Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 04:12:23 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Corporate Slavery, Chapter 1 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: www.donate.nifty.org Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com Corporate Slavery, Chapter 1 Taking Possession of my Business Rival... I was waiting in my new penthouse for the delivery of my new slaves. This was something I had been wanting, savoring, since the day I first locked horns with Mr. Avery of Consolidated Technology. He thought I was going to just roll over and let him take my company from me, but I had other plans. It took me some time, but I managed to buy up all his debts and force him to declare bankruptcy. Ever since the government changed the bankruptcy laws to include selling off assets such as family members, owned slaves, and even yourself, there have been very few big companies filling chapter 11. But that was my plan and it only took me a few years before Mr. Avery was forced to sell off his company, liquidate his personal property and then by court order, he sold off his three sons, wife, and then even he was sold into slavery. All to pay off the debts his company incurred and fund the pension plan to pay its employees. I started by buying up Mr. Avery's penthouse, everything that was inside it, and all the members of his family. I bought his wife, his three sons, and I even bought him. It cost me a pretty penny, but I had the cash thanks to the courts and taking all of his business. The first time I entered his penthouse I could tell I was going to enjoy this. His penthouse wasn't the place his family lived. He had a nice county house where they stayed. His penthouse is where he lived during the week. It was the place he wined and dined clients, and he even had a playroom built into a secret area off his bedroom. I was surprised to find it. The real estate agent that I bought the penthouse through knew it was there and warned me about it before I even saw the penthouse. He acted shocked to see it, and embarrassed to even show it. But I couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in his pants as I looked around it. I was impressed. After all I didn't think Mr. Avery and I had anything in common but apparently, we did. We both liked to hurt people. So here I was, waiting in this penthouse, waiting for the slave training company to deliver three of my five new slaves. Now I know what you are thinking, "why aren't you taking all five of them?" Well first off, I don't really like Mrs. Avery, for that matter I don't like any misses. So, while I bought her, I gave her to a client I know that would get full use out of her. As for the other slave I am not taking right now it's a matter of law. While Mr. Avery's youngest son was sold to pay debts, I cannot take ownership of him until he turns 14. Until that time, he is in a youth slave training center learning the basics of service. I know that sounds bad but think about it. There is a lot to know to properly serve an owner. How to deliver food and drinks; care for personal hygiene like giving a manicure and pedicure; how to properly present things like a newspaper or shoes or pants; how to cook basic dishes; and how do clean. As a slave your sole purpose is to serve your owner. After Mike turns 14, then I will send him to another slave training center. This one will teach him how to properly suck a cock, lick an ass, and in a special ceremony I will take his cherry. Now that's real service. I was sitting there, on my new leather couch, smoking a fantastic Cuban cigar, drinking 180- year-old scotch all of which came with the penthouse's contents when the buzzer sounded letting me know that someone was coming up the private elevator. I was getting hard just thinking about it. Thinking about Mr. Avery, now slave bitch (I had his name changed) and his two oldest sons, being delivered to me after three months of training. And not the how to deliver a paper training. I had some input on their training, after all I was paying for it. I made sure they all stayed cherry. I was going to personally take that from them. I had them all de-haired. I don't like hairy men and after all they aren't really men anymore anyway. I had them all trained to eliminate their gag reflex, which in the case of Richard, slave bitch's middle son, meant having to have his tonsils removed. I also had them all urinal trained. One of the advantages to using this particular slave training service is that they provide videos of the training. I can't tell you how many times I jacked off to seeing the guards take turns throat fucking Richard after his tonsils were removed. He spent hours on his knees getting cocks shoved down his throat. A couple of the guards were so thick you could see his neck bulge and his eyes tear up. I am sure by the time I get him I can shove my 9" cock balls deep anytime I want into his throat. Another video I requested was seeing both brothers pissed trained together while slave bitch watched. Slave bitch had an issue of making too much noise during training, so the trainers and I came up with a great idea. Slave bitch had a module attached to its collar that detects noise and sends a signal to its chastity cage and electrifies it causing pain starting at a level that should cause pain and ramping up to a jolt that will bring him to his knees. Once that was done, slave bitch stood quietly in the corner of the room while he watched his sons turned into urinals for the slave training center. For a couple days all the boys had to drink was piss. Even the guards morning piss was saved and poured into the funnel gags that were being used to help the boys learn to drink all the piss they were offered. By the time the training was over, they were drinking anything offered, even from each other. The last video I requested was the cigar training video. Although I was never a