Chapter 2. 18+ Night at the Club
Author's note: "Please know that in this fictional world there are no STD's or HIV or any other infection. Just make sure that you are always careful in the REAL world!"
A new well-equipped gay bdsm Club called "Fetters" recently opened up and managed to lure away most of the members of the older run-down club that was being poorly managed. The owners are active kinksters themselves and therefore well aware of the scene who knew many of the bdsm enthusiasts and had a good sense of what would keep them coming back on a regular basis.
Shortly after Fetters opened the owners, Blunt and Stubby, were flooded with membership applications, most of which were immediately approved because they were well-known. After that initial membership drive they instituted a policy that any perspective member over age 24 would have to be sponsored by an accepted member. This saved them the trouble of having to "vet" applications. It was understood that any member who sponsored a guy who ended up being trouble would lose his own membership. This was a wise policy which worked well.
After Fetters had been operating for a few months, at members' request they decided to make Friday and Saturday nights "18+ events." No alcohol was served (although members rarely drank when at the Club. They had other interests and needs.) These nights were "members only" nights and boys from ages 18-24 were welcomed without applications and at a greatly reduced price. This pleased the membership. Lots of perspective neophytes and a few youngish Doms attracted members as often as they could attend. A couple of the special rooms and staging areas were closed off for the weekend and were reserved for weeknights when the action would typically become more intense. Sponsored "visitors" were welcome on those nights as well so they could decide whether or not to put in applications and pay the significant fees. All in all, it was proving to be a successful policy and members were pleased and demonstrated that with frequent attendance and participation.
And so, all three of our featured couples happened to be at Fetters at the same time although they had never had the opportunity to meet one another.
Darryl and Justin
Darryl knew that Justin was not yet ready for the entire bdsm population to know of Justin's transformation from a hard-hitting Dom with a well-established reputation into his subjugated and disciplined boy, so he made two decisions about Justin's situation for the time being. First of all, Justin would wear a locked leather hood attached to his collar. It was possible to close off the openings for the boy's eyes and its mouth at Darryl's discretion. Few of the old crowd had ever seen Justin naked before, so there was little chance anyone would recognize the sight of his naked body and yes, indeed, except for the hood and footgear, Darryl's boy would be stripped as soon as the entered.
The second decision was one that Darryl had been thinking of for quite a while. A new lifestyle demanded a new name, so tonight before leaving for the club, with the naked new sub groveling before Darryl, he informed it that it would be keeping its name, but for the time being, since he hasn't decided to let everyone know the identity of his new well-disciplined slave, he'd use the number "19" as a nickname. Just a number. Like a product in a store. It would be known as "19." Justin knew this was coming and trembled as he learned his Master's decision. This, too, added an additional level of protection for the former Dom formerly known as Justin.
Darryl hooded 19 before they got to the club and then had it strip in the car, leashed it, and proudly presented his membership ID. 19 had no ID and didn't need any since it was quite clear that the slave belonged to Darryl, who told the slave that it would never be allowed a membership to this club. Besides, it was under-age. 24 was the minimum age required for a membership. Unless the regulations changed at some point in the future, 19 would only be allowed into the club when naked, collared, and leashed.
Darryl had no particular interest in athletic young bodies and so, as part of 19's further humiliation under his "care," it was on a high-calorie diet and already a slight paunch showed around its middle. Further total humiliation, intensely psychological and something that 19 had really struggled to surrender to and it was only after considerable "coaxing" that it had been able to begin the diet its potential owner demanded it follow.
Now 19' body was not nearly as desirable as it had been during its former life as a Dom. Darryl got great pleasure in pointing out to the slave how inferior its build was to that of the young athletic men who clearly took good care of themselves. Darryl was a genius; nothing could have humbled this once-proud stud as painfully as this policy.
Andy and Lou (Justin's housemates) had been getting on his case about how much weight he was gaining. Justin just shrugged his shoulders at their observations. He simply wasn't ready to explain what was going on in his life at this time. He blamed the weight gain on the demands of his internship and his inability to maintain a regular diet considering all the hours he was working. A good excuse. Of course they didn't know that 19 was required to consume 4 or 5 "smoothies" a day as per Darryl's orders.
And so, there was Darryl, a well-kept, well-built and attractive Master with a slightly overweight slave at the end of his leash. Nothing needed to be said about this. Apparently, Darryl had pity on this sub and all assumed that he would be whipping it into good shape as time went by. Little did they know who was crumbling in embarrassment underneath that hood seeing and hearing remarks which were being made. The paunch 19 carried was far more humiliating than the cane welts it wore on its ass so early in the evening.
