Salmi awoke curled in a ball. The floor was cold. There was no light thru the window high up on the cinder block wall.
His bunk was on the opposite side of the room beside the sink. A toilet was in the corner. There wasn't anything else in the room he occupied.
Salmi wasn't sure why he was in the corner other then that he sought warmth during the day.
He slept days usually. At first it was hard to get used to it, but his body demanded sleep and in time he gladly collapsed despite the morning light.
He rarely slept in the cold room, in fact he never knew where he would be sleeping. The night before had been a hell of a party. He did what he was told as usual. And somehow got sick, probably from too much wine.
"Wake" the voice was deep. Salmi looked at the door where a tall man stood. He was a bodyguard. Salmi knew he would soon be warm.
At first he didn't do what he was told and kept in cold rooms like this one. He was forced for sex and used in various scenarios. It took time to learn to relax so he wasn't left bleeding or shoved back into these rooms in serious pain.
He found himself anxious to leave the rooms, knowing he'd feel warm showers, scented water, sometimes dressed in leather, other times kept naked as he was now.
"YOU ARE WANTED" the man said. Salmi stood. His body was still dirty from the floor and stains of puke and spilled wine.
"COME"
Salmi had learned to do what he was told without comments or questions. In time even the bodyguards treated him with respect some even kindly. They knew he had been forced to learn his place.
Instead of going to where he usually showered, Salmi was led into a playroom. He had been there before and often. It was where he learned the difference of pain and pleasure, where he had discovered his body could be excited about inflicted pain.
The body guard tied him standing. Salmi knew he had embbarrased his Master the night before. Some like him had dissappeared when they performed badly especially in front of his Master's friends.
But Salmi knew he was one of the Master's favorites, probably because he found an inner need to kneel obediantly and pleasure the man.
At first he was afraid of the large hairy man. He shank from the prospect of using his mouth to satisfy the man or feeling the fat cock shoved into his butt.
But the man was patient, teaching him how to serve, he seemed to know how to play Salmi's body, inflicting punishment, pleasure and demand unquestioning obedience. He withheld food, warmth and pleasure at first.
As Salmi responded, the Master provided warmth, food, wine, training, and personally groomed him like a pet.
Salmi learned to be silent, to welcome the man's attention, remain available when allowed in the man's bedroom and play the role as a dedicated slave in front of others.
Salmi worked out daily with the bodyguards. Despite his nudity, they never touched him assuming he was there to test them. But in time they realized he really wanted to learn.
Time had passed, three years in fact since he was captured and smuggled in a private jet with others captured to this country.
Unlike the others, Salmi learned the language, learned not only to play the role but improve himself.
Now he was taller, chiseled, muscled, kept shaven smooth head to toe and collared.
Salmi didn't know how long he had been there. His body had grown more, he knew. But there were not dates, no calendars, no birthdays of his to count. He had been part of celebrations his Master had. He thought there were three maybe four. But he was andn't sure.
When he was captured, he was known as Tom Muller, a high school jock. Tom had just left football practice and still wore his gym shorts, half length tshirt and carried his books. He had a big test the next day and didn't look forward to the night ahead of cramming.
But that was sometime ago. The only tests he had now was learning how to survive and in so doing learned more about who he was.
"BOY YOU WILL TAKE THIS" his Master appeared carrying the familiar leather strap.
He didn't answer. Salmi had learned not to speak unless questioned or instructed by his Master.
Each swat hit him hard. It stung. His cock hardened as usual as he relished the punishment knowing he'd soon be sitting beside the man who owned him.
His head would be grabbed and guided to the man's cock when needed. Sometimes they would be alone, many other times the room would be full of guests or staff seeing how the Master used him.
He belonged to the Man. If he was told to satisfy a guest, he obeyed making sure whoever it was enjoyed themselves thoroughly, be it a male or female. He had learned the talents of pleasing both sexes with his tongue, lips cock and butt.
At first the Master watched, yelling orders and instructions. But in time, the Man knew Salmi would do what he was supposed to do correctly.
"THAT IS ENOUGH" the Master said looking at the wounds he had inflicted. "STAY THERE" he said slapping Salmi's buttocks with a hit not hard enough to hurt but in away Salmi knew the man still wanted him and approved of him.
He could not say "I'M SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT, SIR" though he wanted to. He had learned to please the man and that he wanted to please him.
But his silence during his punishment and his hard cock displayed his joy and pleasure.
"GOOD" the man said and Salmi heard him leave.
He also heard several other foosteps and realized that his Master had guests observing the punishment. He had performed well in front of them and knew he'd soon be rewarded.
The warm water stung but felt good. Two other slaveboys washed him. They were much younger. One looked dark, probably from another country. Neither spoke. They dared not touch his cock for fear someone would tell the Master.
"YOU" the voice startled all three. The Master had suddenly appeared "PLEASE HIM"
The darker boy knelt and began to orally service Salmi. He was surprised at this action. Looking at the Master his expression was questioning.
"YOU DID GOOD TODAY" the Master answered the unanswered question "ENJOY"
Salmi knew that he wasbeing rewarded but he also knew he had to go at lengths to show his enjoyment. he flexed, let his body react, moaned but did not speak. and his gratefully spilled many streams of sperm stimulated by his punishment earlier, by the boys tongue but mostly by the Master watching as Salmi watched him.
The man suddenly left.
A bodyguard gestured and Salmi moved. He wore his collar all the time and now wore sheer trousers that hid nothing of his sex or tanned muscular thighs. He would serve the man who he not only knew owned him but cared for him.
Salmi had forgotten Tom Muller entirely. He was not only Salmi, a slave but a boy who became a sex slave willingly and a boyslave who loved his Master.