Chapter 15: The Dungeon

Pam's prediction about the girls' ability to convince Evan that a trip to the nightclub was necessary proved well founded. Given his good nature and inability to deny them anything it was pretty much a slam-dunk; sex and sweet talk didn't hurt either. Their web site had done well in its beta testing and the date was set for it to go live. Their outing was scheduled to coincide with the site's opening and was choreographed more like a PR appearance than a night on the town.

"Is this really necessary?" Evan asked for the fourth time as the tailor measured his inseam once more. "I understand looking nice, but isn't this a bit much? What are you having me wear, a tux?"

"Yes, this is necessary," Pam answered for the fourth time. "No, this isn't too much, and no, it isn't for a tux. You aren't going to look nice, you're going to look perfect."

"If you say so," he mumbled. "I know I needed something new, but I don't see where all this is necessary."

"Leave that to me," she smirked. "I know what I'm doing."

"Fine," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "What are you two going to be wearing?"

"That, Master dear, is a surprise." He grumbled for a little while longer but accepted it just like she knew he would.

"The limo's here!" he shouted up the stairs.

"They can wait for a few minutes," came the reply from above.

Evan fidgeted and paced as he waited, smoothing down the tight leather pants as he did. His costume -- it was the only way he could look at it -- was as tight as anything he had ever worn. He was wearing snug black leather pants, black silk shirt, open at the collar of course, a light-weight leather jacket and black leather boots that probably cost as much as any one suit he had ever owned. When he had first seen what they intended for him to wear he thought it looked ridiculous; but he had to admit after he put it on it really looked sharp. He thought it made him look years older, and even a little bit dangerous. It wasn't too uncomfortable, while he was standing anyway. When he sat down the pants had a tendency to ride up into his butt crack, but Pam said they would stretch out quickly. He grumbled a little because he knew it was expected; but secretly he liked it.

"How do we look?" Evan looked up from his watch -- which he had been glancing at every two minutes for the past half hour -- and practically swallowed his tongue. The two women were standing at the top of the stairs posing for his benefit. They had on matching outfits, all black leather of course, sleeveless tops with plunging necklines showing more cleavage than should have been possible; mini-skirts, shear dark stockings, stocking, not pantyhose for certain since from his vantage point he could see the their tops and the garters holding them up. Each wore a pair of black leather boots that came up almost to the knee with impossibly high spiked heels. Their hair was down and laying over their shoulders and Evan couldn't remember when he had seen two more beautiful or sexy women. He gulped and stuttered. Suddenly he was extremely uncomfortable as his cock tried to expand against the tight leather of his pants.

"Is this okay?" Cheri said nervously. "Do we look all right? Do you like it?"

"Look at his crotch, dear," Pam said with a laugh as she started down the stairs. "I'd say he likes it just fine."

"You two look wonderful!" he stammered. "In fact you look so good this may be a problem all night. In fact, I have a feeling it's going to be embarrassing." He continued to move around his now-hard cock, both for comfort and in an attempt to hide it.

Pam walked up to him and after giving him a little kiss -- not enough to smear her makeup -- grabbed his cock and moved it around until it was comfortable but still highly visible.

"The whole point is to show what you got, Master," she cooed in his ear. Evan turned bright red while Cheri giggled. "At least you won't have to put a fake one in your pants like a lot of the men do."

"A fake, ah..." he stammered again. "People really do that?"

"Oh, yes," Pam said, nodding. "It can be rather disappointing at times, if you know what I mean."

"Ah, actually I don't want to know," he muttered. "I still feel embarrassed. I feel like everybody will be staring at me."

"Checking you out, yes," she continued. "Staring, maybe. All I know is the men will be green with envy and the girls will be downright jealous." She looked over at Cheri. "We might have to beat them off with a stick."

"I doubt that," Evan said quickly. "If you two are with me I won't even be noticed. If those two costumes you are wearing don't scream 'justifiable rape', nothing would!"

"You are so sweet," they both said in unison, hugging him tightly from both sides.

"But the limo is waiting," Pam said. "Shall we go?"

"Ah, Pam, you're sure we're in the right place?" Evan had been so busy admiring the limo and the plush accommodations he hadn't paid any attention to where they were going. When he finally did, he noticed they were in the seedy section of town. The streets they passed through were for the most part deserted and the people they did see out looked to up to no good. From what he could see there were mostly old warehouses and boarded-up buildings.

"Absolutely sure," she murmured as she tried to nibble his ear. One of the reasons he hadn't been paying attention to the outside was the fact both women were scrunched up next to him, kissing and licking his neck while their hands wandered all over his body, although it seemed they spent an inordinate amount of time caressing and squeezing his cock through his leather pants. If their intention was to keep him hard, they were doing a fantastic job.

Soon they pulled up in front of what looked to Evan like any other old run-down warehouse, with a few exceptions. To begin with the street and sidewalk were both well lit; for another there was a crowd of people standing in a line waiting to get in the non-descript door. Evan estimated there must have been fifty people or more, most huddled in little groups. They all turned to look at their limo as it pulled up to the curb.

