Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 14:10:39 +1000 (EST)
From: mickmack999 <mickmack999@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Reluctant Slave - Part 7.1 & Part 7.2

(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)


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The Reluctant Slave

The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave

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7.1        Noel Morgan -- A Lost Cause

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)

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How can I now say I'm truly sorry for all the pain I've caused so many
people? Is it too late for me to make amends to everyone I've hurt over
the years.

The courts have said so. They believe it's too late for me. They even
believe that `slavery for life' isn't good enough, that my punishment
should be far greater to reflect the heinous nature of what I've done.

As I write this, I'm sitting on the cold concrete floor of a small cell
I'm occupying. There's a thin urine-stained foam mattress I use as my
bed, and a hole in the ground which I use to piss and shit in. There are
no windows and there's one small rectangular metal door which I have to
hunch down to enter and exit whenever the guards take me out of here for
the 35 minute exercise period I'm allowed to have daily.

I'm rationed two hours of light a day, and the rest of the time I spend
in pitch black, darkness so unsettling at times I fear I am going insane.

In a sense I'm being kept in solitary confinement. The authorities fear
I will be instantly killed if they put me in with any other slaves or
prisoners.

Not that that means much. I am not allowed to talk to anyone, not even
those who guard me and who take every opportunity to come into my cell
and savagely beat me with their fists and batons around my head and body.
They never leave any serious marks, but they always ensure I suffer
excruciating internal pain around my lower back, the soles of my feet and
my stomach.

But I've been given permission to use this thin sliver of charcoal to
write down my thoughts on the back of some toilet tissue they've given
me.

To be honest, I don't know why I bother. Ever since my incarceration,
all I've really wanted to do is close my eyes and not wake up. Just
dream my little dreams of being with Brad, and remember how it was before
things got really tough.

Yes, I remember how I went up to New Holland and took him away from Evan.

Brad was mine, and even though I didn't understand what was happening to
me then, I came to realise I'd fallen deeply in love with him. To me,
Brad was my soul mate. He was the perfect sex partner for me, the perfect
sex slave, and I would have done anything to keep him close to me to
protect him.

But after I'd finally smuggled him across the border, all hell seemed to
break lose.

My father had suddenly disowned me, I had no access to any money, and all
my contacts and friends seemed to be suddenly disappearing. Those who I
could get through to advised me strongly not to head home, that Evan was
on the warpath and using every available resource at his vast disposal to
track me down.

I was frantic. All I knew was I had to keep Brad with me and look after
him. There was nobody else who knew what he really needed, that he's
desire to be dominated needed to be done by me and by me alone. Nothing
else mattered.

Luckily for both of us, I did have a large amount of cash on me. I knew
it would keep us going for at least a few months, until I could come up
with another plan to get us more money.

So we moved into a lovely apartment in a state south-west that really
endorsed slavery, and where I felt fairly safe if anyone came snooping
around. For the first month, all I could do was stay in bed with my
faggot-girl, I mean Brad, and enjoy his smooth naked body to the fullest.
Everything I wanted to do to him I did, and then I'd think up a whole
lot more and submit him to all those sexual desires as well.

Of course, I knew I had to go out and look for work. It was up to me to
feed us both, to look out for us, so I finally found the courage to go
out by myself and search the `jobs wanted' employment agencies.

That was when I knew I was really fucked up. Even as I sat in the small
office of the local employment agency, filling out the necessary forms to
enquire about any employment opportunities, all I could think about was
Brad at home, lying on our bed where I'd handcuffed him to the
headboard.

But more fucked up was the huge pictures of me and Brad splashed across
the front of every newspaper in the city, appearing on every TV channel,
of documentaries and news articles trying to locate our whereabouts.

Immediately I packed us up in the middle of the night and took us to
another city in another state. Once we arrived and I'd booked us into a
dingy dirty one-roomer, I rang Trevor Drummond and organised to meet me
incognito in an out-of-the-way café bar.

"Look mate, I shouldn't be here. Evan's got everyone out looking for
you, and I can't promise I ain't been followed either. So, what you
going to do anyway?" he asked me, and I could see he was worried.

"I need money, and a lot of it! Can you give me a loan until I've
sorted out all this shit?" I asked, trying to act as if I was in
control.

"No problems Noel! I'll give you what I got here and wire you the rest.
How much are you looking at?" Trevor asked as he looked around
furtively, drinking the last of his coffee.

"I need at least 1mil. Can you do that?" I asked, feeling the strain
catching up with me. I knew I needed sleep, but more importantly, I
needed to make sure we were safe when I slept.

"Sure, no problems... Here's 60k until I can get home. Noel, you're not
going to like this, but I got to tell you. Steve and his whole family
were enslaved last Thursday. Just like that. Don't know why, but the
news is Steve's father was involved in some type of stocks and bonds
scandal." Trevor told me in a near whisper.

"Not only that, but it looks like three other of our guys got taken down
as well. And not only them, but their whole families too. I got a feeling
that someone's after the lot of us, Noel." Trevor said, his voice
trembling.

