Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2015 20:02:02 -0400
From: Alex Irving <bdsmstory100@gmail.com>
Subject: The Sacrifice Ch 1

This story contains sexual acts involving bondage, pain, humiliation, and
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This story is fictional.

The Sacrifice - Chapter 1

(M/M, discipline, cbt, bdsm)


"I can't believe that I'm about to do this," Jeremy thought as he pulled
off his boxers to join the other six guys standing against the wall at the
back of The Club's performance stage. *Just focus*, he told himself. And he
looked at the group of naked guys, many with the smooth, swimmer's build he
loved... all with cocks that were either semi or fully hard. He snapped back
to the moment as he felt his cock stir and grow, too.

"As you all know," Master Ken, the leather clad, muscular top who was
running the event started to speak. "This is the final event in our series
leading up to the selection for The Club's biggest annual event, The Night
of Pain. The Directors haven't selected who will be the coveted Sacrificial
Slave this year, so make tonight's competition count." He walked down the
line looking at each boy in the eyes with a calmness that hinted at his
serene control and self confidence. He knew what he was doing, and he was
in charge. "I hope you're horny. You'll want to be turned on for this." He
paused and laughed to himself. "Regardless, we're going to get each of you
into place, oil you up, and then get you outfitted with the first set of
electrodes for round one."

All of this wasn't necessary as each of the boys knew the order of events.
They were expected to remain hard throughout the competition, so being
horny would help. Every one of them was between 18-24, so they were always
pretty horny, but none of them had cum in at least a week, so they were
especially horny and nervous tonight. Each one had already been shaved from
the neck down, and they were all lean and in shape. Some were overtly
muscular, and others were less developed. Regardless, they were all of a
certain type of smooth, young guy that The Club Directors favored. They
would be chained from above and below and standing in a wide arc on the
stage. The Club Directors, the managing and controlling group behind The
Club, from finances down to its day to day operations, would be the judges
of the event.

Privately owned and financed by wealthy business men, The Club was a
private gay BDSM club in NYC with an extensive facility and resources. The
auditorium was its main performance space, where big events were held.
While looking pretty standard from afar, none of the details were ordinary,
or done on the cheap. These men liked to play, and they wanted to do it in
style. For example, the audience seats weren't ordinary. Instead of rows of
fold down theater chairs, the main audience section was filled with
reclining chairs that had holders for iPads, cupholders for drinks, and
enough room to insure that each member could relax and be serviced by a
companion. There were also metal rings bolted to the floor spaced out in
regular intervals throughout the seats and even in other places throughout
the entire facility. One never knew when he might need a place to keep a
boy restrained. All of the Directors were Masters, but there were several
wealthy slaves who were full members with special voting privileges when
important financial issues needed to be decided. Otherwise, there were a
range of other members who paid to be able to play at the club and use its
many facilities to satisfy their kinky sexual appetites. The club was busy
seven days a week as there were always members looking either to relax or
engage in a scene. They allowed both Masters and slaves to join (with hefty
membership fees), and they allowed slaves to work off their memberships
through slave contracts, both part time and full time. In order to be a
member as a slave (with membership fees waived), a guy had to work at the
club a minimum of twenty hours a month. Most of these slaves, known as
Membership Slaves (because their only benefit from the club was a
membership), worked a combination of custodial, service (e.g., bar
tending), and Club Slave duties each month. A slave might clean a couple of
hours during the week, then work for a couple of hours at the bar or check
in desk on a Friday night, and then pull a couple of hours being a Master's
fuck toy. When active as an Open Slave, any Master in the club could
approach a free slave at the club or sign one out for a home visit. Each
slave had his own pre-established limits, and among other things, The Club
employed Master Ken to oversee the scheduling, training, and treatment of
slaves to insure that no member treated a slave inappropriately. All limits
were respected, unless, of course, limits were abandoned. Even then, The
Club insured the physical and mental safety of its slave members. They
wanted people to return and for the club to be viable. Likewise, membership
brought with it a constant monitoring of health, with blood tests and
disease screening. The Club wanted its members to be disease free so that
play could be safe.

