Luke's Crew (M+/M+)(New Chapter 1/11/26)

[Volobond]

It's nice to see that Luke definitely wants Thief to be just as integrated into the household as the rest of the Crew - he's done this several times with demonstrable success, so that easy confidence he has is quite hot. And while I wouldn't approve of the dynamic in a real-life relationship, I have to say for a kidnapper and slaver, Luke is astonishingly accommodating to Thief's wants and needs!

[gag1195]

@DeeperThanRed They are definitely moving closer and closer to a real understanding! Luke still needs to push some boundaries, but yeah! And of course, we have to humble the big hunk! You know how much I love my living furniture!

@Guardianbound Of course Luke is joining in! He has specific plans that require his involvement! And yes, I also love the forced workouts! it's great training!

@KidnappedCowboy Would it help to know that Spark is getting quite a workout already, being stretched and strained in his footstool position? We'll definitely see how Luke and his other Crew workout together, and the bondage that ensues, but first up will be Tommy and Haze! Glad to see you agree with Luke's need to give Spark an appropriate humbling!

@Volobond I love that Luke is such an interesting version of the controlling slave master! Like you said, IRL, absolutely no thanks, but in the story, he's doing so much more than he technically has to! Like he said to Tommy, he needs an actual, functioning crew member that is also a slave, not just a toy to be used. So he needs to work harder to get Tommy there, rather than just strap him into a rubber suit and use him!


Thanks for taking the time to comment, everyone! Some good news! The work nonsense has been mostly resolved, but I'll still be a bit busy the next couple of weeks. We've also hit a good pausing point in this story, so I am going to try and get a chapter or two of Boss Rush out, so I don't completely neglect it! As always, thank you for your patience with both stories!

[CaptiveDan]

He's finding things he likes! I'm glad it looks like Tommy's lot as a slave might become more comfortable or enjoyable with time... Even if I'm still rooting for him to lead a hostile coup. And despite the circumstances that led to it, it's probably good that Luke has introduced him to all these dimensions of kink. I know I personally didn't think I'd enjoy pain/torture until I tried it.

Excited to see what happens next. And curious about what a forced workout will look like while keeping him secured

[gag1195]

Long time no post! Apologies! Work and battling a throat infection took my energy the last couple of weeks! But I am back with the Crew! Enjoy Tommy's workout! Can't wait to see you all in the comments!


Part 20: Working Up A Sweat

“Welcome back to Hosts and Home, everyone! We are finally on the long teased home tour of our lovely hosts, Luke and Damian McLain! We’ve just finished an in depth tour of the main living and dining areas, and of course, the amazing kitchen where we got to see all the amazing additions Spark, Fausto, helped design! Where to next, Luke?” Laney recapped for the viewers at home.

Luke gestured his arm toward the side door of the kitchen. “I figured we’d finish up on this side of the house before moving on. Laundry, garage, and home gym. Not exactly the most glamorous set of rooms, but I did promise everyone a full tour!”

“Lead on!” Laney and her cameraman followed the well dressed hosts through the door to a side hallway. Despite being a utilitarian hallway, it was still quite spacious. They quickly poked into the laundry room and marveled at the top of the line machinery, the built in ironing area, and the hand laid checkerboard tiles. The blue-gray cabinets made the room feel slightly cozy.

Next to the laundry room was a small three piece bathroom. “It’s not very big, but the shower is very nice to have just off the gym, so we don’t have to trek the length of the house after a workout!” Damian explained as the tour entered the home gym.

Sturdy flooring covered in high impact and sound dampening mats greeted the group. Two different weight benches, an elliptical, treadmill, free weights set, a rowing machine, and even a squat and pull-up rack occupied the space. There was also enough empty floor space for stretching, yoga, or other wide motion workouts. A wall of mirrors occupied the far end of the room, and a wall of windows overlooked the backyard and pool area.

“This is an impressive home gym, Luke!” Laney exclaimed. “I was expecting the treadmill and weights, but a rowing machine? A full mounted squat rack? Do you sell memberships too?”

Luke and Damian laughed. “Not a bad space, right?” He stepped through and around the equipment. “Obviously, we don’t have everything here. But we’ve got enough to get most everything else done. It’s nice to not have to brave the LA traffic to get a good workout in.”

“I’ll bet!” Laney agreed. “And you must save a fortune not paying all those gym fees!”

Luke blushed. “Well, we do still have gym memberships. Like I said, there’s more than a few things we can’t do in this space, and there are some nice perks that the gym we go to offers that we also don’t have here- the personal training and classes, the sauna and cold plunge rooms, the extra space…”

“I’m honestly surprised that one of those mirrors doesn’t slide away to reveal a hidden sauna!” Laney joked.

Damian laughed, but Luke’s eyes lit up. “Laney, you are a genius!” He quickly pulled out his phone and began typing. “I’m sorry, this is incredibly rude of me, but I have to write that down before I forget it.” He smiled at Damian. “I know our next project!”

Laney cast a sympathetic glance in Damian’s direction and whispered, “I’m sorry…”

Damian just sighed. “That’s okay, Laney. If it isn’t a hidden mirror sauna, it would have been a new movie screen that descends from the ceiling in the media room, or a trapdoor to a wine cellar.”

“Those are also going on the list!” Luke shouted excitedly.

“I have to imagine”, Laney said, trying to change the subject, “that your Crew also makes regular use of this home gym?”

Damian nodded, happy to continue the interview. “Yes, we all use it. They are all over here enough of the time that it just makes sense for them to use the space too. Besides, with everyone using it, it helps keep us in a good routine. There’s always someone to workout with, spot you, motivate you.”

