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 non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior 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/Oral/Bond/NC/Hum
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Life
By Rob
Chapter 21
Rob Signs a Contract
Upon our return to the mansion it was straight to my apartment. John and Erin
helped me get out of the leather outfit and hung it up.
I was tired beyond belief. All I wanted was to plop into the whirlpool and let
it soak all my aches, pains and tiredness away.
John and Erin helped me in saying they would be back in an hour to collect me to
go for dinner . Erin set the timer and told me to be sure and get out once it
went off. I assured them I would and they left.
I lay back, the hot water, swirling around my body felt wonderful. I closed my
eyes and drifted off into a dream.
I was on top of the radio mast of the CN Tower performing the Dick Dance for all
the little ants more than a 1000 ft below. The wind was whistling around me as
I humped my dick forward and back in all directions.
I did a back flip and was up balancing on one hand, my legs spread, waving my
dick at the city far below. I raised my freehand up and began to masturbate.
Soon I was blowing my load far out over the city. Bobbing up and down forcing
myself to turn, shooting mile long ropes of cum all over Metropolitan Toronto.
Just as I blew the last of my load my hand slipped and I started to fall. I
didn't scream. I wasn't scared. I spread my arms and legs and flew towards
the ground. Faster and faster the ground came rushing forward. An erotic
rush. My dick was back to full erection, pointing straight towards the ground.
A sudden strong, overpowering desire took over my being. I had to drive my
dick deep into the earth. I had to fuck
this big, round, living ball, we call home.
My cock had grown large, it was as thick as a telephone pole and stood out 10
feet in front of me.
"Oh earth you are going to get a good fucking. Rob's huge, monster dick is
going to fill your cunt hole" I screamed.
My cock was only inches from the ground and I opened my mouth and screamed.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss................".
I was rudely brought out of this wonderfully crazy dream by the sound of the
whirlpool buzzer screaming in my ear. Shit what a dream. I could feel my dick,
it was rock hard and throbbing. The swirling waters giving it a gentle
massage.
Strangely, I didn't really want to cum. I didn't want to wank. I just wanted
to crawl into my nice warm bed and sleep.
But as with all dreams reality sets in and I climbed out and hit the shower. I
turned the water on full cold and climbed under.
The jets of cold water hit my hot skin like a million darning needles all trying
to penetrate into my body. I lurched back from the first onslaught but soon
climbed under again. The cold water soon helped rid me of the unwanted
erection and had me wide awake.
Back in my bedroom, feeling much better, I quickly climbed into the standard
slaves outfit, the one I detested. Then made my way to my living room,
intending to doze in an easy chair until John and Erin arrived.
However I noticed right away that one of the easy chairs had been removed and in
its place a computer desk had been installed. On the desk was my old 733. I
had built her 3 years ago and loved her. She was badly out of date and slow
compared to new stuff, but I just hated to part with her.
I had really missed her over the course of the past week and had even begun to
think I would never ever see her again. But there she was as big as life just
waiting for daddy.
I went right to her and fired her up. I sat down and began checking my files.
I do have a tendency to become totally absorbed when working. Tuning out
everything around me. I didn't hear the knock at the door. John finally gave
up waiting for me to give the come in, and entered.
I finally noticed them as they approached me.
"Oh hi guys, look at this I got my baby back." I said a big smile on my face.
"Well come on it's time for dinner. You can play with your toy when you get
back." John said, a bit impatiently, I noted.
"Uh....sorry John. Have I done something wrong? I asked concerned.
"No it's ok Rob. I forgot you were a computer nerd." he said with a smile.
"Huh." I grunted perplexed.
"Nothing, lets go eat." he responded.
"Ok." I said while clicking on the "Shut down", button on the screen.
And we were off to dinner.
I started work on the report that night. With the latitude the Master had given
I was not under the same pressure to finish that I had been at Rushton's.
I took my time, worked carefully and 7 days later handed the Master a
comprehensive, 690 page report on IconSoftware and it's behind the scenes
owner, Hugh Gorden.
