Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 12:28:16 -0500
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 7

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 7


The next morning began much like the previous morning. Jim woke up early
(how early, he could not tell), and could do nothing but sit or stand in
his cell. The chamberpot was no longer there, so he had to wait to be
released before he could pee. Eventually, Paul came up the stairs carrying
Jim's breakfast: a bowl of dry cereal. Paul took out his cock and peed into
the cereal before placing it on the floor of the cage, and Jim went down on
his hands and knees to eat it.

After Jim finished all the cereal, Paul opened the cage and allowed Jim to
go pee, clean himself up and shave himself (including his pubes). Jim felt
much better once he had cleaned all of Paul's dried piss from the night
before off his body. Paul then handed him a mop and some bleach so he could
clean up the dried piss on the floor of his cell.

Jim started wondering what would happen today. What humiliations would Paul
put him through. And to his surprise, he realized he wasn't just wondering
in fear or trepidation, but was instead almost looking forward to whatever
Paul had in mind. Again, this realization puzzled him. He should be looking
for a way to escape, but instead, he realized he liked the attention Paul
was showing him. His mother used to dote on him when he was a child, but
when she became sick, she had become more self-centered, and was unable to
show him the attention he craved. His step-father never showed him much
attention at all. Paul was paying attention to him, and he enjoyed that.

Once everything was clean, Jim stood by to await Paul's
instructions. "Today you will be allowed back downstairs, where you will
learn to do some of your domestic duties." With that, Paul started walking
downstairs, and Jim followed him.

When they entered into the second floor apartment, Jim was first startled
by the sunlight, and realized he had been locked up in the dark attic for
two days. Everything here seemed so bright. And Jim also realized that he
began to feel nudity was natural when he was on the top floor, but suddenly
felt unnatural here. Instinctively, he tried to hide his private parts with
his hands. When Paul noticed that, he simply gave a stern look at Jim, and
gave a grunt. Jim realized what it meant, and moved his hands to his
sides. "Very good, boy. Remember, your body is for your master to
enjoy. Never try to hide it."

"Now, your first task is to fix me a good breakfast, like you did on your
first morning here."

Jim immediately went into the kitchen to obey. He started to cook bacon and
eggs with toast, juice, and coffee. But the smells made him realize how
hungry he was, how little food he has received in the last few days, and
how bad it was. Jim took the opportunity of being alone to sample some of
the food he was preparing, forgetting the nanny-cams that were in the
kitchen.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Paul got on the phone and called a friend of
his. Paul had known Luke for 20 years, and they both worked to procure
slaves for their boss. Paul decided to test Jim's reactions to a different
master.

After Jim finished preparing the food, he placed one setting on the table
and went to the living room. "Your breakfast is ready, sir," he told
Paul. Paul entered the kitchen, and Jim served his food, then went and sat
on the floor next to Paul. Paul ate in silence, not bothering to give Jim
scraps like last time. When he was finished, Paul told Jim to clean up and
wash the dishes, then come to him in the living room.

While Jim was cleaning the kitchen, Paul's friend arrived. Paul opened the
door to the large, muscular Black man. "Luke! Great to see you. How've you
been?"

"Not bad," Luke replied entering the hallway. "I'm anxious to see your new
acquisition."

"In a minute. But I'm afraid he has to be punished this morning. He has
done a terrible thing that simply can not be allowed. I hope you will join
me in disciplining him."

"It will be my pleasure, Paul!"

As Jim was washing the dishes, he remembered the nanny-cams, and wondered
if Paul saw him sneak some food earlier, and if so, how would Paul react?
Jim finished washing and drying the dishes, then went into the living
room. Paul was sitting on the couch. There was another man in the room, a
large, muscular black man, maybe a year or two younger than Paul. "Come
here, boy," Paul told Jim.

