This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condon or subscribe to the behaviour discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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Road to Slavery, Road to Life
By Rob
Chapter 16a
Part A
A Night To Remember.
As soon as the Master handed me over to William, we made our way out of the
theatre, into the bar and over to the door. Charles, the doorman held the door
open for us and we walked out into the warehouse. As we were walking through
the door, a big black limo pulled up. Charles rushed passed us and had the
rear door of the limo open before we got there.
William let me enter first and I scrambled over to the other side, I was glad to
get into the limo, I was still naked and was feeling really seflconscious. He
placed what looked like a wad of bank notes into the doorman's hand.
"Thank you Charles", he said. "You take real good care of yourself, it is not
the same around here without you."
"Thank you Master Scott, sir", he replied. "I missed being here, sir."
William jumped in beside me and Charles closed the door. We both settled back
and the limo pulled away.
"Poor old guy", William said. "he lost his wife, son, daughter in law and two
grandchildren in a terrible car crash four months ago. He had a complete
breakdown. We didn't expect he would ever be back, but his doctor called us a
week ago and asked if we would take him back. It seems all he had left in the
world that he cared about was this job. Of course dad agreed right away."
"Your dad seems to be very important around the club, is he the president or
something?" I asked boldly.
"Well ya I guess you could say he is important. First he owns the building. He
founded the club, along with Master Jackson. The club rents the building from
him.
Second, he is currently the Grand Master of the club. He has been Grand Master
for the past five years. He has been Grand Master twice before, for stretches
of two years and three years respectively. His current tenure is the longest
of any Grand Master so far. But the membership seems very happy with his
leadership so they have been keeping him as Grand Master.
"I am impressed, sir" I replied testing the water.
He turned and looked me square in the eye, "Rob, until I have to turn you back
over to dad you are not a slave and I will not treat you as one. Don't worry,
I extracted a promise from dad that there would be no video cameras or
microphones this time. It is just you and me for the next 24 hours."
In that case I thought to myself, I am going call you Willie, again, I thought
as I gave him a big smile.
He pressed a button beside the arm rest, "Yes sir", the voice of the driver
came over a speaker hidden somewhere here in the back.
"To the Mansion please Frank", William said.
The car pulled gently away and headed for the exit, I think. I really wasn't
paying any attention. William had slid over close and we embrassed and then
locked in a long, passionet kiss. Now when I say long, well I mean.....like it
was very long. The car pulled up to the front door of the mansion and we were
still locked in that kiss. We hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped.
Our tongue's were frantically searching, discovering, exploring each other in
minute detail. We both had raging hardons and were playing with each others
cocks. Precum was flowing like water from a fountain. Mine was all over
Willie's hand and my nuts, not to mention my shaft and the car seat as well.
But to tell the truth I was so wrapped up in Willie it wouldn't have matter to
me if it was flowing out the door in river.
Willie's, willy, (sorry, just had to make the pun), was sopping wet, the front
of his pants were a mess, I didn't know it was possible for us to produce so
much seminil fluid. Our other hand was busy rubbing a chest, an ab or playing
with a nipple or squeezing a nipple. I was so turned on the world ceased to
exist, there was nothing but Willie and me and a deep hunger that needed to be
satisfied.
All good things must come to an end. Our need to release the tension that had
built up in our balls became so great that we were forced back into the here and
now. We pulled reluctantly apart and that's when we both noticed that, we were
sopping wet and the car was stopped infront of the Mansion.
"Let's get up to my room to finish this", Willie gasped as he tried to get his
breathing back to normal.
"Quickly", I gasped in return.
Frank, the driver sensing movement in the back started to get out to open the
door for us, but Willie was much too quick for him. He opened the door and
started to get out.
I heard him say to Frank, "Don't bother Frank we can manage. Take the rest of
the night off, we won't be needing the car again".
I heard Frank reply with a thank you and the driver's door close as I was
getting out. Once out I just grabbed the door and gave it a quick pull to close
it and followed at a semi run right behind Willie. After all I was still naked
and even though it was dark and little chance of anyone being around to see me,
I was still very uncomfortable.
