Part 11 =======
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
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Japan Work ----------
My cell time was interrupted by an announcement in Japanese over
the loudspeaker instructing me to put an eight-hour day in on the
gym floor.
I left the cell and went to the elevator. At the exit of the
elevator a fully clothed Japanese man uttered a locker number to
me in Japanese: "341."
I found a perfectly sized white, bottom, jockstrap as well as
socks and athletic shoes for my usage. I checked my mental clock
and determined it was about 1600 local time. I would be up till
midnight on the gym floor.
On the floor the Japanese businessmen wasted no time in
interrupting my work out routine to fuck my brains out. They were
rougher than most of the American tops and tended to slap me a bit
before as if to assert their dominance. Not that it was needed. I
am after all a good little slave boy for the Iroppoi.
Around midnight I wound down after having been fucked by about
fifteen guys and given an equal number of blowjobs. Back at my
cell I found Daniel curled up in a corner sobbing softly.
Thailand --------
"What's the matter Daniel?"
He looked up at me and pleaded, "I want to go home."
"Come here," I beckoned as I pulled off my T-shirt revealing my
muscular chest and ample nipples. He stood up and came across the
room to me. I pushed his mouth down onto my nipples and encouraged
him to suck. As he sucked and my mind control-laced man-milk
filled his mouth and stomach, the effect was quick.
He stopped crying. Then he became attentive as I explained he was
going to be sold into slavery and not give me any resistance or
complain about it to me again.
He agreed and I could see the conflict I had set up in his brain
between his self-realization of what he had allowed to happen to
himself and the simple clear instructions he now felt a strong
compunction to follow.
We fell asleep in each other's embrace.
The next morning we were transported in the trunk of a limo to a
remote air strip where we were loaded into a special transport
crate and which was loaded into the cargo hold of a plane.
I could tell Daniel was scared, but my simple mind control
instructions had the desired effect of procuring his unwilling
cooperation and silence.
We cleared customs inside the crate and then were transported by
truck to a warehouse. I attached a dog collar to Daniel's neck and
led him by a leash to a waiting car. The car took us to a sex club
that catered to foreign visitors.
I led the two of us into the club through a back entrance. The
club's owner greeted me warmly and I handed Daniel's leash to the
owner who roughly grabbed the boy and forced him to his knees.
The owner ripped Daniel's clothing off with a knife and inspected
the Daniel like a product on a shelf in the supermarket.
The owner nodded and I handed him the transfer instructions.
Daniel was kneeling on the floor, clearly terrified but unable to
complain. I leaned towards him and whispered, "if you are smart
you'll cooperate since this guy won't hesitate to beat the crap
out of you."
The owner returned with a receipt and invited me to stay but I
decided to head out. The car was waiting for me and I stepped into
it and could only imagine what the rest of Daniel's life would be
like.
The car took me to one of the fanciest hotels in Thailand where I
checked in under my own name: Ethan Hunt. A huge suite awaited me
and I took a bubble bath to relax.
When I came out of the bath a young Japanese man about my age,
dressed all in tight black leather was standing in the center of
the room with a tawse.
In Japanese he said, "to make sure you remember who you are slave.
FREEZE."
I became paralyzed as the young Japanese man lashed every inch of
my flesh from my ankles to my shoulders with the tawse. I could
see my frozen body in the mirror as the punishment was
administrated. As my skin turned redder and redder the little free
spirit inside of me seemed to float further and further away as
the pain became more and more intense.
When he finished the man announced, "tomorrow you will visit
Daniel to help you contemplate just how well you are treated at
the Iroppoi."
I could not speak or move still and was in unspeakable pain.
The man laughed at my predicament. "When I leave, wait ten minutes
before you move."
With that my tormenter dropped the tawse on the floor and walked
out.
I silently counted the ten minutes before I could move. I badly
wanted another bath to soothe my beaten flesh but instead flopped
onto the bed and forced myself to get some sleep.
