A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 11
A Horn Dog's Fate
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 11
Jason woke up from his nap and called for a servant. There was no response. He called again. Nothing. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he called the front gate.
"Has anyone left the mansion this morning?"
"Yes Sir. The servants' van went out about two hours ago."
Jason threw on shorts and a t-shirt, ran down the stairs and went straight to his office. Mike wasn't there. He ran to the servants' break room. No one. He tore through the rest of the mansion. He was alone! He went to his office and checked the security cameras. Apparently the gate guards had been watching them, because the one covering the driveway showed a naked and chained Mike getting into the van along with every single one of the servants.
The only people left on the property were the gate guards. Fat lot of good they were! Jason had fired the security chief, who was supposed to be monitoring the cameras when Charlie escaped. So no one had been checking the live feeds. He went to the servants' quarters. All of their personal belongings were gone. He went to Mike's room and unlocked the boy's closet. All of his clothes were still there.
Jason walked back to his office in a daze. His stomach was churning. His legs were weak. It was then that he saw he had an email from The Boss. Just the fact the email was there confirmed his worst fears. He had Mike, and the boy had gone to him voluntarily! With trembling hands, he opened the email.
Good afternoon Jason,
It seems you haven't treated your sons very well. They were so determined to deny you the option of selling them, that they gave themselves to me of their own free will. And Mike brings me news that you are on the verge of bankruptcy. You have nothing left to sell. Your mansion is mortgaged to the hilt. And it seems your clients have stopped paying.
And my research has unearthed a whole host of crimes you've committed, and thus far, gotten away with. I'm sure the District Attorney would be very grateful to have that information. The good news is, if I turn that information over, you would still have a roof over your head. It would be a prison cell, but that's probably better than your other options at this point.
Normally, I would just let you and your business fail and see you in prison. But I see potential in your business, if you have someone to handle collecting from your clients. I have people working for me who specialize in that.
But even then, the only way this works is if you off-load all of your secured debt. You would need to sell the mansion, your vehicles and all of your remaining assets. Even that would not put you in the black. You would still have your unsecured debt to pay off. But it would substantially reduce the negative cash flow. The debt would then be manageable, provided your clients start paying.
That does still pose a problem for you. You would have nowhere to live, no money for food and nowhere to conduct your business. So I have an offer for you. You won't like it, but you may decide it's better than bankruptcy and prison.
First, I will handle the sale of all your assets. I don't trust you. You may not have been convicted of anything--yet. But you are a criminal, after all.
Second, I will handle all finances for the business until it is once again very profitable. How profitable will be my decision. As you will have no income or assets for the foreseeable future, you will live here in my compound. I will provide you with food, shelter, and office space. I will charge you for this, but you won't have to come up with cash up front.
Third, I will require collateral. As the only collateral you can provide is the same that Jack provided, I will literally own you until such time as your business is viable and you have earned enough to pay me back for the services I will provide--plus interest. Let there be no doubt: you will be my slave until you have earned enough to buy your freedom.
Fourth, like your sons you are very hot. Especially for a thirty six year old man. So your body will be mine to use, share, or whore out any time I wish. This is not negotiable. The entire time you belong to me you will be naked and collared, to remind you of your status. The one promise I will make is that I will not sell you, as long as you are making progress with the business.
You run your business entirely on line, so none of your clients will see you naked and collared, as long as you're obedient and doing a good job. If your work is exceptional, you could earn your freedom and have your business, and your body back in a couple of years.
As Charlie and Mike have enslaved themselves to me of their own free will, you will not receive one dime for them. That will be true whether you spend time as my slave, or as a prisoner of the state.
I'm in no rush for an answer. Take the rest of the day. If you decide to give yourself to me, email and let me know by 9:00pm tonight. You will be picked up at 10:00am tomorrow. Bring your laptop and all of your business records. Nothing else.