It was a labour intensive week with me working long hours with short breaks to
eat and sleep. John and Erin had to literally pull me away from the machine
more than a few times to go eat.
Two days later I was summoned to the Master's office. This time the summons
came via Eric and my intercom.
"Rob, Eric here." The intercom speaker belched out, just as I was getting out
of bed at 4:35 am.
Sleepily I reached for the button and pressed.
"Yes Eric." I answered.
"Present yourself at the Master's office at exactly 7 am." Eric ordered.
"I will be there." I replied.
John, Erin and I usually went for breakfast at 6:30 and took a full hour to
enjoy the meal before heading off for whatever chores had been assigned for the
day.
This morning I ate hurriedly and was very jittery. I hoped the Master was
happy with the report. I had been on edge since submitting it, waiting for a
reply was nerve racking. A reply that never came. Now the moment of truth
had come and I had to go face the bear in his den, alone. John and Erin were
not accompanying me this time.
I entered the outer office at 5 minutes to the hour. Once inside I went down
on my knees and waited. Eric was at his desk but never looked up or
acknowledged my presence in any way.
It was deathly quiet in the office. Every once in a while Eric would type
something on his computer keyboard and the sound of the keys being depressed
were like cannon shoots, reverberating throughout the room.
A big round clock on the wall had a second hand that went, "dunk, dunk, dunk,"
beating out the seconds. It sounded like a base drum in the silence. How
could Eric stand to work in the silence it was enough to drive you crazy.
"Bbbbbbbbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzztttttttttttt"
The sound of the intercom buzzer was like a car horn hit full blast right into
the ear. It was so sudden and unexpected that I fell over. Finally Eric
acknowledged my presence by looking up startled.
The look on his face was precious and I started to giggle. Realizing where I
was I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth and got quickly back up onto my
knees.
"Send Rob in," the Master's voice came loud and clear.
I stood up immediately and made for the padded door. Eric just replied to the
Master in the affirmative and shook his head.
As I entered the room I noticed right away that the Master was not alone. He
was sitting on one of the sofa's and there were 5 other men plus Henry seated
around the sofa/chair arrangement. They didn't pay the slightest bit of
attention to me as I entered. After closing the door quietly I went down on my
knees and waited for orders.
After about 5 minutes or so it became very plain that they were talking about
me. From what I could gather it looked like they were planing to have me do
some kind of computer security work. But having missed so much of the
conversation prior to entering it was really hard to tell.
Finally the Master called.
"Rob come over here."
I got up and made my way quickly to the group. I really wasn't sure what I was
supposed to do, so did what I had been taught. Just on the edge of the
sofa/chair arrangement I went down on my knees.
I saw a look of pride in the Master's eyes so I guess I did right. He then
congratulated me for the excellent job I had done on the report. Some
preliminary investigations by his people had proved much of what I had written
to be true. My report had provided the leads which allowed the investigators to
find their way through the maze that Hugh Gorden had set up.
He then told me that I would be rewarded and that I still had a reward coming
for winning the Dick Dance.
The mention of that fucking dance caused me to become instantly self-conscious.
My face turned a deep red, which seemed to amuse the Master. The corners of his
mouth curled up in a little smile.
Then he let the bomb shell drop.
"This afternoon we will be going on another little outing Rob and I know you
will definitely want to go on this one."
He let that sink in, watching my face closely for a sign that I was unhappy
about this little doozy of an announcement. But I was much too quick, I was
learning. The announcement was a bit of a shocker and a frown started to
darken my face and then I remembered the last time. As well I could see that he
was looking straight at me. I quickly changed that frown into a golden smile.
His eyes sparkled in merriment over that.
"The Golden Goose will be holding a ceremony to present me with the World Dick
Dance Championship Trophy. It just wouldn't be right if I didn't take you
along, after all it was you that won it for me." he said proudly.
"I know how self-conscious you are Rob so we will try to keep embarrassments to
a minimum. Does that make you feel better?" he asked solicitously.
