Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 07:55:11 -0500
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 8

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 8


Jim spent most of the rest of the day locked in his cell, according to Paul
so that he can contemplate his lesson and what it means to be a slave. Jim
took the opportunity to try to understand his feelings. In just a few days,
a lifetime passed. He knew he should try to escape, but where would he go?
Servitude has started to feel so natural to him. He wanted to please Paul,
and was actually looking forward to Paul's return up the stairs. The two
times Paul allowed him to cum were the most intense orgasms he had ever
experienced. He wanted more. Being naked in front of another man,
especially Paul, no longer seemed to be an humiliation, but an honor. Paul
brought up lunch, which Jim dutifully ate from the floor while on all
fours, and he thought it natural. He was genuinely glad he was found by
Paul at the bus station, and now wanted to please his master.

So when Paul did come back upstairs, Jim stood up, and instinctively placed
his hands behind his back so as to display himself, not in front as he once
did to hide himself. Paul let him out of his cage and told him he was going
to let him try cooking his dinner, to see just how good a cook he really
was.

Being nude in the main living quarters, still seemed a little strange. His
element was in the attic, in his cage. This was foreign territory to
him. But he went into the kitchen to see what was available for fixing a
dinner for Paul. This would be his first non-breakfast meal he would
prepare for Paul, and he wanted it to be special. He found the ingredients
for a nice salad, and was surprised to find a fresh salmon steak in the
fridge. He searched and found the ingredients needed to make a nice sauce
for the steak, but for vegetables, he had to settle for some frozen mixed
vegetables. Working totally in the nude, he made a dinner he felt would be
suitable.

When Paul came in to eat, Jim dutifully sat on the floor next to him. Paul
fed him a few scraps, but was obviously enjoying the meal. "You told me the
truth. You CAN cook. I'm very pleased, boy." He didn't tell Jim that his
ability to cook might increase his price on the market. It never did to
tell the slaves he trained that they would be sold after their training.

When Paul finished eating, he placed the plate on the floor so Jim could
finish the meal, which Jim once again did while on all fours, not using his
hands to eat. Paul gave Jim's upraised ass a few strokes, then went into
the living room while Jim then washed the dishes.

After finishing, Jim entered the living room and waited by the door. Paul
was sitting on the couch and asked him if he had enough to eat, and Jim
told him he had. Paul told him to come over, and pointed to the floor
before him. Jim sat down on the floor between Paul's legs, and Paul gently
stroked Jim's hair.

"I know I've been harsh on you today, but you were bad. Stealing from your
master is simply not allowed. If you are not getting enough to eat, you
must inform your master, so he can adjust your rations. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Your training is going remarkably well, despite the occasional
setbacks, boy. I do appreciate your efforts to be a good slave."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"And I think you like your life as a slave. You are really being honored,
you know."

"Yes, sir," Jim replied. Jim was trying to figure out his feelings. He had
to admit his orgasms at the hands of Paul were the most fantastic things he
had ever felt, and he wanted more. He knew being subservient to Paul was
the key, and so he liked serving Paul. Sitting here, on the floor at Paul's
feet gave him a good feeling he couldn't explain.

"Take off my boots, boy," Paul commanded. Jim slowly unlaced Paul's boots
and gently pulled them off. "Now massage my feet, boy."

Paul had been wearing his boots all day, and when Jim reached to massage
his feet, he could feel the sweat still in the socks. He unconsciously
brought the feet close to his face as he massaged them, and found he liked
the odor. Paul leaned back, enjoying the treatment, and reached down to
stroke Jim's hair. He gave out a satisfied sigh. "Lick my feet clean, boy."

Jim removed Paul's socks, sniffing each before putting it down, and then
started to lick his feet, savoring the odor and the flavor of Paul's
sweat. Before he met Paul, he never thought he would do something he once
thought was so disgusting as licking another man's feet, but he found he
was enjoying it, along the the attention. He felt his cock getting hard
once again. He took a moment to glance up at Paul, and thought he could see
a bulge growing in the crotch of his pants. Seeing the effect his licking
had on Paul only made his own cock grow harder. Jim took care to lick every
inch of Paul's feet, the top and the bottom, and between the toes. He even
took the toes into his mouth and sucked on them.

Paul reached down further to rub Jim's shoulders and back. Paul enjoyed the
feel of Jim's smooth skin. "Come up and remove my shirt and jeans." Paul
commanded.

Jim got up on his knees to reach up, and started to unbutton Jim's
shirt. Instinctively, he reached in and stroked Paul's chest. There was a
small amount of hair on the chest, and it felt soft and silky. In the
process, he rubbed one of Paul's nipples, and Paul gave out a sigh at the
touch. Paul reached down and gave both of Jim's nipples a little squeeze,
and Jim gave a little shudder.

With Paul's shirt off, Jim felt a desire to lick Paul's nipples, but
decided he shouldn't do it without Paul telling him he could. So Jim
reached down and unbuttoned Paul's jeans. Paul's cock popped out,
semi-hard. Jim had to fight the urge to place it in his mouth. Instead,
after removing Paul's jeans, he bent back down to resume licking his feet,
but slowly moved up to his ankles and lower legs.

