Part 9 ======
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.
Slavery -------
I was allowed to rest up for the whole day without any more
interruptions. I got up only briefly to take my midday and evening
mind control pills.
Late in the evening, William came into my bedroom and asked if
there was anything he could to do help. I begged off, but he lay
down with me anyhow and pulled me against his body and held me
until we both fell asleep.
In the morning I felt much better and William got me to fuck him
before we ate our morning meal. Our meal plans were simple: drinks
were exclusively water or Gatorade. Breakfast and lunch was a
prepared protein shake left on the counter and labeled with our
names. Dinner was generally pasta. End of story.
William showed me a trick to watering down the protein shakes to
make them easier to get down. I found the shake a bit chalky and
hard to keep it all down despite Will's trick. "Get used to them
Ethan. You will find you really like them after a few months."
I nodded and went to the bathroom and then put on my kimono and
headed to the gym for a workout. In the gym, I went through the
main doors for the first time and to the locker room. Inside I put
on a white jockstrap for the first time and white sneakers.
Because I was not working on Sundays, I would be able to work out
more or less unmolested.
Wolf-san happened to be in the gym and came over to compliment me
and I offered to give him a blowjob as thanks for his efforts in
training me. He accepted and I kneeled down on the floor of the
club and sucked him off.
At that moment, I recognized that five long years lay ahead of me.
Bar Hopping -----------
That night after dinner William suggested that we go out to a gay
bar in the city and practice picking up tricks. "The club
encourages us to go out and turn tricks during the week," he
claimed.
It was not prohibited, so I decided to go with him. We dressed up
in some casual clothing that had been purchased for us from
Nordstrom and headed out. Instinctively I went into my desk for my
wallet and found an Arizona driver's license for "Ethan Hunt," a
corporate American Express Card and fifty dollars of spending
money in a compact Polo billfold.
"What state they give you?"
"Arizona," I called out.
"They like Arizona because the licenses last till you are 65 and
they have a connection at high levels in the DMV there. I got
Connecticut."
I shrugged and followed William out the front door. We walked a
block and a half to a subway and took it down towards the bars.
We got into the club and headed up to the dance floor. William
warned me off alcohol with the mind control pills and I settled
for a mineral water.
"Ok, here's the game Ethan, we each get 2 points for anal sex and
1 point for oral, most points wins."
I nodded and walked away from him and began hitting on the
strangers in the bar. The Iroppoi training had enabled me to be
quite sexually attractive. Especially the ability to release
pheromones to increase my attractiveness. My mug looking like Tom
Cruise did not hurt either.
A huge black man in the back corner of the bar was my first fuck
of the evening. We did it in the back room and he actually came
inside me twice. Four points.
As I was exiting the backroom, I saw William enter with a cute
twink.
I scored eight more visits to the backroom that night and racked
up twenty points total. William however only got seven. My reward
was getting to have him suck me off and getting to fuck him in the
backroom.
Around two in the morning, we moved on to an after hours club
where we convinced one guy to take the two of us home as a package
for a thousand: no limits.
He paid us half the cash up front and we walked back to his modest
brownstone a few blocks from the club. Inside his house he had the
two of us strip and start sucking him off. His boyfriend came
downstairs and joined us on the floor. The four-way orgy was
conducted entirely without condoms. Bareback fucking went every
which way. It was about five in the morning before William and I
left with the rest of our spending money.
"Weird," I commented to William as we entered our apartment.
"What is?"
"That the club would sanction us whoring ourselves out for bargain
rates to non-members."
William laughed, "Don't be silly Ethan, it is part of my slave
conditioning. I am straight still and never took to their kinky
fetishes. So I am forced to have oodles of gay sex as a form of
punishment still. A bit like you used to get whipped with the
martinet. I hate it. I hate gay sex and yet I am forced to do it
constantly."
I nodded as if I understood, but I could not really understand
what it would be like for him. I decided not to go to bed and
stripped naked, showered and hit the club for my morning workout.
When I got back, from working out, my breakfast was waiting. I
drank it a bit more eagerly than the day before and then took my
morning pills. Finally I crawled into bed with William and slid my
cock into his tight fuckhole and fell asleep till around noon.
Oddities --------
When William woke up with my cock in his ass he freaked out a bit
and ended up crying. Which I, of course, being a good little slave
boy had to report. William did not fault me for reporting him, but
did while sobbing like a child explain the full horror of his
slave conditioning in greater detail.
William was actually 29 and had been a successful contractor for a
number of years before joining the club. He was married and had
three kids. Never a lick of gay sex or a thought. He had actually
built the apartments we lived in along with a team of guys. After
the job was over he had fallen on hard times and made a calling to
the club to see if they needed more work.
Damien Sato had been in charge of training then and had offered to
guarantee that his family would ~always~ be cared for at an
extremely high level of wealth if he would do a five year stint as
a sex slave.
William had initially refused and cursed out Sato-san as a faggot.
But as the recession deepened in 2001, William had been without
work for nearly a year and things were getting desperate.
Unlike how I was gradually lured and kept consensually--after a
fashion, William signed a "legal" slavery contract running fifty
pages in length up front, was drugged and that was that. Damien
Sato intentionally had added triggers that made William hate
himself for having gay sex but much like the way we all take our
mind control pills, if William did ~not~ have enough gay sex as
determined by the club, then he would become physically ill.
William's sobbing deepened as he explained being forced to watch
how his wife was paid off. Once a year on the anniversary of his
slavery, he is shown pictures of his family and given an update.