Jim hesitated. He was getting used to being naked in front of Paul, but now
there was another man in the room, a complete stranger.. He wanted to hide
his nakedness, but again Paul firmly told him to keep his hands to his
sides. A boy's cock and balls belong to his master, and he must not hide
his master's property, Paul told him sternly. Jim walked over to Paul, and
when he was in reach, Paul grabbed Jim's arm and pulled him over his lap,
his ass sticking up. "I'm disappointed, boy. You make a good breakfast, but
you ate my food without my permission. You have to be punished." With that,
Paul started to spank Jim's bare ass, and spanked it hard. "I take you in,
save you from a life on the streets, and you repay me with disobedience,
you ungrateful dog."

As the spanking continues, tears come to Jim's eyes. "I'm sorry,
sir. Please forgive me. I was hungry." Being spanked like this in front of
the stranger was doubly humiliating.

"You have no cause to be hungry. I have given you good solid meals three
times a day. You are a greedy, no-good, ungrateful boy. I don't know why I
bother. See how ungrateful this boy is, Luke?" The spanking
continued. Jim's ass was turning red.

When Paul stopped the spanking, he had Jim stand up. "The rest of your
punishment will take place upstairs."

"Please, sir. I'm sorry for taking the food. It was wrong, and I know it
now, sir."

Paul led Jim back upstairs, inviting Luke to come along. "You'll enjoy
this, Luke," Paul said. Once upstairs, Paul again took out the bondage
mitts, placed them on Jim's hands, and then hooked them together in front
of him. He then took Paul to the middle of the room, underneath an overhead
beam from which hung some hooks and chains. Paul raised Jim's arms up and
hooked the bound and mitted hands to one of the hanging chains. Paul then
took out some ankle cuffs, and used them to chain Jim's ankles, leg spread
apart, to chains leading off to the sides. Jim was scared, afraid Paul
would now whip him. But Paul wasn't done setting up the scene. >From the
cabinet, Paul then got a blindfold and covered Jim's eyes. He took some
rope and tied it around Jim's ballsac, and tied the other end to a hook on
the floor, pulling the rope tight and thus stretching the sac down. Jim
cried out in pain. Paul stood and looked at his bound slave, and Jim
started to relax a little as he got used to the weight on his balls. "You
will stay like this until I deem your punishment complete."

"Please, sir. I'm scared! This hurts!." was all Jim could get out of his
mouth before Paul placed a penis gag in it. Paul then stood back to take a
broad look at his boy, chained up, a weight pulling down on his ball-sac, a
gag covering his mouth and a blindfold covering his eyes.

"I must say, Paul, that you really know how to pick them. This slave's
beautiful, all trussed up like that!" Luke said.

"That may be, but he is still a piece of shit who has to learn his place."
Paul said, mostly for Jim to hear.

Paul went to the wall and took a riding crop hanging there. He handed the
riding crop to Luke, telling him, "Go ahead, have some fun." Luke took the
crop and slowly moved the end of it over Jim's chest, rubbing it against
his nipples. The touch startled the blindfolded boy, and he quivered a
bit. His nipples started to get hard, as did his cock.  Luke took the crop
and sharply brought it down to hit the boy's growing cock. Jim tried to
yell out in surprise, but the gag effectively muffled the sound. Luke went
back to using the crop to caress Jim's chest. He started to use the crop to
tap on Jim's nipples, which made him even more excited.

"You like that, don't you, boy?" Luke asked. But all Jim could do was moan
into the gag. "I know you can't answer, boy. At least with your voice. But
your puny white cock seems to be answering for you." Luke said as he once
again brought the crop down hard on Jim's erect cock, eliciting another
muffled yell.

Paul then signaled Luke to stop, and the two of them went and sat on nearby
stools to look at the boy. Jim, blindfolded, had no idea what was
happening, or even where his tormentors were. Paul and Luke sat quietly
like this for more than a few minutes, rubbing their own growing cocks
beneath their jeans. After about 10 minutes, Paul and Luke approached Jim,
and they both moved their hands slowly over Jim's body. The initial touch
at first startled Jim, who started trembling again. But shortly, as he felt
nothing but the soft caresses, he started to relax a bit.

