MASTER JAKE MADE ME HIS SLAVE -- PART 3
Note: This is a series of stories based on some true events that happened to me plus some fantasy excitement (especially later episodes). Everyone involved is an adult. Anything that happened to me was/is entirely consensual ... I remain a very happy submissive, slut, pig, whore. At all points, any participant can say "no" and that did/will happen at some points. Let your imaginations go wild. Enjoy!
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PART 3: PUBLIC HUMILIATION
James had kicked me in the balls and I was writhing, squeaking my grunts of pain. James then slapped my face with his hand which dislodged his sneaker on my face, and he was laughing. His big dick was hard and he stroked it in front of me. "Fucking faggot" he said repeatedly "you want this big straight dick, right?" ... "Yes, sir" I replied. "I don't let fags touch it" he said. He removed his sneaker from my neck (where it was lodged after his face slap), and then suddenly he grunted and blew his load over my face. It landed in my eyes, burning them a bit and dripped down my chin. "lick it up" he said. I didn't expect him to then push his cock head against my lips, but he did so and said "clean that off slave". I licked the cum of his cock head, but he didn't push his cock in my throat. Then he stood back, pulled up his clothes and put on his sneaks, and turned around without a word and walked out the front door.
My balls were still hurting and my face was clearly covered in cum, eyes a bit blurry and stinging. I remained kneeling on the cold floor, the awful lighting, the music beating from upstairs, exhausted from all the emotions and feelings racing through my head and body.
I don't know how long I was alone, perhaps not too long. Time was no longer really an issue for me.
The front door opened and Master Jake came in followed by two other dancers. "So this is the club faggot" one of them said. I knew he called himself Scott and he had a big dick, about 5'11, 185 muscly and blond, a straight `gay for pay' university student putting himself through school. The other dancer (Ty) was short 5'4, 140, lots of tattoos, another big dick, but a bit wild, in and out of jail and stripping for gays to earn cash while dealing drugs and fucking any woman he could. Scott was nice and intelligent -- he understood what he was doing for cash. Ty was angry with life and resented that he had driven himself into the ground and how he had to exploit his body for gays.
"Pull up some chairs guys" jake said to them "and get your feet worshipped while I organize things for him".
They both knew me as a sneaker, cock, piss and foot fetish guy. I had "rented" them for some dances in the "private booths" before where I sniffed their sneakers, massaged their feet, and they kicked my balls, sometimes jerking off on me, and filling a glass with their piss for me to drink.
They both pulled up some chairs and sat in front of me to either side. Each stuffed a foot in my face to lick the soles of their sneakers, then one of them started tapping my exposed balls. "Yeah, faggot likes that" said Ty. I didn't notice where Master Jake had gone. Scott pressed his sneaker against my face pushing my head back while Ty removed his one sneaker. Scott pulled his foot back and suddenly Ty's sock was in my mouth to chew on. Scott whacked me in the balls. This went on for a bit, socks came off and bare feet were thrust in my mouth or my tongue was licking their soles. A few light kicks to my balls, some spitting on my face, occasional light kicks to my gut ... the usual J
I saw Master appear behind Scott and Ty.
"Alright lads" Master said "I have to deal with this slave. Why don't you go back upstairs and earn some money before the club closes? And get everyone ready for the display of my new meat".
Scotty stood up ready to leave but Ty remained seating and pulled out his big cock. "Damned" Ty said "I need to piss."
Scotty moved to leave the room. But Ty remained.
"Either go piss in the washroom or wait to use the fag" said Master to Ty. Ty remained seated with his big cock out that he was stroking. Scotty left and the door clicked shut.
Master pushed Scotty's chair out of the way and knelt before me so we were face to face. I looked in his eyes, longing, respectful, hopeful, desiring. His face lunged at me and his tongue and lips opened my mouth. French kissing and my throat was being ravaged by his long tongue. I couldn't breathe. His lips clasped over mine like a vacuum and he used a hand to pinch my nose. He sucked air from my lungs. I knew now that he had complete control over me. Then he breathed into my mouth to reflate my lungs and I was breathing through him only. I disengaged and I was gasping, then he used his hands to twist my nipples. I lurched forward, my face resting on his right shoulder and my lips and tongue caressing his neck. My dick had no more feeling because it was so hard, the pressure numbed any sensation. I belonged to Master Jake.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ty was still jerking his dick but he was silent, his head looking up.
