Welcome to the Club

Author: eckie
Title: Welcome to the Club
Date: 17 September 2006

I was visiting this club already for some time regularly, they had many interesting parties and even though it was pretty far to travel, I attended several of those parties with pleasure whenever I could find the time and means to go there.

I also had become friends with some of the club members and we chatted and emailed regularly. The next party was due in two weeks and it was meant to be a party covering the entire weekend, several themes and visitors expected form all over the countries. John - a member of the club- talked to me asking if I would be interested in helping out with some work to be done during the weekend, they would sure need volunteers to cover all work and time during the weekend, since it was intended to start Friday evening and not close before Sunday night, so some 24/7 coverage of certain tasks needed to be ensured.

I agreed to help out, still asking that I might also get some time to enjoy the parties itself, and John ensured me that I will most definitely have fun all throughout the weekend. He explained that every member working during the weekend will have to wear some uniform provided by them, I could come early Friday and get suited up proper before getting explained the tasks and schedules for the weekend. I was most likely to be involved in bar-service and other times with refills of the stock in the various bars. Not a big task I thought so I was looking forward to it.

The Friday was there and I had receive a brief email from john where to be at what time and that I would find my dress and instructions there, he would join a bit later since he was involved with preparations in the club already. I was to get to Johns house, which was just a few blocks away from the club. The club itself was in an industrial area, so no disturbance to any neighbors during their parties, an actually very good location. John would have the door to a shed in his backyard open and I would find anything in there.

I arrived before time, it was just 7.00 in the evening and the party was not to start before 22.00, but I needed to get filled in on tasks and schedule as well, so the time was good. Inside the shed was not much except a few shelves on the wall with all sorts of garden equipments, John’s motorbike on one sire and a few boxes standing in another corner, and in the middle of the shed a large table with two bags on it and a note next to it. It read that I should start putting on everything there was in the boxes according to the description on this note and that in the meantime John would most likely return to pick me up and instruct me further. I got a little hard by the idea of being dressed now in unknown clothing, not choosing by myself and was curious of course how I would end up.

I opened both bags and looked inside; I could immediately see and smells lots of rubber and also could make out various straps and toys inside. It just got me harder in an instant, but I looked forward to get it all on. I stripped my own clothes and left them folded in a corner on one of the boxes and then got started.

Following the advice on the note I first I took out a butt plug and a pair of nipple clamps. I lubricated the butt plug and proceeded to push the intruder up my ass. This is a somewhat degrading yet wonderful feeling for me. My penis was starting to get even harder as I felt the blood rushing downwards to the point of my manhood.

Next came the nipple clamps. I opened them and carefully placed them on my nipples. It was a pair of rather easy soft clamps, so no major pain would come from putting them on, but I was sure taking them off after an extended time will have its effects.

After this it was time for a thin back latex cat suit with attached gloves and socks and a hole in front to pull the penis and balls through. I quickly worked the already powdered shiny material up my legs, body & arms, stopping for a few moments to get my now fully erect penis & balls through the hole. I used a leash fastened to the back zipper to get the zipper closed. The feeling of the latex made me want to jerk off right there and then, but I thought it would not really help me getting ready with all that was left to put on.

Now it was time for some heavier duty stuff. I pulled out another cat suit. This one made of thick black rubber also with attached feet and gloves, a penis shaft that covered my cock and balls in black rubber, and it looked like a real tight fit. I started to work the legs and socks of the suit up my already latex encased legs. Although the suit, just as the other, was powdered in advance it was extremely hard to put this suit over the other. After what seemed like an eternity I had worked the suit up my body, inserting my penis into the shaft and pulled my arms & hands into the arms and gloves of the suit. Being as tight and thick as it is, it takes some effort just to move & bending over is a real struggle. But it feels GREAT.

After closing the back zipper, making my nipples hurt now more due to the extra tightness and the butt plug traveling a few centimeters more up my ass, I was ready to explode into the shaft. I had to think of really boring things like sports and politics to be able to continue without exploding inside the sheet.

I continued now putting on knee high black rubber boots which seemed to be made for me and had a perfect fit. A pair of heavy leather ankle cuffs came next over those boots and two padlocks ensured that they were not coming off; in fact neither suit now would come off since it would need the removal of the boots for that.

By the amount of stuff still in the bag I was of course not finished for a long time. I pulled out a heavy black dry suit now. Its attached feet were large enough to just get my rubber booted feet inside, and it was a big effort inside the already two rubber layers to get the suit all up over my shoulders and then close that pretty heavy going zip on the back. Only me head was now covered by the open face hood of the dry suit, the rest of the body had multiple layers already, but I was certain that would not remain like that.