You will present yourself to my associates stark naked. You will hand over your laptop and business records before entering the van. Inform the guards that the van is coming, and to just let it in.
If I do not hear from you by 9:00pm, you will still be picked up at ten tomorrow--by the police. You won't have to be naked for that, but I'm sure they'll arrive with a warrant for your business records, and for your arrest.
Regards,
The Boss
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Jason barfed into his wastebasket, drank some water, then sat back and thought about his situation. What The Boss demanded was infuriating and humiliating. But it was also the only way to recover his business and lifestyle. Normally, Jason would never consider The Boss as a business partner. There was an excellent chance he would simply take the business for himself and leave Jason with nothing.
But Jason reasoned he had two things going for him. First, at 36 years old, no matter how good looking he was, he didn't think anyone would actually want to buy him as a sex slave. Second, had it not been for his divorce, his ex-wife emptying his bank accounts, and his clients refusing to pay for some reason, he would be in great shape financially. He was a great businessman. And The Boss knew Jason could turn the business around.
So he had value to the man. And it was not a business The Boss could run himself. He needed Jason for this to work. He had no doubt The Boss and others would fuck him on a regular basis. The man might even let his sons watch. Could he handle that? He thought he could. Jason reminded himself that all three of his sons were going to be sold in 3rd world countries. They would never be in a position to tell anyone of his humiliation and submission.
And with The Boss' help, he had no doubt he could bankrupt his rivals, perhaps even gaining ownership of their sons. None of that constituted a light at the end of the tunnel--a glimmer, perhaps. But at this point, thanks to his sons' treachery, it was the best he could hope for.
Jason emailed The Boss, accepting his terms. But he did make one request. He asked that he not be whored out to anyone he knew, or knew of him--especially business rivals. Jason argued that this was in The Boss' best interest, if he wanted the business to be profitable.
The Boss emailed back, that as long as Jason was working hard and making progress, he would grant the request. But if The Boss was less than satisfied with Jason's efforts as both a businessman and a sex slave, he reserved the right to whore him out or sell him to the highest bidder. Jason sighed. That was clearly the best he could hope for. He had to admit, The Boss sure knew how to motivate.
The next morning, promptly at ten, Jason stepped outside with a rolling cart filled with his business records and laptop. And as ordered, he was stark naked. And a beautiful sight! At 36, Jason was in his absolute prime. He didn't have the slender frame his sons had. His shoulders and chest had filled out a bit as he matured.
But there wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere. He wasn't body builder big, but he was well defined, with hard abs, a defined Vee, chiseled pecs, defined shoulders and biceps, and a stunningly beautiful face. Not as vulnerable looking as his sons, due to his maturity, but still incredibly desirable--for the right person, even more desirable!
His cobalt blue eyes had a dangerous glint to them. Not surprising, once you knew he was a sociopath. But that fact would make him largely indifferent to pain. Humiliation, on the other hand, would infuriate him. He would display no reaction to being humiliated, but he would remember. And the whole time he was a slave to The Boss, he would be quietly planning revenge. Whether he had an opportunity to implement that revenge was doubtful, but the man intended to be ready. And the planning would be a good hobby, to keep him from losing his shit.
The large black windowless Ford Transit pulled up in front of him. Four large, muscular black men, got out and came over to him. Two took the laptop and rolling cart and loaded it into the back. The other two collared Jason, restrained his arms behind his back, and attached a one foot chain between his ankles. Jason had not been expecting this, but knew he was in no position to object.
The two men literally picked Jason up, opened the side door and loaded him in. Jason knew he was now officially out of options. He belonged to The Boss. The two men who had loaded the cart got in the front seats. The other two climbed in with Jason.
It came as no surprise to him that these men spent the entire trip playing with his wonderful body. It was difficult for him, but the man managed to remain still. He was actually grateful for the restraints. He might have become violent, had that been an option. He knew when he'd agreed to be The Boss' slave, that he would see constant use by black men. But never having had any contact with Negroes, he didn't realize how much it would revolt him.
