Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  The faint feel of the ropes falling away one section at a time and firm hands messaging his flesh and his muscles where the ropes had been. Jeez what had happened to him? His mind, his body utterly spent and by no physical exertion of his own. He felt the plug withdrawn from his body, the moan that followed—some strange voice that took moments for him to register as his own. Hell he even sounded alien to his own ears, his body sure as hell didn’t seem to belong to him anymore.

  “We’re going to bring you to your feet Paris.” What? Where they nuts? Hell his body was off floating in space somewhere and they wanted him to stand?

  “It's okay we’ll help you, now come to your feet.” The voice deep reassuring like a caress, holding him gently as his masters resurrected his body. Each thought seemed to take effort like being told to wake up while deep in sleep and the brain interprets it differently. But somehow his feet found the floor, two strong bodies like pillars were under his arms at the same time. God this was so fucking embarrassing, not able to walk on his own two feet after having nothing but his cock sucked and having a fancy dildo up his ass. They must think he was a real light weight. But having barely the strength to go wherever it was they were leading him on his own, he decided he’d work on his defense some other time.

  One body vanished from his side then felt the robe or perhaps nothing more than a sarong tied around his waist then felt hands easing him down on one of the sofa loungers, finding thick legs there as well.

  Trenton eased Paris down till he was laying face down into Diesel’s lap on the lounger. The scene had taken quite a bit out of Paris and he was hovering very close to being in a zone. So they took it nice and slow, so as not to pull Paris out of it, but he needed to be held. He would pull out soon on his own and would likely go into a deep emotional state and he would need to be comforted right away.

  Diesel lay back while Paris’ arms instinctively wrapped around his hips nearly locking onto him. His head resting on Diesel’s thigh while the rest of him stretched out between his legs.

  Paris remained firmly planted in Diesel’s lap. Half in, half out of a dream. His body tingled all over as if he were the vibrating toy now. Diesel’s firm hands petting the back of his head and neck assured him he was going to be fine, but Paris wasn’t really all that sure. What the hell did they just do to him? That he would come in more than one way all at the same time, to drown in a storm of multiple sensations and be turned into such weakness in the first stimulating act they delivered to him. Good god if this was just the beginning, what would he be like when they really let loose?

  He wished he could find his strength. Hell he didn’t even know where he was any more, he did, but he didn’t. It felt like he was separated from his body. Sprawled out in the lap of his Patronus, that erotic muscle bound body that made his mouth water and he didn’t even have the strength to do anything about it. What humiliating foolishness. He thought about concentrating on just one part of his body—his head. He could move his head so he could look up at his master, but no—that would be even worse than his emotional state right now, seeing Diesel’s disappointment in him that he turned out to be such a weak lush. This was insane, he was supposed to be insatiable, always ready and rock hard for the next round. Was he hard? Did he even have a hard on? He really couldn’t tell, he was so—so—wow—content. Think I’ll just stay here a little while longer.

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  “Derek do we still have any fruit plates available?” Trenton asked the bartender as they reached the bar.

  “Yes Dominus I believe so.” His eyes shifted over to Paris and the exhausted expression in the slave’s face.

  Paris felt a flash of heat in his cheeks. God could everyone in the place tell what his masters did to him? Did they all know he was nothing more than melted butter in their hands and he hadn’t even been fucked yet?

  “Have one of the Subs bring it to my room along with a tall glass of the rejuvenating cocktail.”

  “Yes Dominus.”

  Trenton and Diesel steered for the booth keeping Paris in close guard between them. Paris was still mentally and emotionally recovering from his experience so they didn’t want anyone taking liberty to touch him. The looks they could not stop until they reached the privacy behind the darkened glass of his booth.

  Trenton motioned Paris at his feet and allowed the man to rest his head on his thigh, while a young blonde came in with a plate of cut fruit and a tall glass filled with a thick brownish green concoction.

  “Drink.” Trenton told him.

  Paris held the glass to his nose and sniffed, orange juice and god knows what else was in it. The color sure as hell wasn’t appealing. “Pass.” He set it back on the table and dropped his head down against Trenton’s thigh.

  “It wasn’t a request now drink it.”

  “What’s in it?” He inquired fighting his hesitation to pick it back up.

  “OJ, pomegranate, green tea and blue green algae. Your body needs it and it’s not as bad as it looks.”

  Paris took a timid sip, it was a little pulpy, but as Dominus had said; it actually wasn’t too bad and resolved himself to drink it down before his palate changed its mind. Then set the empty glass back down on the table.

  “The plate is for you too, but don’t eat as fast as you drank. Your body is still in a swirl of sensations. I don’t want you getting sick.”

  Paris picked up a piece of banana slice holding it in his hands, his stomach suddenly wanted to protest any suggestion of food. “You must think I’m a fool.”

  “Why do you think that is what is on my mind?” The question wasn’t out to ridicule him or antagonize his emotions deeper, but rather warm and concerned.

  “Not handling what you did to me up there.”

  “You handled it rather well. Why do you feel you did not?”

