Bath, Bed, and Beyond (No Relation to the Famous Chain of Stores) -- Beyond Part II: The Birth of a Slave
Siktici Copyright 2004
I know what to do now," Gary finally said. "I know what I must learn as your...as your slave. I must trust that you will not let any harm come to me, and that you will discipline me when I violate The Perfect Knowledge of The Singularity."
Regal in speech, crisp in concision, Gary spoke the words in truth and understanding, an understanding that Marty knew could only come from a journey to The Singularity. "Keep in your minds eye what resides in The Singularity. For all who glimpse The Singularity are changed forever," Gary remembered. He began making unconscious changes over the coming weeks. When Marty asked why he had done a thing, Gary replied, "It seemed the natural thing to do."
Indeed, such a natural thing: service. Giving freely one's mind and body for the use of another, yet Gary learned more than that before Marty died. He learned that The Perfect Knowledge existed in all things and all people, however, not all people could manage its intensity.
He had found such a man who could, in a place designed for fleeting moments and disappointments. Gary would have never admitted finding in the baths a Believer, but when he thought of his introduction to The Perfect Knowledge, The Singularity, he realized that how a Believer was found didn't matter. After all, his introduction had begun after a failed robbery. Now he faced the task of passing on The Perfect Knowledge, and to do that, the boy would have to enter The Singularity.
"The boy must submit to me without losing The Need", Gary thought. "It is The Need that bonds man to man and bounds slave to master; it is the hyphen that lies between S and M; and it is The Singularity that holds the Perfect Knowledge to satisfy The Need."
Obedience, submission, obedience, submission traded spaces in the boy's mind. "The chanting of words makes them flesh," he once read. The boy didn't know what was coming, but he did want to show obedience and did want to give submission. His silent prayer, at the moment the words left his lips, entered The Singularity.
The former slave was to be a slave owner: "It is the way of The Singularity," Gary thought. His journey to The Singularity came with Marty's fist, but the way differed for each man. As he thought about this boy's route, he again saw the boy looking at The Invader. "Yes, that must be the way," Gary thought. "Find the Need, the thing most wanted."
The machine had sat in the corner for a very long time. Gary had ordered it for his own use, but its novelty rapidly had worn off. Besides, he found getting fisted much more pleasurable.
Gary continued to rub the boy's smooth and taught body. Sliding his hands over the boy's oily flesh, he studied the boy's eyes. The Need certainly resided there.
"It's time, boy," Gary said.
"Permission to speak, Sir, " the boy said.
"Speak." Gary said, still in a commanding voice.
"Time for what, Sir?" The boy asked.
"Time to realize your potential" Gary said, and walked from the circle of light.
The boy wanted to shield his eyes from the staring eye of light, but the restraints prevented it. Slowly his attention turned to a low hum, so thick with vibration that he felt as if a woofer. The hum slowly increased in volume and tone, splitting into two distinct sounds: one sound modulated in tenor while the other countered in base. The sounds seemed to cause complete relaxation, even drowsiness, in the boy. He searched their sources and realized the sounds were inside his head, along with . . . he wasn't quite sure . . . a voice of instruction: "Enter The Singularity and fulfill your destiny."
The voice grew in volume until it and the alternating hum filled his mind, beat at his temple, and blinded his mind's eye. Yet, another sound scratched across the hypnotic trio of sound. The scritch of wheel to gritty surface, the strain of axle in wheel housing, and the sound of movement caused the boy to look for its source. From a dark corner, Gary moved The Invader to the foot of the table where the boy lay.
"Don't look down here," Gary said. The angry command brought the boy out of his drowsy state and brought mild fear to his mind. "I see I'm going to have to do something about your curiosity." From the rack, Gary brought over a blindfold and a gag. He held up the blindfold and added, "This is non-negotiable." But when he held up the gag, he asked, "Will I have to use this?"
When Gary tied the blindfold over the boy's eyes, the low hum rose in the boy's ears and split into the two tones he had heard earlier. Again, the voice rose between the sounds and declared, "Enter The Singularity and fulfill your destiny." Words that took on color and texture formed behind his lids; a certain melancholy gripped; him and a mixture of sadness and serenity traveled the length of his body. He swam in the tranquility of the growing universe in his mind.
Yet the backdrop of this universe, void of light, pregnant with sound, held the faint noise of function. The whir of a motor, the syncopated thump of engineering, and the slight tink of metal against metal formed several images in the boy's mind: assembly lines, steel arms moving mixtures in large vats, the never ending cycles of pulley's and cogs in a beast of machinery.
"Enter The Singularity and fulfill your destiny...Look into void to see your ultimate potential." The words blasted in his ear, one hand moved along his right leg, another followed his left leg, warming the surface of his skin as they traveled. They traced his inner thigh, found his cock, and massaged with feathery, yet tender strokes that sent him into heated tingles. His surface erupted in gooseflesh, smoothed, and erupted again. Each eruption traveling to the tip of his head where they lingered into a sensation as if his head was expanding, blossoming perhaps.
