Griffon was an athletic blond twink, slightly taller than me, with a slimmer frame but a good build of toned, lean muscle. Like me, he was wearing his collar, as well as tight shorts and a compression shirt. He was kind of like a big brother or an older cousin to me. I was the baby of the group, being the youngest and only having done kink for a couple of years. Everyone told me, however, that it was impressive how much I had progressed into the lifestyle in a short time. Griffon and I embraced and he ruffled my hair affectionately.
Sir and I first met Louis and Griffon at another convention the previous year, and we really hit it off. Louis was an avid kinkster and Dom who loved bondage, degradation, and keeping his sub in chastity - he and Sir got along great. They shared tons of kink tips, ideas, and stories with each other while Griffon and I serviced them. Louis demonstrated some of his bondage knowledge on me and put me in some of his gear, including a metal chastity belt and a humbler. He was impressed by my cock sucking skills and my willingness to try new kinks. He called me "well-trained," which made me equally proud and horny. It turned out we didn't live that far from each other, so we started visiting their place for sessions and Louis introduced me to all sorts of kinks. He was the first person to ever fist and sound me, and I was addicted instantly. I liked going over there so much that when Sir went away on a business trip, he left me at their place so Louis could "watch me" and "keep me out of trouble"; it was an amazing week of exploring kinks and fantasies I never knew I craved.
Louis was even stricter with me than Sir usually was. He put me on a rigid schedule: Every morning at 6:00 a.m. he woke me up and throat fucked me and fed me his load, after which I did my daily workout. For all my meals, he ground up and blended fibrous vegetables, lean protein, and various vitamins and supplements into a slop, which I had to eat on the floor out of a dog bowl with my hands restrained in leather cuffs behind my back. He always gave me a lot to eat, and if I didn't lick the bowl completely clean, I was punished. After breakfast, I had to get in my "uniform," which consisted of a chastity belt, knee pads, nipple clamps, leather ankle and wrist shackles, a leather collar, and a muzzle with a silicone penis gag, and do chores around his house like clean his bathroom and do laundry. When chores were done, I was allowed to shower, get dressed, and go to work. I had a strict curfew of 6:00 p.m., and I was punished for every minute I was late. When I got back, I'd come in through the back door, discard my clothes, and put on my uniform. Then I would crawl into the house and get into position on all fours with my back arched and nose pressed up against the wall, and stay there until instructed to move. Louis would make me wait a little while, then came up behind me and played with me for a bit, usually spanking me and playing with my hole before taking my muzzle out and making me service him. After a while, he would feed me dinner, then put me in his dungeon stocks and administer my punishments and/or rewards, depending on what kind of boy I had been that day. Often, Griffon would come down with us and Louis would make us play humiliating and uncomfortable games with each other. After a long, intense session, he would give me aftercare and clean me up. In his house, boys weren't allowed to touch their nubs at all, so he would restrain me in a shower chair, remove my chastity belt, and rub me down with shampoo and body wash, then spray me with warm water from the showerhead before rubbing lotion on my balls. Finally, he would put me to bed in a cage with my limbs shackled to the corners, tightly blindfolded and naked except for the chastity belt locked firmly around my nub. This was my routine every day for a week, and it was some of the most fun I'd ever had.
