From Trainer to Trainee - The Masters Ball Part 3

Author: bookworm
Title: From Trainer to Trainee: The Masters Ball Pt 3
Date: 02 July 2010

11 Months Later.

The young guy stood in the corner of the bar. It was only his second time to the bar, having gathered up enough courage to go in the first time he stayed for about five minutes then, only to turn tail and leave when another guy spoke to him. But this time he was determined to stay longer and to break that fear barrier. No one had spoken to him as he hid in the shadow and slowly drank his drink. He stood watching two guys talking as they propped up the bar. He had no idea who he was watching only that he was being turned by the build of the two guys and what they were wearing.

Zac and Steven were having a night out, the Slave’s being cared for and strapped up for the night and Zac had left instructions with the Protectors on duty what to do, not that they needed telling. They was at a leather bar owned by another Master, it was fairly busy, the music thumping in the back ground, the lights flashing over the dance floor, both were dressed in leather jeans and waistcoats, leather collars and boots, Zac was wearing a peaked leather hat.
“I can’t believe that it has been nearly a year since you become Master General and 25 years since you became friends with the Master General.” Steven said.
“I know, another month and it will be my first time to host the Summer Ball.” Zac said. “I just hope that I can pull it all off to the high standard as the Master General-“
“You still forget-you are the Master General. “Steven butted in. “And it is your standards that you need to set. Niall knows that it is now you who is in charge, your choices, ideas and decisions, and I’m sure that he will not make any comments!”
“I know!” Steven said and they stood in silence leaning against the bar.
Neither of them aware that they were being watched particularly out of all that was in the bar. Slowly they were approached, and then a voice broke the silence between Zac and Steven.
“ER… Excuse me…Sir!” A low almost pitiful voice spoke. “Please … Sir”
Zac looked to his side to where the voice came from. “Yes Boy what is it?!” he said in a loud deep voice, not annoyed at being interrupted, pleased as to how was being spoken to and with authority.
“If it pleases Sir…” The voice replied. “I …I…am at….your service Sir!” He slowly said. “I want to be trained as a Slave and then to be a Master.” He said slowly.
Zac looked at the young man of about twenty, dressed rubber chaps and a rubber jock strap with a detachable pouch. The young guy stood looking at Zac, but every few seconds he kept dropping his head and then looking back up again at Zac.
“Well! Well!” Said Zac, he knew that the guy did not know who he was. “You want to be my Slave?!” He asked.
“Yes Sir!” He replied
“Give up your life to me?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“Serve me twenty four seven?”
“Yes Sir.” Came back a meek reply as the young man kept looking at Zac and then looking down.
“If you do want to be my Slave, you will be giving up your freedom, your family and friends-your life that you know will be gone forever and will not ever again be yours to decide what to do with it. Do you agree?”
The man stuttered for a few seconds. “Yes…Sir.” Came back the reply.
“Well, I could do with a new Slave.” Zac said, images of twenty five years come into his head and of a meek Slave approaching a Master for the first time unaware of what to do or say. “Well to begin with, I want you to put your hands behind your back and look at the floor!” Zac reached behind his back and pulled at the handcuffs that was attached to a belt loop on his jeans and walked behind the man and slapped them quickly onto the man’s wrists. Steven stood leaning on his elbow on the bar as he stood side on, a grin over his face as he became aware that the crowd around them who knew them quietened down and began to watch at the naivety of the young man who did not know who Zac was and to what he was getting himself into. Zac walked to the front and from a pocket pulled out a leather collar and lead and strapped it around the guy’s neck, the click of the lock snapping shut loudly in the bar. Zac then reached down and began to feel the guys swelling cock beneath the pouch of the jock strap. “Now let’s see what you are giving up to me!” Zac said as he pulled off the pouch, the man’s cock sticking out from him as it was released. “Kneel down!” Zac said and slowly the young man did as he was told and as soon as he did Zac lifted up his booted right leg and began to rub the toe’s of it up against the man’s balls and cock, hearing the man moan out as pain began to fill the man’s balls and he began to leak precum over Zac’s boots. “Be quiet Boy!” Zac said and the young stopped moaning as Zac pressed harder onto his balls and rubbed up and down the shaft of the guys hard cock. Zac saw the precum glistening in the light. “Lick that off my boots!” He said as he put his foot down. “And don’t stop licking them clean until I tell you too!” The young man bent over and began to lick Zac’s boot as the crowd began to get on with their evening and Zac and Steven leant against the bar again, their conversation continuing again, the Slave licking Zac’s boots. After a while Zac ordered the young guy to stop licking his boots and to kneel in front of Zac between him and the bar, with his back wedged tightly against the bar. Zac stood with his booted feet in between the guys legs and pushed them out as he pressed his solid leather covered cock and balls over the guys face so hard that the gut had trouble breathing, each time the guy turned his head to breath, Zac immediately straightened it again to face his cock., deliberately not moving from the spot until in the early hours of the morning when the bar closed and the guy was led away to his new life, a life that he was not expecting as he believed it was going to be.