Bait 1

Author: bookworm
Title: Bait
Date: 01 September 2010

“I hope that someone finds this…

I was all set for a scene with a slave; he had been begging me to use him for whatever I wanted to do with him in my fully equipped playroom. We both belonged to a connection website, bringing Masters and slaves together for whatever they wanted, just for one night scenes, friendships for longer scenes or even long term relationships of Master and Slaves. I had prepared the playroom for how I wanted the session to go, toys at hand and so on. But he didn’t show. After about 15 minutes of waiting I logged onto the site to see if he had messaged me to say he was going to be late, there was a message but he was totally blowing the session out of the water and didn’t want to re-arrange another time-fucking timewaster! I left a feedback message against his profile, saying what he was- a total fucking time waster! A small amount of anger seeping out in the message!
So I sat there staring at the computer screen, logged onto the site aptly named –‘Slave Search’- already for a session, dressed up: leather chaps and leather jock with detachable pouch, a full body harness and boots and was certain that I was not going to waste all the effort that I had gone to. I was in two minds as to what I now wanted, I have played alone with one slave, but I also found it more of a pleasure and turn-on playing with two slaves at a time, getting one slave to arrive first, blindfolding him, stripping him and then strapping him up totally immobile before the second arrives, only for him to be blindfolded before meeting the first slave, both usually gagged so that they could not communicate with each, both unknown to the other. Also being totally dominant I also found a thrill in playing with one slave and another Master who would soon be tied up to the slave. What I now wanted and what I would do would be two different things!
I was watching the home page for a few minutes before moving onto the page listing which slaves that were logged on, I whittled them down to a reasonable travelling distance to me. Some of the profiles listed I had dominated before and was in two minds whether to click on one of them or approach one of the slave profiles that I had not played with before. Then on a window at the top of the page I caught a video playing, it was an old video made by the site. So I decided to click on it. It played for a few minutes then took me to their page with all of their videos on plus member’s videos.
The websites videos were from a ‘service’ that they provided, it was a chance to star in one of their videos. At certain times of the day they would start to stream a live feed of a hooded slave tied/chained up naked and chastised in a disused warehouse somewhere, not only here but worldwide. All you had to do was watch out for the live feed to begin, then click on a button beside the screen when prompted. If the warehouse and said slave therein was with in a certain mileage radius from where you lived, with in a random time slot, you had to click on the button as soon as it was activated. If you were the fastest you would receive an instant message within five minutes of hitting the button, if not after only about ten seconds you would be shown a ‘Bad Luck- Better Luck Next Time’ message. The button would only be shown beside the window if it was in your area.
I watched the feed, the button appeared, I watched and thought for a second of what to do, the button became live and I just hit it without a seconds thought, then waited for what seemed the longest time, knowing my luck that I would get the hard luck message. I had done this a couple of times before but was not fast enough, and it is so rare that the warehouse would be in your area.
The screen changed, no message appeared. I thought to myself ‘Better luck next time’, and then the instant message box flashed. I was the fastest and the slave was mine for as long as I wanted to play with him tonight, the show going out live to the world through four cameras.
I waited for about 5 minutes when I received an e-mail saying exactly where the slave was tied up, directions of how to get there and what I could and couldn’t do with him. There would be some toys there to use on him, but apart from that there was no script and my imagination was all that I needed to use the toys on him. I turned off the computer and was gone, eager for my 15 minutes of fame.
I was about thirty minutes away from the place where the slave was and I knew roughly where I was going. I arrived at a disused trading estate and found the unit I was looking for, there were no other vehicles around and the place was extremely quiet. I went in through a side door that I had been told to enter on the instructions and found my self straight into the empty warehouse. Although it was summer, it was now about 10:00, dark and the temperature was beginning to drop. The night sky could be seen through the broken roof where some of the sheets had come off, debris fallen to the floor through the open roof.
Almost in the middle was the guy, kneeling in the centre of a marked off area, he jerked his head up as I slammed the door shut, the four camera’s at each corner, temporary lights set up to illuminate the area. I approached my boots clicking on the cold hard floor. I stopped just before the square; I could see the slave struggling to kneel. I walked slowly around the square, just outside of the field of the camera’s He had heard me approach and it was then that I could see properly how he was tied, his wrists tied behind his back a spreader bar locked to thigh straps, a full leather hood covered his head with a gag locked on and mirrored lenses over the slave’s eyes and I knew that the slave would be able to see me. I stood by the table with the toys on and scanned what was at my disposal, I saw another spreader bar, a pin wheel and some pegs so picked theses up and walked over to the slave and found the keys to the locks to his wrist cuffs and the spreader bar clipped to a d-ring on the collar of the hood-as per instructions the hood and gag would not be taken off, this rule enforced by the lack of keys for them anyway, the same went for the leather wrist, ankle and thigh restraints strapped onto the slave, they were there to help me anchor the slave how I wanted him. A chain was locked to a d-ring at the back of the collar and this was pulling him up, but then I noticed a chain locked to the floor that was connected to a leather parachute on his balls, this also pulling him down. He was shaking with the effort of keeping his body in one position so that he was not pulling his balls off or strangling himself, given the leverage allowed by the spreader bar.
