After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and
found James staring up at him. He smiled down at the boy lapping at his
ankle and James said, "Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your
pussyboy"
In the Organization's suite at the posh Los Angeles hotel, Roberto paced
back and forth while his charge, the Latino boy singer, knelt naked on the
floor, wondering why his master seemed so distraught.
Six hours later Scott's voice was little more than a breeze blowing through
a rusty screen door. He lay in a heap, opening and closing his mouth like a
fish out of water dying in the afternoon sun. His mind was hallucinating.
The Old Lieutenant stood before the two, cocks still standing up. "Ahhhh, look what I found" he said, as he walked forward to take out his sword. It was a gleaming silver, even in the dark light.
And the creeps continued to degrade him at every chance. They slapped his
face and punched his balls and tore at his nipples as they fucked his mouth
and ass.
Ben is shuffling through various government papers for some documents. "Ah!, there it is!" he said, as he walked towards the time machine. Ben was a chemist in the National Time Travel Corporation.
For his part Fat Sam blamed Scott for ruining his slave trading empire. He
swore that someday he would have his revenge. Fat Sam moved his business
interests into other areas of human depravity, and of course he made
millions.
As C walked toward the airport terminal James followed, half walking, half
skipping, two feet behind his left arm. The boy couldn't stop grinning.
The pilots and flight crew were twenty feet behind them, bringing up the
rear.
C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind. Once they got into James' room C turned the young man around.
A twist on the wife-sharing theme in that a gay guy fancies his straight mate and end up in a threesome with his girlfriend just to get his hands on him. Little does he know that the girlfriend has her own interests.
Scared shitless I had trouble sleeping. What was John going to go? What did he want? What had I done? I was a little pissed about it. I totally got into the sex, the show and even getting paid for it. But now this shit ruined it. I didn't dare go to Brenn.
I stand here staring into the mirror knowing that I should recognize the person looking back at me, but I keep drawing a blank. Who am I? How did I get here? Where did I come from? I only have bits and pieces. I should say that I'm only allowed bits and pieces. My name is Toy or Pussy or Cuntboy or Pussyface or cumdump, whatever I am told for the time, for the day. I am at the mercy of my handler
My master opened the door and I began to tremble in his gaze. I want more than anything to please him, to be his pussyboy, to serve his needs. He said, "Let's take a look at you cuntlips. Turn around."
I worked like an obedient puppy-dog pussyboy to get myself in perfect order for my master. He gave me forty minutes to clean myself off head to toe inside and out. Man I could have used a demolition team. I was covered in sweat and cum and spit and boygoop and pussylube
In another part of the same room Jeff, the junior controller, was in his own
predicament. When they stripped him and put him on the table it was
discovered that he was "concealing" a rather large butt plug.
This part of the story focuses on how James came to be a slave as well. I plan this to serve as something akin to an interlude, of sorts, to kind of give more perspective of James' personality.
I bolted upright in bed to the sound of shattering glass and Ray's voice along with another voice that I knew all too well. I stumbled out of bed and quickly my knees buckled out from under me.
TJ has 2 graduation parties to go to on the same night so Danny and David volunteer to drive. They arrive early at Will's house and catch him in the shower.