Part 2 ======
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) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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Opera with Webster-san ----------------------
Tim led the way to his private box at the opera. I meekly followed
a step behind submissively. When we arrived he had me sit down
next to him and promptly unzipped my pants and whipped my cock out
from my underwear like it was second nature. I sat there calmly
and allowed this to happen without even flinching.
"So Patrick, it seems like your training is progressing well," Tim
commented as he stroked my cock into a frenzy. "You must feel
quite embarrassed and powerless to be out in public and having
your privates fondled."
He was right, I was embarrassed, but somehow despite that I had no
ability, or even will power to move away from Tim's control.
"Oh, and Patrick," Tim continued, "I know you might get a bit
excited as I continue this hand job, but I expect you to make
absolutely no sounds."
His words were like a command. Suddenly I found myself completely
unable to make a sound.
Tim laughed quietly at my predicament, "oh and one other command
Patrick, despite my work on your cock, you will ~not~ orgasm until
the very end and you ~will~ pay close attention to the opera no
matter what I do to you."
I nodded, but made no sound.
Not cumming was slightly easier than I expected, but focusing on
the opera was more difficult. Tim would squeeze my balls painfully
or tweak my nipples through my shirt at the most in opportune
moments and yet I had to try to keep my eyes and ears on stage.
The whole experience was awful. Strange thing was that I felt a
bit schizophrenic about the whole thing. The Patrick Cody I had
always been hated the torment. The Patrick Cody I was becoming
loved every minute of my escort duties for Webster-san and
relished each of the tweaks he found to drive me crazy.
Just as I contemplated my schizophrenia, the opera came to a close
and I shot a massive load of cum onto the floor in front of me.
Tim released my cock and applauded the performance. I was worn out
and remained seated in my chair with my now limp dick dangling
between my legs.
"Patrick," Tim said, "I hope you enjoyed the opera since I've
purchased your escort services for every performance this season."
I nodded appreciatively, but remained sitting impassively.
"Tsk, tsk," Tim said, "look at the time and you haven't even taken
your evening dose of the mind control pills."
With the mention of my vitamin supplement, I suddenly felt
nauseous for not having taken my evening dose. I reached into my
pocket and found the maindokontorooru pirus and then quickly took
one and immediately felt better.
Tim chuckled again, "well the training at the club is top notch;
put your dick away and lets go back to the limo."
I immediately put my cock back in my tuxedo pants and stood up to
follow Tim out to the limo. He led the way and again I followed
meekly, a step behind him.
In the limo, Tim gave some directions to the driver in Japanese
which I could not quite understand and then raised the partition.
"Just so you know Patrick, once your training is over I won't have
any special claim to you," Tim said, "but for now as your sponsor,
I get free use of you within certain guidelines."
I nodded.
Limo Ride ---------
"You can talk freely as long as you remain respectful Patrick."
"Webster-san, domo arigatou gozaimasu," I responded politely.
"Good," Tim continued, "a bottom costs about $200,000 to train.
Members pay those costs as their final initiation fee, I won't
become a full 'top' member until your training is complete."
"Two hundred thousand?"
Tim snorted, "your wardrobe alone was a significant chunk of
that." I looked down at my gorgeous Rolex watch. "But you are
wondering about the rest, well the medicines and inoculations
against the diseases are expensive and the psychoactive training
drugs come at a great cost as well."
"Webster-san, is that why when you told me not to speak I could
not open my mouth?"
"Exactly Patrick, you are being injected every time you go to the
club with massive doses of a mind control drug and then subjected
to extensive programming sessions. The pills are boosters that
raise your brain's sensitivity to the drug itself."
"Why?"
Tim grabbed me from the seat across from him and sprawled me over
his lap and smacked my bottom firmly five times and then said,
"Politeness, Patrick." Then I was shoved back off his lap.
"Sorry Webster-san; what I meant was Webster-san, why are you
programming me?"
"Actually, whether you can believe this or not, your selection as
the bottom being paid for with my initiation dues was complete
chance."
"Really Webster-san?"
"Does that make you feel better about becoming a sex-worker,
bottom?"
"Yes."
Tim chuckled again, "I really did not expect it to be anyone I
knew. I only found out while you were undergoing your first
treatment."
"Feel guilty?"
Apparently he did not, because I was hauled over his lap again for
impoliteness. After the spanking was finished I quickly
apologized: "Sorry Webster-san."
"Not a problem, anyhow, the fact that it is you is irrelevant once
the first three months of training are finished since you and I
will only have the most general contacts."
"But till then... Webster-san?"
"We will be having quite a bit of contact."
"I look forward to it Webster-san," I said the words but could not
believe they had come out of my mouth.
Sex ---
We pulled up two blocks from the graduate apartments and I
followed Tim out. "Follow at my side and respond normally to any
law school chums."
