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24 Hours

   As I entered the lobby of the Social Club, I tried to stop the shaking
that I knew everyone else could see.  Even though I had made the
arrangements weeks ago, and knew this was what I wanted, I almost turned
around and walked out.  This was crazy!  And yet, I knew this was something
I had to do.  Taking a deep breath, I walked to the front desk.

   "Yes, sir, we have your room reserved.  Here's your packet." With that,
the man at the front desk handed me a large manila envelope.  I took it and
sat down in a chair facing a wall, trying to hide the erection that was
already starting to appear.  Inside the envelope was a letter.  I held it
steady in both hands as I read:

   "As you have requested, we have prepared your fantasy.  For the next 24
hours, you will be a completely submissive sexual slave.  During this time,
you will remain naked and blindfolded.  You will never see or hear those
who use you, nor will you speak to them, unless it is to speak your
safeword, which is 'Camelot'.  If you speak it, the fantasy will end
immediately.  Below is a list of agreed-upon limits.  By signing this paper
and returning it to the desk clerk, you will begin your experience.  From
the moment you return this to the clerk, you will be the slave of this
Club. You will not speak again until the 24 hours is up.  Enjoy your
fantasy."

   Seeing the words in print somehow calmed me.  This was, after all, what
I had wanted and sought out: complete domination by a group of men for a 24
hour period.  They would remain completely anonymous; there would be no
hint of emotional attachment.  I would be their slave, they would use me
and torment me for their pleasure.  I had told the Club director in great
detail the types of things I would like to have happen.  Nevertheless, I
knew that, once I signed this paper, they would do to me as they wished. 
My hand was surprisingly calm as I signed the paper.

   I stood up, surreptitiously adjusting my pants to try to conceal my
erection, and walked back to the front desk.  I gave the clerk my consent
form and waited.  Instinctively, I kept my gaze on the desk.  He laid a key
with a room number on it and pointed toward the elevator.  I picked up the
key and made my way to the elevator.  My adventure had begun.

   As I strode through the lobby, I noticed that all I could see were men,
some in suits, some in swim suits, some in athletic gear.  Well, of course!
I told myself.  What did you expect to find in a gay social club, a bunch
of women?  As I entered the elevator, I reflected on that.  I am certainly
not gay, and my bi-curiosity has been exclusively centered around bondage
and domination.  For a second, I panicked.  What am I doing here?  What
have I gotten myself into?  Wait....you've gotten yourself into exactly
what you want.  Remember why you insisted on being blindfolded the entire
time?  You want this to be anonymous; you want the men to be nameless,
faceless, simply sexual masters who will treat you, not as a lover or even
a man, but simply as a toy to be used for their own pleasure.

   I wasn't sure what to expect when I opened the door to the room; a
dungeon, perhaps.  What greeted my eyes was a normal budget hotel room.  It
was a bit spartan, with a bed, the standard desk and chairs and clothes
rack.  On the vanity, I saw a bag with a note attached to it.  I removed
the note and read it.

   "You will follow these instructions exactly as they are written:
1.Remove all your clothes and hang them on the rack.  DO THIS NOW."

   I didn't need the caps to know what to do.  I put the note down and
began removing my clothes, first making sure the door was locked and
chained.  When I finished undressing, I wasn't sure what to do with my
glasses, so I took them off and placed them on the vanity.  The room was
cool; the air conditioner was on, and it chilled my naked body.  However, I
dared not turn it down.  I returned to the note:

   "2.  Open the bag and remove the items inside it."

   Within the bag were two unopened boxes containing enemas and what looked
like an adjustable sleep mask.

   "3.  Administer the enemas.  Hold each one in as long as you can (a
minimum of five minutes) before expelling it.  Do not touch your crotch
area during this time, nor at any other time during your period of
slavery."