I unlocked the chain from the collar and he leant straight down on his knees, an audible sigh of relief, but then he realised what was happening to him and he began to try to talk as much as the gag would allow ‘O Ow!’ He kept repeating over and over again. ‘Quiet!’ I snapped at him as I took off the spreader bar only to replace it to the ankle cuffs then I unclipped the chain to the parachute, walked away to the chain for the hoist and lowered it, picked up the spreader bar and connected this to the wrist restraints at his front-but then connected them to the lowered chain, went back and began to raise his arms above his head, stopping so that he was standing on the balls of his feet, I found a longer chain and reconnected the parachute to the floor then replaced the keys onto the d-ring. As I did this I could hear him moan ‘O Ow!’ over and over again in a deep rough voice. I told him to be quiet again and he did stop. I stood then looking at this perfectly formed, muscular man in front of me through my mirrored glasses. I thought that there was something to this guy, he seemed to be too well formed for a slave, but then before I could think too much about it the thought was gone out of my mind.
I picked up the pegs and began to apply them to his body, pinching them onto his pierced nipples, his outstretched arms and legs muscles which were now straining to keep him on his feet. I picked up the pin wheel and began to wheel this up and down his arms, seeing him tense every muscle as the wheel passed over it, as I passed the wheel over his body I followed it lightly with a finger, changing the intensity of the touch. I randomly run the wheel over parts of his body and at random intervals, not allowing him to see where I would next place the teeth of the wheel.
I walked back to the table and replaced the wheel with a wooden paddle that was on the table walked back and showed it to the slave, again there was now a faint ‘O Ow!’. His head lolled forward. I walked behind him and swung the paddle and swiped one side of his bare arse, the crack of the wood on bare flesh thundered through the empty warehouse followed by a deep cry from the slave as he jerked his head up, but this just seemed to build me up, stirring my cock trapped in the pouch of the jock. I swung again, the other side with the same result as before. I rubbed my hand over the reddening flesh, the excitement building in me, I continued like this for several more times, but with each swing the flesh was numbing and I was not getting the same cry from the slave. I changed tact and walked around him, flicking the pegs with the paddle as I went, just enough to tease him but gauging how much of a swing I would need to flick them off, I kept doing this until I was ready and then began to randomly whack the pegs off until only the two on his nipples were still in place, this I just swung with my hand to rip them off, these seemed to cause him the most pain, giving him the biggest reaction and me more excitement.
Behind him and in front one of the cameras was a whipping horse, I released the spreader bar from the chain letting his arms fall down, the chain to the parachute and gripping the hanging keys I lead him to the horse and pulled him over it, locking the spreader bars to floor either side. I went back for the paddle and again began to paddle his bare arse with it, my cock hardening in the jock. I kept swinging, slowly feeling sweat building up over my skin and seeing the slaves arse slowly change from a bright red to a deep crimson. Then, slightly breathless, I stopped and unlocked him and led him back to the center of the area and re-connected the spreader bar from his wrists to the chain and hoisted him up again till he was this time on his toes. I stood in front of him and noticed that he had stopped moaning, his leather covered head dropped forward and his body glistening with sweat also, I looked down and his cock was straining to push through the end of the tube of the cuff lock chastity cage but a small bar was screwed into the end of it preventing any escape, precum beginning to drip from him.
I stood in front of him lifting his head up to look into his eyes knowing that he could see, I had noticed as I walked around the square when I first arrived that he had followed me as best he could. I just looked into his eyes with a blank expression on my face giving away nothing of what I was about to do. I placed a hand over the nose holes of the hood for several seconds, gripping the hood stopping him from moving his head back, he jerked about trying to breathe properly, his body twitching trying to get away from my hands to get air, then I let go, his breathing fast as he sniffed in air into his lungs, into his body through the holes of the hood, then I gripped it again with one hand and began to play with his pierced nipples with the other. I could feel the sense of power that I now had over his breathing allowing the odd gasp of air every now and then, feeling his body jerk as he fought for air and against the pain that I was inflicting on his nipples, squeezing them and pulling at the rings.
I pulled away sharply with both hands as I stepped back, my cock solid and straining in to be freed from the pouch, I had wanted to do more to this slave, but I could not wait any longer, I wanted to fuck this slave.
I lowered him down and released the spreader bar holding his wrists only to replace it immediately with the bar resting across his lower back. I stood him back in the center of the square and used a chain to lower his head down, locking it to the loop in the floor, then connected the hoist to the back of his neck and pulled him up so that the chain to the floor was tight. I connected a chain from the parachute to the floor but made sure that it was too short, so that he had to lower his arse down putting a strain on his thighs.