"All who enter The Singularity are changed forever," a voice said, but this time the boy recognized it immediately as Gary's. But what Gary spoke immediately after seemed as contrived phrasing, as if speaking in tongues. The humming, which had been two distinct sounds, merged back to a frequency so low that the boy felt its thud in his chest. Still the words, almost alien, continued to spill from Gary's lips.
Just when the boy thought the hum and the sensation of the massage to his cock would never stop, they did. Silence replaced the noise and the sensation; only he wasn't quite sure. But he was sure that lingering in the absence of the sound would drive him mad.
Actually, outside of the boy's mind everything continued as before. Gary continued to chant as he moved The Invader in position. Huffing between the boy's legs, the machine's long arm extended in a forward thrust, The Invader actually was a sophisticatedly designed paint mixer. Its large wheel mimicked the thrust of a pelvis with a much greater range of push-pull motion. It had several speeds that ranged from slow (Gary referred to this setting as Rock-a-bye Baby) to fast (referred to as Ramming Speed). Secured to the arm was a dildo the size of a Billy club. The dildo's generous covering of lubricant glistened in the overhead light.
In his universe of silence and darkness, the boy strained for clues, and as he resigned to float in nothingness, a familiar intruder pushed at his breathing asshole, retreated, and started again. With each advance his hole widen and his mind flourished in color. Waves of red and black moved across his mind as smaller points of light spiraled from a distant source.
Gary inched the arm of The Invader forward, and the slow speed of its advance and retreat began to tease the boy's asshole into acceptance. Seeing the process of acceptance, even though he fully understood it, held fascination and lust. The visual of a man's ass opening to invasion was more than erotic to Gary; it was almost a spiritual experience: the flowering of the sphincter, the unfolding of pink flesh that grows darker in shade as asslips spread away from the entrance--culminated into an ethereal event. Hearing the murmurs from the willing receiver, and the reaction to the arrival of The Singularity, were all visuals that he never tired of experiencing. Yet, he had to keep a close watch, because he had made a mistake in choosing men who he thought could handle a trip.
In the boy's mind the spiral in the distance began to move forward as the intensity of the dildo's advance seared at the initial breach of his entrance. He twisted this way and that, tense his body, and forced himself to take deep breaths as he slowly relaxed into The Invader's rhythm. And finally the searing stopped, his body went limp, and the spiral advanced. The sensation moved through him like warm fingers, as the dildo passed from his rectum to the next entrance. Slowly it advanced then retreated, advanced and retreated, all the while encouraging the spiral to move closer and closer.
Then he heard the sweet melody inside his head. It came first as a far off song, as if a melancholy bird perched nearby and sang its sorrow at being caged. Suddenly, he knew why the caged bird sang; and the thought, as foreign as it seemed, made him smile. Along with this, he noticed that the pain subsided, and in his mind's eye, he saw it lift like a cloud and travel away into the dark void behind the spiral.
As the first arm of the spiral approached, he heard the buzz of what sounded like a million bees and saw on the spiral's arm a million points of lights, but he couldn't fully discern the lights as they stretched. The spiral turned on itself as the dildo entered another chamber. A gathered wave of sensation caused him to piss a geyser that arced to the right and spilled to the floor. Another wave followed, and still another, until he again slumped to the table. He began to shake, quiver, and tingling in excitation never experienced.
Then another arm of the spiral approached, but slower than the first, and this time he could see the source of the buzz. This buzz didn't come from a million bees; these sources were figures, dressed in robes with red belts tied about their tunics. But from the belts he noticed the tunics were parted to reveal enormous horns that were their meaty cocks. Each cock had an enormous ring, whose chrome surface sparked small glints of light. Each figure had his head lifted and his mouth moving in song. As the spiral approached, he heard the same sweet melody from each man's lips that he had heard from Gary.
Near his ear, he heard Gary's declaration: "All who glimpse The Singularity are changed forever. Look, boy, and see what waits for you at its center. Remember what you see, boy, and know that it is your destiny."
And rather than speak the words, Gary sang them in the same sweet melody as the figures riding the spiral, which now rotated very slowly in front of the boy. When the light of the spiral decreased, its center expanded, and at its core stood another figure dressed as those riding the spiral's arms. The boy recognized the figure as himself, singing the same sweet melody. Then all song died except that of the central figure.
"I am the holder of your purpose," the figure said. "Look and understand your destiny." And the boy slowly nodded; it seemed the natural thing to do. The figure smiled and nodded, too. And after understanding passed between them, the spiral rioted in illumination and sped back into the darkness of the boy's mind.
A punch of excitation pounded above the boy's cock, causing him to V his body against his bondage. At another punch, he shook violently, squeezed his eyes tighter, and caused his cock to spew what he thought was more piss. Actually, splashes of come covered him in a sticky mess as more volleys left his cock and landed on the table and floor.
Gary, varying the speed of The Invader, watched the boy achieved a spectacular orgasm, and in his own mind he had witnessed the arrival of The Singularity and the exchange of understanding. Gary sang his chant of thanks, slowed The Invader, and waited for the boy to return to mortality.
"All who glimpse The Singularity are changed forever," Gary sang, and eased the dildo out of the boy's still gaping asshole. Gary had witnessed the passing of Perfect Knowledge and had witnessed the birth of a slave.