"Just one more thing now that we're here," Pam said as she reached into the small purse she carried with her. Evan saw what she took out, but he couldn't understand for the life of him what they were. They were two long, thin, braded leather cords, tightly coiled. As Pam uncoiled them he noticed each had a snap-hook on one end and a loop spliced into the other. What they looked like were...

"Leashes for your bitches, Master," Pam continued as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What?" Evan gasped. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Of course not, Master," Cheri said from his other side. "You have us tagged, but now you have to have us controlled. Your pets have their collars, but there is a leash law in this town you know."

"I can't..." Evan started.

"Please?" Pam pleaded. "For us?"

"Well, all right," he grumbled. "If that's what you really want."

"We do," they said together. Then Pam added, "Will you please do us the honor?"

With the exaggerated sigh of the terribly put upon, Evan took each leash and snapped the hook on the ring holding each woman's cameo as Pam indicated. As he did Pam moaned softly and Cheri squirmed in the seat and looked up at him with that "fuck me" look in her eyes.

"God, this makes me soooo hot," she hissed. "I think I'm going to make a puddle right here."

"I told you," Pam said to her with a smirk. "There is nothing like being led around like some fucking dog. I practically came when he clipped it on me. Just wait until he leads us out there in public!"

Evan just smiled and shook his head. He didn't understand their reaction, but then he didn't need to; he just needed to sit back and reap the benefits.

As the limo came to a complete stop a large man who had been standing in front of the line sauntered over and opened the door for them. Pam accepted his helping hand and stepped out and onto the curb.

"Pamela," the doorman said. "It's nice to see you again. It's been a long time.

"Harry!" she squealed and started to reach towards him with outstretched arms. The leash was just a tiny bit too short and when the slack was gone it yanked her back slightly. "Oops," she said with a grin. "Just you wait, Harry. Harry, this is my master, Master Evan. Master Evan, this is Harry. Harry has been the doorkeeper here at the Dungeon for just forever."

Evan had exited the car and was helping Cheri out when he heard the introductions. Moving the leashes to his left hand he held his right out to take the proffered paw. Evan didn't consider himself to be a small man by any means but the bouncer's hand completely dwarfed his as they shook. Even with the pleasant smile that accompanied the handshake Evan was sure it would take a fool or a drunk, probably both, to cause trouble while this man-mountain was on duty.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Evan," Harry rumbled. "Anyone who can bring our little lost lamb back to us is most certainly welcome here."

"Oh, Harry," Pam said lightly slapping him on the chest. Now that there was a little slack in her leash she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. As she did her tiny skirt rode up and revealed her noticeably bare ass bringing a sharp gasp from the crowd pressing close to the door. Hearing that Pam gave a teasing wiggle until Evan lightly spanked her. She turned quickly and gave him a fake pout but as soon as Cheri giggled Pam grinned and snuggled up against his side.

"And who is this lovely lady?" Harry asked looking at Cheri.

Evan introduced them and Cheri gave Harry a demure, "Pleased to meet you."

"Right this way, Master Evan," Harry said leading them to the door.

"Ah, the line..." Evan started.

"Never mind them," Harry said with a slight sneer. "They get in when I let them... if I let them." Tilting his head to Pam he continued, "Mr. Michael told me to expect your party. I believe your usual table is being held."

"Thank you, Harry," Pam said. "Please thank Michael for me."

"Thank him yourself, Pamela. I'm sure he'll be around to see you when he finds out you've arrived."

They were led past the crowd and through the door where Harry handed them over to the hostess.

"Donna," he said. "Miss Pamela's party has arrived. Would you please show them to their table?"

Donna was a tall, strikingly beautiful redhead clothed neck to foot in a skintight rubber cat suit. The only thing not black on her was the large white fob hanging down from her slave collar. She gave them a dazzling smile and grabbed Pam, giving her a hug that must have bruised her ribs and a deep soul kiss on the lips. Evan was amused to note that neither one of their tongues stayed in their own mouths. They broke apart and Donna reached up to lightly finger the cameo hanging from Pam's collar. With one raised eyebrow and a bit of a sinister smile she glanced over at Evan.

"So this is the prince that caught the uncatchable princess," she said almost purring.

"Donna, this is my master, Evan," Pam replied. "And this is my master's other slave and my soul sister, Cheri."

"Cheri, I'm glad to meet you." Leaning over Donna grabbed Cheri in the same hug she had given Pam and kissed her with the same passion. Cheri was shocked for a moment, but after glancing over at Evan and seeing his amused grin she abandoned herself to the kiss. She felt delightfully wicked as the redhead's tongue pushed past her lips and deep into her mouth. Naturally Cheri had to reciprocate and the feeling sent a tingle down through her body, especially when Donna reached down and firmly pinched her ass. As they broke apart, both of them were visibly breathing hard.

"Wow!" Donna said releasing her grip. "Soul sister indeed. Your master is a very lucky man."

"Almost as lucky as we are," Cheri responded, blushing.

"So I've heard," Donna replied raising her eyebrow again. Turning back to Pam, she said, "Roberto said you were very happy; I'm glad to see it's true."

"Roberto is a blabbermouth and a gossip," Pam said, trying to look disgusted.