I took a step forward and walked along side Tim and into our
apartment building. We took the elevator to my floor and I let the
two of us into my apartment.
"Strip," Tim said firmly and I wanted to resist and yet I could
not. Instead I stripped naked and stood in front of him helpless
to resist anything he might demand.
There was no condom, Tim forced himself onto me in a mad passion.
We were barely inside the door and I was tackled on the floor and
the part of my body and mind that wanted to struggle was
completely unable to achieve any movement.
Tim fucked me passionately and was clearly enjoying the bareback
sex. I found my body responding to please his needs and was
helpless to resist. He achieve orgasm quickly and stood up and
walked out leaving me on the floor like a used garment.
I fell asleep naked on the floor crying with Tim's cum filling my
ass.
I woke up the next morning with a bad headache and a burning
desire to take my vitamin supplement.
The previous evening's events were hazy. I could remember being at
the opera with Tim and that was about it. I took my pill and felt
better.
Dream Walker ------------
The rest of Sunday was completely uneventful and the next day
would be the start of my internship with the public defender.
I decided to shower the night before and while I was showering my
tattoos seemed to glow faintly. But the more I tried to stare at
them the more nauseous I became. Then I got the bright idea to
force myself to remember my visits to the club and only succeeded
in vomiting.
Deterred and frustrated at my predicament as a drug controlled sex
slave there was very little I could do to fight back that did not
induce tremendous waves of nausea.
Finally I set upon a plan. I had been able to train myself to
remember and write down my dreams. I cued myself to dream about my
training at the Iroppoi Herususentaa and then lay down to go to
sleep.
I woke the next morning at 0400 and found two pages of notes in my
dream code. I took the notes with me to the kitchen and popped my
maindokontorooru piru without even thinking about it.
At the table I pulled out my laptop and transcribed my dream
notes.
It was devastating.
The most devastating aspect was that I could not see an out. Even
reading the instructions reinforced their power over me. I found
myself shredding the paper on which I recorded my dreams and
deleting the files on my laptop.
Then I vomited all over the table and felt like shit for being a
sex-slave and worse still for trying to decode my programming.
Public Defender ---------------
I cleaned myself up and then got dressed for my new job.
At the public defenders office the next morning I involved myself
totally in learning about my internship and put all of the
thoughts about the club out of my mind.
It wasn't until lunch time when I crossed paths with Tim in the
courthouse cafeteria that the club came back to my mind.
"Hey Cody, how you doing," he said jovial as ever.
"Nauseous."
"Just relax, working in court will become second nature."
"Not that."
"Oh," Tim said, "sorry, I actually am finding this pretty nerve
wracking."
"Nah, the court stuff is a piece of cake, I will get lead on the
bail hearings for petty felonies this afternoon. It's this club
stuff."
"Is it bothering you?"
"Yes," I said a bit too loudly for the cafeteria.
Tim offered, "Patrick just go talk to Lane if you aren't feeling
well about your workout?"
Something about what he said calmed me immensely. I decided that I
would go straight from work to the club and talk to Lane Tanaka
about how I was feeling. I popped one of the maindokontorooru piru
and Tim and I finished by talking only about our mornings.
Tim was finding the whole experience at the DA completely
unnerving, but I was actually doing fine. I mused, some of the
training from the club was generally helpful for helping me deal
with a new situation like my job.
We parted ways and as promised by my mentoring attorney I got to
serve as lead on the bail hearings. It felt good to be in the lead
again and at the end of the hearing the assistant DA commented to
my mentor that I had performed well.
My mentor commented, "Good work Patrick, the hard part is
continuing to care after many years."
"Thanks Nancy, how long have you been doing this?"
"Ten years."
"Do you still believe in what you are doing?"
"Most days, yes. I work out every evening to let off steam and
that helps a lot."
"Cool, I'm going to hit my club actually."
"Enjoy," Nancy said as she took her briefcase and left the
courtroom. I paused briefly and then followed her example.
Club ----
I reached the club around five and remembered to take my pill on
the bus ride over. At the club the same receptionist as always
greeted me and invited me to sit for Tanaka-san.
When Lane finally emerged over an hour had passed and he guided me
upstairs. "Sit, sit, Cody-san."
"Thanks, I've just been feeling very nauseous."
"Cody-san, that is terrible, Thompson-san had a similar problem
during his training. He fought the training drugs the longest of
any boy in the history of the clubs worldwide: one year."
"I don't want to work here, I want my life back."
"Cody-san, let's look at some basic facts here, you ~did~ fill out
the application of your own free will, no?"
"Yes."
"And you came here to the club for the first time of your own free
will, no?"
"Yes, but then you drugged me and my life has been upside down
ever since."
