Latex Manacles 2
by Seekingsometruth
Adrian had been around the leather scene for a few years; long enough to know what appealed to him and what didn’t. He liked to be fucked from time to time but was leaning more towards being a dominant top. Anytime he got a chance to get with the local leather crowd, he was all over it. Adrian arrived at Club Forza and was pumped to see they were having a “Cap & Collar” party that night. He always found a cute little cub at those parties that he could take home, teach a few things to and then stay in touch with over time. He only wish he’d found out sooner as he wasn’t wearing any of his gear. He’d have to run home but thought he might as well stick his head inside to see what the crowd looked like tonight.
As soon as he walked in the door, he was impressed by the leather clad bouncer working the door. The guy was stunning: tight bulldog harness struggling against his pecs, short blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and the smoothest, shiny black leather pants Adrian had ever seen. Why hadn’t he ever seen this guy before? Adrian really liked the latex looking manacles this guy had on, and the smooth latex collar hugging his muscular neck.
“Hey man, how’s it look in there tonight?” asked Adrian.
The bouncer looked up and smiled, replying, “Cap & Collar is downstairs tonight, that’s where the fun is. You ready to head in? I don’t see your gear, bud.”
“I still have to run home, but I’ll be back in no time”
The bouncer waved his hand at Adrian, motioning him to stand directly in front of him. “Look at the metal ring in my harness, guy.” Adrian, slightly amused, played along as the bounced added, “Follow my fingers.” With his index and middle fingers combined on his left hand, he guided Adrian’s eyes far out to his the left, than the right, up and down. Adrian’s eyes followed dutifully with complete focus. The bouncer spiraled in and touched Adrian’s nose, catching him off guard and making him feel a little embarrassed, like a kid being teased by an older brother.
“What was that all about!?,” asked Adrian. “Nothing stud,” said the bouncer, “And no need to run home for your gear, I can wrap a collar around your neck in no time and send you on your way to the party of your life.”
“Nah, more of a cap guy myself”
“You sure? The doms downstairs are all wearing caps lined with this same shiny latex, specially made by Master Calvin,” the bouncer says incredulously, as he stretches the materials of a collar with his thumb, “… and I can sell you one of those caps, but they are very pricey. Anyway, would you really resist if I asked to collar you?”
The bouncer stood up, grabbed his bulge with one hand and raised his other hand behind his head while tilting his head to sniff the manly scent coming from his pits. Adrian wanted to resist, but the truth was that he was already getting hard and would submit to this muscle stud in a heartbeat.
Empty headed and driven by lust, Adrian replied, “I’ll submit for you.”
“Good boy! Come here and feel how nice and smooth your new collar is.”
“yea...” Adrian walked over to the bouncer’s side and touched the incredibly smooth latex. The bouncer spun Adrian around and artfully wrapped the collar around his neck. No seam remained and only a small ornamental hook broke the glimmering shine.
Adrian came to for a sec as the bouncer spun him around again so they were face to face. The bouncer unexpectedly leaned into Adrian’s neck and licked the collar.
“You’re sealed in little stud, now get to the party.”
“Yea…” was all Adrian could manage through his half-cocked smile.
Adrian heard the heavy beat of the music playing beneath him and saw the doorway the bouncer had directed him towards. He felt for a seam in his collar as he walked, intending to remove it downstairs… even though Adrian couldn’t help but think it was starting to feel nice. Still, he hoped to find some fresh meat to fuck for the evening. The party looked incredibly smoky as he approached the door; Adrian couldn’t even see the stairs. He glanced back to the bouncer, who was busy telling some other guys that they couldn’t enter without a cap or collar. The bouncer noticed Adrian’s hesitance and motioned him to proceed forward.
Adrian put his foot through the smoke cautiously and stepped down onto a solid surface. Feeling overconfident, he then plunged his other foot through and headed down the stairwell with haste. As he continued down the steps, his torso and shoulders passed through the smoke but his collar encountered resistance. The layer of smoke was attracted to the collar. Adrian noticed the odd motion of the smoke and would have stopped if he could, but his momentum down the steps was enough to pull the collar right through the smoke – causing a small bubble of haze to envelope his head only to be absorbed instantly into his mouth, ears, nose and even his eyes.
The layer of smoke remained perfectly flush with the ceiling of the basement room and there was no hint of haze where the rhythmic beat was playing; the effects of the smoke were immediate. Adrian was in a complete daze. A finger touched his chin, turning his face to the side where he saw a tall muscular man in leather pants with yellow piping and a metal harness wearing a cap.