   My penis twitched when I read that last word.  I saw a drop of precum
appear, but could do nothing about it, but let it drip slowly down my
shaft, teasing me.  I opened the first enema and positioned myself on the
floor as best I could.  I laid on my back and raised my legs, hooking my
feet under the vanity to raise my buttocks in the air.  There was a brief
moment of discomfort as the tip of the bottle entered me, but it was soon
in me.  As I squeezed the bottle and forced the liquid in me, more precum
came out and dripped.  Some of it landed near my lips.  I licked it up,
savoring its flavor and knowing that, for the next 24 hours, that fluid
would be my only food.

   Without my watch, I lost track of the time.  There was no clock radio in
the room, so I had no choice but to hold the enema in until I started
having mild cramps.  I then evacuated the liquid and repeated the process.
As I passed the vanity mirror, I observed that I was no longer looking up,
but staring down at my now-throbbing penis.  I was already in slave mode.

   "4.  Unlock the door and open it.  Turn the deadbolt and let the door
close.  Turn off the lights, except for the light in the bathroom."

   Of course, I knew that, with the deadbolt turned, the door would be
open. Anyone could walk in on me.  Being in the dark would make me doubly
vulnerable.  As I opened the door, I looked quickly to see who was in the
corridor.  No one was.  I walked back to the vanity in darkness and held
the note next to the bathroom to read it.  "5.  Take a shower.  You will
find a loofah in the shower stall.  Use it to scrub your body thoroughly,
paying special attention to your crotch area.  Do not touch yourself
without the loofah, and do not, under any circumstances, ejaculate.  When
you have completed your shower, dry yourself, put on the blindfold.  Walk
into the main room, spread your legs, lock your hands behind your head and
wait."

   As I stood in the shower, I tried to listen for any activity in the
other room.  The sound of the water in the small bathroom completely
frustrated my efforts.  As I scrubbed myself with the loofah, I luxuriated
in the roughness against my skin, until I got to my crotch.  I quickly
found that my sensitive head was cruelly treated by the loofah.  That
sensation almost sent me over the top; I had to stop and start taking
square roots in my head to gain control.

   As I dried myself, I found I shivering with much more than the breeze
from the air conditioner.  I folded the towel carefully and put it on the
rod, delaying the moment when I would put on the blindfold and truly become
a helpless slave.  As I picked it up, I stared at my hands and saw my rings
were still on.  With a barely suppressed gasp, I took them off and, having
nowhere else to put them, placed them in the soap holder in the shower,
hoping they would be there when I finished my ordeal.  Taking a deep
breath, I put on the blindfold and adjusted it so it was snug over my eyes.
With more difficulty than I had expected, I made my way into the main room.
Was that a rustling of cloth?  I couldn't tell if it was the fan from the
air conditioner, someone in the room, or my own imagination.  The darkness
was all I knew.  I spread my legs, placed my hands behind my head, and
waited....

   I nearly jumped when I felt the hands grasp my arms.  I know I jerked;
it took all my self-control not to cry out.  Then, two more hands, tracing
my body, squeezing here, pinching there.  I stood there, starting to shiver
with excitement.  I felt detached from the world; my universe had shrunk to
my body and the disembodied hands (how many were there?) stroking and
exploring me.

   At some point, I felt something soft being wrapped around my neck.  What
have I gotten myself into?  Are they going to strangle me?  But I heard the
unmistakable sound of velcro and realized I had just been collared.  At the
same time, I felt cuffs being buckled around my wrists and ankles.  The
smell of leather excited me even more, but not as much as the cold metal
that suddenly surrounded the base of my penis.  As my scrotum was pulled
through an opening, I realized that my neck was not the only thing being
collared.  The cock harness was tightened until I started to throb.  It
would be a constant reminder that my penis was no longer mine.

   Then, nothing...all hands left me and I was once again alone in the
darkness, a collared slave awaiting his fate.  My hearing was becoming more
acute: I heard a click like a gun shot, followed by the voice of the Club
director.

   "Listen carefully to the instructions on this tape.  They will not be
repeated.  Any violation of the rules will be dealt with immediately.  You
are now our collared slave.  For the next 24 hours, you are ours to do with
as we please.  We shall take much pleasure from you.  You may enjoy some of
the things we do to do, or you may not.  It does not matter to us; why
should it?  You are our slave.

