I wore my humiliation like a wet blanket draped across my naked body. After a prolonged week of agonizing soul searching, I had abandoned the last threads of my self-respect at the door with my clothes. Rushing into the room I had thrown myself to my knees at Jim's feet, burying my face in his groin as my first act of complete surrender and submission.
It was the act of someone too long torn apart between the stresses and responsibilities of a "real world" life and my own strong drive to escape into the role of the submissive. Finally I had given up any pretends of dignity and succumbed to the power of a strong, controlling man. Seeking to evoke feelings of safety and protection, I was unaware the cost would be my degradation and exploitation as a sexual plaything.
It had come as a great shock to discover there had been a witness to my uninhibited surrender. I now stood between the two men with my deepest sexual desires laid out as exposed as my nude body. My mind raced through emotions of fear, anticipation and confusion as I waited for their reaction.
I could feel the glare of these two men moving across my strong young naked flesh. Strangely and in contradiction to my other emotions, I was also tremendously sexually aroused. As if being forced to display myself like this, naked and defenseless, emotionally and sexually vulnerable had stirred emotions buried deep in my loins.
My lungs complained of a lack of oxygen as I became aware I had stopped breathing. Slowly I forced the trapped air in my lungs to release as I tried to calm myself.
Jim moved forward in his chair and gripped his gloved hand onto the inside calf muscle of my leg. Very slowly he advanced his grip up my leg. The strong grip of his hand as powerful as my growing anticipation.
When his hand reached my genitals, he cupped both of my balls in the palm of his leather glove, closing his fingers around them. The sensation was not unpleasant, there was pressure but also there was the exquisite touch of Jim's warm soft leather against my flesh. Slowly Jim began to tighten his grip, crushing my balls; my pleasure turned to pain as he compressed tighter and tighter.
Any thoughts of the strange voyeur on the couch disappeared as Jim's vise like grip built and my suffering slowly increased. My mouth opened as my breath was sucked out of my lungs. My instinct was to pull away but I dared not move an inch, fearing any movement would increase the pain.
Jim stared up into my eyes and asked me, "Who owns these balls?" I struggled to find enough air to answer, "They belong to you Sir."
Jim produced from his vest pocket a rectangular piece of leather with three snaps on it. He applied downward pressure on my balls, stretching them far beyond what I thought was possible and beyond what I thought I could endure. I desperately wanted to bend my knees to reduce the increasing downward pressure but I fought against it. I understood Jim was testing my control over my own body while he tested the strength of his control over me.
Jim wrapped the piece of leather around my elongated ball sack and closed the three snaps. He suddenly released his grip on my balls, the wave of relief flooded up my body, setting every nerve in my body on fire. I struggled with the impulse to flee but my submissive nature rooted my feet in place. I glanced down, the skin on my nut sack was stretched tight around my tortured balls which were bound tight and stretched inches from my body.
Jim delivered one last yank to my ball sack before he forced his gloved hand between my legs to place the tip of one of his fingers to my asshole. Slowly he pressed his gloved finger through my anus and into my asshole. Jim asked, "Who owns this hole?"
Never could I have imagined I would be on display like this. Buck naked with my balls bound and tortured, being finger fucked while a strange voyeur watched. I choked down my humiliation and answered Jim's question honestly, "This hole belongs to you, Sir."
Jim smiled as if he was enjoying my discomfort and wiggled his finger further into my hole. "That's correct, you are my human property to do with as I like." Jim suddenly withdrew his finger from my ass and stood up from his chair. "Right now I would like you to stand there while Cliff measures you for your collar" Jim said, then glanced at his friend and smiled, "and some other gear."
"Collar, Sir?" the words slipped out of my mouth, I regretted them immediately, knowing I should only speak when spoken too. Jim glanced over at me and smiled as if to let me know this infraction of the rules had not gone unnoticed and that he would enjoy making me pay a penalty later.
Cliff pulled himself up from the couch, making that loud noise old men make when they stand up. He stood very close behind me when he placed the end of his measuring tape to my neck and stretched the tape down my bare back and between my buttocks. Cliff placed his hand firmly on my back and bent me over before extending his tape between my ass cheeks to the base of my balls. He ran his fingers lightly across my skin as he pulled the tape taut.
After several attempts, he completed this measurement. During each attempt as his fingers moved between the tape measure and my skin, he paused for a split second to finger my asshole. I don't know if I felt more alarmed or ashamed but I kept silent and endured his invasion of the most private part of my body as not to displease Jim.
As Cliff continued to explore my body with his fingers and his measuring tape, he began pressing his groin against me. I could feel his cock beneath his jeans growing longer and harder as he rubbed it into my naked flesh. I desperately wanted to be reassured by Jim but having broken one of his rules already, I was too afraid to look over to him for comfort.
It was then that Cliff attempted to nonchalantly inquire of Jim if he planned to "break the boy at the Black Sheet Party?" It was not just what he said but something in the tone of Cliff's voice when he mentioned this party that worried me. My neck muscles knotted up as Cliff's hands continued to roam around my naked body. A dislike of this strange man's touch rose up in me. My jaw tightened, my hands clinched into fists. I felt an uncontrollable impulse growing inside of me to bolt naked out of the room.
Suddenly Jim moved in close beside me, he placed his gloved hand on my shoulder and dug his thumb deep into my tense neck muscles, gently massaging it back and forth. As he did this, he told Cliff there would be no "Party" for his sub. His training plan for "this little one" was to move slowly with a firm hand.
Jim continued talking to Cliff but his message was clearly intended for me. Jim said it was going to be frustrating not to be able to ravish the boy but he was not ready. Right now the boy would be ripped apart by the size of Jim's cock but he planned to gradually expand the little one's capabilities. A process of growth that may take months but an undertaking which could be gratifying and one Jim planned to enjoy. His goal was to develop a perfect submissive, without boundaries, unencumbered by any limited sense of who he is or what he is capable of doing.
As I listened to Jim speak, I concentrated on the feel of his leather glove against my skin. The movement had changed into long, soft strokes as if he was petting me. I felt my breathing and heart rate slowing, producing a strange light headed sensation.
When Cliff finished his measurements, he shoved his tape measure into his pocket and adjusted his obvious erect cock which was now straining for freedom beneath the fabric of his pants. Jim noticed Cliff's hard-on and slowly a wicked little smile creeped across his face, an opportunity had just presented itself to him.