To be honest, I didn't give a flying fuck about anyone else's problems.
All I was concerned with was getting the money I needed to get Brad and
me out of the country, a one-way ticket to a cozy island retreat where we
could hold up until Evan came back to his senses, fuck him.

After an hour of idle chatter, we finally said our farewells, and that
was the last I saw of him. Later I would learn he and his family were
also enslaved upon his return to his family estate. I never did find out
the reason, but I know I felt an invisible clammy fist start to tighten
around my heart when the money never arrived and all efforts to contact
him went unanswered.

Now I was desperate. For two months we stayed in that hovel. Then we were
on the move again, a different state and city, stay for a little while
and then moved on.

Again, all I wanted to do was fuck Brad stupid, make him tell me how much
he loved me over and over again. I knew I was fixated on him, but I
didn't care, and what money we had I now began to gamble, hoping for
that lucky strike that would buy us our tickets out of the country.

Also, I'd stopped hitting and hurting him. My heart was no longer in it,
because suddenly I no longer wanted to see him harmed in any way.

Eventually we were down to our last few thousands, and that's when I
decided we had to sell Brad's mouth and pussy. I had no choice but to
make him available to any guys prepared to pay for a high-priced male
hooker of Brad's exceptional qualities.

At first we began raking the money in, and I could see it wouldn't be
long before we'd be on our way to our sunny island resort, but then the
bottom dropped out of our thriving enterprise.

One of our regular johns, an old geezer about 50 maybe 60 years old
started blackmailing us. He'd seen Brad's and my picture in the local
media and put two and two together. Before I knew what hit us, he was
demanding a double act performance by both of us, wanting to watch me
fucking Brad in as many positions as he could think up, and then bringing
along all his friends to watch as well.

Me personally, I got to admit I liked performing in front of a crowd,
especially enjoying it when they applauded and urged me on. But I put a
stop to anyone thinking they could fuck my arse.

Didn't mind them sucking my cock, but when it came to fucking pussy,
well that was where I had Brad step in and offer up his cunt. I wasn't
any homo, and I didn't care how much the old man threatened me.

And even though I was outraged at being blackmailed, we suddenly started
bringing in more money than I'd imagined with our double act. It was all
going along smoothly until the old cunt demanded a half a share in
everything we were making, and then demanded he spend more time with Brad
than I would usually allow.

That's about the time we did another runner, because that old cunt went
and hurt Brad in a way I'd not expected. As was arranged, I went to pick
up Brad from the old man's house, and as we were leaving, I saw blood
trickling down the inside of his thighs from his arse cheeks. He was
staggering and groaning and in the dim light, I could see he was badly
beat up all over as well.

Immediately I demanded to know what the fuck had happened, and the old
man had proudly announced he'd earlier in the evening shared Brad with
about 20 other sicko guys who got off on shoving glass bottles and other
large objects up his arsehole and then forcing him to dance and
masturbate himself in front of them.

Not only that, but that old fart had been paid a fortune.

That's when I took his own fireplace poker, went over to him to shove it
up his arse after I'd beaten him around the head a bit. Problem was, I
didn't know he had armed himself with a blade and the next thing I know
he'd stabbed me twice in the chest and once in the stomach.

As I'd collapsed, he'd hurried over to Brad who could hardly stand on
his own two feet, and was about to slit his throat.

Instantly I jumped up and crowned him over the head with the metal poker
slick, and as I freed Brad from his grip, I kept my promise and drove
that poker up his arse and watched as blood came pouring out of his
bowels.

I doubt it if he lived, but we weren't going to hang around to find out.
I staggered around swooning, blood leaking from my wounds until I finally
located his stash. Then pocketing the 10k he'd tried to hide from me,
and I somehow lifted Brad up onto his feet dragging him after me as we
high-tailed it out of there.

Brad was seriously ill for about a month. It was the worse month of my
entire life. I really thought I'd lose him then. I didn't have enough
money to have him or myself hospitalised, and I couldn't afford to have
a doctor look at him or me either.

10k just wasn't enough money to have him medically seen to. Also, my
greatest fear was having both of us identified while we lay there in
their hospital beds, and then me being unable to stop the authorities
taking Brad away from me.

As I haphazardly patched myself up, thinking I might even die on Brad at
times, it was one of the few occasions I truly did consider ringing Evan
and having him come down and pick Brad up.

I stayed in bed with him all the time, falling in and out of
consciousness and hugging him close to me as I tried to will him and
myself to get better. And as I got better and I watched him slowly
recovering, not once did I leave his side.

By now he'd lost a ton of weight but slowly he did get better, but I
knew he was still gravely ill. Of course, there was no way I'd ever let
him out of my sight again, or sell him to anyone ever again.

That's when I thought I'd really lost Brad forever. I just never
thought anyone would do a home-invasion raid on us while we were this
down and out, bursting through our front door and holding us at gun point
as they tore our small one bedroom unit apart.