   "Rest assured that we treat our slaves well.  You will not be physically
harmed, nor will your health or safety be endangered.  Any marks you
receive will be gone within 4 hours of the time you leave our
establishment. Remember your safe word, 'Camelot.' Use it only if you are
in distress.  Once uttered, it cannot be rescinded.  Otherwise, we expect
to hear no words from you, only the occasional cry of pain or pleasure.

   "You are at the complete disposal of anyone who comes across you during
this time.  As I give you these instructions, you will have an opportunity
to demonstrate your understanding of them.  Do so immediately.  When you
feel hands on both shoulders, you will immediately go to your knees."

   I felt the gentle pressure of hands on my shoulders and I moved to my
knees, somewhat gingerly given the position of my hands and feet.  The
spread position caused me to go to the floor with my knees spread.  I kept
my back straight, but bowed my head.  After a slight pause, the voice
continued.

   "When you feel a cock touch your face, you will open your mouth and
receive it.  Once inserted, you will close your lips around it and wait."

   Something warm and round touched my forehead.  I raised my head and
opened my mouth, which was filled with a penis.  I was thankful that it was
not too thick or long.  I closed my lips on it, filling a drop of precum on
my tongue.

   "You will do nothing unless you feel a hand on the back of your head. 
As long as the hand is there, you will caress and worship the cock with
your mouth.  You may move your head, but you may not let the cock leave
your mouth.  You will not allow your teeth to cause it any pain.  If you
do, you will be punished, like this."

   Suddenly, sharp pain shot through me as someone twisted my nipples hard.
My lips were over my teeth, so when I squeezed my mouth with the pain, it
only seemed to bring pleasure to the owner of the cock in my mouth....no,
to one of my masters.  At that moment, I knew that the cock was as much my
master as the person to whom it was attached.

   Thankfully, the pinching subsided after a few seconds, replaced by a
hand on the back of my head.  My tongue explored the full length of the
shaft within me, feeling the veins, enjoying the warmth and darting up to
lick the drops of salty fluid dripping from the head.  My world had shrunk
again: nothing existed but my master filling my mouth, giving me the
pleasure of serving him.  I started a low hum...this was what I
wanted...this was my fantasty...this was....

   Gone.  My mouth was suddenly empty and the voice returned.

   "You will be given many nonverbal cues for your behavior.  We expect you
to understand and respond appropriately.  Enjoy your stay with us.  We
shall certainly enjoy you."

   Another click, then silence.  A moment to absorb it all, then a hand on
my arm, lifting me up.  I stood and felt another hand on my back, guiding
me forward.  I walked until my arm was squeezed.  My hands were brought
together behind my back.  I heard a softer click as the wrist cuffs were
locked together.  Then, a hand on the back of my neck pushed my head down
until I encountered a familiar shape.  I opened my mouth and took it,
trying to figure out if it was the same one I had previously savored.  I
waited, not moving, my face nestled in the hair of a master's crotch, my
legs spread and my buttocks sticking up invitingly.

   A light smack on my buttocks, and I involuntarily went on tiptoe.  I
quickly returned to the flats of my feet, but not soon enough.  That was
evident by the next smack, a strong blow that brought tears to my eyes and
pushed my head further into my master's lap.  I struggled not to gag as his
cock slid further into my mouth.  Mercifully, that was my only punishment.
The spanking continued, but more lightly.  I could feel my cheeks beginning
to grow warm.  I wondered if the lights were on and my master could see how
red they were becoming.

   After several minutes of this, a moment of relief.  I could taste the
saltiness of my master's precum, but was doing my best not to move my head,
allowing myself only an occasional soft movement of my tongue on his shaft
when I swallowed.  In the distance, I could heard the snap of a latex
glove...