The next to come were a pair of arm long heavy rubber industrial gloves and then it was time for a leather full body harness. This one was a piece of art. It's in black (of course) leather consisting of numerous straps, o-rings (to hold the straps in place) and d-rings (for the everyday total bondage experience). It runs from just over the ankles, up the body and arms ending up in a thick posture collar. I pulled as hard as I could on the straps making the harness fit real snug. The tighter the better I always say!

Before closing the collar I finished with the head. First a thick black rubber hood with openings for eyes, mouth and holes for my nostrils came on top of the dry suit hood. It zips up in the back and then, using the d-rings attached on the sides, I used a piece of string to tighten it up.

Now I closed the collar of the harness, using its two straps, securely around my neck. This makes moving my head rather difficult now. Then a whole bunch of padlocks were added to secure all straps of the harness including that collar. There was no way that anything was coming off now. Just a few more things on the list and then I was done.

A big rubber ball gag was next, also locked in place, and then came a muzzle head harness. Once strapped on it covered the gagged mouth and a few more padlocks ensured it remaining where it was. I was really sweating like hell in the layers and hoped it would not get too hot in the club during the evening, else I would fill the suits up to the waist with sweat (I think to the ankles I was already). The last item was to place a gasmask hood, two large round eyes, must be one of those British types I knew, it was large enough to go well around the gagged and muzzled head and I zipped it on the back, not forgetting the last padlock to connect the zipper to the collar.

I would have loved to see myself now, but there was no mirror in this shed. But I definitely was breathing hard, sweating a lot and still rock hard under all the rubber. I tried feeling my hard dick, but through the thick rubber I could feel only limited pressure - yet I am sure it would take just a few stroked for me to get off.... That moment I heard the door of the shed open and turning around I saw John entering, He immediately had a big smile on his face when he spotted this rubber covered locked individual standing there.

He also was dressed neck to toe in rubber, a police uniform completely made of rubber and he looked gorgeous in it, after all that now it was safe to assume there will be plenty rubber on and during the party, don't u think ? I was sure smiling as much as the gag, muzzle and hood allowed it, but neither could he see nor hear much from me, so all I could do was giving him a nod.

He then started telling me about the tasks and schedule for the weekend, I was to be standing at the entrance for the begin and after the club had filled was to help out at one of the bars serving the guests until about 2 am, then I would have some time off duties, where they would take care of me and I was back on duty for brunch again, refilling all bars in the afternoon, help cleaning up the various room a little and in the evening would share bar duty with refilling duty and bottle boy duty for the night, again until around 3 am, after that would have time on my own again until next day noon. Brunch service again, cleaning again and in the evening door duty until midnight. No further duties then until the end of the parties, only then help with the cleaning up and that was it. He told me that the outfit of the moment would be staying on until the next evening, then one or two layers could be removed, but the two rubber suits would remain of for the weekend.

I sighed a little, since I could not make any other noises anyway, and he grinned at me when he noticed. He asked if I was ok with it and I nodded, not much else to say or do, I did not see any keys to all the locks I used, so at that moment would not have much choice anyway. He must have thought the same as he immediately said that by putting myself into my current outfit I had left out the possibility of disagree anyway - and yet again he had a big grin on his face.

He told me to follow him and we went through his backyard into his house, there he told me to wait for the finishing touches needed. I could now see myself in a large mirror in the hallway. Looking back at me was a bizarre black rubber alien with numerous straps and clinking padlocks securing its fate. The only thing giving this figure away was the two eyes looking though the gasmask.

John returned with a handful of chains in his hands and went down before me. Not being able to look down because of the posture collar I could not see what he did but of course guessed it, not much to guess about a handful of chains and a rubbered figure with tons of d-rings on a body harness.

The rings on the harness were now connected with various short chains, from the ankle up to the thigh and once finished he grabbed my arms and pulled them backwards, from the wrists up to the shoulder several very short chains were padlocked between the rings, forcing my arms to pull closer together and making movements in my layers rather impossible.

Last he hooked a leash to the front of the posture collar and dragged me along; I could only make small steps, yet was able to follow him out the front door. It was already dark by now, so unlikely to be seen in this industrial area we were in, and not many people walk around here anyway, but I did not expect to be dragged all the way from his house to the club in the situation I was in now. The small steps and the distance did their job; I was heavily sweating now, feeling the sweat run down the rubber suits and filling my rubbered legs slowly, the splashing sound accompanied each of my steps. It took almost 10 minutes walking like that to reach the club, and once there John told me that the doors will open in about 30 minutes, and since I was on door duty I could stay here already until then.

I was not sure what I would do in that situation to help at the door, unable to speak or use my arms I would not be much of a help, but I soon found out.