At first I thought it was my brother Evan's goons finally tracked us
down, but as I quickly took in the situation, I knew we were in real
trouble.

Never had I been so scared, as when we were pushed onto our knees in
front of the four masked intruders, four huge black men who stood glaring
down on us, threatening to slit Brad's throat if I didn't agree to suck
each of their big black dicks.

There was no choice to be made as I looked into Brad frightened trusting
sickly face. I immediately turned to the big man in front of me and
tasted my first cock, in fact my first black cock.

The man was truly ruthless, slapping, punching and gagging me until I
sucked him off the way he liked it done. For the first time in my life, I
experienced what it must have been like for Brad and his brothers, for
all the guys I'd enslaved and then used for my own personal enjoyment.

Of course, with no micro-chip to heighten my senses or make my body
respond, I had to endure the constant beatings and bitch slaps as I
orally pleasured each one of them, licking and sucking on their big black
hairy balls as well, until they got sick of that and then ripped my
clothes off me.

And all the time I was repeatedly getting fucked up the arse by them, all
I could do was look into Brad's sad frightened face and hope we would
somehow survived this. Of course, when the `boss' as he was known by
first anally penetrated me, I immediately blacked out. But I woke up to
one of his companion's brutally fucking me.

I wavered in and out of consciousness, until finally they'd had there
fill, and then tying me up to the headboard of the bed, they laughed and
sneered at me as they dragged Brad out with them as they left.

I knew my anus had been torn up really badly, and blood continued to seep
out of me as I worked at trying to untie my bindings. It took me half an
hour to free myself and then, throwing on what clothes I had left, I
picked up a discarded length of vacuum cleaner piping and went in search
of the hotel manager.

As I'd figured, he was only too happy to tell me everything I needed to
know. The men who had taken Brad were a neighbourhood gang that ran
organised crime in this sector of the city.

But one of their more profitable enterprises was to kidnap good looking
white teenage boys, and after raping them for weeks on end, selling them
to a sadistic group of foreign nationals who took great pleasure in
slowly decapitating the poor victim's body parts a limb at a time,
keeping them alive for as long as they could as they sexually abused them
at the same time.

And even though I was hysterical, I took my time planning how to get Brad
back, and over the course of four days, I prepared myself for the
oncoming confrontation.

All it took was a stick of dynamite and a pistol, and the address of
where they were keeping him.

I can tell you it came as a huge surprise for them when their front door
exploded in on them, and then having me charging in there, screaming at
the top of my lungs, shooting every one of them as they lay there
shell-shocked.

What I didn't expect was the two bullets that hit me in my right
shoulder and my left upper arm. Of course it didn't slow me down at all,
as I spotted Brad still being sodomised by that cunt of a `boss' man.

Pistol-whipped him, dragged him off Brad and then blew his cock and balls
off, before I quickly pulled Brad up under my right arm and dragged him
out of there to a waiting car I'd loaned that day.

We made a quick getaway out of that state and across the border, but I
was nearly frantic with despair as I saw Brad was suffering from loss of
blood and extreme agony.

Eventually I found a place for us to rest up, and as gently as I could, I
tried to tend to Brad's severe wounds. I didn't care about my own
injuries. They were nothing compared to Brad's, so I found myself once
again thinking of just ringing Evan.

Also, from that day on, I stopped using him, fucking him, demanding that
he service me. I'd seen the pain and agony he'd suffered firsthand as
he'd recuperated and I no longer wanted to see him suffering because of
me. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay, and I stayed in that small
cramped filthy bed hugging him to me as I watched his handsome face
become gaunt and shallow and his body get thinner.

By the time Evan caught up with us, we'd finally moved all the way down
south and I'd just secured a part-time job repairing simple electronic
gadgets from home. We were so broke that all I could afford to rent for
us was a very cheap unit to live in. I had stopped eating altogether and
any money we had went on food for Brad and any legal pain killers I could
buy for him.

But by now I'd seen how ill Brad really was. He was just so skinny. He
wouldn't or couldn't eat and all he'd do was continue to try and make
me happy, try to service me, even when I told him he no longer had to do
that anymore.

I remember lying awake long hours, holding him tightly to me, knowing I
was about to lose him for good if I didn't get him some serious help
soon.

That's when Evan turned up on our doorstep, telling me it was time for
Brad to go home to his loved ones. I knew it was the truth, but I didn't
want Evan to see the defeat in my eyes, I didn't want him to know I knew
I'd failed Brad.

So I did what I always do when I want people to think I'm tough and in
control. I tried to fight him off, told him to fuck off, but he'd grown
in the last year and he just swatted me down like a mosquito.

He knocked me out with one punch. It wasn't that difficult really. I had
no strength left in my own body, and I was lucky if I could even stand
up.

The next thing I knew I was lying in a prison hospital bed, drips running
into my arms, and a whole lot of detectives trying to interview and
interrogate me. It was all so hazy what happened then. I was charged as I
lay there in that bed, and before I knew it, before I was better, I was
sent to the cell I now currently occupy.

