Submitting to a Dominant Dancer

This is the final part of the three-part Dominant Dancer series. The story contains offensive slang, gay sex, slavery, bondage, physical and sexual abuse, and submission. If that bothers you, please stop reading here. All characters are aged eighteen or older and consent to all actions taken.

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Submitting to a Dominant Dancer part 3

Grabbing his bag, Gage and Lilly left the gym together. The lights went out in the locker room leaving me bound to the lockers, my arms spread wide, my cock straining and leaking in its cage, my ass gaping from his fingering. Left alone and helpless, wanting more but denied for now.

No hand had touched my cock since young Simon shaved my helpless bound body, a week earlier, at the afterparty, ending the frustrating arousing moment by cramming my freshly hairless cock into its carbon fiber cage and locking it on. The blood-filled flesh ached to grow erect thinking about Gage but remained restrained. In the darkness I chewed on the sweat-soaked panties held in my mouth by the knotted length of silken rope as I tested the bonds on my wrists.

I was sure I would never have even tried to wiggle free had I been given the chance, but it didn't matter, Gage's rope work was flawless, and escape was impossible. A shiver ran through me, my naked clammy skin prickling as the sweat from the earlier teasing cooled in the darkness of the closed locker room.

Each time I shuffled, trying to ease my stiff muscles, my locked chastity cage clanked against the lockers, the dull thump echoing through the empty tiled room. My calves burned from the long hours of standing, the discomfort a constant reminder of my predicament. It was my first time being left alone in such a vulnerable position and the more I reflected on the helplessness the more aroused I became, my cock strained against the constant confines of the cage.

I don't recall when I crossed the blurry line between my waking fantasies of Gage returning to fuck me and even more disjointed but erotic dreams inspired by my recent submissive awakening. Still somewhere in the long night I fell into slumber. The sudden and bright florescent lights roused me from my dreams, a spurt of late-night wet dreams dripping down my calf as Lilly, the young trans girl who runs the front desk at the gym, returned. The sunrise briefly shown through the opened door.

"Damn that Gage, was one hot fucker, you can bring him back anytime no guest pass required." Lilly set an expensive looking black gift box held closed with a matching ribbon on the bench and ran a hand along my naked body, her finger running up my inner thigh. She licked my leaked emission off her fingers as she spoke, "You know after getting railed by a stud like Gage I am always hard and horny the next day, but when I asked him if I could fuck you, he turned all possessive claiming your virgin ass was his property." Her fingers stroked my naked flesh as she pinched my nipples eliciting a moan from my improvised gag, "however he was clear the rest of you was fair game," she finished with a devious smile.

"So, if I am going to untie you, I should get a reward." Stepping back she lowered her skintight yoga pants letting her petite erect cock thump out. "So, are you going to be a good boy or do I need to report to Gage that you were difficult?" After my nod of confirmation, she untied me from the lockers. "Hit the showers, get yourself cleaned up and dressed as I prepare the gym for opening then meet me behind the front desk where you can give me my reward.

The steam of the hot shower was glorious, and more than once I saw Lilly peak in as I massaged my wet soapy muscles trying to clear away the soreness of my overnight ordeal. My soapy hands caressing the cage and base ring, my restrained cock desperate to be touched but denied. By the time I emerged from the locker room the Gym was open, but Lilly didn't care about other people entering, her fingers pointing under the front desk, her intentions clear. Obediently I knelt hidden under the desk as she checked in the early morning guests, her small cock fully engulfed by my mouth, my lips tight as I sucked her balls and cock together. Her hips thrusted just before I heard her muffled moan as she came in my mouth trying not to let the member, she was checking in, notice her aroused state.

When the gym traffic died down and I could escape unseen she handed me the gift box from earlier, "Gage said if you were a good boy I was to give this to you along with instructions to rest up today then meet him tonight at Pale Impulse. He is dancing there tonight and wants you there in this outfit." The taste of her cum still in my mouth I nodded, thanked her, and went home with the box under my arm ready for much needed sleep.