I rushed up the stairs to join Willie and the mansion door started to open, as
if my magic. A magic that was short lived, my mouth dropped open in surprise
at the sight of the young man, dressed in the very same slave outfit as the one
I had worn, holding the door open for us.
My hands instinctively went to cover my dick. After the events of this evening,
why was I embarrased to be naked infront of this young slave? To make matters
worse, Willie decided to give the lad some instructions, which only made me feel
even more naked.
"John have David prepare pizza for two and a bunch of snacky things, he knows
what I like. When it's ready I want you to bring it up to my room", Willie
said in a tone that reminded me of William the prick.
"Yes, Master William, Sir", John said
Then without a word of thanks or acknowledgement he started off down the hall.
I was a bit taken aback by this change in attitude. Then I remembered how he
had treated me when we first met. Willie, me thinks is a very complex
individual, just like his father.
"Come on Rob", Willie's call broke through my thoughts.
"Shit, you will be getting John all hot and bothered if you stand there much
longer with your dick flapping around like that", and with a giggle headed on
down the hall again.
My face turned red and I gave a quick glance at John, his face betrayed no
emotion, but I also noticed in that quick glance that his rod was stiffening.
Even more embarrased now, I hurried off after William.
We were approaching the same place in the hall where I had first met Willie a
few days ago. He stopped by the door he had come out of that day. I watched
as he pressed an almost invisible button on the wall and the door slide open.
We both entered and that's when I realized this was an elevator.
On a panel on the left, where you would normally expect to find elevator
controls, was a verticle row of buttons. Starting at the top they were labled,
W, 3, 2, 1, B, D. The 3,2,1 & B were obvious, but what did W and D stand for?
Well the W question was answered almost as quickly as I thought of it. Willie
pressed the W.
The elevator rose without a sound and so smoothly it was hard to tell it was
even moving. When it stopped the door opened and we entered what Willie calls
his room, but I call his apartment.
From the elevator we entered into a sort of foyer. The walls were all finished
in cherry paneling with blackwalnut for trim and there were three doors that
lead out of it. The ceiling was a cream colour with recessed lighting. The
floor was hardwood and polished to a deep,warm shine. The room had a pleasant
scent of lemon oil and leather, a man's smell.
Furnishings included a fairly large black leather settee and two matching easy
chairs. A large ornately carved mahogany coffee table was the centre piece for
the room, for on it reposed a large chrystal sculputre of Mickey Mouse with a
humongus hard on. Three small lights recessed in the cieling, illuminated the
sculputure from three sides, ensuring that the sculpture was the centre of
attention.
Willie however couldn't have cared less about how beautifully decorated that
foyer was, or how hard Mickey's cock was, he was too busy removing his clothes
as we passed through, leaving a trail behind him. Not having to worry about
removing clothes I just happily followed.
There were three doors leading off of the Foyer, one straight ahead and one on
the right and the left. Willie headed for the one on the left. He opened the
door and entered with me right on his tail. The room was huge and it was a
bedroom, Willie's bedroom.
Straight ahead as we entered the room was a large bed, not as big as the one
used for my initiation into gay sex, but it was big. The bed coverings were
all in black and looked like satain from my position. But that bed and the room
were totally forgotten in a split second once that bedroom door closed.
Willie, completely naked now, stopped, turned around and we were in each others
arms and trying to see who could suck the other guys tongue the farthest down
our throats.
We were both in such desperate need that I do not even remember going down to
the floor, one moment we were standing locked in an embrace and the next we were
on the floor. Willie's cock was all the way down my throat and I could feel
mine in the luxurious warmth of his. We were in 69, facefucking each other as
though our lives depended on it. A lot of moaning was taking place and at least
half of it was mine.
Oh jeese how I loved the taste and feel of Willie's cock in my mouth and throat.