huge cigar smoker, when the inventory of the penthouse arrived I noticed that I was now in possession of over 500 cuban cigars and a walk in humidor. One of the services that the slave training center offered was cigar training. I was intrigued. So I asked for a video to better understand. To my amusement the slaves were trained to prep and light a cigar. Easy enough I thought, but these boys were only fourteen and sixteen. On top of that, they were trained to hold out their tongues for the ashes and offer their ass for the used cigar butts. Now I had received a blowjob from a hooker while I smoked a cigar with some clients before, but I can only imagine how much more fun it is going to be to have my own ashtray follow me around while I smoke. The elevator doors opened and in walked a muscle hunk guard pulling the three slaves behind him chained together with collars welded around their necks and barcodes tattooed onto their upper shoulders. Slave bitch was the first in line and he was totally broken. He never looked up, never made a sound, and his shoulders were down instead of the proud way he used to enter the board room. He was totally naked and as an added humiliation, I had all his hair permanently removed, his cock locked into a very small chastity cage, and the word "BITCH" tattooed from shoulder blade to shoulder blade across his back. Next in line was David, the oldest son. He still had that proud swagger that young jocks get when they start coming into their own boarder lining on angry. I bet he thought there was still away out of this. It was going to be fun breaking him in and teaching him that the world was no longer his. Unlike his dad, I did not have the boys put into chastity cages. I did have cock rings attached with a small box and electrodes. I had a feature added that would send shocks into the boys balls every time daddy made a sound. His body was hard, and his six pack was ripped. I had his blond hair cut into a military high and tight. He was going to be a trophy boy for sure. Last in line was Richard. He was still a bit on the innocent side. I allowed him to keep his blond hair, but had it cut just long enough that I could grab to hold his head where I wanted it. He wasn't fat but nothing ripped or muscled like his older brother. You could tell that he was more of a mom's boy. There was more meat on his bones. He still had his baby fat I guess. I could only imagine how his ass was going to jiggle when it was hit with a belt or crop. Or better yet, how it was going to jiggle when I was pounding it with my cock. The guard led them into the room and when he stopped he turned around and unlocked the chain from my new slaves. The slaves immediately knelt and waited. The guard then brought the paper work over to me to sign. After inspecting each of the slaves carefully, making sure to stick my fingers in their mouths and in the case of bitch, up his ass (I was hoping he would scream, but he didn't make a noise.) I signed the delivery paperwork and the guard turned and started to leave. I did notice that he smiled when passing Richard and if I were a betting man, I would bet Richard had some special alone time with the guard during the delivery. I couldn't blame him. I was looking forward to feeling those sweet lips on my cock. With my three new slaves kneeling there waiting I decided it was time to lay down the new ground rules and let them know what I was expecting; "I am sure slave bitch recognizes me new place. This used to be your crash pad. Now its mine. I will be using this place whenever I am in town and I will be allowing my clients to use it as well. I expect you treat them well, if not I will be forced to punish you." I was walking around watching them as I spoke. "You will all tend to my every need. If I am not using you, I expect you to be watching. If I am using you, I expect your full attention." I saw slave bitch looking around some, but not looking up. "slave bitch is well aware of everything this new penthouse has to offer, including the playroom. I have added three cells in the playroom so you each have a place to stay when I don't need you or dismiss you. Bitch spent a lot of money to ensure the playroom was well stocked and while I don't know how to use all the toys in there yet, I will." Slave bitch was starting to look scared now. It was great. "I also need to warn you all, if you try to leave this penthouse you will be shocked by the box I had installed under your balls. It will not kill you but it will make you unable to walk. The same box is attached to the voice module attached to slave bitch's collar. If slave bitch makes a sound, you will all be punished." With that slave bitch looked up for the first time and I could see the tears in his eyes. I knew I had him know and this was going to be a great time to prove I was serious. "As a demonstration I will activate the boxes using the remote I have on my phone." And so I pushed the button on my phone and all three of them immediately fell to the floor and started grabbing for there nuts. "Now, slave bitch, you will be my personal valet. You will fetch, fix meals, clean, and do all the shit I don't want to. Slave Richard and slave David will be my personal toy slaves. They will see to all my other needs that slave bitch won't be doing." The slaves were finally getting back onto their knees and so I went over and sat down on the couch. "Is any of this unclear to you?" I looked at the slaves and with heads hung, they shock their heads. "Good." Sitting on the couch I looked over the two boys. I was wondering who would be more fun to use tonight? The choice was clear, David would be my toy tonight. I told slave Richard to kneel in the corner and I told slave bitch to go fetch me a drink and a cigar. Bitch stood up and walked toward the bar area, not having to be told where anything was. I was waiting for him to ask what I wanted to drink but he was at least