I stopped by Marcus's place to discuss product acquisition and touch base, I frequently visited to check in how things were going and see what my priorities should be. When I arrived his staff directed me to the basement showroom where he was cataloguing recent acquisitions, the products was all shackled to the wall in the processing area and ball gagged. He had clearly drugged them, because each man and boy was fully erect, he had a tape measure from the base of one Asian man's cock to the swollen head. "Fuck stereotypes, nice. You'll sell well." He saw me and dropped his tape, leaving the man's member bouncing in the air as he came over to greet me. "How's my favorite partner!" He slapped me on the back and gave me his warm smile, like he wasn't just examining kidnapped men stripped of clothes and dignity. He was the best.
"I'm doing great, just wanted to see how things are going here." The showroom had expanded, the underground area was much larger, a wall for examinations, and a row of exam tables was in a side section where he was now, behind which were the kennels and his personal stock and some cells. It was separated by a half wall and glass, so people in the main showroom could see in and decide if they were interested in stock being processed. We would also shackle a straight guy up there to do any modifications, shaving, piercing, caging etc that a client might want before they took their livestock home. A couple muscular white boys were hanging more docile than the others, their cocks locked in cages. I wondered if it was for a client or Marcus himself, he enjoyed locking a white straight jock. Usually they would end up being pupped.
Marcus flashed his white smile and shrugged his shoulders, defined and muscular under his expensive tailored suit. "You tell me, when you came her before it was a smaller operation, now look." He gestured at the showroom where there were three men walking around the displays of men on fuck benches, stocks, and x frames. One of them had moved closer and was peering at the still twitching erections on the processed men. Marcus's staff attended to each and were pairing them with choices. He had security staff before, muscle, but we had also expanded personel. Now we had not just goons, but admin and sales staff for Marcus, and a larger snatch team for me for when things required more hands.
I went into Marcus's office, and sat down. It was a sleek modern office, all chrome and leather. He had a white pup slave on all fours, cock locked, in the corner. I recognized it as the boy I first brought him, his neck was collared and chained to the wall, but it was a long chain and he was otherwise unrestrained, I'm sure Marcus had worked with him quite a bit. The boy hung his pink tongue out, he knew Marcus preferred that humiliating look for guests. He was still buff, kept up by regular forced exercise, but he had been shaved except his curls. His bare crotch held a tightly locked metal cage hanging between his juicy thighs. Under it was a small shock device held against the boys balls. Marcus reached under and grabbed his junk giving it a gentle tug, the boy winced but kept his tongue out and panted looking desperately unhappy. "I'm slowly getting smaller cages every week or so, I wanna shrink his down and see how far it can go. Best gift ever, I call him Fido." I saw the collar was a shock collar and had a "Fido" bone shaped tag on it. Nice touch.
He sat, looked at his boy and rubbed himself suggestively as if to tell the boy what would come when I left, and got back to me. "You really hit it off with Mr. Galanis, not everyone likes his severe and sadistic style, but you guys were very sympatico. The day after that party he bought four men and some gear from one of our sex shops, that nephew of his is in for it." I nodded, "I liked him too, a lot, he's a charmer. He said he wanted to open me to possibilities, I thought I already knew most of them by now." Marcus pursed his lips, "Oh Leon has few limits and connections with every corner of our dark little perverted network. Add to that all that money, and he has some different abilities than just your average fuck, bull, or pup slave. You should definitely chat with him again soon. Did he give you his contact info?"
I smiled, "Actually he did. He sent a polaroid of his nephew panel gagged with the phone number written across the gag." Marcus sat up, "Oh wow, that's amazing. When we met he just gave me a card." He paused. "What is it?" Marcus leaned in, "He might want to take you on." "What does that mean?" Marcus leaned back and looked down, "He's been looking for a protege, he wants to pass on what he does. Not the business, that's his, but he truly has a passion for dominating, humiliating, and torturing these straight guys. The man is a sadist sex artist. You saw what he did with his nephew, he wants someone else to vicariously rediscover his 'art' through. You might be a contender. We just snatch and use them, but he full on plays...and he's got the resources to do it in so many ways."