Each time that sweet head passed my tongue it would leave another drop of
precum. I was becoming quite addicted to that taste and just couldn't get
enough of it. I had been fingering Willie's nuts with one hand and rubbing his
soft, smooth ass cheeks with the other. I moved my hand from his nuts and
slowly, gently started rubbing around the outside of his annus. Willie's cock
gave a sudden jerk and a shot of precum when he felt my finger there.
I rubbed a bit more but it was very dry. Bringing a finger to my mouth I
pushed it in alongside of Willie's cock. Willie's cock felt so good against my
finger that I began to rub against and around it. Willie began moaning loudly
and the vibrations from his moaning sent wonderful sensations through my cock
which was buried deep in his throat. That in turn got me moaning again which
increased Willie's pleasure, it just seemed to be a never ending cirlcle.
Once I had the finger wet enough, I pulled it out of my mouth and began rubbing
around Willie's annus again. He really started squirming now. I then moved
my finger right across that sesnitive little pussy hole and around the edges of
his pussy lips. He really started coming on to my dick now.
Around and around I rubbed just barely touching that sensitive little pink bud.
Then without warning I started pushing it up the hole. Slowly working my
finger in, twisting it left and right as up it went. Once in I withdrew then
pushed it back in. As his pussy lips adjusted and relaxed I started finger
fucking him faster and faster. Building the rythm up to match the bobbing of
our heads on the cocks.
While I was busy doing all of this, Willie was busy reciprocating. Every nerve
in my body was on fire, sending fantastic signals of pleasure to my brain. I
was flying on a cloud feel enormous pleasure, I never wanted it to end.
But the pleasure was just too great, the constant stimulation of my erotic
pleasure points was having the desired effect and I could feel my nuts lift,
getting ready for that magic moment. I was climbing up and up, going higher
and higher, nerve ends on fire then the blinding flash of pure, white light and
my nuts began to release their precious cargo into the eager mouth of Willie.
Willie was making the same climb, at the same time and reached his nervana at
exactly the same moment as I. Just as I felt my seed pumping into his throat,
his hot, sweet seed was pumping into mine. I swallowed quickly, not wanting
to loose even one precious drop.
I only managed to pump 5 strong ropes and two weak ones before my nuts stopped
pumping. Willie on the other hand just kept on going and going, shit I was
beginging to think he would drown me in that sweet ball nectar. He managed 8
strong and 3 weak shots of hot seed.
Once he stopped shooting I just kept on licking and sucking making sure I got
every drop. Willie couldn't have got his cock cleaner even if he spent all
night scrubbing it with a wash cloth. Of course Willie was doing one hell of a
job on mine as well.
Finally both our cocks had become completely flaccid and we both pulled our
heads back at the same time.
I gave a start and jumped about 3 ft when I looked up. John the slave was
kneeling quietly just inside the door.
Willie looked up to see what the hell had gotten into me and also saw John, then
broke into uncontrolled laughter.
Frankly I couldn't quite figure out what the hell he found so funny. I guess
he was used to having slaves enter and leave his room silently. Me I found
that very disconcerting.
"The snacks ready, John?" Willie asked.
"Yes sir, shall I bring them in?" John replied.
"Yes John, put them over on the coffee table and stick around, I think we might
need your services shortly".
What was that? I looked sharply at Willie, but he said nothing and started to
get up. Now what the fuck is this kid up to, I thought to myself. He has
some kind of evil plan running around in that warped little mind of his. But
if he makes me feel as good as he just did, he can make whatever evil little
plans he wants.
"Let's go clean up a bit, then we can have a nice snack.", he said, "I'll bet
you are really hungry".
Damned right I was hungry, shit it had been a busy night and I had used up a
lot of energy. A nice snack would be very welcome and besides I was crazy
about pizza.
Willie walked to the right side of the room and opened a door. He went through
with me right behind. The door led into a large bathroom. Much like the one
that I had used down stairs. It had a large shower, a whirlpool hot tub and a
sauna.
We both had a quick pee and washed our hands. We were standing at the sink,
hands well soaped up, when we turned and looked into each other's eyes. Our
heads were drawn together as if they opposite poles on a magnet. Our mouths
opened and we began to suck tongue again. Then our arms, soapy hands and all,
were around each other. My soapy hands moving up and down Willies back while
he reciprocated.
