I've always tried to look confident, self assured, masculine, and in charge but internally I've had a desire to submit for years. It all started when I was twenty, in college, and curious, and discovered kink. I remember finding a video of a man suspended by ropes and being tormented by a room of horny houseguests, and wishing I could be in his position. To give up control and put my pain and pleasure into the hands of another.
This was seven years ago and I've still kept it a secret. In every relationship I've always presented as the top, the dominant one, the breadwinner, the one who "wears the pants" in the relationship. Until last week when I discovered a local Bootcamp program that promises to take young submissive men and train them to be the perfect slaves. It is a month-long fulltime commitment and I've realized that if I am to truly go down this path, I want to dive in wholeheartedly.
I arrived at bootcamp twenty minutes ago with three other men. We had some preliminary paperwork outlining our previous sexual experience, our interests and limits, and what we want out of the program. Now we are sitting in the room, waiting for our "initiation."
The program brings in up to four men every week, and it is a month long program, meaning that there is a cycle of people entering and leaving at any given time. I was warned that some are unable to complete the program as it is quite intense. I could hear moaning coming from another room, and an occasional yelp from another further away, so I don't doubt their honesty. It made me somewhat nervous, but mostly aroused.
Before signing my paperwork I was told to read a list of rules, which were also posted on a large poster in our waiting room as a reminder:
"1. Obey all orders unquestioningly.
2. Absolutely no cumming without permission at any time.
3. No touching one's cock without permission at any time.
4. Recruits are forbidden from touching one another without permission at all times.
5. Any slave that is unable to complete a workout will be given an additional workout later that day.
6. All slaves will be naked at all times, unless otherwise specified.
7. Lack of compliance for any of the aforementioned rules will result in punishment in accordance with the crime committed, up to restarting the program in it's entirety."
The rules themselves seemed fair, though the last one did make me shiver a bit. I read it over as I heard a muffled yelp come from another room and hesitated for a moment before signing the paper.
The advertisement for the Bootcamp did explain the program in some detail, though there were some details left unwritten so we recruits couldn't give ourselves too much time to prepare. First, there was the obedience component. It was explained that all slaves must be willing and eager to please their masters in any way possible, to withstand humiliation and push our boundaries. Secondly, there was a "sensation tolerance" component, meaning that we would be expected to withstand high amounts of pain from a number of different sources. In addition, a slave should be able to resist the urge to climax even when experiencing extreme pleasure. Third was "skill development" which includes giving the ideal blowjob, pleasuring multiple partners at once, holding uncomfortable positions for periods of time, and other tasks. Lastly, there is a fitness component. While not directly related to submission, it was explained that a fit body will allow for greater endurance and will be more pleasing to look at for one's master. The fitness component does make me somewhat nervous, as I have always been quite scrawny and never really partook in sports, but I am eager to look more appealing.
The advertisement explained that day one would be our "initiation." It didn't go into high detail, but explained that it was their process to ensure that all who begin the program will have the mindset and endurance to complete it, and to assess our strengths and weaknesses. I began to fantasize about what the initiation might involve.
After what felt like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes, a man entered the waiting room and instructed us to take off our clothes, fold them, and place them neatly in our chairs. He explained that we were to stand "at attention" in front of our chairs and gave us permission to touch ourselves to get hard, but no further stimulation. Once we let him know that we understood his instructions he left.
Not knowing how much time it would take for him to come back, I got started quickly. I ripped off my clothes and shakily folded them in my chair, smoothing them over several times for good measure. After that I began to stroke my cock and after just a few moments it was erect. I stood in front of my chair with my feet together, arms at my sides, and facing straight ahead. I felt a little awkward doing this with three other men in the room but somehow the thought of resisting sounded deplorable. We stood for a few more minutes, occasionally stroking our cocks to keep them ready for what was to happen next.
Suddenly what looked like about twelve men entered the room. All of them were significantly more muscular than me and the other recruits, and they all wore black jeans, black combat boots, and a black leather chest harness over their bare pecs. Each recruit including myself was then manhandled by three of the muscular men. I was shoved to my knees and had my hands cuffed behind me. After that a blindfold went around my eyes and I was carried into another room in which it was just me and the three men. My cock ached with arousal and I realized that rule number two, "No cumming without permission," might be more of a challenge than I thought.
I was brought to a table where I was bent over the edge. One man held my face down while the two others tied my legs to the bottom of the two legs, leaving my legs spread apart. Shortly after my torso was secured to the top of the table, just enough to ensure I would stay in place but not enough to prevent me from squirming. I realized in that moment that I've only ever been a top during sex, and this is how I was going to lose my "bottom virginity." Helpless, tied up, blindfolded, and bent over a table being ruthlessly assaulted by three muscular men. I let a moan escape.
"You sound like you're ready for this, aren't you boy? You can't wait to see what we're gonna do to you." One of the voices teased me. He had a rough, gravely voice that rumbled a little as he spoke. He grabbed the base of my cock and began to slowly work his hand up and down. I wondered vaguely if the other recruits were receiving the same treatment.
"It says in his paperwork that he has always been on top, always the dominant partner. Can you believe that?" one of them cajoled in a smooth, deep, commanding voice. The three of them erupted in laughter.
The last voice finally spoke, with a slight accent that I couldn't quite place. "We better break this ass in, eh? What do you think, boy, do you think your ass needs a little attention?" A hand was still working its way up and down my cock and I moaned in response.
The hand left my cock and I felt a sharp slap across my cheeks. The second voice spoke again, "You better respond when we ask you questions or we'll be letting the Masters know, and they will make bootcamp a living hell for you. Do you think it's about time that your ass gets the attention it deserves?" Another slap rained down and I felt a finger begin to move towards my hole.
I whispered, slightly embarrassed, "Yes please, sir."
The smooth voice responded quickly. "Well damn, we can't hear you pal. Gotta be a bit more vocal than that. Do you think your ass needs some punishment?"
"Yes sir, please punish my ass, sir." I said, a little louder this time.
