The Rv - Extreme in Event

I woke up in the passenger seat of Sir's car. Even though it had been a short drive, I had dozed off without meaning too. Sir had parked the car and was running his fingers through my hair.

"We're here, sleepyhead," he said. I returned his gaze with a sleepy grin. It was early; the sun hadn't risen yet. As I came to my senses, I remembered why we were up so early. We had driven to our friends Louis and Griffon's house, to meet some friends of theirs, and we were all going to a four-day kink event together. It was going to be a pretty intense event, invitation-only. Louis and Griffon had been in the past and knew one of the organizers, so they were able to get us in.

Sir slipped his fingers under my collar and pulled me toward him. He pressed his lips against my forehead, sending electric shivers down my spine.

"Are you excited?" he asked, speaking into my forehead.

I nodded. "Yes Sir. I've been looking forward to this for months." I was also nervous. I wasn't completely sure what to expect. I'd been told it was going to be more extreme than any event we'd gone to before, to such an extent that Louis recommended I don't go off by myself while there, it being my first time.

Sir could usually tell when I was holding something back. "If you have second thoughts, just let me know. We don't have to go. If we do go, we can leave at any time. I don't care about their rules. We can just get a hotel room and spend the weekend together. That would be just as enjoyable for me. Probably more." He held my head in his hands and looked into my eyes to make sure I understood. "You promise you'll tell me if you want to leave?"

"Yes Sir," I said, nodding again. He kissed my forehead and pulled me in for a hug. I settled onto his shoulder for a bit before he playfully grabbed my sides and tickled me. I liked the feeling and leaned into him more, clinging to him as I giggled. He held my face again and kissed my lips several times. After a few minutes, he pulled away.

"I need to save some of my kisses for later," he joked. We leaned back in our seats, his hand caressing my bare thigh.

Louis and Griffon came out of their house, and Sir and I got out of the car to greet them. Sir had told me to wear a tank top, tube socks, my jockstrap, a tight pair of shorts, and my leather collar, and the cool morning air felt good on my hairless arms and legs. Louis was a tall, muscular man with olive skin, brown hair and eyes, and a young-looking face. He had a twinkle in his eye that reminded me of a fun uncle. He was a fan of athletic gear, and today he was wearing a compression shirt and shorts. As they approached us, he smiled and gave me a tight, warm hug.

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.

I stripped and tucked my clothes into my suitcase, then put on my knee pads. I was already wearing my jockstrap, tube socks, and chain collar. Everything was solid black except my bright red jockstrap. The slaves loaded the baggage into the RV while Sir attached a chain leash to my collar and led me toward the vehicle. Wanting to make a good first impression with Sal, I dropped to my hands and knees before climbing inside.

The interior of the RV was its own dungeon. The main room's walls were covered in all kinds of gear, toys, and implements, and there were stocks and a fuck bench in the back corners. Hooks and metal rings were bolted to various points of the floor and ceiling. There were also a couple of comfy-looking couches and chairs, a small table, and a mini-fridge. In the back, there was a bathroom with a shower, and another room separated by a curtain.

Slave 1 got us on the road while Sal, Louis, and Sir took their seats on the furniture, and Griffon and I crawled around on all fours, servicing them. Sir led me around by my chain leash while I licked his feet and sucked on his toes, then swapped positions with Griffon and did the same to Louis. While Sir kept me on a leash, Griffon was untethered and given slightly more freedom of movement. It felt so degrading and hot to be of such low status in the hierarchy; even among the subs, I had limited privileges.

Even so, I wasn't the lowest on the totem pole. Slave 2 had changed into a rubber gimp suit and was on his hands and knees under Sal's feet, being used as a footstool. The suit was extremely tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. It clung to all his curves and even conformed to each of his butt cheeks, so you could see the shape of his crack. It covered everything from his head to his fingers and toes. I figured he must be sweating like crazy wearing that. The only parts of his skin that were visible were shown through a hole around his mouth, which was stuffed with a ball gag, and a cutout around his crotch, revealing a locked nub in a tiny cage. He must not have been able to see or hear very well, as the suit's hood covered his eyes and ears.

