The Red Barn
The owner, and the creator of the original concept of, the place, Max Shilling, sat in the bar area of the barn and they shared drinks. The concept of the Red Barn was rather simplistic, but it did not seem so back when the guy first conceived the ideal of it, was in the process of remodeling the barn and seeing to all the details. It was located south of the city of Chicago, just far enough away to begin to get rural but not so far that people would not make the trip. Max Shilling was a big and burly biker type, but he as also extremely intelligent and his tastes went towards the exotic. He had inherited the land from a family member where the Red Barn was located. In the mostly unseen world, if you discounted some exotic clubs and what was all over the internet, the owner had conceived an ideal. Himself being a very dominant master, wo was middle aged and liked young men in their twenties. As he sat sharing his drink with his client, Skip Rollins, underneath the table, one such young man was in under the there following his master’s orders.
The bartender, a 24-year-old, who was about to finish his Master’s in architecture name was Henry Thornton. He had been a member of the Red Barn’s staff since he had been 18 and was now just kept around the bar. He was paid well, but the owner had taken a liking to him. The budding architect was plus this one liked a good stuffing from time to time. and had learned he liked the lifestyle offered by being a submissive, or as some preferred the term slave. When he had brought their drinks to the table he had waited quietly for his next order.
The big, burly man was happy to oblige and simply said, “Now under the table and suck me dry, nice and slow.”
The smaller red headed guy replied, “Yes, master.”
He obediently climbed under the table and Max, had unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and gotten all his 6” and thick cock free, for the young ginger to work with. He got in under the table and got into the best position and began to suck on the bigger man’s cock slowly and skillfully. Anyone observing him would have known he had done it a few times and had some skills. The owner took a pull from his drink of Jack and coke and leaned back to relax and enjoy it a little as they waited.
A few details about the Red Barn and its policies, and they were ironclad. No one under the age of 18 was permitted in any parts of it period. Most would see a place or think of a concept like this and automatically believe it was disparity ridden. The staff were all, mentally- ill, or drug addicts, or were being human-trafficked, or forced in any other way to be a member of this organization. This was simply not true, as Max Shilling might be many things, he was not that. He had simply put two and two together and was making a tremendous amount of money simply by facilitating and providing a service to its clientele. The fact was, there was a portion of the population, whether they identified themselves as gay, bisexual, bicurious, even sometimes straight; also had another little twist to go along with that. They were all into BDSM, or master/slave things that happened in the bedroom and here it was all male to male. To prove he was not forcing anyone to join in his venture, he currently had a waiting list of over 100 applicants who were practically begging him to give them a tryout so they could become staff here. The people that worked for him, let most of the clients do some rough things with them; They enjoyed that just as much as the money, which was significant.
“Oh, that feels great cocksucker, that is a good pace you have going just stay with it.”
The smaller guy under the table kept right on sucking his thick cock, taking it all down and going at a slower pace. He skillfully used his tongue to snake it around and up and down the sides of the owner’s cock.
The proprietor of the Red Barn, looked over at his client and this was a difficult situation, to put it mildly.
The nicely dressed client, kind of averagely built in many ways, but deceptively strong, it was also easy to say he was quite handsome. Perfect tan skin, dark, brown eyes, bushy eyebrows plus he was toned and in good shape. As he had been an employee here till just recently, he sported a beautiful 8” cock that was fun to get your hands on. Was 21-year-old named, Skip Rollins, and as problematic because of why he was here and, had kind of hit the jackpot last year. One of the older clients, early sixties, had taken a nice liking to Skip and his great looks the second he saw him. There was money that one would notice that would cost you for a weekend, with one the Red Barn’s employees. If you were serious, leases were available for certain employees for three months, six months and a year. A year-long lease on one of the Red Barn’s employees, might possibly register in some way on the financial markets, it was not cheap.
The gentleman in his early sixties, had done just that, after a few tryouts, he had leased Skip for one year. The rest if a tale as old as time, the guy had more money than he had sense. He had no family still living, and quickly became attached to the young man. He went from being his master to wanting to be his partner then it got even goofier. The two had gotten married, and about a month back, the poor customer had collapsed in the kitchen of his and Skip’s home and passed away with what the fancy medical community liked to identify as a massive myocardial infarction, in other words he had a heart attack. There had been no kind of prenuptial agreements or family to challenge the will. Which just happened to mean that a 19-year-old had inherited over 76.2 million dollars in liquid assets. Who knew how much he was now worth, if you added in the houses, boats, cars and all the other stuff.
