Like the first part of these stories, this story is not based on my own experiences, but on those of one of my admirers. It all began with an email I received from a biker, as I explained in the preceding story. Please read on, and let me know what you think of it: hotdate@hotmail. com
They were both kind of scared during this time and had some second thoughts. Finally, one Friday they got word that they were both to report to the cyclehouse at 11pm. They knew this was it. Neither of them could eat dinner that night and neither of them managed to hide that they were _s_e_x_ually aroused by the anticipation. They both decided to go through with it, and headed out to get there about 10 min early. They were met by some of the slaves who had us sit on the side of the house until they got called in. While they were waiting, three other guys joined them. Finally, they were escorted into the barn - 29 Harleys were neatly lined up. Above that was a large loft - this was the slaves' sleeping area. Five bunks, chests, etc were neatly arranged for the five new slaves. They left some stuff there and went to the house. There they met the master (president) and slavemaster (an elected position). This guy was their direct link to all the other active members. He was supposed to be an advisor, etc. The president was a big, strapping oilman, with a deep booming voice. He told them all the rules, etc. and gave them a booklet with the history and _s_h_i_t_ they had to know. They had to move into the compound and give up their job while in training. All food, shelter, necessities were provided to them. Then he gave each of them a small package. He explained that these things were theirs, and they had to be worn at all times. The slavemaster would help them as necessary.
The five new slaves were taken back to the barn loft and told to put the items on. Inside each package were a leather _c_o_c_k_ring, leather _c_o_c_k_ and ball pouch, jockstrap, bandana, leather vest and a pair of leather riding gloves. All were made to order and fit perfectly. Those previous measurements at the physical were for a reason! Eric and Leo were straight - so Leo thought, and Leo had never had a _c_o_c_k_ring on before, so needed help. Not being allowed to touch another slave's _c_o_c_k_, Eric could not do it, but the slavemaster was quite willing to. This was somewhat embarrassing for Leo, whose _c_o_c_k_ had never been handled like that before. In fact, until his physical inspection some weeks before, his _c_o_c_k_ had never been handled by any man. After the slavemaster got Leo's balls in, he quickly began to get a hardon. Suddenly, Leo felt a stinging slap on his _c_o_c_k_ head, which quickly ended his incipient erection. The slavemaster told him not to worry - it would happen more often and be dealt with in an appropriate manner! The pouch had leather tongs that he tied for all the slaves, after which they all put on their jockstraps and jeans. They all fitted much tighter now - what a sight that was. They were ordered downstairs for their first meeting.
Leo and Eric all met with the entire club in their meeting room, which was really the basement of the house. Everyone introduced himself and they had to give their names and the kind of Harley they rode. The president then excused them and they met separately. This is where they got their first real chance to see what was to come. They were told that the _c_o_c_k_ring and pouch were standard wear, to be on at all times when dressed. Everybody worked, ate and showered together. The slaves' duties were explained and that they were in a training process. Mistakes were corrected. Every night infractions needed to be removed. This was done through various means - all types of corporal punishment. It was decided and given by the one directly affected or the sergeant at arms.
Next, they were then taken to the training room, the basement of the barn. Here they saw what they called the torture room for the first time. Paddles, straps, whips, birches, and wooden sticks lined the walls. Various tables, benches, horses, and Andrew crosses were arranged neatly in the centre. Hooks and pulleys lined the beams above. Several faucets and toilets were along the far wall. The slave master explained that the club believed that corporal punishment was the greatest stimulus to learning. Leo noticed that the slavemaster and two of his fellow slaves had developed considerable bulges. John, a fellow slave who entered at the same time as Leo and Eric did, asked if he could use the loo, but forgot the required 'Sir'. The slavemaster said 'no' to John's request, but decided that this offered an excellent example for all the new slaves. He called the sergeant at arms, who ordered John to strip. He did, slowly and nervously. His pouch was straining as he took it off. He couldn't conceal his raging hardon, kept there by the tight _c_o_c_k_ring.