—--

Once again, Tommy found himself ascending from the depths of the dungeon playroom. He still sported his metal cage and collar, but was completely naked aside from that. Even his bonds were minimal. His locked leather muzzle, and locked leather mitts were all that restrained him. A sturdy chain leash locked to his collar forced him to follow Luke up the stairs and through the office, into the main house.

Luke offered a decent amount of slack on the chain. Not enough for Tommy to actually escape, but more than enough to offer the illusion of hope. A test. Would he resist, would he buck, would he attempt to run?

But no. Tommy was obedient. He allowed himself to be led through the house and did not fight against the leash, did not struggle or try to run. Luke smiled at that. It had taken a while, but Tommy was finally starting to understand and accept his lot in this new life of his. He was starting to adjust.

Now it was time to build in some routine.

Eventually, Tommy would have an official place on the Crew, and jobs, tasks, and chores around the house, but this was a good first step. Tommy was clearly no stranger to the gym, given his already impressive physique, so reestablishing that exercise routine and discipline would go far in further acclimating the young slave to how Luke liked to run things.

Luke tugged Tommy along through the kitchen and down a hallway. They passed a gigantic laundry room and yet another bathroom, and finally into the impressive home workout space. But they wouldn’t be working out alone.

Haze stood waiting for them. It had been quite a few weeks, and his hair was starting to grow back in thick and dark. If he grew it out enough, it would eventually fade into a nice sandy blond. Luke considered how long Haze would be able to grow it out this time before needing another humility lesson… Haze was shirtless, his impressive muscles already bulging, wearing only a pair of green workout shorts that did little to hide the fact that he was also locked up tight. The normally stoic Haze managed a genuine smile when Luke and Tommy entered.



“Hope you don’t mind, Tommy, but Haze will be joining us for your workouts. Firstly, he’s here to help keep you under control while you are still in training, and secondly, he’s probably going to be a good coach and match for your own fitness level. I know it's been over a month since you joined us, so we’ll need to ease in a bit, but you are starting with an amazing body. You clearly know what you’re doing, so Haze is not going to hold back.”

Tommy nodded at Master Luke’s explanation of things. Luke watched his new slave look around the room and examine each piece of equipment in great detail. Luke knew there were some things missing from his home gym. There were no leg press or curling machines, for instance, and he’d love to add a dedicated punching bag, but there just wasn’t space. Still, he was quite happy with what he had been able to include.

He guided Tommy over to the weight bench and sat him down. He took the leash and locked it to the wall’s waiting D-ring. There was plenty of slack for Tommy to navigate any of the equipment on this side of the room, and another ring waited on the other wall so he could use the equipment and space on that side of the room. He pulled Tommy’s hands up and unlocked and removed the leather mitts.

Luke tossed a pair of black workout socks and a new pair of black tennis shoes in Tommy’s direction. “Put those on.” He also threw a pair of black compression shorts towards his slave. “Those too.” Tommy obliged, eagerly slipping the shorts onto his legs and up to his waist. The shorts and socks were the first articles of clothing he’d worn since his burglary gear had been cut off of him weeks ago. His first bit of modesty in over a month.

Luke just smiled at his slave’s eagerness. “I believe in doing things the right way. You need proper gear when working out, shoes and socks for a solid grip and safety, shorts to reduce chaffing.” He stepped up to Tommy and pulled him in close by the muzzle. “Understand that this is the first item of clothing you’ve been given since you joined us. Continue to behave and these comforts and privileges will continue. Misbehavior will result in not only a suitable punishment, but also a loss of these privileges. Do you understand?”



Tommy nodded as vigorously as he could with Luke’s iron grip still on his muzzle. Luke leaned down and placed a single kiss on the leather. “Good boy. Now, I need to listen to everything Haze tells you, and for you to show us what you can do. If anything gets to be too much, or hurts, I need you to shake your head like mad. That’ll be our cue to stop the workout. Understand?”

Another nod. Another kiss. Luke stepped back and began his own pre-workout routine. He took off his own shirt and tossed it off in the corner. Wearing longer, compression pants and a hat to try and combat against sweat, Luke spent the next ten minutes stretching and doing some rudimentary, and not very impressive, yoga poses before stepping up to jog on the treadmill.



Haze had not stopped his wicked smile. Aside from the garage, the gym was his domain within the house. He had helped Luke organize an in depth workout regime for each slave, ensuring that each one could hit and maintain their goals, and get a mostly complete full body workout. And as Luke’s assistant, and sub-dom for the rest of the Crew, he had the power and authority to help make sure everyone stuck to their workout schedule.

Luke could focus on his own workout. Tommy was in good, if unyielding, hands. Haze would soon know Tommy’s limits, his strengths, and would have the new boi in a full routine in due time.

Already, Haze was loading more weights onto the barbell than was strictly necessary. It would be a workout full of tests and starts, adjustments, and Haze having some cruel fun at Tommy’s expense. Luke was on hand to rein in Haze as needed, but it would be good for Tommy to understand his position within the Crew.

And Haze would work Tommy hard enough to make the next part of the training even more fun… for both of them…

Luke worked up his own sweat on the treadmill before moving on to the other weight bench for some pumps to work his arms and chest. Tommy was languishing under his own set of weights, a fine sheen of sweat over his face and torso. He’d done multiple sets already. Finally, Haze showed pity and allowed Tommy to stop. Luke stifled a laugh as Tommy’s arms immediately fell down, wobbling like jelly.

Haze yanked Tommy up and off the bench, down to the floor, and positioned him on his back. He pushed Tommy’s knees up to a bent position, then pulled one of the larger weights off the bar and rested it on Tommy’s torso. Tommy gripped the metal wheel and groaned his way through some intense weighted sit ups.