It had not been two weeks after the death, Skip had applied for a status membership to the Red Barn. Again, the owner, was not a fool, a 19-year-old kicking that kind of cash around, went to the top of the list. Now though, Max, felt almost well, a bit guilty for what was, about to happen. One of his best, an athletic brown haired, who had nothing about him that, if one liked that sort of thing, that would not be pleasing to look at, touch, or cum on. His name was William Conrad, he was considered a top tiered slave. He had just entered the bar and was heading in their direction.
Big Max was looking extremely happy, as he felt each surge of his orgasm and his dick pumped the bartender’s mouth full of it. He did not have to look down to ensure the slave was swallowing like a good bitch. He always did, and without being ordered, would work thoroughly to suck, and lick the big buy completely clean. When he was done, he took a towel out of his apron and gently dried the master off. He tilted his head down and Max, tapped him on the crown of the head as a sign of domination and that he had done a good job. He crawled out and headed out the bar to do some more work. The owner put his dick away and zipped back up, that had felt so nice. When you have made someone suck your dick almost constantly, they had sort of like a tactile memory thing happen. The owner of the Red Barn, bet he could get in a line with 100 other guys, have the hot bartender blindfolded and have him go down the line putting each hard dick in his mouth. He would recognize the big biker’s dick, the second he put it in his mouth. To the satisfied big guy, that was dominance and ownership, to complement the bartender’s almost perfect submissiveness to him.
William Conrad came up to the table, eyeing Skip Rollins suspiciously but followed protocol anyway. When he arrived at the table he kneeled onto his knees before the masters, and he could still see them over the top of the table.
His voice was very elegant and pleasant, “Please, forgive me for making you wait…masters.” It was hard for him to acknowledge the young client seated at the table, as their history was not great. I am had a Calculus test at school, and it was a whopper.”
Skip grinned and reached over and gently grabbed the kneeling slaves left wrist, just to see, and his discipline held. William did not care much for this guy; they had clashed from the very beginning over various things. To make a long story short; This too was a tale as old as time, Skip Rollins, was sort of a tsunami of idiosyncrasies that William Conrad was not exactly drawn to. To begin with, he was a switch, but just played the nice bottom boy act so he could get in here and use his good looks to make himself a great deal of money. There are people that discuss this in several different ways, but the new master, had he not been gay would have been viewed by most as being metrosexual. There was no clear definition of how these lines began to blur for some people. He was very neat and tidy, talked with a kind of accent and vocabulary that would hint he was that way. He was soft spoken, and always flirtatious to the point of an Alien Face-Hugger. The easiest way that, William, down on his knees currently would put it; was that Skip would be one of those guys that would drink a can of Budweiser and stick his pinky out every time he took a drink from it.
To William there was not a single thing wrong with this in any way. His tastes, whenever that ever got to matter, is that the way he felt; he was a pure, 100% testosterone driven man. He was in really good shape and had sort of a preference for the big strong guys that could bend you into a pretzel. He knew the rules, and the agreement though, stuff like this was commonplace. Not easy to take, but he would, hell he might even like it.
Still gently holding, the kneeling slave’s wrist, he said, “I hope you did well on the exam, even a cum bucket like you needs a good job.” This sent an almost electric thrill running down Skip’s spinal column, as he had never got to talk to William that way before.
The fact that Skip Rollins was not currently being body slammed through a table was a testament to just how disciplined William really was. He steeled himself and held his place as the one holding his wrist had taken his thumb and began to massage the back of his hand with it.
He quietly said, “Thank you master, I studied really hard for it.”
Max quietly watched the banter between the two like it was a grudge match at Wimbledon. He knew this had to be hard for the young man down on his knees at their table, but he also knew that young man was what he was. At the end of the day, this was a very simple decision-making matrix for him, it was about the money. He liked William, good earner, but fuck him; besides he liked it when people did that to him anyway. He took the official, one year lease contract and laid it up on the table in front of William’s face. There was no legal authority behind it, he had just printed it out on a laser printer. It was much more about being symbolic and being submissive enough to agree to such a thing. If he did not bend to the agreement, it was a free country, but he would no longer be able to be a part of the Red Barn.