"True," Donna agreed. "But then what did you expect. Here, let me show you to your table. We saved your favorite when we heard you were coming. It is so good to have you back."

She led them into the club proper, threading their way through the closely packed tables until they came to one right next to the dance floor.

Evan had trouble keeping his jaw from hitting the floor. The costumes the patrons were wearing, or almost wearing in some cases, were as outrageous as he had ever seen. It was like walking through a living catalogue of BDSM fashion. Over there was a large woman -- a really large woman -- wearing a dominatrix outfit, right down to the tiny whip she carried. Next to her, sitting on his haunches on the floor was a man who wore little more than a leather harness, ball gag and a cock ring so tight Evan thought it had to hurt considerably. She was holding a leash not unlike the two he held, but hers was attached to another ring that looked like it was pierced right through the head of his penis. There was more leather and rubber around him than Evan thought possible. It was a real freak show.

"Betty will be your server tonight," Donna said after showing them their seats. "She'll be over in a minute but maybe I could get you something first?"

"A gin and tonic," Pam piped up. Donna lifted her eyebrow again. Evan was fascinated at how she did that, and gave Pam an amused look as she glanced back and forth between Evan and her friend. Pam looked over at Evan and saw that he was frowning and shaking his head. She pouted but resignedly changed her order to a Diet Coke[BM1]. Donna just laughed.

"In your condition did you think he would let you have a real drink?" she said still chuckling.

"How did you know?" Pam demanded. "Never mind, I know: Roberto. He really does have a big mouth. I suppose he's told everybody?"

"Everybody," Donna agreed solemnly. "And for you, dear?" she said to Cheri.

"A Virgin Mary, please." Evan was tempted to order something stronger but chickened out at the last minute and ordered sparkling water with a twist. Donna left after promising to check back later when she had a chance.

"This is quite a place," Evan mused as he looked around.

"The only other place you would find that would even come close would be in New York or San Francisco," Pam said with a smirk. "If it can be found, it's here. Just about anything goes so long as you keep it within reasonable bounds."

"I'm surprised I don't see people having sex on the tables," Evan replied.

"That's for later," Pam laughed. "It's still too early for that."

Betty, their server, a pretty petite blonde dressed in little more than a collar, thigh high boots and a thong, soon brought them their drinks. After another joy-filled reunion Betty congratulated the three on their upcoming deliveries. It was true: Roberto had told everybody.

The music was pretty much what one would expect in any normal dance club, right down to the pounding bass that seemed to soak in and really stir the blood. Evan wanted to dance and invited the girls onto the floor. Pam asked if she could stay there and talk to Betty for a bit and Evan of course agreed.

Evan was lucky. The first song was a slow one as he and Cheri went out on the floor. He relished the feel of her body closely molded to his as they moved in among the other dancers. She held him tightly as his hands played over her ass, occasionally lifting her short skirt to fondle her exposed bare butt cheeks. Evan probably would have been embarrassed under any other circumstances, but given the "normal" dress of the other dancers and their overtly sexual activities, he felt they were being quite modest.

Back at the table he dropped Cheri off and picked up Pam. The music was a little faster but they still danced close. Evan was having a great time until they got back to their table.

Cheri was sitting hunched over, her face down shaking her head. Two men were with her. One was sitting next to her and the other was leaning over the table. Both were talking to her in rather loud voices.

"Come on, baby," Sitting Man was saying. "You come with Master Demon and me. We'll treat you like I know you want to be treated. Don't you want me cuming in your ass while his big cock is stuffed down your throat? You know you do."

"Hey, what's going on, guys?" Evan said as they pulled up next to them. "I think you're in my seat," he said to the one sitting down.

"Is this the pansy you're with, sugar?" Sitting Man said as the other one stood up and pushed out his chest. "You can do better than that! Hell, we'll take both you bitches; I know this little shit can't do what you need done."

"What the fuck is the matter with you two?" Pam shouted. "We're both tagged, you assholes! Get the hell out of here and leave us alone!"

"Shut up, bitch," the standing one yelled, cocking his fist back like he was going to hit her. Evan quickly stepped in front of her. He was boiling mad. How dare these shitheads bother his mother and threaten his lover? Looking up at the standing Dom he realized this was probably his last moment alive but he didn't care. His only thought was of how much damage he could do before they beat him down.

Suddenly Standing Man's fist was wrapped up in a huge slab of meat that somewhat resembled a hand, only bigger. Attached to the hand was an arm, also of incredible proportions. The body attached to that arm made Harry the doorman look like someone's little brother. The hand squeezed and Mr. Standing Man gasped and then whimpered. Evan wasn't sure but he thought he heard something crack even over the loud music.

"Is there a problem here?" came the deceptively mild question.

"Hi there Billy," Pam said. She had visibly relaxed and put a hand on Evan's shoulder making sure he didn't do anything stupid. "I'm afraid these two were trying to poach on tagged property, and wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I thought it might be something like that," the man-mountain said. Reaching out he casually grabbed Sitting Man by his neck and lifted him up. The man had to weigh at least 180 pounds but Billy made it look as easy as lifting a five-pound bag of flour.