“I want to see those abs tightened! Engage that core, boi!” Haze instructed. He didn’t shout at Tommy, but spoke calmly and forcefully. In another life, Haze would be the dominant in his own relationship, but fate had happily brought him into Luke’s life.

Tommy, with no choice, complied with his new trainer’s demands, flexing and straining as much as he could with each sit up. Luke counted at least 40 sit ups before Tommy stayed down.

Luke grabbed some of the hand weights and used the bench as leverage while he worked out his upper arms. Sweat pooled where his head was leaning, but he didn’t care. Haze and Crest, and perhaps now even Tommy would clean it up later.

Haze had flipped Tommy over, and balancing the weight on the boy’s back, was critiquing and adjusting Tommy’s pushups.

—-

Two hours later, Tommy was a sweaty mess, collapsed on the floor. Luke and Haze were likewise just as sweaty, but were smiling and happy. Haze collected three ice cold water bottles from the kitchen. He passed one to Luke, kept one for himself, and set the third one down next to Tommy’s muzzled face.

Tommy whined and whimpered at the bottle, but made no move towards it. Whether waiting for explicit permission or understanding the futility of it all with the muzzle blocking access, Tommy simply laid there.

Luke laughed and began getting his boi ready for some refreshment. Tommy didn’t fight as Luke reapplied and locked the mitts back over his hands. Not that he had much fight left in him. Haze’s brutal workout had completely drained him. Once he was securely mitted, Luke unlocked and removed the muzzle. He even opened the water bottle for his slave, then stepped back.

Tommy strained as he sat up, then collected the bottle using both hands and raised it to his lips. Half the bottle was gone before he came up for air. “Thank you, Master…” He choked out, his breathing heavy.

“How do you feel, boi? Haze didn’t break you, did he?”

Tommy smiled even though he continued to huff and puff. “No, Sir. It was a lot. But it was good. I missed this.”

Luke beamed. “And you said you didn’t like physical punishment…”

Tommy blushed but said nothing. Luke unlocked the chain leash from the wall, and holding the end firm in his hand, he gathered up his discarded shirt and Tommy’s muzzle. He pulled Tommy up to a standing position, allowing Tommy time to adjust to his sore muscles and shaky legs. He started leading Tommy out of the gym before pausing to look back at his stoic assistant.

“Haze, will you track down Crest and have him clean up in here? Then find us downstairs. It’s time to continue Tommy’s training…”

[DeeperThanRed]

Who'd guess Tommy is a fighter?

It seems like Luke's plan is working - some freedom really helped Tommy embrace the tasks he's been given. Seing more of Haze was also nice - I love big doms who are also obedient subs ^^

[Volobond]

There's always something to be said about exercise as a good inhibitor of rebellious thoughts. Tire em out and they won't run off, eh?

And Haze is so cute with a big ol smile!

[blackbound]

Tommy's getting into the spirit of things! I still think he might be complying to attempt another escape... but maybe not.

[Guardianbound]

Haze is gaining points in my books because of this chapter. Seems like everyone in the house is kept in perfect shape with this disciplined physical regimen.

[gag1195]

@DeeperThanRed Tommy, a fighter? Big if true! Luke is nothing if not practiced at this. And yes, I can't wait to dive into more Haze story! Big and intimidating and demanding dom, but powerless against his true master!

@Volobond If Tommy's legs are jelly, they can't be used to run away! Haze is usually so serious, that its nice to see him smiling. He pretty much only smiles in the garage, in the gym, and when disciplining his fellow crew members when they get unruly!

@blackbound The story isn't over yet, so there is still time for some more Thiefy rebelliousness!

@Guardianbound Haze's workout regime, coupled with Spark's meal planning, ensure that the Crew is always camera ready and fighting fit!


Thanks for the lovely comments everyone! I'm going to do my best to get the next chapter out early next week!

[CaptiveDan]

LOVE a forced workout. And cool to see Tommy likes it too! Between that and some of the stuff with spark in the last section he seems to be coming around to a pretty good number of kinks - though I'm still holding out for him to lead an uprising

[gag1195]

@CaptiveDan He may still be coming around to the forced part, but of course he liked it! You see how shredded Tommy is/was before his imprisonment? He loves working out! I cannot wait until we finally get to see exactly what kinks Tommy enjoys the most! I do love how dedicated you are to getting an uprising against Master Luke! Again, I can't promise that it will happen, but I appreciate the dedication!

[Camguy2050]

@gag1195 This has been an amazing story so far
would love to be in Tommys place

[gag1195]

@Camguy2050 thank you! Glad you've been enjoying it so far! Tommy's adventure is not over yet, so plenty more to enjoy as we go! Which part of Tommy's predicament has you most envious?

[Camguy2050]

@Camguy2050 thank you! Glad you've been enjoying it so far! Tommy's adventure is not over yet, so plenty more to enjoy as we go! Which part of Tommy's predicament has you most envious?

well i myself enjoy
sensory deprivation
being whipped and spanked
total immobilization
and love electro stim especially on my nipples and in my ass
also like comfortable suspension bondage

[KidnappedCowboy]

Very nice update. I like the way Tommy's leash is slowly being extended. After the workout he had under Haze's gaze, it makes sense that Tommy had little left in him to resist, let alone attempt an escape. I have no doubt Tommy may yet attempt an escape, but I'd love to hear his perspective. How is he processing his captivity? Does he yearn for discipline and training under the care of other men?

[gag1195]

@Camguy2050 that's quite the list! A sub of all trades!