We entered the club and he pushed me right next to the entrance door then, using the many of the d-rings on the harness the hooked me up to several chains dangling from a large bar that was chained to a winch in the ceiling. He also used tow additional short chains to attach my ankles to the floor as wide spread and the existing chains allowed and a small push of a button on the winch control lifted me a few inches off the ground, now being almost completely immobile. Then he just left inside the club and I was doomed to remain here as sort of welcome-statue. As he stated before I was indeed not in the state of disagreeing to anything so just gave in to the moment and could not do much more but wait for what was to come. At least later I would get off here since I had other tasks planned to perform during the party.

Several other club members came either from outside when arriving or also the ones that were already here when I arrived came to check out the little statue at the entrance. some slapped my still rock hard dick a few times, and I think if they continued I would have come for sure, but I was left to suffer with the urge to come. Time goes slowly when you do nothing but hang there, so after what felt like hours finally the guests started to arrive, each of them admiring the statue at the entrance, but none really paying major further attention, I was merely there to be seen and else just left where I was.

The flow of guests arriving slowed down and by the amount of people who arrived I was sure the bars were well filled by now, and shortly after I saw John come up to me again, releasing the winch and getting me on the ground again. He told me it was time to help out at the bar, so he undid the chains that kept my arms on my back and it was great to be able to move them again; a little stretching quickly brought the feeling back into them. However the chains at my legs and feet remained on, and when he dragged me on the leash inside the club I again had to take care to follow him with my small steps. He took me all the way through the club to one of the smaller bars upstairs (the club had 4 floors, so rather big actually), getting up the stairs was a task by itself for me, but I loved the admiring looks of all the guests to that enclosed figure on the end of that leash.

Once at the small bar, one of the other club members was busy serving a few guests there, but it is actually a bar too small for two to work on, so I wondered. This smaller bar was not as busy as the main bar downstairs, so I would not get too busy probably and manage easily alone, even in my current somewhat helpless state. John told the other barman that he could join at the main bar helping out there and I would take over for him. He lead me behind the bar and explained me where the various drinks were stored and that all guests had their tickets to strip off the consumed drinks, no cash was involved. I nodded that I understood everything. John took off the leash now from the collar but only to replace it with a chain padlocked to it, and when I followed it I could see it anchored at the center of the bar space to the ceiling, so there was nowhere for me to go but to stay here serving the guests, my hard on confirmed to me how much I liked that situation, I wondered why I had not asked any earlier to help out, then again on normal parties there was not so much to help out and also not with the efforts of having worker slaves dressed up and chained up for it.

As there was a clock on the wall of this room I could now at least make out how long I am here or still am here to do the bar work, John mentioned 2.00 am being the time for me to finish. With the party going on nicely and me keeping more or less busy here at the bar, time went faster now as it did before while just hanging there at the entrance, so the 2am mark was hit pretty quick, but I did not notice john or anyone coming to take over. It took another hour before John finally arrived with another rubbered up figure, who then took over my duty behind the bar, I could not make out who that was, but guessed it would be another member, also head to toe in rubber, but no gasmask, no gag, just a hood with open eyes and mouth and also not in chains as I was, but free to move around as he wanted.

John replaced the chain that kept me behind the bar with the leash again and told me that my work duties for tonight were done, though it was busier than expected that is why it took longer to get my replacement here. I just nodded understanding. John then locked my arms behind my back as he did at the beginning and was pulling me on the leash back downstairs into the main area of the club. I was hoping to get together with a few of the guests, some nice guys I detected during my stay at the entrance and my duty at the bar upstairs. But my hopes were crushed right away, we passed the entire main area and I was dragged into one of the smaller rooms of the club. John then hooked up the shoulder rings of the harness to chains dangling from the ceiling, and then he started removing my gasmask, the muzzle and the gag.

Finally ale to speak I was breathing heavy at first but when I tried telling him that I am glad to get out of this he surprised me with holding his finger to his mouth, indicating I should keep quiet. I was not sure what was to come but thought I just agree and kept silent.

He then said that I must be rather thirsty after all the time sweating in the rubber and I could just agree to that, but he continued that he would hook me up to some drink with a tube and I should not resist, else it might hurt. I was a bit puzzled, but then again still not in any position to reject anything so trusted he was doing ok. He had me open my mouth and shoved another large gag in it, this one having a tube inside though, but it filled my mouth completely. Then he produced another very think molded rubber hood with only nose holes and one larger hole to match the tube in it, his hood had the shape of a human face, but must have been at least 5 mm or more in thickness. Once he had it fitted over my still double rubbered head I was now blind as a bat. He removed my shoulders from the chains and lead me out of the room again, now I could only trust his lead and follow him wherever he took me. From what I knew of the club we went into one of the far corners of it into another room, there he removed the chains between legs and arms completely and told me to lay down on the bench behind me. I felt with my hands for it and once I found it I laid down there, not without noticing that there was something else laying on it already. It was another heavy rubber sleep sack, also about the same thickness as the hood was, and once he had helped my legs inside and my arms inside the sleeves at each side of it he closed the heavy airtight zip on the sleep sack, tightening it around my multilayered body, I was again helpless as one can get. I could feel him using a bunch of straps to secure my sacked body to that bench, and when suddenly the airflow of the tube was gone I knew I as hooked up to some other tubes.