Evan came and saw me once before my trial, and we had a short
conversation. I remember how he looked at me, and it was a look that
really scared me. As he'd sat across from me in the interview room, he
asked me simply why.

"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like I'm a real man!" I
said looking at him as tears suddenly rolled down my face.

Then there was silence for a few moments.

"You call that love? What you did was an abomination of love! How can
you say you love him?" Evan asked, his voice rising with anger. All I
could do was look at him, unable to explain that Brad needed me to
fulfill his deepest darkest needs, and that I needed Brad to so I could
fill those needs for him.

"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive me?" I asked
him, and I could hear my voice was very small and trembling, because I
knew I feared his answer.

"I hate you with all my heart Noel! I hate you for what you've done to
Brad and his entire family! For what you've done to August and his
family, and for what you've done to our family! I can never forgive you
for what you've done!" he answered softly, and there was that look, a
look of pure hatred. I had expected him to say something like this, but
when he'd finally said it, it was like a ton of bricks had fallen on top
of me.

Suddenly I felt so small and very, very alone. I felt myself look down at
the table before me, and then felt my chest contract and heave as a loud
mournful wail escaped my mouth and my tears blinded my vision.

That's when I realised I didn't deserve any pity, not from Evan, not
from any one, and especially not from Brad. Now I knew I would be made to
suffer as I'd made others suffer before me.

"I'm so sorry Evan, so very sorry for what I've done!" I sobbed
openly to him, unable to meet his accusing hate-filled eyes as he got up
and went to the door to leave.

"I know you've been dying to ask me about Brad, and how he is." Evan
said.

"You'll be happy to know that he's doing a lot better. He was
suffering severe malnutrition and dehydration, as well as trachoma, which
has affected his eye sight rather badly. But he's going to pull through.
I've got the best physicians and specialists looking after him." And
with that he walked out on me.

At my trial, it was like being at a three ring circus. The national media
all turned up, and my name suddenly became synonymous with some of the
greatest mass murderers and serial killers ever to be afforded such
historic infamy.

I was scared and terrified as I was made to tell the jury what exactly
happened and how I'd gone about enslaving August and then Brad Cahill
and his family.

But the hardest part was being aware that they were all in the courtroom
directly behind me, witnessing my admittance to my crimes and how I'd
deliberately planned to enslave them. At no time did I have the courage
to turn around and look at them, to tell them how sorry I was. I kept my
eyes firmly on the table in front of me, and never lifted them for the
entire court hearing.

Except for Brad! When he was finally called up to the witness box, I
tried to quickly glance up at him, without him seeing me look at him. All
I wanted to do was see how healthy he now looked, and I was swooning in
my seat as I saw how handsome he appeared in the white suit he wore.

But once again my tears blinded me as he related to the jury how I'd
enslaved him and then the whole sequence of events that led to Evan
finally tracking us down in the south.

Of course I was found guilty, and I now await my sentencing.

And as I wait, I am micro-chipped, have all the hair on my body
permanently removed, and then I am brutally raped and beaten, all in
preparation for when I am formally told I have been enslaved for the rest
of my natural life.

On top of that, regardless of my sentence, I am to be castrated and have
my tongue removed without general anesthetic.

And then if I survive my mutilation, I will be sold to a mining company
somewhere in Uganda.

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7.2        Brad Cahill - Wings of Freedom

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill --
Pleasure Slave)

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He comes in my dreams as an avenging angel, angry and dangerous,
demanding my unconditional loyalty and love.

I give it to him immediately, open myself to him, and as I dream, I feel
his wrathful arms wrap around me and squeeze the breath out of me,
crushing my lungs, reducing my torso to a bloody pulp.

But then my eyelids flutter and I wake up screaming. I can feel myself
being held down on my back, a soft caring voice telling me everything is
alright.

My eyes adjust to the dim light, but the face above me is vague and
blurred.

"It's alright Brad. You're safe now and lying in a comfortable soft
bed, covered with soft smooth sheets to keep you nice and warm." It is
Master Evan's voice and he is speaking so tenderly. I can feel him
wiping a warm moist cloth across my forehead, and he continues to talk to
me.

"Don't worry Brad. Your eye sight has been affected a little bit, but
you'll soon be able to see clearly before you know it. Just calm down,
you're safe now and no-one will hurt you." he says, his voice soothing
me, calming me.

I remember him clearly. I recall how he came and took me away from the
small suffocating room that Master Noel and I were living in. But where
is Master Noel? I need him, oh God I need him, and as I think about him I
feel my cock stiffening instantly to its fully erect state.

"Shhhh... That's it Brad. Calm down. No one will hurt you or do anything
to harm you ever again." Master Evan says in a gentle voice that I find
comforting, as he again wipes my forehead with the same warm moist cloth.

Again I think of Master Noel, and I wonder where he is. He cannot be far
away, not if Master Evan is here looking after me. Why can't I see him?
In fact, why is everything so blurred? Then I remember what Master Evan
has just told me, of the damage to my eyes.