@KidnappedCowboy The carrot and the stick dilemma, isn't it? He's behaving, so he gets more freedom and privileges, but he's still in training so there's always a chance for a relapse and escape attempt!

Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow American Peeps! And to everyone, enjoy the next update!

[gag1195]

Part 21: Jack of All Trades

“We’ll rejoin Luke and Damian for more of the tour, but for now, we are joined by Jack Buchanon, better known to viewers as Haze!” Laney announced as the camera focused on the intimidatingly large man standing in the garage.

Rather than continuing the Crew interviews on the couch, Haze had insisted on the garage as his interview location. Luke’s garage was neatly appointed and absolutely massive. A four car garage, the space was filled with three classic cars and one more modern SUV. A long low row of counters and workspace was affixed to the back wall, and a large rolling toolbox sat off in the corner next to a mint green classic convertible. A red hot rod and a deep blue cadillac had been freshly polished and shone against the camera lighting.

Jack, haze, stood between the convertible and hot rod, his freshly shaved head blending nicely with his stubble. He was dressed rather plainly. A simple white dress shirt and black pants. But he was relaxed, comfortable, and flashed an easy smile.



“Okay, first question, would you prefer Jack, or Haze?” Laney began.

“Haze is absolutely fine.” Haze nodded.

“Of course.” Laney smiled. “So, I’ve got some questions about you, your time with Luke, and things like that. Are you ready to get started?”

“Go for it!”

“I think my first question is, why the garage? We expected to do this interview back in the living room like the others.”

Haze chuckled. “Honestly? Stage fright.”

“Stage fright? I don’t believe it!”

Haze blushed slightly. “It’s true. Everyone calls Crest the quiet one, but when it comes to the camera, I always feel nervous and uncomfortable. It’s not so bad on the show because we are usually at the jobsite, but just sitting on the couch talking into the camera? I’m sweating just thinking about it.”

“That is so fascinating!” Laney exclaimed. “So I assume you are more comfortable here in the garage?”

Again, Haze nodded. “100%. I’ve always liked tinkering, and restoring these cars is very relaxing.”

“And I’m guessing that this tinkering is what made you a natural fit as the Crew’s HVAC specialist?” Laney raised her eyebrow and smiled knowingly.

“You really are a good reporter!” Haze laughed. “And again, 100% correct! Though back at the beginning, I was also an electrician, painter, tiler, and of course, the heavy lifter.”

“Sort of a Jack of all trades?” Laney laughed and Haze quickly joined in. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!” She said when she regained her composure.

“But you’re not wrong!” Jack agreed. “When it was just the three of us, Luke, Damian, and myself, we all had to do a lot more to get the jobs finished. Wear more hats compared to our now more specialized focus.”

“Alright, you are officially the Crew’s HVAC specialist, but you are also Luke’s assistant. Why not Damian?”

Haze thought for a moment and then crossed his arms confidently. “Well, respectfully, that wouldn’t be the best look, having Damian be in a lower position than Luke. They are partners, equals. And it works out well. Luke oversees most of the house and interior, and Damian handles all of the exterior stuff.”

“Makes sense.” Laney agreed.

Haze leaned in. “And, between you and me”, he lowered his voice, “Damian is a bit too nice. Not as firm when dealing with the Crew. That’s where I come in.”

“Keep the troops in line?” Laney suggested.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” Haze snapped to attention and saluted before cracking another smile. “It takes a lot to get the jobs done and episodes shot in a timely and efficient manner. Luke sometimes gets distracted with his plans or being the host, so some of the day to day falls to me.”

“And you run a tight ship!” Laney agreed.

“Well, Luke does, I just help steer it!” Haze was quick to counter.

“I’m also dying to know, why is Haze your Crew nickname?”

“You sure you want to know?” Haze once again leaned in, flashing a devilish smile.

—--

Luke and Tommy continued to talk as they made their way down into the basement.

“How much you press normally, boi?”

“Consistently? About 150. But I don’t do it too often. I usually top off at 140 most lifts… Sir.”

Luke smiled. It was obvious that his workouts were a source of pride and interest to his boi, that Luke was willing to forgive the slip up, but Tommy managed to catch himself. “You and Haze are going to be very good friends soon enough. When you are further along in your training, he’ll help you come up with a good, consistent routine.”

“I’m looking forward to that, Sir. A lot.”

They made it down into the basement and Luke guided his Slave to the center of the room. “Other than working out, what else did you do in your free time?” Luke asked. He left Tommy standing there, free of any restraint, and even let go of the leash.

He kept Tommy in the corner of his eye and began investigating Haze’s alcove. “I asked you a question, boi!” He called out, firmness in his voice making Tommy jump.

“Uh… Umm…” Tommy hesitated. “Not much, Sir.” Luke poked his head out and watched Tommy lower his head. “Between the gym and my different jobs, I didn’t have much time for anything else. Work and working out.”

“What other jobs did you do besides the catering work?” Luke returned to his slave with a metal contraption.

“Well, bartending, Doordash, and I was trying to do some personal training, but no gyms wanted me.”

Luke nodded and opened the device. It was three circles, two small ones at the end and one large one in the middle, it opened up like a metal maw, and Tommy visibility balked.

“Shit. I almost forgot!” Luke said, setting the metal yoke down again. He produced his keyring and began unlocking and removing the heavy steel collar from around Tommy’s neck. Tommy’s mitted hands immediately moved over his neck, inspecting the newly freed sensation, the first time his neck had been collar-free in nearly two months. Luke playfully swatted the leather mitts away. “Relax, Boi. This is just temporary. The Yoke doesn’t really play nice with the steel collar. Once we’re done with it, the collar goes back on”

Luke positioned Tommy’s arms into a flex position, then once again opened the yoke up and began enclosing Tommy’s wrists and neck into the cold metal of the yoke. Once each metal ring was safely closed around Tommy’s wrists and neck, each received another padlock. Luke shook each part to demonstrate how securely they were locked around his slave.

