Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2009 09:39:59 -0400
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 13

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 13



Paul returned home determined not to suffer the fate his friend Luke
suffered at the hands of Mr. Lee. He was determined to make Jim the proper
slave, and he was determined to turn him over to Mr. Lee on time.


Arriving home, Paul expected to find Jim working as ordered, cleaning the
apartment. But he was nowhere to be seen. Did Jim escape? If so, Paul was
doomed. Then he remembered that Jim was only ordered to clean the
bathrooms, and then return to the upstairs dungeon. Paul checked the
bathrooms and found them spotless. He felt confident that Jim was upstairs,
possibly exercising on the equipment there. Paul examined all the
bathrooms, looking for anything that might be amiss, anything that was not
properly cleaned, but found everything in order. Nothing to punish the boy
for. Was that good or bad?


Paul got dressed in his leather harness, tight jeans, and sneakers, and
went upstairs. Sure enough, the boy was there, resting in his unlocked
cell. In fact, he was asleep. Paul looked at the sleeping boy, and marveled
at his innocent beauty. "No," Paul thought to himself. "I mustn't let his
looks sway me." He went over to the cell to wake him up, and decided the
best way to wake him was to piss on him, which he promptly did.


Jim woke with a start as the piss splashed down on his body, and he jumped
up. "What's going on? Why'd you do that?" he asked.


"What was that, boy?" Paul asked. "You dare to speak to me unbidden? You
dare to ask me a question?"


"Um, no, Sir. I'm sorry. I was startled."


"Better see to it that you don't startle so easily, boy. Look at you...all
covered in piss. Go wash up, boy. You're disgusting."


Jim went to the sink to wash up. He wondered what was going on with
Paul. He purposely pissed on him, and then complained that he was covered
with piss. After Jim finished washing, Paul instructed him to wash the piss
from the floor of his cell. Jim got the bucket and mop and bleach and
proceeded to clean the cell. Once it was clean, Paul gave an inspection,
giving his approval.


"Now, stand straight, boy. No slumping." Jim stood up, hands behind his
back. "What are you, boy?"


At first Jim was puzzled by the question, and then remembered from a few
days ago, and answered, "I'm a nobody, Sir. I am a slave."


"Yes, boy, that is right. Very good. And what do slaves do, boy?"


Jim gave the question a quick thought and answered, "They obey the commands
of their master, Sir."


"And how do they obey the commands, boy?"


"Unquestioningly, sir.. And unhesitantly, sir."


"Very good, boy. But there is more, isn't there? If all a slave does is
obey commands, then that puts all the work on the master. What else should
a good slave do?"


Jim had to stop and think, but then remembered something Paul said that
very first day. "A good slave anticipates his master's needs and takes the
initiative to satisfy them without being commanded, sir."


"Yes, that's right, boy. And why does a good slave do all that, boy?"


Jim gave this question some thought. "I can only answer for myself,
sir. I'm grateful to you, my master, for having rescued me from a life on
the streets, or even worse, sir. Plus, you have shown me kindness, and I
love the feeling I have when I am near you."


That was not an answer Paul wanted to hear. He has to train the boy to
accept and love any master, not just him. "But, what if I were not your
master, boy? What if someone like Mr. Lee were your master?"


"Mr. Lee is your friend and boss, Sir. As such, I would do my best to
please him."


"But what if he were your master, and I was not? What if Mr. Lee owned
you?"


"I would not like that, Sir. Mr. Lee was cruel and rough on me, not at all
like you."


Paul realized how right Mr. Lee was. He has been coddling the boy. "Boy,
you disappoint me. True, I am your master now, but I may not always be. I
might lend you out to another master, and then he will be your master. As a
slave, you have to love and obey whoever is your master. Your gratitude is
not required or even desired. What you want has nothing to do with
anything. You feel love for your master for no other reason than he IS your
master. Is that understood?"


"Yes, I understand what you're saying, Sir, but I don't know how I can do
that."


"You better learn, boy. For now, come here, boy."


Jim was puzzled. He didn't quite understand what he did wrong. He
approached Paul, who then roughly grabbed him by the arm and brought him to
the St. Andrew's Cross, shackling his wrists and ankles to it.


Afraid, Jim asked, "What are you going to do, Sir?" But Paul ignored
him. Instead, he put a ball gag in Jim's mouth. "Don't you dare question
your master. I should cut out your tongue. Then you won't be able to speak
at all. Would you like that, boy?"


Jim could just shake his head no, and whimper. But during all this, his
cock started to stand erect. Paul then got out a blindfold and placed it
over Jim's eyes.


Paul took some rope and started to wrap it around Jim's ball-sac, slowly
stretching it down, moving the testes further from the body. With each
added loop, Jim gave out a whimper of pain. Finally, when it looked as if
his ball-sac would explode, Paul took the loose end of the rope and tied it
to a eye-hook on the floor. Jim dared not move.


Next came the tit-clamps. As Paul attached each one to a tender nipple on
his boy, nipples still tender from the previous day's long torture with the
clamps, Jim let out a moan. Paul stood back to look at his boy. Jim, unable
to move, let out a steady moan as the sensations on his nipples and
ball-sac caused his cock to stand completely erect.


"How does that feel, boy? How does it feel to know I am doing this to you
for no other reason than I can, boy?"


Jim made another yell into the gag, but all that came out was a muffled
groan.


"I can do whatever I want with you, boy," Paul whispered into Jim's
ear. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. You are
nothing. You have no desires other than to please me, boy. Right?" Jim
slowly nodded his head.


Jim did indeed want to please Paul. He liked Paul. He didn't like this
discipline, especially since there seemed no reason for it. This was not at
all like the Paul he had gotten to know.