The sun was setting by the time I got up; I made sure to shower and shave my ass and pubic area around the locked cage clear of any hair as Master Gage would like me, before opening the gift box. My body was a shiny smooth expanse of hairless muscled flesh interrupted only by the chastity cage as I examined the contents of the gift box laid out now on my bed. There was a pair of three-quarter length black latex pants with a grey stripe down the side that would stop just below my knees and a matching black latex crop top trimmed in grey that would leave my abdominals fully exposed.

In addition to the skimpy and skintight latex outfit was a matching set of neoprene harness, collar, and cuffs. The collar had a tag hanging off it with a 'PG' on it in the same gothic font as the tag he hung on my chastity cage when he claimed me. Letting anyone who mattered know I was the property of Gage. As I looked at myself in the mirror the thin latex of the pants showed the clear outline of my chastity cage, leaving nothing to the imagination. Adding a pair of combat boots, I took a deep breath and left my apartment. My first time going out in public openly and blatantly as an owned submissive.

I have never been inside Pale Impulse before as it was a gothic themed bar that catered to the younger twink crowd but when the door man saw the tag on my collar, he jumped me ahead of the line of lean young men all dressed in spectacular tight outfits and makeup each trying to outdo the next. Despite the display of beautiful flesh before me I reflected on how Gage had more raw sexual magnetism and good looks then any of them as I was led inside.

With a finger looping through the ring of my collar, Gage dragged me through the crowded club. The sea of young smooth flesh parting to make way for the pale hard shirtless Gage wearing only his tear off dancer pants and sneakers towing me behind him. Without speaking he roughly pressed me back against a solid half wall made of industrial diamond-plate etched metal panels, topped with a steel banister that circled the open floor with a view of where the dancer boys would gyrate for the drooling crowds.

My arms were pulled around the banister behind me before the cuffs clicked back into place, locking onto the harness at my waist. The position left me with almost no movement, forcing me to stand still, hands trapped behind me, body completely exposed. Despite the heavy thump of the club's bass rattling my bones, Gage's silence gnawed at me, making me wonder if I had somehow displeased him. But that worry disappeared the moment I caught sight of his glorious, mischievous smile.

One hand slid into the tight latex pants and grabbed my balls as the other closed on my neck in a possessive grip. He kissed me deeply, his strong tongue probing into my mouth, while crushing my balls in his firm grip and briefly cutting off the air with his choke hold. Half a dozen twink boys in that section of the club stopped what they were doing and watched as the headline dance boy Gage roughly handled this unknown bound jock boy wrapped in tight latex. When he was done probing his tongue deep into my mouth, he released his hand on my neck and let me take one deep breath before slapping my face and locking on a muzzle, "You won't be saying 'no' to anyone tonight, have fun and enjoy the show."

As Gage disappeared into a back room the crowd returned to normal with more than a few of the younger men glancing at my bound form wondering if it was up for grabs. The club music changed and the first of the night's dancers sauntered onto the stage, a lean Korean twink boy that was dressed up like a Kpop star. The dancer writhed on the stage mimicking singing into his prop microphone as he removed his clothing and dominated the attention of everyone in the room.

As the crowd squeezed into the small viewing area to watch the erotic performance on stage, I found myself jostled and crushed between glassy eyed twinks, their smooth, youthful bodies pressing against me. Some noticed my helpless condition and took advantage, grinding and rubbing against me, using my body for their own pleasure. It was an intoxicating cocktail of caressing and molesting hands touching me. We all leered as the Kpop boy stripped off the last remnants of clothing.

As he let the audience caress his hard cock up on the stage I felt multiple sets of hands slide inside my thin outfit, grabbing and twisting my sore balls below the cage while others pinched and chewed on my nipples. The sound of my moans of pleasure at the pain were lost in the pounding music, only the young men pressed up against me felt the vibrations.

Bound by the cuffs, mouth covered with the muzzle, all I could do was surrender to the press of bodies and wandering hands. My cock throbbing and straining against the cage under the tight latex pants. Pressed on all sides by the warm flesh of pretty boys I felt a pair of slick erect cocks slide into my fists held helplessly behind me by the cuffs against the banister. Knowing what they wanted I obeyed, closing my grip on their pulsing members the twinks each thrust their meat in my hands. As the rotation of dancers on stage progressed more of the young men slid smooth hairless twink cocks into my hands and between my legs using my helpless body for their pleasure.

