The long Journey: Chapter 7

In the third week reading the roster one morning I noticed with shock that I was no longer cooking the meals. It turned out I was to be the boss’s batman for the day. “Come in, bolt the door and remove all your clothes,” he instructed. He was sitting in a computer chair in the middle of the room, wearing a pair of leather jeans, a white tee-shirt and black army boots. “You may have noticed that each of you in turn is being assigned to me as batman. That gives me an opportunity to assess your willingness and obedience first hand. Judging from your interview notes I should have no trouble with you at all. Now clean my boots.” I looked around for cleaning kit. “No. With your tongue and look keen about it.” Needless to say, I did it lovingly, even though I wasn’t into Tom of Finland types and hardly knew the boss. I was just getting bored with this when he lifted his feet and put them down pressing my head to the floor. “Now turn on your back as I want to see you kiss those soles.” While doing this he started to talk about himself, what he did, what he liked. I was lying on my back on the floor with my head towards him until he lifted his feet, wheeled the chair nearer and laid his boots on my belly and crossed them. “Now I need to know how keen you are to continue here. Kneel in the corner, facing me.” He pulled me forward and bound my wrists together. Then he threaded a chain through the tag on my collar and hoisted me none too gently to a clip on the wall that kept me from sitting on my haunches. “You are scum because you accept all these indignities, even welcome them. It is hilarious really, but I have to say, it does excite me, especially a specimen like you, whether you like it or not.” He sat back on the chair that he had wheeled up and rested his boots on my thighs. “Now, what are you willing to do to get through to the final weeks of this training course?” “Whatever you say, boss.” “Not good enough. Give me details of what you are willing to do – it will excite me, you know.” He had already released his flies to give his swelling cock more room. That put me in a spot. I didn’t want to offer more than necessary to succeed so I began gently. “I could clean your room every day, Boss.” A guffaw of laughter followed. “You’ll have to do better than that.” With that he spat a stream of saliva into my face and slapped it both directions. I thought fast. “Is there anything in particular that would give you pleasure, Boss?” He thought a moment and replied: “I envy you your neat body (that from a Tom of Finland type!) I would like to be able to wake up in the morning and see your tortured body writhing in the corner. Only if it is voluntary, mind.” I agreed and he released me. “First you must clean my room and make my bed. Leave your clothes on the chair. When you have finished do your ablutions then stand in the corner facing inwards, hands behind back and wait for my return.” With that he left, closing the door behind him. When he returned I had to kneel in the corner facing outwards. He put a cushion under my knees, clipped my wrists and collar to sockets in the wall. Next he attached a weight to my bollocks and lowered it gently. It stopped an inch from the floor. “Your tits have had treatment in the past, I see, so I’ll start with quite a heavy weight.” He attached it with clips to both tits and gently let it hang. No problem so far and my cock began to rise. He attached pegs to various parts of my body including my tongue. “I will of course from time to time move things around, don’t want any damage do we! Now I don’t want you looking at me so you’ll have to have a blindfold.” Once he had secured that he went out again, leaving the door open to all and sundry this time.

After an age he came back and adjusted the weights and clips. “OK, are we?” I nodded. Then I heard him getting into bed. By now the clips had been biting and I felt really uncomfortable; however I did manage to rest my body sideways against the wall and even dozed off. Next thing I knew his alarm went off. I reverted to an upright position and started writhing and whimpering gently as an outward expression of my suffering. He came over and watched. I didn’t know if he was wanking. Then he made me clench a rubber bone while he removed all the hardware, massaging the spots where the clips were. That was agony and I was pleased to have something to bite on. “You’d better use my bathroom; don’t want anyone seeing the red marks, do we?”

The time passed quickly with activities such as abseiling, potholing, trekking (with wonderful views of the Brecon Beacons and sunsets) making this a truly memorable experience. The evening before three weeks was up the Boss appeared at dinner. “Now I want you to know it has been a pleasure having you all here; you’ve been great. But those of you who continue here can expect a rougher ride, certainly to have to do things you don’t want to do, all in the interests of exploring the nature of your being. If anyone here has decided that it isn’t for them there’s no shame. Just let me know before bed and I’ll ensure your name is not put forward. For those leaving, the van will depart at 8.30h. You will receive your tickets, £10 in cash and the key to your locker at Paddington. Leave here in just the track suit and trainers you arrived in. The numbers of those remaining here will be posted by the morning on the duty rota. You may talk freely between yourselves until lights out.”