Mike sat in a booth near the back of the club, sipping a glass of whisky as he watched the crowd. Reese knelt under the table, blindfolded, gagged, and bound at wrist and ankle. His wounds had nearly healed, but he would carry the scars on his feet, ass, and back for the rest of his life.
It had been four weeks since Mike and fucked up and left the Slave alone with Master G, and he had kicked and berated himself every day since, catering to his Pet's every need as he healed.
Mike knew he was not alone in his desire to return to what their life had been before, but so long as Greg Collins was still free, there was no way they could put any of it behind them.
After he had calmed down, Mike had watched the video from the baby monitor. He had watched as his Slave was bound, beaten and raped, then left alone, locked in a leather sensory deprivation hood, his own personal, claustrophobic hell, for the next five hours. Mike had watched as he struggled in vain, pulling on the tight bindings, flailing uselessly until his spirit had been broken and the Slave had lain still, lost in silence, pain and darkness, until Mike had come home and summoned the Doc.
The club looked packed to the casual observer, but a closer look revealed that every slave, Master, Mistress and pet in The Black Horse had been harmed by Greg Collins over the years. Tonight, they would have their chance to find retribution.
Mike forced a smile to his lips as he saw their intended victim step into the club and waved him over. Mike pulled the Slave's head into his lap instinctively and felt him begin to tremble as Greg spoke.
"I have to admit, I was not expecting to hear from you again," Greg said, taking a seat across the booth.
"Why is that?"
"I've never heard back from my friends after a solo playtime with their toys."
"I hope you would think higher of me than that. Besides, you gave my Pet exactly what he needed. I have been far too lenient with him lately."
Greg smiled. "I am happy to hear that. Most don't appreciate my level of discipline."
"Believe me, this little brat needed it," Mike said, slapping the Slave lightly on the head.
He winced dutifully and bent down, resting his head on Mike's leather boot. He hadn't been the same since the attack, but Mike was hoping tonight would help fix that.
They both looked up as the waiter brought another round of drinks. He winked flirtatiously at Greg, giggling as the man fondled his bare ass, exposed by the assless chaps he wore. When the waiter was gone, Greg sipped his drink before turning back to Mike.
"So, why did you want to talk to me tonight?"
"I'm looking for some advice," Mike said, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice, watching as Greg sipped the spiked drink. "The past few weeks with my Slave have been......different. I've been trying to break him for years. You did it in one night. I owe you my thanks."
Mike lifted his glass, smiling as Greg did the same. They toasted, and both emptied their glasses as Mike called for another round.
For the next ten minutes, the men made idle chitchat while Mike watched Greg slowly lose his ability to function. The look on his face when he realized what was happening was priceless, and Mike couldn't help but smile as he passed out.
Mike knew they had to work quickly. It was a low dose sedative supplied by the Doc, and they had about half an hour before the former Master G came round. Leaving his pet safely under the table, Mike and the others carried Greg to the center stage, stripping him naked while the crowd cheered.
They locked a set of steel shackles onto the new Slave's wrists and ankles, and it took only a few moments to hang him from the winch that came from the ceiling. He was lifted until only his feet touched the ground, stretching him taut and exposing him to everything that was about to come. The ring of a harness gag was forced into his slack mouth and strapped tightly around his head, locked into place, the keys held by his new Master.
Mike worked quickly as their victim began to come around, locking him in a small metal chastity cage, that would help ensure his obedience.
Mike stood back and watched as the new Slave slowly came round, watching the realization in his eyes turn from anger to fear. He tried to speak behind the gag, but no words would come out as a stream of drool escaped his gagged lips.
Mike grinned and turned to those who had gathered.
"Every one of you here knows this man," he said to the crowd. "Every one of you has been harmed by him in some way. His new Master asks only that you do no permanent damage."
Greg's cries of disbelief and fear echoed behind Mike as he stepped off the stage, making his way back to the table where his pet still obediently knelt. He slipped back into the booth and pulled Reese up to sit beside him, pulling off the blindfold so the Slave could watch.