Jason had never admitted it to himself, but he was a racist. He had never employed anyone of color, and had no black friends. Actually, Jason didn't have any friends at all. He had charmed, used and betrayed everyone who was foolish enough to let him into their lives. It had now reached the point where no one he knew wanted anything to do with him. And he simply didn't care. The only emotion the lack of friends caused him, was mild annoyance that he had no one he could use.
As the four black hands wandered over his helpless body, Jason went rigid, but made no attempt to fight it. His first real humiliation came when one of the men started playing with his junk--and he got hard. How could this happen?! He was revolted by the whole situation! Why was his dick going rigid?!
The larger of the two men, and clearly the leader said, "Nice meat. Not as big as The Boss of course, or most of us. But not bad for a pretty white boy. Too bad you won't have any use for it."
All four black men laughed at the comment. Jason bit down on his lower lip to keep from screaming obscenities at them. Fingers started exploring his ass, as hands twisted his nipples and squeezed his balls. Jason knew he had to tolerate this for at least the next two years. He couldn't afford to fuck things up his first day. He didn't want to think about what they would do to him, if he fought back.
Finally, the van slowed significantly and made a right turn. In the back of the windowless van Jason couldn't see a thing and had no idea where they were. He had never bothered to learn the location of The Boss' compound. But it didn't really matter. The only reason he would be leaving it, would be if he was being whored out. He could only hope his renters would be white men who had no idea who he was.
The gate guards opened up the van for inspection. And what they inspected was Jason. They pawed every inch of his body, then announced they had to inspect his `prison wallet.' Jason didn't know what that was, but by the time they'd finished reaming his ass with their fingers, he had a pretty good idea. So, that was two more big black men to contend with. Jason wondered how many The Boss employed.
When the gate guards had finished with him, the van drove up to the side entrance of the main building. Jason was hauled out, and carried up the stairs to The Boss' office. They took him straight in, and stood him in front of The Boss' huge desk. About five minutes later The Boss entered the room.
"Holy crap!" Jason thought, though he displayed no emotion. "The fucker is huge. If the guards weren't exaggerating about the man's dick size, this could get really painful."
The Boss ordered his guards to release Jason's arms. They did so, and then carried the naked slave over to the shower head. Jason had the chain between his ankles removed. Then wrists and ankles were connected to the floor and ceiling chains and he was pulled into a spread-eagled position. Jason was confused, but compliant. Anything that delayed getting fucked was fine with him.
The hose was shoved up his ass, and he was given several enemas. Once that was complete, with no explanation, his body was covered with the depilatory cream. After fifteen minutes of increasing burning pain, the cream was showered off, along with all of his body and facial hair. Jason looked down in surprise. And he couldn't help himself. Finally, he spoke.
"What the hell?! How long before it grows back?!"
The Boss slapped him hard across the face, stunning the hairless naked slave.
"You are never to speak to me without permission. If I ask you a direct question, permission is implicit."
Jason couldn't believe it. No one had ever hit him. He was too scary for people to fuck with! And he couldn't possibly have responded. He was naked and spread-eagled. Only now, was the reality sinking in. He was completely helpless. This was a new experience for Jason. His whole life he had been the one making others helpless. And he loved the feeling of power that had given him.
Now everything relied on pleasing this man. Any hope of recovering his freedom and his business would be gone if this man wasn't satisfied with his efforts, both in business and in bed. He really was a slave!
At that moment, his fourteen year old son Charlie walked into the office. He was buck naked and collared, rock hard, and looked so hot that Jason threw and instant hard-on. This was the only son he hadn't fucked. His first impulse was to convince The Boss to let him fuck the boy. Then he looked into the boy's eyes. Jason knew that look. Charlie expected to fuck him!
