How The Masters Took Control Of My Life

With one man on each limb, I was picked up and manhandled onto the chair. With my mouth gagged I tried my best to beg for them not to, but there was nothing I could do. Swiftly they set to strapping me in, cuffs over the wrists, a thick, tight leather belt around my waist, straps all up my chest, around my ankles. Within a few moments my naked body (except for my steel chastity device and collar) was locked into the chair, which itself was bolted to the floor in the warm, damp dungeon.

The Leather Masters, as they were known to me, stood back and admired their work. I continued to struggle, completely in vain. I had been the Leather Masters slaveboy for about 2 years now. It had been a part-time thing, but they had always been in full-time control. Aged 22 I'd answered an advert so that I could gain a bit of bondage/sub experience. I wanted to see if I liked it, if it lived up to my fantasies as much as I hoped. I'd never anticipated what was to happen. They had a list of questions, which I answered back via email, height, age, weight, cock size, neck size etc. After they accepted me, I met one of them at a deserted lay-by in the country and after willingly being fitted with a blindfold, handcuffs and placed in the trunk of his car, I was driven to what I later discovered was a barn, in the middle of nowhere. I was interviewed, or rather grilled and then tested with a variety of sexual acts and bondage/torture positions. I hated it. Almost immediately I decided that my fantasies were just that and should remain that. Unfortunately, I had submitted to the rest of the weekend… Whilst I had decided that slavery was not for me, it seemed that the Leather Masters had decided otherwise.

My wrists were cuffed to a pole, about 1m wide. To this pole was attached 2 chains, leading up into the eaves of the barn. My ankles met the same fate, the chains leading from that were anchored into the floor. Slowly tightening the chains, I was raised up about 30cm off the ground, despite my muffled protests beneath the gag. I was completely naked and fully exposed, leaving them plenty of opportunity to set to work: they fitted a cruel steel chastity device – a homemade one. It was a small steel tube, clamped tight over my cock, a steel ring bound firm around the base of my cock and balls. To fix it in place they adopted a rather extreme (and escape-proof method). They pierced my cock and hooked a small loop thorough the hole. The pain was unbelievable, but suspended from the beams in the barn, legs spread-eagle, I had no choice in the matter. The ring was then locked to the chastity tube. Additionally, to prevent the ring at the base of my cock and balls coming off (which was impossible anyway), they anchored it in place with 3 further piercings at the base, and locked them to the ring. In later weeks I would try everything to get this horrible device off, but the locks and pierced mountings were all so close to delicate areas that there was no way of removing it without the keys, which were of course kept safe by the Leather Masters.

In addition to the chastity device I was fitted with a steel collar, foam-lined, tight and escape proof. Nipple rings were locked through my nipples and then one of the Masters tattooed each of my ass cheeks with the Leather Masters' logo above the description "ENSLAVED". This was all in the first night! I was panic stricken and completely in shock. The first evening of my long weekend was over and the Leather Masters lowered me down to the floor. Tears streaming down my face, I was carried over to a low pillory, and locked into a kneeling position on the concrete floor of the barn – my wrists and neck were fixed in place, my ankles raised off the ground and strapped onto an uncomfortable bar. The lights were turned off and the doors locked shut, I was left for the night, a sleepless night of pure agony. Increasingly the pain grew and grew and by the morning I was desperate, tears streaming down my face. I would have done anything to get free of this position. This was something that the Leather Masters were counting on. They returned in the morning and took advantage of my exposed ass and each fucked me, one after the other. Then the leader, a man in his early 40s I guess, dressed head to toe in their standard leather uniform of boots, leathers and jacket – I would never see them dressed any differently. He spoke to me as I whimpered in total agony. Did I want to be released from this position? I nodded furiously. Good, well I was going to have to cooperate fully. I had to give the Leather Masters all the details about me, my home, my family, my friends, job, financial details, in short everything. I had no choice but to agree or I would have faced the rest of the weekend stuck like that – something my body just couldn't imagine. The gag was removed and I told them everything, absolutely everything. In return the gag was replaced and I was released from the position and carried over to a small (1m square) cage hanging from one of the beams. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back and my ankles cuffed together then I was forced into the mini-cage. They instructed me that I was allowed a couple of hours to rest, they left me to it.