I was floored, I didn't expect that, but there was a kind of bond I felt with Galanis, maybe that was it. "But I work here, partner with you." He shrugged, "We've expanded a lot, if it goes that way Galanis will make sure my livestock trade stays extremely lucrative and I may make a lot more, but I would lose you as a partner, I'm not excited about that. He might not though, don't get your hopes up yet, just reach out. If he ever visits you have your property displayed and used well, maybe it will progress from there." I had a lot to think about it, I hadn't expected this, but now I wanted it.
We talked a little more and I was about to leave when Marcus asked if I wanted to watch some of Fido's training. The poor bitch still had his tongue out and paused, looking desperately at me as if asking me to say no. I said yes. Marcus got up and undid the chain anchoring the pup to the wall and tugged him over, the boy reluctantly moved on his hands and knees as Marcus tugged him in front of me. As he moved from the wall I saw a black tail plug bounce between his juicy cheeks. Marcus grabbed a remote and said, "Beg."
"Oh come on man-" he let out a yelp as Marcus pressed a button activating his ball shock. The poor stud reached down and Marcus pressed again and again, then sternly repeated, "Beg. Now." The pup slave pathetically got in his knees and held up his hands limply, and panted tongue out. His young beefy pecs went up and down as he panted, pink velvet nips on full display. "Good bitch."
I sat legs spread watching the humiliated young man reduced to a plaything. "Now get his cock out. Be gentle." The boy lowered his hands and undid my pants and reached for the zipper and yelped as Marcus hit the button again. "Not the paws pup, get in there like we went over." The boy lowered his blonde curls and delicately took my zipper in his teeth, zipping me down. Once my fly was open Marcus grabbed the boy's curls and pushed him in, "Sniff it." He dragged the boy over my stiffening cock, sniffing loudly and performatively to avoid another zap. "Get it out, no paws." The head was released and he took my underwear strap in his teeth and pulled them down over my balls and my cock swung free. "Lick it."
The boy hung his head down and hesitated. Shocked. He yelped and got down fast, running a pink tongue up my shaft to the head. He looked up, green eyes wet with tears looking up at me through light fluttering lashes. He licked and then sucked, working me. I remembered when we fucked him when I first brought him to Marcus and started out partnership. His mouth had been great then, but completely untrained and forced open. Now it was working for us. "Suck." This time he just moved his pink lips up over the head and did as he was told. "Fido" bobbed over my cock, lips tracing the shaft as he sucked in my now throbbing erection. His smooth tan shoulders still as his head bobbed over me. I gyrated my hips and bit and he coughed and stopped sucking. Wrong move. Shocked, a yelp escaped, and he got down quickly, my head touching the back of his throat. He coughed and kept going as I felt his warm wet mouth work. I was close and moaned. Marcus rubbed his crotch.
"Get in there bitch, suck hard, work that cock." I threw my head back, the boy gagged and sucked and those blonde curls moved with the motion. I thought of him as a straight jock, proud and athletic, walking campus a few months ago. Now he was reduced to a pup slave doing what Marcus told him or facing punishment. Poor little straight bitch, slutted out to whoever Marcus wanted. I shuddered and came, cum squirting down the throat. He gagged and moved away coughing, come cum on his pink lips.
"Clean it now boy." He licked up the cum running down me. I watched in satisfaction, pink tongue lapping up the pearly sperm from my shaft and sucking it from my pubes. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks as he finished. He got back on all fours and hung his head low. "Good bitch." Marcus patted his head and slapped his juicy ass with a slap.
"Now I think you can go, I'm gonna take out some stress before I go back on the sales floor." Marcus looked at his debased jock pup with hungry eyes. I got myself back together, thanked him, and left as he bent the boy over the desk and unzipped. The boy began grunting as I got a last glimpse of Marcus's firm black as moving in while the pup pitch forward and back, tail plug wet on the floor.
It had been a nice visit. I had to go home and consider expanding my collection for Leon Galanis. Hopefully we could get together soon and I could learn more about what he wanted. First I wanted some projects to show off. Time to get to work.
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