smart enough not to do that. Instead he brought over a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Jonny Walker and waited for me to point to one. I am a Jack Daniels man, so I pointed to it and told him on the rocks. In the mean time I turned on the tv and started the video of the boys being throat fucked by all the guards. Slave bitch brought me a drink then fetched a cigar and brought it over with a lighter and clipper. I took the cigar and clippers and told the bitch to hold out his hand. I clipped the cigar and allowed the clippings to fall into his open hands. "eat them" I said and with a disgusted look he put the put them in his mouth and swallowed. Putting the cigar to my lips he lit the lighter and held it while I rolled the end and began sucking in the smoke. It was a very nice cigar and while I was not a cigar guy, I could tell it was not a cheap one. Once the cigar was lit I looked at slave David who was watching the video out of the corner of his eye. All I could do was grin. "Come here slave, its time to see what you learned in training." Slave David started to stand up but I shook my head, so he crawled over to me. I pointed to the corner where slave Richard was kneeling and told slave bitch to go join him. Slave David stopped when he reached my feet so I spread my legs wide and patted my crotch. David reached up and undid my pants while I watched the video and enjoyed my cigar. He took my cock out gently and started to stroke it. "No hands slave." Was all I needed to say and with that I felt those fat lips incase my cock and start working around the head. I know he wasn't gay and that he was taught how to do this in the slave training center, but damn he was good. I never looked down or acknowledged him. I just watched the video and smoked while this young slave worshipped my cock. I would look over at the other two slaves now and then to make sure they were watching. Slave bitch was watching with a sad look on his face and slave Richard was watching with little to no emotion showing. "You need to watch this slave, I should never have to tell you how I want my cock sucked." I said. I grabbed a handful of david's hair and slowly pushed all 9 inches of my cock into his throat until my balls were slapping his chin. Once I had him balls deep, I held him there until he started to struggle a little. I knew he couldn't breathe. I didn't care. I held him there until I could see tears in his eyes and he started turning blue. I let go and he immediately backed off my cock to breathe and I hit the button on my phone bringing all three to the ground. "I never said you could take my cock out of your mouth. Now get back on my cock or I will show you what level 2 will do on your balls, and those of your dad and brother." With tears in his eyes, David got up and put my cock back in his mouth. I grabbed his hair and immediately pushed him back down to my balls. This time when I let go he slowly moved up the shaft until just the head was in his mouth and then took a breath. He was learning. I smiled and let him work his throat up and down my cock. He was a good little cock sucker. It only took me about 20 minutes before I found myself grabbing his hair again and shoving my cock all the way into his throat to nut. I must have cum a bucket full and it all went into his stomach. After I was done cumming I let go of his head again, but he still did not take his mouth off my cock. While my cock shrank back down in his mouth, he just held it there. Careful not to let it out of his mouth, he just looked up at me and when I nodded, he let the head of my cock plop out of his mouth. Not being done with my cigar, or the video, I told slave david to lick my balls. I wasn't going to let him off easy and I was enjoying the attention. I looked around for an ashtray and realized that I didn't have one handy. "bitch, I need an ashtray. Get your mouth over here." Slave bitch's training was paying off. He knelt, held his mouth open and stuck out his tongue. With a quick tip of the cigar, the ashes were on his tongue. With a look they disappeared into his mouth. Then he opened his mouth to show me they were gone. I smiled. After about 20 more minutes, I was ready to finish this up and get to bed. I grabbed david's hair and pulled his mouth to my cock. I didn't need to cum again, I did need to piss. Without warning I let the piss flow and david started swallowing as fast as he could. He didn't spill a drop and as soon as I was done he carefully sucked the tip to make sure all the piss was out of it and then let the head go and waited. Putting my pants back on I stood up and kicked slave david out of my way. I motioned for the slaves to follow me and I walked through the bedroom and into the playroom. Once inside I pointed at the cells. They were built into the wall and each had enough room for the slave to lay down but not without bringing their legs up into their chest. There was a metal toilet like you would find in a prison. And there was a drinking fountain, but it was shaped like a dildo. The slaves had to suck a rubber cock to get anything to drink from it. Each cell had a name on it so the slaves knew where to go. I told slave bitch to lock the other two into their cells and come to the bedroom. After a few minutes slave bitch came in and I was waiting, sitting on the bed, with my cigar. Slave knelt and put its tongue out, waiting for the ash it knew was coming. After taking my ash I made slave bitch undress me, take my shoes off, and put everything away. Once I was in bed I had slave take my cigar and put it out on its tongue before eating the butt. Once completed I told the slave to go to its cell. There was an app on my phone that allowed me to lock and unlock the cells as well as view a camera mounted in each one. Once I was sure slave was inside, I locked the cell and drifted off to sleep. It was a good day, but tomorrow was going to be better...