Of course all this tongue swallowing and soapy hand massage had it's effect on
our dicks, which were rising again. It was Willie that finally broke the
spell.
"Let's go get you fed then we can play for the rest of the night", he said
through his heaving chest.
"Ok", I panted in return. Oh geesh how this guy turned me on.
We grabbed some big fluffy towels from the linin closet and toweled each other
dry. Once dry we returned to the bedroom. On the other side of the bed there
was a large alcove type section. It probably had large windows but they covered
by floor to ceiling drapes.
The alcove also was furnished with a couple of easy chairs, a large soft looking
sofa and a huge coffee table. The chairs and sofa formed a kind of hollow U
shape, with a chair at each side and the sofa taking up the long side. The
coffee table was directly in the centre, easily accessable from where ever
someone may sit.
On the coffee table a whole array of food had been set out. There must have
been enough to feed 10 or more, I thought. John was on his knees on the side
of the table opposite the sofa. He did not move or say a word as we
approached.
We walked around the table until we were between it and the sofa. I thought we
were going to sit on the sofa but instead Willie knelt down on the floor. Well
if that was good enough for him, then it was good enough for me and I joined
him.
We didn't bother with plates or cutlery, we just picked up what we wanted in our
fingers. Then Willie picked up a succulent slice of fresh mango, took a bite
then brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and ate this wonderful piece of
juicy fruit from his fingers.
Well this turned into a little game and we started feeding each other. In
between the bites Willie was feeding me, I was using my free hand to stuff my
face with pizza. I never can get enough of the stuff.
After my third or was it fifth, slice of pizza, plus countless little morsels
that Willie had been shoving in my mouth, I was finally begining to feel filled
up.
Willie must have figured out that I had had enough, because he began filling his
face with these delectable little pop corn shrimp that David had prepared.
He ate a few more then picked up a small container of what looked like tomato
sauce. He looked at me with a mischievious smile on his face and dipped his
finger in the sauce.
Thinking he was going to lick it off his finger I turned away to pick up an
olive. Willie took advantage of my distraction and rubbed that finger down my
nose. Then quick as could be he dipped his finger back in the sauce and dobbed
tomato sauce onto each of my cheeks.
My first instinct was to whip it away with the back of my hand, but some little
evil thing inside said wait dummy, lets see what he is up too. Well it didn't
take long to find out. Willie bent over and started licking the sauce from my
nose and cheeks. Well I gotta tell ya folks, it is one erotic feeling to have
someone licking real food off of your body. My dick was up to full staff
before Willie got to my second cheek.
Once he had licked the sauce off he picked up that little container again and
this time painted all over my nipples, my bellie button and then took the
container, grabbed my cock and dipped it in the sauce. I was flabbergasted and
just sat there stunned.
Willie didn't give a shit, he just bent over and started licking it all off. I
was feeling fantastic and started looking for something to rub on Willie's body.
But instead my eye caught John's. My face went instant red. I didn't know
John from Adam and there he was watching Willie lick tomato sauce off my body.
But John never gave any indication whatsoever that he was even looking at me.
He just knelt there quietly, breathing gently through his nose.
I don't know how long I stared at John staring at me, but suddenly I heard
Willie make his presance known.
"Ahhummmm", he grunted. "My dick is feeling lonely", he said.
I looked down and saw that he had dipped his dick in the sauce, so I bent over
real quick and started to clean it off. Well if I thought his licking sauce off
of me was erotic, licking it off of him was even more so. Once I had him
cleanded off I looked up to get that sauce.
"Looking for something Rob?" he asked with that devilish look in his eyes.
"Ya where is that fucking sauce I wanna dip your wick". I said bluntly.
He gave a little laugh and said, "well I think John's got it".
I started to look him in the eye but noticed that he was looking over towards
John, so I looked too. There was John, only kneeling up against the table with
his dick all covered in tomato sauce. The little container was on the table
right below his 7in uncut cock, which was bobbing up and down.
