Laura was still in tears by the time she had reached home, distraught over her husband Tom's predicament. She had effectively sold him as a sex slave to a club to help make ends meet. Her stomach sank as she lay down in bed. It was Wednesday and she had a shift early the following morning, but couldn't bring herself to sleep. Although Tom had agreed to most of the terms and conditions, at the last minute behind his back she had imposed the additional requirement of a chastity cage.
"It's for his sake too," she re-assured herself. She would be remaining faithful to him even while he would be forced to sexually serve other women. This way, he could at least maintain a level of faithfulness in return.
She still felt uneasy. Despite the logic, she hadn't even been able to look him in the eye and tell him. She pictured how it must have been for him. Naked. Collared. Being lead on a leash, likely having his hands and feet restrained. And then being forced into a tiny cock cage.
To her surprise and shame, she found herself getting deeply aroused. She draw her hand between her legs, feeling her clit through her panties. Tom had always been an ideal house-husband who knew his place, but they had never experimented with anything particularly rough. He was such a sweet boy that she could never bring herself to doing things that might scare him. But now, whether he wanted it or not, he'd be getting punished, dominated, and humiliated in all kinds of ways.
On her phone, she looked at images from the Midnight Pleasures club website, justifying it by needing to have an idea what Tom was going through. They showed men in all kinds of chains and cuffs. Some were being whipped or spanked. Others being led on all fours, being forced into dog costumes. Some had their genitals being squeezed and pulled. And quite a few had their assholes being roughly plugged or fucked.
Laura started to rub herself faster, shame creeping over her. She told herself that she was still remaining faithful. She wouldn't be doing anything intimate with any other men, even though Tom was no doubt doing plenty of lewd stuff with other girls. A guilty smile grew on her face. Tom was being forced to be a slut, though his ability to come was restricted. Meanwhile, Laura was to remain faithful, but was allowing herself some pleasure. There was a strange symmetry to it.
"It's only fair," she whispered to herself.
***
Tom woke up to a zap in his collar. Instinctively, he tried to get to his feet, only to be reminded that he was still chained to the wall by his collar, wrists, and ankles. His jaw ached. The penis gag was still strapped to his mouth.
Another shock ran through his collar, making him moan into his gag. He struggled against his chains. What were they zapping him for? He was already awake, and it's not like he could do anything but lie helplessly in his chains.
He heard a door open, and the sound of heels clicking against the floor. He struggled to turn around, with the chains keeping his face to the wall by default. He managed to get a glance at Mistress Natalie approaching.
"I see you woke to the first shock, slut," Natalie said. "Often our beginner boys need multiple to get truly awake."
She unchained Tom's ankles and wrists from the wall, though kept them still cuffed. She made him sit on his knees, hands resting on his lap. She knelt and grabbed him by the chin, making him look up into her eyes. His collar was still chained to the wall, and it dug into his throat as he stared. Slowly, she unclasped his gag.
"I want you to answer me honestly, boy," Natalie said. "We take our slaves' health very seriously. How was your sleep?"
Tom swallowed, relieved at his jaw being able to relax. He knew it wouldn't last long.
"I woke up once or twice because I got hard in the cage," he said, blushing. He took a deep breath. "But other than that it was the best sleep I've had in a long time."
He was being honest. Despite the less-than-comfortable situation, the fact that he was restrained meant he couldn't distract himself by tossing or turning like he often did. He simply had no choice but to sleep, and that was how he spent most of his night.
Natalie smiled, and placed the gag back in. "Good. That means you should be ready for your morning exercises."
She untied Tom from the wall and promptly leashed him. He crawled after her as she lead him to the toilet, and after that the bathing room where Mistress Christine was waiting. Without a word, Natalie handed the leash off to her to give Tom his morning bath.
Christine washed Tom much like she had done the previous night, having him stand chained under the shower. This time, she kept the water lukewarm as she ran her soft, soapy hands over his body.
"I hear you behaved like a good boy last night," she whispered in his ear. He suppressed a moan as his cock throbbed in its cage. She giggled and unlocked his cage. She removed his gag and stuck two fingers into his mouth. With her other hand she slowly lathered his cock.
This time he couldn't stop himself from moaning into her fingers. His whole body throbbed at the sight of himself being teased so intimately by Mistress Christine. He was about to cum on the spot. Suddenly she released her grip and stepped back, letting his cock quiver in the air helplessly.