The crushing pile of slick warm hairless flesh around me grew, pressing on me from all sides. Because of my position against the half wall none of them could get more than the tip of a finger near my puckered hole but otherwise I was fully exposed. By the time Gage came onto the dance stage my latex pants had been pulled down to my ankles, my back, hands, and thighs were coated with layers of youthful cum. My crop top latex shirt had been torn off as random twinks sucked on my nipples and chewed on the flesh of my six pack hairless abs and marbled chest.

I saw Gage smile at the site as he began his routine. Despite being intimately familiar with the curves and bends of Gage's body I had never directly watched him dance professionally. While I already thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever met, when he danced up on that stage, illuminated by the lights and riding the wave of lust and desire oozing from the crowd he elevated beyond the mortal. Gage moved on that stage like a Greek deity, his muscles rippling and tight as his body flowed to the beat of the music. His presence so mesmerizing that it made the legendary beauty of Adonis seem plain and dull by comparison.

The boundless scrum of twinks that had been half paying attention to the other dancers as they used my body for their pleasure all stopped and stared at Gage entranced by his ethereal beauty. After ripping off his dancer pants, naked he climbed down off the stage and walked directly to me. Pressing his firm ass on my exposed chastity cage he gyrated against me, to the astonishment of all the boys, burning with jealousy. My stiffening cock pushed the cage away from my body in its failed attempt to be fully erect, causing my balls to burn with pain from the pulling of the base ring. Gage smiled at my discomfort before he returned to the stage and completed his performance.

After Gage, the headliner, finished his set, the performances ended, and Pale Impulse returned to the usual rhythm of pulsing EDM and restless young bodies. When the closing lights came up, signaling the end of the evening, throngs of sweaty, half drunk, and blissfully high twinks began to filter out. Gage, now dressed in fitted designer clubwear, returned to collect me.

The ride to his luxury apartment, naked and tied up on the floor of his chauffeured SUV was a blur as we both came down from our adrenaline heights. I vaguely recall licking Gage's boots after he took off the muzzle while he wiped my body clean with moist towels before we were alone in the secure elevator leading to his private floors. The elevator opened directly into the marble and steel foyer of Gage's luxury apartment that took up the top two floors of the towering building. He smirked, seeing the astonishment in my eyes. I knew from the humanizing moments we shared at the gym earlier in the week, that he was wealthy but seeing how he lived was still shocking.

He ensured that my attention was back on him by pulling a pair of silvery eagle claw nipple clamps out of a nearby drawer. I chewed nervously on my lip as he approached and closed the sharp talons onto my already abused nipples, the chain between them dangling down brushing against my shaved abs. I jerked my wrists involuntarily against the cuffs holding them behind me as the initial jolt of pain shot through my chest. Repressing the urge to speak or cry out, I saw the approval in Gage's eyes.

"You have done well this week boy, passing every inspection and test but don't get overconfident, remember I have claimed you; I own you, all of you, and that cock of mine has been caged long enough." I stood rigid in the marbled foyer trying to ignore my sore wrists and the shooting pain in my nipples as his manicured hands smoothly unlocked the chastity cage and he slid off the base ring leaving my cock to rise to its full mast for the first time in a week.

Gage smirked and firmly slapped my throbbing member with his open hand, "I can see it has been aching for release," he sneered while continuing to strike at it. "I have long plans for tonight and I don't think that thing is going to last in its current state, so let's reset my slave." Gage's hand rubbed over my engorged cockhead rubbing it with an expert touch as his palm became coated in precum. One hand pulling the nipple chain while the other hand, slicked with my leaked juices, began to stroke the eager shaft.

Gage pulled on the nipple chain with quick, short tugs, pulsing his yanks like he was a fisherman trying to attract prized fish with his lure. Each tug sunk the sharpened claws deeper into the flesh of my nipples until I had tears running down my face. Simultaneously his cum slicked hand expertly stroked my shaft. His eyes locked on mine, I could see the arousal he was getting from the absolute control he had over me as I stood erect, fully under his power. With the slightest of nods, he granted me the approval I was so desperate for, and my cock exploded with a firehose of cum that landed as a thick puddle on the marble floor.

