Warning - Jake's story. This is the graphic horrid bit, if you don't think it's for you skip this chapter and pick up the story next chapter when he will be over the worst.

Remember that Jake is soft on the eye and always willing to try to please everyone.

AN: SM owns these characters, I put them through this hell!

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His eyes opened wide in panic, he went to shout out, but remembered just in time the lady of the house giving him the instruction to stay quiet.

A slim weasel looking man appeared in front of him, he was dressed in a red uniform style fitted jacket, black trousers and white shirt. He had a weird looking eyes, scruffy blonde hair and red lips. He smiled at Jake but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Good evening my pet!"

Jake shivered this guy was creepy, not someone he wanted to be calling him his pet! The weasel was studying him up and down whilst the muscles held him tightly.

"Yeah ok we can work with you, I guess, although I have no idea why she choose you"

The weasel reached out and took the envelope containing Jake's contract for the evening, the contract was The Lifestyles agreement documents that laid out what each submissive was happy to experience during the evening or weekend. Opening it he withdraw the sheets of paper "Ah now this makes interesting reading, so many things you mark as hard limits are on our program tonight" and with that he screwed it in a ball and threw it at the bin.

Jake felt his stomach tighten in a very bad way, what was happening here, this felt very wrong. He had not walked into something like this before. Usually these evenings of weekends started with cocktails and chatting, getting to meet people, waiting for available Dom's to make their selection and choosing if you liked the Dom and wanted to play. This really made him feel uneasy.

The weasel turned his back to Jake and lent over the table. Jake took the time to look around the room. They appeared to be in what should have been the staff quarters, there was just a table and a couple of hard chairs, very sparse. Strange for a playroom or dungeon.

"Bring our toy" the weasel said walking to the only other door and opening it. Muscles pushed Jake to follow still bound by his wrists in muscles huge hands. Jake wondered about this guy, he himself worked out and thought he was well built and quite strong, but this guy was something else.

As they entered the next room Jake draw in a deep breath. In the centre of the room was a St Andrews Cross supported in its vertical position. The walls were painted a nasty dark grey and the few high windows had internal bars across them. The floor was wood, scrubbed clean wood.

"Strip off pet" the weasel said, this didn't appear to be a request. Jake was just about to argue when muscles released his wrists grabbed his jacket collar and started to pull it down his shoulders. Jake wriggled which only made it easier for the jacket to slide off.

Am I ok with this? Should I stay RED? Would they take any notice? Have they actually breached any of my limits of play yet? Jake played through the questions in his head. No they hadn't, but he also wasn't sure they were intending to let him leave anyway.

Muscles then reached for the hem of Jakes T Shirt and pulled it up his body, Jake stepped forward out of his reach and held it down! What happened next was so fast Jake was shocked, it was like they expected him to move.

Muscles grabbed him again in a full body hug, lifted him easily forwards to face the wood of the cross. The weasel took first right wrist and stretching it high up the cross pulled it into a harsh metal cuff. He did the same with his left wrist. Muscles still had his body held tightly in a hugging embrace. Jake was breaking out in a panicked sweat. He still hadn't spoken.

When both hands were secured both men stepped around the cross and looked at him with twisted smiles.

"We love a bit of a wrestle" said the weasel.

Taking a deep calming breath Jake opened his mouth for the first time and side "RED!"

The weasel just smiled again, a wide teethy smile that was not a pleasant look. "Oh I don't think so, we don't use words like that here, we plan on making you scream for our pleasure young man"

Jake retched and only just held back being sick all over himself as the cold dread filled him. What had he willingly walked into? Did these people know who he was? What on earth would his parents say if they could see him now? Would he ever be released from here?

Muscles pulled a flick knife out of his pocket and stepped back around the cross.

"No No please, please don't scar me, my looks are my paycheck" Jake begged.

Muscles laughed a loud belly laugh. He took hold of Jake's T Shirt at the back of the neck and with a quick flick cut the fabric from neckline to hem, then neck down the sleeves. Throwing the sorry rags towards the weasel who caught them and chucked them in the bin in the corner.

Muscles then crouched down and took Jakes shoes off, Jake went to lift his leg to kick out but Muscles was too quick and to strong and held his ankle. "Oh no you don't" Still holding the ankle he pulled his leg out to the side and stretched it into the cuff at the end of the wooden cross. Jake could only just reach the floor with his bare toes of that foot and was using his other foot to take his weight until Muscles lifted that one and pulled that to the other cuff.

Now he was balancing on only his extended toes, stretched up high by his wrist, dressed only in his favourite faded jeans over his leather pouch. He did not feel good about this situation or himself. Usually by now on a Friday evening he would be choosing which delicious lady he would agree to sub to if she asked him. But this sort of scene he had no interest in.