He grabbed some of Haze’s white rope and attached the yoke to the waiting hanging bar above Tommy. Two sets of rope, one on either side of Tommy’s head, attached the young slave to the ceiling.

“It’s time to begin your training with Haze, boi, and not the training he just gave you in the gym.” Luke explained. “Haze’s interests can get… intense… especially for someone so new to this life. So we are starting things off with his restraints.” Luke circled his slave, like a lion toying with his prey. “You may have noticed, Haze is the biggest of my Crew. That makes it difficult to restrain him. He breaks out of tape too easily, I have to use too much rope to tie him up, and it costs a lot to custom order the leather restraints that fit his proportions.” Luke picked up the discarded chain leash and began twirling it around. “But metal restraints? Sturdy, nice uniform sizes, and near unbreakable.” He whipped Tommy with the chain, not enough to hurt, but enough for emphasis. “How’s it feel, boi?”

“H-heavy, Sir.” Tommy said.

Luke smiled. “Secure. Inescapable, complete.” He leaned in. “You aren’t going anywhere, are you Boi?”

“No, S-sir!” Tommy responded, but not flinching back. He was standing his ground, as much as he could with his restraints.

Luke gagged Tommy with a ball gag, but not the ones Tommy was used to. This one was white and had holes, almost like a wiffleball, but locked behind Tommy’s head just as easily, and allowed Tommy to breathe more easily through the gag.

“And now we wait for Haze.” Luke kissed Tommy’s gagged mouth.

They didn’t have to wait long. The hulking slave joined them in the basement and immediately stripped down to nothing without being asked. Luke smiled at Haze’s devotion. Luke collected yet more metal restraints from Haze’s alcove and began locking his assistant into the steel full body shackles. Large, sturdy, secure, the shackles locked over Haze’s wrists and ankles, with a matching steel collar around his already collared neck, and each joined together by equally heavy and sturdy chains. Haze’s hands were shackled in front of him, but the chains were short and tight enough that he had almost no mobility. Like a prisoner being perp walked, Luke guided Haze towards where Tommy waited.

“Now, Tommy, let’s begin.” Luke pushed Haze down to his knees, and kept his hand firmly on Haze’s head. “Haze loves his metal restraints. He cannot escape from them so he feels truly helpless. Isn’t that right, boi?” Luke forced Haze to nod his head up and down. “That’s right.” He looked at Tommy square in the face. “Haze is also a dumb slut that loves to be humbled. He’s large and in charge out of this room, but down here? He’s a pathetic dog begging for attention. Right, boi?”

“YES SIR!” Haze shouted, keeping his gaze straight ahead.

“He loves this. He’s a little slut who loves humiliation. He loves being taken down a peg.” Luke ran his hand over Haze’s short blond hair. “Like you, Tommy, Haze needs those regular reminders about who, what, he is. Maybe the two of you will get these regular reminders together…”

Luke let the threat linger while Tommy pitifully shook his head.

“In fact, I think it’s time for another reminder of Haze’s place.” Luke leaned down to Haze’s level. “Tommy worked hard upstairs. He’s gotten all sweaty. Clean him up.”

He smacked Haze’s face and straightened up, enjoying both Haze’s and Tommy’s eyes widen at his command. Neither slave moved. Luke stood behind Haze and shoved the behemoth’s shapely ass with his shoe.

“I gave you an order, Haze. Clean him up. You got him all dirty and sweaty, it’s your responsibility to clean him up. A nice tongue bath. NOW!”

At that last word, Haze reluctantly shuffled forward and began lapping up the sweat on Tommy’s abs and torso. Luke stepped in and, gripping the short blond hair, guided Haze up to a standing position so he could lick and worship Tommy’s arms and neck and pits.

“Breathe in deep, Haze. It’s been far too long since another slave offered you the scent of a real man. Clean him up good!”

Luke saw Tommy blush with Haze’s attention, the licking and the deep inhaling of his stink. But Luke also saw the barest hint of a smile behind the ball gag. He let Haze tongue bath Tommy for several minutes. Haze was quite thorough, running his tongue over nearly every inch of Tommy’s upper body. His impressive, slightly veiny arms, his impressively smelly armpits, his firm chest, and his hard fought for abs. Haze even spent some time sucking any and all sweat from Tommy’s nipples. Haze finally stepped back, huffing and puffing slightly from the effort of keeping his tongue out for so long.

“I don’t remember telling you to stop, Haze. Front looks good. But there’s more to Tommy than just his impressive chest and arms!” He shoved Haze again, and the giant stumbled and jangled his way behind Tommy, where he began lapping at Tommy’s back.

Luke enjoyed watching both his slaves adjust to the awkward and uncomfortable situation. Luke leaned in and whispered into Tommy’s ear. “Haze is my second in command. You’ve already noticed his help in wrangling and restraining you, yes?” Tommy nodded nervously. “But rest assured. He is no better than any of you. He sometimes gets a bit too cocky because of his position. It’s important to remind him. And a tongue bath of the new slave, still in training? Doesn’t get much more humbling, wouldn’t you agree?” Tommy smiled as Haze ran his tongue over his lower back. The young slave giggled at the sensation. “I hope you enjoy it. And I hope you’re paying attention. Once Haze is done with you, you’ll be cleaning me…”

Luke shoved Haze back. “Top half is clean enough. Now, Haze, help Tommy remove his workout gear and clean the rest of him!”

