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With one man on each limb, I was picked up and manhandled onto the chair.With my mouth gagged I tried my best to beg for them not to, but there wasnothing I could do. Swiftly they set to strapping me in, cuffs over the wrists,a thick, tight leather belt around my waist, straps all up my chest, aroundmy ankles. Within a few moments my naked body (except for my steel chastitydevice and collar) was locked into the chair, which itself was bolted to thefloor in the warm, damp dungeon.
The Leather Masters, as they were known to me, stood back and admired theirwork. I continued to struggle, completely in vain. I had been the Leather Mastersslaveboy for about 2 years now. It had been a part-time thing, but they hadalways been in full-time control. Aged 22 I'd answered an advert so that Icould gain a bit of bondage/sub experience. I wanted to see if I liked it,if it lived up to my fantasies as much as I hoped. I'd never anticipated whatwas to happen. They had a list of questions, which I answered back via email,height, age, weight, cock size, neck size etc. After they accepted me, I metone of them at a deserted lay-by in the country and after willingly being fittedwith a blindfold, handcuffs and placed in the trunk of his car, I was drivento what I later discovered was a barn, in the middle of nowhere. I was interviewed,or rather grilled and then tested with a variety of sexual acts and bondage/torturepositions. I hated it. Almost immediately I decided that my fantasies werejust that and should remain that. Unfortunately, I had submitted to the restof the weekend… Whilst I had decided that slavery was not for me, itseemed that the Leather Masters had decided otherwise.
My wrists were cuffed to a pole, about 1m wide. To this pole was attached2 chains, leading up into the eaves of the barn. My ankles met the same fate,the chains leading from that were anchored into the floor. Slowly tighteningthe chains, I was raised up about 30cm off the ground, despite my muffled protestsbeneath the gag. I was completely naked and fully exposed, leaving them plentyof opportunity to set to work: they fitted a cruel steel chastity device – ahomemade one. It was a small steel tube, clamped tight over my cock, a steelring bound firm around the base of my cock and balls. To fix it in place theyadopted a rather extreme (and escape-proof method). They pierced my cock andhooked a small loop thorough the hole. The pain was unbelievable, but suspendedfrom the beams in the barn, legs spread-eagle, I had no choice in the matter.The ring was then locked to the chastity tube. Additionally, to prevent thering at the base of my cock and balls coming off (which was impossible anyway),they anchored it in place with 3 further piercings at the base, and lockedthem to the ring. In later weeks I would try everything to get this horribledevice off, but the locks and pierced mountings were all so close to delicateareas that there was no way of removing it without the keys, which were ofcourse kept safe by the Leather Masters.
In addition to the chastity device I was fitted with a steel collar, foam-lined,tight and escape proof. Nipple rings were locked through my nipples and thenone of the Masters tattooed each of my ass cheeks with the Leather Masters'logo above the description "ENSLAVED". This was all in the first night! I waspanic stricken and completely in shock. The first evening of my long weekendwas over and the Leather Masters lowered me down to the floor. Tears streamingdown my face, I was carried over to a low pillory, and locked into a kneelingposition on the concrete floor of the barn – my wrists and neck werefixed in place, my ankles raised off the ground and strapped onto an uncomfortablebar. The lights were turned off and the doors locked shut, I was left for thenight, a sleepless night of pure agony. Increasingly the pain grew and grewand by the morning I was desperate, tears streaming down my face. I would havedone anything to get free of this position. This was something that the LeatherMasters were counting on. They returned in the morning and took advantage ofmy exposed ass and each fucked me, one after the other. Then the leader, aman in his early 40s I guess, dressed head to toe in their standard leatheruniform of boots, leathers and jacket – I would never see them dressedany differently. He spoke to me as I whimpered in total agony. Did I want tobe released from this position? I nodded furiously. Good, well I was goingto have to cooperate fully. I had to give the Leather Masters all the detailsabout me, my home, my family, my friends, job, financial details, in shorteverything. I had no choice but to agree or I would have faced the rest ofthe weekend stuck like that – something my body just couldn't imagine.The gag was removed and I told them everything, absolutely everything. In returnthe gag was replaced and I was released from the position and carried overto a small (1m square) cage hanging from one of the beams. My wrists were handcuffedbehind my back and my ankles cuffed together then I was forced into the mini-cage.They instructed me that I was allowed a couple of hours to rest, they leftme to it.
