Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2004 19:45:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: "( )" <siktici@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Bath, Bed, and Beyond Beyond Part II: The Birth of a Slave

Bath, Bed, and Beyond (No Relation to the Famous Chain of Stores) --
Beyond Part II:  The Birth of a Slave

Siktici Copyright 2004

I know what to do now," Gary finally said.  "I know what I must learn
as your...as your slave.  I must trust that you will not let any harm come
to me, and that you will discipline me when I violate The Perfect
Knowledge of The Singularity."

Regal in speech, crisp in concision, Gary spoke the words in truth and
understanding, an understanding that Marty knew could only come from a
journey to The Singularity.  "Keep in your minds eye what resides in The
Singularity.  For all who glimpse The Singularity are changed forever,"
Gary remembered.  He began making unconscious changes over the coming
weeks.  When Marty asked why he had done a thing, Gary replied, "It
seemed the natural thing to do."

Indeed, such a natural thing:  service.  Giving freely one's mind and
body for the use of another, yet Gary learned more than that before Marty
died.  He learned that The Perfect Knowledge existed in all things and
all people, however, not all people could manage its intensity.

He had found such a man who could, in a place designed for fleeting
moments and disappointments.  Gary would have never admitted finding in
the baths a Believer, but when he thought of his introduction to The
Perfect Knowledge, The Singularity, he realized that how a Believer was
found didn't matter.  After all, his introduction had begun after a
failed robbery.  Now he faced the task of passing on The Perfect
Knowledge, and to do that, the boy would have to enter The Singularity.

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"The boy must submit to me without losing The Need", Gary thought.
"It is The Need that bonds man to man and bounds slave to master; it is
the hyphen that lies between S and M; and it is The Singularity that
holds the Perfect Knowledge to satisfy The Need."

Obedience, submission, obedience, submission traded spaces in the boy's
mind.  "The chanting of words makes them flesh," he once read.  The boy
didn't know what was coming, but he did want to show obedience and did
want to give submission.  His silent prayer, at the moment the words left
his lips, entered The Singularity.

The former slave was to be a slave owner:  "It is the way of The
Singularity," Gary thought.  His journey to The Singularity came with
Marty's fist, but the way differed for each man.  As he thought about
this boy's route, he again saw the boy looking at The Invader.  "Yes,
that must be the way," Gary thought.  "Find the Need, the thing most
wanted."

The machine had sat in the corner for a very long time.  Gary had ordered
it for his own use, but its novelty rapidly had worn off.  Besides, he
found getting fisted much more pleasurable.

Gary continued to rub the boy's smooth and taught body.  Sliding his
hands over the boy's oily flesh, he studied the boy's eyes.  The Need
certainly resided there.

"It's time, boy," Gary said.

"Permission to speak, Sir, " the boy said.

"Speak." Gary said, still in a commanding voice.

"Time for what, Sir?"  The boy asked.

"Time to realize your potential" Gary said, and walked from the circle
of light.

The boy wanted to shield his eyes from the staring eye of light, but the
restraints prevented it.  Slowly his attention turned to a low hum, so
thick with vibration that he felt as if a woofer.   The hum slowly
increased in volume and tone, splitting into two distinct sounds:  one
sound modulated in tenor while the other countered in base.  The sounds
seemed to cause complete relaxation, even drowsiness, in the boy.  He
searched their sources and realized the sounds were inside his head,
along with . . . he wasn't quite sure . . . a voice of instruction:
"Enter The Singularity and fulfill your destiny."

The voice grew in volume until it and the alternating hum filled his
mind, beat at his temple, and blinded his mind's eye.  Yet, another
sound scratched across the hypnotic trio of sound.  The scritch of wheel
to gritty surface, the strain of axle in wheel housing, and the sound of
movement caused the boy to look for its source.  From a dark corner, Gary
moved The Invader to the foot of the table where the boy lay.

"Don't look down here," Gary said.  The angry command brought the boy
out of his drowsy state and brought mild fear to his mind.  "I see I'm
going to have to do something about your curiosity."  From the rack,
Gary brought over a blindfold and a gag.  He held up the blindfold and
added, "This is non-negotiable."  But when he held up the gag, he
asked, "Will I have to use this?"

When Gary tied the blindfold over the boy's eyes, the low hum rose in
the boy's ears and split into the two tones he had heard earlier.
Again, the voice rose between the sounds and declared, "Enter The
Singularity and fulfill your destiny."  Words that took on color and
texture formed behind his lids; a certain melancholy gripped; him and a
mixture of sadness and serenity traveled the length of his body.  He swam
in the tranquility of the growing universe in his mind.

Yet the backdrop of this universe, void of light, pregnant with sound,
held the faint noise of function.  The whir of a motor, the syncopated
thump of engineering, and the slight tink of metal against metal formed
several images in the boy's mind:  assembly lines, steel arms moving
mixtures in large vats, the never ending cycles of pulley's and cogs in
a beast of machinery.

"Enter The Singularity and fulfill your destiny...Look into void to see
your ultimate potential."  The words blasted in his ear, one hand moved
along his right leg, another followed his left leg, warming the surface
of his skin as they traveled.  They traced his inner thigh, found his
cock, and massaged with feathery, yet tender strokes that sent him into
heated tingles.  His surface erupted in gooseflesh, smoothed, and erupted
again.  Each eruption traveling to the tip of his head where they
lingered into a sensation as if his head was expanding, blossoming
perhaps.