The poor guy was placed on the horse with feet forward. The sergeant picked a paddle of over half a meter long, and laid five smart cracks on his arse in rapid succession. Now, you may think that five cracks is not a lot, but if you happen to be at the receiving end of them, your opinion changes quickly, as Leo was to find out for himself. John was bucking and yelping after five, but the sergeant said that this was not the way a slave takes punishment. Consequently, he was duly gagged, and another five cracks fell on his butt. It was quite red now, and, for reasons Leo could not possibly explain, this sight gave him a raging hardon too. Looking at his fellow slaves, he noticed all of them had bulges in their jeans. As John was still squirming against his bonds, he received another five. There was no obvious response. He was untied and told to get dressed. This was easy, as he had no erection now, unlike all the rest of us. However, wearing a jock and tight jeans didn't help. John sat gingerly the rest of the day.
That night, they were all ordered downstairs again and ordered to strip to their jockstraps. Then they were told that as slaves, they had to be always ready to please our masters. Just as their minds needed to be ready, their bodies also had to be prepared. With that, they were all ordered to line up on the side wall and turn toward the wall. A great sight for those who were lucky enough to see. Five well built specimens, with their butts on display, lined up against the wall that was decorated with instruments that would sooner or later be used to discipline them. The mere sight of the instruments frightened them, but also gave the five slaves a hardon.
One by one, they were taken to a table, put on their back, and each leg held by a master - up and spread out, their butt hole on display. A heavy leather strap was tied over their chest, binding the slave tightly to the table. Then a cold instrument put lubrication on the slave's arsehole, one after the other. Leo knew what was coming and tried to relax. It was impossible as a large rectal plug penetrated his virgin arsehole. He screamed out as his hole was reamed. Suddenly the pain stopped, and he was released. After they were all plugged they were then permitted to see one another as well as the masters. All of them had tremendous pouches straining in their jocks. They were told that they had to have the plugs in place every time they rode their cycles!
They were all very hot at this time, and they knew they could not relieve themselves under threat of punishment. The actives knew it too! However, tell a guy in his twenties with a raging hardon that he can't touch himself to have a good wank. One of them just could not resist the temptation, and had to suffer the consequences. As a lesson to all the other slaves, he was made to strip and tied to the Andrew's cross, to receive twelve strokes with a whip, mainly on his quivering buttocks. If the aim of this punishment had been to get rid of the slave's hardon, it obviously failed. After the punishment, a fully erect _c_o_c_k_ had to be stuffed back into the leather pouch again.
The slaves had to wear their plugs for the next three hours. Pulling it out was not easy, but given the choice, Leo finally just pulled until it popped out. He noticed some blood, but was too afraid to say anything. However, before bedtime, the slavemaster noticed the blood on Leo's arse and said he had to see the doctor in the morning. All the others, including Eric, had little problems with their plugs, as they had lost their virginity well before that day.
The first few weeks were the worst for Leo, both mentally and physically. He really didn't expect all the sm/bd. Leo realised that he had been frightfully naïve, even tough he certainly knew about such activities and had heard stories of groups of men, etc., it still came as more than a surprise for him, and even for Eric. The next afternoon, after a fitful few hours of sleep, the slaves were all awakened and inspected. Leo had a bloody arsehole and was ordered to see the doctor. John's butt was more than bruised, and he was ordered to the doc also. They were all soundly harassed verbally for not caring for the anal plugs properly - they all just left them by their bunks, glad to be finally rid of them. They were told that such an act does not go unheeded. The other two guys were rather quiet. Tex was a tall guy of 1.85, a close friend of John, and as Leo and Eric soon learned that afternoon, both gay. The third guy was Ken - a really handsome, muscular dude picked up by an active as they met on their cycles somewhere. Ken was a straight guy, and kind of a loner. He said he thought the group would be his friends, and after the previous night, was thinking of leaving. We were shown the door as we learned of the rules and club philosophy, but we would have no second chance. As we showered in the communal facility, it was obvious that Tex and John were enjoying themselves, washing each other, etc. Eric, Ken and Leo got out quickly. As Leo was trying to get the _c_o_c_k_ring on, he noticed his left nut was sore. The slavemaster must have noticed something, since he asked what was wrong. Leo told him the truth, and he said the doc would look at that too.