Then it got quiet, I was not sure if John was still there or not, but a sudden flow or fluid coming into my mouth prevented me of thinking about it and instead I had to concentrate on swallowing. It was warm and bitter tasting, and I immediately realized it was piss that was fed into my mouth, I would have wanted to refuse drinking it, but the flow kept going and there was no other choice but to swallow whatever there came. John told me I needed fluids, he did not tell me it was piss, and by the amount that kept coming and going I slowly figured that I must have been hooked up to a pissoir, used by the guests of the party. Yes, I was off duty, but he forgot to tell me that I would not be free to join the party, or at least not join it at my own terms..... But during all of that time here in that sleep sack, drinking anyone’s piss (or at least the piss of many of them) I kept staying hard, it must be good then, my dick certainly does not trick me, and as much as possible under the circumstances I actually smiled. Of course the amount of piss I had to swallow made sure I has to relief myself, not just once, but rather often and within time I was swimming in my own sweat and piss, tightly sealed inside all thee layers I was locked in.

At some point the flow stopped, it must have been at leas an hour without anything coming through the tube, so I guessed that most people were gone or sleeping, and even in my current state I managed to get some sleep of my own. I came to again when I felt the straps being removed, and at that moment I could also breathe through the tube in the gag again, so I was obviously no longer hooked to the piss tubes. When the sleep sack was opened I was helped out of it and stand on my legs, rather weak and with lots of piss and sweat inside the rubber not an easy task to stand or rather walk. I was lead by someone for a few minutes around the club and then sat down on the floor, restraints and chains were attached to my ankles and before I knew I was lifted upside down to the ceiling. All the piss and sweat now flowing out of the collar and hood, getting me in trouble concentrating on my breath or better the holding of it until the big flow was over. When the splashing noise of the fluids coming out stopped it was silent, I was simply left there to rip out and it was another 10 minutes at least before I was taken off the ceiling again.

When the hood was removed I again looked into Johns face, and if he had removed the gag too I might have started swearing at him, but his grinning face quickly made me forget about that and instead I think he recognized a grin on my face as well. John then told me it was time for brunch duties, there were lots people coming and going and I was needed in the kitchen. In my current state they would not allow me serving guests, but instead I was to do the dishes in the kitchen, proper dressed for the mess anyway already. A different hood was added, a hole for the breathing tube of the gag, nose holes, and pin holed eyes only, my ankles were chained again and also my hands were chained in front of me with about one foot space between them. I was led away though the club up to the area where all guests had their brunch, entering from a backdoor into the kitchen and again the collar hooked to a chain at the ceiling, making clear that I was to remain at this place to perform my duties on the dished.

The pin holed eyes made it more difficult to see and the chained hands more difficult to clean, but slowly I managed the never ending incoming dishes. It must have taken probably two or three hours, I could not tell, but at some point no dirty dishes came in anymore and I just stood there waiting....
Another half hour probably passed before john came and released me from the ceiling chain, just to place the previous gasmask hood on my additionally and telling me it was time to help cleaning the club up a bit before the majority of gue3sts will return later.

Being proper dressed for dirty work he lead me around and told me that I was to clean all bathrooms, toilets and wet areas, and god there was lots to do, when you visit such parties you don’t realize what mess and filth people leave behind. Layered in rubber and gasmasked I did not notice much of the smell, just saw the mess and since there was not much choice just began the task and worked my way through the various rooms I was assigned to. I was building up a lot of sweat again myself, but airtight as my coverage was I did not leave any mess myself. I was not sure how long I worked on that but it seems a long time before I finally has finished everything.

Trying to find back John I met several of the guests that either were back already or had not even left, just to get a few remarks about the 'cleaning slave' and a few laughs at me, I felt a bit embarrassed but then again, I guessed nobody actually knew what person was underneath all the layers here. A hand on my shoulder grabbed me from behind and when I turned around I looked into john's smile again, glad to have found him I was a bit relieved.

