Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 07:51:12 -0500
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 10

This story is copyright 2009 by James True. The following is a work of
fiction, and it involves sexual situations between men. The author
appreciates any and all feedback about the story and the events depicted,
as well as the general subject matter of sexual slavery.  I hope you enjoy
the story.


The Merchandise Chapter 10


Jim had just started washing the dishes when Paul came into the kitchen and
said, "Those can wait, boy. Come into the living room." Jim dried his hands
and followed Paul into the living room. Mr. Lee was sitting on an easy
chair, and Paul went to the couch. Jim, at first, didn't know where to go,
but Paul nodded his head towards Mr. Lee, so Jim went and sat at Mr. Lee's
feet. Once again, Jim felt the relief as the pressure on his balls was
lessened by the act of sitting down, causing the hanging weight to rest on
the floor. But the pressure of the tit-clamps could not be relieved and it
was getting quite unbearable. Jim did not know how much longer he could
resist the temptation to remove them. With the numbness of his nipples, and
the weight on his balls, Jim totally forgot that he also had a buttplug up
his ass.

Mr. Lee spoke to Jim in English. "Your master has been telling me of the
wonderful progress he has made in your training in just one week's time. I
can see how obedient you have been all during dinner, and how attentive to
our desires and needs you have been. Your master also tells me you were the
one who cooked the wonderful dinner. Your performance reflects well on your
master. He is to be congratulated on a good job of training you."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Jim noticed that all of Mr. Lee's praise went
to Paul and what he had done, with none going to himself.

"Now there are other areas of your training I want to evaluate, boy. If you
do well, your master will be very well rewarded for his good job. You would
like to see your master rewarded, right boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I would." Jim thought that if Paul looked good in front of his
boss, then Paul just might reward him in return.

"Good." Mr. Lee stood up, and in the process stepped heavily on Jim's hand
with his heavy boot. Jim let out a cry of pain and pulled back his
hand. Mr. Lee did not say a word and in fact, acted as if nothing were
amiss. Jim rubbed his hand.

"Your master tells me that before he started training you, you had never
sucked cock. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, let's see how well you have learned to do the most basic of a
slave's duties."

Jim looked over to Paul, who simply nodded at him. The only cock he had
ever sucked was Paul's, and he didn't want to suck Mr. Lee's cock, but he
knew it would do no good to protest Jim reached up and started to unzip
Mr. Lee's pants with his still sore hand. Mr. Lee's soft cock popped out,
and Jim got on his knees and slowly placed it in his mouth. Once again, the
weight started pulling on his balls as it was no longer resting on the
floor. Before he could start sucking and pumping Mr. Lee's cock, Jim felt a
stream of liquid filling his mouth. He realized that Mr. Lee was peeing
into his mouth, and Jim swallowed it as fast as he could, trying hard not
to spill any. Despite his efforts, some did drip out of his mouth and down
his chin, and then his chest. Jim felt humiliated at having to drink a
stranger's pee in front of Paul. Paul was his master. Paul was the one who
was supposed to do things like this to him. He felt disloyal to Paul, even
though Paul gave his approval.

While this was happening, Paul stood up and came over, and gave Mr. Lee a
kiss on his mouth. When Jim saw this, he felt a pang of jealousy. This
didn't seem right to him. He loved his master, and didn't like seeing him
kiss someone else. But Jim quickly realized that he had no say in the
matter. What he felt was not important. He told himself that Paul's
happiness was what mattered, and Paul obviously wanted to kiss Mr. Lee,
maybe only to stay in the good graces of his boss.

With the stream of piss ended, Mr. Lee removed his cock from Jim's mouth,
saying, "The most basic of a slave's duties is to be used as a toilet for
others. It is the lowest that a living thing can go." Mr. Lee gave a
gesture to Paul, who then produced a pair of handcuffs. Paul reached down
and quickly handcuffed Jim's hands behind his back.

Mr. Lee then lifted a leg, placed a booted foot on Jim's shoulders and
pushed him over onto his back. "Let's see how well you clean my boots,
slave," he said as he sat down and shoved the sole of his boot in Jim's
face. Jim stuck out his tongue and slowly started licking the bottom of the
boot. Paul, meanwhile, lifted up Mr. Lee's teeshirt over his head to remove
it, and then started to suck on his nipples.

Jim finished licking the soles of Mr. Lee's boots, then, since his hands
were bound behind his back, had to struggle to his knees so he could
continue with the tops of his boots. Jim found the sight of Paul sucking on
Mr. Lee's nipples above him to be very hot. Every now and then, Mr. Lee
used his feet to give a little kick to Jim, or to play with his erect
penis, which Jim did not like, but which he suffered quietly.

