300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best

Part 2 - Not For Me

After two blocks, the man spoke, "My name is Ben, and you are...?"  His voice was even and smooth, I got the impression that it would take a lot to shake this guy up.

"Steve,"  I replied trying to match his even tone.

"Steve, I am planning a party, would you be interested?"

I continued to try to match him and his business like attitude, "Sure, how many are we talking?  Just you?  Or your wife too?"

"I'm not married Steve, and there will be more than me, how does three hundred for the night sound to you?"

I got excited, three hundred would take me two or more weeks on the street.  "For three hundred, you could have me the whole next day."

"That won't be necessary, I will have you back to your lamp post before the sun rises."  With that he reaches in to his suite, and pulls out one bill handing it to me.  I could see the image of Benjamin Franklin on it.  I slipped it into my pants, and slid next to Ben, reaching down onto his crotch.

Ben pushed my hand away, and said, "There will be plenty of time to show your gratitude later, as I said, I am throwing a party, and I would like you to be to be the party decoration. You will be naked before the guests arrive, with your cuffed wrists secured over your head.  There is to be a gag in your mouth, and a cock ring around your balls and cock."  The man delivered these strange demands, without a break in his voice, or taking his eyes from the road.  The car slowed and pulled to the curb.  The man turned to me for the first time and addressed me directly, "Steve, you may leave if this offer is not appealing to you, you may keep the hundred dollars, and we can call this a night, or you can keep the hundred, and receive another two hundred when I take you back to the spot where you climbed into my car.  What will it be?"

"Three hundred?  You will pay me three hundred dollars to be a cuffed decoration at your party?"

"That's right."  Said Ben, without a smirk or hesitation.

"And all I have to do is stand there?"

"Oh, no Steve, you will do more than stand there, or I should say, you will have more done to you than just standing there.  Though I assure you, no harm will come to you."

I sat there for a long time, looking into the bright intelligent eyes of the man who just offered me more money than I could hope to make in a single trick.  With a small quiver in my voice that embarrassed me, I said, "I'm all yours."

"At least for tonight," said Ben, as he turned back to the wheel, pulling away from the curb.

It wasn't long before we reached the large house where the party was to be held.  More a mansion than a house, with bright lights, and large windows lighting the front drive to near daylight.  I stepped from the car, and was surprised by all the sounds.  Water sprinklers and lawn equipment running as if it were day time, I could not see the gardeners, they were beyond the light of the windows, but they could be heard, and I was sure they could see me.  My host walked up to me grasping my elbow, steering me up to the front door.  I could see that this house was large from the outside, but it yet looked even bigger on the inside.  I was steered to a large room off to the right from the entrance, well made leather sofas and easy chairs gave way to a bar with matching stools before it.

"You may freshen up in the guest bath.  You will find towels and a shower, please avail yourself of the facilities.  When you are finished, please be sure to leave the clothes in the burrow drawer, you will find what is agreed upon in there."  With that, my new host left the room, closing the door behind him.