“Look at the shine of my cap boy; you always obey men in leather caps, you cannot resist obedience.” And he couldn’t.
“You probably wonder why you have submitted so easily. It’s the smoke. It affects only the weak willed, whether that’s their normal condition or the result of manipulation. No doubt you encountered the bouncer and his finger test on the way in?” Adrian nodded.
“Now, step forward and remove your shirt, boy. Slaves do not wear shirts here.”
“Yes, Sir,” was all the young man could say. The smoke had so clouded his mind by now that he could no longer think for himself.
“Slave, you are here to be inspected and purchased. This pleases you. Hand me your wallet, keys and any personal items, now.”
“Yes, Sir,” was all Adrian could say as he absolved himself of any personal effects. The tall leather man then wrote the number 47 on his back; the same number appeared on the satchel holding his items.
“Club Forza is owned by Master Calvin, his cap is silver and he is wearing an all black latex boiler suit, as opposed to the leather worn by his guests. He will inspect you first, and then the other men who pay handsomely to participate in this event will have at you.”
The young man who had been Adrian understood and after surveying the basement bar, recognized Master Calvin and became rock hard. He trembled as he approached Master Calvin, resisting the urge to cum in his pants. Master Calvin looked him over, caressing him softly on the face. Master Calvin smiled and while barely acknowledging the young man in front of him, spoke to the dozen or so men in leather and caps that surrounded him.
“The smoke is the best manifestation of my power yet,” he said with a chuckle, “look at this handsome young man. He reminds me of the bouncer upstairs who I collared a few years ago. For the bouncer, he had to ingest my power …that in addition to the physical touch of my latex that all of you know so well.”
Master Calvin smiled, surveying the crowd who all seemed to enjoy knowing the secret. Some of the men adjusted their caps, seeming to enjoy the smooth sensations of the latex on their heads.
Master Calvin continued, “While this incredible material helps prep these young men for seduction, by my will alone it protects you from the smoke. The smoke clouds the pasts of susceptible men who pass through it, resulting in vessels ripe for enslavement! All of this is to your benefit gentlemen, at the right price of course. “
“Cheers for Master Calvin!”
Master Calvin looked into the eyes of the slave and whispered, “You are not worthy of me slave, but you will always serve me. Mingle with the men here tonight and find your Master. He will attach a leash to your collar and you will serve him dutifully forever, unless he decides to release you.”
“Yes Master”
“Good slave, you please me, and I know you live to please me.”
“Yes Master”
“Good slave,” said Master Calvin, looking at the small group of men in caps just entering the club, “you may get to prove yourself worthy of me tonight, after all. Now go.”
The young man began to walk around. There were other collared boys like Adrian walking around as well, several of them in fact, some staring emptily into pulsating lights dancing on the walls. Slave Adrian barely noticed them. The two dozen or so caps alone drew his attention.
A man wearing a cap stopped Adrian, who reacted with, “Sir, I hope I please you Sir”
“You were not told to speak, slave!” Slave Adrian nodded. The Sir used his leather gloves to inspect the fairly fit body, but decided to pass. Unbeknownst to the boy, a slight adversary of Master Calvin who recently entered the club took an interest in him. The Sir approached wearing a tight leather police uniform with white trim, and before the slave could acknowledge him, the cop attached a leash to the hook on his collar. An overwhelming rush of pleasure and gratitude flooded the boy. He never felt so happy and content. His Sir made him feel this way, and he was forever grateful.
“Kneel and lick my boots slave, while I inspect additional men.”
“Yes Master,” he said as he fell to his knees and began worshipping them with his tongue.
Master Calvin came over to him and said, “This will be your fourth slave this month, can you really afford all of this?”
“You don’t need to worry about that Calvin.” Cop Sir had ambitions of breaking free from the cycle he’d been trapped in, reliant upon Master Calvin for slaves. He’d seen enough to start his own show in town. By recruiting the youngest, most fit slaves, the Cop planned on recruiting their friends to start his own little ring. He knew better than to remove his cap with the smoke nearby, but tonight was going to be his last night of groveling before Calvin.
Offended by the lack of respect, but not making it readily apparent, Master Calvin smiled and motioned the doorman to bring the bouncer downstairs. The bouncer, who looked even sexier in the dim light, knelt on one knee before Master Calvin. The bouncer was instructed to get fully rubberized and to prepare for suspension bondage. The bouncer became visibly aroused by the order, and slipped away.
“Cop Sir, you are truly the guest of honor tonight, taking on four slaves this month. Perhaps you intend to start a stable of your own? Not that it could ever rival my own.”
