Rory tried to hide his excitement. He didn’t want to announce just how green he was to the workings of this world. And yet his excitement was apparent. In his slightly tense stance, rubbing his knuckles against the pool table. And in his unflinching stare toward the large double doors on the other side of the parlor. “Very soon those doors will swing open,” he thought, “and a line of perfectly handsome, obedient men will file in.” The companions. Property of the Club and its members.
Rory had been told not to ask questions about their histories. They were here now in service to the wealthy clientele of the Club. And that’s all that mattered. Rory still wasn’t clear exactly what that meant though. And the possibilities both terrified and excited him.
“Had they come willingly into this life as basically sex slaves? Or had it been less... voluntary? Did they need to be kept in line? And if so, how? Were they aware of their lives and purpose or had some kind of modifications been done to do away with such concerns?”
He knew he should probably be thinking more about what he would use them for tonight. He was here to have fun after all. To literally join the Club. The party seemed relaxed enough. But he didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment of not being able to handle sex slaves with decorum. He already felt at a slight social disadvantage after all. Not only was he new to the Club, but his membership had been taken care of by a friend.
Old Richard was a well to do man he had made friends with while bartending in the village. Richard had taken a shine to him, and over their regular chats at the bar he had slowly revealed some of the high society naughtiness he was involved in. Rory choked on the reveal and his interest was apparent immediately. Richard laughed and told him he’d arrange the opportunity for Rory to take part. And before long, Rory had found himself here tonight. In his best suit, waiting with the other Club members for the night’s festivities.
Unfortunately for Rory his excitement had blinded him to the obvious. Richard’s generosity.. being told not to ask questions about where the slaves came from... the fact that the other men in the parlor avoided looking him in the eye... and of course, the two muscle bound men coming up behind him with rope and a needle of sedative.
He’d soon find answers to all the questions he had been chewing on and more. Where the slaves were kept, how they were processed and primped for service. What methods were used to keep the boys compliant. But all that would come after his initiation.
Bound in a sling, ritually gang banged by all the men present. First up would be Richard. It was Club tradition that he who lures the quarry gets the first fuck. And nothing got Richard hotter than seeing the sad, scared, pleading eyes of one of his catches bound and exposed.
