Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2003 11:48:32 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: "Iroppoi Herususentaa (Part 10)" (MM, Mind-Control) Part 10 ======= By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Day 1 ----- I woke up the next morning full of vigor and excitement. After months of grueling training, I would enter the workout area of the Iroppoi Herususentaa as a full fledged sex slave on my first day of duty. Without thinking, I popped all of my morning pills and then headed out for breakfast. William was half way through his shake and I picked mine up and drank it straight. "Excited," William asked. "Quite." He smiled at me, "I remember my first day two years ago like it was yesterday." "William, question, if you hate gay sex so much, why doesn't working the floor bug you at all?" "Hypnosis and mind control, same reason you wretch if you forget your mind control pills in the morning. They have me wired up to think of it like a military training game in the club, it is only during nights out and escorts that I can feel the true revulsion of what they have made me." I finished my shake and hugged William. "If it makes you feel better, I let Daniel go home to think about the meaning of the word 'slave.'" William finished his shake and then suggested we meditate and rest further before heading over to the club. At ten to noon we headed over to the club, we went straight through the main doors and into the slave picture hallway. My picture was at the end with a large banner reading, "STARTING TODAY." I followed William to the locker room, took off my kimono and my Rolex and put on my white jockstrap, white athletic socks and white sneakers and waited. It was only 1158. Mentally, without needing the watch I counted the remaining seconds. Then it was like any other workday had started. I turned around and found three members in black jockstraps waiting for me and I gladly bent over a waist high bar placed in the locker room for just this sort of anal action to allow the tops to fuck my brains out. Steam Room ---------- An older black male top led me towards the steam room and I, of course, followed willingly. He strapped me belly-down to a pommel horse placed in the sauna for fucking slave boys. He took me first in the steam room as eight tops watched on. His massive block rod snaked into me and rammed me through. I moaned in appreciation as he reamed my ass thoroughly. After he shot his load he moved to the side and allowed the next top to take me. Seven fucks later I was dripping man sperm from my fuck hole and feeling a bit tired and my shift had barely begun. I stood myself up and profusely thanked all of the tops for fucking me and headed to the gym itself. In the gym I managed to do my first rep and then a top asked me to switch places and squat thrust ride his cock. I did it eagerly. I noticed William on the other end of the gym squatting another guy. The squat thrust fuck was such a thrill for me, I had tremendous control over the speed, depth, and intensity of the fuck. Using those tools I could make it take a while for the guy or send him over the edge in seconds. The most unusual position I ended up in was doing upside down "pull-ups" so my cock was at waist height as I controlled my fall to the floor and then raised myself back up repeatedly. Wolf-san approached and ordered me to freeze in place. I had to support my weight with my elbows half bent as he stroked my cock to orgasm. I tried to hold off the orgasm as long as possible so he could enjoy giving me the hand job, but it was hard to hold myself up. I managed to hold out for twenty minutes and then I shot my load onto Wolf-san's arm. He then allowed me to release. I got onto my knees and then licked my own cum off Wolf-san's arm. He kissed me on the forehead and thanked me. 91 Guys Later ------------- I spent the next eight hours being fucked by top after top. Periodically, Wolf-san would interrupt and drain me of cum. My fuckhole felt raw from all of the fucking, but strangely it felt good to be used to intensely by man after man. When the ordeal was over, I would have sworn that my fuckhole was red, but in the shower, I could see that the Iroppoi's gene manipulations, had toughened up my fuckhole to withstand intense sexual usage. I showered without interruption and then headed to Tanaka-san's office. He congratulated me on a job well done and sent me home. William greeted me warmly. Finally I was a true initiate to the twisted world of the Iroppoi. Escort Duty ----------- The next two days were a bit calmer with a limit of five squat-thrust fucks per session and ten fucks total. My slave training was so complete that I gave absolutely no thought to my treatment in any way other than that it was exactly what I should be doing. I am after all a sex slave. Saturday morning Tanaka-san informed me that Sumisu-san would be visiting with the band and wanted to use me again. I took the instructions and then went to the gym for an uninterrupted workout. Around 1500, I suited up in the tech-thong, a pair of jeans that was a size too tight and a white muscle-T. I put on dress shoes and headed out for the fifty-block walk to the hotel. I paced myself as instructed to get my heart rate up and arrived at the hotel at exactly 1700. I was allowed unimpeded to the floor where Sumisu-san and the band were staying. The door was open a crack and I went in without knocking. "Ethan," Sumisu-san called out, "come on in." "Hey guys," I said waving my hand. One of the band members called out, "We've been having a lot of fun with 'John' since your last visit." Another offered, "Anyhow, 'John' promised that he could invite you over to join in our continued fun." Sumisu-san stood up and stripped down to a thong. Without prompting, I copied. Two of the band members approached me and led me to the coffee table where I kneeled on top of it so my ass was facing one band member and mouth the other. The remaining two band members positioned Sumisu-san similarly. Then the face and ass fucking began. The four young band members fucked Sumisu-san and me endlessly without orgasm. The young band mates took care to hold their orgasms until after Sumisu-san shot his load and then took further pains to shoot their loads in his mouth. The initial fucks over, I was ordered to haul Sumisu-san over my ass and spank him to tears. 'Michael' handed me a hair brush and I pulled 'John' over my lap for a bare butt spanking. It took about ten minutes. But I had Sumisu-san writhing in pain and crying like a huge baby. 