Enslavement of Jim

Chapter Five

An unsettled quiet greeted Jim when he returned to the loft, he knew it was due to the incident that occurred be he left. Quickly he stripped, and moved silently to stand behind Blair, assuming the correct slave position, and awaited for his next orders.

After a few minutes of this silence, Blair snaps his fingers.

“Slave, front and center.”

“Master Simon, you were going to show me how to keep the Slave hard all day, I believe,” Blair looked over at Simon, with an arched eyebrow. This was to show everyone in the room that Blair had moved past the problem, and that while not okay with everything Simon did, they still were friends.

Smiling at Blair, and nodding at the silent message, he picked up the few items he had removed from the box earlier, and motioning for permission to touch Jim, and with Blair’s permission, he grabbed Jim, and turned Jim towards him.

“If I remember correctly, this Slave’s peccadillo was that he enjoyed being bound up, so lets start with a ball stretcher, like this one,” Simon said as he picked up a piece of rubber strap, with 4 silver snaps on it. Pulling down on Jim’s ball sack, he quickly snapped the piece of rubber into place, and letting go of the sack. Blair notice it did not bounce back, but stay stretched out, and he could see that Jim was trying not to moan out loud.

Blair could also see a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of Jim’s cock, and with an evil smile, he reached over and with a finger tip began to smear it all over the sensitive gland head. He felt Jim harden more, and saw Jim’s body stiffen, and a moan did escape from Jim’s tightly held lips.

Flicking the tightly bound balls, Blair commanded, “Quiet Slave, you have just to stand there and endure this.”

Sitting back, Simon smiled as he watched Blair slightly torture Jim, this was nothing compared to some of the things the Jim could with stand, but it was coming from Blair, who Jim loved so it added an extra amount of something to the torture. Sighing, Simon wondered if he would ever find someone who would fill that gap in his heart that he needed filled.

Shaking his head to get back in the here and now, he had noticed that Sandburg had noticed the sign, and had stopped playing with Jim’s body. Shaking his head at Blair, Simon grabbed up the ring that he had selected to put on the Slave’s cock and balls. Since the Slave was well endowed Simon had selected a rather heavy metal ring, it’s cold surface rested heavily in his left hand. Grabbing Jim by the head of his dick, and pulling him forward by it, he pulled the Slave into reach, he made quick work sliding it down the hard cock, then reaching for the Slave’s nuts, he had a little trouble pushing the through the small remaining space, but he did. Simon was sure that it was a bit painful for Jim when he push his balls through the ring, but since he was now a slave, he found he didn’t really care anymore.

As Simon put the heavy metal ring on Jim, Blair watched his face, and saw both pain and pleasure mixed there, especially when his balls were pulled through the confining space of the ring. That was when it really hit him. Jim really does need this, Blair thought, and I will be the one to give it to him.

After Simon was done Blair swatted Jim on the ass hard, “Slave, now go get dressed with your tightest clothes. Your taking me shopping for a proper wardrobe, for both being a Master, the bell pen, and everyday wear. No more goodwill and hand me downs. We are breaking that trust fund of yours tonight.”

Soon, at Barbed-Wire, the new chic store for all the leather crowd to buy stuff at, at least according to Simon and the rumor mill at the club. There leather, rubber, and other fetish clothing to be found here, as well as equipment, toys, and other do-dads, that would make any leather hound drool.

First things first, they had to get Blair some leather pants, vests, hats, jacket, and a long coat to wear to the club at different times. Plus a harness, riding crop, a whip, and other necessaries that he will need for his training.

Upon entering the store, and meeting the proprietress, a Madam Janson, they indicated what they were after and what amount they were willing to spend, they were ushered into a private area of the store where they could try on various outfits without the outside world knowing who buy what, a sorta of keeping secrets kinda of area.

After taking Blair’s measurements, Madame Janson sent her helper to get some pants, and other clothing for him to try on behind screen for modesty sake. Though why some people were modest about changing clothes in a leather shop, she would never know.

After the help brought back the leather wear, and Sandburg had tried them on, Madam Janson started marking them and stuff, these were to going to be custom fit to a perfect match to bring out the best in Blair’s assets, and even Simon had to admit they were some nice assets.