Lane sighed, "we only want willing bottoms at this club if you
don't want this job we can give it to someone else. We get
hundreds of applications a week, we only select the best. You have
the potential to beat even William Thompson. But the best are
always difficult."
"So if I say I want to leave I can just leave?"
"Yes, we would of course have to deprogram you."
"And if I stay?"
"You will make a generous living, have fine clothing, and enjoy
more sex than most men ever dream about."
"For how long?"
"Most bottoms stay with us three-to-five years and then move on
into a relationship with a client who must then resign the club or
become a staff member."
"What about Tim, I mean Webster-san, did he really have no idea I
would be his trainee?"
"Cody-san, no initiate knows who their payments will bring in, the
situation with you and Webster-san is unfortunate. By the time I
realized the mistake it was too late to adjust course as your
programming was underway."
The needle went in.
I woke up in a small white prison cell in a cold sweat. "Let me
out!"
The lights began to flicker and an audio track in Japanese came
on.
I passed out again.
The next thing I knew I was walking out of the club in a clean
suit towards work and took a moment to pop my pill.
Seeking Help ------------
On the way to work I resolved to extricate myself from the club. I
was assigned as a clerk in a capital case going to trial and lost
track of time. By the time I finished the day I found myself
heading back to the club.
I did not want to go but I felt like I had no choice.
At the club Lane spent two hours making me practice a variation of
the squat thrust technique with a dildo and then with his own
cock. As we parted he commented that I was showing potential to be
a better bottom than Thompson again.
That made me feel good.
I got home around 2100 and remembered my earlier thought and
decided to try an ex-boyfriend for help. "Hey Raiza," I said over
the phone.
"Patrick?"
"Yeah, sorry to call so late, but I could use a hand," I
stammered, my nausea started to set in, but I steeled myself, "can
I come over?"
"Patrick we broke up three months ago and not so much as a call
and now you want me to drop everything so you can come over?"
"I need help Raiza, I'm in trouble," I said as I vomited into my
trashcan.
"Are you vomiting?"
"Yes, please," I said and started to cry.
"Ok, stay put, I'll be over."
I put down the phone and curled up crying in bed until the phone
rang again with security asking me to sign Raiza in. We hugged
warmly and he came up to my apartment.
It was close to midnight already, "Look Raiza, you may not believe
anything I'm about to tell you but it is the truth, and I need
help, and you are the only person I trust to help me."
Raiza's emotions at that moment were indecipherable. A young Arab
from Saudi Arabia raised in a strict Islamic family but educated
in the West, Raiza had always been an enigma. Our relationship had
failed when he had been overcome with self-loathing about being
gay.
"I'm here Patrick and I'm listening."
"Ok, I signed up to join a health club."
"FUCK! You hauled me across town cause you are too wimpy to get
out of a health club contract!"
"NO, Please Raiza, listen," I pleaded.
"Is this some fucking mind trick to trick me into living a
disgusting faggot lifestyle?"
"RAIZA," I screamed his name and pounded my fists into his chest
and then vomited bile.
He helped me to the bathroom and let me explain about the
situation.
"What a mess Patrick," he remarked as he looked down at the floor
to avoid making eye contact. "You always had to be on top with me,
I never knew you would take it up the ass."
"Raiza there is a lot more to this then whether I'll take it up my
ass."
"True," he commented, "so what should I do kidnap you and tie you
down until you go cold turkey on their programming or something?"
I thought about it, it was not as crazy as it seemed. "Well maybe
if you came with me you could make them put me back to normal?"
"Maybe they could help me stop being gay?"
"Raiza they seem to be more into the gay business than into making
people straight. Plus once they drug you."
"Ok, well let's go together and perhaps we can straighten out your
situation. I'll meet you at the courthouse at four?"
"Great," I said, "and thanks Raiza, maybe we could try being
friends again?"
"Patrick you know how hard it is for me to reconcile my upbringing
with my sexual and emotional needs for male relationships."
"Fair enough, I can sleep on the couch, you take the bed."
"Who says I'm staying?"
"It's one in the morning Raiza."
"Fair enough," he said leaving the room and taking my bed.
I curled up on the couch.
Frontal Assault ---------------
Making it through the day was challenging and despite my best
efforts my attempts to avoid taking the mind control drugs that
masqueraded as vitamins was unsuccessful.
When Raiza arrived in the courtroom, my anxiety level actually
climbed rather than dropped. I broke into a sweat as Raiza
approached.
"You ok Patrick?"
"Just nervous, you?"
"Yeah a bit, you look awful though."
"Let's get this over with."
Raiza hailed a cab and we were dropped off in front of the club. I
was drenched with sweats and in terror. "We don't have to do this
Patrick."
"I want to be free."
"Ok," Raiza said as he guided me into the club.
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