  Paris looked up at him—Was he serious? Did he not see? —After coming like an inexperienced boy creaming his pants for the first time then nothing—not even the strength to walk away and grin about it. “You had to practically carry me out of there.” He turned away not even able to put his humility into words.

  “That’s because your use to sex pumped with adrenalin and endorphins. Now you have experienced stimulation that was nothing but sensation. Your body did what everyone’s body does. It felt until it could hardly feel any more.”

  “Everybody?” That had his attention. “Even you?”

  Trenton made a sound in the back of his throat; it was almost laugh—almost. “I don’t sub Paris. So no, but your body did what every Sub and Slave I’ve ever had did. And you did so very beautifully. Everyone who watched enjoyed it.”

  Paris frowned. Hell he could have gone the rest of his life without being told that, he was just starting to feel a little better about the whole thing or at least a little less embarrassed—so much for that now.

  “Relax Paris. You did good.” He stroked his head urging him to relax back and stop thinking.

  As if?

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  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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  FRIDAY NIGHT

  Trenton was just showing up at the club after retrieving Diesel, Marcus and Harper. His three slaves Paris, Marcena and Rachel close in tow as he stepped up to the bar giving Derek a wave, he didn’t need to say anything else. Derek knew what he drank and how he drank it. He had barely reached the bar when Dane was stepping out from his office from behind the bar calling him in, “Dominus, I have a club slave inside I need you to go over protocol rules with.”

  “Dane! I already have my hands full—I got three slaves on me. One of which I plan to pawn off tonight, but that doesn’t mean I can handle or even want another.”

  “I don’t need you to train her, she wants to be a servant to the club, she’ll be handled by the Doms.”

  “Then why aren’t you going over the protocol?” His hands now absently moving his three slaves to their knees to wait quietly while he fussed with his b
rother.

  “Just take a moment to go over the rules with her and give me an evaluation. I need to run over to Stilettos for a bit and I gotta do a liquor count here before we close tonight.” Dane threw his hands up in a—what do you want me to say—gesture. “Besides you do it better than I do.”

  “Fine, get going and don’t be late getting back.” But Dane paused glancing down at Paris who was kneeling at the door. He ran his hands through the man’s dark hair and pulled him to look up at him. “You should let me take this one off your hands for awhile.” While Dane’s comment was for Trenton, his thoughts as well as his eyes were definitely on Paris.

  “Paris stays here.” Trenton brushed past Dane into the office to find this new girl Dane was bringing in and took the seat behind the large desk, taking a moment to glance over the girl’s application laid out.

  “I didn’t know you were gay?” Paris flickered a lusty glimmer of his dark alluring eyes up at the Head Master.

  “I’m not, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy your mouth on my cock right now.” He rubbed his throbbing bulge against Paris’ face who responded in kind by chewing on the bulge in his slack.

  “I can be addictive—” Paris licked his lips, going in for the kill— “I’m that good.” Paris let his pride be known. And none of his scruples. He was more than willing to accept any advances at this point; he was so fucking horny. Especially ones coming from the golden boy of the dominion right now? That made it even better.

  “Yeah?” Dane was sold on the temptation and was quickly backing into his office, moving for the sofa as he unzipped his slacks and pulled out his growing erection as he dropped down, “Come over here and let’s put that claim to the test.”

  “Dane, don’t do it—” Trenton gave him a soft warning, but it was too late. Paris had been too eager to please and was already over Dane’s lap and taking his length into his mouth.

  Dane moaned right from the start as Paris sucked him in, his hot tongue wrapping around his aching hard shaft. It was one of the few things he and Trenton differed on. Dane had few scruples about sex as long as he was having it, but he did have a preference for getting sucked off by a man, more so then a woman. That is unless she was trained by Trenton, only then was a woman’s mouth just as good. But right from the start Dane could tell… there was no doubt about it, Paris was everything he claimed to be. The man’s mouth was incredible.

  Dane let his drop back over the sofa and he let out a raspy expression part growling, part moan. “Damn that’s good—ahhh— you’re gonna have me coming so quickly.”

  Paris was really getting into it. The Dominus and Patronus had kept him worked up and on edge all week. Teasing his arousal to keep him peeked, but never allowing him to receive or even give any amount of physical pleasure. The lack of it made Dane taste all the more tangy and masculine in his mouth . Paris worked the hard flesh greedily, sucking and licking over the sensitized glands determined to have the prize.

  Trenton shook his head, he could tell Paris was getting almost as much out of this as Dane was, which meant he’d have to stop it soon. But hell—if he had to do that, he was going to see to it Dane suffered right along with his slave and wait till the very last minute before calling Paris off. In the mean time, he waved his other two slaves in and to the bench seat opposite the sofa in the corner then turned his attention to the girl sitting in front of him.

  “Cameron is it?”

  “Yes Master.”

  “I’m the Dominus. Do you understand what it is you’re contracting for?”

  “Yes, Dominus. To be a servant for the club members in the private section.”

  “And you understand that means you are available to be sexually used by anyone of them as they please which could also mean several different members in the same night, both male and female?”