He told me that there was still a bit time before I has to attend to the bar duty later again and asked if I was hungry, I had not noticed before but actually was, so I nodded. He took me away then and we went - as I was - in daylight back to his house. There were a couple of people around, but all of them dressed up in fetish, so all probably party guests, yet I still felt a bit awkward being lead around in that outfit on the streets.

Once arrived John took me to his basement which had a wet area as well, then he started taking off the gasmask, hood, and gag, also removed all chains and even started removing the harness from my body. Then he helped me getting out of the dry suit as well. Together we emptied it and then he started using the shower tube in the wet area and flush it out a bit, once done he used the tube to fill up the two rubber suits I was still wearing with water, had me lay down on the floor to empty the dirty water and repeated it several times, all piss and sweat seemed to be out by now. Then he helped my up again, added the heavy arm long rubber gloves again, locked the wrist restraints back on, chained my hands on my front as before and added a chain between the wrist restraints around the rubber boots. He then produced another heavy rubber hood as I experienced the night before, but this one having tow small pinholes in the eyes and an open mouth. He zipped it on the back and padlocked the zips of the hood and the outer rubber suit together. With a smile he told me that I was not to get out or all so easily, but now it was time for some food. He told me to follow him and we went up to his kitchen where he has already food and - my lifesaver - coffee prepared. We sat there for about an hour, me trying to catch up missing food and coffee and talked about the previous day.

I told him it was unexpected, but horny, it was exhausting, but I still had enjoyed it a lot. He said that it is not yet over, so I should finish up and then get back to my next task. I checked the clock in his kitchen and it was already 7 pm, so indeed I guessed it was time to get going.

He lead me back into his basement and took a new large gag again to lock it on me. It again has a breathing hole inside so it would not be difficult to breathe with it in my mouth, then the gasmask hood came back, it seemed one of his favorite. Next he came to me with a pair of black chest waders, and at first I wondered how to wear them with my rubber boots locked on, but I quickly saw those were immensely large feet, he smiled when he looked at me and told me they were the largest foot size available and will easy fit on top of my boots, then he helped my inside them. They were indeed 'just' fitting over my booted feet, and as large as they were they reached right under my armpits. The attached braces were adjusted to keep them up in position and then john came with another black item that looked like a top of a protection suit, an open face hood attached. He helped me inside that one as well and adjusted the hood around my gasmask. Some attached straps went between the legs to keep it in place and the arms had tight seals that closed well around the rubber gloves. Next he used some longer chains to create some sort of harness around my waste and between the legs, once padlocked making sure neither chest waders not the top could be removed. Then he took a series of heavy metal shackles to place them around my wrists, ankles and also a pretty wide and heavy steel collar was placed around my neck. All of them connected with chains and padlocked in place. He then told me to follow him back to the club, and as I hesitated a bit walking like that again on the streets he simply told me that I could either now follow him, or remain locked as I was for a week - the choice was easy, I would not make it a week like that, so I followed him again.

It was still not all dark so again several people on the streets made their remarks about seeing me, laughs at me and again I felt embarrassed, but again it was just guests form the weekend party and again I ensured myself that nobody actually knows who is locked inside here.

Arrived at the club I was told to start refilling the bars, john explained where to get the various drinks and crates and on each bar one member already had a list of needed drinks prepared for me. In the rubber and with the oversized boots, but especially the heavy chains it was a big task to perform and took me over an hour to have all refills carried from the stock to the bars, and again I could feel the sweat fill my legs and when I finally had delivered the last crate to the last bar, I sat down on one of the chairs pretty exhausted. But just a minute later john was next to me again and said that it was no time to rest yet. The bar staff was settled so I would be on bottleboys duty for the evening, that means walking around the entire club all evening and collecting empty glasses and bottles. Being behind a bar with limited walking would have been quite ok in the current outfit, but having to walk around all evening will be a big task again, but john made another brief remark about the week in this outfit, so easily convinced me to get going.

At the begin it was easier of course, not too many people in the club yet, but the later it got, the more I had to do, and just as the night before, the planned end of duty at 3 am was not met, instead I had to go through with my task until the last guests were gone again. the daylight was already out there and I was so exhausted that I just sort of collapsed on the floor where I was standing after my work was finished and leaned on the wall with closed eyes, hoping to get at least some quiet minutes now. I must have dozed away though immediately, because I woke up with john in front of me trying to shake me awake and I indeed felt at least a tiny bit 'rested' as far as that is possible in my situation.

John told me that I actually slept there on the floor for almost 4 hours and that he decided to skip my brunch duty and instead give me some relief, so we were to walk back to his house again. Again waling in broad daylight on the street, but this time I was too exhausted to actually care, I was just happy to know I would get out of at least parts of my confinement once we were there.