"I think John would like you to clean that sauce off his dick Rob", Willie said
with a giggle. "wouldn't you John?"
"Yes sir, I sure would." he said with no emotion in his voice.
I didn't need a second invitation. I scrabbled around that table on my knees
until I was beside him. John just continued to kneel facing the table. Why
the hell didn't he turn around, I thought. Then the answer came to me, John
was a slave. A very well trained salve, he wouldn't do anything unless told
to.
"Lay down and spread your legs so I can get at that thing John", I ordered
shakily.
Without hesitation John was down, legs spread, his big tomato sauce coverd dong
waving in the air. It looked so comical I almost broke out laughing, but
figured John would get angry if I did that. Man do I got a lot to learn about
this slave business.
I crawled inbetween his legs and started licking the sauce from that beautiful
red coated dick. A few seconds later Willie was there as well but on the
oppossite side and we cleaned Johns dick together.
Every once in a while our tongues would cross which would lead us into a bout of
tongue licking. This was so erotic, my dick was throbbing again dripping
precum all over the place.
I opend my mouth to take John's thick, purple glans in, but Willie saw what I
was about to do and he was there as well. So with one half of John's cockhead
in my mouth and the other half in Willie's we brought our lips together, our
tongue's flicking against the head. Then we worked our way down the shaft,
keeping our lips together while we flicked our tongues on and around the
throbbing dick. Once we reached the root of John's love stick we started back
towards the head.
John was moaning and groaning, but we were so absorbed in our own pleasure that
we paid him no attention at all. All that existed for us was that shaft and our
lips.
When we reached the head, Willie pulled away and went down to take one of John's
walnut sized nuts into his mouth. Not to be left behind I joined him by
slipping the other nut into my own mouth. I then noticed that Willie was
finger fucking John's ass. Not to be left out, I wrapped a hand around John's
shaft and began to wank his dick while I sucked merrily on his nut.
As we sucked our respective nut, our heads moved closer together until our lips
met and our tongue's met with the nuts between us. Before I knew what was
happening Willie and I had both spit out the nut and had embraced in a deep
kiss.
Willie pushed me gently backward and soon I was on my back on the plush carpet.
Willie followed me down never breaking the kiss. I felt his hand down between
my legs pushing them apart and I cooperated by opening my legs. Willie crawled
in and began to play with my dick and balls while we continued our kiss.
Then I felt his throbbing dick brushing against my aching member. They rubbed
together for a bit while Willie loosened my pussylips. When he felt it was
loose enough he moved his dick into position and I felt it begin to penitrate my
love hole. I relaxed my sphincter muscle and Willies 8 inch shaft slid deep
into my guts. Willie got all the way in on first shove and there was almost no
pain at all, just a bit of an uncomfortable feeling like I had to have a dump,
but it passed quickly.
Willie then began a slow all the way in all the way out rythym. As he humped
his cockhead brushed against my prostate sending waves of pleasure through my
body. Willie bent over and started to pinch and pull at my tender nipples,
increasing the pleasure I was feeling.
I raised my arms and took Willies nipples between thumb and forefinger and began
a slow massage to match the rhythm he had set in my pussyhole. He threw his
head back and moaned in pleasure. Then bent over and we began a deep,
searching kiss again.
I was riding a wave of pure ectasy and Willie began to pick up the pace.
Willie lifted himself up from my face but kept his steady rhythm. "John", he
called. "I want to suck that stick of yours and Rob wants to suck ass."
"Wait a minute here", I protested. "I do not want to suck ass".
"Oh yes you do", Willie insisted. "You just didn't know it."
I had forgotten all about poor John, one moment we were turning the poor bugger
on, the next we had left him cold. Regardless of what I had to say, John
came scrambling over without a moments hesitation. He crawled over and spread
his legs apart and he moved over my head. From my position I could see that
big hard cock, then the balls and as he continued forward, his ass. Because he
was a slave John was completely hairless.
