Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2008 13:33:09 -0500
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 3

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 3

Jim woke early the next morning. He listened, but heard nothing in the
house, and assumed Paul was still asleep. Nothing had happened last night;
Jim could not figure Paul out. Was he a fag or not? Did he give him a place
to sleep out of pure kindness, or did he want something in return? And if
so, what, if not sex? He was prepared to let Paul suck his cock, and he was
even prepared to fuck Paul in the ass if that's what he wanted. But Paul
gave no indication at all that he wanted any kind of sexual favor.

Jim put on the bathrobe Paul lent him and went to the guest bathroom and
washed up. He then remembered his toiletries and clothes were in his
backpack. He tried to remember where he left them, and thought he left them
in the living room. He went out there and looked around, but didn't find
them. He went back to the guest bedroom, and looked around there, but they
were nowhere to be seen. What could he have done with them? Maybe Paul put
his backpack away somewhere, he thought to himself. He noticed that Paul
liked to keep a neat house, with everything in its place, so he probably
put the backpack in some closet. He'll ask Paul about it when he gets up.

Although Paul didn't want sexual favors for helping him, Jim decided he
should do something nice for him as payment for allowing him to stay
there. He headed to the kitchen, deciding he would cook Paul a nice bacon
and eggs breakfast. Assuming Paul had food in the house, that is. He looked
in the refrigerator and found it well stocked. He easily found a nice set
of pots and pans, and began to cook a nice breakfast for the two of them.

Paul awoke to the pleasant smell of bacon cooking. He got up, washed, put
on his jeans, t-shirt, and a pair of white socks, then went to the kitchen,
where Jim was standing at the stove, barefoot and wearing the short robe.

"Good morning, Paul. I hope you don't mind that I made breakfast for us. As
I told you, I know how to cook, and figured this is the least I can do for
the kindness you have shown me."

"Of course," Paul replied, thinking to himself, "it certainly will be the
least you do."

Jim went on, "I looked for my backpack when I got up. I thought it was left
in the living room. I have a change of clothes and stuff in it. Do you
remember where I put it?"

"Don't worry about the backpack and change of clothes," Paul said. "Today
you start your training for your new position, and you won't need any of
your old stuff."

"Huh? New position? What are you talking about? You found me a job?" asked
Jim.

"In a manner of speaking. You will certainly be employed."

"But what about my clothes? I have to wear something?"

"No, you don't. In fact, that robe is even more than you need. Take it
off," demanded Paul.

"What are you talking about? I don't have anything else on under the robe."

"I know. Take it off now."

Jim didn't know what to make of Paul's request. Actually, it seemed more
like a command. Maybe Paul just wanted to watch him naked. But his tone was
scary. This was not at all like the kind man who took him in last
night. Maybe this will lead to more than just watching him. Maybe this
morning is the time Paul will want payment for his kindness in the form of
sexual favors. As Paul stood staring at him, Jim was unsure what to
do. Well, he reasoned, if Paul wanted some kind of sexual favor, there was
no point in being modest about his body. It was just him and Paul in the
house. So, he took the robe off and placed it over the back of a kitchen
chair, then stood for Paul to look at. Instinctively, Jim placed his hands
before his genitals.

"Place your hands to your side," Paul commanded. Jim obeyed.

"Very good," Paul said. "Now finish cooking breakfast and serve it to
me. And be careful with that bacon!"

Jim went back to the stove, feeling very self-conscious, and continued to
prepare the breakfast, careful not to let the bacon fat spatter onto his
unprotected front-side. Paul sat at the table looking at him, admiring his
body. "Very nice," he thought. "Don't know why kids these days insist on
hiding their bodies in such ridiculously loose clothing. Training this one
will be fun."

Jim then looked through the cupboards and drawers, taking out plates and
utensils to set the table. Being naked, he decided he would play the tease,
and moved around the kitchen in such a way as to show off his assets, so to
speak. When he had to bend down to get something from a low cupboard, he
would stick his ass up seductively. When he set a place in front of Paul,
he carefully brushed against Paul's arm. He found it a little uncomfortable
behaving like this, but if it satisfied Paul and got him his clothes back,
then what was the harm? After setting Paul's place, Jim started to set
another place on the table opposite Paul. Paul then said, "You don't need
to bother setting a second place."

Jim gave a puzzled look at Paul. "You only eat after I'm done," said
Paul. "Understand?"