Paul reached into the folds of the couch, and brought out a pair of
handcuffs. Gently, he reached down and had Jim stand up, turning him around
so his back was to him. While Paul gently brought Jim's hands behind his
back and cuffed them, he took the time to admire his boy's round asscheeks.

He gave them each a quick massage, then turned Jim around to face him. He
next pulled out a pair of tit-clamps, connected with a small chain. "This
may hurt at first," he informed Jim as he attached them first to the left
nipple, then to the right. Jim gave a little yelp when the first clip was
attached, but was more controlled with the second, merely giving out a loud
moan. Paul noticed that Jim's cock was now standing straight up. "Good
boy," he said.

Paul then took up one of his sweaty socks from the floor and rolled it up,
stuffing it into Jim's mouth. He used the other sock to tie it in
place. Jim could still smell the manly sweat odor emanating from them.

"You are very beautiful, boy. Follow me upstairs," Paul commanded as he
took the chain holding the nipple clamps and used it to lead Jim to the
door. The pull on his nipples was painful, and tears started to roll down
Jim's cheeks, and he gave out a soft moan, but with the gag could not
protest. Instead, he did his best to keep up with Paul as he led him first
to the door then up the stairs. Jim only stumbled twice, but each time, the
pressure on his nipples was worse as Paul kept his grip on the chain. The
second time he stumbled, Jim felt his nipples would be torn right from his
body.

Once upstairs, Paul led Jim to the mat on the floor and pushed him down
onto it. "Tell me, boy, have you ever been fucked?" Paul asked. Jim shook
his head no, suddenly realizing what is to come next, and wondering if he
could take it or if he really wanted it, and realizing that he had no
choice. "Don't worry, boy. I'll be gentle this time. Now, first I'm going
to remove these clips. It may hurt for a minute, so be aware." With that,
Paul quickly took off the tit clamps, causing Jim to shiver a second. Then,
Paul turned Jim over so he lied on his stomach. Paul went to the cabinet
and got out some lube, and returned to Jim. Paul generously lubed up Jim's
crack and hole, sticking one finger into the hole. Jim, still gagged and
handcuffed, gave out a slight moan as his hole tightened up on the finger.

Paul bent down and kissed Jim's asscheeks. Then he spread himself out until
he was lying right on top of Jim. He positioned himself so that his cock
came into contact with Jim's handcuffed hands, and Jim wrapped the fingers
of one hand around it. Paul started to thrust his hips, moving his cock up
and down in Jim's grasp. Paul's cock grew some more. Finally, when he was
hard enough, he moved himself down and moved his cock up and down Jim's
crack, finally moving down so that his cockhead was against Jim's hole. Jim
gave a shudder and prepared himself for what he knew would be next.

He felt Paul's cock slowly enter his hole, and instinctively clamped
down. "Relax, boy," Paul quietly said. "Relax your body and let yourself
enjoy this."

Slowly, the cock went deeper into the hole. Paul moved his hips, slowly
pushing in further as Jim gave out a small gasp through the gag. Paul
started pumping gently in and out. Jim's mind drifted off into a dream like
state, his own cock growing under him.

"Remember, you are not to cum until and unless I tell you you can, boy,"
Paul reminded him.

Paul kept up a steady rhythm, pushing in and out. He held onto the chain of
the handcuffs to steady himself. Not wishing to cum too soon, Paul then
pulled out of Jim's hole. He removed his handcuffs so he could turn him
over onto his back. He then lifted up Jim's legs to give him a new approach
to Jim's hole, and slowly started fucking him again. This time, he played
with Jim's sore nipples as he did so, and this caused Jim to get even
harder. Jim wanted to stroke his own cock, but did not dare. Paul's pumping
became quicker and quicker. Finally, Paul arched his back, lifting Jim even
higher, as he shot his load into Jim's bowels. Slowly, he put Jim back down
and pulled out.

Paul reached up and removed Jim's gag. "Now, boy, I want you to lick my
cock clean." Jim looked down as Paul moved up to straddle Jim's head. Jim
could see flecks of shit on Paul's cock. Jim did not want to lick it. "Lick
it boy, and maybe I will let you cum." Jim slowly and reluctantly stuck out
his tongue, and started to lick Paul's cock clean. As he was doing this,
Paul told him he could cum if he wanted. Jim reached down and started
stroking his enlarged cock while he continued to lick. Slowly, Jim could
feel his own orgasm beginning, and he stroked faster. Finally he came, once
again squirting his cum all over his chest and on Paul. Paul scooped up
some of Jim's cum with his fingers, and placed his fingers into Jim's
mouth, causing Jim to lick up and swallow his own cum.

"You did well, boy. You are learning how to be a good slave, and I am proud
of you. Now, go clean yourself up. I'll be back in a few minutes to lock
you into your cage for the night."

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

To be continued.  In the next chapter, we will finally meet Paul's boss,
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.