In the morning there was no evidence of my thrashing visible.
However, the tawse still lay on the floor. Also, my body was still
sore from the violent thrashing.
I marveled at the Iroppoi's medical techniques. There was some
latex clothing for me to put on in the dresser so I donned a latex
bodysuit and then put on a pair of extremely tight fitting jeans
and a white mock turtleneck.
I looked around the room and noticed my travel bag on the entry
dresser. I picked the bag up and put the provided wallet and
passport into my pockets. I was now myself again: Ethan Hunt. For
a fraction of a second that seemed wrong, but the thought passed.
Then I got a hard on thinking about getting to see Daniel Parente
in honest to goodness involuntary slavery.
An airline ticket home was in the bag. I slung the bag over my
shoulder and hit the bathroom to fix my hair and brush my teeth.
Then I walked out of the hotel, pausing only briefly to check out.
I hailed a taxi and gave directions in English to the sex club. It
was already midday and the club was surprisingly busy. The owner
let me in without the normal $1,000 cover charge.
Daniel was on the center stage and tied to a waist-high wheel with
his ass sticking out and his legs tied to the floor. The device
was ingenious in that the boy could be rotated around to be fucked
by multiple sex partners or even permit two or three boys to share
the carousel.
Other slaves were locked in cages around the room too. The owner
explained that the slaves on the floor got fucked at will as part
of the cover charge. The backrooms ran another $100 for a
half-hour.
I approached Daniel who on closer inspection had deep whip marks
in his back already. The owner offered, "he really has quite the
tongue. Most of our boys are Thai and know better than to talk
back."
"Well you wanted a genuine American slaveboy."
"True," the owner commented as he pulled out his dick and rammed
it into Daniel's ass. Daniel let out a stream of curses which as
soon as the owner finished fucking him resulted in several savage
blows of a cat-o-nine tail from one of the paid employees.
Daniel was sobbing and his back was bleeding. The owner was
annoyed with the employee for breaking the skin, "take him back to
the cell."
Daniel was removed forcibly and carried struggling back to the
prison cells for the slaves. I decided against visiting the slave
chambers and left unmolested.
At the airport I could not shake some thoughts of sympathy for
Daniel's plight. I had so many advantages, the prosthetics, the
genetic modifications, the hypnotic training, the biofeedback
control. But he had none of those. He had just been abducted,
somewhat willingly, by me and swept into a new life of pain and
servitude.
On the plane I fell asleep quickly and was glad to land in the
States. I picked up the newspaper and read about how the DA had
been forced to drop murder and kidnapping charges against the
thieves that stole Daniel's car.
I got home and found that William was already at work. Tanaka-san
debriefed me and then expected me to work the last four hours of
my shift. I did it completely willingly and happy to be serving as
a sex slave and glad that I wasn't stuck like Daniel.
Hollywood ---------
The next morning I was woken up at 0700 and rushed out the door
with barely a chance to pee by Tanaka-san to get on a flight to
Hollywood.
A major star--another Sumisu-san--wanted a blowjob boy on the
set. I was given no information about who it was until I got to
LAX. I was greeted by a limo driver holding a sign that said
"HUNT."
I had only the smallest personal "manbag" with me. The limo
driver took me to the Bel-Air where I was ushered up to one of
the suites. I found a huge array of expensive luggage packed
with my name on it as well as a note.
We are filming in New Zealand, I have paid $10 million to have
you at my side non-stop for the next three months.
You will be staying in a private cottage I am renting ostensibly
as a distant cousin helping keep my house.
On most days you will spend ten or more hours a day in extremely
confining bondage. I will also be fucking you regularly. You
will also be expected to periodically make your way to the set
discretely to give me blowjobs in my trailer
JS
The prospect of a trip to New Zealand excited me. Knowing how much
John Sumisu had paid to have me exclusively made me feel valuable.
The thought of such extensive bondage was also exciting. I flopped
onto the bed and jerked myself off.