"You're a horny little slut," she said. "How can you expect me to wash down there if you're ready to explode all over my hand any second? I'm hoping we won't have to have cold water showers every day. That's not gonna be fun for either of us."
Fortunately, it wasn't needed. In less than a minute of being left alone in the water, his cock grew soft, and Christine quickly re-caged it. After brushing his teeth and making sure he was clean and well shaved, she gagged him, dried him down, and left him for Mistress Natalie to pick him up: on his knees, his feet loosely shackled and his arms cuffed behind his back.
"Stand up," Natalie ordered as she leashed him. He followed her, this time arriving in a new room.
This was apparently the club's gym, a large room filled with weights, treadmills, and stretching mats. Several other naked men were in the room working out in various ways, overseen by various Mistresses Tom did not recognize. He stared at the ground, finding himself suddenly very uncomfortable in the presence of other nude men. Of course he wasn't the only slave at Midnight Pleasures, though the constant bondage and humiliation Mistress Natalie and Mistress Christine subjected him to made him feel like he was being especially punished.
Natalie chained Tom cuffs and leash to a wall, before introducing him to Mistress Tanya. Tanya was a blonde, muscular woman wearing shorts and a tank top. Every morning, Tom would be spending his time being kept in peak shape under her regiment. Slaves needed to be healthy to service well.
Tanya smiled at him as she unchained him and took his leash into her hand. Despite her pleasant expression, Tom soon found her treatment to be far from gentle. Even though he was in relatively good shape, he quickly found himself sweating heavily after several rounds of push ups, planks, and squats. After what had to be several hours, she let him have a long drink of water.
"I hope you aren't too exhausted now," Tanya said. "The real work's in the evenings."
Afterwards, she lead him to the bathing room, once more putting him in the hands of Mistress Christine. This time he was only given a quick rinse in the shower. Christine verbally teased him and played with his nipples, but left his cock cage and gag untouched. Natalie arrived and lead him crawling back to his room, where he ate lunch from bowls like a dog.
By this point, Tom was very tired, and was not eager for whatever Mistress Natalie would make him do next. To his surprise, she simply chained his collar to the wall and left him sitting on his bed. She even loosened his cuffs and shackles.
"You will be given some free time to rest during the afternoons, before your evening sessions begin." Natalie said. She chuckled. "Though I suppose in your case you aren't exactly free."
She made him kiss her shoes and then left him along. Tom lay down, relieved at the break he was given. A pit formed in his stomach as he remembered Tanya's comment about the real work being in the evenings. He shrugged it off and fell into slumber once more.
He woke again to a shock in his collar. He sat on his knees with his head slightly down as Mistress Natalie entered.
"I'm going to say this once, boy," she said as she leashed him. "Your service tonight will require minimal effort on your end. All you have to do is be a good, quiet bitch for tonight's Open Session. So let me be clear that failure to meet this standard will be punished severely."
Tom nodded. If it was minimal effort, it couldn't be too bad. Maybe Tanya was just teasing him.
Natalie lead him over to the bathing room. Although Mistress Christine chained up to the wall, this time she did not turn on the shower. Instead she took out her enema kit and began cleaning Tom's ass.
Tom whimpered in his gag as he realized what that meant.
"You should be proud," Christine said as she pumped warm water into him. "Making an Open Session on your second night."
Whatever the "Open Session" meant, Tom was not looking forward to hit. His ass still ached from last night's pegging.
After being cleaned, Tom was lead by Natalie through the hallway, walking with his hands cuffed behind him. He heard loud music from the room she was leading him to. When she opened the door, he shivered.
It was a large lounge, filled with women ranging from their early 20s all the way to their late 50s. The women were relaxing on couches, drinking or smoking while watching several men dance seductively on a stage. Several of them whistles to Tom as he was lead through. This was the main lounge used by customers, available to even the least expensive membership. There were some days of the week when entrance was free.
Tom's eyes widened in horror when he saw where Natalie was leading him to. Near a corner of the lounge, a bench sat with a sign beside it saying "Boyslut of the Night". A large set of strap-ons lay on a shelf nearby. Tom froze for a moment in fear. With a sharp yank in his leash, Natalie forced him to continue following.
"Don't worry," she said. "There'll be plenty of lube."
She placed him face down on the bench and chained his hands and feet to stirrups. She angled the bench forward so Tom's ass was up in the air and his face was near the ground. Several women in the lounge began to cheer.