Cop Sir, more aware of his offense than before, tried to backpedal. “Master Calvin, you are our inspiration and our superior in all things. That you elevate our status by letting us associate with you is enough to be thankful for alone, but that you treat us to these events for slave harvesting is evidence of your true generosity. Why would I or anyone ever challenge you magnanimity?” He said while bowing his head.
Master Calvin responded,” I am generous, Cop Sir, and to prove it I have a new treat for all of you tonight.”
He pointed to a small black platform where a light was shining and in walked the bouncer. The young man had been converted several years ago and was completely transformed into a muscular hunk, covered in tight shiny rubber from his neck down with his huge dick and ball sack exposed. He wore a blindfold and was guided by two other slaves onto the platform. Seemingly powered by their own will, leather straps began erupting from the leather covered base towards the ceiling, forming an intricate lattice of straps in a diamond pattern around the slave. The platform began to lift off the ground until the slaves crotch was level with the heads in the crowd.
“Let me be the first to demonstrate my latest creation.” Master Calvin turned his attention to the rubberized bouncer. “Suspension bondage is not entirely new, but as party hors d’oeuvres, it is somewhat novel, don’t you think!? Cop Sir, may I use your slave to demonstrate?”
“But of course.” The boot that slave Adrian had been servicing all the while kicked him slightly, drawing his attention to Cop Sir’s motion to stand. Slave Adrian saw the confined bouncer and approached him as directed. Master Calvin’s silver cap shined like none other, making him the true god in the room by Adrian’s measure.
“Slave, moisten my bouncer’s cock and balls, get him hard, but do not enjoy his juices, those are for Men only!”
“Yes, my lord and Master,” Slave Adrian whispered.
The young man began to lick and hum on the balls of the suspended slave, enjoying the assignment almost too much.
“Step away slave…” Slave Adrian complied immediately. “Men, my guests, come and enjoy the ‘Serum of Superiority’ that flows from the loins of my most submissive slave. Useless to him or any slave or submissive, one taste will enhance your power, your force of intimidation over other men 100 fold.”
The men lined up, greedy and thirsty, like leather pigs fighting for the trough. Master Calvin gave a crooked grin and Cop Sir sensed something was awry. His mind became a little fuzzy after a slight tingle from his cap, which he almost took off when Master Calvin reminded everyone that the latex coating inside their caps protected them from the effects of the smoke and to make sure they don’t slide off. Cop Sir knew he was trapped, and so did Master Calvin. The latex responded to Master Calvin’s will, and he had a plan.
“Come, drink from my slave, Cop Sir.”
“Yes, Master Calvin.” Replied the Cop Sir begrudgingly. He looked for an escape but found none.
“That’s right,” said Master Calvin surveying the room, “enjoy the overflow of my bounty.” With each swallow, the men in the room became better than mindless obedient slaves to Master Calvin, they kept their minds but were no longer free men. Tied to Master Calvin, the Sirs succumbed to his domination, weakened by the slightest look, word or gesture from Master Calvin. They were as responsive to his will as was the latex. These men were now stewards to the power of Master Calvin. They would forfeit their slaves to him, as well as their wealth, and become tools in Master Calvin’s bid for financial and political domination in the region.
When the last free man finished drinking from the suspended rubber slave’s gushing cock, Master Calvin said in a commanding voice to all of the slaves in the room: “My obedient slaves! Remove the cap of the Sir nearest to you.”
And as each shirtless slave lifted the cap off a Sir’s head, a plume of smoke encircled their head and was absorbed into the ears, eyes mouth and nostrils. The Sir’s cocks become hard and they each began to cum, staining their gear in submission to Master Calvin, marking it as his property.
“Sirs, like all these slaves, you are now my happy subjects, content to use all your faculties in my service. You have been manipulated by a true Master and deserve nothing more than to serve me.
“Yes, Master Calvin,” they said in unison. The Cop Sir fell to his knees, so incredibly eager to please. Slave Adrian responded to Master Calvin’s instruction, and rounded up the shirtless slaves who each began to drink from the suspended rubberized bouncer. Each slave’s cock began gushing with cum and Slave Adrian collected every drop. It was now Slave Adrian’s turn to drink, but Master Calvin stopped him and applied gentle pressure to his shoulders so that he fell to his knees where he was. Master Calvin’s thick, massive cock was rock hard and ready to be serviced by the very compliant Slave Adrian. The scent alone overwhelmed the slave’s senses and he began to cum uncontrollably, unaware of the brutal face fuck that was about to ensue. It was now Adrian’s turn to be rubberized and brought into the private Stable of Master Calvin.
END