The Slave Master, Master Ken, began bringing boys out to be chained in
position. He first brought out a slave that Jeremy knew well. Ben was a 20
year old college student Membership Slave who wanted to move into being a
Full Time Slave. Full Timers lived in The Club's dormitory, and had their
college tuitions paid. Most were undergrads, but there were some graduate
students, too, over the years. The Club's resources were vast, and they
invested in their slaves so that they would have total loyalty and access.
Full Timers were free to attend classes during the day, and they were
expected to put in study hours, too. When at The Club, though, they also
had a host of duties that included all of the same custodial work and
service work that other slaves had. Their primary roles, though, were to be
Open Slaves, boys who were at the mercy of The Club's masters most any time
of the day and night not otherwise reserved for school. As long as they
maintained at least B averages and performed their duties well, their
schooling was free and they received allowances for clothing and other
items. In exchange, though, they were expected to have much higher
tolerances for excessively kinky scenes, so their list of limits were
small, and over time, grew purposefully smaller. Ben wanted in because he
wanted the scholarship. He had been taking part time courses for the past
two years, but couldn't afford full time tuition. Ben's lithe body was
naturally lean, and Jeremy's cock stirred even more as he watched Master
Ken raise Ben's arms one at a time and attach them to the wrist cuffs
suspended by chains over his head. Jeremy fantasized about licking his way
across each one of Jeremy's freshly shaven armpits. As if he could read his
mind, Ben turned and looked Jeremy in the eyes, returning his stare with a
slight smile.

*Focus*, thought Jeremy. *This is a competition.*

More action was happening around Jeremy as Master Ken had gathered help.
Slaves not in the competition were now attaching contestants to their
chains. Two began to raise each of Jeremy's arms. They were both Collared
Slaves. These were slaves who were owned by Masters who required them to
work in the club in order to pay for their memberships, and in some cases,
their Masters' memberships, too. These two were older, having been involved
with the club for years. They were enjoying the display of naked young
slave flesh, as was evident by their rock hard cocks. All slaves were
required to be naked when at The Club, with Collared Slaves wearing slave
collars with their Masters' names on them to mark them as off limits. If
collared, a slave could only be required to perform custodial or service
work, nothing involving sex — unless their Masters had approved of the
activities ahead of time (which often happened.) The two slaves slowly
attached Jeremy, running their hands up his arms as they secured him. They
brushed his cock, too, as they moved on to his ankles. Jeremy's cock
betrayed his own need for bdsm. While Ben liked the bondage and the sex,
his real motivation was the pay off of the scholarship. Not so for Jeremy.
Despite his desires otherwise, he craved being tied up, controlled, and
much to his dismay at times, subjected to pain. He hated and loved it. Just
the act of being tied up tripped his slave switch and made him crave the
pain that was to come. His pulse raced as he realized that there was no
turning back, that it was about to start again. Would he be able to take
it? Compete with these others? He had self doubts.

——

Once the group was secured, Master Ken used an iPad that he thought of as
the virtual master because it controlled everything in the auditorium, from
the lights, to the audio, to the various specific devices they used in
their theatrical scenes. With a masters in theatrical design and years of
experience in the New York theater scene, he had been hired by The Club not
only to recruit, train, and oversee the slave population but also to create
bdsm spectacles that outdid porn. The Club was the Broadway of the bdsm
scene, and getting into events was difficult, both as an audience member
and as a participant. Ken employed a staff of recruiters who hung out in
chat rooms and leather bars to find and recruit fresh slave meat, but no
one made it into The Club or on the stage without his approval, and that
came only after serious screening that involved psychological, physical,
and blood testing. As a result, he knew every one of the guys lined up on
the stage pretty well, some better than others. He methodically turned on
the individual winches attached to the chains holding each participant,
insuring that they were pulled tight. For now he left them flat footed and
comfortable. Just before the performance he'd fine tune each one so that
they were on their toes and pulled uncomfortably tightly in all four
directions. He liked what he saw as one group of supporting slaves oiled
the participants to make them shine under the stage lights while another
attached the electrodes to their balls and erect cocks. He knew that the
heart of the competition was its show. It was for the benefit of the
Masters in The Club, and he intended to put on a memorable event. The aim
was not just to inflict pain, although that would be a significant part of
the night, one that he greatly enjoyed. He, like the men who paid him, was
turned on by not only controlling other males, but hurting them, especially
hurting them in ways that pushed them beyond their perceived limits. He was
famous for this, and the finalists knew they would have to endure a lot of
abuse. More than that, though, thought Ken, the pain had to be embedded
within a sexual desire for it. A lot of guys could endure torture. It was
his job to find slaves who not only could endure torture, but who were
hardwired to love it, crave it, want it as sexual beings. He suspected that
while all of the guys in front of him enjoyed being tied up and controlled
by another man, few craved the pain and abuse that he was so skilled at
giving. HIs first task, then, wasn't to separate out those who couldn't
handle the pain, but those who weren't turned on enough by it to welcome
and seek it out. For the event to be truly successful, he would need to
forge a relationship with at least one of these slaves, a relationship that
could be seen and felt throughout this auditorium, one that would electrify
the room and make the cum flow from the audience's collective cocks. While
he'd had some fantastic performances in the past, he still craved to create
one that pushed the boundaries of what had been seen here so far. He wasn't
sure that this group had that capability, but he'd push them to find out.
He need to find the Sacrificial Slave for the Night of Pain.