Time to earn some brownie points I thought.
"Master, Sir I am unimportant, my only desire, my only reason for living, is to
serve you Sir."
I had hit the mark. That was what he wanted to hear in front of all these guys.
His eyes were really sparkling now and a big smile creased his face.
"We will leave precisely at one. John will accompany us and you both will wear
leather 2. That will be all."
I got up on my feet and quietly exited the office.
I had been assigned duties in the Laundry facilities in the basement for the day
so headed straight there after leaving the Master.
At noon I met John in the dining room. I gave him the instructions but he told
me Eric had already filled him in. We ate a hurried lunch and headed upstairs
to get dressed.
The leather 2 outfit was 100% more comfortable than the leather 3. I did not
have to wear that horrible chain attached to my ear and nose. That alone was a
blessed relief. However, and there always seems to be a lot of howevers where
the Master is concerned. I had to wear tight leather underwear.
As with the tight pants of the leather 3 outfit, these underwear had two holes,
one for the cock and one for the balls.
Before putting them on John had to force a butt plug up my ass. Then I pulled
and tugged to get the shorts on. When done my cock and balls hung out lewdly.
Then the little strap arrangement had to be placed on my nut sac the same as
last time. My cock of course was having a wonderful time. The fucker was
up, bouncing and weaving all over the place. The little bastard started
dribbling precum all over the place.
"Don't know what we are going to do with you Rob," John said shaking his head.
"I have never seen anyone that gets turned on as easy as you."
My face turned red and I felt about 1 inch high and wished I was. John went
into the bathroom and returned with a damp rag. He wiped off my dick and I
started pulling on the loose fitting leather pants. Well at least the precum
wouldn't soak through and show.
Finally dressed John told me to have a seat and wait while he went and got
ready. He was back in less than 10 minutes and we headed downstairs.
When we got out of the elevator we could see the Master and Henry waiting by the
front door.
"Oh, oh. I hope were not late. I was sure it was only a quarter to one when we
left you room." John whispered.
"It was." I whispered back.
The two of us now nervous and a bit on edge hurried down the hall, we hoped it
wasn't to our doom.
As soon as we were a respectful distance from the Master we both went down on
our knees.
"Same as last time, no kneeling until we get back. Let's go."
He headed out the door with John and I on his tail. Henry fell in behind.
Frank had the limo door open and the Master climbed right in. John and I
climbed in and folded down the side seats and sat down. Henry plunked himself
beside the Master and Frank closed the door. A few seconds later we were off.
When we pulled up in front of the Golden Goose the crowd was as large, if not
larger than last time. Henry got out first followed by the Master. I waited
for John to give me the ok to get up which he did the moment the Master
disappeared into the club.
We both got out and John led the way in. The crowd broke into an applause as we
passed by. Can you guess what my face did?
Instead of going down to the Masters table he opened a door just inside the
entrance and went through, I of course followed.
We were in a small hallway. He walked forward a short distance and the hallway
made a ninety degree turn to the right. This hall went all the way down the
length of the building by the looks of it. There were a lot of people moving
around in it.
John went on down about half way and opened a door on the left. We entered a
fairly large room with lounge chairs all over the place. Only a few of them
had occupants. John led me to a far corner where two chair were place opposite
each other by a small window.
We each took a chair and sat.
John suddenly had a very serious look on his face. I looked at him but he
turned his head away. Something was really bothering him.
"What's wrong John?" I asked with concern.
"I have to tell you something that I know is going to hurt you and I don't want
to do it." he said sadly.
Oh, oh. Here we go again. Was I going to have to perform the fucking Dick
Dance again?
"Look John get it over with. I can take it. I may not like it, but I can take
it, I hope."
"Well.... ah......... Rob.... your going to have to do the Dick Dance out there
again." he finally managed to spit it out.
Having already guessed that was what he was going to say, it didn't hit quite so
hard.