Shortly, Mr. Lee said something to Paul in Chinese. Paul brought out a
leash which he attached to Jim's collar. "Come boy," he said as he tugged
on the collar. Jim stood up, but was pushed down to his knees by Mr. Lee's
boot. Jim was forced to walk on his knees after Paul as he was led
upstairs, followed by Mr. Lee, who kicked Jim's ass to force him to keep
up. It was a struggle for Jim to get up the stairs on his knees, made
harder by the fact his hands were cuffed behind his back. His knees started
to hurt, but he persevered.

Once upstairs, Paul led Jim to the stock. Paul opened the stock and placed
Jim's head and wrists in the spaces for them, then closed the stock and
locked it. Jim was now locked in a bent-over position, the weight hanging
from his balls now excruciatingly painful, and his nipples numb from the
pain of the tit-clamps. Paul then wrapped a leather belt around Jim's
waist. This he then attached to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. This
effectively kept his upper body parallel to the floor, and his ass in the
air.

"Mr. Lee wants to see how well you take punishment," Paul informed Jim, at
which point Mr. Lee slammed a bamboo switch down onto Jim's upturned and
unprotected ass. Jim let out a cry of pain. Mr. Lee said something to Paul
in Chinese, and Paul got out a penis gag and stuffed it in Jim's mouth, and
put a blindfold over his eyes. Mr. Lee then continued to use the switch on
Jim's ass. Jim's cries of pain were now muffled by the gag, and he had
tears rolling down his face. The pain he felt on his ass took his mind off
the torture his nipples and balls were going through.

It seemed to Jim to take forever, but the caning finally ended. He heard
Mr. Lee say, "A nice red and bloody ass, just the way I like it." Mr. Lee
moved in front of Jim, removed his pants, and then took the gag out of
Jim's mouth. "Get my cock wet with your saliva, boy. Get it good and wet."
Jim opened his mouth and Mr. Lee inserted his cock. Jim licked it up and
down the shaft, and then Mr. Lee pulled out and replaced the gag.

Mr. Lee then went behind Jim and removed the butt plug that had been in
Jim's sore ass. He then immediately replaced it with his own cock, and his
hands grabbed Jim's hips. Jim felt Mr. Lee fucking him, and fucking him
hard. With every thrust, Mr. Lee's groin crashed into Jim's red and painful
ass cheeks, causing even more pain. The movement also caused the weight
hanging from his balls to swing wildly, causing even more torture
there. Jim didn't know how much more of this he could take.

Eventually, Jim felt Mr. Lee cum into his ass. Mr. Lee then pulled out. Jim
then heard Mr. Lee talking to Paul, and heard them walking away and
downstairs, then quiet. They didn't say one word to him. They didn't
acknowledge him in any way. He was used for Mr. Lee's pleasure, then
forgotten. Jim was still locked in the stock, gagged and blindfolded, with
numb tits, painful balls, and a tortured, bleeding ass dripping cum. Not
able to move or cry out, he just cried.

Paul and Mr. Lee returned to the second floor living room, and conversed in
Chinese. "Weren't you a little rough on the boy?" asked Paul. "He's still
new to all this, you know."

"Bah," replied Mr. Lee. "You can't be too rough on a slave. Your problem is
you coddle your boys too much. You have to prepare them for what is to
come. What do you suppose happens to them when they are taken by their new
masters? Not all of them are kind and gentle, you know. You have to be
tough and prepare them properly."

"But he is just a boy."

"He? It, you mean. It is a nothing. Don't go getting so attached. You only
have it for a few weeks, you know. Then off it goes to its new owners."

"I know you're right, sir. But this one seems different from the past
boys. I've never seen a boy so eager to please so early in the process."

"There is more to being a slave than being eager to please, you know. When
I stepped on its hand, it should have just kept the hand there and make no
noise, even at the cost of broken bones. Instead, it attempted to pull its
hand away, and it let out a cry of pain. Very bad form. Correct that."

"I will, sir. But remember, it was very unexpected. The boy only just
started training. He really has made remarkable progress. I feel really
strongly about this one."

"Don't think of doing anything foolish, boy." Mr. Lee purposely did not use
Paul's name. "This one is already earmarked, and will bring in a very high
price. I will be quite angry if you do anything to sabotage this
transaction. It must be taught to handle punishment like a good slave. If
something should happen to prevent the transaction from proceeding, "
Mr. Lee's tone was turning threatening, "I will not be pleased."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry if you are not satisfied with my progress. I will do
better in the coming weeks, and I promise the boy will be ready at the
appointed time, Sir."

"Very well, boy. But I want you to report to my office tomorrow at 10."