"Not really. I don't understand this at all. Why can't I eat with you?"

Paul said, "Because that's the way things are going to be from now on. It's
part of your training."  There was that word "training" again. Training for
what? Jim wondered. Jim put the second set of silverware back in the
drawer, then started serving the eggs and bacon on a single plate and
placed it in front of Paul.

"Thank you. Now, sit on the floor here next to me while I eat."

"What?"

"You heard me. Don't make me repeat it."

Jim was getting more scared with Paul's forceful tone. What had he gotten
himself into? Oh, well, best to play along for now, at least until Paul
returns his clothes and he can get out of here. So, Jim went over and sat
his bare ass down on the floor next to Paul's chair.

Paul started to eat the breakfast in silence. Jim felt a pang in his
stomach as he realized he hadn't eaten yet. He was hungry, he had prepared
the breakfast, yet he wasn't being allowed to eat. This whole thing didn't
make any sense. Was Paul a fag or not? Why was he forcing him to sit on the
floor hungry? Was he trying to humiliate him?

"Paul, what's going on? Why are you making me just sit here? I'm hungry, I
cooked, I should be able to eat."

At that, Paul took a piece of bacon from his plate and held it before Jim's
face. "Here. Eat this." Jim reached for the bacon, but Paul pulled it
back. "Not with your hands." Paul moved the bacon back in front of Jim's
face, and Jim this time just opened his mouth and ate it out of Paul's
hand. "Good boy."

Next, Paul took some of the scrambled eggs in a spoon and held it out for
Jim. Jim again ate without touching the spoon with his hands. The meal
continued like this with Paul eating most of the food and giving Jim table
scraps. Jim felt humiliated and powerless. Naked, without knowing where his
clothes were, there was little he could do.

Paul, meanwhile, was admiring at how well Jim seemed to just follow his
commands. He was thinking Jim was a natural-born submissive, and Jim
himself didn't realize it. Jim seemed to simply do what he was told. Sure,
it wasn't "no questions asked" type of obeying, and there was some
hesitation to obeying, but that was more than to be expected for the first
day. There were protests, but so far, no sign of rebellion. This was going
well.

Paul finished eating, leaving some eggs, bacon, and half a slice of toast
on his plate. He then placed the plate on the floor and said, "You did
good, boy. Now, you can eat what's left. But don't use your hands. Then
clean the dishes, and then come to me in the living room." Paul left the
kitchen.

Jim didn't know what to do, whether to defy Paul and sit up at the table
and eat like a normal person, or follow his instructions. He realized,
though, that Paul just may be crazy or on drugs or something, and might be
dangerous, so he decided he didn't want to provoke him. Staying on the
floor, he leaned over and using just his mouth, ate what was left on the
plate. He felt ridiculous, but decided it was the safest approach, at least
until he could figure things out. Only when all the food was gone did he
get up. Clearing the table, Jim went and washed the dishes, hoping that now
Paul has had his fun humiliating him, he would give him back his clothes so
he could leave.

Jim finished drying the dishes and putting them away. He was working up the
courage to go into the living room and confront Paul and demand that now
that he had done what was asked, that Paul give him back his clothes.

Jim marched into the living room and saw Paul sitting on the couch looking
at his laptop screen. But before Jim could say anything, Paul said, "Boy, I
want to congratulate you. You performed your morning tasks admirably. I was
watching on a nanny-cam I have set up in the kitchen, and saw that you
finished the breakfast exactly as I told you to. You didn't try to take
advantage of my absence to put on the robe or sit at the table. That is
good. If you had done either, you would have to have been punished for
disobedience." When Paul said this, Jim didn't really hear the part about
punishment. Instead, he was puzzled by his own action. Why didn't he even
think of putting on the robe. The thought never occurred to him. He was
alone in the kitchen, completely naked, and it never even occurred to him
to put on the robe. Why didn't it?

Paul continued, "You also performed well when you decided, without being
told, to cook me breakfast. Very good. You will get rewarded for your
initiative."

Jim became hopeful at the word reward. Maybe he would be allowed to get
dressed and leave.

But Paul said, pointing to the floor in front of him, "Come here and sit
down."

"Paul..." Jim started. But Paul interrupted him.

"Boy, your training is just beginning, so I'll forgive your mistakes
today. But the first thing you have to learn is you must call me 'sir' or
'master'. Never 'Paul'. Is that understood?"