Muscles and the Weasel were behind him, he could hear them talking in low whispers. Next thing that happened shook him, his whole backside stung as the cords of what he assumed was a cat lashed across his buttocks, thighs and even his lower back.

"Ahhh" he yelled out not caring anymore about rules.

Another and another lash whipped into his jeans. He thought he was glad they had left them on.

After several more lashes Jake was yelling "no more please, no more"

The weasel appeared in front of him, he snarled up into Jakes face, Jake could smell his bad breath. "Did you say something pretty boy?"

"Please stop" Jake begged.

The weasel laughed and looking over Jake's shoulder said "ten more should get him nicely warmed up" looking back at Jake he said "now the only sound I want yo hear from you is you counting loud and clearly each whip, lose count or make any other noise and we start back at one again. Do you understand? You may answer Yes Sir"

Jake groaned, he couldn't bear one more let alone ten, but did he have a choice? "Yes Sir" he said

"louder" growled the weasel

"Yes Sir"

The weasel nodded and Jake felt the bite of the cords again. He bit down on his lip to stop himself from screaming out.

The weasel glared at him.

"One" muttered Jake

"louder" growled the weasel

"One" shouted Jake, actually it felt good to shout.

The next lash hit behind his knees and they buckled forward with the force, tearing at the skin of his wrists.

"two" he shouted

The next lashed just above his jeans meeting bare skin. Jake almost screamed but "three" he shouted out in pain.

Four, five, six and seven thrashed his thighs and buttocks that were now to sensitive they must be raw. Jake remembered to count each one.

Eight returned to the back of his knees and again he dropped down to hang from his cuffs, his head dropping down in defeat and surrender.

The weasel grabbed his carefully styled hair and pulled his head up until they were inches apart.

"Say thank you Sir" the weasel grinned.

Jake struggled back to consciousness and repeated "Thank you Sir" knowing he was well and truly beaten.

"Two more to go" laughed the weasel but are you with us enough to enjoy them? " let us help you wake up a bit" he grinned. And with his words Jake felt a bucket of ice cold water pour over his shoulders and back, running down to soak his jeans. It offered momentary relief from the stinging pain. Jake was no longer worried about his favourite jeans, he just wanted to get out of here with his skin.

Nine and ten were lashed across his bare, cold wet back and each of the nine thongs tore at his toned skin.

His head hung down as he hoped that they had finished at ten.

"This one if for trying to kick me" chuckled muscles. And so another painful strike lashed across his shoulders.

Not needing to count Jake screamed out.

Then everything went quiet, Jake hung in pain for what seemed like forever.

Suddenly he felt metal slicing dangerously close to the skin of his legs as his jeans were cut off of him. Followed by his thong.

He didn't care that they were his favourites any more, he just held onto the desire to see his parents again, eat his mums cooking, even to giggle with Zafrina or share pizza at Sam's place.

The weasel pulled his head up by his hair, "time for a little play time before the show" he laughed. Say "Thank you sir"

"Thank you sir" Jake said defeat emanate in his voice.

Weasel let his head drop back down and moved behind him, Jake could only see the wood of the cross with his chest scratched and raw from being pounded against the rough wood pushing up against the offending wood for support. He glanced up he couldn't see his hands but they felt cold and numb.

Suddenly he felt something cold and wet being smoothed over the skin of his buttocks, he thought for a minute that they were treating the whipped skin. But as the large hand stroked more his brain locked into where it was heading, he started to thrash about as much as he could. Having learnt his lesson about talking and not wanting to be whipped naked he bite down on his lip to stop himself from speaking.

A second pair of hands joined the first, one holding him still the other making it's way to his anus. The wet finger thrust inside him. "oh good not an anal virgin then" said weasel "we can have some fun here later"

Jake suddenly heard a female voice from the doorway "James Mistress is requesting that the show start in 15minutes"

"ok little one" the weasel replied.

The finger was withdrawn and the two hands reached around to grab hold of Jakes penis. With a couple of wet slides up and down his length a tight steel ring was pushed roughly down its length. He had worn stretchy rubber ones before for pleasure but not heavy steel.

Then he realised there was more to it than a cock ring, as he felt the steel bar attached to it press his scrotum up hard to his body, separating between his balls. Then he felt the steel pressing against his anus as it slide into him. Holding it firmly in place. This did not feel good, the pressure inside him, the pull on his cock, it all felt uncomfortable, but not too bad considering the sting of his skin and the pain in his toes, legs, shoulders and arms.