"Fuck," I swore. "I just knew it. It was in his smile this morning when he
told we were coming here."
"If it's any consolation, you don't have to collect any strings this time.
Just repeat the stage part of the dance."
"Ok, I can handle it. At least I don't have that tight fucking outfit on this
time."
"There is something more Rob." he said looking down at the floor.
"Ok give me the bad news."
"You have to do it just wearing the underwear and your boots."
My heart dropped to the floor. I began to shake and tears filled my eyes.
"Just these damned fucking underwear," I barely managed to whisper, my throat
suddenly very dry and constricting.
"Yes, it's the rules. I had to do it when I won."
"John I am going to be a wreck before I even get out on that stage. Look at me
I am shaking like a leaf. My guts are turning upside down." I managed to croak
out.
"How much time do I have before they will call me?"
"We have about 20 minutes so I guess we had better go get you ready."
He stood up and I followed. We went back out into the hall and down a bit
further. This time we turned into a small room on the right.
It was a small dressing room. John shut the door and helped me start to get the
leather 2 outfit off. It wasn't long before I was standing there in just the
underwear and boots. My dick was semi hard and my balls, separated by the
strap were hanging down and shining in the light.
John tried very hard to ease my nervousness by talking about everything but the
Dick Dance. It didn't help. In the back of my mind I was remembering last
week.
My dick was now rock hard and spitting precum all over. I would bet my life
that the main reason the Master kept doing these things to me was because of my
dick. It kept saying I liked this shit, overruling my denials.
A loud buzzer sounded in the hallway.
"The 10 minute call Rob. It will go again at 5 minutes and we will have to make
our way out."
"Your coming too?" I asked, happy at the prospect of not being alone.
"Oh yes Rob, I'm coming too. In some ways I have a worse job than you." he said
sadly as he started to peel off his outfit.
"That don't sound too good. What do you have to do?"
"I am not permitted to tell you Rob. I can only say that neither one of us will
want it, but we will both love it."
John was totally naked except for his boots when the 5 minute buzzer sounded.
"Ya gotta go naked?" I asked in amazement.
"Ya, lets go. He quickly connected a gold chain to his collar and handed me the
other end."
"The hunter and the hunted," I said.
"Ya something like that. You lead. Go straight up onto the stage and over to
the Master. When you get there hand him my chain and wait for instructions."
"Ok." I said leading the way out the door.
John had me turn left as we exited the room. The hallway was almost empty. It
would seem everyone wanted to be in the hall for the show.
Just down the hall a way to young men were standing by a set of double doors.
As John and I approached they pushed the doors open and held them. John told me
to go through.
We entered into a slightly larger hall that was all in darkness except for a
small amount of light that seeped through windows in the doors at the other end.
Two more young men stood by these doors, but they didn't open the doors.
We came up to the men and John told me to wait. He said they would open the
door when it was time to go in.
The waiting seemed interminable. I was getting more and more nervous. My dick
was sticking out and throbbing. Poor John, connected to that leash I was
holding had to go in bare ass naked. I gave a little shudder at that.
Suddenly a bright light shone on the doors and through the windows lighting up
the little hall. The lads pushed the doors open and a dull roar surrounded us.
As soon as the doors were open John gave me a little push with his hand and off
we went.
The moment I appeared in the spotlight the audience went wild. My dick stood
out proudly in front bouncing up and down with each step I took. My eyes had
filled with tears from the shear humiliation of it. I am sure the only thing
that kept me from screaming out my pain, was the knowledge that poor John had to
be led out naked with that chain around his neck.
I walked as fast as I could without making it obvious I wanted to get this
horror over with. As I passed the tables my humiliation was increased by shouts
of, "look at that dick bounce" , "I'd like that prong up my pussy" , "swing that
thing" and many more just as bad.
The stage was getting closer and up on the stage I could see the Master and Jack
the MC.
Finally we were climbing the four steps to the stage. I made my way to centre
stage and presented John's leash to the Master.