"What? No way! This game or whatever it is has gone far enough. Give me my
clothes and let me leave." demanded Jim.

Paul reached out and slapped Jim across the face, leaving a large red mark
on his cheek. "Don't you dare talk back to me. Ever!"

Paul saw a look of terror and shock on Jim's face. "Look," he said more
calmly. "I'm sorry I hit you. I promised I would forgive your mistakes
today, and I will. But it is important for you to learn. Always call me
'Sir' or 'Master', and never ever talk back to me. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," Jim replied, messaging his cheek.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"Yes, SIR! I understand." There was still defiance in his voice, but his
cheek was still stinging, and he did not dare to defy Paul while he was in
this mood.

"Good, now, sit down as I told you, " Paul said, pointing to the floor
before him. Jim sat down on the floor, trembling.

"Look, you are being trained for a very important position. But the most
important thing you have to learn is obedience, no questions asked. You
came to this city just yesterday, you don't know anyone, you have no
prospects. Dumb kids like you wind up dead within a week. You are lucky I
found you. I can take care of you, train you, teach you your place in this
world. You should appreciate what I'm doing for you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," was all Jim could say.

"Very well. Now, I told you you deserve a reward for your initiative this
morning in anticipating my needs and cooking breakfast this morning. When
you are good and can do things without being told, you get rewarded. Now,
lean forward." Jim did. "Unzip my pants." Hesitantly, Jim reached up and
did so. Now, apparently, comes the sexual favors Paul will want. Jim was
nervous and scared.

"Good. Now reach in and take out my cock." Jim did so, and for the first
time in his life, he was touching another guy's cock. It was an interesting
sensation, and he felt a little stirring in his own groins. He knew what
Paul would ask next. Part of him didn't want to do it; he was not a
cocksucker, and when he was on the bus, he had promised himself he would
only allow others to suck his cock, and not suck someone else's . But
strangely, part of him wanted to do it. Here was a man's cock right in
front of his face, in his hands, close enough to smell; it was an
experience he never had before. And almost unthinkingly, he leaned forward
and placed his mouth on the head of the cock, kissing it. It was a little
moist, which Jim wasn't expecting, but not too bad. Pre-cum, he thought it
was called. He opened his lips and allowed the head to enter his mouth. He
was surprised it tasted kind of sweet. And for the first time, he smelled
someone's manhood. He didn't know quite what to expect, but was glad that
Paul at least seemed to have washed himself.

Paul grabbed the back of Jim's head and pushed it further down his
cock. Jim wrapped his tongue around the shaft, then sucked in. Paul leaned
back and sighed. He then pushed in further, and Jim started to gag. "Easy,
boy...breathe through your nose. Relax your throat." Jim did, and found he
could take even more of Paul's stiffening cock into his mouth. Jim wanted
to think this was disgusting, but he found his own cock started to get
stiff despite his thoughts. He realized he was enjoying this much more than
he should. Paul was holding his head in place so Jim would not be able to
remove the cock from his mouth if he wanted to, but Jim found he didn't
really want to. This was a very new and interesting sensation. Jim sucked
deeper on the cock.

Then Paul shoved deeper. Jim started to gag again, and tears started
rolling down his face. Paul let up the pressure a bit. But then he pushed
again. Paul repeated this process a few times. Each time, he felt Jim was
able to relax his throat more.

Paul soon let up and pulled Jim's head away. "You're doing very good,
boy. Now lick my balls," he said, and Jim moved to do so, soon sucking both
balls into his mouth. Paul moaned. He lifted up his stiff cock, and then
released it, so that it slapped down on Jim's face. Jim continued to suck
on the ball sac.

Paul enjoyed this for many minutes, every now and then, slapping Jim's face
with his cock. Jim took this without complaint, sucking on the ballsac and
smelling Paul's manhood. Then Paul gently gave Jim's head a lift up, and
Jim obediently lifted his head up and reinserted Paul's cock into his
mouth. Jim sucked it down. Paul continued to put pressure on Jim's head,
holding it in place while Jim sucked deeper. Paul's groin started to
gyrate, and he continued to hold Jim's head in place as he pushed even
deeper, forcing his cock into Jim's throat. Eventually he started to
cum. Jim felt the eruption as the cum hit the back of his mouth and started
to dribble down his throat. Jim was shocked that he was drinking all this
in.

