no slaves. We send them home and let them know we didn’t pick them. And they will never hear from us ever again. You might think what difference it makes if they like it or not when we kidnap our victims. It does make a big difference.
Fags like you enjoy what we subject them to. You might want out, you might want the pain to stop at some points, you might not want to get fucked by the guys who rent you, you might want to get unlocked, you might want to cum, you might want to be a free man again. But you will be denied your wishes. What you want is completely irrelevant to us. Yet at the same time it is not by keeping you our slave her. Because by denying you those wishes we actually gave you what you were always dreaming of: total slavery. This no way out scenario is now reality for you. And even when it is total suffering, when you are in fear and frustration there is always a part inside you which will love this. Sometimes you will just want out but by not letting you out you might reach a bondage high like never before. You will wriggle and moan in total ecstasy of tight encasement and total loss of control. Sometimes pain is insufferable and you will cry and beg us to stop in your gag but we won’t. And this will allow you to reach deeper levels of submission you could not dream of before. The pain will be like a submissive mantra penetrating your mind in an almost pleasurable way. Reminding you you only exist for our pleasure now. Those states of your mind are very important for us. They are incredibly hot to witness, beautiful to film – the eyes have a very special expression to film – and our customers love when they know they reached a point in the sub where he just fully gives in. And your straining nub will be your biggest enemy showing us how fucked up you are. As expected already since I started speaking to you it is straining like crazy and starting to leak precum. I don´t need to hear you say anything. This already tells me enough. You are exactly where you are meant to be.
You know if we just kidnapped random men or even regular submissives they won’t react as beautifully as real slaves like you do. They just turn mad at some point. They turn insane and just scream or turn totally quiet and are almost like braindead. That’s not very hot. It’s much more appealing to us to have a slave with a right mindset here who is constantly fighting in his head between enjoying this total loss of control and yet at the same time hating yourself for getting you into this new life of only suffering, denial and total helplessness. And yet your nub will tell us the truth. That deep down you’re in heaven. In bondage enslavement heaven. Yet it won’t be easy for you at all. You will be broken anyways.any form of resistance in you will be broken. Any sense of pride will be deconstructed. Your mind will be rebuilt focussing only on pleasing your superiors and utter obedience and submission. You being into this will be used against you in the training. So don´t have any false hopes just because we are so nice to pick only people who are slaves at heart that we would have any mercy on you. The inner circle is all pure sadists. We don´t know the word mercy. You won’t be very comfortable as our slave. It will be a tough journey.
In the beginning you will be trained by the inner circle. You already met me. I am Master Ruben the leader of this company. I make all the final decisions here. I am superior to all the other members of the inner circle. The inner circle consists of 4 members.
You already met Master Niall. He is a medical expert knowing all kinds of drugs and how to use them for us and against the slave and is a professional on how to keep slaves physically and mentally healthy. While you are our property no permanent harm will be done to your body and mind. When you are sold thought that is not our concern anymore. Niall will do regular medical testings on you and overwatch your fitness training and diet. While he makes sure you will stay undamaged Niall loves going at the edge of this. Hurting you as much as possible without damaging you. Making the bondage as tight as possible without cutting off the air supply and blood supply but shortly before it. You will be his live guinea pig. He will administer new sexual drugs and see what they do to your body under strict surveillance of course.
Then there is Master Giacomo. He is the youngest and newest member of the inner circle. He is an expert in extreme bondage and an experienced shibari master. He is the one in charge of all the bondage items we have here at the company and constantly buys new ones. He enjoys it when his victim is not able to move anything at all anymore and this for days. He’s not really happy about Nialls concerns about a slave not being able to be stored away in the same position for days and without fitness breaks in between. He urges Niall since a while already to work on an electro program that stimulates the muscles enough so that there is no need to let a slave out of bondage for weeks. He definitely knows how to make you helpless in ways you never thought were possible before.
Our third member of the inner circle is Master Naoto. He is the oldest and most experienced Master of the inner circle. He is very protocol in style as in play. He is the most sadist of us all. In contrast to Giorgio bondage for him is not a tool to make the slave objectified and stored and helpless, for him bondage is a tool to make the slave suffer. His favorite positions are stress positions where the slave gets uncomfortable already after a short while. Only when the slave is already uncomfortable and sweating in distress he seems worthy of his attention. Then he enjoys making boys scream. Whipping, spanking, electro, ball and tit torture, breathplay and many other things. As long as it makes the boy scream and struggle. He loves fucking his slaves while they have no air supply and when they start screaming for air he loves to electroshock them with highest voltage. You will cry the most with him and you will be terrified whenever you see him smile as you know terrible things will await you.
And at last but definitely not least our Mastermind, Master Nikita. He is specialized in technological things as well as being mainly into the psychological aspect of domination. He is responsible for all our torture machines. This is very important to us so that we can keep you controlled and trained with minimum effort. His machines reach from breathcontrol/poppers machines to fuckmachines and audio devices blocking all sound out except whatever audio we want you to hear. Nipple suckers, electronic torture sets and many more. His creativity knows no boundaries when it comes to torturing a slave. He is also a skilled hypnotist knowing how to completely make a slaves mind melt away. Sometimes you will wish for Giacomo’s whipping instead of Nikitas audio loops completely bringing you to dark submissive places and almost turning you insane. And when you look into his eyes they will stare directly into your soul and you will feel as naked as never before.