Suddenly he was being released from the cuffs "playtime my pretty boy" said the weasel "now don't let me down boy. Or you will back here for fifty more lashes and probably be found floating in the river later" Jake shook. The weasel grabbed his hair and jerked his head up to look in his face "you may speak to thank me"

"Thank you Sir" Jake said.

As muscles let go of him suddenly, Jake dropped to his hands and knees, his body not willing to support him.

"Perfect, perfect. I am aware you have sub training so you will remember to crawl or kneel in submissive pose all evening when in the Mistresses presence. Do you understand? You may answer."

"Yes Sir" Jake replied.

"Your hand's should either be flat on the floor or clasped behind your back. Is that clear. You may answer"

"Yes Sir" Jake replied again.

A leather collar was tightened around Jake's neck and a leash attached.

"Heel" said the weasel and walked towards the open door pulling on the leash, giving Jake no choice but to crawl after him. They turned down a stone corridor and up a small flight of stone stairs that were so narrow that Jake had trouble balancing on his knees on them.

At the top weasel waited outside a heavy wooden door and knocked briskly.

"Ah showtime ladies and gentlemen" Jake heard a high pitched tinkling ladies voice of the woman he assumed was Mistress, the voice nagged at the back of his memory.

The door swung open and Jake was pulled into the room on his hands and knees.

Jake couldn't see much of the room with his head down. The floor was carpeted in dark red which he was thankful of on his sore hands and knees. It was a large room with what appeared to be many sofa's surrounding the walls, each sofa was occupied by one or two well dressed people with expensive tastes in cloths Jake surmised from the shoes he could see. Beside each expensive pair of shoes knelt a naked body, he guessed these were the subs.

"Ah lovely, my new slave" said the mistress "after a wore my last one out I hope this one is stronger" the gathering giggled in a mixture of men and ladies chuckles.

"parade him for us to see" mistress said.

The weasel pulled Jake around the large room, Jake crawled on his hands and knees, his head lowered, his eyes seeing nothing but the bare knees of others kneeling beside where he crawled.

"Do I see marks on his shoulders James?" Mistress asked

The weasel stopped short, "Eh maybe just a couple Mistress, we had a bit of trouble with him!"

"Let go of his leash and come here James" she growled menacingly.

Jake felt the leash drop to the floor and watched the weasels feet walk away from him.

"You are well aware that I do not expect you to damage or mark anything that belongs to me whilst preparing the entertainment are you not James?" she questioned.

"Yes Mistress" came James' reply.

"Stand" Jake hadn't realised but the weasel must have knelt in front of mistress.

With a giggle she said "strip"

Jake heard a quick intake of breath from the weasel who he now knew to be James. And murmurs from some of those seated around them. He heard fabric and buttons as James removed his clothing.

"All of it James". "Yes mistress" "Good now kneel over there, I will take over with my pet now"

Her bright red high heels arrived in front of Jakes face. "kneel up and present yourself for inspection pet" she said.

Jake carefully widened his knees placed his toes together, then raised his torso up to hover over his feet, clasped his hands behind his back and straightened his elbows thrusting his chest forward. He was glad he had got his wax treatment earlier at least he could feel good about his body naked in front of these people. He kept his head bowed, the collar around his neck tight enough to tension in.

"Beautiful my pet, beautiful. But then you know that already, you don't need me to tell you that do you. You may answer"

"no mistress" Jake answered hoping that was the correct answer.

"I hear you have been playing at being submissive with some of our friends. Isn't that right Sue?" she asked

Jake heard the voice of one of the older women he had had a couple of scenes with at a play party six months or so ago answer yes.

"Sue Thank you so much for suggesting that I might want to take over his training"

"As it happens when I heard about your desire to submit, I had to help out, you see this time we meet our roles are reversed. I am the one calling the shots, I am the one in control and you are the one who will lose your livelihood and perhaps your life if YOU don't please ME" her voice had risen alarmingly and she nearly shouted the last words.

In Jake's mind he fished about for who owned this voice, he went to raise his head to look but she quickly shoved it down with her hand. "I haven't permitted you to look at me" She growled.

She seamed to stand perhaps calming herself for what felt like an age.

"Right now my pet you will have your work cut out tonight, many of my friends have requested to see you pleasure their subs. So to get some practice in you will start with my slave girl."

Mistress picked up the leash and pulled Jake to the middle of the room where the floor was covered in a plastic covered mattress. She guided him between the naked spread legs of a girl laying on it.

"Use only your tongue to pleasure her." She instructed and pushed his head forward on to the girls pelvis. She grabbed his clasped hands behind his back, tied a strap or belt or something firmly around his wrists and then guided his face into the girls folds.