The crowd went crazy. I stood there in amazement as the Master took the leash
and waltzed John all around the perimeter of the stage. It was then I noticed
that John's dick was just as hard as mine and leaking precum just as freely.
"Gentlemen," shouted Jack.
"The former World Champion, holding the title for 4 years, John, slave to Master
Scott. The crowd gave John a big, loud and standing ovation. The Master
continued to parade him a round like a puppy.
The crowd began to settle down and the Master returned to centre stage.
"It is now time to present the World Champion Dick Dance trophy to Master Scott.
This will make the third time in a row that Master Scott has taken this trophy."
The crowd gave him a loud applause.
The spot light suddenly went out into the audience and two young men were
approaching the stage carrying a huge trophy in the shape of a four foot high,
erect cock. It was made of silver, the balls formed the base. Around this
phallic trophy just up from the balls was tied a red ribbon. The fucking thing
looked obscene to me. I couldn't figure out why anyone would want anything to
do with it.
It was carried up onto the stage. Jack made a little speech and the two lads
handed the trophy over to the Master and I. We stood there hold this big
fucking, disgusting monster why photographers snapped our pic. Oh great I
thought, hope this doesn't make the local newspaper.
We only held that thing for a few minutes. The photographers took their pics
and were gone. The two lads came back over and relieved us of the burden. The
thing was taken off stage and placed smack dab in the centre of the Master's
table. Good I thought, I am not permitted to sit there, and gave a little
giggle under my breath.
"To validate the win, it is now our good fortune to be able to witness the
fantastic slave boy, Rob, recreate the Dick Dance that gave him the World
Championship."
"Make me proud Rob," the Master said as he led John off the stage.
On his way off the stage Jack whispered to me,
"begin as soon as the music starts."
Then he too was gone and I was alone.
Ok, I thought. A fucking dick dance you want, a dick dance you will get. The
moment the music began I gave a leap into the air and did a forward flip. I
don't know what they are called cause I only saw them on TV, but I did a whole
bunch a flips moving all around the stage. Flips where ya go from your feet to
your hands, kinda like tumbling, but standing up.
From that I broke into my favorite, the cartwheel. I decided to take it one
step further than I had during the contest. I cartwheel off the stage out into
the audience and around a few of the tables. I did this on all sides so no one
would feel left out. The audience just ate it right up.
Back on the stage I went up on my hands and walked around, letting my hard cock
wave to the audience. The little bugger was streaming dick snot all over the
fucking place. I was just finishing off this little part of the act when a
string came down suddenly and got me in the eye.
I quickly finished that off. Got up on my feet and brushed my eye clear, never
pausing for a second. All that was left was the suck my cock routine. The
routine I now new they were all really here to see. I hadn't realized just how
rare it was for a guy to be able to take his whole cock down his throat.
Well time to get them cuming in their pants, I thought. I went down on my
back, brought my legs over my head and rammed my hard dick down my throat.
While the audience went wild, I encountered a small problem. When I had done
this last week I had been wearing a leather vest which made it easy to turn my
body. This time my back was bare. The resistance between my skin and the
hardwood floor of the stage was like the brake shoe on a car.
I managed to do it but it hurt like hell and put friction burns on my back. The
movement wasn't as smooth as it had been, but I did manage and the crowd loved
it.
Finally I stood up. As far as I was concerned I had done my bit.
Jack a good show man realized I was finished and came back on stage right away.
"Was that great or was that great," he yelled as he walked up to me.
He put his big arm around my shoulder.
"Come on gentlemen show this boy you really do appreciate him."
The already wild crowd went even wilder. He let them yell and scream for a bit,
then called for order.
"Now for the final transfer, the former World Champion, John, will formally turn
over his Championship to the new Champion, Rob."
John marched his naked body back up and onto the stage. Jack quietly
disappeared. John came up to me, smiled wanly then got down on his knees and
took my throbbing dick in his mouth.