'Michael' then ordered us to switch. I held out for thirty before consciously deciding to start crying. I found the sensations of Sumisu-san spanking me to be very reinforcing of my role as a sex slave. "'John'," 'Michael' said, "amazing how Ethan here really helped us see what a little faggot fuck toy you are." Sumisu-san was kneeling on the floor in front of Michael and nodding submissively. Michael continued, "I think that you really will have to quit your Iroppoi club as a top and sign up like Ethan here to be a fuck toy slave boy." John started crying and Michael just forced his cock into John's mouth. "Ethan do you think he could start working as a slave?" I shook my head, "he can be your private fuck toy though." Michael took on a shit eating grin. "Absolutely, he already is and we have paid the club a buy out fee of $25 million. Tonight was the last time he will ever see you or the other Iroppoi slaves." One of the other band members picked up the hairbrush and while John was still sucking Michael's cock began to administer a brutal butt blistering assault on John's bare ass. I was escorted out of the room at 2300. Underwear Night 2 ----------------- Sunday was underwear night and William was ordered to go to underwear night again. I had my own marching orders. Daniel had been identified as a good candidate for involuntary slavery. At $250,000 for an unsuspecting guy in certain private Thai clubs, the Iroppoi occasionally assisted in kidnapping. William resented our purpose. But he was wearing a jockstrap for easy fucking action. I had my tech-thong on. I saw Daniel Parente alone in the corner. I approached him as William went for his first conquest of the evening. "Hey Daniel," I said as I approached him and kissed him on the lips passionately. I timed the kiss with a release of a pheromone from one of my implants. The pheromone would help seduce the young teen. I led the eager boy to the back room and passionately fucked his ass in the corner until he orgasmed three times. After fucking him I told him I was moving back to Japan and wanted him to come with me. He was eager to please me and I gave him some detailed instructions. Daniel's Abduction ------------------ Sitting in Tanaka-san's office the next morning I had quite the intelligence view of Daniel Parente's movements. Instead of driving to school he went to the train station and left the car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He paused at the payphone and found an envelope wedged into the phone. He picked it up, opened the envelope and read the instructions: > Take the next train to center city, when you get there exit the > train and look for a homeless man wearing an orange ski cap. > > Give him a twenty-dollar bill and he will give you your next > instructions. > > Make sure to take this letter and the envelope with you. Through the surveillance camera I watched Daniel put the envelope into his pocket and step onto the platform to await the train. The surveillance picked up in the station where a homeless guy inside the waiting area took a twenty from Daniel and handed him another note: > Board the next Amtrak to Quebec. Locker #854 will open with > combination 4298 and has your ticket, a new ID for you to use > and some clothing to put on. > > Do not talk to anyone on your trip and use your pseudonym. Keep > this note with the other in the bag in the locker. > > I'll see you on board. > > Love, > > Ethan Daniel picked up his bag, placed the fake ID and passport in his wallet along with the cash and then put on the baseball cap and designer glasses to help disguise his identity. Tanaka-san put me in a car to the next station where I would board the train to meet Daniel. I boarded the train under a false passport marking me as Richard Crowley and made my way through the train to find Daniel--Jonathan--had saved me a seat. I approached Jonathan and saw the empty seat and asked, "Mind if I join you?" "Nah," Jonathan replied. I sat down and introduced myself, "Richard." "Jonathan," he replied back. "Where you headed?" "Montreal." "Me too," I said. I reached into my bag without thinking, pulled out my pill bottle, and took my mind control pill. I then dived into my bag for a magazine. I had Games Magazine and flipped it open to a crossword puzzle. Jonathan asked if he could help and I let him work on the puzzle and kibitzed the answers. We were completely unnoticed as two young guys traveling. In Montreal, we cleared customs separately since I went through the Candian's line as Giroux LeBlanc. We did share a cab ride to a massive downtown hotel where I paid cash for one night in the hotel. I then headed out with Jonathan for dinner and we headed back to the hotel together. While Jonathan was in the shower, I followed my instructions and confiscated all of Daniel's identity papers that marked him as "Daniel Parente." I substituted his original set of fake IDs for a Japanese passport marked as "Tom Sato." My own Japanese passport was ready and I concealed all of the fake documents in a secret pouch in my bag and took another mind control pill. If I had any sympathy for Daniel's plight, the dominant mind controlled personality that controlled me could not express it. "Hey Tom," I offered, "ready for Japan?" "Really," Daniel responded, eager to tour the world and in a bit of a daze as to how he was being made to disappear. I had him suck my tits and drink my man milk which helped make him more suggestible. We fell asleep in each other's embrace. In the morning we rushed to the airport and checked in for a Tokyo-bound flight. In Tokyo, we breezed into the country as odd "white" visitors who had somehow acquired citizenship. An car from the Iroppoi whisked us to the club facility where I quickly found myself in a familiar "cell." Daniel was so disoriented from his whirlwind trip that he quickly passed out on my chest after sucking up another dose of my mind bending man milk. In the morning, I was pulled out of the cell early and shown the newspaper articles about the disappearance of a "Daniel Parente" within the states. It turned out his car had been stolen and the two thieves were in custody on suspicion of murder. I was given my instructions on where Daniel would be sold along with the routing information for the accounts. It appeared the deal was for $250,000 for a white slave that could not become infected with AIDS. The club had only about $15,000 in expenses and I would get $50,000 for my work. I was sent back to the cell to await Daniel's return from the medical procedures that were immunizing him against STDs. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com. See other works by me at $$