I was licking in between Louis's toes when Sir tugged me back to his side and let me suck on his balls for a bit before grabbing my hair and pulling my head down on his cock. He had trained my throat well, and now my gag reflex was all but nonexistent. At this point, I could take any cock like a pro, and he loved showing off my well-trained throat around other Doms. Feeling him fill up my oral cavity and block my airways made me feel so obedient and owned. He held it in there for a few seconds before roughly fucking my face. He kept that up for a good ten minutes at least, letting me catch my breath every so often, occasionally pausing his pelvic thrusts and making me do the work, my head bobbing up and down on his shaft obediently while I maintained eye contact with him.

After a while, I could sense Sir was getting close to climax, and I was eager to swallow his sperm. I loved when his cock erupted deep in my throat, shooting ejaculate past my esophagus so I had no choice but to ingest it... even better if he orgasmed in my mouth, so I could taste it before swallowing, or on my face so I could proudly wear his spunk for a while before wiping it off with my fingers and licking them clean. But, Sir decided to pull my head off his dick this time, presumably because he wanted to wait until later to blow his load. He yanked me by the chain toward his face and spit on my face and in my open, drooling mouth before slapping me across my cheeks several times while staring deep into my eyes. After each slap, I said "Thank you Sir" as he had taught me to do.

After watching me serve my Sir so dutifully, Sal decided that he wanted a turn with me. He moved Slave 2 to the back of the room, where he had him get on his knees and restrained him in head, wrist, and ankle stocks, and switched his ball gag out for an o-ring. Sir passed my leash to Sal and went over to Slave 2, where he alternated between fucking his face and paddling his exposed balls. Sal led me over to his chair where he sat down and pushed my face into his boot with his other boot.

I licked all over his boots for several minutes. I was an experienced boot-shiner and worked hard to impress him. Once I had gone over every inch of his boots with my tongue at least twice, he pulled me up by my hair and spit in my face and slapped me, as Sir had done. His hand was bigger though, and he struck with the force of an implement. I was caught by surprise as the whole left side of my face burned for a moment.

He saw that I was a little stunned and rubbed my face. I remembered to say "Thank you Sir," and he gave a hint of a smile and slapped me again. I took it better this time and said thank you right away. He slapped me a few more times on each side before squeezing my cheeks, forcing my mouth open, and dropping a whole gob of spit inside. I mumbled "Thak oo Suh" as intelligibly as I could while my mouth was immobilized. Then, he took out his cock and pulled my head down on it, and I spent the next 20 minutes deep throating him while he kicked back and let me do all the work. Multiple times, he folded his legs around my head and trapped me down at the base of his cock. I actually choked a few times, something that rarely happened anymore. When he let me come up for air, he would slap me until I went back down.

Once he decided I had sucked his cock long enough, Sal asked Louis if he could have Griffon stand up. He positioned me and Griffon so we were standing in the middle of the room, facing each other. He attached our hands to the ceiling, stretching our arms high above our heads, then blindfolded us, muzzled us, and attached our legs to spreader bars that he chained to the floor so we couldn't lift our legs. Once we were sufficiently exposed and vulnerable, he shortened the restraints attached to our wrists so that they pulled us up farther and our feet were barely touching the floor. He adorned us with very tight nipple clamps that linked us together, so my left nipple was attached to Griffon's right, and my right nipple was attached to his left. The chains connecting us were very short, so even the smallest movement from either of us caused a tug on the other's nipples, eliciting consistent grunts and moans from each of us. Every slight bump in the road made us move around unintentionally and contribute to each other's discomfort.

One of the Doms came up to me and stuck his armpit in my face. I took a big whiff and could tell it was Louis by his scent. I felt him stick small pads on my ass cheeks, thighs, and abs. I knew what that meant: electro torture was coming. I whimpered in anticipation. I was ready to endure whatever he wanted to do to me, and was highly aroused by the humiliation of being subjected to such torment. But estim was one of those things that I hadn't quite gotten used to yet, especially at high intensities, so I couldn't help but be a little bit anxious. He moved around me and gave me a tight hug from behind, gave me gentle kisses on my neck, and called me a good boy. He rubbed my head and instructed me to take a deep breath. Just as I relaxed, he launched into a merciless bout of tickling. He tortured me relentlessly, and either Sal or Sir did the same to Griffon. Louis cycled between tickling me, paddling my ass, and shocking my abs, butt cheeks, and thighs, gradually decorating me with clothespins and flicking them every time he switched activities and turning up the voltage every time he resumed the electro. The bondage was very strenuous, and the torture was intense, on top of which they had me and Griffon writhing around, causing a constant assault on both of our nipples.