After orgasming, I ripped the note up and flushed the pieces down
the toilet.
Around 1900 there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a
young bellhop with a note. I tipped the boy five and opened the
notecard.
Ethan:
I am in the restaurant please join me in a tuxedo promptly. You
will recognize me, cousin.
JS
The last word was a cue to the pretext. I was Sumisu-san's cousin.
I would also avoid the Japanese honorifics in public. I put on a
tuxedo that was hanging in one of the closets and quickly made my
way to the Restaurant.
I scanned the room and noticed three well dressed men apparently
sitting alone. Two had their back to me. One I could rule out
visually. I hesitated and the maitre de approached.
"Sir, may I assist you," he offered.
"I believe my cousin was already seated," I responded.
"Ah, yes, he is expecting you," the maitre de responded and led me
to one of the two tables. My "cousin" stood and embraced me
warmly. I recognized the famous star immediately.
My meal had already been ordered, but I did not find that strange
or object. "Excellent table manners," John remarked midway through
the meal, "you are every bit as well trained as promised. Also,
you are quite bright."
I beamed slightly and thanked him for the compliment.
"When do we go to New Zealand?"
"Monday," he said, "I just figured for what this is costing I
might as well enjoy some time with you in LA."
"Will you be staying here with me then cousin?"
"Yes, I will," he said and smiled at me wickedly.
Torment -------
After dinner, in my suite, I was quickly reminded of my station by
Sumisu-san. From the luggage a huge array of bondage equipment
emerged.
"Strip," he said in a commanding tone that left me no doubt that I
would suffer if I hesitated. I quickly undressed as Sumisu-san
finished removing a full store's worth of bondage gear from my
luggage.
A leather straight jacket was my first companion. Sumisu-san knew
many of the tricks taught to Iroppoi bondage boys and barked at me
to suck in my gut and fully tightened the straightjacket to the
point that I could barely breathe.
My cock was rock hard from being bound up and Sumisu-san pressed
on, locking my cock in a steel cage and then binding my legs
together with restraints. My cock strained vainly against the
metal rods of the cage for release, but it was firmly trapped. My
butthole was readily accessible to the young star and he pushed me
over a counter and rammed his cock in without any lube.
I self-lubricated as quickly as I realized what was going to
happen so his cock entered easily without tearing and I enjoyed
the fuck greatly.
After fucking me he mocked me openly to right myself while in the
straightjacket and with my legs bound together. He laughed as I
fell onto the floor on my first attempt and verbally humiliated me
as I struggled to comply with his order on the second attempt and
failed again.
Stuck on the floor he showed off about twenty-thousand dollars
worth of suspension bondage equipment that would be used on me
during our stay in New Zealand.
"Now I recognize that you are 'modified' to make it possible for
you to escape from most situations," Sumisu-san said in a tone one
might normally use to lecture a recalcitrant school boy. "But, I
want to emphasize that if you ever damage a piece of my bondage
equipment you will be tied to a tree and whipped so severely you
will regret the day you were born."
I nodded meekly.
"Now get yourself free," he said as he gut punched me and knocked
me onto the floor.
I worked to dislocate my shoulders and pull my arms out of the
sleeves of the straightjacket and then remove it. He had done a
thorough job with the straightjacket and I doubted that Houdini
would have been able to escape. It took me about seven minutes of
intense breath control along with the ability I had to move my
shoulders and arms in abnormal positions to get out.
I then used prosthetics to pick the locks restraining my ankles.
"Very good," Sumisu-san said. His cock was bulging, aroused by my
escape. "Leave the cock-cage on and clean up the equipment and put
it away."
I did as instructed and packed everything away.
"Good, now do you need to pee before I lock you up for the night?"
"Please Sumisu-san, that would be most appreciated."
"Use the shower Ethan, I don't want that cock-cage to come off
till before our flight."
I nodded and went into the shower and turned it on and had to pee
myself to relieve my bladder. When I stepped back into the room he
had attached straps and restraints to the posts of the main bed. I
hopped into the bed without prompting and got on my back.