Oh fuck no, the final humiliation. I was going to have to stand here while he
gave me a blow job. My eyes filled with tears again. I began to shake. John
just went ahead and sucked my dick. I had been on edge for so long it didn't
take long before I blew my load in poor John's mouth right there on that stage,
in front of hundreds of horny guys.
When the audience saw that I was blowing my load they screamed and yelled and
carried on something fierce. John continued to suck and lick until my dick was
flaccid and completely clean of any cum.
He stood up and the audience cheered him.
"Now the new World Champion Rob," Jacks voice came over the audio system.
"to demonstrate that he is a humble Champion and true sport will give John a
farewell blowjob."
No, no, no, no. These people are all sick. Sick, sick, sick. I screamed
internally.
Knowing I had no choice I reluctantly got down on my knees in front of John. A
man whose cock I have had in my mouth many times over the course of the last two
weeks. A cock that I enjoy sucking and licking. A cock attached to a man I
respect and admire. Now I must suck that beautiful cock in public. Somehow the
whole thing seemed dirty to me. I was going to suck it, but this time I would
not enjoy it.
I took his throbbing member in my mouth, choking on it. I did my best to give
John as much pleasure as I possibly could, but I knew it was not my best. My
total humiliation just made it impossible for me to do John's cock justice. In
the meantime, my treacherous member decided to wakeup again.
I finally felt John's dick stiffen and knew he was about to fill my mouth with
his wonderful juice. However, just as he started to squirt, his cock slipped
out of my mouth. His hot seed shot all over my face. Before I could get his
cock back in my mouth he was finished.
John's hot seed was in my hair, in my eyes and all over my face. I lifted my
hand to wipe it away.
"Don't Rob," John hissed. "You will piss them all off it you do that. Let it
stay."
Damn. The stuff was all over my eyelids and I could barely see. I could live
with it in my hair and on my face, but I wanted to see.
"It's in my eyes John." I answered. "I can't see."
"Just finish licking me clean then stand up, I'll fix your eyes."
Finding his still hard dick was not a problem. I sucked it and licked around
the best I could, but with my vision all blurred it was hard to tell if I got it
all or not. I had done the best I could so I stood up.
John moved up to me and started licking the cum from my eyes. Then I heard the
Master's voice.
"Just the eyes John. Just the eyes, the rest stays." he ordered.
Finally John managed to get it all away from my eyes and I could focus again.
All this time the audience had been going wild. The cum on my face was
beginning to dry under the hot stage lights. My face was beginning to itch,
but I couldn't scratch.
The Master attached John's gold chain to his collar and handed the other end of
the chain to me.
"Take him back to the dressing room Rob. Henry and I will meet you both in the
limo."
"Yes sir." I replied.
"Oh, Rob, don't not wash your face or hair. You must wear that back to the
mansion."
I replied in the affirmative again and headed back to the dressing room. The
long walk back through the audience was no less humiliating then it had been on
the entrance. John, on his gold leash followed along behind.
We got dressed as quickly as possible. John removed the gold leash and
pocketed it. Then we headed out to the limo.
Frank was standing by the door ready to open it as we approached. The Master
and Henry were already there. John and I settled down into the folding seats
and the limo headed for home.
Amazing. I was now thinking of the mansion as home. Hell I hadn't even
thought of my little one room flat as home. But that mansion, where I had lived
for only two weeks and had undergone some unbelievable experiences, had become
my home.
As we were pulling up in front of the mansion the Master spoke to us.
"I want you both to go get cleaned up. Get Erin and all three of you change
into day dress. I want you all in my office in 1 hour."
We both gave our, "Yes Sir", at the same time. The Master and Henry climbed
out and headed straight into the mansion. John and I climbed out and head for
our apartments.
An hour later the three of us were in Eric's office, on our knees, waiting for
the Master to call us in.
We were kept waiting for over 20 minutes. I still hadn't gotten fully used to
sitting for long periods like this. My legs were starting to cramp a bit. I
shifted my weight around gently, as John had taught me, but I was still starting
to get the cramps.
