Enslavement of Jim

Chapter Three

Once in the loft, Blair shrugged off his backpack, dropping it beside the door, before going into the kitchen to get them both a bottle of beer. He handed one to Simon and led the way into the living room. Once they settled down Blair motioned for Simon to begin.

Simon could see the anger in the younger man’s eyes and he could understand it. If someone tried to take his special someone he would be ready to take on the world. And Sandburg fought dirty. He also fought to win. Trying to put the young man at ease, Simon leaned back in the chair, projecting a picture of calmness.

“Blair, let me put it on the line for you. Jim is not built for ’vanilla’ sex. In fact, the club that I am about to mention was his idea to begin with and it then grew until it became a self-supporting business. Jim was there every night looking for the right person for him. That is, he was, until his senses started spiking, and then the pleasure turned into pure torture and he couldn’t enjoy it any more.” Simon watched for any reaction from Blair, but the young man was hiding any reaction from him behind his bottle of beer.

Simon took a long drink and then continued his tale. “That’s when you came along and began to help him. At first, he fought the attraction he felt for you and then he realized that you felt the same way. For a time he was in heaven. Then the old needs started popping up. That is why you have had problems over the past few weeks.”

Simon could see Blair physically relax at that last comment. He had guessed right. Blair thought Jim wanted another person and, in a way he did, but it was a different Blair that he wanted.

“Any questions so far?”

Blair leaned forward. “What needs are you talking about? I’m willing to try almost anything.”

Simon could see the natural curiosity in Blair’s eyes and he smiled. “Anything?”

Blair blushed. “Simon, there is a line for some things… kids, animals, you know. “

“Ahh, yes of course.” Simon grinned. “This is where we get into the club. But first, a little history on Jim. Jim is what you call a submissive, a total ’I will do whatever you want in bed’ wuss. If your personality is strong enough, that will carry over into everyday things as well. If I drop the Captain Banks act around him, he goes into Sub Jim mode instantly because he knows his place.

“Jim has always been this way when it comes to sex, from his first years in the Army to his time among the Chopec. When he came back from the jungle, he craved and needed that type of life style even more to help him remain stable, so he started up a club out of his trust fund. He discreetly did a little advertising, found a few trustworthy people to run the operation, and let them have at it. While that was going on, he didn’t realize that a few of his fellow cops had joined the membership until he met them out on the floor after he turned the operation of the club over to the new managers. Now he had someone safe to play without getting into trouble at work.

“Now this is where everything goes south. His senses started to act up and spike at the wrong times. What once was pleasurable was now torture and so much so that he had to get help. That is where you stepped in. You know the rest.”

Simon watched as Blair processed the new information.

Blair frowned slightly. “So, Jim now needs or wants to go back into the scene. What does that have to do with me and ’us’?”

“Jim wants you to take Master training, to be his master. He wants this so badly that he has even traded in the last thing he has as a sub, his self-respect. He will be branded, and a branded slave is the lowest thing in the club. It means he’s PROPERTY, the property of his master. But right now, Jim has no Master so he will be branded with the clubs’ brand. That means he will be free meat for anyone in the club, including other subs, slaves, and even those already branded because he will even be lower than them.”

Blair took a deep breath, trying to calm the speeding of his heart. “How can I stop the branding?”

Simon shrugged as he took another drink of the rapidly warming beer. “You can’t. You can only delay it by agreeing to the training. Once you are finished, and it is agreed by all involved that you are done, then you will brand Jim with your own brand, marking him as your own Property.

“You must also know the one main rule of a branded slave: A branded slave wears no clothes at the club or at home to show his shame to the world.”

Blair nodded and smiled as he looked into Simon’s eyes. “That’s perfect Simon. In payment for him not telling me what he needed he will have more than one branding and he will gladly show them to the world before I am through with him. I will accept the training, and I will accept Jim as my property. What do I have to do to begin the process?”

Not letting Blair know that his answers surprised him was Simon’s main concern at the moment and he took the last long drink of his beer to cover his feelings. When he set the now empty bottle on the coffee table he was more in control and he could look at Blair again. “First, we let Jim back into his apartment and you start by putting him in his place here. Then, tonight we go shopping for you. You will need to have appropriate clothes to wear to the club. Not all Masters wear leather all the time or all leather outfits. Tell Jim to hit his trust fund, he can pay for the clothes.”

Blair picked up the phone and called Jim on his cell. He told him to come home right away. They had a few things they needed to discuss.

“Remember Blair, when Jim comes in you must speak to him in a sharp commanding voice to draw his attention to you. He will first talk to me because he will assume that I am in charge of the situation. Normally, as senior Master, I would be. But this is your night to gain control of Jim and you have to strike hard and fast.”

They both heard Jim as he walked up the stairs and paused on the landing outside the door. He fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door and Simon took a stance behind Blair. Blair turned towards him, “Simon, thanks but I need to do this on my own. Please go sit down. If he responds to you then it is not me he’ll obey, now is it?”

Simon smiled and shook his head. “No, you’re right. You’re already thinking like a Master, Blair. This is a good sign.”

As Simon went to sit down on the couch, Jim entered the loft. Upon seeing Simon sitting down, Jim got a confused look on his face. Jim was totally ignoring Blair, acting like he did not exist, but yet he wanted Blair as his Master.

Well Step 1: Get his attention.

Blair walked up to Jim, grabbed a handful of shirt and said in a normal tone of voice, “Jim, look down here, please.”

