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 st...