In his basement he released me from all chains and helped me out of the top and waders, also removed the gasmask and gag again, then we had a rather long 'breakfast' with talks again - I told him that it was rather extreme, I never was as exhausted as I was the last evening, but now that I was getting back strength I still can only agree that I enjoyed myself in my rather helpless position forced to work as told.

John then told me that the last evening would be easy for me and that it will be finished at midnight anyway. I was glad to hear that, yet curious what he had in mind.

I know I was scheduled to be at the door again so assumed I would be similar to the first day. I was still in the two layers of rubber, the gloves and the thick hood with pin holed eyes. My dick in his sheet standing hard out there almost permanent, I actually realized I had not cum all weekend so far, just been raging hard all the time.

When we had finished out talks john told me to follow him again to the basement, and there he started placing the full body harness back on me, making sure it is buckled up tight and padlocked each strap again. With the posture collar as part of it my head was stiff again. Then he used more padlocks to lock my arms on the sides of my body, rendering them unusable again as well. A large breathing gag followed once again and then I was lead on the leash to follow him again - yet another time of being walked on the streets to the club.

Arrived at the door I was stood at the same spot I was at the first evening and more padlocks were used to keep my legs and feet tightly together before once again I was hooked on to the chains that lifted me with the winch off the ground. It was indeed an easier position than the nights before, but I knew I would last here for the rest of the evening, and doing nothing but wait will make it a long evening.

With the limited sight of the two pinholes in my eyes, and being lifted off the ground almost all the way up to the ceiling it was difficult to recognize much of the coming and going at the door, more just had to listen to what was spoken, and aside of some comments about the party, comments about that statue hanging around there and the occasional slap on my still hard dick there was not much happening to me, it seemed endless, time seemed not to pass at all. Even after some time when all guests seems to have arrived and it got quiet at the entrance, I was just left hanging there by myself.

Finally after what seemed to me like at leas 12 hours, but in fact was just 5 of them, the party was over and all guests had left. I was let down from the ceiling and stood on my own feet again, but instead of getting all locks removed, 4 of the club members just took me and carried me inside the main area. there another frame was set in the middle of the area and I was hooked on to that immediately, once again my feet off the ground and left swinging there. I could see the club members all gathered at the main bar and having their talks and drinks, none much caring about me hanging there in the middle of the room, I could not make out much of their talks, only see their laughter occasionally and I was really envying each of them drinking their beers, I was thirsty, sweaty, and even though I had not done anything all evening I was exhausted, it was a long hard weekend.

Suddenly part of them got up from their chairs, and slowly I saw all of them get up and all gather around me - shortly after I felt a painful zap, not painful to cry out, but certainly not to forget. and one after the other zap n my add, my thighs, my stomach, front and back, hard to tell who did what, all of them were involved. And after some minutes it stopped again while they all laughed.

Then out of the blue I felt someone on my dick, a first surprise made me shudder but then immediately I felt the comfortable warm feeling of a mouth working on my hard on. Someone I could not see was sucking my dick and it was the best feeling ever after that pretty hard weekend, I was sure to explode within the minute and indeed, it took not long before I climaxed into my cock sheet. But it did not stop, obviously someone else took over and whoever there was below my sight - they kept working on my dick, sucking it, rubbing it, getting it back hard, for at least half an hour or more I was permanently milked and I cam another three times - it was more exhausted now than I was from the entire weekend work. Then all went back to the bar and left me hanging thee, panting, no longer hard, yet an aching dick after forcefully milked a few times.

After some time I saw them all cheering to each other and john got up and came back to me. He stood in front of me and told me that the members have come to a decision. He told me that if I was up for it, they would accept me as a new member to their club; I had shown my part during the weekend and just had passed the initiation as well. In my special case, if I was to accept becoming member, there would be additional issues to talk about, but first he wanted to know if I was up for it.

I was still panting from exhaustion, but was very happy to hear that and immediately agreed, but after a short moment asked john what other issues he meant, he just laughed and said I will hear later about it.

two more guys cam over and they helped john taking me off the hooks so that I was back on the ground again, all padlocks holding my arms and legs restrained were removed and I was helped over to the bar, finally allowed to sit down there and got my first beer of the evening, it took just seconds to empty it and with a smile I asked for another one to calm that thirst I had all evening.

John started talking to me then, telling me that I have shown to enjoy the weekend as I was dealt with and that they had decided that I would not just become a member as all the others were, I would not even have to pay the membership fees that were usually required, but instead they had decided to make me the clubs slave. I would have to attend each meeting and each event or party of the club, I would have to spend any other possible time like holidays as well in the club or with one of the members. My stay at each occasion will be the same, locked in appropriate slave clothing and chained up I will have to perform all needed tasks of the days or evenings, extended stays like holidays will also include service and duties to members in other locations or their homes. I will have no say as to what I wear, how I am kept, what I will have to perform on tasks and service and I will be taken care of throughout each stay by one of the members. So in other words, you will from arrival until leaving on each visit stay packed, locked, controlled and be servicing in any form we order you. Is that clear to you?