As he brought his smooth, pink rose bud closer to my hesitant mouth I picked up
this most wonderful of smells. The closer John's ass got to my face the
sharper this wonderful smell became. The smell alone was very erotic and I
could feel my dick begin to pulse even stronger than before. Just before that
asspussy reached my mouth, I realized that the smell was coming from John's
shitter. He had cleaned himself real good before coming to the room and had
applied some kind of scent to the inside of his pussy.
The smell was so enticing I couldn't resist licking that hole. The taste was
like nothing I had ever tasted in my life, it was fantastic. How to describe
it?........hmmm......well.....it was a bit nutty, with just a hint of mixed
fruit and the barest hint of male musk. Well don't look at me like that, how
the hell am I supposed to describe it, I havn't got a clue what it was, I was
just smelling and tasting it as I licked away, so get off my case. :)
I may not have liked the idea of licking and sucking ass, but that taste and
smell was just so over powering I couldn't get my tongue in deep enough. I
licked and sucked that asshole like I was a drowning man and that hole was my
life belt.
Willie must have been doing one hell of a number on John's dick, while I sucked
his pussyhole. John was moaning and his whole body was vibrating.
Willie had picked up the pace, and his dick was moving in and out of my asspussy
at a much greater rate. The constant stimulation of my prostate had me on the
edge of a prescipace and Willie kept me there as he brought John up to the same
edge.
Finally I could feel myself reaching the plateau and knew that within a very few
minutes I would be there and my seed would be pumping up between Willie and
John. I brought a hand up and began to massage John's nuts and from the
movement of his balls I knew he was close as well.
A minute or so later I felt John's nuts jump up and he began to cum. That was
all the incentive I needed and my nuts began shooting their payload up between
the two young men hovering over me. A fraction of a second later I felt Willies
hot seed begin to pump into my cockshute.
I shot off 4 good strong pulses and a couple of weak ones. Don't know how
many the other's shot, but it seemed to go on forever. Finally William pulled
away and then John followed suit. As John moved back Willie bent over to give
me another big kiss.
When our lips met Willie opened his mouth and filled mine with a load of John's
cum. I was taken completely by surprise and almost choked on it, but regained
my senses in time and forced it back into Willie's mouth. Then he forced it
back into mine.
Just like a couple of kids playing a give and take game, we passed John's sperm
back and forth. Finally Willie forced it into my mouth and pulled away. I
had no choice now but to swallow it, but to be perfectly honest I didn't mind
at all. It was just as sweet as Willies and my own.
Then I felt a warm tongue licking my bellie and looking down watched as John
licked up the sperm which I had shot inbetween them.
After we had cleaned each other up, Willie and I embraced and lay back on the
plushly carpeted floor. Within a few moments we both fell into a relaxed
sleep.
Willie and I lay locked in each other's arms for just over an hour. Willie
awoke first and began to play with my nipples, which brought me back from where
ever it is I go when I sleep.
"Hungry?", he asked.
"No not really", I answered. "But I sure as hell could use a cold drink."
"Anything in particular?", he asked. I shook my head no and he asked, "coke
ok". I gave him the yes nod.
"John", he called. "Get us a couple of cold coke's, and get one for yourself if
you like."
The ever silent John got to his feet and said, "Yes Master William, sir".
We started talking about the club and the contest that I had been in. I was
thinking about the other three lads that had also been in the competition. I
shuddered as I thought that in some dark room somewhere those poor guys were
hanging from chains, having the skin torn from their backs by unmerciful whips.
"It doesn't seem right William", I said. "I mean those lads didn't do anything
wrong. Just like me they tried their best, but only one can win."
"Rob, you are in a differnet world to what you are used to." he said in a very
serious tone. "You have entered a world where the norms are not the same. All
three of those lads are in the positions they are, because they want to be
there. You were the only one on that stage tonight that did not voluntarily
seek slavery as a way of life.", he paused to let that sink in.
"They will be whipped, for sure, but the skin will not be shredded from their
backs. The Masters are all experts at inflicting just the right amount of pain
to turn those guys on. The Masters are not angry with their slave's, or hate
them. The Masters love their slaves and are very careful not to hurt his
slave beyond the level of endurance he knows his salve can handle.
