Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2011 02:02:14 -0700 From: MACK Wayne Subject: Slave Master Tempter Ch 1 Disclaimer: All rights reserved. No part of the story can be reproduced in any form without the express permission of the author, MACK Wayne. Slave Master Tempter Ch 1 - Irresistible Temptation Jake stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to undress - loving as usual what was being revealed in the glass. Why wouldn't his host want to see "the whole package?" as he'd put it. Jake was never surprised when he got attention. He was proud of his physical appearance. He'd worked it hard for years both as a carpenter and at the gym. As he watched himself in the mirrors he reflected on his introduction earlier that evening to the man who had enticed him to come here. "Hi," the voice said, from about shoulder height and next to Jake on his right. "You don't seem to know anyone here. Are you from out of town?" The voice wasn't particularly appealing nor was anything else about the man, but the words he spoke were as if they'd been written just to attain Jake's attention. For an hour or more Jake had been moving about the popular dimly lit lower west side bar, looking for a masochist to help quell his sadistic appetites. As usual he had a chorus of onlookers and admirers - some hot and some not, but nothing had struck his fancy as yet. Apart from tweaking a few nipples and filling a few beer bottles with his piss for his supplicants to drink, nothing had clicked. "I've been watching you for a while," came the voice from Jake's right side. "You're causing quite a stir here ya know." Jake's reply was not unfriendly but matter-of-fact, "Oh, really?" The ice was broken, and the banter was on. His solicitor's hand was extended and accompanied by a name, "Max." "Jake," came Jake's response with a firm handshake. "I guess you're used to that?" "Used to what?" "Used to turning a place on its edge when you walk in." "Well ah-h-h-h," "Never mind. No false modesty. You know you're one of the hottest men here and that most of these guys are fantasizing about you right now - don't you?" "Well ah-h-h-h," Jake chuckled. "That's what I thought there, pal." Max patted Jake warmly on the right upper back very unobtrusively. Max was a master of gaining a mark's confidence in an unthreatening and friendly way. Even his body language was studied and consciously aimed at putting one at ease. He gave Jake his space and faced him enough to show interest, but not enough to require Jake's full attention. He said things to encourage Jake to go on observing the crowd just as he had been, and wove his web. "You seem more serious minded than most of the guys in here." "That's for sure!" came Jake's reply, "Ninety-five percent are usually into costuming and posing and games." Jake had been into S&M for years and was increasingly frustrated by not finding guys heavy enough into servicing and slaving - too many restrictions and conditions and limits, - too many love struck little girls, as he put it. He lived and worked in Pennsylvania about three hours from the city and would come into New York every once in a while looking for someone to use for his pleasure. He had a great place in the country where he dreamed of having a slave, but whenever he tried it, it just didn't work out. Max pressed all the right buttons and asked the right questions to get Jake to talk about his frustrations with so-called slaves. In the loudness of the bar they spoke into each other's ears. Max would listen intently, think for a while and then plant another statement or suggestion for Jake to contemplate. He was designing the conversation and leading Jake exactly in the direction he wanted. He encouraged Jake to be totally frank and made him feel completely at ease about doing so. A pat on the back or a joke injected at the right moment, and Jake was eating out of the hand of his cunning friend. He was a pawn in Max's skillfully played game of cat and mouse, and he didn't even know it. He heard things like, "Take more control," and, "Slaves shouldn't be allowed any choices at all," and, "You should pick one out you like and just take it." and, "Slaves are like dogs, they should serve the same functions as pets," and, "You should have the real thing." Max told Jake that reality based needs should be accompanied by reality-based actions. Jake was felling the urge to piss again and he began to excuse himself. Fearing loosing him at this point Max chugged the last of his drink and let Jake see him looking at his empty glass. It worked. Jake volunteered, "Want me to bring you back another drink?" "Sure! Ok," Came the quick reply. As Jake strolled away, Max watched the hot man's ass and his mind drifted to a vision of it back at his place. Jake was gone a while and Max was getting nervous that he may have run into someone he knew. The plan he had in mind was perfect without Jake knowing anyone there. It might have to be aborted if he did. Finally Jake came sauntering sexily up with drinks in hand. "One for you and one for me," he said, confidently - almost with conceit in his tone - and held his out for a clank. "To satisfaction," Came Maxs toast. "Yea, and to those real slaves you've been talking about. Those human dogs!" His words were enthusiastic but spoken into Max's ear for private consumption. Max had to find out what had taken so long and was almost afraid to. "So, run into friends?" The answer came mercifully, "No. I really don't know many people in the city. I'm kind of a loner." Max fought to keep his relief from being noticeable. He sipped his drink and casually nodded in the affirmative. Jake said there were lines for the pisser and for the drinks. It was clear the men were on the same wavelength - the one chosen and being designed by Max. The mousetrap was being set and Max was itchy to let Jake smell the cheese. And finally the opportune moment came as if wrapped in pretty paper with a bow on it. It was in the form of a question asked by Jake, "So how do you know so much about all this stuff?" Max smiled and asked, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes," Jake said, and Max got very serious. "To say any more I would need to trust you completely and I would need your absolute confidence. You could say nothing to anyone." He was sucking Jake in hook, line, and sinker. "Confidence," was something he was adroit at gaining, and its