Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2009 18:17:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Grey Hound <greyhound272002@yahoo.com>
Subject: I decided it was finally time, chapter 2 (authoritarian)

This story is purely fictional (although I wish it wasn't, as I strongly
identify with the main character), it exists only in the mind of the
author. If you're under 18 and you're on this site you are a very naughty
boy and should log off now. Sorry for the typos and other mistakes in my
first installment which was my first story on Nifty, hopefully this one
won't have as many.

Any comments or feedback is always appreciated and can be e-mailed to
greyhound272002@yahoo.com

Enjoy!

Chapter 2,

I also posted my pic in my most submissive look, on my knees, legs spread
in the middle of my bed, with my black dog collar on and a desperate look
on my face, who could resist.

The ad went on to say, I will not be checking or responding to any e-mail
messages, and that I am open to all cumers and that whoever was serious
should cum on over and that if I was already being used when you got there
to just jump right in.

After about 30 minutes and couple of quick pops of tequila a quick beer and
about a half a joint I decided I would get on my knees, totally naked of
course, and wait on the living room floor in the middle of the room. After
about ten minutes or so, I heard a hello at the door and a brief knock; I
had the door ajar already so upon the knocking the door opened up several
more inches. And then he entered.

In he walked, slowly with some hesitation; clearly he was a bit surprised
by what he saw.

Now think about it really, how many times have you ever had a random hook
up and didn't at least for a moment consider who the person was and what he
looked like before you starting sucking on his cock?

Lucky for me it was a fairly young guy maybe just a few years older than
me, a little overweight, not striking in the looks department, but
definitely not repulsive, I felt a momentary bit of relief.

He said, uh um I'm just looking for some head? Almost in the form of a
question, clearly even though I knew who I was and knew my place in life he
didn't. There was no need of course to ask permission from a slave after
all.

Well come right on over I said, never moving never getting off my knees he
slowly moved towards me. Once he was close enough I reached for his pants
and unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, pulling his boxers and pants
down in one motion unveiling a respectable six inch, or there about, man
tool, which I immediately engulfed with my mouth without hesitation.

Fuck man, I heard him say, you don't waste any time, you really want this
don't you? I never withdrew his cock from my mouth to answer him, oh yeah I
muttered with his dick firmly in my oral cavity as I began pushing down to
his pubes which were now tickling at my nostrils.

Soon there was a nice coat of throat slime on his dick and I was thrusting
enthusiastically, I heard him say, oh my god, oh my god! I am going to
blow, he started to say is it alright ..., (to cum in my mouth? I guess
that was what he was about to say) to late, his cock exploded before he
could get the words out.

Maybe he was straight, maybe he was in denial, as I had been for so long,
maybe his girl friend wouldn't give him head, or swallow, something that if
I live to be a hundred years old I'll never understand.

I would never know because as soon as I was done with him and his dick had
barely popped out of my mouth, and I was still using my finger to get the
last few drops of cum off my lips and into my mouth he was out the
door. Shit I don't think he even had his zipper up yet. I kind of laughed
to myself and thought that was a nice start to the evening.

Experience had taught me that not all of those who would come by tonight
would be young; some of them would be down right repulsive. It didn't
matter I'd blow them anyway or let them fuck me (and desperately hope that
they would), anything they wanted. It was a nice start though.

Wow that was impressive I suddenly heard a voice say, I nearly jumped out
of my skin. Fuck someone else had arrived and never announced their
entrance into my apartment.

He didn't look like your typical guy looking for a warm hole or two to use
from some slut either, like there's really a look anyway. I stopped being
shocked by appearances and whom you might think would be looking for male
sex and who wouldn't long ago, but I digress.

No this fellow had a look like he was there for a business purpose, not
sex.

Guy Fisher? Even though it was asked in the form of a question it was more
in a tone of confirmation, I slowly nodded my head and my heart began to
race even faster. How did this guy know my name? Who and the fuck was he
and if he wasn't here for sex what was he here for?

Who are you, I said in the most demanding tone I could muster although it
didn't sound convincing, especially not to me and I was the one saying it.

Well that's not really important now is it? How do you know my name? Again
I tried to muster a demanding tone, it wasn't convincing though. Oh that
part was easy, you remember Vinny? Who's Vinny? Sure you remember Vinny
he's the one that put that tattoo on your lower back, you know the one that
says "Slave".

Oh my fucking god what was happening here? My mind began to race, was he
here to beat me up, although the guy at the tattoo parlor seemed fairly
repulsed by me I didn't think he was some gay basher. Fuck what do I do? Do
I try to run for the door, who am I kidding I am stock naked. And although
this guy isn't huge he looks powerful, like a guy who works out a lot and
besides he looked like he had an air of confidence about himself that said
he could take care of himself pretty easily, which I was sure he could.

It was fairly obvious to both of us that I was no match for him.

My voice now beginning to tremble, I asked now quivering a bit, so would
you like some head, or something?

He laughed, no Guy I'm not here for a blow job and with that he turned and
locked the door, I don't believe that you'll be servicing any more patrons
tonight.

OH MY GOD, it was a good thing that I was already on my knees, I became
very light headed and started to see stars, this guy hadn't laid a hand on
me and yet I felt dizzy and beaten.

What had I done? What started as a fantasy had brought me to this point. I
know I was depraved beyond all hope. I had come to terms with that, I was
perfectly content to be who I was a slut ... No a "Slave".