I need to get up and search for Master Noel. Why can't I move, or raise
my arms or legs. I can't even lift my head up without sudden pain
shooting through every nerve ending of my body. Maybe I've been refitted
with a micro-chip and Master Noel is punishing me for not getting up off
my lazy backside. Yes, that must be it!

"Listen to me Brad! Now just calm down and relax. Don't squirm about
like that! Just rest up here now, yes that's it." Master Evan continues
saying, his voice soft as velvet silk.

"You've been ill for a while Brad, and now you getting better. I want
you to stay still and relax and rest up for me Brad. Will you do that for
me Brad?" Master Evan says, insisting I stop moving about.

Suddenly I feel very, very tired, and before I know it, I fall into a
deep comforting sleep.

That's when the visions come, a rambling kaleidoscope of vivid pictures
that flicker and merge into a single moving image. I know what these are.
They are my memories playing out in my mind, reminding me of the past.

There in my mind, as if it were only yesterday, are my parents. They are
looking a bit haggard but overjoyed as they hug Sean, Justin and me close
to them. And there's Master Evan standing aside, smiling a lonely smile,
watching us as we laugh and cry, lost in our family love for each other.

But I hear the knock on the door and without thinking I walk over and
open it. Suddenly someone grabs me by the front of my shirt, dragging me
out and silently closing the door behind me. A huge ape of a man,
unshaven and nearly bald and much taller than me, slams me up against the
wall of the hallway and puts a finger up to his lips, indicating I should
keep quiet, just shut my mouth as he hurriedly pushes me into an empty
janitor's room, flicks on the light and closes and locks the door behind
us.

At first I am furious. I want to strike back but the way he looks down at
me, a smirk across his weather-beaten face suddenly sends shivers of fear
down my spine.

"I got a message for you, queer-boy! It's from your real master down
south, and I think you're going to want to stay real quiet and not make
a sound as I tell what he's got to say!" he says in a terrifying voice
that makes me tremble in fear.

"Firstly, he commends you all on getting away from him so easily.
Didn't think his own little brother had the balls to do what he did. But
you, well, he's got a message. Come back now, of your own free will, and
he'll leave the rest of your family alone." The large man said, his
voice sounding like gravel on sandpaper. And then before I know it, he is
cupping the front of my crotch, feeling me up and then unzipping my fly.

"Of course, if you don't do what he wants, he's going to be so pissed
off, and I reckon you can kiss your family goodbye forever. I'm quite
sure he'd never harm you, but I doubt he'll let any of your other
family members live if you were to disagree with him." He says as he
shoves his huge calloused hand inside the front of my underwear to take
my testicles in the palm of his fist.

"So, what do you say, homo? Are you going to be a good boy and come
peacefully with me? Or are you going to try and fight me and go running
off to your new boyfriend?" he says as he starts squeezing my balls as
hard as he can.

I know I am crying now, and I know it is senseless to try and fight back.
This man is humungous and will knock me about before I know what's hit
me. Also, I know I have to follow this scary man and go back to Master
Noel.

I've already learnt how cruel Master Evan's brother can be, and I know
he'll never let me go. When it comes to the long-term safety of my
family, and doing the right thing for them, there really isn't any
choice.

"Ah that's good! I can see you made the right decision. Now let's get
real cozy here and get to know each other a lot better. On your knees
cunt!" he growls at me.

In the dim light of the small janitor's room, I fall to my knees as he
stands over me, and as I look up at him, he moves even closer to me and
quickly lowers his pants. His penis is fully erect and it is huge,
standing out from his hairy groin about nine inches or 10".

"Time to show Papa how good a `sword swallower' you really are."

I take his throbbing organ in my mouth and I gag as he tries to force it
down my throat, not because of the thickness and length of his massive
penis, but because he hasn't washed or showered in a very long time.

His stench and the putrid taste of his foreskin makes me want to retch,
to vomit, but I still my stomach and do what he demands of me.

For quite a few minutes he makes me work my lips up and down the shaft of
his thickly veined cock, before he decides he wants more. Quickly he
pulls me back up to my feet by my hair, and spins me around so my back is
to him. He yanks my pants and underwear down around my ankles, pulls my
shirt up my chest, and makes me bend over and grab my ankles.

"Now that's real nice! I been hanging out to try me some hot faggot
cunt, so you just hold tightly onto your ankles and don't make a sound
as I corn hole you, you fucking homo!" he grunts as he roughly pushes
himself all the way into me.

And then he reaches over me and grabbing a fistful of my blond hair, he
yanks my head up and back and starts slamming into me, fucking me as hard
as he can. I feel the agony of what he is doing to me, but I also feel my
body responding to his brutality. My anus starts gripping and milking his
thrusting penis and I find I am pushing back my butt to get as much of
him into me.

I feel ashamed of myself. I no longer have the micro-chip in my spine,
but it's as if its still there, and the pleasure level has been
triggered at an extremely high setting.