   ...Followed by a cold, wet feeling on my anus.  A gloved finger, coated
with lube, was working its way into my anus.  I relaxed as best I could to
allow it easier access.  The digit slid in and out a few times, shortly
replaced by something larger at the entrance to my ass.  My first thought
was that he was taking me, but the intruder felt too cold.  As it slid
slowly into me, stretching me, I realized it was a dildo....but wait, that
sudden collapse of my anus around it meant...not a dildo, but a butt plug.

   It filled me nicely, but only for a moment.  I felt it being pulled out
slowly.  I groaned as it stretched me anew on the way out...almost all the
way out.  A lingering moment, and then it returned inside me, a little bit
faster this time.  My rectum was being alternately stretched and pulled,
warming up as the lubed plug rubbed against me.  Once again, it was almost
pulled out, only to be pushed back in.  Again and again....I was being
taken, but with a plug.  The narrow base and fat middle was stretching me
more effectively and more painfully than any dildo.  There was a continual
stretching and shrinking that was at once painful and erotic.

   I was becoming quite excited by this and welcomed the hand on the back
of my head that allowed me to adore and caress the master in my mouth.  In
the darkness, my anus had becoming a center of pleasure and pain, my mouth
worshipping its occupant, drinking in the precious drops of liquid
pleasure, my tongue running over the shaft, taking in its shape and
textures, waiting for the moment when I knew he would reward me with his
essence....

   ...But that moment did not come.  With a final push, the plug was firmly
implanted in me, just as my mouth was once again empty and alone.  I
swallowed a gurgle of anguish as my frustrated mouth lamented its loss.  As
I was raised, I felt the stickiness on my stomach from the flood of precum
I was oozing.  My master (it mattered not who; they were all simply my
master) dried my cock off roughly with a towel and placed a leather loop
around it.  He brought it up to where it was just under my head and
tightened it.  I felt a sharp pull and followed, being led on a leash like
the slave I was.  It was appropriate that I was being led by my cock to my
full ordeal.  The tugging on it and the dull throbbing in my ass reminded
me that they were no longer mine: they existed only for the pleasure of my
masters.

   I was led out of the room and down the hall.  A hand on my elbow kept me
going in the right direction; the occasional tug on the leash kept me
moving at the right speed.  A door opened to my right and I was turned into
that room.  The hand on my elbow squeezed, and I stopped walking.  I felt a
shoe tapping on my ankle, and I spread my legs.  As my hands were freed, I
heard two clicks below and realized my ankle cuffs had been secured.  My
arms were raised and, with two more clicks, secured so that I was in a
standing spread eagle.  My master removed the leash and ran a finger up the
shaft of my cock, squeezing out even more precum, which he fed me.  I
licked on his fingers greedily, savoring the taste of my own fluids and
sighing contentedly, until he removed his fingers....

   ....and I felt the sting across my buttocks from what I recognized as a
flogger.  I jumped as much as I could, considering my restraints.  The
stroke was not hard, just unexpected.  More followed, starting softly and
slowly building in intensity.  Without thinking, I started to count them to
myself.  I was disappointed when they stopped at ten.  My disappointment
changed when I felt a hand pulling on my scrotum, followed by a stinging
sensation that remained.  My master was putting clips of some kind on my
scrotum.  One, two, three.....ten, and then, nothing.  I frowned for a
second: why so few?

   And was answered by the flogger, which delivered another ten strokes to
my buttocks, this time a little harder.  Again the hand on my scrotum and
another 10 clips.  Ten more strokes, and I started to breathe heavily. 
This time, the hand grabbed my penis and I sucked in my breath as the next
ten went on my shaft.  As the flogger struck again, this time moving down
to my inner thighs, I gasped with each stroke.  My crotch was starting to
catch fire with the sensations.  The next ten clips started with five on my
perineum, then five on the head of my cock.  I groaned aloud with the pain
and groaned even more when the flogger connected with my thighs and
buttocks.  This time, the strength of the stroke caused me to rock forward.
I let out a cry as the clips began swaying, pulling on the sensitive skin
to which they were connected.