Ken went through the list of contestants one by one, quickly reviewing
their potentials. There was Adam, the former high school soccer star whose
lean muscular body, black hair, and piercing dark eyes was the wet dream of
many young girls and boys, as well as the older group of Masters in The
Club. As the current Head Slave and full time resident, the college senior
would be graduating soon and leaving them. He seemed to love bdsm, and he
was determined to prove he was tough, but Ken wondered if he would develop
into a master rather than a slave. There was always a spark of defiance in
him that gave him pause. The next slave was a new one, an 18 year old who
Ken didn't know that well, but so far he had been impressed with him. His
blond hair, blue eyes, and thin body made him a favorite with the set of
Masters who preferred young slaves. Billy looked 15 rather than 18. Ken
didn't initially want to include him in this event, but his application had
been given approval by some influential Masters on the Director's
committee. They wanted to see him suffer publicly, and Ken was more than
happy to give him a public audition. If things went well, this college
freshman might have an offer to join the full time slave group soon. The
next two were also full time slaves in The Club, and Ken had used them many
times. Both were ending their junior years, so they each had another year
with The Club, although, one, Chris, was considering graduate school, so
his stay might be extended. Chris was an eager slave whose mouth Ken had
used many times. Ken liked laying the cane across his bubble shaped ass,
and he liked his lean but muscular swimmer's build. Chris seemed to
tolerate pain quite well, but Ken suspected that he'd be just as happy
cuddling with a Master than taking a beating with a whip. The other,
Michael, was a red haired freckled kid who was a runner, so he had a long,
lean frame without a lot of developed muscle in his chest but his legs were
rocks. The years of running had all but eliminated the fat from his body,
so what he lacked in bulk, he made up in definition. Ken felt indifferent
about him. He liked him as a person, but he found that the kid liked pain
too much. Rather than it being something he needed sexually, he seemed to
like to be abused. He was a tough one for Ken, because rather than seeking
a relationship between the Master and the pain being given, Michael seemed
to experience the pain in a solitary fashion. When Ken topped Michael, he
often felt like he was somewhat extraneous, not a necessary part of the
equation beyond delivering pain. The last two raised more questions. He
like Ben a lot, and he had performed well as a part time slave. The boy
wanted a scholarship, and Ken knew he needed it in order to go to college.
His parents disowned him when he came out, so Ben was living in the city,
working in a coffee shop when he wasn't at The Club, and living in a pretty
sketchy shared apartment with several other guys, a couple of whom Ken
thought might be drug addicts. Ben was able to take a class here or there,
but without help, he'd likely never finish college. Ken wanted to help him,
but he knew that The Directors wouldn't just take on a charity case out of
kindness. They wanted eager sex slaves who would embrace their different
brands of kink, and it was Ken's job to push to see if Ben would fit the
right slave profile. So far things looked promising. He was eager to get
his hands on the kid to find out more.