He just went for the jugular, “Master Rollins, has purchased your contract for one year starting as soon as you sign that. He has already paid, so sign it and go and do your job. You will receive your normal weekly salary, and he has agreed to pay for your schooling during that time.”
William looked slowly from master Max, back to master Skip, who now had the biggest shit eating grin on his face that he had ever seen. He also had intensified his rubbing on the back of the slave’s hand and, despite the dislike he had of this situation. Having someone want to use you so badly they would pay that kind of money and then blatantly sit there grinning at you with the contract in front of you; it was an involuntary process for him, he reached over with his free hand and neatly signed his name on the line, that had been cleverly marked as, ‘Slave’, with an under scored line for him to sign.
As soon as he was finished, Max grabbed up the document, gave Skip a copy and departed by saying to William, “If you want to contract again with me, you may do so once that year is up.”
As per protocol, the kneeling William got up and went and got directly on his knees in front of Max and bowed his head. He got his requisite taps on the head and Jim walked away to talk with some other customers that had come in. William got up and went and got on his knees beside his new master.
Skip reached down and beginning from the front, slowly ran is fingers through William’s nicely styled hair. That feeling was like tiny zaps because he had always wanted to do that. The slave remained still and let his new master poke and prod and run his hands around all over him. His new master was breathing faster as he was doing this.
He asked William, “Who do you belong to and will obey whatever they ask you to do?”
The slave looked up into his eyes and replied, “I belong to and obey you master.”
The new master reached down and clicked a pair of handcuffs onto his new slave’s wrists. He put a bag on the table he had brought with him and took out a couple of items. The first was one of those chainmail looking choker collars, that locked when it was snapped together. He thought, that will be great to grab from most angles when he was making this bitch worship his cock or take it up the ass. It was already tight, so a little bit of pressure would go a long way. It had a small pendant with that looked decorative but if you clicked it open it said, “Skip’s Meat.”
With the way that his new master talked, he was very bossy, but it was in low tones, as if he were patiently talking to a dog.
“Get on your feet right in front of me and pull your shorts and your underwear down to your knees. Place your handcuffed hands behind your neck and keep them there.”
William got to his feet and could not help his eyes from noticing many people were watching as he did as he was told.
He stood up and pulled down his pants first and then his underwear, all the way to his knees. A very nice 7” cut cock sprang out but the unwanted attention had made it go flaccid.
Skip slowly wrapped his right hand around it and grinned up at him. “What is that? I think it is William Conrad’s pretty cock in my hand, which he would never share with me. Now, I own him, and since it is attached, that’s mine too.” Now, he raised his voice a bit, “master’s if I may, if anyone wants to get a picture or just see, I am going to put this slave’s pretty cock into my mouth for the very first time.”
Several cell phones and even a couple of iPads appeared as these people taped everything. William looked around at all the voyeurs and thought about an article he had read online the other day. The city of London in the UK is touted as supposedly being one of the heaviest concentrations of cameras all over the place in the world. He bet this place would leave the UK sitting at the starting line. Furthermore, he bet that these camera lenses had recorded stuff that mankind was just never meant to see. That was when he felt his master’s hot mouth wrap around the head of his dick and started sucking on it hard. He could not suppress a slight moan and was hard as a rock after just a few passes.
His master looked up at him and his eyes were smiling, and he really went at it for a couple of minutes then just stopped. His slave was a little unsteady as he pulled away and stood up, he was a couple of inches shorter than his slave. He reached down and grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them most of the way up but left his dick hanging out. He grabbed his bag and led his new slave to one of the private rooms, by said dick. They got back in the room, and it was set up to be used for BDSM purposes. So, there were tools and instruments that were accessible everywhere. In one corner was a bed that had pulley type contraptions at all four corners. Skip took William over to a pole that had several ring type locks that one could snap together and pull the key out and that was that.
“Get on your knees,” he sounded like a person who had just gotten their favorite birthday present of all time.