"Goddam you're good faggot! Oh yeah, I can see why he wants you back!"
the man gasps out loud as he increases his fuck pace and slams into my
anus over and over again while still yanking my head up even further as I
stand bent over all the way, holding tightly onto my ankles.

The images blur in my mind, suddenly speeding up like the fast forward
action on a movie. I see myself kneeling before the man once more,
licking and sucking the slime of his recent ejaculation and my shit off
his semi-flaccid cock and large hairy balls before he quickly makes me
stand up again and pull my pants up before dragging me out of the
janitor's room and away from my family and friends and the Le Grand
Hotel.

Bundled into the back of a car, I see vaguely the many street lamps
lighting up the night, but I have no idea where we are or where we are
going. The small room we enter is dusty and damp, and I sit on the side
of the bed as he instructs me and watch as he sets up a digital video
camera on a tripod stand facing me.

I speak the words he tells me to repeat and dutifully stand up once more,
lower my pants and underwear, step out of them so he can video record me
masturbating. And as I smile, I watch as he steps forward and punches me
in the face.

The images speed up more as he places me in many uncomfortable positions
and fucks me repeatedly. Absurdly, I watch as the images show me sucking
his monstrous dick before and after each fuck session, and see myself gag
as he urinates in my mouth. He continues to beat me around my head, my
body and genitals, deriding me for not being a real man and not fighting
back.

Instantly the images slow down a fraction as I find myself thrown down in
the middle of another small room and there stands Master Noel, his face
red with anger as he turns on the man, telling him to go back to his
motel and wait for him to call.

I hear Master Noel's voice as if from far away, ordering me to go take a
shower and I watch myself stagger into the cubicle. I remember the warm
water flowing over me has a reviving quality about it, and then before I
know what has happened, I am dry and Master Noel is taking his time
fucking me on my back. My knees are bent over his shoulders and he his
kissing me deeply, and then as he cums, Master Noel bites my tongue and
declares his undying love for me.

Suddenly I am seeing in my mind images that are running at normal speed.
We are in another small compact bedroom, somewhere in the southern
states, and Master Noel looks scared and worried. He is cursing Master
Evan, and hugging me close to his chest. I lay there, feeling a sudden
swelling of love for him, and immediately lower my head and take his
semi-erect penis into my mouth.

"Good girl! Yes, that's lovely! Take it deeper baby, and make your
Daddy feel really good!" Master Noel intones to me, running his hands
through my blond hair gently. It is one of his good days, where he has
spared me the discipline of his fists and has momentarily let his guard
down. I know I am now safe, that I have made the right decision, and that
Master Noel will look after me as he has promised.

Then news reaches him that Master Evan has just picked up our trail as he
continues to pursue us. If I could, I would tell Master Noel he doesn't
need to worry, as I would never leave him. But I stay silent, obediently
speaking only when spoken to.

Again, another room and another city! I can feel my stomach rumbling as
we haven't eaten in such a long time. Master Noel jokes that all the
protein he makes me suck out of his cock should be enough to feed a small
nation, but I can see he is now really worried about me.

I remember the first man he brings home, a skinny spectacled man who
takes one look at me and then hands over a large sum of money to Master
Noel. Then I am ordered to pleasure him with my mouth and then lie back
and let him fuck me for as long as he wants.

That night we eat our first proper hot meal in over a month, and on my
knees, I smile with joy at Master Noel as I lean forward with my hands
behind my back and eat from the overfilled plate of hot food on the floor
placed next to him.

"Tonight you'll be my dog, my bitch! So when you're finished there
Lassie, come over here and take my cock in your dick-sucking mouth and
hump your clitty up and down my leg. And for being such a good whore,
I'll even let you shoot your load." He says happily, watching me as I
eat my fill.

As soon as I finish and lick my plate clean, I hobble over to him and
push my erect cock up against his hairy leg. As I suck him off, keeping
my hands behind my back, I slowly hump his leg, making sure I take my
time, just the way he likes me to do it.

The feel of his coarse leg hair tickles and scratches my hairless cock
and balls and before I know it, I have let myself go and I'm humping as
hard as I can and as fast as I can. His large uncut penis starts spurting
his manly juices into my mouth at the same time I ejaculate all over his
leg. And as soon as I suck him dry and lick his balls clean, I move down
and lick and suck up all the mess I've made on his hairy leg.

Tonight he is proud of me, and as I lay next to him, feeling his powerful
arms hugging me close to him, I start kissing his hairy chest and
shoulders and long thick neck.

Again the images slide forward rapidly, like a series of cardboard flip
boards that suddenly stop at a scene of me on my hand and knees and
Master Noel kneeling behind me, his chest flat against my back, his arms
hugging my chest tightly, and his fully erect penis thrusting in and out
of my gripping vagina.

"Come on boys! My friends here didn't pay a fortune to see two sissy
faggots acting like homos. We want a proper man-banging fuck performance!
Now get with it!" It was the old man, and he was ridiculing the way
Master Noel was fucking me.

