Iroppoi Herususentaa

By TopLegal

Published on Feb 3, 2023

Gay

Part 10 =======

By TopLegal

WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse

and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this

offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or

you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of

characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

(c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via

Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are

met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay

site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

Day 1 -----

I woke up the next morning full of vigor and excitement. After

months of grueling training, I would enter the workout area of the

Iroppoi Herususentaa as a full fledged sex slave on my first day

of duty.

Without thinking, I popped all of my morning pills and then headed

out for breakfast. William was half way through his shake and I

picked mine up and drank it straight.

"Excited," William asked.

"Quite."

He smiled at me, "I remember my first day two years ago like it

was yesterday."

"William, question, if you hate gay sex so much, why doesn't

working the floor bug you at all?"

"Hypnosis and mind control, same reason you wretch if you forget

your mind control pills in the morning. They have me wired up to

think of it like a military training game in the club, it is only

during nights out and escorts that I can feel the true revulsion

of what they have made me."

I finished my shake and hugged William. "If it makes you feel

better, I let Daniel go home to think about the meaning of the

word 'slave.'"

William finished his shake and then suggested we meditate and rest

further before heading over to the club.

At ten to noon we headed over to the club, we went straight

through the main doors and into the slave picture hallway. My

picture was at the end with a large banner reading, "STARTING

TODAY."

I followed William to the locker room, took off my kimono and my

Rolex and put on my white jockstrap, white athletic socks and

white sneakers and waited.

It was only 1158.

Mentally, without needing the watch I counted the remaining

seconds. Then it was like any other workday had started.

I turned around and found three members in black jockstraps

waiting for me and I gladly bent over a waist high bar placed in

the locker room for just this sort of anal action to allow the

tops to fuck my brains out.

Steam Room ----------

An older black male top led me towards the steam room and I, of

course, followed willingly. He strapped me belly-down to a pommel

horse placed in the sauna for fucking slave boys.

He took me first in the steam room as eight tops watched on. His

massive block rod snaked into me and rammed me through. I moaned

in appreciation as he reamed my ass thoroughly.

After he shot his load he moved to the side and allowed the next

top to take me. Seven fucks later I was dripping man sperm from my

fuck hole and feeling a bit tired and my shift had barely begun. I

stood myself up and profusely thanked all of the tops for fucking

me and headed to the gym itself.

In the gym I managed to do my first rep and then a top asked me to

switch places and squat thrust ride his cock. I did it eagerly.

I noticed William on the other end of the gym squatting another

guy. The squat thrust fuck was such a thrill for me, I had

tremendous control over the speed, depth, and intensity of the

fuck. Using those tools I could make it take a while for the guy

or send him over the edge in seconds.

The most unusual position I ended up in was doing upside down

"pull-ups" so my cock was at waist height as I controlled my fall

to the floor and then raised myself back up repeatedly.

Wolf-san approached and ordered me to freeze in place. I had to

support my weight with my elbows half bent as he stroked my cock

to orgasm. I tried to hold off the orgasm as long as possible so

he could enjoy giving me the hand job, but it was hard to hold

myself up.

I managed to hold out for twenty minutes and then I shot my load

onto Wolf-san's arm. He then allowed me to release. I got onto my

knees and then licked my own cum off Wolf-san's arm.

He kissed me on the forehead and thanked me.

91 Guys Later -------------

I spent the next eight hours being fucked by top after top.

Periodically, Wolf-san would interrupt and drain me of cum. My

fuckhole felt raw from all of the fucking, but strangely it felt

good to be used to intensely by man after man.

When the ordeal was over, I would have sworn that my fuckhole was

red, but in the shower, I could see that the Iroppoi's gene

manipulations, had toughened up my fuckhole to withstand intense

sexual usage.

I showered without interruption and then headed to Tanaka-san's

office. He congratulated me on a job well done and sent me home.

William greeted me warmly. Finally I was a true initiate to the

twisted world of the Iroppoi.