After Paul saw that Jim had relaxed, he then took up a whip and applied it
to Jim's back with a loud crack. The suddenness and unexpectedness of the
sting startled the boy, who gave out yet another muffled yell. Paul let off
four more lashes, and noticed Jim's cock remained hard. Putting down the
lash, he again went to sit on the stool to admire his boy's body. Jim
slumped his head, tired. Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Deciding Jim had had enough, Paul removed the restraints on Jim's ankles,
allowing Jim to again move his legs, then reached up and unhooked Jim's
hands from the overhead beam. Jim's hands were still in their mitts,
however, hooked together. Freed from being held by his upraised arms
attached to the beam, Jim slumped down, but Paul caught him. Paul sat down,
and cradled Jim's body in his arms. "I'm so sorry you had to go through
that boy. I hate having to punish you, but it is the only way you will
learn the proper behavior of a slave."

Paul removed Jim's gag, but kept his blindfold on, and then bent over and
gave his boy a kiss on the mouth, pushing his tongue into Jim's mouth. "You
took your punishment very well, and I'm proud of you, boy. But you should
know that each time I have to punish you, the punishment will get more
severe."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry for what I did. Please don't punish me more."

"That's up to you, boy. Be good and you will avoid punishment."

Paul laid the boy down on his back, and then removed his own clothes,
stretched out over him, and placed his cock on Jim's lips. Jim opened his
lips, taking in Paul's cock to its fullest, savoring the flavor, and
caressing the cock with his tongue. Within minutes, Paul came and sent a
stream of cum down the boy's throat.

He then turned to Luke and said, "Want to try him? He's really quite good,
considering this is so new to him."

Luke then removed his own clothing and stood over the boy. "I think I'd
rather feel his tongue in my ass," he said, and stooped down placing his
ass right on Jim's face. Luke's ass smelled funkier than Paul's did the day
before, but he was effectively trapped, unable to move. Reluctantly Jim
stuck out his tongue and started to lick the ass crack, slowly finding the
hole. Slowly he pushed, and Luke moaned in pleasure.

Paul approached and started to kiss Luke. The two embraced as Jim continued
to rim Luke. To do so, Paul had to straddle Jim's body, sitting on his
stomach. But it didn't take long for Luke to cum. The two masters then
stood up. They looked down at the lying boy, whose cock was obviously
throbbing. Paul told the boy he had permission to cum if he wanted to.

Jim reached down and dreamily started to stroke his cock. It didn't take
long before the boy erupted in an orgasm even more intense than the one he
had downstairs the previous day, squirting long and powerful streams of
semen over his chest, mixing with Luke's cum. Paul reached down and scooped
some of the cum on his fingers, and told the boy to lick his hand
clean. Once that was done, Paul removed Jim's blindfold, and kissed him
once again.

"Thank you, sirs." was all Jim said, as he kissed back. Paul placed Jim
back into the cage, locking it. Paul and Luke put on their clothes and went
back downstairs. There, the two of them talked about slave-training. Luke
had his own assignment at the moment, but expressed to Paul his concern
that the boy he was training now was diseased and thus not suitable. Paul
understood Luke's concern, and warned him that their boss will not wait
forever. If Luke's trainee is unsuitable, he better get rid of him fast and
find a new one.

"I may have to do just that," Luke confided. Then the talk turned to the
boy in the dungeon upstairs. "I have to ask you, Paul. Don't you think you
were too lenient on the boy? After all, stealing food is a major
offense. And all you gave him was some discomfort and a light whipping."

"And don't forget the spanking. I know...it was a judgment call. Remember,
he has only been here a couple of days. He is still confused and scared."

"C'mon, Paul. I know you. You would never have been that light-handed on
boys before, not even a new boy. But it seemed to me you were going out of
your way to be gentle with this one. I hope you aren't making the mistake
of beginning to care for him."

"Don't be silly, Luke," Paul was quick to answer. But in the back of his
mind, Paul pondered Luke's criticism. Was he going soft on the boy? That
would never do, he realized.

The two sat down on the couch to watch Judge Judy on TV. But it wasn't long
before they were kissing each other again. Soon, Paul placed his hands
under Luke's shirt to play with his big nipples. Eventually, they both
decided to simply turn off the TV and they headed for the
bedroom. Sometimes it was nice to just have sex without worrying about
training boys.  To be continued.


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.