I could tell there were about 20 odd men sitting around watching us, and
Master Noel was whispering in my ear for me to push back harder, to get
into the rhythm of his fuck-pace.

"I'm gonna kill that old cunt one of these days! He's really starting
to piss me off big time!" Master Noel grunted and gasped into my ear as
he pounded up me even harder. I could hear the applause and wondered
which of the cheering men would be fucking me next.

The images speed up once more and I watch myself standing before the old
man side on, letting him stroke my erect penis as he pushed the tapered
end of a large empty whisky bottle up my cunt. The pain was excruciating,
but I bit my tongue and let him do it.

"Fuck you've got a sloppy pussy, boy! See, I've nearly got half the
bottle up your vagina and your dick is still rock-hard. Okay then, turn
around so my friends can see you and jerk off while I fuck you hard with
this bottle. I want to see how far you'll stretch before you start
bleeding bitch!" the old man leered, his voice evil and filled with
hate.

As instructed, I furiously masturbate myself for them as he slammed the
glass bottle in and out of my pussy. I tried not to cry, but tears came
and a strangled squeal of pain leapt from my throat as I felt something
inside me rip at the same time I shot my girl juices.

Then there was Master Noel, standing over the unconscious dying body of
the old man, screaming at him as he rams a metal poker up his arsehole.
He has sustained three serious knife wounds and is bleeding badly, but
without hesitating Master Noel quickly steps over to me, tears in his
eyes as he hugs me close to him and helps me stagger out of the old
man's house.

Then there was nothing. No images, no visions, no pictures. I lay in a
cocoon of peaceful black silence, until suddenly I opened my eyes and I
can vaguely see Master Noel leaning over me, tears of joy in his eyes as
he saw me looking up at his face.

We are in another city, another small one bedroom apartment. Master Noel
is hugging me close to him, a desperate angry look on his face as he
talks of our future. Suddenly the door crashes open and four huge masked
men carrying machetes and pistols storm into the room.

Master Noel looks resigned, as if he knew this day would come, when
Master Evan's security team would eventually find us. But suddenly
Master Noel yells at me to get down, screaming at the four men to stay
away as he uses his body to shield me.

The next minute we are both on our knees, our wrists tied behind our
backs, facing the men as they ransack our room. Master Noel is shouting
at the men to take what they want and then get the fuck out.

"6k boss, just like the hotel manager said, boss!" says the thinnest of
the four. They are all very tall, and three of them are verging on obese.
We can't see their faces, as they are wearing balaclavas, but their bare
hands identify they are all black men.

"So what we got here? Two faggot scum living it up in a cozy hideaway
retreat? And doing naughty fag stuff, no doubt? Well, I reckon that'll
cost ya big time not to be ratted on. What do ya say, HD?" the largest
man says as he glares down at us.

"I say we have some fun before we go, and still give `em up to the cops
when we leave. Nothing nastier than some fucking homos polluting the
straight pool, boss!" answered his compatriot in a chilling voice.

"Okay then, fun it is!"

Instantly a long glinting blade is pressed against my throat and one of
the men stands in front of Master Noel unzipping his jeans.

"I reckon you the top man, since you still dressed and all. So you get
the pleasure of sucking my cock and licking my big fat hairy black balls
first." The man said sneering down into Master Noel's horrified face.

"Mind though, we'll give you one chance to get outta here with your
cherry intact. If you don't want to suck us all off, and then have us
fuck you stupid, we'll leave you alone and just slit your bitch's
throat before we fuck him. Then once we're finished, you can go home,
and forget this ever happened. Your choice punk?" the man said.

At first Master Noel just stared at the huge black uncut dick in front of
his face, and then he turned his head my way, looking at the menacing
knife pressing against my throat. And then he turned back around and
without another word took that large throbbing erection into his mouth
and started sliding his lips up and down its thick length.

Before I could even move, one of the other men stepped forward quickly
and shoved his penis into my mouth and ordered me to suck him off.

Again the images in my mind shifted quickly ahead in time. I could see
Master Noel and I had been positioned next to each other, our wrists
still tied behind our backs, and we are both on our knees at the side of
our bed, bent over so our faces are pushed into the mattress.

Kneeling behind us, two of the large black men are brutally fucking us,
while slamming their fists into our backs if we don't push back onto
their raging thrusting cocks fast enough.

Master Noel has had his clothes ripped off him and his favourite jock
strap has been shoved into his mouth gagging him. I have a pair of Master
Noel's Speedo briefs jammed into mine. Our faces are turned towards each
other, and I can see the lost, daze look on Master Noel's grimacing
pain-riddled face as he is forced, like me, to take all the men's erect
penises over and over again.

The images shifted once again in time, and I recognise the cellar room
where the men and 16 of their gang members hang out. I am on my back, the
boss laying on top of me, my legs over his shoulders as he pounds his
huge black cock in and out of my vagina.
The look in his eyes is feral and he is fucking me as hard as he can,
intentionally trying to hurt me and make me cry.