Escort Duty -----------

The next two days were a bit calmer with a limit of five

squat-thrust fucks per session and ten fucks total. My slave

training was so complete that I gave absolutely no thought to my

treatment in any way other than that it was exactly what I should

be doing.

I am after all a sex slave.

Saturday morning Tanaka-san informed me that Sumisu-san would be

visiting with the band and wanted to use me again. I took the

instructions and then went to the gym for an uninterrupted

workout.

Around 1500, I suited up in the tech-thong, a pair of jeans that

was a size too tight and a white muscle-T. I put on dress shoes

and headed out for the fifty-block walk to the hotel. I paced

myself as instructed to get my heart rate up and arrived at the

hotel at exactly 1700.

I was allowed unimpeded to the floor where Sumisu-san and the band

were staying. The door was open a crack and I went in without

knocking.

"Ethan," Sumisu-san called out, "come on in."

"Hey guys," I said waving my hand.

One of the band members called out, "We've been having a lot of

fun with 'John' since your last visit."

Another offered, "Anyhow, 'John' promised that he could invite you

over to join in our continued fun."

Sumisu-san stood up and stripped down to a thong. Without

prompting, I copied. Two of the band members approached me and led

me to the coffee table where I kneeled on top of it so my ass was

facing one band member and mouth the other.

The remaining two band members positioned Sumisu-san similarly.

Then the face and ass fucking began. The four young band members

fucked Sumisu-san and me endlessly without orgasm.

The young band mates took care to hold their orgasms until after

Sumisu-san shot his load and then took further pains to shoot

their loads in his mouth.

The initial fucks over, I was ordered to haul Sumisu-san over my

ass and spank him to tears. 'Michael' handed me a hair brush and I

pulled 'John' over my lap for a bare butt spanking.

It took about ten minutes. But I had Sumisu-san writhing in pain

and crying like a huge baby.

'Michael' then ordered us to switch. I held out for thirty before

consciously deciding to start crying. I found the sensations of

Sumisu-san spanking me to be very reinforcing of my role as a sex

slave.

"'John'," 'Michael' said, "amazing how Ethan here really helped us

see what a little faggot fuck toy you are."

Sumisu-san was kneeling on the floor in front of Michael and

nodding submissively. Michael continued, "I think that you really

will have to quit your Iroppoi club as a top and sign up like

Ethan here to be a fuck toy slave boy."

John started crying and Michael just forced his cock into John's

mouth. "Ethan do you think he could start working as a slave?"

I shook my head, "he can be your private fuck toy though."

Michael took on a shit eating grin. "Absolutely, he already is and

we have paid the club a buy out fee of $25 million. Tonight was

the last time he will ever see you or the other Iroppoi slaves."

One of the other band members picked up the hairbrush and while

John was still sucking Michael's cock began to administer a brutal

butt blistering assault on John's bare ass.

I was escorted out of the room at 2300.

Underwear Night 2 -----------------

Sunday was underwear night and William was ordered to go to

underwear night again. I had my own marching orders. Daniel had

been identified as a good candidate for involuntary slavery.

At $250,000 for an unsuspecting guy in certain private Thai clubs,

the Iroppoi occasionally assisted in kidnapping. William resented

our purpose. But he was wearing a jockstrap for easy fucking

action. I had my tech-thong on.

I saw Daniel Parente alone in the corner. I approached him as

William went for his first conquest of the evening.

"Hey Daniel," I said as I approached him and kissed him on the

lips passionately. I timed the kiss with a release of a pheromone

from one of my implants. The pheromone would help seduce the young

teen. I led the eager boy to the back room and passionately fucked

his ass in the corner until he orgasmed three times.

After fucking him I told him I was moving back to Japan and wanted

him to come with me. He was eager to please me and I gave him some

detailed instructions.