When Jim did, Blair kneed him as hard as he could between the legs, sending the big man to the floor cradling his injured balls in his hands. Blair stood over him, his hands fisted on his hips, his legs braced apart. He thought he saw fear flicker in Jim’s eyes - - just before it was replaced by lust. “I’m your Master, not Simon. No one but me, Jim. When you enter a room, you look for me and at ME. Now, get up on your knees, strip, and crawl to the middle of the room. You have exactly one minute to do this or you will be punished again.” Blair took a step back to give his slave room to accomplish the required task.

Jim groaned as he got to his knees and he tried to quickly take his clothes off, but the pain was too great and he failed to undress in the time allowed.

Blair stood over him, glaring down at the man before him. “You sorry excuse for a slave. I am supposed to take you on as a piece of property?” He snorted his disdain through his nose. “I’ll lose respect in the club just by claiming you. Now hurry up, the afternoon is wasting, and we have a lot to talk about - - and a few more punishments to hand out. Remember, kneel with your hands crossed at your back, in the middle of the room.”

Jim undressed as quickly as he was able and swallowed heavily as he crawled over to the middle of the room and knelt where he was told. Simon looked at Blair with more than a little bit of respect; he hadn’t thought that Blair had it in him to be this tough. The next question was whether or not he had it in him for the long haul.

Blair walked over to the living room and leaned on the back of the couch. He folded his arms as he looked up to see Jim, naked and kneeling right where he had told him to. He also saw that Jim was at half-mast, and more aroused than Blair had seen him in the last 2 weeks and he smiled. //This is what Jim has been missing, and I can give it to him, with no problem at all. All this time living under his rules and stuff. Well it is my turn, and buddy boy, you picked the wrong Sandburg to fuck with.//

“Slave, for that will be your name until you have earned your real name back, you have hurt your case with me by going to others for help instead of coming to me. For this you will be punished. I have decided that you will not be branded just once, but three times. After I have a chance to talk with the one in charge of the irons, I will tell you where the three brands will be placed. When we are at the club and I have no need of you, you will serve drink and food to the other slaves and subs only. You have no right to serve any other Master but me. Even then it will be a disappointment to me to have one such as you.” Blair put all the derision he could muster in his voice. “If you had come to me first I would have saved you from the branding. But instead, I will make you a mockery at the club you started, and by your own rules you will be less than nothing.”

Turning towards Simon he said, “Master Simon, is there a way to cut the hair in his bush to say ‘slave’?”

Simon smiled evilly, making Jim’s stomach flip. “Well, I ordered him to have all body hair removed before he came into work tomorrow, so that might be a problem.”

Blair shrugged dismissively. “Not really, we’ll just have it, tattooed on. Is there a place in the club that performs piercings as well?”

Jim clenched his jaw to keep the groan of desire in. His master hadn’t given him permission to speak - - and making noise out of turn could be punishable as well. The unknown was always one of Jim’s kinks and it was a heady feeling to not know just what Master Blair would demand of him.

Simon nodded toward Blair. “Yes, the club is a self contained unit. Everything you want or need can be found there, why?”

“Because when we go tomorrow night, I want to add a few pieces of jewelry to my new property - - a bit of glitz to liven up a dull board. What do you think, Master Simon?”

Jim could hear the smirk in Blair’s voice and he swallowed heavily against the burning desire welling up in him. His cock jumped as he contemplated just what piercings his Master was considering.

Simon’s deep voice startled him out of his reverie and he wished, not for the first time that he was allowed to look up at his Master - - but he knew it would lead to another punishment, and make Blair disappointed in him. He smiled to himself when he realized just how much he already wanted to please Blair - - and to what lengths he would go to to do so.

“HHHHMMMM, a few pieces here and there wouldn’t hurt. What were you thinking?”

“Left ear piece, both nipples and PA, for now.” At that Jim groaned aloud and Blair’s foot shot out. “No sounds from you, slave. You have no say in this.” He looked down at Jim, his eyes burning. “In fact, why don’t you go upstairs and get everything that you still have from your leather past, collars and such, and bring them down, including any punishment toys you own.”

Jim jumped up and walked quickly up the stairs, desperate to put some distance between him and Blair, if only for a moment. He was shocked at how needy he was and how easily Blair was pushing his buttons. Both Masters saw him harden more as he made his way up the steps.

Blair called out to him as he neared the top of the stairs, making him nearly stumble. “And Jim? If you touch yourself, I’ll make sure the subs gangbang you in the middle of the club without giving you relief.” All they heard back was a series of groans and moans.

“Oh, that was cruel, Blair,” Simon snickered. “That has been one of his fantasies for as long as I can remember.”

Blair nibbled his lip. “So how am I doing Simon?”

“Honestly? Much better than I thought you would. The punishment of the three brandings - - are you sure? That punishment works both ways, you know.”

“Yes, I know, but it also means that I am willing to take on a slave that is so much trouble that he had to be branded 3 times. So I should get some respect from that alone. Especially when it is found out that he is the founder of the club itself.”

Simon raised a brow. “Oh, and how are they to find that out?”

“I’m sure the other Masters can let it slip in a few conversations here and there. After all, I am taking on their friend as a troubled slave,” Blair said with grin.

Simon just laughed and patted Blair on the back.

They heard Jim coming down the stairs then and turned toward the sound. He was carrying a big box and they were both curious as to what that box contained.