Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 18:11:56 -0500
From: John Elliot <hippieman1@gmail.com>
Subject: Hotel Slave Chapter 1

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction, and those people who are prevented from reading
such fictional works either by age, by preference (homosexual content), or
by law should stop reading and go back on your browser.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations.

It's just a story. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1

I'm only happy between my master's legs, or under his ass. I live for his
smell, his body heat, for his attention. At least this is what I've been
trained to love. I've been a slave for years now, since I was a kid. I
don't remember what it was like to have free will, thus I don't miss it. I
intend to put my story down here for others to read. To learn about my
enslavement. And while I do not wish to be free (and have you take this as
a pity story), it's probably because I was conditioned to think this.

	My last memories of being free were on a family vacation on some
island. I forget the exact name because it was so long ago. I was with my
mother, father, and younger brother. My brother was 5 at the time. My best
friend was also there with his family. He was my age, and his name was Dan.
It was a fun vacation. We played on the beach, went out to eat, and stayed
in a beautiful hotel.

	The service at the hotel was excellent. We were pampered from head
to foot. Each hotel room had a servant's room, so that we received
attention 24/7. I thought it was an amazing place. The swimming pool was
great as well. While it didn't strike me as odd at the time, there was a
young man at the pool around 17 years old. He had long brown hair and a
toned body. His legs and chest were tanned nicely. I made eye contact with
him several times during the trip, and he always gave me a grin. Now I know
what he was thinking behind that grin.

The day we were leaving was very hectic. My family and my friend's family
dragged all our luggage downstairs. My dad hailed 2 taxi's and we started
loading the luggage. At the last second my mom forgot something and ran
back to the room, I told my dad I had to pee, and I went to the bathroom.
He told me to wait for mom when I got out of the bathroom. It was very
confusing with who was in each cab, and I must have got lost in the
shuffle.  Mom thought I was in the cab with dad, and vice versa. When I
came out of the bathroom, everyone was gone.

I ran back to the room, hoping someone would be there, but it was empty.
There was a new family moving in. That's when the young man from the pool
came up to me.  He introduced himself as Tim. He had that grin upon his
face.  "I got you now", he said. He spoke with a slight island accent. He
picked me up quickly and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled to get
away, but it was no use. None of the hotel staff responded to my screams,
and before I knew it, I was thrown into a dark room. There were hotel
supplies stacked everywhere, and I figured I was in the hotel basement. It
seemed like forever, but eventually Tim and a much older man entered the
room.

	"That's a nice catch", commented the older man.
	"I was eyeing him for a while. The opportunity came, and I seized
it", responded Tim.
	"I'll tell you what. If you train him in the next few weeks, I'll
buy him for the hotel. I'll even pay for the training too". said the older
man.
	"You got yourself a deal", said Tim enthusiastically. The older man
handed Tim a shiny silver key.
	"This is the key to room 101. Train him in there. I'll check up on
you in week." The two shook hands and the older man exited the room.  Tim
walked over, and stood over me. He was skinny, but he had an authoritative
manner about him that commanded attention.
	"You're young, but you need to understand some basic rules. You're
a slave now. Our economy depends on slave labor so that we can satisfy rich
Americans, like what you used to be. My jobs to train you and sell you",
said Tim matter of factly. I stared at him stunned. He let out a long
laugh. "This is how I make money for my family"

	Before I could make sense of the situation, I was thrown into a bag
and carried through the hotel to room 101.

***
	Over the next few days I began my training. I was depressed and
lonely, but too scared to do anything. Tim had me strip naked and wear
nothing at all times.  The training started out simple. I learned to kneel
whenever Tim walked into the room, and to always call him master. I had to
ask permission to use the bathroom. I served Tim breakfast lunch and
dinner, while he did nothing but relax and yell at me.

	"Get used to the life of a slave", Tim would yell. "You are to
serve, that's your role in life".
	It's amazing how quickly one adjusts when one he has to. In just a
few days I had gotten used to my role. I did what I had to in order to
survive. My daily routine went something like this:

* I woke up at 7 Am from my spot on the wood floor * I made Tim breakfast
(usually toast or cereal) * I then stayed kneeling in the kitchen until Tim
woke up and came for breakfast * When he was finished I ate what was left
and cleaned up the table * While Tim got ready, I made the bed and vacuumed
the floor * I usually spent the next few hours as a foot rest for Tim as he
watched TV * I then spent the rest of the day cleaning or doing chores for
Tim * If Tim had to leave (he was a big surfer), I was locked into a small
cage in the bathroom.  * I was allowed to go to sleep at 12 AM, which I was
told was very generous

Looking back, this was the easy stuff. The hard stuff started in the second
week. One day when Tim woke up, he told me he was taking a shower. Except
this time, I was to go with him. When we were in the bathroom, he gave me a
talk.