Daniel's Abduction ------------------

Sitting in Tanaka-san's office the next morning I had quite the

intelligence view of Daniel Parente's movements. Instead of

driving to school he went to the train station and left the car

unlocked with the keys in the ignition.

He paused at the payphone and found an envelope wedged into the

phone. He picked it up, opened the envelope and read the

instructions:

Take the next train to center city, when you get there exit the

train and look for a homeless man wearing an orange ski cap.

Give him a twenty-dollar bill and he will give you your next

instructions.

Make sure to take this letter and the envelope with you.

Through the surveillance camera I watched Daniel put the envelope

into his pocket and step onto the platform to await the train.

The surveillance picked up in the station where a homeless guy

inside the waiting area took a twenty from Daniel and handed him

another note:

Board the next Amtrak to Quebec. Locker #854 will open with

combination 4298 and has your ticket, a new ID for you to use

and some clothing to put on.

Do not talk to anyone on your trip and use your pseudonym. Keep

this note with the other in the bag in the locker.

I'll see you on board.

Love,

Ethan

Daniel picked up his bag, placed the fake ID and passport in his

wallet along with the cash and then put on the baseball cap and

designer glasses to help disguise his identity.

Tanaka-san put me in a car to the next station where I would board

the train to meet Daniel.

I boarded the train under a false passport marking me as Richard

Crowley and made my way through the train to find

Daniel--Jonathan--had saved me a seat.

I approached Jonathan and saw the empty seat and asked, "Mind if I

join you?"

"Nah," Jonathan replied.

I sat down and introduced myself, "Richard."

"Jonathan," he replied back.

"Where you headed?"

"Montreal."

"Me too," I said.

I reached into my bag without thinking, pulled out my pill bottle,

and took my mind control pill. I then dived into my bag for a

magazine. I had Games Magazine and flipped it open to a crossword

puzzle.

Jonathan asked if he could help and I let him work on the puzzle

and kibitzed the answers. We were completely unnoticed as two

young guys traveling.

In Montreal, we cleared customs separately since I went through

the Candian's line as Giroux LeBlanc. We did share a cab ride to a

massive downtown hotel where I paid cash for one night in the

hotel.

I then headed out with Jonathan for dinner and we headed back to

the hotel together. While Jonathan was in the shower, I followed

my instructions and confiscated all of Daniel's identity papers

that marked him as "Daniel Parente." I substituted his original

set of fake IDs for a Japanese passport marked as "Tom Sato."

My own Japanese passport was ready and I concealed all of the fake

documents in a secret pouch in my bag and took another mind

control pill. If I had any sympathy for Daniel's plight, the

dominant mind controlled personality that controlled me could not

express it.

"Hey Tom," I offered, "ready for Japan?"

"Really," Daniel responded, eager to tour the world and in a bit

of a daze as to how he was being made to disappear.

I had him suck my tits and drink my man milk which helped make him

more suggestible. We fell asleep in each other's embrace.

In the morning we rushed to the airport and checked in for a

Tokyo-bound flight. In Tokyo, we breezed into the country as odd

"white" visitors who had somehow acquired citizenship. An car from

the Iroppoi whisked us to the club facility where I quickly found

myself in a familiar "cell."

Daniel was so disoriented from his whirlwind trip that he quickly

passed out on my chest after sucking up another dose of my mind

bending man milk.

In the morning, I was pulled out of the cell early and shown the

newspaper articles about the disappearance of a "Daniel Parente"

within the states. It turned out his car had been stolen and the

two thieves were in custody on suspicion of murder.

I was given my instructions on where Daniel would be sold along

with the routing information for the accounts. It appeared the

deal was for $250,000 for a white slave that could not become

infected with AIDS.

The club had only about $15,000 in expenses and I would get

$50,000 for my work. I was sent back to the cell to await Daniel's

return from the medical procedures that were immunizing him

against STDs.

Write the Author ----------------

These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping

some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com.

See other works by me at http://www.asstr.org/~TopLegal/

$$

Next: Chapter 11


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