Jake realised he had no choice in the matter, so licked and sucked, gently biting down on the soft skin as he sucked it into his mouth. He was experienced at giving pleasure with his mouth and tongue, although he would usually use a finger inside them to bring them off sooner. Not having this as an option he had to work harder, also where his head was, was out of his control, mistress often pulling his hands up or down to change the position.

Soon the girl began to wriggle and Jake could feel her skin quivering and her muscles trying to tense around his tongue. "Mistress if it pleases you I would like to come" the quiet girl's voice from earlier asked. Suddenly he was being pulled upright by his hands.

"NO you may not" shouted mistress.

Jake knelt with the girls juices running down his chin and looked at her body spread before him, she was probably around twenty, blonde and petite, with a nice figure, he bust pushing up from her chest, her nipples both pierced. Jake felt himself get just a little aroused and then he felt the steel band cut in just a bit as he did. He was feeling less scared and a little bit proud of himself that she had reached her pitch so quickly"

"Up! go kneel by James!" the girl scrambled to obey.

"Sue your right to choose next I believe was our bargain"

"I myself have experienced his tongue, I believe I would like my sub to enjoy it tonight, Seth present yourself for pleasuring"

What? No way! Jakes head shot up to look as a young man crawled forward and laid on his back with his bare legs either side of Jakes thighs. Before he had time to consider if there was a way out of this his head was pushed down as mistress again took hold of his bound wrists and guided his face to lick the young mans balls. Jake fought back his aversion to this and set his mind to achieve his mistresses desire to pleasure the man quickly. He nibbled, sucked and licked the scrotum and the base of the penis, feeling the skin tense and prickly below his tongue. Then his hands were pulled as his head was moved to the tip of the penis. He licked and sucked the head, trying to put himself inside the mind of the man laying below him, thinking about what it felt like and what he would want to feel next. The penis stuck strongly up from his belly and as Jake opened his mouth to lick again, his mistress pushed hard and Jake was plunged down onto it. It thrust into the back of his throat. He fought down a gag and tried to breath through his nose.

Mistress started to pull and push him up and down. She worked them both, Jake's mouth ached and he silently begged the man to give in and ask to come, guessing mistress would not allow it for him either. The lads hips bucked a couple of times and I hear Sue say "permission granted Seth" Mistress pushes down hard on Jake's head as Seth pumps his semen into his mouth. Mistress carries on pushing down hard forcing the head of Seth's penis down Jake's throat and the semen with it. Jake is forced to swallow it all down. Seconds pass, Jake feels light headed through lack of oxygen and the then she pulls his hair up releasing Seth.

"You may return to your Mistress Seth" Mistress says.

Mistress pulls on Jake's arms "Stand up my pet" Still her voice grates on Jake's memory, he can't place her. Perhaps he has scened with her before, surely not he would remember her vicious nature.

Standing on shaky legs, Jake keeps his head bowed and admires the steel ring, he feels the pull of the steel around his nearly erect penis, the erection is pulling on the bar and applying pressure inside his anus. In a more pleasant setting he thinks it could be quite a turn on to wear this.

"Turn and look at me my pet" Jake raises his eyes and looks into the eyes of a woman perhaps ten years his senior, so not old, her make up is heavy, her black Basque is pushing up her breasts, the red thong, black stockings and red high heels show off her shapely legs. Had he dated her? Was she at a party maybe? She is watching his eyes, waiting for what?

"You don't even remember me! You chewed me up, ruined my life, lost me my job and you don't even remember me!" She snarls.

"James here! Lay down face up on the mattress." James obeyed her instructions although he didn't look impressed.

Mistress grabbed Jakes hair and dragged him up James' body, she positioned his ankles either side of James' head. She untied his hands.

"Place your hands on either side of his hips" She instructed. Reluctantly Jake complied.

She then pushed down on Jakes shoulders so his elbows bent to the mattress, his legs still almost straight meaning his arse was high in the air. "Now suck James until he is hard" she instructed. Jake was not impressed, but figured he had no choice.

He started to work James over with his tongue and mouth, whilst trying to place the woman in his memories.

Her hand then pulled at the steel ring, pulling and shifting its position around him, the end moving around in his anus. Then she pushed his buttocks down so he was sitting over James' face. "You have disappointed me James, so now lick, make him nice and wet"

Jake felt James' tongue around his scrotum and anus, pulling the steel with his teeth.

Jake blocked the sensations and concentrated on the memories he could drag up, suddenly he placed her voice and the red hair. Oh help, he would be lucky if he got out of here whole.