His sticky hand roughly grabbed the hair on the back of my head in a fist and he pulled my face into his body. With his shirt ripped open I could feel his warm skin, tacky with dried sweat from dancing at the club, pressing on my face. His musky body aroma mixed with his sweet cologne to fill my nostrils as he pressed my face into his bare chest, "You see how I have total control, I choose when you orgasm I choose when you breathe, I own every inch of you," he growled in my ear as he slid my face along the sculpted lean torso, before pressing me firmly into the damp moist heat of his arm pit.

My face was buried in that damp salty pocket of flesh as he lowered his arm and pressed my face in deeper, making sure my mouth was open so I could drink in all of him as he continued his domineering speech, "I wanted you to experience that orgasm so you know and appreciate what I deny you, I want your body to tingle with that post orgasmic high, I want your senses to be heightened as I choose if you will experience pleasure or pain tonight."

I was inhaling deep of his aroma, lost in his firm erotic embrace, our bodies tangled together, eagerly succumbing to his hypnotic words when his knee unexpectedly slammed up into my balls collapsing me to the ground in pain. With my arms still bound behind me I fell hard on my side, my face laying on the cold marble as I watched Gage pull back his foot and slam his shoes into my balls again. "Now lick up your mess!" he commanded as I lay whimpering in agony.

As my eyes refocused, I realized I had not even heard Gage leave the foyer but that was no excuse to slack off. I wormed my naked body along the marble tiles until my face was next to the puddle of my spilled seed and began to lick it up. My technique was messy, and it coated my cheeks and lips but when I was done, the puddle had been licked up in time before Gage returned.

Wordlessly he smiled at the site of me and helped me back to my feet before securing a set of ankle cuffs connected by a short hobble chain. Next, he looped the noose end of a thin leash behind my cock and balls and started to walk dragging me behind him.

Despite my sore body and the awkward shuffling gait, I moved my feet quickly to keep up. Each tug of the leash cinched the noose tighter on my balls. The stairs to the second floor of his penthouse were the biggest challenge. Gage did not slow his pace, forcing me to hop quickly up each step, the chain on the nipple clamps swinging wildly with each jump. By the time we reached the playroom, the constant pull of the leash on my cock and balls, the sharp bite of the clamps digging into my sensitive nipples, both intensified by post-orgasmic sensitivity made my pulsing cock stand rigid as a steel beam. My enjoyment at the rough treatment on full display for Gage to witness.

The centerpiece of the playroom was a custom-built piece of bondage furniture, a wide, towering arch made of polished metal. With its array of rings, pulleys, and attachments, it resembled an elaborate version of a cable crossover machine from the gym, only without the weight stacks. I stood beneath the arch, obediently, as Gage snapped a hasp around the chain of my ankle cuffs, securing them to the floor, locking me in place.

When he was done my arms were pulled overhead leaving me looking like a capital Y as he grabbed the bottle of baby oil and started to spread it over my bound body. Gage's hands massaged and caressed my muscles as he started at my feet and slowly, methodically, and erotically worked his way up my body. My cock almost exploded again as his slick fingers massaged the oil into the crevices around my balls and cock, but his glare made it clear that was not permitted. Holding back the flood I groaned feeling strong slick fingers stroking my taint and probing my ass crack.

Gage was not gentle as he used my body, his firm fingers broke up knots in my muscles I had not realized were there. His pace was painfully slow as he knew all I could do was submit to his will and rhythm. Despite my best efforts I leaked small amounts from my shaft as his hands worked the chest around the nipple clamps, squeezing and pinching them, working the oil into my skin. The leakage earned me a quiet, "tsk-tsk," but I could see he was not really angry as he knew it was an involuntary emission.

I moaned when his thumb pressed into my mouth as he finished rubbing the oil on my face and behind my ears. I could see myself in the large mirror on the wall as Gage stood back to admire his work and his property. He slowly undressed, never taking his eyes off my shining body drawn taught and utterly under his control. Naked with his thick hairless cock standing as rigid as mine he rolled his body with fluidic motions as he started to smear the baby oil over his pale flawless eighteen-year-old flesh.