Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2009 08:01:48 -0500 From: James True <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: The Merchandise Part 9 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 9 Alone and locked up in his cage, Jim gave thought to today's events. Once again, he had the most intense orgasm of his life, surpassing the other intense orgasms of the past few days. He didn't know if it was just being with Paul, or the humiliations Paul put him through, but he did know he enjoyed it and wanted more. He decided that all things considered, being Paul's slave wasn't so bad; at the least, he wasn't living on the streets hustling as he thought he would be doing. And he never knew he could enjoy sex with a man. But Paul had a way about him, and Jim found he wanted to do nothing more than please his master however he could so he could have more orgasms. Just thinking about it was making him hard once again, but this time, he was determined he would not touch his own cock. He didn't want to be punished, but more, he wanted to show his master he had the self-control not to pleasure himself without permission, knowing that would please him, and that pleasing his master, Jim realized, was what he wanted to do most. Could this be love, he wondered? Alone with his thoughts, lying naked on the bare floor of his cell, with his legs sticking out between the bars because the cell was so small, and with no covers and only his arm for a pillow, Jim fell asleep once again. Once again, Jim had a few homoerotic dreams during the night, each involving servitude to others. When he woke in the morning, he was glad to notice he did not have a nocturnal ejaculation. Despite his state of arousal, he was so far able to postpone his gratification until he had Paul's permission. Jim stood up and stretched. Once again, he would have to wait until Paul released him from the cell before he could relieve himself. How long he had to wait, he didn't know. As usual, when Paul did come up the stairs, he was carrying the usual bowl of dry cereal. Placing it on the floor, he then peed into it, and then pushed it through the slot in the cell door. As usual, Jim got down on all fours and ate the piss-soaked cereal. Paul then let Jim out so he could wash up, and then led him downstairs so Jim could prepare breakfast for him. This time, breakfast preparation went without incident. Jim did not attempt to eat any of the food during preparation. When it was ready, he served the food and obediently sat down on the floor next to his master. Paul ate in silence, occasionally feeding some scraps to Jim. When Paul was done, he placed the plate with the remaining scraps on the floor, and Jim cleaned the plate with his tongue while on all fours. Jim then went to the sink to wash all the dishes. When done, he entered the living room and went to sit at Paul's feet by the couch. "You are doing very well in your training, boy. I have to go out this morning, and while I'm gone, I expect you to clean the house, dusting and vacuuming all the rooms. Also, you are to do the laundry. My dirty clothes are in the hamper in my closet, and the washer and dryer are here." Paul showed Jim the utility room. "Do you think you can do all that boy?" "Yes, sir. When my mother was sick, I had to learn to do all sorts of cleaning chores, sir." "Very good. Now, you understand the rules of a slave, boy? No sitting on furniture, no gratifying yourself in any way. You know I have nanny-cams around, so I will know if you do." "Yes, sir." "Good. Now if I'm pleased with your work when I get back, you might be rewarded. If I'm not, you WILL be punished. Now, get to work, boy." And with that, Paul got up, went to the door. "Oh, and one last thing, boy. Under no circumstances are you to leave the house. You may think to use my absence as an opportunity to escape. But you should know that all the doors and windows are alarmed, and I will know instantly if you open them." Paul then went to Jim and locked a collar around his neck. "Plus, this collar contains a device that will give you an electric shock if you try to go downstairs to the door. Here, let me demonstrate." Paul took Jim's hand and started to lead him down the stairs. At the second step down, Jim felt a slight tingling in his neck. The next step, the tingling was more pronounced. "Each step down will increase the voltage. Trust me, the pain will be unbearable if you should get to the bottom step." Paul led Jim back upstairs. "Now, get to work, boy." And with that, Paul left. Jim was a little disappointed that Paul did not trust him. He hadn't really planned on leaving, but now that he found Paul did not trust him, he thought he should at least try. He pulled at the collar, but found no way to take it off or to deactivate the electric charger. Paul had only taken him down four steps. Maybe the charge would not get as bad as Paul implied. He slowly decided to test the stairs. Sure enough, at each step, the charge got stronger. By the sixth step, tingling started to get painful, and he still had at least 12 steps to go. By the eighth step, he decided he had to turn back. Paul was right, there was no way out of the building. Jim decided he should get to work. He looked around and found the necessary cleaning products. He also marveled at how natural it now felt to be without clothing. In fact, he thought it might feel peculiar to wear clothing. Being nude gave him a feeling of freedom, even though he was apparently a real slave in every sense of the word. Jim worked hard, working up a sweat as he cleaned the house. First he took the dirty clothes hamper to the laundry room. While separating the clothes, he felt a thrill as he handled Paul's underwear. He brought