I want to emphasize that I felt no pity for William Thompson. He
was a slave, just like me. Slaves were not worthy of pity. Crying
like he was carrying on was unacceptable and I left our apartment
to contact Tanaka-san.
Tanaka-san thanked me for my efforts and went back to our
apartment with me and ordered Thompson-san to score at least
twenty points at a club that night as punishment and then left
without a word.
William had already stopped crying and avoided eye contact with
me.
"William," I said, "it's ok that you aren't gay, but a slave
should behave itself better."
"I know," he said, "it is just that my second anniversary is
coming up soon and I wonder how my kids are and things like that
sometimes."
"Well cared for, better cared for than if you were part of their
life."
He conceded that and stopped moping, he knew that his enslavement
as a bitchboy for rich gay men put big bucks on the table for his
wife and kids.
I read up on William on the computer. According to his file, his
wife was told William was selected for a government spy program
with deep cover. Five years minimum with no contact. Paid off on a
monthly basis, she was under surveillance. Twice she had been
cautioned not to have sex with "enemy spies" like the next door
neighbor. Reduced to masturbation, the club had provided her
videotapes of her husband that they produced while he was under
deep hypnosis. She watched the tapes regularly and masturbated to
them.
Club ----
It was a white night--underwear only--at the club that night. I
was along to supervise William's punishment. Tanaka-san had
privately instructed me during my workout not to have too much sex
so that I would be eager for my first working day.
I was wearing a Calvin Klein tech_thong_ while William had on a
more conservative pair of Calvin Klein briefs. Anxious to get his
punishment over with, he quickly scored with five guys in the
first hour. I contented myself at the bar with water. I kept my
beautiful, well toned butt facing out and mostly ignored the
crowd.
.. _tech_thong http://www.internationaljock.com/zpage12-8229.html
"Can I buy you a drink," I voice said from behind me. I turned my
head and saw a young guy, barely twenty-one in my estimation. He
was smallish, like myself, but well built. He was extremely close
to me and I rotated myself around and extended my hand for a
shake.
"No thanks, Ethan by the way."
"Daniel," he responded. "Your friend some kind of whore?"
I chuckled and responded, "something like that. What's it to you?
Do you want to fuck him?"
"No," he said as he moved closer to me, "I want to be fucked by
you."
I nodded politely and pulled him closer to me. "What's your last
name Daniel?"
"Parente."
I reached around and groped Daniel's taut ass and pulled his face
against my chest. "How old are you Daniel Parente?"
"Twenty-one."
"You here with anyone?"
"Alone," he said and sighed slightly.
I pulled him closer against me.
"Any particular time you need to be home?"
"I'm in college, no curfews anymore."
I pushed Daniel's face towards my nipples and told him to suck
them. He did it eagerly, but without the finesse I had been taught
as a sex slave.
I questioned him further, "so when's your birthday Daniel?"
"Um..." he stammered, "...nineteen...eighty..."
"No need to lie," I said, "I peg you at about sixteen."
He nodded meekly.
Daniel Parente --------------
William came out of the backroom at about that time, physically
drained from having had fifteen guys fuck him up the ass. Suitably
chastised, he wanted to leave. He was shocked to see me coddling a
young, underwear clad Hispanic boy. "Ethan, who is your friend?"
"William, this is Daniel Parente; Daniel, meet William."
Daniel lifted his head from my nipple and shook William's hand
vigorously.
"We need to go Ethan," William said.
I had other plans though; our Iroppoi was still short one sex
slave because Reza had been reassigned to Saudi Arabia. The young
Hispanic boy at my side could fill a perfect niche.
William seemed to sense where I was going with this and asked to
talk to me in private. Daniel asked if William was my boyfriend.
"Roommate," the two of us answered in unison and stepped away for
a moment.
"Look Ethan, I've just been punished for a minor infraction by
having to have hours of demeaning, revolting faggot sex. I'm not
really in the mood to see you play mind games to turn a sixteen
year-old boy into a sex toy tonight."
"I am not even certain that the Iroppoi will want him, but don't
you think it is my duty as a good sex slave to help the club
achieve the best."
William nodded in reluctant agreement. "Can I at least go home
without you so I can apologize profusely on my hands and knees to
Tanaka-san and be allowed to shower?"
"I should be ok with a sixteen year-old boy by myself."
William gave me a hug and headed out. I turned and saw Daniel
beaming at me, clearly feeling victorious. I sighed slightly and
returned to him.
"Look Daniel, do you read any Japanese?"
"No, senor, hablo Espanol."
I understood his statement, "Well I want you to look at the tattoo
on my back closely and see if you can deduce what it means."
I rotated, brushing my butt against his crotch and felt his cock
stiffen. Daniel unabashedly ran his hand down the small of my back
where the "SLAVE" tattoo lay and traced its outline.
"No clue," he said. I rotated again this time allowing my firm,
but not fully erect cock to push against his stiff boy prick.
"It says, 'slave.'" I let that hang in the air for a few minutes
before finishing, "if you stay with me you will likely end up with
similar tattoo on your back."
He was clearly torn between his lust for my gorgeous muscular body
and the looming threat of some sort of unknown slavery. After an
uncomfortable minute or two of silence he asked if I would be back
later in the week.
I said I would keep my eyes open for him and let him walk off.
I headed home to get some sleep before my first full day as a sex
slave inside the club.
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