“I’m… not sure I like doing this on the street, Sir.” Ken’s heart pumped, worried someone he knew would turn the corner any minute.
“Bullshit, boy,” Bruce scoffed. “Your profile has ‘public,’ ‘exhibition,’ and ‘humiliation’ all over it. As does mine—which you cruised a dozen times at least.”
“I can tell you’re rock hard. Is your heart pounding, too? You’re supposed to be scared. This is exactly what you wanted and you know it.”
Ken hung his head, then looked back up at Bruce. “You’re right, Sir, I really do like it… but I think I’ve had enough for now.”
“I understand. But I haven’t had enough, boy. We can end the scene here, and I go home thinking I met a flake who’s all talk… or you can stay on the leash a few minutes longer and we keep getting to know each other.”
Ken stood up. “I’m no flake, Sir.”
Bruce grunted his approval. “Good. Because I live right above the leather bar. Everyone’s going to see my new himbo boytoy.”
Ken hung his head again, his face red with humiliation. The leather men hooted and hollered, calling Ken a bitch, a slut, a fag. Ken’s cock throbbed through his embarrassment.
“Hey Bruce, whatcha got there? New toy?”
“What’s up, Alec. Want to join the fun? Hey boy, my friends are going to watch us. You good? If not, you’re going home.”
Ken couldn’t believe what was happening. He was terrified of what was happening—but it was all of his jerk-off fantasies coming to life, too.
“I’m good, Sir,” he said, his voice trembling.
“He’s good, Alec. Bring your friends.”
Instead of going up the condo building’s stairs, Bruce pulled the leash towards a metal door with a staircase going to a basement. Distracted by the group of men and the strange surroundings, Ken scarcely realized what was happening before his hands were hoisted overhead, handcuffed to a hook in the wall. He struggled, beginning to panic. Bruce pressed his hand firmly against his mouth, stopping him from speaking.
“He’s untested and scared, Alec. Maybe we’d better send your friends home. We have business to get to, anyway.”
Ken had no idea what that could mean.
“Time to inspect the goods,” Alec said.
Ken gazed into Alec’s eyes. He was even hotter than Bruce. He relaxed a little bit, enjoying the feeling of Alec’s strong hands feeling his body, squeezing his muscles, cupping his cock.
“You said his cock would be caged,” Alec said.
“I’ve barely had him an hour. I didn’t expect to run into you so soon. The cage is by the door.”
“Totally untrained, too. Your price is too high, he’ll take work.”
“I’ll knock a hundred off,” Bruce answered, a little too quickly.
“You’ll take $250 off or the deal is off, too,” Alec said with confidence.”
Ken spoke up suddenly. “Hey, wait? What the fuck is this?”
Bruce smacked Ken across the face. “You shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you,” he barked. Then he turned and reluctantly took the smaller amount of money from Alec.
Bruce walked out with his money. Ken’s heart was pounding, his breath ragged—but his cock betrayed him. This wasn’t real, right? This was a scene, they were roleplaying with him. They had to be.
“Listen up, pretty boy,” Alec whispered into his ear, “You’re mine now. Bruce told me every fantasy you shared with him. Today is your lucky day, because now that you’re mine, you will live out each and every one.”
Ken opened his mouth to speak, but Alec quickly clamped a gloved hand over it. “I did not acquire you for your opinions. Or your pretty face, or your pretty blond hair. Now let’s get you into something more appropriate for serving me.”
Ken cowered under Alec’s dominance. He was so overwhelmed by the formidable man that escape didn’t even occur to him as the handcuffs were released and Alec roughly tore off his pink shirt and shorts. He wondered how he would get home without them as Alec changed him into a latex outfit that was so tight he wondered if it would even come back off.
And then the sound of clippers, and a pile of blond hair dropping to the floor in front of him. His head shot up.
“Bro, what the fuck!” He felt the buzzed stripe down the center of his head. “This is over, get me out of this!”
Alec swiftly came around behind Ken, and wrapped his bicep around Ken’s neck, cutting off his circulation just enough so Ken would feel it.
“Bro? BRO?” He squeezed tighter. “The word you want is Master. You’ll address me as such, when I allow you to speak. He closed his arm fully around Ken’s neck, and right at the moment Ken was about to drop, pulled a latex hood out of his back pocket and slid it with a practiced maneuver over Ken’s head. Ken was barely conscious of the attached pecker gag filling his mouth until it was too late.
Alec spoke again, cruel mirth audible in his commanding voice. “We’ll finish your haircut later, faggot. I’ll leave you looking stupid so next time you see your reflection, you’ll think twice about your role here.”
Ken whimpered, still woozy from the headlock, unable to speak from the mouth-filling gag. It went deep, requiring his full concentration to keep himself from gagging on it.
Concentration he didn’t have—Alec’s arm was around his neck again, and this time he passed out quickly.
He awoke relieved to find nothing around his neck, but the relief didn’t last. His upper body was immobilized. His hands pulled painfully tight around his back, straps cinching his arms together into place. The rubber was so impossibly tight on his body he couldn’t even imagine how Alec could have gotten it on him alone. And, suddenly, he felt a throbbing in his ass. A butt plug. A big one. His cock, betraying him again, was attempting an erection, only to be stymied by a minuscule chastity cage.
He heard Alec speaking, but not to him.
“What’s up, brothers? This is Alec, owner of The Padlock. I’m pleased to announce we’ve added a new amenity to our VIP lounge! The gimp is present for all operating hours…well, all hours… and available for all approved uses. See our website for details. To celebrate, for one time only, we’re opening the VIP lounge to the public all night. Come give him a taste of his new life. I only you ask that you don’t go easy on him.”
Alec turned off his phone, and returned to Ken’s side.
“You really shouldn’t trust a random stranger you just met online to put a collar around your neck and walk you off the street, Ken. But since you did, let me give you some advice.”
Ken whimpered as Alec continued.
“Forget your name. You’re just a dungeon gimp, now. And the sooner you learn to love it, the easier it’ll be.”
He didn’t wait for a reaction. He walked to the exit, turned off the light, and locked the door behind him until the bar opened.
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