(4) Saturday. Gentlemen's games.

Listening to: Nightclubbing - Iggy Pop - 1977

We walked for fifteen minutes through alleys full of drunks and tourists, but no one seemed surprised by our group: The three masters in front, dragging the three little whores/bitches by their leashes. I was extremely uncomfortable, my caged cock hurt and the panties chafed my groin and balls, making each step unbearable. Finally we arrived at the entrance of the bar. A discreet metal plaque announced: "Dick's - PRIVATE CLUB". Don Carlos rang the doorbell and a bouncer who looked like a gorilla opened the gate. The masters showed their membership cards and we were allowed to enter.

We found ourselves in a room that resembled a gym locker room (there were benches, lockers, but also a reception desk), well-lit with white LED spotlights. The masters went to the counter, where a handsome gym guy was serving. At one point, he provided them with three baskets with the necessary equipment. Don Carlos dragged me to a corner, sat on a bench, and started explaining to me.

-"Here you are going to be little bitches. At no time can you stop being on all fours, unless I myself - and only me - order you. You have slippers for your feet, leather mittens for your hands, and knee pads to avoid injury. You will also wear this device inserted in your ass. It's a dildo ending in a dog tail, but it's also an electric device with a remote control."

I looked scared. -"Don't be scared, sweetheart, it's just a vibrator, it doesn't shock you. We will let you loose around the place, so you can take a walk and we can talk about our things. But you will come to find us quickly as soon as you feel the device vibrating. All masters circulating in the club can touch you, even give you a spanking on the ass, but nothing else. Similarly, you will be very careful not to pay the slightest attention to any other male. You are only mine, although on occasion I may lend you out, like I did before with Roberto."

Having said that, he proceeded to undress me completely, leaving me only with the collar and the cage, and to put on the necessary equipment. The dildo hurt a little when it entered through the sphincter, but I was getting used to it when Don Carlos tested it. -"Ouch!" -I complained. -"It's like I'm being fucked by a train!". -"Don't be a whiner, baby, you'll see how you'll enjoy it!" It was true, my cock was growing, struggling to break free from its plastic wrapper and reminding me once again that for me there would be no pleasure without pain. -"Everything is in order!" -Don Carlos said, and he quickly undressed himself as well, stored my clothes and his in a locker, and took out his outfit: a black leather harness with studs, a whip, and high leather boots, also black. He put on a matching cockring on his penis. -"Come on, baby, put them on for me." I bent down to his feet, which I kissed with affection, and struggled with the gloves and my teeth to put on the boots and close their straps. Meanwhile, my owner entertained himself by giving me little whip taps on the buttocks.

-"If you're ready, we can go inside" - said Don Roberto a little annoyed. The others had been waiting for a while, ready for action. -"Don't be angry, man, think that my bitch is a newbie and everything needs to be explained... and we're ready." The receptionist pressed a button and a metal door at the back of the dressing room opened. It led to a hallway lit with a few reddish light bulbs. We entered single file, each bitch on all fours preceded by its master, who urged it with the whip. On either side of the hallway, rooms opened behind curtains, even darker, although some could be guessed as inhabited by the sound of conversations or moans. Finally, we entered one of these rooms, reserved for our owners.

In one corner, a floor lamp with a red shade timidly illuminated. In the center of the room, a table for drinks, surrounded by three comfortable leather armchairs. On the three free walls, there were Japanese futon-style beds.

Don Andrés pressed a button on the wall and a minute later, a young and handsome waiter, fully dressed, appeared. The masters ordered ice-cold beers and "the dog watering hole". Then, they took possession of their armchairs and we sat on the floor, at the feet of our masters. They removed the leashes, leaving the collar on. Don Carlos explained to me -"The red collar means you have an owner, no one will mess with you."

The waiter returned with the order on a cart. He served the beer bottles in large glasses and placed some appetizers in the center of the table. Then he placed a dog drinking bowl next to each bitch. -"That's all, Paquito, we'll let you know if we want anything else." -said Don Andrés, who must have had confidence in Paquito. -"Are you thirsty, bitches?" -"Yesss!!" we three answered in unison.

Then Don Andrés lifted Xumina's water bowl, brought it to his penis, and urinated abundantly into the bowl. He offered it to his little bitch, who wagged her tail in gratitude and began to drink with licks. Don Roberto did the same with Conchita. Finally, Don Carlos urinated a strong stream into my bowl and placed it in front of me with a smile: -"Drink it all, sweetheart!!"

It really disgusted me, but I didn't want to disappoint my master, drinking his pee was another way to show him my dedication and gratitude for being so patient and understanding with a complete novice. So I stuck out my tongue and buried my head in the bowl, slurping as best as I could that yellowish liquid. It tasted strong, like ammonia and spices. Like my master. And my master rewarded me with a loving pinch on the nape.

I felt so good!