	"Listen slave, you must satisfy every need of your master. Start
the shower and wash me."
	"Yes master", I replied. I started the shower and made sure the
temperature was right.  Tim slapped me across the face.
	"Undress me", he yelled. I ran over to him and pulled off his
shirt. He was now naked except for the underwear which he slept in. He
slapped me again.
	"Don't male me ask again slave". I slid off his underwear. His 5
in. flaccid penis stared me in the face. It was the same tan color as the
rest of his body. Tim walked into the shower. I followed after him. It was
the first time I had been in a shower since my captivity. I was told slave
hygiene was not important.

	"Use the body wash" , said Tim. "Make sure you wash every area." I
grabbed the bottle and squirted some onto my hand. I proceeded to rub his
body with the soap. I started at the chest and worked my way down. As he
was not hairy, it was an easy task, I could feel his smooth skin, and his
toned chest. I made sure to rub his shoulders and armpits as well. I got
down on my knees in order to better clean the lower half of his body. I
rubbed his firm buttocks, and went down to his legs. I was scared to touch
his penis.

	I spent a while on his smooth legs and thighs, rubbing them up and
down with my hands. Finally all that was left was his crotch. I stuck a
hand around his semi-erect penis and began massaging it with the soap. My
hand slid easily up and down the folds of his penis. Soon his penis was
sticking out a full 8 in.

	"Why don't you use your mouth", said Tim. I was a little shocked,
but I knew not to question my master. I stuck out my tongue and licked the
head of his erect penis. It was a beautiful specimen, and I wasn't as
disgusted as I thought I would be. "You're gonna have to do better then
that", said Tim angrily. He pushed on my head, and forced me forward on his
dick.

	I gagged a little bit, but quickly adjusted. I started bobbing up
and down on his shaft. I was having trouble breathing, but I didn't dare
stop for fear of punishment. I could taste a slightly viscous fluid leaking
from the head of his penis. Just then Tim hit me hard on the back of my
head.

	"Not so fast, Stop and lick my balls for a while". I removed my
mouth from his shaft and starting licking his sack. It was very sweaty and
tasted salty, but it had a sweet smell. My nose was thrust all the way into
his dark pubic hair as I moved my tongue over the folds of his ball sack.
"Now lick the head of my dick", said Tim authoritatively.

	I moved back to his head, and rotated my tongue along his pee hole,
and in a circular motion over the whole head of his penis. Tim then placed
his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on his shaft again. This
time though Tim thrust into my mouth over and over again. I just kneeled
there, trying to be as a good a fuck hole as I could.  "You like that?",
Tim yelled, as he thrust harder and deeper. I started to gag, but Tim
pulled out just in time. I was now an inch from the head of his
penis. "Kiss It", he ordered.

	I moved my lips to his penis and kissed the head of it. His penis
exploded, shooting streams of cum all over my face. I didn't know what to
do, so I tried to catch as much of it in my mouth as possible. The cum
trickled down my face and dripped off my chin. "It's a good start", said
Tim. "As a slave you're going to have to learn to do it much better". With
that Tim stepped out of the shower and went to get dressed. He made me stay
in my kneeling position for the rest of the day. My knees became sore, and
the cum hardened on my face.

	"You have to get used to it", he said. "I'm doing you a favor". Tim
laughed and went to watch TV. Over the course of the next week, I sucked
Tim off 4 times a day. Soon I was an expert cocksucker. I was told I had
one week of training left before I was to be sold.

	I still missed my parents a lot, and was scared of what the future
held in store for me.  One day as I was kneeling as a foot rest for Tim, he
got up and told me he had to take a shit. He made me follow him inside and
suck him off as he pooped. I no longer felt awkward giving blow jobs, but
this was a weird situation. I was forced to stare at him shitting, while I
bobbed up and down on his penis. He came in my mouth and I swallowed
everything.

	"Here's a new lesson slave". Said Tim. With that, he let loose a
stream of piss in my mouth. I tried my best to gulp it all down, but some
leaked onto the floor. "Lick the floor clean fuckhead", yelled Tim.  I
dropped to the bathroom floor and began licking the whole area around the
toilet. When I thought I got everything, I sat up so that my head was once
again facing his crotch.

	"Every part of your master is sacred", said Tim in an unusually
calm tone. "I'm giving your foul slave body something from me! Tell me how
thankful you are".
	"Thank you master", I said
	"Like you mean it",
	"Thank you so much master for you bodily fluids", I said bowing my
head.
	"Now lick my ass". I hesitated, but told myself that I was just a
slave. I stuck my head into the toilet bowl and licked along his ass
crack. I repeated in my head that this was an honor, and I was lucky. When
Tim was satisfied, he got up, flushed, and exited the bathroom.  I ran out
to resume my duty as a foot stool.
	"You learn quickly". Said Tim as he flipped back on the television
and placed his feet on me. "I think you'll be ready to be sold in two
days. Maybe you'll get to see the outside world".

	While in the beginning I followed orders out of fear, I found that
I now followed orders because I was a slave, and I felt it was my duty. In
fact, I noticed recently that I was only happy when my master was using
me. Sucking his dick and giving him pleasure made me the happiest. I guess
my training was complete.

Part 2 coming soon

Copyright 2008, X-Brand productions

Hope you liked it. I'll post Chapter 2 soon. Please e-mail with questions,
comments, or requests at Hippieman1@gmail.com.