Finally, he settled back on Jeremy. Jeremy confused him. He was physically
beautiful, and at 19, the right age to spend a few years at The Club.
Several of the Directors found him to have the perfect combination of
boyish good looks that made him look much younger than he was, but there
was also a lean muscular edge behind his slight frame. He, too, was a
swimmer, and it showed. Ken was confused, though, about his desires and
whether or not he really wanted to be in the bdsm lifestyle, especially as
deeply as required of full time slaves. He suspected that Jeremy would make
a great part time slave, perhaps by someone in their private life with a
real relationship to sustain it, not the sort of public and group ownership
that being a slave at The Club brought with it. He suspected that if he
brought Jeremy home, he could nurture him into being an amazing slave. He
thought he needs more love than abuse, and The Club certainly wasn't the
place to get that. He suspected he'd be eliminated quickly.

Once the curtain went up and the house lights went down, the audience
stopped talking immediately. The sight before them was mesmerizing. Six
shining, smooth, naked young males were spread in X positions on the stage
before them, their shaved bodies and hard cocks almost glowing in the
darkness of the auditorium. Master Ken explained that the competition was
divided into three phases, each designed to challenge the participants in
new ways. This first section was meant to eliminate anyone who really
wasn't turned on by the pain, so it would be pretty short and direct.

Another Master acted as announcer and color commentator so that Ken could
focus on the action. After the general introduction to the competition and
its rules, the spotlight focused on each slave for the introductions. Ken
heightened the action by suddenly spiking the current to the slave's cock
and nuts without any warning or gentle ramp up. He varied when he did it so
that each was anticipating but unsure about when it would happen. Even
though they knew it was coming, the suddenness of the intensity took each
one by surprise and sent them each, in turn, into a gyrating dance, or as
much of one as their bonds would allow. Ken adjusted a couple of the chains
to make sure they were tight enough to cause some strain. Three out of the
six went soft as a result, but notably, Jeremy, Billy, and Michael got
harder instead. Ken motioned to a group of slaves standing in the wings,
and three ran out and immediately took the soft cocks in their mouths and
brought them to life again. *Can't have them tag out just yet, *thought Ken.

The first test was pretty similar to what Master Ken had just done. He had
a series of settings preset into the master stim controller, and the group
would be simultaneously subjected to the same amount of current. Ken had
designed each to ramp up suddenly... no easy slide up the pain scale. Each
jolt would rocket through their cocks and balls like a thunder clap, with
some being more intense than others, and some lasting longer than others.
While the theme was similar, he had varied the type of pain each jolt would
send. The end result, though would be similar: quick and intense pain. The
aim was to separate out those who needed help remaining hard. Those who
couldn't keep it up by the end of the sequence would be eliminated. The
trick here was that Ken couldn't have a performance that eliminated
everyone, so he had to choose levels that weeded out a few while retaining
enough for the competition to be interesting. On the flip side, if someone
enjoyed the stimulation too much and came, he would also be eliminated. He
decided to start things off with a sequence that would make the slaves feel
like their cocks were being gently massaged from within. He might catch
someone just right and make him cum, something that he always liked to do
in one of these sorts of competitions.

——

*Fuck! That feels good*, thought Jeremy. He couldn't see the audience
because of the bright stage lights, but he could see the other guys around
him, and they were like him, on their toes slightly swaying with the good
feeling. Adam looked determined, and Billy, looked like he was in heaven, a
slight smile across his face. *When is the pain going to start? If this
keeps up too long, I'm going to shoot my load right away. *The first big
pulse hit him like a punch, or rather, it hit his cock and balls like a
rolling punch that started from his nuts and pulsed up through his cock.
The pain was so sudden and intense that it took his breath away. When he
opened his eyes, he saw that others had had the same reaction. *Breathe*,
he told himself. *Breathe*. Jeremy rocked up onto his toes and relaxed. *And
so it begins*, he thought. *This is what you want, isn't it? *That was the
question that had been plaguing him for the last few months. He knew that
many of the Masters thought he was a flake, someone who couldn't be trusted
to be a true part of the community because he had ended some scenes early,
using his safe word well before it seemed to be necessary. He had also
stood up a couple of Masters for sessions, which almost got him kicked out
permanently from The Club. He was still allowed to be a part of things
because he had worked extra hours doing custodial work, as well as having
had a great session with Master Ken who had interceded on his behalf with
The Directors. That's one of the reasons he was here. He wanted to prove
that he could handle things, and that he seriously wanted to be here. That
had been the initial idea, at least. Like usual, he was of two minds about
all of this. He was embarrassed that he enjoyed being controlled as a sex
slave, and what's more, that he *loved*, no *craved* the most extreme forms
of torture that he could imagine. He was afraid of what he desired, and
that scared him. His flaking out wasn't a lack of desire, but rather a lack
of comfort with his desires. Jeremy pushed his doubts down and focused on
the moment as a second wave of pain crashed into his cock and nuts. This
one would have made him double over, but since he was chained, he just
rocked back and forth a bit, letting out a large groan. A drop of precum
glistened on his red and throbbing cock. *Bring it on, *he thought.

