Unbroken

Unbroken (A Razor's Edge BDSM Erotica Short)
Kira Stone
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Copyright ©2023 Kira Stone

Master’s motorcycle sprayed loose gravel across the drive as we turned into the parking lot of his favorite gay bar, simply named The Place. I never quite understood how what went on inside could go unnoticed by local residents, especially the police. There was so much more to it than the name implied.

“Off,” Master ordered and I quickly dismounted and stood behind him.

He took off his helmet, letting his short salt and pepper hair free. It only took a few seconds to ruffle it into place. My own brown hair was longer and required a comb to brush out the tangles from the road.

“Leash,” came the next command.

He handed me a light chain, which I connected to the loop on my collar. My collar had been formed from a single piece of metal specifically shaped to my neck, with a heavy duty link at the front for chains and anything else Master desired. It was a gift from Master at the beginning of our third year together, inscribed with the date he collared me and his initials. Only Master himself meant more to me than the symbolism of that collar.

The leash ensured that I followed him -- as if I would do anything else without his direct order -- as he approached the door of the double wide trailer. Well, the structure had started out life as a double wide. More than a few modifications had been made over the years to become what it was today: The Place.

Walking at his left side, a pace behind, I kept my eyes on his back. The familiar vision of black leather, even in the dark of night, comforted me. Although we’d been here many times before, tonight I needed that comfort. Something in the air just didn’t feel right.

We walked inside and those who knew my Master called out greetings or at least grunted in welcome. I expected to be led to the bar where I would kneel at his feet while he drank whatever he fancied. Instead, Master guided me to a series of metal loops anchored to a reinforced wall.

Several other slaves were chained up to either side of me. The ones to my right were owned by other Masters and these slaves had special rights. A charm specific to some kind of BDSM exclusive group dangled from their collar to indicate their higher position. Part of me longed for such a charm to let others know Master had chosen a good slave. However, it wasn’t my decision to make, nor did I know what had to be done to earn one.

Another set of metal loops hung at the other end of the wall, mostly filled with a wide variety of submissives, from bears to twinks. These men belonged to The Place, to be used by whoever wanted them. Not all of them were eager to serve, but they had little choice in the matter. However they’d gotten here, this was now their life.

Master connected my leash to one of the owned loops. “Kneel and grasp the ring with both hands. You will remain in this position until you are released.”

I expected him to walk away then, but Master looked me over with a critical expression. He had chosen my clothes, so he couldn’t be displeased by the black leather outfit that fit me like a second skin, ending with a pair of biker boots that buckled up the side. He nodded, as if he’d considered something and decided on a positive answer. “Stay, Mine. You know the rules.”

Then he did something he so rarely did in public. He leaned down and kissed me hard, possessively. An action that took me by surprise and nearly stopped my heart. My cock swelled with the love I felt for Master. To feel his control, his ownership, his mastery over me, this is what I existed for.

Before I could respond to his kiss properly, he’d pulled back. His brown eyes bored into mine. “Remember the rules,” he reminded me again. Then he walked over to a group of his buddies, disappearing into the circle of men at the bar, leaving me a bit stunned and confused.

Remember the rules.