Paul eventually loosened the pressure on Jim's head which allowed him to
release the cock. Paul smiled at his boy, and noticed that Jim had a nice
erection. "You did that very well, boy. If you want, you can whack off to
relieve your own built-up supply."

Jim did want to. He needed to relieve his erection. "Thank you, sir," he
said without even thinking, and he laid down on the floor on his back and
started to stroke his own cock. When he did so, Paul lifted one
stocking-clad foot and placed it on Jim's chest. The other foot, he placed
on Jim's face. Jim wasn't sure why, but having Paul's foot right in his
face, covering his mouth and nose so he could smell nothing but Paul's
socked foot, made him even more excited. The smell of Paul's foot was like
an aphrodisiac. It didn't take long for Jim's own cum to spurt out, all
over his chest, with some of it landing on Paul's foot. Paul watched and
admired the amount of cum that can come out of such a young body.

Paul smiled at his boy. Jim looked up at Paul, not quite knowing what to do
next. Is this the end? Will Paul now give him his clothes so he can leave?
Paul said, "That is quite a load. But you got some on my socks. Lick it
off." Paul placed his foot right in front of Jim's mouth, and reluctantly
Jim stuck out his tongue and started to lick his own cum off Paul's
foot. When Jim was done doing that, Paul reached down and ran his fingers
over Jim's chest, picking up some of the cum that was drying there. He then
moved his cum-soaked hand to Jim's mouth and said, "Lick my fingers clean,
boy." Jim took Paul's fingers into his mouth, licking his own cum off
them. After a few minutes, Paul said, "Very good, boy. Now go into the
bathroom and clean yourself up."

"Yes, sir." Jim went to the bathroom to wash up. He didn't know what to
make of this whole situation. Now that Paul had gotten a blow-job, he will
probably give him back his clothes and send him on his way. But another
aspect of this whole thing concerned Jim. Why did he get an erection while
giving Paul the blow-job. Why did he enjoy it so much? Why did he enjoy
drinking the cum? He wasn't a faggot, but he almost didn't want it to
end. And the orgasm he felt as he was jerking himself off at Paul's
feet. He had never experienced an orgasm as intense as that before. It
didn't make sense.

After he finished washing himself, Jim went back to the living room. He was
still naked, and again, instinctively covered himself with his
hands. "Don't cover yourself, boy. You have a beautiful cock. Display it
proudly."

Jim moved his hands to his side. "I want to thank you for taking me in and
letting me sleep here last night." He then thought it a nice touch to add,
"And thank you for feeding me your cum." He was then about to add his
request for his clothes so he could leave, but Paul interrupted.

"Come with me, boy. I want to show you something." With that, Paul stood up
and went to the door leading to the staircase to the top floor. Jim really
wanted to leave, to get out of this humiliating situation. He was about to
again demand the return of his backpack and clothes, but Paul again
demanded he come up stairs with him. Paul's tone was again such that he
didn't dare disobey him.

They went up to the top floor, and it took a few moments for Jim to take in
all he saw. He wasn't even sure what it was he did see. The walls were all
covered with dark mats. Any windows were also covered, so any light had to
come from the overhead lights. There were all sorts of equipment
here. Exercise equipment, such as a bowflex machine and a treadmill, were
obvious, but there were strange tables and benches, some with straps
hanging from them, and what looked like a stock. Then he noticed whips and
paddles hanging on the wall, and other things he could not identify. There
was a cabinet in one corner. In another corner, out in the open, was a sink
and a toilet, And over in another corner was what looked like a jailcell, 4
feet by 4 feet in size. What he saw scared him, and he was about to turn
around and go back downstairs. But he hesitated, also a little fascinated
by what he saw. The hesitation was just a second or two, but it was enough
to give Paul the opportunity to push him into the jailcell. Paul closed the
door, padlocking it shut with Jim inside.

"I have to go out for a few hours. You'll be safe here, and you can stay
out of trouble." With that, Paul descended the stairs, leaving Jim alone in
the cell.

Jim knew this was no longer a game. He was being held prisoner, and he was
naked, a captive of some faggot. A faggot who might do all sorts of things
to him. He looked at all the equipment in the room, wondering what some of
it could be used for. Some of it, the use was obvious. He had to escape.
But what was most scary to him was he was getting an erection at the
thought of what Paul might do to him next. He was turned on by the idea of
being helplessly used by a gay man. And that orgasm he had! He was not sure
he wanted to escape.


To be continued.

Comments about this story are greatly appreciated.