——

Master Ken decided that two slaves were going to be eliminated as they were
clearly not responding well to the pain stimulus. Every time he pushed the
level up high, both Chris and Adam would go soft. Their reactions to the
pain weren't ones of tortured pleasure, but rather panic. They were
enduring rather than accepting and even enjoying as he saw in others. While
they certainly hadn't given up or shown that they couldn't withstand the
challenge, they weren't meeting the fundamental criteria of offering a
demonstration that would appeal to the Club's Directors. As part of the
selection process for this year's Sacrifice at the Night of Pain, they were
looking for someone worthy of both The Club's attention but also resources
for the slave selected to be the Sacrifice would be given the role of Head
Slave, college tuition, a private apartment within The Club, and a vacation
with a Master as a reward. The stakes were high, especially because there
had been no Sacrifice at the Night of Pain for the last two years. Both
years the crew of slaves did not produce someone worthy of the Directors'
favor, thus no one was chosen. While Ken didn't necessarily fear for his
job because he knew the Directors were pleased with what he provided for
them, not being able to deliver on this important event made him look bad.

Master Ken decided to push one last final burst in this first round,
leaving it on longer than he had in any blast yet. It would be decisive, he
thought. Just as he predicted, everyone but Chris and Adam remained hard
while the current coursed through them. The other two look defeated. Ken
was surprised by Adam. *His mind must be elsewhere*, something that didn't
surprise him. *He doesn't need this anymore as he'll be leaving us soon.
He's lost the hunger for it. *Chris also hadn't ever exhibited the signs of
someone who needed the pain and abuse like others clearly did.
Nevertheless, losing had a price: If you wanted a chance to compete, you
understood that failure brought with it punishment. This was, of course,
for the benefit of the audience. Ken cut the power to all of the slaves
except these two. While the others slumped in their bonds, Chris and Adam
immediately knew what was happening to them: They were being electro
milked. The current returned to its pleasant state, pulsating wonderfully
through their cocks. Ken kept it high enough to bring them back to full
erection again, while he directed the others to be released from their
bonds. When only Chris and Adam remained on the stage, he pushed up the
current, making the pleasure much more intense and at a level that was
guaranteed to result in a joint milking momentarily. Two helping slaves
positioned themselves with collecting beakers at the bound slaves' cocks to
collect the cum as it came spurting out. Ken tightened their bonds, lifting
them both off the floor so that they were completely stretched taught and
unable to move at all, suspended by their arms.Their chests began to heave
as they both neared orgasm, sweat mingling with the oil, their moans picked
up by mikes filling the auditorium. One right after the other, they both
sprayed large orgasms that were caught in small glasses. Master Ken then
smiled to himself as the announcer indicated that the punishment would now
begin. The pair was subjected to another round of intense stimulation, but
this time they were not helped along by riding the crest of an orgasm.
Slaves positioned themselves in front of the two with small rotating
vibrators that they used to concentrate on their sensitive cock heads. The
combination of the painful electrical current pulsing through their cocks
and the added torture to their cock heads made both of these twinks begin
to loose control. They soon were yelling and moaning loudly... *nooooooooo *and
*STOP! PLEASE STOP! *repeated over and over for a few minutes until Master
Ken called a halt to to things and had them released. *Round one is
finished, *he thought. *Time for the real fun.*