Earlier that afternoon Justin had a major meltdown, crying and sobbing as he knelt before Darryl, his pride being ripped from his spirit by the state of his body and his crushing fear that some former sub of his own would recognize him despite the weight gain as he realized that for the first time in his life, he was going to be paraded naked, hooded and collared among a group of people who had known him as a strict and well-respected Dominant.
Darryl simply sat there and listened to the boy's crying, sobbing and pleading to be spared this terrible embarrassment. He said nothing. He knew what an important moment this was in Justin's process of subjugation. He understood that this was part of the process that would advance Justin's transformation into the slave Darryl suspected he would become.
Sure, there was a gamble. Darryl was a gambling man when it came to such things. Either he'd gain the slave he had set his sights on, or they would part company and Justin would be left to pick up the pieces on his own however he could manage.
But he had come so far, and Darryl was banking on this.
Finally, Justin grew quiet and tried to use his hands to wipe the tears from his face.
"Are you quite through? Is there anything more you wish to add to everything you have said so far?"
Justin shook his head "no," and quickly received a hard slap. "SPEAK to me, boy! I'm not interested in interpreting your body language!"
"Nnnno, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"So tell me, Justin, how are you feeling now that you're finished with your meltdown?"
"Like a fucking child, Sir. A baby. A damn fool."
"I see. I appreciate your honesty. And I'm pleased to see that you realize you've lost all your dignity now. Bow to the ground now. It is only fitting, considering how you have reduced yourself to such an abysmal state before me."
Justin bows to the ground and sighs deeply.
"I am quite sure that I am the only person in the world who has ever seen you act this way. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Sir. You're the only one."
"So only I know how low you are."
"Yes, Sir. You alone know."
"So that means that only I know your true nature, and how much you need to be taken in hand by a real man who can help you control your most childish impulses."
"Yes, Sir. You alone. Please, Sir, please control me."
"Are you sure of what you are asking now, because it is very different than all the things you've been telling me for the past hour or so?"
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I am so sorry. I need your guidance, Sir."
"You need my guidance so you can become the slave you are meant to be, a slave stripped of all dignity. Is that what you truly wish to become? You do have a choice, you know. You can stand up right now and get dressed and walk out of my life and no one will even know how you have just behaved before me. You can become a free man again and begin to pick up the pieces. so make your choice."
"Please, Sir. Please train me, guide me, control me, correct me. I need you Sir. Only you can handle me."
"Then lick my feet, slave."
The change in title is noticed and causes Justin to sigh heavily once again as he puts his mouth and tongue to Darryl's feet.
"I am bringing you to the club tonight exactly the way I have described to you and you will walk, crawl and grovel before all the men there as my slave-in-training. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Master. Please, Master."
"then get yourself up and spread yourself over my stool so that I can punish you for your childish outburst. Quickly now, boy!"
Justin rushes to obey the Master, who walks to the stool and binds the slave, wrists, arms, ankles and thighs.
Darryl goes and picks up a cane that will hurt more severely than anything Justin had experienced until this point.
"I think six strokes of this cane will help you get your head in the right space and put an end to any resistance you have to what I am planning tonight. do you agree with me, slave? Will that do the trick or will you require a more severe beating."
"That will be enough. I promise, Master. Please punish your slave."
"You do not need to count." Darryl swishes the cane a few times in the air and then quickly delivers six sharp strokes to the slave's ass, and gradually six bright red welts appear on its flesh as the slave screams and cries."
As soon as the slave quiets down again, Darryl has one more thing to say.
"As of now, I am taking away your given name. You will no longer be known as Justin in the bdsm world when you are with me. I am naming you "19. Tell me now, boy, what is your name?"
"my name is 19, Master."
"Good boy, 19. Lie there now and continue to experience the pain of the punishment you have brought upon yourself by your resistance to my will for you. When I think you have learned your lesson I will release you. You will not be allowed to shower. I don't care if you stink tonight. Once I release you, you will go to the kitchen and prepare your next smoothie, guzzle it down, then fix me a turkey sandwich for my supper. You will lick my feet while I am eating. Do you understand, 19?"
"Yes, Master."
On the way to the club in the car, Darryl says to 19, "After your debut tonight I will allow you to get back in shape, but you must understand that even your splendid physique is a gift to you from your Master and not something you have a right to claim as your own."
"Yes, Master. Thank You, Master. This slave has no rights, Master."
"You are beginning to learn, slave. Do not slip up in the club or there will be another six strokes waiting for you when we get back home."
And so, that is what happens when a flabby welted 19 is led around the club on its leash by its Master and ordered to kneel and suck the cocks of several shy college freshmen there for the first time while Doms and subs whom 19 recognized looked on and enjoyed seeing how obedient the unknown slave was proving to be. This was the beginning of a new life. And, deep down inside, the slave formerly known as Justin realized that it had found its place in the bdsm community for the first time.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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