I had to think twice about this change, which was sure unexpected. but the smile I had on my face that moment already showed an indication of my mind, I definitely enjoyed the weekends and the prospect of having more of those, or better - have them each time I come here, that was certainly something to look forward to, and the only logical answer to it was a clear "yes Sirs" into the room with a big smile on my face.

I quickly finished my current drink and stood up, expecting that this matter was not something that starts some when in the future but started right away, since I obviously was part of the club already and as such now the clubs own slave. John smiled and nodded, no words needed for that gesture. Then he said that it was late and all were exhausted form the weekend, and since I was to drive back in the next morning it was time to get some rest for me too. With that he got up and told me to follow him, we went to one of the upstairs rooms. That room was well fitted with lots of equipment for plays but it also had a very small cell in one of the corners. He went right for it, unlocked the door and told me to get inside. It is a space about 6 feet long, 4 feet wide and about 6 feet high, no window expect the small look through of the cell door. Inside on the floor an old mattress and an old blanket.

John padlocked my collar to the back wall on to a short chain of about 3 feet length, and then he padlocked my wrists on my back and my ankles together. He wished me a good night and told me that this will be my permanent place from now on for each of my visits, each time I am not on any tasks or duties I would be locked inside here and wait for any or the members to have further use for me. I should get now a good rest, and the next morning before I leave he had a little other surprise for me. With that he closed the door and I head the lock, I was not going anywhere until one of them returned to get me.

I was of course still exhausted for the weekend and it took just a few minutes for me to get comfy enough in my cell to fall asleep. But I am sure I must have had a big smile on my face all through the night.

The next morning I was awaken by the noise of unlocking the door and when it opened had to get used to the bright light at first. John was standing there and unlocked me to get out of my cell. He took me back to his house; I now did not worry at all anymore to be all still rubbered on the streets. At his place we went to his basement again and he unlocked all straps of the harness and then even helped me out of all the rubber I still was wearing, he told me to get a good shower and then he would give me my surprise.

I was curious like hell, so showered rather quickly, just to be out there sooner to see what he had there for me. I toweled quickly too and then went back to john, he smiled, a rather vicious grin, so I assumed something not so good to come. He stood e in the middle of the room, handcuffed my wrists and pulled them up to the ceiling. Then he started jerking my again hard dick, not stopping until he reached his goal, I jerked off gain, and it was a lot again....

That indeed was a nice surprise I thought, but his continued grin told me it was not what he meant. He briefly disappeared behind me and then suddenly I felt something cold around my waist. Looking down I saw him handling a steel chastity belt, which indeed was a surprise, the least I thought about. Rather quick he managed my now soft dick to disappear in the steel tube and with a few clicks the belt was proper locked around my waist. It was one of those heavy Goethals belts, that cover everything, the tubes dick and the balls, and there is absolutely no way to get to it without the keys. He lowered my hands and I had to immediately inspect the belt of course, but there was no go in reaching balls or dick, they were safely trapped now. I looked at john and he just smiled again, telling me that from now on this part was club property as well, and even if I was not able to be here permanent, that part certainly will be out of order at all times I am not here. He then gave me another piece of rubber, it was a thick rubber suit without gloves or socks, a low collar, shorter arms as well, and told me to put it on. A Zip in the crotch are would allow me to use the bathroom, but other than that there was no zip, so I had to get in through the neck opening. He helped me with it, the thickness of it made it more difficult to do it alone. then he told me I was to wear this permanent, so I would have to shower thoroughly every morning to get all dirt and sweat out of it, but with the low collar and the shorter arms it will be no problem to hide it under my street clothes, just shorts or short sleeved shirts would no longer be an option for me.

Then he gave me my own clothes back and told me to dress up. Luckily I had some wider pants with me, so I managed to get dressed and indeed nothing at all showed, not the chastity belt, nor the rubber suit. We then went upstairs and had some breakfast, yet this time nothing was prepared and instead he ordered me to get it ready for us. I gathered that would be part of my new role as the clubs slave, so got on with it right away. Also I was this time not allowed to sit with him at the table; instead he had me sit on the floor for my breakfast and once finished of course clean it all up in the kitchen again. Then he gave me my car keys and said it is time to leave, but not without giving me a small agenda of all upcoming club meetings and events. He said that I should keep it close, since I was not to miss any of them from now on.