Haze began yanking Tommy’s shorts down when Luke smacked him again. “Did I say you could use your hands, Slave?”

“NO, SIR!” Haze shouted in response.

“I didn’t think so. With your teeth. And don’t forget the shoes…” Luke retired to his throne to enjoy the show as Haze gripped the waistband of Tommy’s gym shorts and began pulling them down.

[DeeperThanRed]

To anyone who knows me, it should be no surprise that Luke taking down Haze a peg was my favorite part! He might domineer over other slaves but there's only one Master in the house!

[Volobond]

I love a good metal restraint, especially a yoke! And it's absolutely wonderful to see some play with the dynamics of an alpha slave. Haze is climbing up in my estimation!

Also I do love how efficient Luke is, performing a double duty degradation of Haze and praise of Thief all with the same words!

[blackbound]

Something for Tommy and Haze to bond over!

I'll see myself out.

[CaptiveDan]

Your description of the secure and unyielding power of heavy metal restraints on both slaves was so hot! I'm usually a rope hoe, but after that chapter I was like "dang I gotta get myself locked in a yoke sometime".

The tongue bath was such a clever and sexy scene! Put both guys in their place AND what a wild sensory experience for both. Using both men's bodies as a tool against eachother - genius

After hearing Tommy only really worked out in his old life, maybe this change of pace is good for him after all. A little more variety in his life, and more people to spend time around...

...Shit, I'm starting to justify Luke's actions. Must not give in, must not give in

[gag1195]

@DeeperThanRed I also love the bigger domineering guy getting taken down a peg! It may or may not be something of a recurring theme in my stories... And I think its a really interesting dynamic of being in charge of the other slaves but still being subservient to the true Master!

@Volobond I am so happy to be able to use all of Haze's different metal restraints now that he is the focus Crew member! And yay! Happy to see more people liking Haze after this chapter! It's obviously no secret that he consistently scored lowest in the reader polls, so I'm happy that he's getting more love and appreciation. And as I already mentioned to you, you are honing in on more of what makes Tommy tick...

@blackbound we love forging these bonds between the Crew, finding those connections that will keep them tight and close for a long time!

@CaptiveDan I agree with you! I love the idea of metal restraints but they definitely feel a bit too permanent for me. I usually much prefer rope! I loved the tongue bath. It was a stroke of genius for Luke to employ on these two! It's okay, you can come to the Luke side of things! He makes lots of good points and has lots of good ideas and always takes care of his Crew members!


Thanks for taking the time to comment, everyone! I'm really enjoying the different perspectives now that we are diving deeper and deeper into the different Crew and Tommy's training with them!

[Guardianbound]

Looks like Tommy is going to be excited in more ways than one. The prospect of having to do the same to Luke... gasps... hot damn

[gag1195]

I hope everyone enjoys this next update! Some interesting surprises in store for this chapter! Let me know what y'all think!


Part 22: Bated Breath

“Well now you have to tell me!” Laney leaned in too.

Haze raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “It’s because the night that the three of us, Luke, Damian, and myself, met, Damian was drinking a purple haze martini.”

“What??” Laney stared in disbelief.

“That’s it!”

“You’re joking.” Laney shook her head. “It can’t be that simple. There’s no way!”

Haze broke into a giant grin and laughed. “Okay, you got me. It’s not the only reason.” He relaxed his arms down to his side. “But it is the name inspiration.”

Alright. I need the full story, please. Now!” Laney did not relax.

“Like when Luke and Crest were trying to figure out his nickname, we also struggled with my nickname. Remember, I started as more of a general assistant before settling into my HVAC position. So we struggled trying to get a name chosen.”

Laney nodded, but allowed Haze to continue.

“We knew early on that I would be doing a lot with the HVAC, so we started looking at those types of names. But they were all just… not me. Breeze, Cloud, Windy… a bit too hippie!”

Laney laughed. “You are definitely not a ‘Breeze’!”

“Exactly!... Hey!” Haze laughed too. “So then we looked at the stronger names.” He flexed. “Obviously!”

“Obviously.”

“Cyclone, Gale, Hurricane… Better, but seemed like a bad fit for someone who is supposed to be building houses…”

“I can see that.” Laney nodded.

“And then, we were telling the story about how the three of us met, and Damian mentioned the drink he had at the bar, a purple haze martini. We had that ‘aha’ moment with Haze.”

“And the rest is history?”

“And the rest is history!” Haze agreed. “And if I can get a bit more personal, I think it’s the best fit. Before going to work with Luke and Damian, I was in a bit of a haze myself. A bit of a lost soul. Aimless in my professional and personal life. Luke gave me a lot of clarity.”

“Wow!” Laney gasped. “That’s very poetic!”

“Why thank you!” Haze beamed, clearly pleased with himself.

“Now, about that first meeting with Luke and Damian…” Laney began, changing the subject. “I heard it’s quite the story…”

“Oh no!” Haze groaned, covering his eyes with his massive hand. “Do we really have to talk about that?”

—--

Tommy was hard at work cleaning Luke’s sweaty body. With noticeable hesitation, Tommy managed to lick away his Master’s muscular frame. But he was definitely unwilling. Haze, still chained and shackled, stood behind the smaller slave and firmly guided Tommy’s head whenever he attempted to recoil from the task.

Haze did so silently, not that he had a choice. After finishing his cleaning and worship of Tommy, he had been gagged with a leather panel gag. But this one was different than the one Tommy was often given. Haze’s had a narrow tube protruding from the center, ending in a bulbous orb. Tommy looked genuinely confused until Luke pumped the orb a few times and Tommy watched as Haze’s cheeks began to bulge. Then his eyes went wide.