Just stay where your at Guy obviously you have potential, don't worry about
who I am, I'm here representing a client of mine. Vinny had nothing to do
with this either, he's just a pawn, he gets a commission. What kind of
commission I asked. Fuck why would I ask a question like that? Who gave a
goddamn what kind of commission, but he answered anyway.

A thousand dollars, holly fuck, A THOUSAND DOLLARS? For what? A finders fee
Guy, it's just a finder's fee. Jesus that was more than I make in two weeks
with overtime.

Look whoever you are that tattoo was nothing more than a joke, that's
all. Holly fuck, goddamn it, son-of-a-bitch, I just kept cursing myself in
my head over and over again. I just wanted whoever this guy was to
leave. Shit I'd never go on Craigslist again, I'd fucking move to another
city and get the fuck out of here. I was so scared I could have shit
myself, although thinking about it at the time I kind of laughed, I had
already taken care of that in anticipation of a long night, shit this
wasn't turning out at all like I'd planned, I was scared, really fucking
scared.

Still I had no idea who this guy was and why he was inside my apartment. I
could try to get to the phone and dial 911, surely that would get rid of
him, then what? A bunch of annoying questions? Shit I had pot in my house
and the smell of it was still in the air, I could be arrested. Better
arrested then dead I surmised, although for what ever reason I began to
believe that he wasn't here to hurt me. He seemed more amused by me than
anything, not shocked, not repulsed, just amused. After all here I was on
my knees, naked, door open for anyone to walk in, he'd just watched me blow
a guy to completion and swallow his load, shit why wouldn't he be amused.

Look he said I've come a long way tonight so lets get down to business; it
is clear to me who and what you are. I know it; you know it, so let's stop
kidding each other.

I am here on business that's all, you're a "Slave" I represent your future
Master, plain and simple.  I represent an interest here in the United
States; my client is a wealthy businessman, very wealthy, with a sprawling
estate and a few more slaves besides you, he's looking for a few more. He
likes to entertain. Entertain, entertain what who? What and the fuck is he
talking about what entertainment? I'm no "entertainer".

Who in the hell did this guy think he was he was already talking as though
he or his fucking client whoever this "wealthy businessman" was as if he
owned me.

I'm not available and I'm not for sale ... At any price! I shouted towards
him, not to you not to anyone, wow this time it sounded pretty
convincing. Isn't it amazing the thoughts you have in your head even in a
time of crises.

That's fine, not a problem, I'll leave.

Hmmm, my head began to race again, he said he'd come a long way and he was
just going to leave, just like that? For a moment I started to believe that
he was going to kidnap me into forced servitude. I was more confused than
ever.

Look he said, you're a fine looking specimen you'd be a real prize to own
there's no doubt about it, (there he's goes with the owning shit again) and
I don't get paid for coming back empty handed, but I don't force anyone
either.

Yes if you enter into a slave's contract tonight it is irrevocable, my
client has taken safe guards and although not exactly legal, well, you
really don't have any options after you enter the contract. Your owner can
and will do with you what he wishes, we've taken measures. Measures what
fucking measures?

Although know this, my boss is well connected, he picked up his first two
slave's through and independent broker. Those two were lucky. Know that
this guy doesn't care who he sells his slave's to, or for that matter how
he gets them. The two my client bought (bought what the fuck, was I really
listening to this shit), the two my client bought, he repeated himself
almost as if he had read my thoughts by the expression on my face, were in
fact voluntary slaves, best we can tell. It could be that they just wanted
to be free from the grips of the slave broker or feared being sold into the
Middle East or Japan.

I heard that those slaves don't get treated as well as slaves here in the
US, in fact it is my understanding the ones who end up in the Middle East
usually sleep with the animals and that sometimes their Masters will let
the animals, um how do I put this delicately, um use them. What the fuck!
Getting fucked by a dog, or a camel, what kind of sick fucks are they
anyway?

Japanese Masters are far nicer, as I understand it at least. It is much
more accepted in their culture and a lot of the time when the Master has
bored of their slave, they turn them over to their children, well as not
much more than a toy. You know how rough kids can be on their toys, you are
just property after all. Who would think kids could be so brutal; often
when those sick little fucks get done "playing" with the slaves nobody
would want them anyway, not pretty. Fuck I didn't even want to know what he
was talking about with that one, now I'm not sure which would be worse.

But what do I know anyway, I was instructed to come and make an offer. I
just work for one guy he's got lots of bucks and I have others to go and
recruit, and a jet waiting for me. A jet, this guy (or his boss, whatever)
has a jet waiting.

Keep in mind though that Vinny has no such loyalties, it's a known fact
that other dealers have connections in that community also. Oh you can try
talking to him, won't do much good he'll just run you out of the place. And
the police? Most of the ones this guy picks up are street kids; usually
their parents don't give a flying fuck about them anyway.

If I were you I'd definitely consider moving, you might want to change your
name to. Son you are at risk, and the next time you're in that park toilet
you like so much having so much fun sucking all those dicks, (fuck how in
the hell did he know that! I've never told anyone) well don't let me scare
you honestly I am not trying to you. Let just suffice it to say the other
fella won't be asking your permission, it won't be voluntary.

See you later, good luck, and for just a moment he looked at me as though
he already knew my fate and that it had already been written. Kind of a sad
sigh, sort of hard to describe, like he knew something I didn't. Goddamn it
all to hell for all I knew he was already planning a side deal with the
other guy.

And without a further word he turned and headed for the door.

Wait..., they're must be something I can do, right? Can't we just talk for
a minute? I can't wait long Guy I have a pretty pressing schedule, but
sure, let's "talk".

To be continued, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.