I couldn't get comfy in the cage. My wrists forced together by the tight cuffs, my ankles also in the same situation. My knees were forced up tight to my chest in order to fit in the cage, which was putting unwanted force on my chastity device and the piercings that hadn't yet healed. My mind was racing, although I think I did technically pass out for a while, the shock and exhaustion getting the better of me. 3 hours later I was unceremoniously dragged out of the cage and dumped on the floor. 2 bowls were placed infront of me, one of water, the other of a stodgy, foody mess. My gag was removed and I was instructed to eat and drink everything. My hands were still cuffed behind me so I dragged myself over the bowls and started eating and drinking. Forced to hurry by the men I ate as quickly as I could and then they picked me up and carried me over to the other side of the barn. My gag was removed, briefly to allow a leather hood, which was produced from nowhere to be pulled over my head. The thick leather smelled strong, it was obviously a new hood. I could do nothing to stop them pulling it tight and locking it to my collar with several padlocks. There were no eyeholes but there was a small hole over the mouth, enough to let the plug gag to be reinserted and locked behind my head. Suddenly there was this loud buzzing, white noise ringing in my ears, like it was right inside my head. For a moment I thought the shock had sent my ears into spasms, but I soon realised that the hood was fitted with mini wireless earphones, covering and pushed into my ears by the tight hood. I was placed down onto a stool, the centre of which had a large butt plug, which slowly slid into my exposed ass. Straps were drawn up and tightened around my waist, to prevent me from trying to pull off the plug. My wrists and ankles were uncuffed, ankles pulled up and re-cuffed onto either side of the stool. I felt a wooden pole placed along my shoulders and my wrists were cuffed to either end of it. Fixed in this position it was impossible to rest in any way. My ass hurt from the plug inside me. My ankles hurt from the position they were forced into and my arms and shoulders started to ache from being kept in this one position. The white noise was buzzing in my ears, I couldn't stop it entering my head, it made my normal thought processes impossible. I couldn't concentrate on anything except how I wanted out of this so badly. I twisted and flexed, I tried to whimper and moan. I was completely sealed off from the outside world. I already had no idea how long I'd been like that, or whether the Leather Masters were watching me endure this torture.

After what felt like weeks (though it was more likely to have been a few hours) I could feel someone unlocking my ankles and straps and easing me off the stool. Still the white noise was playing and my wrists were still fixed in place – I couldn't tell now if this was some hallucination or actually happening. I was carried over a few metres and bent forwards over some hay bales where I was fucked again, 4 times, one for each of them. Their rhythm entered my head as they forced themselves deeper into me each time, for a moment it felt like I could hear a beat among the white noise, but that was probably just my mind playing tricks. Afterwards my wrists were freed and, white noise still playing, I was taken to the cage again and squeezed into it.

The rest of the weekend was spent being moved from one torturous position to the cage and back again as they gradually wore me down. From the moment the hood had been placed on me and the white noise switched on, it wasn't removed until Sunday night, when I was permitted to leave. I was given water and pureed food though the gag, which had a clever tube device through which they could force-feed me.

Sunday evening I was allowed to leave. The hood was removed, my clothes were given back to me, blinking to wait for my eyes to catch up with the light I stood and pointed at my chastity device, hoping they would unlock me so I could go. The Leather Masters all laughed at my innocence, some sheets of paper were placed infront of me. The title read "Contract of Servitude". I was instructed to sit on a chair and read through it before signing. The contract was very detailed. I was basically instructed that I was now their long-distance slave. I had been marked by them and now wore their property (chastity tube, piercings and collar). The contract stated that I would be permitted to return to my normal life but I must visit them for one weekend per month, without fail. They would fix the weekend and I would have to stick to it. In addition I would have to complete various tasks that they would send me via email to a specially set up email account. Tasks would include having to go to certain fetish club nights etc and performing certain duties at home when they desired it – basically anything they desired and instructed me to do I would have to carry it out. Whilst I'd been locked up they had used the information to go to my flat. Webcams had been installed, all running off my broadband line. They could now watch me 24/7 if they wished. Also, all of the information they had gained from me and from snooping around my flat would come in useful for blackmail purposed. Failure to abide by their instructions would result in punishment. Finally I would have to pay a fee to my Masters, £300 per month, this would cover general admin/setup costs of servitude and also it would show my devotion to my new Masters. The payment figure can be raised or lowered at the Masters discretion and also depending on the slave's obedience. Failure to keep up with these payments or repeated failure to perform the set tasks would result in a revoking of the contract and an automatic default to a second contract. This was on a separate sheet, which I turned to next. This contract was one of 24/7 total slavery. If this contract were invoked then I would be kidnapped from my current life, NEVER to return. I would be taken to a secret location and kept there for the rest of my life. It would be a life of being trained, broken, tortured and used as the Leather Masters see fit. The first contract has a term of 5 years. If I can satisfy the Masters for this contract term then it and the second contract will expire and I will be permitted to go about my life. I was numb with shock, but had no choice but to sign the documents before being pushed into the trunk of the car and driven back to the road where my car awaited me. I started the engine and pulled away, putting my foot down until I was clear of them, then pulling over in tears. My hands pulled the view mirror into my direction and I clawed at the collar locked tight around my neck. My hands moved down to my crotch, where beneath my jeans the horrible steel device was tight around my cock and the piercings burned as they slowly healed. What the hell was I going to find back at my flat, what would happen to my life now, had they really just taken control of me?

To be continued…