"All who enter The Singularity are changed forever," a voice said, but
this time the boy recognized it immediately as Gary's.  But what Gary
spoke immediately after seemed as contrived phrasing, as if speaking in
tongues.  The humming, which had been two distinct sounds, merged back to
a frequency so low that the boy felt its thud in his chest.  Still the
words, almost alien, continued to spill from Gary's lips.

Just when the boy thought the hum and the sensation of the massage to his
cock would never stop, they did.  Silence replaced the noise and the
sensation; only he wasn't quite sure.  But he was sure that lingering in
the absence of the sound would drive him mad.

Actually, outside of the boy's mind everything continued as before.
Gary continued to chant as he moved The Invader in position.  Huffing
between the boy's legs, the machine's long arm extended in a forward
thrust, The Invader actually was a sophisticatedly designed paint
mixer.  Its large wheel mimicked the thrust of a pelvis with a much
greater range of push-pull motion.  It had several speeds that ranged
from slow (Gary referred to this setting as Rock-a-bye Baby) to fast
(referred to as Ramming Speed).  Secured to the arm was a dildo the size
of a Billy club.  The dildo's generous covering of lubricant glistened
in the overhead light.

In his universe of silence and darkness, the boy strained for clues, and
as he resigned to float in nothingness, a familiar intruder pushed at his
breathing asshole, retreated, and started again.  With each advance his
hole widen and his mind flourished in color. Waves of red and black moved
across his mind as smaller points of light spiraled from a distant
source.

Gary inched the arm of The Invader forward, and the slow speed of its
advance and retreat began to tease the boy's asshole into acceptance.
Seeing the process of acceptance, even though he fully understood it,
held fascination and lust.  The visual of a man's ass opening to
invasion was more than erotic to Gary; it was almost a spiritual
experience:  the flowering of the sphincter, the unfolding of pink flesh
that grows darker in shade as asslips spread away from the
entrance--culminated into an ethereal event.  Hearing the murmurs from
the willing receiver, and the reaction to the arrival of The Singularity,
were all visuals that he never tired of experiencing.  Yet, he had to
keep a close watch, because he had made a mistake in choosing men who he
thought could handle a trip.

In the boy's mind the spiral in the distance began to move forward as
the intensity of the dildo's advance seared at the initial breach of his
entrance.  He twisted this way and that, tense his body, and forced
himself to take deep breaths as he slowly relaxed into The Invader's
rhythm.  And finally the searing stopped, his body went limp, and the
spiral advanced.  The sensation moved through him like warm fingers, as
the dildo passed from his rectum to the next entrance.  Slowly it
advanced then retreated, advanced and retreated, all the while
encouraging the spiral to move closer and closer.

Then he heard the sweet melody inside his head.  It came first as a far
off song, as if a melancholy bird perched nearby and sang its sorrow at
being caged. Suddenly, he knew why the caged bird sang; and the thought,
as foreign as it seemed, made him smile.  Along with this, he noticed
that the pain subsided, and in his mind's eye, he saw it lift like a
cloud and travel away into the dark void behind the spiral.

As the first arm of the spiral approached, he heard the buzz of what
sounded like a million bees and saw on the spiral's arm a million points
of lights, but he couldn't fully discern the lights as they stretched.
The spiral turned on itself as the dildo entered another chamber.  A
gathered wave of sensation caused him to piss a geyser that arced to the
right and spilled to the floor.  Another wave followed, and still
another, until he again slumped to the table.  He began to shake, quiver,
and tingling in excitation never experienced.

Then another arm of the spiral approached, but slower than the first, and
this time he could see the source of the buzz.  This buzz didn't come
from a million bees; these sources were figures, dressed in robes with
red belts tied about their tunics.  But from the belts he noticed the
tunics were parted to reveal enormous horns that were their meaty cocks.
Each cock had an enormous ring, whose chrome surface sparked small glints
of light.  Each figure had his head lifted and his mouth moving in song.
As the spiral approached, he heard the same sweet melody from each man's
lips that he had heard from Gary.

Near his ear, he heard Gary's declaration: "All who glimpse The
Singularity are changed forever.  Look, boy, and see what waits for you
at its center.  Remember what you see, boy, and know that it is your
destiny."

And rather than speak the words, Gary sang them in the same sweet melody
as the figures riding the spiral, which now rotated very slowly in front
of the boy.  When the light of the spiral decreased, its center expanded,
and at its core stood another figure dressed as those riding the
spiral's arms.  The boy recognized the figure as himself, singing the
same sweet melody.  Then all song died except that of the central figure.

"I am the holder of your purpose," the figure said.  "Look and
understand your destiny."  And the boy slowly nodded; it seemed the
natural thing to do.  The figure smiled and nodded, too.  And after
understanding passed between them, the spiral rioted in illumination and
sped back into the darkness of the boy's mind.

A punch of excitation pounded above the boy's cock, causing him to V his
body against his bondage.  At another punch, he shook violently, squeezed
his eyes tighter, and caused his cock to spew what he thought was more
piss.  Actually, splashes of come covered him in a sticky mess as more
volleys left his cock and landed on the table and floor.

Gary, varying the speed of The Invader, watched the boy achieved a
spectacular orgasm, and in his own mind he had witnessed the arrival of
The Singularity and the exchange of understanding.  Gary sang his chant
of thanks, slowed The Invader, and waited for the boy to return to
mortality.

"All who glimpse The Singularity are changed forever," Gary sang, and
eased the dildo out of the boy's still gaping asshole.  Gary had
witnessed the passing of Perfect Knowledge and had witnessed the birth of
a slave.