The slaves want the pain, they crave the pain and the humiliation and the
degredation that goes with it. For them it is a normal way of life." His hand
was rubbing up and down the very back that he had whipped only the night before
as he explained.
I admit I made a couple of mistakes last night.", he said with real concern in
his voice.
"You should not have been cut. I appologize for that, I became tired and should
have quit the moment I noticed it. But I didn't. Dad was very angry and
dissapointed with me. It will be quite some time before I live this down." It
looked like a tear had formed in his eye as he said this.
"It is ok William, I don't hold it against you. It doesn't even hurt anymore."
I said as I wiped the tear from his eye.
I then leaned over and gave him a tender kiss to demonstrate that I ment what I
said. I heard a rustle and looked around. John had returned with the
drinks. I took mine and pulled back the tab on the can. I think I drained
half the can on my first swallow. I couldn't believe how thirsty I was.
That cold, sweet coke felt good flowing down my parched throat.
John was still standing there, "sit down John and drink up", Willie said.
John sat and began to drink his coke as he watched and listened to us.
Willie continued from where he had left off.
"So you see Rob, you really don't need to worry or be concerned. Those slaves
will all be ok, in fact I would suspect by now all three of them have shot off
countless loads and are in a blissful state." He let this point drive home.
"John", Willie asked, "Tell Rob how you came to be my personal slave".
I looked up in surprise, his personal slave. I had been thinking John was just
a household slave. It had never occurred to me that Willie would have a slave.
"I have always been a very submissive person.", John began. "As I came into
puberty I also realized that I was gay. I was not interested in girls at all,
while just seeing a guy in a tight t-shirt would cause my dick to rise."
"It was not easy, being both submissive and gay. The worst problem was being
gay but being scared to death that someone would find out. After all the guys
in school were always taking about what they would do with a faggot if they ever
caught one."
"I had just turned 17 when I had my first sexual encounter with another person.
Erin was my age, we had met the year before when he moved into the apartment
next to ours. We met the same day he moved in and became instant friends. We
liked all the same things and from that point on did everything together."
"About a week after my 17th birthday, Erin and I were in my room working on a
school project. It was very warm and Erin removed his shirt. Well that was all
I needed to pull a boner. Usually I was able to hide it, but for some reason,
Erin caught this one."
"Did my removing my shirt do that to you?", he asked.
"I of course went red in the face and stammered and just generally felt shitty,
'cause I thought I was about to loose a good friend. But Erin was ready for
me."
"Don't sweat it John", he said. "I have been fairly certain for quite some time
that you might be gay."
"Well that only made my face go even redder."
"It really is ok John", he said reassuringly, "because so am I."
"Well that night we engaged in oral sex and I loved it. From then on we began
to explore and enjoy our sexuality."
"About a year or so later, Erin came to me one day and said that he had become
aware of a gay group that practiced slavery. He said that he had done so
research and had decided that he wanted to turn himself over to a Master and
enter into a life of total servitude to that Master."
"I of course thought he was crazy and tried to talk him out of it, but to no
avail. He was determined. From his research he found out that Master Scott
was one of the most respected Masters in this part of the country. He told me
that he was going to give himself to Master Scott and he did try."
"You might think that a Master would be more than happy to take on a new slave.
Well there may be Masters that will just take anyone that comes along, but
Master Scott didn't get his reputation by having an open door policy. He is
very selective when it comes to choosing whom he will train and retain as a
slave."
"Erin returned from his interview with Master Scott very depressed. After four
hours of baring his soul, Master Scott had said he would study the results of
the interview and give a decision within two weeks. For the next two weeks
Ering was on pins and needles constantly. He would jump up and run to the
phone every time it rang."
"While all this was going on, Erin began to fill me in on why he wanted to be a
slave. The more he talked the more convinced I became that he was right.
Slowly I began to want the same thing."