"Fucking some real nice white pussy here guys! God he's good! His pussy
keeps gripping my dick so tight!" he grunts and drools as he slams
himself over and over into me.

I remember how they had decided to take me with them once they'd had
their way with Master Noel and me. Tying Master Noel up and then dragging
me out of the room, they'd thrown me in the boot of their car and driven
me here where I'd spent the next five days performing oral on all their
gang members and then letting them rape me up my vagina whenever they
wanted to.

I remember my mind had gone completely numb and all I could think about
was Master Noel, and how he'd sacrificed his cherry to save my life.

If ever I was stunned, it was when the heavy wooden door to the cellar
room I was being sodomised in suddenly blew inward, shards of splintered
wood injuring many of the black men inside, and Master Noel storming in
firing a gun at anything that moved. Then there was a volley of gunfire
that seemed to go on forever, but as the smoke cleared, there stood
Master Noel looking around for me.

As soon as he saw the boss who was still on top of me, he raced over,
smashed the handle of the gun against the surprised black man's temple
and pulled him off of me. Then Master Noel rolled the man over onto his
back, took aim and shot the man's genitals off.

With Master Noel supporting me, he dragged me to a waiting car he'd
stolen earlier and slammed the accelerator down as he drove us out of the
city and across the state line. I could see Master Noel had been injured.
He'd taken two bullets. One that had entered and passed through his
upper left arm and the other having passed through his right shoulder.

After many hours, and I can see he was very groggy and weak, he finally
books us into a small run-down hotel on the outskirts of a city, three
states away from where we'd been robbed and raped, and looking me over
carefully, he hugs me close to him as he cries and kisses me all over my
startled face.

"It's alright baby! You're safe with me now! Come on, lie down here
and try to get some sleep, okay." He said to me gently, not worrying
about his own injuries, just concerned about me.

The images of the three weeks we stayed there float through my mind as
Master Noel decides once again whether to ring Master Evan to come down
and collect me. But as I recover a little and he starts feeling better,
he chooses to move us once again. I also know there is something wrong
with my eyes now, as he is just a blurred image on the edge of my vision,
but I don't tell him.

"I've got to get you help, Brad! I'm really scared I might lose you if
I don't. Maybe I'd better ring Evan and have him come down here now?"
he said in a whisper, mainly to himself than to me. Immediately I wrapped
my arms weakly around his waist and tried to hug him close to me, tried
to reassure him all was well.

Finally the images speed up and I see myself on my knees, trying to stay
upright. I feel so weak, and I'm having trouble not falling into a deep
faint. I know I have been unable to eat, that no food I take in stays
down.

I hear the knock on the door and the vague outline of Master Evan stands
before us. Master Noel is nearly hysterical. I can hear it in his voice.
He is trying to protect me, but I know he is in bad shape too. As he has
seen me getting ill over the last month, he too has stop eating.

I hear the scuffle and then the loud sound of a body hitting the floor
and I know deep down it is Master Noel. Frantically I move forward,
cursing my inability to see, but my hands come across him and he lays
there before me unmoving.

Instantly I start howling in despair. He isn't moving, and I know
there's something wrong with him, but suddenly I feel soft tender hands
brush my shoulder and gentle arms wrap around me.

"Shhhh, Brad. Its okay! Noel's okay too, and your safe now. Shhhh there
baby!" I hear Master Evan say softly to me, hugging me ever so gently
against his chest.

"Shhhh, you're safe now. We're going to look after you and get you all
better again." Master Evan continues and I feel myself calming down and
then the images disappear and darkness descends all around me.

Noises and voices surround me, at first feint and muffled. My avenging
angel appears above me with the face of Master Noel and the body of a
glowing iridescent Adonis. And on pure white wings he floats down to me
to cup my face gently and wipe away my tears.

"It's time for you to move on, Brad. It's time for you to let go of me
and seek out your own destiny." The angelic floating figure with Master
Noel's face says to me, a huge beatific smile stretched across a benign
face glowing with love.

Instantly I open my eyes to see the outline of Master Evan hovering over
me. I think he is smiling happily down into my face and I feel his lips
gently kiss my forehead as he once again whispers to me to rest and to
sleep. A rich comforting darkness swirls around me, settling over me,
protecting me.

And then my eyes flutter open as bright natural sunlight awakens me. I
can see better now, the figures and objects around me coming into clearer
focus. There standing over me is Master Evan, just as he has always been,
and I can see the details of his whole face now. He looks so handsome and
tall, not like the memory I had of him as a short skinny teenage bookworm
who always looked shy and timid.

Now he looks strong and vibrant, but in the back of his eyes I see the
gentle kind boy I use to know. And before I know what I'm doing, my hand
rises ever so slowly until I can caress his cheek.

"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me, my handsome
young prince!" I whisper softly up to him, and I see the tears of pure
joy and love spill down his cheeks as he moves his lips down onto mine
and gently kisses me.


To Be Continued...

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