I couldn't get comfy in the cage. My wrists forced together by the tightcuffs, my ankles also in the same situation. My knees were forced up tightto my chest in order to fit in the cage, which was putting unwanted force onmy chastity device and the piercings that hadn't yet healed. My mind was racing,although I think I did technically pass out for a while, the shock and exhaustiongetting the better of me. 3 hours later I was unceremoniously dragged out ofthe cage and dumped on the floor. 2 bowls were placed infront of me, one ofwater, the other of a stodgy, foody mess. My gag was removed and I was instructedto eat and drink everything. My hands were still cuffed behind me so I draggedmyself over the bowls and started eating and drinking. Forced to hurry by themen I ate as quickly as I could and then they picked me up and carried me overto the other side of the barn. My gag was removed, briefly to allow a leatherhood, which was produced from nowhere to be pulled over my head. The thickleather smelled strong, it was obviously a new hood. I could do nothing tostop them pulling it tight and locking it to my collar with several padlocks.There were no eyeholes but there was a small hole over the mouth, enough tolet the plug gag to be reinserted and locked behind my head. Suddenly therewas this loud buzzing, white noise ringing in my ears, like it was right insidemy head. For a moment I thought the shock had sent my ears into spasms, butI soon realised that the hood was fitted with mini wireless earphones, coveringand pushed into my ears by the tight hood. I was placed down onto a stool,the centre of which had a large butt plug, which slowly slid into my exposedass. Straps were drawn up and tightened around my waist, to prevent me fromtrying to pull off the plug. My wrists and ankles were uncuffed, ankles pulledup and re-cuffed onto either side of the stool. I felt a wooden pole placedalong my shoulders and my wrists were cuffed to either end of it. Fixed inthis position it was impossible to rest in any way. My ass hurt from the pluginside me. My ankles hurt from the position they were forced into and my armsand shoulders started to ache from being kept in this one position. The whitenoise was buzzing in my ears, I couldn't stop it entering my head, it mademy normal thought processes impossible. I couldn't concentrate on anythingexcept how I wanted out of this so badly. I twisted and flexed, I tried towhimper and moan. I was completely sealed off from the outside world. I alreadyhad no idea how long I'd been like that, or whether the Leather Masters werewatching me endure this torture.
After what felt like weeks (though it was more likely to have been a fewhours) I could feel someone unlocking my ankles and straps and easing me offthe stool. Still the white noise was playing and my wrists were still fixedin place – I couldn't tell now if this was some hallucination or actuallyhappening. I was carried over a few metres and bent forwards over some haybales where I was fucked again, 4 times, one for each of them. Their rhythmentered my head as they forced themselves deeper into me each time, for a momentit felt like I could hear a beat among the white noise, but that was probablyjust my mind playing tricks. Afterwards my wrists were freed and, white noisestill playing, I was taken to the cage again and squeezed into it.
The rest of the weekend was spent being moved from one torturous positionto the cage and back again as they gradually wore me down. From the momentthe hood had been placed on me and the white noise switched on, it wasn't removeduntil Sunday night, when I was permitted to leave. I was given water and pureedfood though the gag, which had a clever tube device through which they couldforce-feed me.
Sunday evening I was allowed to leave. The hood was removed, my clothes weregiven back to me, blinking to wait for my eyes to catch up with the light Istood and pointed at my chastity device, hoping they would unlock me so I couldgo. The Leather Masters all laughed at my innocence, some sheets of paper wereplaced infront of me. The title read "Contract of Servitude". I was instructedto sit on a chair and read through it before signing. The contract was verydetailed. I was basically instructed that I was now their long-distance slave.I had been marked by them and now wore their property (chastity tube, piercingsand collar). The contract stated that I would be permitted to return to mynormal life but I must visit them for one weekend per month, without fail.They would fix the weekend and I would have to stick to it. In addition I wouldhave to complete various tasks that they would send me via email to a speciallyset up email account. Tasks would include having to go to certain fetish clubnights etc and performing certain duties at home when they desired it – basicallyanything they desired and instructed me to do I would have to carry it out.Whilst I'd been locked up they had used the information to go to my flat. Webcamshad been installed, all running off my broadband line. They could now watchme 24/7 if they wished. Also, all of the information they had gained from meand from snooping around my flat would come in useful for blackmail purposed.Failure to abide by their instructions would result in punishment. FinallyI would have to pay a fee to my Masters, £300 per month, this would covergeneral admin/setup costs of servitude and also it would show my devotion tomy new Masters. The payment figure can be raised or lowered at the Mastersdiscretion and also depending on the slave's obedience. Failure to keep upwith these payments or repeated failure to perform the set tasks would resultin a revoking of the contract and an automatic default to a second contract.This was on a separate sheet, which I turned to next. This contract was oneof 24/7 total slavery. If this contract were invoked then I would be kidnappedfrom my current life, NEVER to return. I would be taken to a secret locationand kept there for the rest of my life. It would be a life of being trained,broken, tortured and used as the Leather Masters see fit. The first contracthas a term of 5 years. If I can satisfy the Masters for this contract termthen it and the second contract will expire and I will be permitted to go aboutmy life. I was numb with shock, but had no choice but to sign the documentsbefore being pushed into the trunk of the car and driven back to the road wheremy car awaited me. I started the engine and pulled away, putting my foot downuntil I was clear of them, then pulling over in tears. My hands pulled theview mirror into my direction and I clawed at the collar locked tight aroundmy neck. My hands moved down to my crotch, where beneath my jeans the horriblesteel device was tight around my cock and the piercings burned as they slowlyhealed. What the hell was I going to find back at my flat, what would happento my life now, had they really just taken control of me?
To be continued…
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