But a gag for Tommy would come later. His mouth was still useful.

“How does it feel, Tommy? You love to worship your Master, don’t you?” Luke stroked Tommy’s fuzzy head as the diminutive slave lapped at his chest.

“...Yes, Master…” Tommy gasped out between licks. “That’s right.” He guided Tommy’s face into his armpit and clamped his arm down over the boy’s face, trapping him there. “Breathe deep. Breathe in your Master. Smells good, right, Slave?”

“Yesssmmmm Smmmir!” Tommy’s muffled voice called out.

“Smells like hard work, effort, right?”

Again Tommy agreed.

Luke pulled Tommy out of his armpit and held his head in place. “Now, boi, it should come as no surprise at this point, but Haze, our resident airflow expert, loves smells. And Breathplay. Having me control his own airflow makes this big idiot melt.” Luke smiled at Tommy’s nervousness at the word ‘breathplay’. “Don’t worry, boi. I told you that Haze gets pretty intense. We’ll ease you into it. We’ll start off simple.”

Luke stripped down, baring it all, free and confident, a stark contrast to his caged and chained slaves. He collected another gag from Haze’s alcove, an open mouth panel gag, which has a large circular opening that extends into the mouth.

Tommy feebly fought the oral intrusion, but it was futile. The gag was locked, but Luke wasn’t done yet. He grabbed his sweaty gym socks and balled them up, stuffing them into the gag’s opening.

Tommy hacked and coughed, trying to force the socks back out of the gag. “Can’t have that, Tommy-boi…” Luke chastised.

He collected Haze’s discarded socks, tied them together to form a stinky sock knot, and then shoved that knot into the gag’s opening. He stretched the socks around Tommy’s shaking head and tied them off.

Much better!” Luke beamed. “Now, if this was Haze, or later in your training, I’d be pinching that cute nose of yours shut… like this!” Luke pinched Tommy’s nose closed and held his fingers there for only a few seconds, but it was enough for Tommy to freak out and struggle against the ropes and yoke. He released Tommy’s nose and laughed. “But we aren’t there yet, so I won’t be doing that.”

He took one of his gym shoes and approached Haze. A few more pumps on the gag to fill his lieutenant's mouth, and his shoe tied off over Haze’s mouth and nose. Tommy received a similar treatment with Luke’s other gym shoe.

“Enjoy, bois!” Luke said. “Breathe it in. That’s the smell of success!”

—--

A few days later, Tommy found himself donning the humiliator gag once more, but this time, he was not being used as a living toilet brush. Instead, a flat, round, metal disk with a rubber base had been attached. He was still yoked, still mitted.

But he was not down in the basement. Just as Luke was settling in for more training, Haze had appeared and said that there were two visitors for Luke.

Luke gave his instructions to Haze and departed, leaving the larger slave to prepare Tommy.

When Tommy was led upstairs and into the living room, he recognized one of the men sitting on the couch. He was wearing his full leather suit, with a custom leather suit jacket and tie, tight leather pants and boots, and a dark dress shirt.

The agent who had come to examine Tommy. Tristan Brier.



But he was not alone. There was another man sitting on the couch next to Tristan. This stranger was not dressed in leathers, opting for a white dress shirt and vest, but Tommy saw the stylish leather jacket draped over his leg. Like Tristan, this man had neatly kept stubble and short, coiffed hair. He spoke with a noticeable accent.



“Ah, Luke, this must be your latest. Tristan told me about him. Quite the lucky find.”

Haze deposited Tommy in between Luke and the stranger, forcing the young slave to his knees. Luke placed a firm, controlling hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Thank you. I wasn’t even looking for one, and he just fell right into my lap. Quite lucky indeed.” Luke said, tightening his grip on his slave.

“You’ve such a knack for finding amazing specimens. I wish you’d reconsider our offer. You’re a natural procurer.”

“Maxim, we’ve talked about this. Extensively.” Luke chuckled. “I am more than happy with my consulting position. My Crew and I are more than content with our roles in the hierarchy.”

Maxim shook his head. “I’ll convince you one day.”

“Unlikely. Now, can I offer you two something to drink?” Luke indicated Tommy’s position.

Maxim and Tristan looked at each other. “I know that last time I was here, you had a delicious cab. You don’t still?” Maxim asked expectantly.

Luke smiled. “I thought you might say that.” He snapped his finger and Spark appeared with three glasses and a bottle of wine. He was naked, of course, his yellow cage matching the yellow ball gag he was wearing. He set the glasses down and showed the label to Maxim. The Company man nodded.

Spark quickly poured the glasses then retreated back around the corner.

“I’m honestly quite jealous, Luke.” Maxim commented as he watched Spark’s departure.

“You’re the one with all the resources and connections, Maxim. Nothing is stopping you from getting one of your own. Or two or three.” Luke sipped his wine. He passed a glass to Maxim and another to Tristan. Then he leaned down to whisper in Tommy’s ear. “Your job today is to serve as personal cup holder to Mr. Dionicio. If a single drop spills, you can expect some severe punishment.” Maxim placed his glass onto the humiliator gag’s round cupholder. “The inverse is true. Stay still and steady, and a great reward awaits.”

Luke watched as Tommy went rigid, trying to keep his head and neck absolutely still.

“I’ll remind you that I already have a slave, much like you do.” Maxim picked up his wine for sip before placing it back down again. “My husband?” Maxim said.

“True.” Luke nodded. “But surely there’s room for more?”

“Why am I getting the third degree?” Maxim turned his attention to Tristan. “Mr. Brier here is also well connected, but also quite slaveless."