benefit would be one sided - not something shared, as confidences are commonly perceived. "Sure man. I've told you things I don't usually tell. You can trust me." It was critical that his little secret was enticing enough to make Jake want to go with him to see. It was a tricky game Max was playing. He was pretty sure of himself, but he decided he would hedge his bet a little further. Another drink for Jake, with a spike of something to remove inhibitions was in order. He decided he would bate him with enough to keep him in place, and then go for the drinks himself. "How much would you like to see one of those real human dogs?" Jake's eyes lit up, "How man?" "Well there may be a way, but I have to think about it. I just have to be really sure about you." Jake was stammering, trying to put his words of sincerest desire and unwavering avowal together as Max spoke. "Listen. You wait here. It's my turn. I have to go piss, and I'll bring us back another drink. You won't leave this spot will you? You know, it may take a while," "I won't move!. I promise! I'd kill to see a real -" Max cut him off by pulling his ear away. "You must say nothing about this - about me - to anyone! Agreed?" "Agreed!" came the enthusiastic reply. Max spoke over his shoulder as he departed, "I'll be back." "I'll be here." was what he heard, as he began the trek through the crowd - now with assurance he had accomplished - keeping Jake's focus and attention. Max took his time. Jake's anticipation was hard to contain as he sipped the last of his drink, thinking about somehow seeing a real human dog - a real slave. Max held the open capsule between his fingers and covertly emptied it into Jake's glass as he picked up the drinks off the bar stirring it with his finger as he shuffled thru the crowd. He reached his mark - literally - and handed Jake his, "relaxation aid," so-to-speak. He asked if Jake was ok and then told him he still hadn't pissed. He excused himself again knowing Jake would drink faster if he wasn't there and he wanted the drug to start taking effect. When Max returned, Jake was waiting anxiously and hadn't moved an inch, which Max rewarded with his approval. "Well. I'm impressed. I think you really would like to see one of those things we were talking about." Max had a sense Jake was ready. "Knock that back and lets get 64t of here. and had finished his spiked drink before his announcement. He leaned up to Jake's ear and said, "I have one at home right now in a cell. Wanna see it?" "Absolutely!" was Jake's enthusiastic and definitive reply. "Will you comply with my measures of security?" "No problem Max!" "Then knock the rest of that back & let's go. I presume you drove right?" "Right," Jake said, chugging the rest of the critical enhanced drink - as "suggested." "Ok, you go get your car and pick me up at the automated teller around the corner. I need to get some money." Jake agreed, "Not a word to anyone right?" A final admonition before Max let Jake walk out the door alone. Jake concurred. Jake walked the five or six blocks to his car thinking all the way about his luck in running into Max, and visions of shackled slave boys danced in his head. He got in his car and drove to the prescribed meeting place three blocks on the other side of the bar. At first he didn't see Max at the teller, but when he pulled up, he saw that Max was standing in the shadows. He reached over and opened the door for Max. Max got in and they were off. Through the light early AM traffic they drove. Jake listening and Max directing, "Left here - right at the next corner - head for the bridge - that's right - no this way - now stay on this for a while," As they cruised Max spoke, "You know Jake, this is what you should do too. Your needs aren't being met, your slaves set limits, you're disappointed in their lack of real service right?" Jake agreed with his new friend and confidant, "So you should just take something you like and make it do what you want. I picked this one up hitch hiking, zapped him from behind with a stun gun when he looked out the window to see what I was drawing his attention to - then hit him with a hypo in the neck. When he came to he was in a cell at my place. He's a real beauty. He's Italian-Irish - five-nine, 165#, all muscle, deep set green eyes with thick eyebrows, tattoos, wavy dark hair, nice little mustache -" Max paused in his description and Jake spoke up, "Sounds great. How old is he?" "Twenty-four. From everything you've told me about what you like, you'll love him." Directions and discussion continued, some of Jake's questions being allowed and others not. Max reinforced the effect of the drug now in Jake by making suggestions as to being completely at ease. He told him to feel free to answer anything with complete candor - that he wanted to have a truly trusting relationship between them. The drug did not impair driving ability - just made the mind more suggestible, at ease, and supple. Jake wouldn't be stopping to think about the fact that the conversation was being manipulated so that he was doing all the trusting and revealing while Max was only telling him enough to elicit more information. Jake was laid comfortably open like a book, and Max was skillfully extracting the data he wanted. The ride took about forty-five minutes. Jake thought they were in Queens, but he didn't know for sure, when he was directed to turn into a dark & ominous alley. "Ok. We're here. Just pull to the end and I'll open the door with my little remote here. These things are great aren't they?" Max took out a little key chain sized affair with two buttons on it. He aimed it ahead at the large steel roll up door in front of them and up it went. "Not the greatest neighborhood," Max said, "But your car will be safe in here." Jake drove inside and the heavy door closed with a firm thud behind them. Jake was instructed to pull around to the right and up a ramp. "God damn, this place is huge man." Jake was genuinely surprised at the size of the space inside. "Yea, I converted an old Taxi garage." "You mean this is all yours?" "Yeah, this and the building next to it. I found a good way to augment my investment income. I'll tell you about it later. "Sure, Max - sounds great. You must know what you're doin' to have a set up like this man." Max knew what he was doing all right, and Jake didn't have a clue. More to cum Comments welcome: The man behind the words - MY website