Like the preceding parts, none of this story is based on my own experiences. In fact, my sessions are invariably softer that what is described in this episode. It is based on what I was told by a former member of the club. Read on, if you're up to it, or check my other, softer, stories instead.
They finally got to Missouri - the ride was actually more like 1,500 km, and they were all tired as hell. After dinner, all the slaves received their usual paddling. Leo's butt was sore, but nowhere near as bad as what he had anticipated and the paddling was not as bad as he had received in the past. Or was he, perhaps, getting used to it? He certainly did not dread it quite as much as he used too. In all honesty, he quite enjoyed having his butt warmed up by an experienced master.
About an hour later, when the members were busy among themselves, the three slaves that were up for their initiation were all called into the president's room, one at a time. Leo saw Eric as he came out - he wasn't exactly happy. He said nothing. Leo suspected he received some going over, but couldn't imagine what this was all about. Rick had said nothing to Leo. Leo waited patiently until a member suddenly came out and told him to come in. His heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry as cotton. He was really frightened when he was ordered to sit, which he did somewhat gingerly after 50 cracks. Leo's thighs hurt more than his butt!
The president was elected for a two-year term, and only after being active for at least five years. He obviously had leadership characteristics that the guys liked. Leo had not really ever said much to him before this night. He was a big guy and when he stood up, Leo felt puny - the president was close to 2 m and must have weighed close to 95 kg, all muscle and not the slightest hint of fat. His leathers accentuated his physique, especially his chest, arms and thighs. Leo felt his eyes scanning him - he looked down to see a large basket that seemed to grow by the second. Leo was semi-hard by the time Leo was ordered to sit. He asked if Leo had read the bylaws of the club. Leo told him he did when he joined, but not recently. The president reminded Leo of several points that Leo had just about forgotten. Initiation was to occur on the night they would get back - in one day. That is, if Leo was 'ready' for it. Being 'ready' was to be determined by the slavemaster, the doctor, Rick and the president. Leo was also reminded that actives must live by the same code of rules as the slaves, and would be punished for violations - the only difference being that an active can choose either a paddle or a strap. (Leo mind raced back to Rick's strapping - apparently he chosen that). Finally, Leo was to be reinspected - and that was now.
This really caught him by surprise. The stood up and read a report of all Leo's misdeeds as well as positive points. Leo had to attest to it as being true, and indeed it was uncannily accurate. Leo was then ordered to strip, which of course Leo did. The president walked around him, then suddenly grabbed his nuts. This time Leo bit his tongue and tried to stand still despite the pain. By that stage, his nuts must have hardened by numerous assaults. They certainly seemed much less sensitive. Leo's _c_o_c_k_ responded, however, and the president kept squeezing until Leo was erect. "Just like Rick told me," he commented. "He was certainly right in that respect. Well, I quite like you, slave." Leo wasn't certain how he should take the comment, and so remained silent. This apparently angered the president, as he suddenly turned and gave Leo's _c_o_c_k_ a lash with his hand. He hit the head directly, getting precum on himself. He continued to pummel Leo's _c_o_c_k_ until his erection subsided. He seemed pleased again and said so. This time Leo picked up the cue, politely saying "thank you, Sir." This time the president smiled and remarked how fast Leo learned!
Next, he tweaked Leo's nipples and, of course, another erection developed. This was just what he was looking for. He slapped Leo's chest and vigorously pinched again - nothing but more precum. "Is that all you can do, slave?" "No Sir," Leo quickly responded, realising where this line of questioning might lead. Leo was ordered to spread his legs and arms up - he complied instantly. Suddenly Leo's feet were shackled and wrists bound together. The rope was tossed over a rafter looped between his legs, wound once around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls and knotted tightly. A clip was put on each nipple. The president produced a needle. Without ceremony it was pushed through his right nipple. Leo tried not to react, but couldn't help pulling against the rope. Leo tried to shut the pain out by closing his eyes. Suddenly the sharp pain was coursing through the left nipple as well. Tears began to well up. Now Leo realised why Eric had looked so glum. He opened his eyes to see the president releasing the bonds. He said the threaded nipples had better be in place tomorrow night and that Leo was free to go. Leo dressed, but left his shirt open.
When Leo got back to his room, Rick was waiting. He looked at the piercings and approved. They were sensitive, and caused much arousal. Rick ordered Leo to the showers, where he was careful not to touch his nipples. Each had a single dried drop of blood that was gently washed away. Rick sucked Leo dry in the shower and told him to get some sleep.
The next day was hell. The butt plug hurt, his _c_o_c_k_head ached, the nipples were sensitive as hell, and Leo knew that night would be one he would remember for the rest of his entire life.
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