"Almost two weeks to the day, the phone call came. Master Scott would be
willing to take Erin into training. He was close off all loose ends. Close
his bank accounts. Pay off all outstanding bills and give notice to his
landlord. He must get rid of all his possession. He would not be permitted to
bring anything with him but the cloths he was wearing. He had three day to
accomplish this and was to present himself at the main door to a specific
address at exact 10:00 am three days hence."
"Erin was ecstatic and three days later we said our tearful goodbyes. Once he
was gone the apartment was empty, bare and lonely. I cried a lot, I missed him
deeply."
"Approximately one week later I was sitting at the kitchen table, crying when
there was a soft knock on the door. I wiped the tears from my eyes and answered
the door. When I opened the door I was surprised to see a young boy of about
16 standing there. He told me he was a friend of Erin's and could he come in
and talk with me for a few minutes. Well as I said he looked about 16, was
very clean and well dressed so I had no reason not to let him in."
"The few minutes turned out to be a couple of hours. My visitor was Master
William. He explained that he was Master Scott's son and that Erin had turned
out to be an ecceptionally good slave, but was very sad because his friend John
was not with him."
"He also explained that Master Scott could not take on anymore slaves at the
moment. However he, William was looking for a personal slave and would I be
interested. My first response was an emphatic No. But as we talked all the
things that Erin had said started to come back and I began to feel a deep need
to give myself to this young boy."
"He then suggested I visit the mansion and see for myself. He also told me that
if I decided to go ahead with this I would have to sign a contract. That
contract gave both parties the right to break the agreement at anytime. Master
William told me that like his father any contract between a him and his slave
also includes funds to help the slave reestablish himself should the contract be
broken. Those funds are payable to the slave immediately, regardless of who
breaks the contract."
"I visited the mansion, talked with Erin and also talked with David, Master
Scott's slave cook. I was convinced that I would be much happier here and so
gave my self to Master William. I have never looked back. I am very happy
here and would not ever want to go back to my old life."
With that John became very quiet again.
"Is Erin still here?", I asked.
"Yes sir", he replied. "Our Master's allow us to spend most night's together if
our services are not required for other duties."
"Thank you John", I said. "Most interesting".
I sat back reflecting on all of what John had just described.
I then turned to Willie and asked, "So is that how most slaves become slaves?"
"Well not necessarily", he replied. "There are many different ways, but that is
certainly one of them. In the vast majority of cases it is the slave that
approaches the Master first. In a few rare cases, such as your own, the Master
sees a very strong candidate for slavery and initiates the contact."
This was all very interesting but there was something else flying around in my
head and I really needed an answer. So I figured this was as good a time as any
to ask.
"There is something I would really like to know, Willie", I said. "Somewhere
out there a stranger has my pouch. Did you, by any chance see who caught it
and is he a half decent sort?"
He looked at me with a rather serious look on his face and I thought, oh oh
maybe I have stepped into forbidden territory. He got up from the floor, walked
over towards the door looking for something. He seemed to have found it
because he bent over and picked something up. As he turned to come back I
noted that it was his pants. He came back over beside me and sat down.
Putting his hand in one of the pockets, he turned and looked at me with a big
smile on his face.
"I did", he shouted pulling my pouch out of the pocket and waving it in my face
as we both broke out into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
I don't think John had any idea what we were laughing about because he just sat
there, silently, sipping his coke and watching us. There was an amused look in
his eyes, but his face betrayed no emotion at all.
After the fits of laughter finally eased up Willie gave John orders to clean up
and put the food away. He told him that once he was finished with that he
could go to bed, his services would not be needed anymore this night.
Willie and I adjourned to the big, satin covered bed. I suddenly realized that
I was extremely tired.
"Could we go to sleep for a while, Willie?", I asked. "I am bushed and that
little nap a while ago only made it worse."
"Certainly", he replied. "I had the same thing in mind. It has been a very
long day. If we go to sleep now we will have that much more time to play
tomorrow."
We climbed up onto the bed and shuffled to the centre. We cuddled up close
gave each other a good night kiss and fell into a deep sleep locked in each
others arms.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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