Sumisu-san spread me out and restrained me spread eagle.
"That will do, now stay until morning boy." Sumisu-san walked out
of the bedroom and shut the door. I heard the TV go on in the next
room and the sounds of hetero-porn. I used biofeedback to relax my
body and put myself to sleep.
I woke up with Sumisu-san sprawled on top of me and his rigid cock
pushing against my chest. He was staring into my eyes when I
opened them.
"You are quite the pretty boy Ethan, the club was right to select
you." His lips brushed against mine but did not fully connect.
Kissing was prohibited to reduce chances of tops and boys falling
in love. But the brush of his lips aroused me and my cock strained
against the metal cage.
"Domo arigatou goziamasu," I responded enthusiastically.
"The last time I hired a blowjob boy from the club he was not
trained for advanced bondage and found the ten-plus hour sessions
I like to do quite a strain. I ended up able to use him for
extended bondage only once a week."
"I am sorry to hear that one of my fellow slaves was inadequate
for your needs in anyway."
His lips brushed against mine again and then he licked my ear. "I
have very specific requirements and finding a slave with advanced
bondage training who meets those requirements can be a challenge
even within the Iroppoi. Their hypnosis techniques are not
flawless; the slave has to have a certain aptitude towards a skill
for the more advanced lessons to really take hold. Also the mind
and body have to be strong."
I felt myself blush at the flattery. He was of course right. The
Iroppoi selected mentally and physically fit slaves and kept us in
peak mental and physical condition. But even still, not every
slave could withstand or learn every trick.
"When I let you up Ethan I want you to go to the bathroom and then
get dressed in jeans and a white muscle-T."
I nodded once and Sumisu-san removed the restraints. I had to pee
myself in the shower again to relieve my bladder because of the
cock cage.
Out of the bathroom I noticed that the restraints were packed
away. I rummaged through the only suitcase that had not been
opened the previous night to find a limited array of clothing that
had been selected for my three-month trip. I put on tight jeans
and felt very consciously aware that the cock-cage could almost be
seen at my crotch.
I put on a muscle-T and followed Sumisu-san out to tour LA. He
drove us around in a fancy convertible and despite his fame, the
twenty-two year old star and I were hardly noticed.
Over lunch in a corner booth I asked him to share my cover story.
I was a cousin twice removed from Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I was
instructed not to go into more details and he gave me a few more
key details about Cedar Rapids to enable me to fake it, but again
I was not to discuss that as much as possible.
Flight ------
Back at the Bel-Air Hotel, I checked my man-bag's secret
compartment and found a longer dossier I had neglected on my
flight to LA. I read through on Sumisu-san's history. I realized
that in January 2004, just before we returned home, he and I would
celebrate his 23rd birthday together.
My huge suitcases were all gone except for the one with clothing.
Sumisu-san commented, "not to worry Ethan, the production company
picked them up for cargo transport."
I nodded as if I understood. I found myself slightly disappointed
that I would not be tied up again till we got to New Zealand.
We spent the next day or so in LA, most of it hanging in our
suite. Sumisu-san's apparent appetite for heterosexual pornography
surprised me a little and then I realized it was a great cover for
his homosexuality.
True to his word, the cock-cage was stuck on my body through our
morning departure for New Zealand when he made me remove it myself
and pack it in my suitcase.
At the international departures area of the airport, Sumisu-san
was recognized by the check-in clerk who convinced him to give her
an autograph.
We then headed to the first class lounge to relax until the
departure. In the lounge Sumisu-san was recognized by a
businesswoman who proceeded to coo all over him about the film he
was working on. I was impressed how polite he was with the woman.
I stayed out of the picture and we hung out on the airplane
together. The sleeper style seats afforded us an opportunity to be
close without it seeming overly odd. Under the blanket, he held my
hand most of the way to New Zealand as we slept.
I felt perilously close to falling for him.
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