"Charlie was smart enough to negotiate his surrender to me, before he left your house. As he is a total top, he will be sold to a power bottom. In the meantime, when I whore him out it's almost always to a bottom. He is helping me break in the two boys who tried to kidnap him when he ran, and per our agreement he gets to fuck his brothers and you. I've made a bet with him. When he takes your anal cherry, if he makes you cum, he also gets to throat fuck you and take your oral cherry as well. You had better hope he makes you cum. Once he's done with you, your cock will be locked away in a cock cage for the rest of the time I own you. So you will either get one last orgasm from Charlie, or you won't get one for years."
Jason was not pleased. He had figured his boys would see him getting fucked. He did not even consider the possibility that they would get to fuck him! The man consoled himself knowing they would be sold overseas, and never get the opportunity to tell anyone about this. But that didn't ease his feeling of humiliation. And now he was getting even more humiliated, because his cock was now dripping! It's like the humiliation was turning him on! Jason buried the fury deep and remained stoic on the outside. But he promised himself he would find a way to make The Boss pay.
Charlie came up behind his father, and began to play with the man's amazing body. He had always secretly wanted to turn his father into his plaything. The idea of turning out a man so powerful and sadistic really turned him on! And that was especially true, once the boy became aware of his father's plans for him.
Charlie knew he would spend the rest of his life as the plaything of others. But even though the young teen would always be submissive, he would still get to top, at least most of the time. But even if he had faced the same fate as his brothers, it would have been well worth it, to have this one moment using his father! And he was determined to make the man cum. He wanted to take his oral cherry as well. And after, if The Boss allowed it, he wanted to torture the man, the way he had been tortured.
But above all, he wanted to fuck him before anyone else, and that was going to happen! Charlie's attention returned to the matter at hand, when his naked, hairless, spread-eagled father began to moan at his touch. It was time to start finger fucking him. The boy started with one lubed finger, relaxing the hole, and working his father's prostate. Jason's moaning increased, as did his humiliation and helpless fury.
Two fingers, then three. Charlie had to ease up on the prostate stimulation, as he was afraid his father would blow his load before Charlie had a chance to enter him. He let the man calm down a little. As Jason's cock began to deflate slightly, Charlie moved in behind his father and penetrated with one hard thrust. Jason screamed as Charlie's cock rammed home. The Boss was very pleased. So was Charlie!
The cute teen slave wanted to cause this man pain as well as humiliation. So he pulled all the way out, then rammed his tool all the way back in. He did this several times. When he heard his father begin to struggle with his emotions, and his breathing became ragged, he smiled and began to fuck in earnest. He rapidly pounded his father's ass, focusing on prostate stimulation. Charlie looked over the man's shoulder and confirmed there were tears streaming down his face.
Charlie slowed up when he felt himself getting close. He was determined not to cum first! When he slowed up, his father moaned and began humping Charlie's cock. The little teen slave knew he had his father right where he wanted him! Two minutes later, Jason went into auto-hump. He didn't want to. But his body had taken over.
The man would have preferred getting locked up for years without this orgasm, just to deny the satisfaction to Charlie. But the kid was a virtuoso! There wasn't a darn thing Jason could do about it. To make things worse, it was probably the best orgasm the man had ever had. And it went on and on, as Charlie continued to fuck him.
Finally a very satisfied Charlie came. He continued to hump his father's ass, until his cock finally started to go soft. He pulled out abruptly, causing his father a little more pain. Charlie walked around to the front of his spread-eagled father, with a big grin on his face. The man was heaving for breath as tears continued to stream down his face. Charlie let out a delighted laugh. The Boss grinned and smacked the man's ass.
Charlie then had the privilege to locking up his father's cock with a stainless steel cock cage.
The Boss said, "I'm going to keep Charlie for a couple of years before I sell him. And anytime he wants you, he can have you. I have to say, this was very entertaining. Your boy is a terrific top. And he's earned the right to fuck your throat and take your oral cherry."
Jason was not amused.
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