We chatted and caught up with each other for a bit. I asked Griffon about his prior experience at the event. It took place at an old building that used to be a shopping mall, but now all the stores are gone and it's rented out for different kinds of events. This would be his and Louis's fourth time going. It started as a small event, but more people came every year. Last year there were about 300 people, and there were expected to be more this year. There were different things people did every year, and the way things worked varied depending on what was going on and who was running what, so he couldn't tell me exactly what would happen this time. But generally, there were different activities taking place in the different rooms that used to be stores, and you could pick and choose what you wanted to participate in. In previous years, there had been a lot of bondage and impact-related rooms. Some of them had demonstrations going on, while others were just filled with equipment that Doms and subs could use at their own pace. A lot of rooms were all about creating a particular setting or atmosphere, where Doms and subs followed different rules specific to those rooms. For example, there was a room where subs would be put on display and their Doms would be auctioning them off to give blow jobs or let another Dom fuck them, or even "rent" them for a while. Last year, there was a room that was like a kennel for subs, where Doms could leave them bound up in cages and supervised while they went and did other things. There were also rooms designated for sleeping and aftercare. They instated general event-wide rules, mainly for subs, about things like what to wear and how to behave, which were enforced with punishments, but these also varied year-to-year. The most consistent rule was that, once the event started, you couldn't come back inside if you left. For whatever reason, they didn't want people coming and going during the event, so the invitations came with a one-way ticket that you couldn't get back once handed in.
Griffon said the main thing to watch out for were sketchy Doms who would try to get you to do things without informed consent, which is why, due to my lack of experience, the three of them weren't going to let me do anything unsupervised. That was okay with me. I felt safer that way, as they'd told me stories about subs being coerced into going into rooms where there were no safe words, or being gagged without prior discussion so they couldn't use their safe word, or Doms just not respecting limits period.
Apparently, there would even be a room with a literal slave auction, where subs would be displayed and their skills would be demonstrated throughout the weekend, providing opportunities for Doms to "try them out," and at the end, Doms would bid on them to take home, permanently. It surprised me that such a thing actually happened, but supposedly the slaves were all consenting adults, and the proceeds are what kept the event running year after year.
About 15 minutes had gone by when an RV came around the corner and pulled into the driveway. It parked and three people came out. First was a large, domineering man clad completely in leather. He was bald with piercing blue eyes, and he looked at least 6'5" and very strong. He, Louis, and Griffon greeted each other, then he came up to me and Sir and shook both our hands, introducing himself as Sal. I realized this was one of the organizers of the event, who had gotten us our invitations.
The other two hung back by the RV, keeping their eyes on the ground. They were both dressed in leather harnesses, collars, jockstraps, and boots. One of them was broad, beefy, and hairy with bulging muscles. He had black hair in a crew cut, with a thick beard and deep brown eyes. I would've guessed he was about 6' tall. Stretching the front of his leather jockstrap was a huge bulge, noticeably not locked in a cage. Even though he was looking down submissively, he still had a strong presence and a self-assured demeanor. On his arm was tattooed the number 1; Sal introduced him as Slave 1. The other one was shorter, maybe 5'3", and had a slight build and very boyish features. He was rather skinny, except for his plump, round ass. He had big, brown eyes and a nice mop of wavy brown hair, but was completely hairless below his ears. He was honestly very cute. If I hadn't known better, I would've thought he was a teenager. He seemed to be trying to make himself as small as possible, giving off a shy, more reserved disposition. His jockstrap was pulled up so tight that it almost looked like there was nothing there, though I could make out the outline of a small chastity cage. On his arm, there was a tattoo of the number 2; Sal introduced him as Slave 2.
Sal set a few ground rules before we got in the RV. Boys were required to kneel or crawl at all times and were not to use any furniture. We were not allowed to stand, walk, or sit down unless instructed by a Dom. We were also prohibited from wearing regular clothes. We could wear jockstraps, knee pads, socks, collars, and other kinky and revealing gear as our Doms saw fit. Cutoff t-shirts were acceptable, but under no circumstances could we wear our street clothes while inside, especially not pants or underwear. Finally, we weren't allowed to eat, drink, or use the bathroom without permission. We would be fed plenty of food and water, but we couldn't drink or feed ourselves unless we were told, and we had to ask permission to use the bathroom. Safewords, of course, would be respected, but boys were expected to follow the rules at all times and obey all commands within our limits. Personally, I was excited about the rules. Sir set a lot of similar rules for me at home, because anything demeaning like that made me extremely horny. Meanwhile, Sal's slaves had their own set of rules. They were to be responsible for driving the RV, taking turns at the wheel while the other helped serve the Doms.