“Yes, but I don’t know Tristan as well as you, so it’s not as much fun to tease him.”

“Besides, I am here on business, Mr. Dionicio.” Tristan said, keeping his eyes firmly trained on Tommy.

“Moving on.” Maxim sipped his wine again. “I am also here on business.”

“Really? What do you need? I can happily pull information on my last handful of builds and clients. Or are we discussing new potential episodes?”

Maxim shook his head. “You misunderstand. It is my business.”

Luke leaned forward. “Interesting. Go on.”

Maxim sighed and took a long sip of wine. “It is a growing nuisance back east. Have you ever had any dealings with the Bandem Talent Agency?”

Luke thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. But it’s hard to say for sure. There are a million talent agencies in this town.”

“That’s what I figured.” Maxim sighed again. “Well, never mind then.”

“Anything we can help you with?” Luke asked.

“Unfortunately no. But I can tell you that it isn’t going to end well, however it ends up. When it all blows over, I’ll tell you about it in detail.” He gestured to Tristan. “But I am taking up Mr. Brier’s time.”

Maxim collected his wine and sat back. Tristan nodded to Luke and began his inspection of Tommy. “I know it is short notice, Mr. McLain, but I was in the neighborhood and remembered that Tommy was due for his followup inspection.”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

And once again, Tommy was poked, prodded, groped, inspected, assessed, and graded.

Tristan stepped back and took his notes. He and Luke discussed his training, the restraints used on him, and his general care.

Maxim, seeing his cupholder was free again, set his glass back down and excused himself to use the restroom.

Luke and Tristan were standing, discussing Tommy in hushed tones. Their attention, despite Tommy being the subject of conversation, was not on the slave.

Tommy looked around. No one else was around. None of the other Crew were visible. Maxim was in the restroom. Tristan and Luke were distracted, off to the side of the living room.

Tommy lunged forward and bolted.

Yoked and mitted as he was, he did not care. He fell forward and managed to steady himself and stand, rushing through the living room and towards the front door. The glass of wine didn’t last long. It was a stain of red and broken glass on the living room carpet. But Tommy kept going.

He made it to the front door. The closed and locked front door. He leaned down and attempted to use his mitted hand to unlock and open the door.

He didn’t make it. Luke and Tristan caught him and dragged him back towards the living room, just as Maxim reappeared. He saw the scene and stared forlornly at the wine stain. “A pity.”

Luke pressed his face as close to Tommy’s as the humiliator gag would allow. “You fucked up, boi. Big time. I warned you what would happen. But that’s fine. You clearly aren’t happy here with me. I understand.” He turned to Tristan and Maxim. “Gentlemen, I wonder if you could help me? I have a new procurement ready to be collected.”

“With pleasure.” Tristan smiled.

“I told you, Luke, a natural talent…” Maxim produced a pair of leather gloves and began donning them.

Tommy wailed into his gag, but the three men had gone deaf to his cries.

He was manhandled down to the basement. Maxim and Tristan held him firm while Luke searched for the perfect items to prepare Tommy.

He returned shortly with a rubber suit, a full body, encasing, shiny rubber. Tommy shook his head and tried to plead with his captors. “Plmmmmm mmmmm phmmmmmryyyyy plmmmmmmmmmphhhh!”

The trio made short work of stuffing Tommy into the tight rubber suit, removing the metal yoke and replacing it with leather cuffs; wrist, ankle, bicep, thigh, all locked and connected and pinning Tommy to himself. A matching leather collar was fitted around his struggling neck. The gag was removed, but Tommy’s screams were muffled by Maxim’s leather glove.

Luke wasn’t finished yet. He produced the gimp hood and held it up for Tommy. “I told you, boi. I have no use for a gimp. But you’ve proven that you aren’t suited for anything else. You’ve made it clear that you do not want me as a Master. Maxim and Tristan are better equipped to find a new one for you.”

“Mmmmnnnooo plmmmmsssss!” Tears streamed down Tommy’s face now. Luke hardened his expression and continued. Tommy’s wailing, crying face disappeared into the hood. A matching pecker gag was inserted and locked.

Luke brought over a sleepsack and the three men wasted no time in sealing in the remorseful slave. A blindfold was fitted and locked over Tommy’s eyes. “Good luck in your new life, Boi. May you find some happiness wherever you end up.”

Tristan produced a syringe and jabbed it into Tommy’s neck. As the slave faded, he could hear the three men discussing Tommy’s situation.

“Of course, we will reimburse you for these materials you were forced to use.” Maxim said.

“And we’ll keep you updated on his training and eventual purchase.” Tristan added.

“I don’t suppose either of you are interested, now that he’s on the market?” Luke laughed.

“After that display? Probably not.” Tristan joked back.

“But don’t worry. There are plenty of clients who love to break in unruly slaves. He won’t be on the market for long.” Maxim assured Luke.

Tommy felt himself being hoisted into the air and carried out of the basement, and then he was gone.

[DeeperThanRed]

Haze and Tommy gagged and muzzled with dirty socks and shoes:

Tristan and Maxim reappear:

Everything happened afterward:

Now I wonder what the job they wanted Luke to take care of - maybe supplying Tommy as new "merchandise" was enough contribution for now. Tommy, trying to escape, was a shock to me. He wasn't the most enthusiastic slave, but I thought he'd know better than try to force his luck.

I wonder if the rest of the Crew will accept the news easily. Sure, they only recently got to know the thief but I don't think they'll love the idea of losing one of their own and Luke potentially sees them as expendable.

What a wild chapter! I'm on the edge of my seat for the next entry!