Mark had met the man at a bar. It was a leather bar and after much consternation, Mark stripped his shirt off and put on only a leather vest, his best fitting jeans and boots to go to that bar.
It paid off.
Jim was a tall, older man with hairy chest and wore leather pants and a vest as well.
"You looking for someone?" Jim's deep voice seemed to penetrate Mark totally despite the music and chatter that was going on around them. But the moment the man talked, all the surrounding noise seemed to fade.
"Yes Sir" Mark's reply answered sevral unasked questions.
He was naked, collared and doign whatever the man said that entire weekend.
Mid week the following week, the man's deep voice was on his phone and Mark did what the man said, calling in to work sick and reporting at one am.
It was five days later that Mark was back at work.
"you ok man?" his friends at work asked. "you seem different" that was months ago.
Mark packed his things as Jim stood there waiting. He stripped naked and waited for orders. The leather jockstrap, collar, chaps, boots and tit clamps became his attire and he left his apartment wearing that proclaiming what he had been secretly to all who saw him.
Jim was a good Master, taking command of his life. The workouts were strenuous but turned Mark into a more defined boy/man. He learned that when Jim demaned he lift more, run harder, swim more laps and try new things it was what he needed...
"I think you'll be ready soon" Jim would tell him. Mark didnt't know what that meant, but he had learned not to ask. It was not his position to question his Master.
All his thoughts about work, future, goals and being changed. Something deep down iniside him had blossomed as Mark knew he belonged to another man.
He cleaned, knelt, sexually served and experienced his Masters SM pursuits.
Mark's body tightened and toughened up. It was kept shaven smooth as his head was kept shaven. He knelt in public as his left nipple was pierced and his Master put in a ring proclaiming the boy his property.
The boxing, wrestling and karate classes made him tougher, more confident and more hot looking.
When his Master took him to parties or bars, men stared, approached, flirted and wanted him.
His Master took him to a special part where Mark was naked, tied, flogged and urinated on by many there. His Master seemed to enjoy seeing him do it all.
And Mark enjoyed it too..especailly because his Master wanted him.
"It's time boy for you to go underground" he was told one night. "Jeans" .
The boy pulled on his worn pair of jeans that had rips and worn spots on it.
Barechested and barfoot he followed his Master to the car and remained quiet during the drive.
As the Master parked the car he gave insructions.
"The underground" is simple. Slaves fight. Bets are placed and the winning slave presents the money to his Master. The loosing slave becomes the property of the winning slave's Master for one week.
There was no question or expectation.
"one last thing, if you loose, when you return, you'll be punished severely"
His Master never used the word "severely" unless it meant a great deal of pain.
Mark stood and watched match after match. Slaves, much like him, were naked, hitting, wrestling, and bleeding in an all out fight.
"You" Jim said to him.
Mark moved to the center and faced another slave much like him. He stripped naked and soon was fighting for his life. He had hit and been hit but not like that.
It stunned him. The blood trickled down his face. His arms andlegs hurt. His lip bled. Yet he fought on until the other slave finally was on the floor, exhausted, bloody and proclaimed the looser.
He turned to face his Master and knelt holding up the money. He had done a good job for his Master.
Then the final event of the evenign came. "All winning slaves in the ring. The one left standing wins the others are punished...severely" Master Jim used that word again.
Five naked slaves, all who had won their matches stood in the center of the room. The slaves they had beaten were kneelign or chained to the belts of the winning slaves' Masters ready for whatever the next week entailed.
Mark looked towards Master Jim who'se hands held the chain connected to the loosing slave's titclamps. He yanked them and the slave fell to his knees.
Mark was determined and fought the others until he was barely standing....holding himself up by leaning on an upright post. Around him were the other slaves, bloddied, coated with sweat and laying on the floor.
Mark knew that if the fight wasn't declared over soon, he'd be on the floor with them.
The bell rang.
He knelt beside his Master watching the other slaves beling flogged and one or two bullwhipped.
"You think you escaped that boy?" His Master said to him.
Mark knew better then to reply.
"Is that it for tonight?" the event host asked everyone.
Then Mark pulled away from his Master. The look on Jim's face was a mixture of anger and confusion.
Mark went to where another Master stood holding a cat of nine tails. He knelt and held out his hands. The man gave him the cat.
Mark then moved to where Jim still stood and knelt holding up the cat.
The man smiled.
The group applauded when Master Jim finished flogging his slaveboy Mark and the second slave.
"You did good tonight boy" Jim said to him as they drove home.
"This slave's job is to bathe you and service you while I watch "
Mark finally wrote home telling his folks about his lifestyle and that he had moved in with a man.
The other slave had serviced him and Master Jim all week and was released.
"The next time we go underground, you will loose boy" Mark looked at the man. He knew that whatever Master Jim commanded it was good for him.
"yes Sir" Mark said. He had learned what true serving was and what it would continue to be.