After the clothing, and Blair decided to wear a pair of tight fitting leather pants and a red silk shirt out, they moved on to the toys and equipment. Moving into the basement of the establishment, they saw all sorts of toys on the display on the walls, in cases, and on racks throughout the basement. They also saw a St. Andrew Cross at the far end of the room, seeing that Blair turned towards Simon with a raised eyebrow.

“Sometimes, like now, Masters come with their subs and/or slaves and they want to try out the toys before they buy them,” explained Simon, nodding towards the cross.

Looking at the list that Simon had given him, Blair began walking around the room, with Jim behind him. While they were doing that Simon began making calls to have a few of the fellow police officers from the club meet them at the Loft. After the last call was made, Simon re-joined the two as they were looking over riding crops.

“The only way to truly get a feel for the right one of those is to try out several on a willing subject,” suggested Simon, grinning at Blair, and then looking at Jim over Blair’s shoulder.

Catching on, Blair quickly agreed with Simon, and had Jim strip. Once they had him securely attached to the frame of the cross, and Simon had shown Blair the correct way to put in a ball gag and tighten it so as not to hurt the slave, they went back to look over the riding crops again.

Picking up one, and swinging it, Blair commented, “I don’t know Simon, this one seems a bit stiff to me, I want one with a little more give, a bit more flexibility to it, if you know what I mean.”

Looking over the selection in the case, Simon spotted one he knew would be perfect for Blair, quickly picking it up and handing it off to Blair, while he took the one Blair had, “Try this one, I love the company that makes it, and their stuff lasts forever.”

Swinging it a few times in the air, and feeling how it moved at the end of his hand, he agreed it felt right, now to see how it felt when he tried it on Jim’s bare ass.

Simon began a little speech to aimed at Blair, “Now the goal with a riding crop is to cause pain and a whelp without drawing blood or leaving a scar. To do this you use a firm and steady swing, like so,” and Simon demonstrated with a swing, and laid a mark across the pale ass of Jim’s backside.

“Reach up and feel the whelp, notice that it is raised but I didn’t draw blood or break the skin in any way,” Simon said to Blair. Reaching over to the trussed up Jim, hesitant at first, then with a little more confidence he gently runs his hands over the whelp that appears on Jim’s butt. He can feel the heat, and surprisingly he can also feel Jim’s moans as well.

Looking up at Simon, Blair grinned at those moans, “He is such a slut isn’t he,” Blair commented.

“Yes, he is once you get him started,” replied Simon, “ why don’t you take a few practice swings with the crop to see how it feels, and then we have to leave. We still have to grab some supper, and pick u a few things for tonight’s show before the guys get there,” reminded Simon.

Knowing that Simon was right, Blair took a few practice swings first in the air to get a feel for the crop then took four quick but firm hits on Jim’s posterior. They were so quick that Jim’s mind didn’t have time to register them until it was over, and when it did, he started to yell and buck on the cross. But when the pain past he laid there moaning in something that almost resembled pleasure, and when Blair ran his hand over the five whelps now on his ass, the moaning became louder and moan pronounced and Blair just grinned at Simon.

“I like this one, it’s light, and I can swing it quickly, plus, it leaves suck beautiful marks, don’t you agree,” he asked.

“Yes, it does,” answered a grinning Simon, never seeing this side of Blair before, and really getting turned on by it.

They decided to then leave, and quickly untied Jim from the cross. When untied Jim, immediately dropped to his knees, with his arms behind his back, he leaned forward and kissed Blair’s new boots, saying “Thank you, Master for allowing this worthless slave to serve you in this way,” then he moved back into position with his head bowed and arms still behind his back.

“You’re welcome, Slave, now get dress, and pay for all these things that we have bought tonight,” Blair said sneering at his property. Stopping Jim half way up into a standing position, grabbed his chin, and kissed him. The kiss was warm, and full of passion, “Jim, never forget I still and will always love you.” Then releasing him, to continue to stand and get dressed, Blair could not miss the smile on both Jim’s face and in his eyes, and he went off to gather his clothes and to pay for the items that they bought that night.

Simon sighed resoundly, knowing that Blair would always be Blair no matter how gruff and mean he would be to Jim the Slave. When he really thought about it, he really didn’t want that to change, he didn’t want to loose that part of Blair either, totally to the dark side of Blair.