With that he let me out the door and I left - another 3 hours drive and I was back home. Of course I got sweaty in the rubber during the ride, so most time the windows were open, also I got horny by the pure feeling of that steel belt locked on me, and so I had to make a few breaks on the way to calm again. Finally arrived home I got myself a coffee, sitting there in the living room, feeling the hard on in his prison. I decided to strip my clothes to be and feel the rubber, it will be a task to keep it wearing permanent, but I doubt I will manage alone to get in and out of it, as thick as the rubber is it wont be easy, so I better not even try.

after I finished the first coffee I took another one and though I check on my email - and the first I saw there was from john, telling me about the next meeting, already in two weeks, and I was to show up at the club Fridays at 19.00 strait, even though the meeting was not before Saturday, but I would be kept in my cell or used differently in the meantime. I checked my agenda and made arrangements to be free that time right away, I am sure I would have again an enjoyable weekend there and was looking forward to the many more to come...

the months passed and I was now almost every second weekend there at the club now, meeting or not, there was always one or more of the members who had use for me and it was convenient to them to just go to my cell and use the slave inside for whatever task they needed done.

One of those weekends when I spend most of my time in the cell, obviously no one had any use for the club slave other than the odd bar duty at Saturday evening, on the Sunday afternoon, it must have been shortly before I anyway should be released for my return home, the door opened and I was taken downstairs into the main area. Almost all of the club members were there and they obviously had some special unannounced meeting, at least I was not aware of it and not used for any duties during it. I was told to kneel in the middle of the room when one of them started talking towards me.

They had seen in the past moth how useful I had become as club slave, also I was obviously eager to be and remain in that position. They were all very happy with my tasks and services and the only back draw was my limited availability, since I could attend only every other weekend usually to my duties as slave (which also included by now sheer presence in my cell for any eventualities)

They said that the all of the members - me as club slave no longer counting as member, but being property of the club - had discussed, voted and decided about my future. The only reason I was not permanently available was my current location and need to work there. In order to change those two factors, they have agreed that the club itself takes care of it from now on. I was to quit my job there, cancel my apartment and move into my cell permanently. The selling of my possessions would cover what is needed and if there is anything left it would be joined to the clubs assets. the club then would take care of my needs in terms of clothing - which was anyway done during each of my stays - but as well care for all bodily, financial and other needs, I would be insures, payments to a pension fond would be taken care of, renting out my labor will create some additional income which would be put into a savings account for my retirement as well. I would no longer be required to perform any other job than what is told or ordered by the club and its members and thus would be able to dedicate my entire time to my status and life as the club-owned property. Contracts will be made to ensure my safety and future, and I would not have to worry about being released at any time and stand empty-handed on the streets.

That was certainly a change I did not expect and would not even have thought of, but listening to it made me feel very good, even happy. I was indeed enjoying each and every time I was here, my part as the clubs property and slave, it has given me not only pleasure at all times, not only given me some very horny times as well, but it made me feel happy, even in the odd times locked in my cell waiting for someone to have use for me. They asked me if I would accept those terms they had decided upon, since it was a major change in my future and they would not enforce that one me, but want me to willingly agree to it. I left only a little pause after that question, too clear was my feeling about that offer, and I them firmly answered with a clear 'yes, Sirs' again and that I would be honored to dedicate my future to be and live as the clubs property and would do my best to have neither of them regret to have made this decision.

Cheering from the members and even a small applause confirmed that they were happy with my decision as well, and then john came towards me, ordering me up from my knees and lead me to the bar, on there I saw a collar about 1,5 inch wide, made of surgical steel, and engraved the words 'property of xxxx' (the name of the club). It was made to fit my neck and after I heard it click into place john told me that it had been specially made for this moment, and specially for this occasion, and that I would not have to worry about leaving it on or taking it off, since it was a non-removable collar, once snapped into the lock it could only be removed by cutting it off, and he said that there is no indication that this is ever going to happen. I felt even happier than the moment before, and told then that I was proud to wear this collar and did not even worry about what people would say when I returned home to cancel all my affairs.

Yet the next surprise was here already. john lead me back to my cell, chained as always inside the cell, and before closing the door he told me I would not have to worry about people at my former home, I would not go back there anymore, as of now I was home already and they would take care of anything else needed. I will have to sign a few documents during the coming week, but for the rest, my new future as the clubs slave was beginning right here and right now. Without waiting for any reaction he closed and locked the cell door and I was left alone in the dark. I had a brief thought, or maybe concern if I was doing the right thing, but it took just a few seconds and I just knew it was right and no concerns were left - instead I cuddled into my old mattress and with a nig smile tried to sleep ... until someone will come and need me for something again .....




PS:
(Anywhere such a club to find ????)