"Yes, sir." Paul said as he led Mr. Lee out.

It seemed like forever, but in reality, it was only a half-hour later that
Jim heard someone coming up the stairs. He hoped it was Paul and not
Mr. Lee.

Jim's blindfold was removed, and he saw that it was indeed Paul. Paul then
removed the gag. "I know that was an ordeal for you, boy," he said. "But
you handled it well. I'm proud of you." Paul opened up the stock to release
Jim. He then carefully removed the tit-clamps and the parachute from Jim's
balls, all the while holding Jim's body up. He slowly lowered Jim's body
down to the floor and examined his ass.

"I brought this salve which should help with the healing," he said as he
slowly started rubbing it over the red and bruised ass. The application of
the ointment was very soothing, and the attention he was receiving from
Paul was calming. And with the rubbing of his ass, Jim's cock started to
enlarge once again.

"I see you didn't totally hate this evening, boy. But you do not have my
permission to cum tonight. You will have to control yourself so as not to
cum. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir." Jim said dreamily, enjoying the soothing effects of the
ointment and the rubbing on his ass, and just the attention he was getting
from his master..

"I know Mr. Lee can be rough at times, especially towards a new slave like
you. But he was testing you. I'm glad to say you passed. You took the
caning like a good slave. Don't be ashamed that you cried. A slave is not
expected to take punishment without feeling. Then it wouldn't be
punishment. I'm just sorry you had to go through that when you did not
deserve punishment. As I said, it was just a test. But slaves also get
tested regularly. So you must always be prepared, even if you don't do
anything wrong. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir." Jim replied. But he didn't really. But he did not have the
strength to argue. He was just happy that Paul was pleased. If he had
Paul's approval, the torture was worth it.

"Now, boy, you still have the kitchen to clean up. I like a clean house,
you know." Jim did not at all feel up to cleaning the kitchen. He was
exhausted and sore. But he realized Paul was not giving him a choice. So he
slowly stood up and started to go downstairs. "You better show more
enthusiasm than that, boy. You should always want to do whatever it takes
to make your master happy, boy. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I do want to please you and do what it takes to
make you happy."

"Good boy. Now step lively." And the two of them went downstairs, and Jim
entered the kitchen to start cleaning.

His whole body still ached as he cleaned the kitchen. But he decided he
dared not complain. But as a result, cleaning the kitchen took longer than
it would otherwise have taken. Finally, when done, Jim went into the living
room, and stood by the door. Paul motioned him over to the couch, and Jim
went and started to try to sit on the floor, try because his ass was still
raw from the caning.

"Just kneel, boy." Paul told him, aware of Jim's discomfort. Jim was glad
Paul was so considerate. He realized that when he first came into the city,
he could have been found instead by someone like Mr. Lee, and his life
would have been miserable. Paul continued, "I must say I enjoyed watching
you being punished by Mr. Lee tonight. It was very hot. I need to cum. I
won't fuck you, since I know your ass is sore, but I can use your mouth."
Paul stood up and took out his cock. Jim opened his mouth and started to
caress the cock with his tongue. Paul noticed Jim's cock was quite erect.
"Remember, boy. You are not to cum tonight. You have to hold your cum in
until I say you can cum."

"Yes, Sir." Jim's reply was muffled because of the cock in his mouth, but
Paul knew Jim's answer was proper.

Paul liked the feel of his boy's mouth on his cock. Paul dreamily grabbed
Jim by the hair to hold his head next to his crotch. Slowly, Paul started
pumping in and out, pushing his cock further and further down Jim's throat.
Finally, Paul erupted and a stream of cum flowed down Jim's throat. Jim
continued sucking, taking in every drop of cum down to the last. Slowly,
Paul withdrew his cock from Jim's mouth.

"You did well, boy." Paul said. "Now it's time for you to go up to your
cage for the night." And Paul led Jim upstairs and locked him in. Then he
returned downstairs and prepared to go to bed himself.

Paul wished he could have Jim sleep with him. It would be delightful to
wake up in the morning next to his boy. But Paul knew it would not be
proper. Jim must not be exposed to the luxury of a soft mattress while in
his charge. He knew Mr. Lee was right, that he was being too gentle with
Jim. But Jim was learning fast the life of a slave. Paul didn't have the
heart to be cruel to him. Then he started to wonder what Mr. Lee wanted him
for in the morning. Finally, he drifted to sleep.


To be continued.

In the next chapter, Paul looks back and recalls the first time he met
Mr. Lee.  Comments on this story are greatly appreciated.  I thank all who
have sent me comments on past chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this one.

I'm also interested in communicating with those who wish to share with me
their experiences as a slave.