The buzzer finally sound and the call to go in came. We got up, I was stiff
but did manage, and headed for the inner sanctum door.
Upon entering I was surprised to see a number of the other slaves there. There
was Henry of course and Tony, the Head of House Keeping and the man whose dick I
had sucked under the table during the break at the orgy; Ted, who had pieced my
ear and nose, a number of the young men that had attended the orgy and 4 or 5
others I had not met.
All but Henry were on their knees and in two rows one on each side of the desk.
After entering all three of us went down on our knees. Then the Master called
for us to come forward. We made our way around the sofa/chair arrangement and
headed towards the desk, between the watching eyes of the slaves kneeling on
each side.
At a certain point that John and Erin seemed to some how know, John touched my
side and we stopped. They both started to go down so I followed suit.
"I have called you all together today because one of your number has done very
well in his mission to please me. As you all know, when you do well you are
rewarded."
"In reality this man is not one of you, although he is treated exactly like you.
He is actually a victim. A victim of a kidnapping."
Heads went up.
"He was a man heading down a road to disaster. Something had to be done to
protect him from himself."
"First he was gay, but wouldn't admit it, even to himself. He kept trying to
make it with the ladies, but kept striking out. He was very attracted to a
number of gay men, two right in his own department at work, but he refused to
acknowledge it."
My head shot up, this time, and my mouth fell open in disbelief. The Master saw
the look on my face.
"Oh yes, Jason and Keith. They both knew you were gay. They both tried very
hard to get your attention. But you ignored them. Refused to accept there
advances."
Could it be true? The did always seem to be there, always so helpful and
friendly. Come to think of it they had both asked me to join them for lunch on
many different occasions, but I had always claimed other plans. Which most
times was a lie. I ended up eating a sandwich alone in my office.
"Then their was his extreme submissiveness. He would do anything for anybody,
not because he really wanted to, but because he couldn't say no. He still
can't."
"I could go on and on for the rest of the afternoon siting examples of the
things which were leading this man to ruin."
"But he has enormous good qualities as well. When I became aware of his
plight, I decided to give him a chance to live, to enjoy his life, to be proud
of himself. The only way that I was able to do that was to kidnap him."
"Rob, you are not a slave. You are a freeman, however I do believe that life
out there will destroy you."
"Over the course of the last two weeks you have reached a number of milestones.
I would be willing to bet that if I asked you right now if you were gay, your
answer would be yes. Is that not true?"
Tears had been filling my eyes as he spoke. Everything he was saying was true.
"Yes Sir, I am gay, Sir." I had no problem at all saying it.
"You are also overcoming your inability to function in large groups. Just look
at your performances at the Club and the Golden Goose. Those have got to be the
most terrifying, humiliating things you have ever done in your life."
"Yes Sir they were." I said, my voice hushed.
"But you did them. You did them to please your Master." he paused here for
effect.
"Don't you see Rob, you really are a slave inside. You want to be a slave.
You want to serve a Master. More than that, you need to serve a Master."
I thought about his words for a moment and again had to admit that they were
true. I had never been so happy in my life as I have been the last two weeks.
"That said," he said seriously. "It is time for you to make an important
decision. Do you wish to remain a slave to the House of Scott or would you
prefer to go back to the life you had two weeks ago?" he paused again.
"Think carefully on this Rob. If you decide to give yourself as a slave you
will be required to sign a binding, legal contract. That contract has
provisions to not only protect the House of Scott, but also protect you. The
terms of service are all there as well as the terms for the breaking of the
contract."
"Everyone in this room with the exception of myself have signed the same
contract. I will give you exactly 30 minutes to decide whether you wish to
join up permanently or whether you wish to go back to your old life. You have a
couple of hundred years of experience here in this room to help you make that
decision. Ask any question you want and they will give you a true, honest
answer."
"Should you decide to go back to your old life, you will be given $10,000
dollars and will find everything back the way it was."
He then got up from the desk and left the room.