Master grabbed my dick with his left hand and squeezed it. This was very painful and I moaned in some terror. My dick started to lose its erection. Master continued to make out with me but occasionally disengaged. I felt a cold metal ring go over my dick and then master grabbed my balls and very strongly (and with some real pain) forced them through the ring under my dick. I assumed it was a cock ring of some kind. He disengaged from kissing me at some point and I managed to get a glimpse of a plain steel ring that now surrounded the base of my dick and through which my balls had been pushed to dangle free.
He continued to make out with me and then pulled back. My semi-soft dick received a hard hand slap to the cock head which made me wince and glance away. Then Master pulled from his pocket a cock cage and very roughly forced my dick into it with no lube. It was a metal cage with a series of interlocking loops. My cock head pressed against the very end and, since my cock when erect is somewhat thick, it was already pressing against the edges, even when semi-hard, but my semi --hard cock head protruded from the cage just a little. The cage connected to the cock ring and then Master brought out the small metal lock to connect the cage and cock ring.
Click.
"There" Master said "you can't escape now". He pulled back grinning and showed me a ring of small keys, presumably for the lock.
"Yes sir" I said, terrified.
"Holy fuck" said Ty "What is this?" Ty suddenly awoke from his jerk off session.
"A cock cage, chastity" said Master. " He can't get hard, can't cum, unless I release him, and when he is naked in front of people, everyone knows he is owned. And it is a nice weight to remind him who owns him."
"Fags are pathetic", Ty said. "I gotta piss"
Master pulled back and stepped aside as Ty stood in front of me. He was short but with a big dick so his cock was right in front of my mouth.
"Open up and don't spill or I will kick you and and break some ribs" Ty growled.
I opened my mouth wide and Ty moved forward so his cock was positioned at the front of my mouth. Somehow I knew better than to let my lips touch him.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then the piss started flowing in a strong gush into my mouth and I gulped as fast as possible. As the stream stopped, he stepped back a bit and I closed my mouth quickly to get any drops, but too late, another small flow landed on my face, dribbling down my chest. Ty's right hand swung a hard slap to my face and I shuddered, frightened, stars in my eyes, and my left ear ringing a little. He said nothing more. Stuffed his dick in his jeans, turned and left, not even a word to Master.
Master then stood before me and pulled me up to stand. He removed the collar and that was a relief. I stood motionless. Wondering what I had done. My dick was still swelling, pressing on the cage. He unclipped my handcuffs, then my hands were brought around to my front by my cock. Somehow, with some force and discomfort, I was again handcuffed, but this time the cuffs connected to the cock cage. I was stooped over a little with my wrists on either side of the cage and attached to it. Then Master pulled out a leash from a locker and forced that onto the cage/cuff combination.
"Come" he said as he walked to the door pulling my cock/hands and I shuffled stooped a little to the door outside the change room.
He pulled me naked (except for sneakers) with my cock caged and hands cuffed up the stairs to the mainfloor of the bar. I was nervous. Who would see me, what was going to happen.
It was late, not many customers or dancers remained, but all the staff were there. Lots of people had no idea what was happening, but several staff members knew and they came by to grope me as I was pulled back to the rear.
At the center of the bar, there was the main stage. As we approached the music dropped and the announcer said "we have our latest club slave. Everyone, meet Rob," Master motioned for me to step on stage, and I did. The announcer continued "Rob will be here on weekends to provide service to anyone who needs a submissive slave. Check him out. A fine body, face and ass!"
A few claps, geers and cheers, and Master yanked on the chain to pull me off stage and the music cranked again.
Master pulled me on the main floor to the emergency exit. We went through the door into the back alley where there was a black SUV. He opened the rear passenger door, told me to get in. He closed the door. He got into the passenger seat at the front, I noticed there was a driver.
The vehicle moved off. No one said anything. What was happening now, I thought?