They all had a good breakfast, which helped break the ice. Some of the actives seemed to be nice guys - Leo was encouraged by it. At 9 am, John and Leo were taken to the doctor's office. This was in the old house - a nice suite of exam and treatment rooms. They were both called in and asked the problems they had. The doctor, whose name was Dave, took John first, but Leo was called into the room as well, and told to stand against the wall. The doc's assistant, Tom, helped John strip and get up onto the table, lying on his stomach. The doctor felt the welts and examined a few sores. He said he would need some treatment, left the room for a few seconds, and then came back with an antiseptic solution. He said it would hurt a bit, and then began to brush this red stuff on - John hit the roof screaming. Tom restrained him but he was in obvious agony, especially when his butthole got coated. He was released and stood next to Leo who was ordered to strip.
Then the doctor put Leo on his back on the table, and Tom and the slavemaster held his legs up and back - they were placed in stirrups. It was rather uncomfortable with his butt off the table, a few centimetres up in the air. Dave had been told of both the problems - he proceeded to exam Leo's arse. He put Leo's flaccid _c_o_c_k_ on his stomach while he checked the left nut first. Leo tensed up as he squeezed the ball - not really rough, but not particularly gentle either. He remarked that the exam would be uncomfortable, and the pulling and prodding didn't tickle. He said there was no torsion. Leo didn't even know what that meant but figured it was good. The doctor put on plastic gloves and stuck a finger or two up Leo's arse. This was not good. There were several minor tears and the doctor would relieve the pain. First Leo needed to be cleaned out, his first enema since his childhood and did not think much of it.
Tom and the slavemaster tied Leo to the table with leather restraints. Leo wondered why that was and was told that the enema might hurt somewhat and that he needed to be kept still. The doctor then shoved what felt like a large butt plug into his arse - it hurt like hell and Leo couldn't resist bucking up. The doctor put his hand on Leo's _c_o_c_k_ and abdomen to keep him down and said the pain would be gone in just a minute. It did, indeed, subside quickly - he said there was a soothing cream on the plug. The next he felt was that the doctor manipulated the plug and attach an enema bag brought in by Tom. Suddenly warm water was flowing into his arse, and he relaxed somewhat. The next he felt was two rough hands stroking the sides of his chest and nipples. He tried to relax more, but his _c_o_c_k_ began to rise to the occasion. The doctor stroked him some and then measured the diameter of my _c_o_c_k_. He remarked that he was right, but Leo did not have the faintest what that meant. Both John and the slavemaster had hardons as well. Leo began to developed some cramping as the enema bag continued to drain, but the doctor, said Leo needed to be purged good. The slavemaster continued to massage his nipples as the last of the enema went in. Precum was all over his abdomen - this did not go unnoticed by both, as they would rub it onto by nipples and balls - the massaging did seem to help the left nut. Suddenly, however, Leo could hold back no more and shot a geyser of warm cum over his chest and abdomen, including the slavemaster's arm. He was pissed, even though Leo attempted to apologise. He swore about Leo having no control and that he would teach him good. Leo got scared, remembering the ordeal one of the slaves had to go through the day before. As the doctor pulled out the plug, Leo was ordered to relieve himself in the toilet. Leo later had to admit that this was probably one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had in his entire life.
After he had cleaned up, his arse did feel better, as did his left nut. He commented about this to John, who said his butt was feeling better also, so some good did come of their first doctor visits. John told Leo that the slavemaster would be seeing him later - somehow he couldn't quite get rid of this underlying nervous tension. They met up with the other guys who were busy washing some bikes. Leo didn't want to see evening come... ..