The Masters of the inner circle were very carefully chosen by me as the best in their area of interest all over the world. Together we are the perfect team for this company to turn horny fags dreaming of this into real total slaves. Apart from the inner circle there are several guards who are also involved in the secret part of the company. They help in with the handling of the slaves, deal with the clients and assist in the filming and other tasks. They are also strict dominants but yet have a lot to learn still. They can use the slaves whenever they want to unless not an inner circle member or me is already occupied with him.
And above them all there is me. Master Ruben. The company was my idea and I put the team carefully together and also have the final say in who will be our slaves. I enjoy the process of transforming fags like you into helpless suffering creatures having not the slightest control of their lives anymore. I enjoy when they fully belong to the company and first of all, me. You are my property now. All the special interests of the inner circle are combined in me. What turns me on the most is this feeling of ownership over my boys. Nothing hotter than fucking a totally helpless tortured slave and lucking him into the eyes my mind penetrating his through his eyes while my cock penetrates his exposed pussy. You will be addicted to us after some time and especially to me. Your constant helplessness and total dependency on us will make sure of that. Stockholm syndrome always happens for our slaves. They are thankful for us even giving them the slightest bit of attention as they know not much nice things in life anymore. You will be at this point very soon.
When that point of total submission and erasure of resistance is reached we start making money with our slaves. First not much will change for you. You will still be as helpless as before and used by us. But we have several guards film the usage of you. We only do that at a point when we already control your mind fully. Our customers will see in the porn only begging eyes of deep submission and obedience. A total object in its place. That’s why we don’t film you earlier. A section of you will be made on our website with your slave name on it and all videos of you being used will be put there. Also pictures of you fully naked front and back and in gear in several positions and also bound and used. All data on your body and background information and your personality. While we break down our slaves fully, each of them still behave differently in their total loss of control. Some are quiet and it feels like they are meditating. Others are strugglers to constantly feel from anew their helpless state. And others are gooners who literally leak out of their cages constantly and are drifting away while making pig sounds. Every dom has different likes and he will always find the right slave for his taste on our website. The more videos and content there will be the more requests to use you will come in.
You will be rented out, first in our facility only under our supervision. Needless to say, you won’t have any choice or say who will get to use you. We don’t accept any soft watered down dams to use our properties. Our website is for extremists only, for slaves and Sirs too. Softer doms will find better subs to their likings somewhere else. So we will make sure only very strict hard Masters are renting our slaves. Other than that as long as they pay nothing matters. Looks, age or other things doesn’t matter to us and won’t matter to you as well. You are property now, your personal desires and preferences mean nothing to us anymore.
After enough training and us making sure you won’t embarrass us, we will also allow you to be rented and taken into custody of Dominants for a longer time. You will be transported in a box to their home and serve them for specific amount of times. From a few days to several months. When you are there the customer will be your Master and Superior for a while and you will obey him like you obey us. We also make sure to pick dominants who can still teach you in things and expand limits that we are not experts in to supplement our slave training to full perfection.
And at some point you might also be sold totally. We don’t do this at a set point. It depends. Sometimes we see a Sir bonding with a slave in a very special way and we just feel this is the perfect slave for this Master. Either he asks or we offer him to sell the slave to him completely. Price is based on age, health, physics, looks, performance, skills and life expectancy of the slave. Sometimes also we gut such a high offer that we don’t really care about the slaves potential level of match with a dominant. For the right price we don’t care about our slaves fate. Sometimes we also just get tired of slaves. Their looks don’t please us anymore or their responding to our enslavement is not exciting to us anymore. Then we also sell them for a cheaper price mainly to get rid of them and make space for new better looking slaves. And then the best slaves with the most submissive mindsets become property of a member of the inner circle. Those lucky slaves get to be our personal properties for the rest of their worthless lives. But only very few slaves get this privilege and it doesn’t mean much change in their daily life. They just are lucky to have a Dom who loves them and shows them this by total control by him and maybe sometimes small signs of affection. Yet don’t get your hopes too high, this rarely happens and only the best of the best slaves will be picked.
So enough talk. I think it’s time to make you ready for your first lesson slave. I hope you are as happy and excited about it as I am. Doesn’t matter if not, it won’t change a thing, fag.“
I was crying quietly. I couldn’t believe just a few hours earlier I was a more or less normal guy and now I was strapped down and rendered helpless, and just being made aware that there is no way out for me at all ever again. Fear was overcoming me. Struggling and moaning in desperate panic resulted in nothing. I was not able to do anything, to change anything about my situation. But my nub was betraying me. This shouldn’t turn me on I should try to get out and fight. Yet I was so turned on and Master Rubens voice opened a big door inside me leading into a world of darkness that seemed so tempting. It was so appealing to just give in. But I was so afraid. I squealed in a mix of fear and hornyness and somehow I couldn’t differentiate anymore which feeling was what. The more scared I was the more horny I got. And the other way around. I felt a leathered hand run over my bound objectified body and it made things even worse „Don’t worry boy. It’s a lot to take in. But soon you will realize you are living your dream as our new employee. Just let go. Give in. Be ours.“ And I did give in. I fell into this darkness behind the door. And who knew if I ever would come out of it ever again.