He stood beside me and spoke in my ear, keeping his long middle finger inside me, gently probing. He wet his other hand in my mouth and stroked my cock. I watched in the mirror—his lean profile, the rolling muscles in his stroking arm, my mouth left gaping open like an idiot’s.

“I’ve been paid twenty-five thousand dollars for what I’m about to do to you, Bill.” Stroking, probing. “But that was for a man who wanted it. Or thought he did. And he wasn’t very attractive. You are, Bill. Big cock. Hard ass.” He frowned at my chest. “All that hair is unfortunate. It hides your muscles. You’ll look better after the hoop.”

He slid his finger from my ass, gave my cock a hard squeeze, and released it. He stood before me and slipped the chains from his forearm. There were two of them, one quite long, the other the length of a bracelet. They were made like dog chokers, with nooses and sliding rings to control the pressure.

He put the bigger chain over my head and pulled it tight around my neck. The metal was as cold as ice, unnaturally cold. The loose end hung between my pecs. Then he slid the smaller chain over my cock and balls, circled them tight and left the end dangling from the underside of my testicles.

He bent over and retrieved the padded handcuffs, twisted my arms behind my back, and cuffed my wrists. He stood in front of me and smiled grimly.

“And now this,” he said, “since symbols are so important to both of us.” He unsnapped the leather band from my arm. I felt as if my last protection had been stripped from me. He tried to fit it over his own left biceps, but the muscle was too big. Instead, he slipped it over my right arm and snapped it tight.

He stepped aside so I could see myself in the mirror. Naked. Cock hard and circled with cold steel. Arms bound. Choker around my neck. Leather strap on the right, marking my subservience. I groaned inside, confused and helpless. In five minutes, against my will, he had completely reversed our roles. And I had no idea how he had done it.

Then, as fogged as my mind was, I noticed something. I couldn’t be certain in the dim light, but the silver chains around my neck and cock seemed to glow faintly, circled by a ghostly blue light. As I watched, the blue aura grew stronger, until I saw it clearly in the glass, like wisps of phosphorescent blue mist around my neck and between my legs.