some up to his nose, and smelled his master's scent. Once again, he started to get an erection. So he tried to get his mind off it, and continued to separate the clothes into two piles. Then he placed the whites into the washer. While they were in the wash cycle, Jim started to do the dusting, trying his best to be thorough. Then back to the laundry, to put the whites into the dryer, and then wash the colors. Then it was time to do the vacuuming. And the day progressed. Finally, when everything was done, and everything back in its place, Jim looked around, pleased with the job he did. Paul wasn't back yet, so Jim just went to a corner and sat on the floor to wait, hoping for praise from Paul. After about a half-hour, he heard Paul at the front door and stood up, hands behind his back. Paul entered and looked around. He checked the furniture for dust, and he went to the bedroom to verify his clothes were placed back into the drawers and closet. Satisfied, he went to Jim and said, "You appear to have done a good job," and gave his nipples a pinch and twist with his hands. Of course, his cock responded with a small leap. "Thank you sir." "Now, boy, I'm going to have a guest for dinner tonight. No, not Luke, but someone else. He is my boss, and I expect you to prepare a nice meal for us, and you will wait on us at the table. And, of course, when you are not waiting on us, you will sit on the floor by my side. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir," Jim responded. He felt a little disappointment that there would be someone else in the apartment again. There was also a sense of jealousy, because if Paul was having dinner with someone else, he won't be placing all his attention on him. But then he realized that of course Paul would have other friends, but he was his slave, a special relationship, and a special honor, as far as he was concerned. "And my guest may also give you commands. You will obey my guest as quickly and as well as you obey me. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." Jim wondered about this boss. He realized he didn't know what kind of job Paul had. And what about this boss? Obviously, he was aware that Paul had a slave. "Good. Now, it is a few hours before you need to start cooking. I suggest you go upstairs and get some exercise in on the machines. I'll call you when it is time to come down to cook dinner." Jim headed upstairs, suddenly feeling sad and lonely at the thought that Paul was not coming up with him. Jim was getting to hate his time away from his master. Obediently, he made use of both the treadmill and the bowflex. Then he washed up and rested. Paul stayed downstairs, also worried about his boss' visit. He knew he was coming to inspect the boy, and evaluate how well he was training him. Was Luke right? Was he beginning to care for the boy? And if so, would his boss notice it? He knew it was wrong to form any kind of attachment towards the boys he trains. He decided that he would have to make sure the boy would be in a constant state of discomfort while his boss was here, figuring that would demonstrate he was not going easy on the boy's training. Paul got things ready downstairs, then went upstairs to fetch Jim.The two of them went downstairs to the kitchen, where Paul put down on the floor a plate of cold meat and raw vegetables. "This will be your dinner. Eat up. Then start cooking dinner. I have left the menu on the counter." Jim obediently went down on all fours to eat his dinner. Then, placing the plate in the sink, he started to prepare dinner for his master and his boss, and set the table for them. After Jim got dinner cooking, there was nothing for him to do, so he went into the living room and just stood in a corner. Paul was dressed in leather pants and boots, and a leather harness, with leather armbands on his bare biceps. "Come here, boy," he commanded. Jim walked to the couch where Paul was seated and sat on the floor by his feet. Paul reached and stroked his hair, and tweaked his nipples, which Jim liked. "You did a very good job with the cleaning today, boy. I'm proud of you. You will be rewarded tonight. Meanwhile, when my guest arrives, you will go to the door and let him in. You are not to speak to him or acknowledge his presence unless he speaks to you first. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. But I am still wearing this collar. I can't go to the door." "Don't worry. I've turned off the electric current, and you will be able to get to the door.. But do not try to escape. You will not get far, trust me on that. Now, when my boss speaks to you, you are only to answer 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir.' If he tells you to do something, you are to do it, and do it quickly, no questions asked. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Do you have any questions for me, or any concerns, boy?" "I am concerned that I will not be able to do all to make you proud, master. I am concerned because I don't know what to expect from your guest, but I do hope to be able to satisfy his commands, sir." "Do not be concerned, boy. My boss knows you are a new slave, and he will probably be testing your limits. But I know what you are capable of, and I am confident you will not let me down. There will be a punishment for failure, the severity of the punishment will depend on the degree of the failure, of course. But I am confident you will make me proud." "Thank you, sir." "One more thing. While you are serving dinner, you will be wearing these." Paul brought out a pair of tit clamps, attached together with a chain. He placed them onto Jim's nipples, and Jim sucked in air as he got used to the pressure. While the tit clamps would probably be sufficiently uncomfortable