   Following that set of lashes, I felt hands caressing, then squeezing, my
nipples.  Cold metal pressed against them and was followed by an intense,
sharp pain as nipple clamps were tightened on me.  I could feel a chain
joining them, dangling against my chest as another 10 lashes were
delivered. I felt my shoulders pull as I started to sag down, beginning to
enter that special haze I identified as subspace.  I stood there for a few
moments, swaying and feeling the pain connecting my nipples with my crotch.
Each movement brought a new pain, sharp and intense.  The coolness of the
air conditioning was a marked contrast to the heat emanating from my
backside.

   My arms suddenly fell to my side.  A pair of hands grabbed my shoulders
to keep them steady as my ankles were also freed from their restraints, but
not from the cuffs.  I was led forward.  Each step was painful; I had to
walk with my legs spread because of the clips.  Each step caused them to
move, bringing about more pain.  My shins felt the edge of a bed and I
stopped.  Once again, a hand on the back of my neck bent me over.  My
crotch was being forced onto the bed.  The additional weight of my body
pushed the clips even more cruelly into my crotch.  I would have cried out,
but my lips brushed against a waiting master, who must have been sitting on
the bed.  I opened my mouth, took him inside and waited.  Instinctively, I
drew my lips over my teeth to protect him.

   Behind me, a master took my buttocks in both hands and began to move
them back and forth.  Had I not been gagged by my master's cock, I would
have screamed as the clips started to slip off me due to the motion.  After
a few seconds of excruciating pain, he lifted my buttocks and swept the
loose clips off the bed.  Many had fallen off, but many remained.  I was
breathing quite heavily now and struggling to swallow.

   A sudden stretching in my anus followed by a burst of pain let me know
that the plug had just been pulled out.  The feeling of emptiness was
short-lived.  I felt something cold begin to enter me.  My first thought
was that my master was using a dildo on me; however, as the fullness grew,
he leaned forward on me and I realized that the coldness was the lube with
which he had coated his condom-clad cock.  The moment he started
penetrating me, I felt a hand on my head and began to lick the head of the
master in my mouth.  My hands were extended above my head and secured to
what I gathered was the bed post.  They were spread with a master seated
between them, the one I was tasting now.

   I felt the master fully penetrate my anus, his scrotum resting against
my cheeks.  He pulled almost completely out, then drove into me, driving me
down onto the bed and causing my crotch to explode in agony.  Out and in,
out and in, out and in....I pressed down on the cock in my mouth, using it
to stifle my screams...a mistake, as the master in front of me, noticing I
had stopped licking him, pulled the chain connecting my nipple clamps. 
That brought me back to him, and I redoubled my efforts, bobbing my head up
and down over his shaft, taking just his head in my mouth and running my
tongue around it, sucking out his precum like a nursing baby.

   The master at the rear suddenly rammed deep into me and, from the
sensations that filled my anus, I knew he had come.  After leaning against
me a moment, he withdrew from my battered anus.  He lifted me up and swept
aside the clips that had fallen off.  There were still more hanging on.  I
felt another cold entrance, this one bigger.  Another master was taking me.
As he was still working his way in, the master in the front pushed his cock
into my mouth and, for the first time in my stay here, I tasted my master's
semen.  Most of it went straight to my throat.  I swallowed the rest as he
finished his orgasm.  He slid out from under me, but was replaced by
another master, who entered my mouth.

   By now, I was almost floating out of body.  Pleasure, pain and fluids
became my only existence.  I was truly an instrument being played by my
masters.  At some point, I began screaming incoherently, whether from pain,
pleasure or both I don't know.  Still, my masters continued to fill me, the
pain continued to grow.  I started to hyperventilate; my senses were
overloading.  And then.....emptiness and withdrawal.  I gave out one last
cry as the nipple clamps were removed and then collapsed, gasping and
sobbing.  I was untied, turned over and retied spread eagle.  And then,
throbbing, stinging and burning, I fell asleep.  

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