I could see that he was still leaking precum as I walked back to him with one of the condoms and a bottle of lube from the table. I stood in front of his face and opened the condom packet up and took it out, pulled the pouch of my jock, my rock solid cock released from it’s prison, throbbing as I put the condom on, rolling it down to the base of my cock, making sure that the slave was watching every move.
Once this was done I walked to his arse and placing my feet between his feet I rubbed some lube over the condom and over his arse, then dropping the tube of lube onto the floor I gripped his waist firmly as I placed a knee up against the underneath of his balls and raised his arse up, he moaned out loud in pain as the sharp yank up pulled on his balls.
I rubbed my cock up and down the flesh of his arse; he began to moan out again, ‘O! Ow!’ he tried to shake his head, but he was weakening. “Quiet!’ I called out and he did for a moment until I lowered myself slightly and then pushed myself into his very tight arse and I was in heaven, it had been a while since I had played with a slave like this that was so tight, almost as if he had not been fucked before.
I slide myself in slowly as far as I could, savouring the feeling, hoping that my expression of ecstasy was being be picked up by the cameras. I took my time now that I had this fit slave at my mercy, he began to beg to stop, I could hear him moaning, his body quivering and sweat beading on his skin. I pushed myself in and in and in, holding myself back, I was in my mind trying to show that I was as good as any of the porn stars I suppose. I began to push in trying to push myself even further, then I could hear the slave moan and I realised that he had climaxed and with each thrust of my cock into him he was climaxing more. But then my need to climax began to overwhelm me and I began to thrust into him harder and faster, my cock throbbing until I was so near to climaxing. I pulled out, pulled off the condom, gripped my cock hard and gave myself a fast final rub and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum up over his back. I rested against him, my balls banging against the top of his arse as I rubbed myself to shoot every last drop of my cum out over him.
Slowly I began to come down from the euphoria of climaxing and stood back in front of him with my still rock hard cock dripping with the last of my cum. ‘I think that you liked your Masters cock up your arse, but I never gave you permission to cum!’ I said as I gripped his head and covered the nose holes of the hood, forcing him to fight for any air again, then I let go and stood so close to him that my cock was under his nose, he was still breathing hard. ‘That’s it boy! Smell your Master!’ Was all that I could think of to say as my cock throbbed in front of his leather covered face.
I then released the chain from the parachute and stood him up, locking the chain from the hoist to the back of his collar, lifting him up onto the very tips of his toes and then stood in front of him to say goodbye, I wanted to hoist him by his ankles, but there was no straps to do so and I didn’t trust to just hang him by the ankle straps, but as I walked in front of him he cried out with as much energy that he could, but then there was a flash of something in the reflection of the lenses of his hood, my hat was gone, the glasses from my face knocked of and something was down over my head and body, I struggled, but there seemed to be too many hands at me. A strap was tightened around my lower arms, over what I now knew to be a hessian sack, another strap around my chest and upper arms, another around my neck, all pulled tight. I tried to see out through the material of the sack, but it was no use as I was being manhandled, I could not focus on anything, then a ball gag was forced into my mouth and tightly strapped on, then a blindfold. I felt my boots, chaps and jock being roughly removed. I could also hear the hoist being pulled and the slave being pulled about, then I was being pushed about, being led somewhere, the cold concrete floor rough on my bare skin.
There was a squeal as the door to the warehouse was opened and a bolt of cold hit me. I was led outside and I heard a car door being opened and then hands on me and I was unceremoniously dumped into the boot of a car, the wind knocked out of me as I hit the floor of the boot with a thud, I was then hit by a second thud as the Slave was also thrown in with me. The boot closed with a bang, the rev of an engine and then we were moving. Moving to where or how long I had no way of telling…

That was some time ago, I don’t know how long ago, but in that time I have come to realise that the slave was bait, was a Master who had previously been baited the same way that I had, I now know that he was trying to say ‘Go Now!’-trying to warn me!
I don’t know who is behind this site, I see a hand through a door in the dark, windowless, furniture less cell that I am in as food is pushed through for me from time to time-always the same food, there is a bucket for me to piss and shit in which is just barely reachable as I have a leg chained to the floor by a short chain. The one time that I have fully seen some one was when they came for me to be used as the bait for the first time, fully dressed in leather with executioners hoods on to disguise their faces, one other time was when they entered my cell to shave my head and face, but to stop me looking at them a bright light was shone in my face while it was done and immediately the hood was pulled back on, the same hood that was locked onto me that first night. I don’t know how many are here; I hear some doors open and close but don’t know how close they are to me.

I managed to steal the paper and pen somehow and in the gloom of the cell managed to slowly write this down, I hope that someone finds this and stops this happening before-wait-my door is opening, they are coming for me again, I can’t write any mor-!...’