for the boy, Paul wanted to really push him with more. Paul brought out a parachute ball stretcher and attached it around Jim's ball sac. Then he attached a light weight to it. Jim gave out a little yell as he felt the weight pulling down on his balls. "You will also wear this as you wait on table. I know you don't like it, but it is something you have to get used to. Your nipples and your cock and balls will be tested and tortured many times throughout your future life as a slave, so you have to get used to it." "Yes, sir." Paul's talk of "future life as a slave" made Jim truly realize for the first time that this IS his future life. "Now, bend over." Jim was a little puzzled, but obeyed. He felt Paul place something up his asshole. "This is a butt plug. It will remain inside you while you serve dinner." "Yes, sir." Paul stood up and gave Jim a kiss on the mouth. "You look very hot, boy. I think my boss will approve." Then the doorbell rang. "Answer the door, boy. Remember what I told you." Jim went to the door. He was naked except for the collar, and was still smarting from the tit-clamps attached to his nipples, and the weight hanging from his ballsac, and a butt plug up his asshole. And he was about to open the door to a complete stranger while in this humiliating state. And, of course, his cock was semi-erect as a result. A man of Chinese descent stood at the door, about 50 years old, but still quite fit and muscular, wearing leather pants, boots, and a T-shirt. His arms were also covered with many tattoos. Jim stood aside to allow the man to enter the house. As the man did so, he looked Jim up and down, and give Jim's cock a little pull with his hand. Jim, following Paul's instructions, did not say a word. The man went up the stairs, and Jim started to wonder if Paul really could catch him if he decided to just run out the door. He then noticed people walking on the sidewalk past the house, and realizing his naked state, decided not to try. Instead, he just followed Paul's boss up the stairs. When they entered the living room, the man greeted Paul with a hug. The two started talking, but they talked in Chinese, so Jim had no idea what they were saying. He was very surprised to discover Paul spoke apparently fluent Chinese. He wondered if it was Mandarin or Cantonese. Jim did notice that both Paul and his boss looked over at Jim on occasion, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. Jim went into the kitchen to serve the meal. It was uncomfortable moving with a weight swinging between his legs pulling on his balls. Jim suddenly realized he had no way of announcing dinner was served, as he was forbidden to speak unless spoken to. Jim went back into the living room and just stood there. Fortunately, Paul noticed him and asked, "Is dinner ready, boy?" This allowed Jim to respond "Yes, sir." Paul and his boss walked to the table, and Jim followed. Thinking quickly, Jim went to the chair the boss was about to sit in, and held it for him. He then unfolded the boss's napkin and placed it on his lap. Paul gave a very approving look as Jim then went to unfold his napkin and place it on his master's lap. The boss said something in Chinese, and Paul spoke to Jim, "My boss complements you on your attention and service, boy." "Thank you, Sirs," Jim replied to both Paul and the boss. The food served, Jim went and sat on the floor next to Paul. The act of sitting relieved the pressure on his balls, as the weight now rested on the floor and not pulling on his sac. However, he could still feel the pressure of the tit-clamps. He desperately wanted them removed, but he dared not remove them himself. He knew Paul was be angry if he even tried. But it took a great deal of effort and will power not to simply reach up and take them off. He found that as long as he did not move, the pressure was at least bearable. The butt-plug also gave some discomfort, but that was bearable. The meal progressed, with Jim carefully watching his master and his boss, and trying to anticipate their needs so he could get up and satisfy them before being asked, believing that is what a good slave would do. Thus, when the boss's wine glass was approaching empty, he got up to offer him more. His actions received approval from both Paul and the guest. But the pull on his balls as the weight started to swing freely again gave him great discomfort; it was an effort not to whimper or moan. And, of course, it had the effect of stiffening his cock. At one point, the boss said something to Paul, and Paul told Jim, "Mr. Lee wants you to sit by him. Do so." "Yes, Master," Jim replied, as he stood up and went to the other side of the table, and he sat down next to his master's boss, who now had a name. Mr. Lee reached down and stroked Jim's hair and rubbed his shoulder. Thinking what would be a good response, Jim kissed the man's hand. Mr. Lee then reached down and gave a little tug on the chain attached to Jim's nipples. Jim inhaled sharply at the unexpected pressure. Tears started to form in his eyes. Then, he realized that his erection was now quite full. Dinner continued, with Jim occasionally getting up to refill glasses or remove plates. Paul and Mr. Lee continued to speak in Chinese, and Mr. Lee would on occasion reach down to pat Jim, or rub his hands along Jim's back. Finally, when dinner was done, Paul and Mr. Lee stood up and went into the living room. Jim cleared the table and started to wash the dishes. It was difficult as the pressure on his balls and nipples occupied much of his thoughts. He was silently crying. He didn't know how much longer he could stand the torture. To be continued. In the next chapter, Mr. Lee puts Jim to the test. 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.