Paul grew quiet. Jim, being blindfolded, did not know what was happening,
or even where Paul was. At times, he thought he felt Paul's warmth right
next to him. He felt Paul's breath on his neck or ear. That was very
exciting, and his cock responded appropriately, even though the tug on his
balls hurt.. Other times, Paul moved away, and Jim didn't know where he
was. Jim started to wonder what was going to happen next, and his mind was
in a conflicted state of fear and anticipation.


He heard Paul rummaging through the cabinet on the far wall. He desperately
hoped he was not getting a whip. Then he heard nothing. The pain of the
tit-clamps, along with the pull of the rope on his balls caused him to
moan. Paul, being as quiet as he could, heard the moans and was pleased.


Paul had a candle in his hand, and he lit it. Slowly be brought it near to
Jim's body. Jim felt the warmth of the flame, but did not know what it
was. Then suddenly, he felt a sharp sensation on his shoulder. Jim did not
know it, but Paul was dripping hot wax from the candle onto him. The next
drop fell onto Jim's erect cock, causing Jim to yell in pain as he
instinctively tried to move away from the pain, causing the rope holding
his balls to pull even tighter. "You are mine, boy," Paul whispered. "I can
inflect pain if I desire, and you enjoy it because it pleases me, right
boy?"


Jim nodded yes, but had no idea what was happening as Paul dripped more hot
wax onto various parts of his body. Each drip landed on a new part of his
body. Jim didn't know where he would next feel the burning sting, and each
new sensation caused him to react, which in turn caused the rope to tug
once again on his balls.


Eventually, the sensations stopped, and all was quiet again. Jim realized
there were tears rolling down his cheeks, and saliva was leaking out of his
mouth despite the ball gag, and was dripping down his chest. He was
breathing hard and could feel his heart pounding. And his stiff cock was
screaming for relief. He could feel a great glob of pre-cum soaking the
head of his cock. He gave out a small moan.


All was quiet for a minute or two, allowing Jim a chance to relax. The
burning sensations were quickly fading, but his balls still hurt from the
stretching, and his nipples were sore from the clamps. Then, without
warning, he felt a striking blow to his balls. Paul had apparently slapped
them with a paddle. Then he felt a string of taps in fast succession. He
instinctively tried to jump out of the way, but of course, he could not.


Then he felt Paul's breath on his neck as he heard him whisper into his
ear, "How does it feel to know your most vulnerable parts are there for me
to abuse, and you can do nothing about it, boy?"


All Jim could do was moan into the gag. Then all was quiet again. How long
he remained there, Jim couldn't know. Suddenly, he felt the sting of a whip
across his chest. He wanted to shout out "NO!", but of course, the gag made
it impossible. Then there was another sting, and a third. The fourth and
fifth stings were on his thighs. Then it was back to his chest. Jim didn't
know when it would end. He didn't know how he could endure it. After 10
lashings, it stopped. His body felt as if it were on fire.


Finally, he felt the pressure on his balls decreasing. Paul was untying the
rope holding his balls down. Paul removed the rope from the boy's ball-sac,
and he felt a great relief. Next, Paul removed the tit-clamps. Finally, he
opened the cuffs holding Jim's wrists and ankles to the cross. Jim slumped
down, exhausted. The blindfold and gag were still in place, and Jim
wondered if he should remove them, but decided against it. Paul will remove
them when he is ready.


Paul sat down next to the boy, and removed the blindfold and gag. "How do
you feel, boy?"


"Sore, master. And I want to cum, if I may." Freed from his restraints and
torture, the tears started to dry on his cheeks.


"No, you may not." Paul took the boy in his arms, and cradled his head in
his arms. Jim enjoyed the comfort and relaxed. Paul's own cock was hard as
a rock. The sense of power Paul felt as the boy was restrained and helpless
got him so excited, it was all he could do not to take the boy and
penetrate his ass.


"If I may be so bold, sir, why did you do all that to me? Did I do
something wrong?"


"No, boy. You followed your instructions this morning perfectly. I just
need to teach you that there will be times when you will be disciplined for
no reason at all, simply because your master enjoys it. Understand?"


"Yes, sir. I don't like it, but I understand. My job is to please you, my
master, in every way I can, and I guess I don't have to understand it."


"No, you don't. How do you like being a slave, boy?"


Jim gave the question some thought. "I know I rebelled against it in the
beginning, sir. But that was out of ignorance, I think. Now that I've
experienced it, I find it isn't so bad. I like being useful, sir. I like
cleaning your house, cooking your meals. And I even like the sex, Sir. I
don't like it when you have to discipline me, and will do what I can to
avoid it, but I feel wanted and needed for the first time in my life,
sir. You have given me a purpose in life. I thank you for that, sir."


"And you like it because I am your Master, or would you be a willing slave
for any Master?"


"I'm sorry, Sir. But I can't see myself as anything but your slave."


Damn, thought Paul. He realized the boy was too attached to him. That has
happened before with other slave-trainees, and it was easily solved by
turning the boy over to Luke, but that is no longer an option. Paul had no
idea what to do.


In the end, he realized, it didn't matter. In just a few weeks, Mr. Lee
will come and take the boy, whether the boy wanted to go or not. Paul had
no idea where the boy would be sent, or who his new owner would be, but
that wasn't his problem.


No, Paul's problem is he wasn't sure he was willing to let Mr. Lee take the
boy. Paul looked down at the boy cradled in his arms. Never before had a
boy he trained affected him like this. Paul bent his head down and kissed
the boy. Then, for the first time in many years, Paul did not just have sex
with someone, but he made love to someone.



To be continued.

In the next and final chapter, we learn Jim's fate as Mr. Lee takes him
from Paul

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.