  He could see her breath deepen; her arousal was a dead giveaway. Especially how she tried too hard to watch Dane as Paris sucked him to his content without turning her head completely, but oh how her eyes strained to watch and she licked her lips with an unspoken fascination that she could be next to service her new boss in such a way.

  “—Ahh fuck yes—” Dane was panting, his head thrown back completely over the back of the sofa, while one hand grasped the side of Paris face.

  Trenton shook his head at the two then continued with the girl. “And you understand that by contracting to the club you will be subjected to a number of different expressions of BDSM? You’ll be tied, denied orgasms, cuffed, shackled, flogged, spanked and caned. You’ll be expected to perform oral and receive it, and that sex often comes with toys. Do you understand and accept all of this?”

  “Yes, Dominus.” She licked her lips.

  “And you understand you can never ask for money from a member and you are not allowed to fraternize with members outside the club. If a member does wish to keep you as their private Sub, you must submit a form of service termination and you will no longer be employed at the club. Leave on good terms and your Dom will be able to bring you in if they wish. Do you still understand all this?”

  “Yes Dominus.” She never failed to respond appropriately.

  “Have you ever been a Sub before?”

  But before she could answer him Dane’s expressions of pleasure spilled out in breathy moans. “Oh yeah—so close. Suck it Paris, suck me harder.” Dane was in his own world, completely immersed in the sensation. Both his hands holding the slave wrapped around his cock.

  “Cameron?” Trenton called her attention back to him. “You will keep your focus on me right now. Is that understood?”

  Her gaze flickering back to Trenton. “Yes Dominus.” Her head nodding timidly.

  “Now you were going to tell me of your experience.”

  “My boyfriend Tom trained me. He turned in an application to sell me at your auction, but you turned me down. So I came here.”

  Trenton tapped at the desk a moment, as if doing so would bring up the necessary information; he’d turned down many applications. But boyfriend apps usually stuck out. They were always bad news. Some guy thinking he can make a quick buck just because he found an eager and perhaps naive girlfriend. Trenton never accepted them. “Do you recall why you were turned down?”

  “Your response letter said I hadn’t been trained properly and lacked any real slave experience to be sold yet.”

  “It is a very deep and emotional overwhelming experience. Not for the faint of heart.”

  “Oh I’m not. That’s why I want to work here.”

  “And your boyfriend? What does he want?” Trenton wasn’t about to acknowledge a boyfriend as a Dom, had he been one she would have referred to him as her Dom and nothing else.

  “Oh—” her eyes dropped “We broke up.” That only confirmed that Tommy boy was hoping to make off with a few bucks and dump his girlfriend at the same time. At a later time he would ask further about Tom and go have a chat with the boy.

  “Did he ever give you safe words?”

  “Yes. Super bunny.”

  Trenton shook his head, amateurs. “Here everybody uses the same words, Red for stop, yellow for you’re getting too nervous and green you’re good to go. Understood?”

  “Yellow sir?”

  “There will be times when a Dom is going to push your limits, if you get too scared, but not really wanting the whole scene to end you can call yellow. Your Dom may slow the play, or pause to talk you through some more or change the play for the time. Understood?”

  “Yes, master.” She blinked a few moments then glanced up, “Dominus?”

  “Yes.”

  “You keep asking me if I understand. I’m not dim witted.” She defended her honor, but kept the sass out of it.

  “I do not imply that you are, but you are new to this and I have to make sure you understand what it is you’ve asked to be a part of. A bigger part of BDSM is trust and that only comes with communication. Once you’ve come to understand what you’ve signed up for then we can get s
tarted learning what your body needs to experience to get pleasure. Understood?”

  She smiled, “Yes Dominus.”

  On the sofa, Dane was thrusting into Paris’ mouth now, his deep breaths rasping in his chest hissing more exacerbations, “Fuck yeah—Ahhh—yesss—”

  “Paris—” Trenton called to him calmly and he knew Paris would know what he expected from him, “Paris stop now.” He gave the command.

  Paris heard the Dominus and he knew not to disobey, but damn it was hard to stop. He nearly had the Head Master to his climax and he would have relished his flavor, but Paris did as commanded and drew back from Dane’s cock. He kissed the swollen purple head, than dropped his face in his lap, kissing lightly at the soft skin of his loins and bit at his lips. He was so sexually frustrated right now, he was going to pop, rape someone or just fuck a hole into the wall if Dominus didn’t give him some release. Hell, just having Dane cum in his mouth would have been pleasurable enough to be a temporary fix.

  “Fuck, you’re an ass Trenton.” Dane gasped his hand petting Paris’ head.

  “At least my slaves obey me.”

  “Just once I wish they wouldn’t.”

  “Paris come over here before he tempts you to do such a thing.”

  “I could finish you Head Master Dane.” Cameron turned in offering.

  Dane just groaned, but then started the torturous task of getting his erect shaft back into his pants, “Sorry sweetheart, can’t let you.”

  She shot an injured look at Trenton.

  “Its protocol. As owner he can't enjoy you for a minimum of thirty days from the time you start.”

  “Really? Why?” Not in the least hiding her disappointment.

  “It’s an adjustment period. So you don’t get the feeling you’re taken advantage of and it protects him from lawsuits.”