“Yes, master.”
When he got down, Skip grabbed his cuffs, put the chain part of them in a circle and pulled the key out. He laid it out of his reach and waked back and undid his pants, snaked them and his underwear down. His response to William was a solidly hard six and a half inches that was quite thick as well. He put it right against his slave lips and pressed it inside of his mouth. It took a moment, but he managed to get it all in and back out a few times.
He managed, “Suck that dick like the bitch that you are. Do it now.”
“Yes, master”, It was already sliding deeper into his mouth and was thick and was smooth sliding across his tongue as it went deeper and deeper. It got to the back of his throat and his master grabbed his head and held it tightly. He started to get to the girthy part going down in the throat, so Skip had to slow down a little. Slowly, but steadily, it was going balls deep.
The master looked smug as he watched his dick disappear deeper and deeper into his slave’s throat. He got it all the way down in there finally and just kept it there to let it stretch a bit. Damn, it felt wonderful to him, he had wanted control of this person that was now completely deepthroating him from the first time he had seen him.
He let a tiny bit of his spit, run out of the end of his lips onto his slave’s face. “Well bitch, how the tables have turned? So, you were what? Too good for me, or perhaps I had certain deficiencies that prevented every advance I made to be thrown back in my face. For 365 days, that changes and all the things I am going to do to you over that time. Oh, just because I sucked your dick first was to show you I could, but from here on you will be doing most of that. You will only get what I give you when I decide to do it. With the way you have treated me, I should use you every day possible, in every way imaginable and keep you locked in a cock cage the whole time. A full year of learning to service me without any chance of getting release yourself?”
All William could do was stare up into his eyes, and he saw the epitome of arrogance, entitlement, superiority; the slave knew he would be pushed to his limits this year. He hoped that keeping him in a chastity cage for a solid year was bravado.
He had been ordered so he intensified his particular magic; relaxed his throat and began to suck that big thick cock. He started sucking his new master’s big dick. He must have been doing a good job or his master was just burning up because of the situation. It took just a few more minutes of this:
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good and swallow every bit of it, show me what a good bitch you can be.”
The slave had around three quarters of his mouth full of his master’s fat cock, and it was spurting cum like crazy into the back of his mouth. He began gulping the liquid down and it took a little effort. It did not help that Skip had reached down and had put a thumb between the collar and his slave’s neck and pulled it back just a little. It was not painful, or stop him from breathing, it just made it bit harder to swallow the somewhat dense liquid down. He just watched the eyes on his master’s face go from one of sheer ecstasy for several moments and he finally withdrew his softening cock from his slave’s mouth.
He said, “Tilt your head in obedience to me.”
William obediently tilted his head down and his master took his semi-hard cock and tapped him a couple of times on the head with it. This was something that seemed to be big here at the barn, that William did not experience much elsewhere. He was usually booked by phone in the city, he didn’t know that he had been bought like some kind of commodity and traded to someone he had spurned. He suspected it would get rough for a while, and the little guy that just dumped in his mouth would love every minute of it. Hell, he probably would too.
His master went and got something else out of his bag and pulled an extendable water hose out of the wall and then stood above his slave grinning again. Below him, Matthew exactly where he needed to be in this exchange. The one handcuffed to a pole on his knees, below him, sporting a solid hardon.
Skip took the hose, which had refrigerated water hooked to it, and began to liberally spray his slave’s cock and balls down and did not worry about getting his clothes wet. Everyone that worked here was smart enough to keep a spare change of clothes in the locker area. The cold-water shocked William a bit and he tried to reflexively move from it, but his maneuverability was limited. His master just grinned as he continued till, he got the effect he wanted; a wet and somewhat humiliated slave and the hardon had magically vanished. Master then took the chastity belt, which was a higher quality one then quickly and efficiently had his slave nice and packaged up.
Skip turned to leave and said, “Sit here and think about how that tasted, as you will be swallowing more than your fair share of it. I am going to go and shoot some pool and have a couple of beers. In a bit, I will let you shower, change into your alternate clothes, and take you to your new dungeon, my home. We will explore things you cannot even imagine.“ He left the room with a huge grin on that face. After all this time, he finally got his hands on him, and he willingly signed the contract.