I was in a daze. I had not expected anything like this. Did I want to go
back to my old life? My lonely old life? A life where no one really cared for
me at all.
Here I had many friends and it had only been two weeks. I had a great
apartment. I had fantastic sex. Sure I had to put up with some humiliation
every now and again, well ok, most of the time, but it had been worth it. I
loved it here. I could never go back, never. I did not need to ask anyone one
any questions.
"Henry." I called out softly.
"Yes Rob." he answered.
"Would you tell the Master I don't need 30 minutes. There is nothing to think
about, I want to stay."
The other slaves all clapped there hands quietly. Henry's face lit up with a
big smile.
"Certainly Rob. I think you made the right decision."
He got up from his chair headed out to talk to the Master.
They returned 5 minutes later.
"Are you certain about this decision Rob?" he asked once he was seated behind
his big desk.
"Yes Sir, I have never been more serious in my life, Sir." I answered.
"Very well, Henry will read the contract out loud as you follow along on this
copy," he said as Henry walked over and handed me a 3 page document.
I will not bore you with all the details, just the most important stuff. First
of all I would sign over to the House of Scott all rights to my body. The House
of Scott could use my body in any way it deemed fit. The only restriction was
that no physical damage what-so-ever of a permanent nature was permitted.
Failure on the part of the House of Scott to live up to this would result in a
very large cash payment to the slave.
The slave agreed to abide by all rules of the House of Scott at all times.
The Slave agreed to obey all commands other than those that would cause, or
could result in, permanent physical damage to himself or others.
The House of Scott agreed to under take full responsibility for the protection,
health, shelter, feeding and clothing of the slave for the rest of his natural
life.
The slave agreed to accept any and all punishments decreed by the House of Scott
for infringement of any rule and/or failing to obey a command. The severity of
such punishments limited only by the restraints of article one, "no physical
damage what-so-ever of a permanent nature."
This contract was binding between the House of Scott and the slave. It was
none transferable.
The contract could be cancelled at any time be either party. The notice to
cancel could be initially verbal, but must be followed up with a signature
within 24 hrs.
There was also a safe word. The word, apparently the same one for all the
slaves is, "stop". However there was also a warning. The safe word was not
to be used lightly. The slave must be in the most severe distress before
invoking it. There were a number of penalties for invoking it haphazardly, the
most severe of which was instant cancellation of the contract.
There was a lot of other legal stuff but it is not necessary to place it all
here.
When Henry finished reading and I had asked all the questions I felt needed
asking, the Master asked me one more time.
"Are you still sure you want to sign this contract Rob?
"Yes Sir, I am very sure, Sir."
"Very well, Henry, the contract please."
Henry picked up a new document and handed it to the Master. He then picked up
a small table and brought it to me. It was just the right height for a kneeling
man to write on.
He then went back to the desk and picked up the contract and brought it over to
me.
"I recommend Rob that you read the contract before signing."
Henry handed me a pen which I laid down for a moment. I leafed through the
three pages taking a quick glance at each page. It looked ok to me so I picked
up the pen and signed beside my typewritten name. Just below the Master's
signature.
Henry took the pen, lifted the table and placed it in front of John. He handed
John the pen and John signed as witness number 1, the process was repeated for
Erin and he signed as witness number 2. Officially I was now a slave. I had,
of my own free will and volition placed my entire life in the hands of another
man.
Henry picked up the contract and returned it to the Master. The Master looked
down at me with a smile on his face.
"I think you have made the right decision Rob. To celebrate I will host a
diner in the main dining room tomorrow night. William will be back from his
trip out west so it will also be a great way to welcome him home."
I had wondered where William was. I hadn't seen him in over a week. A
celebration, oh that sounded good. I wonder if we would have an orgy
afterwards, that would be great.
"Rob, you will be the main entertainment for my guests. John and Erin will
assist you. That will be all." he said.
What!..... The entertainment? I thought we were going to be the guests. Now
what cruel ideas does he have on his mind. Not that damned Dick Dance again.
To be continued.
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