Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2022 21:03:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Future slave michael - installment 2

It had been a few days since Raven had sold michael to Maximus.  She had
not heard anything back from her client, and she craved an answer to
whether he would be invoking her return policy.  If for no other reason,
she needed to know if michael's cell would remain empty:  she preferred
to keep her commodities separate from each other, and in the case of
michael... she could see a major loss if his anger were such and he took
it out on one of the other properties.   She knew of the organization of
Maximus' estate, and she called his administrator.
"Felix, it is Raven.  I hope you are well."
"Indeed I am, Madam.  When Master Maximus is well, all is well."  Of
course, he could not see Raven's smile.
"Do I take that to mean he is satisfied with his new acquisition,
Felix?"  Felix chuckled. He lowered his voice.
"You did not hear this from me, Raven, but I cannot remember the last
time he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as he is.  Indeed, as I
speak to you, he is 'training' the blond.  I will see to it that he
contacts you when he is 'in recess' as they say.  He enjoys these
sessions.  Other Masters might have their stewards take care of them, but
Maximus...."
"It makes him special, does it not, Felix?"
"Indeed, my lady, it does. "
She sighed.  "I must admit I have never had merchandise of the quality of
that michael.  I wonder, since he is so different from the other captives
from that ship, is there a story?"
"AH, it is said great minds think alike, Raven.  If I understood Master
Maximus before he went into session, the point of today's torment was to
find the information that you seek."
"Hmmmm.  What would it take to acquire that information, Felix?  Assuming
it is discovered?"   Raven began thinking:  if she could find where
michael was from, perhaps there were others of his type:  it would be an
expensive hunting expedition, but... the return could be great.
"Oh, Madam is too generous.  I would suggest this, my love.  Perhaps the
next time you have a shipment that contains a young one - no more than 19
moons or so - and slim - perhaps with curly black hair?  And if I could
dream, untouched by any man or woman - I might have the opportunity to
introduce him to his new obligations?"
"It shall be done, Felix.  For such information, I will even contact my
sisters on this and other worlds to see if such a prize is available."
"Thank you, Raven.  It shall be done.  I will harken to what Master
Maximus says."

At that moment, Maximus was saying nothing, because he was watching his
new prize struggle.  Felix was correct:  Maximus was seeking information
on michael's origins, and had not gotten them from him.
"I will now," he thought.  He looked at michael:  his nipples were
clamped, and the chain joining the clamps, was attached to a rod just
high enough so that michael had to stand on his toes to avoid extreme
pain.  The clamps themselves were each equipped with a small battery and,
at a predetermined time (Maximus had set it for 20 minutes), the clamps
rotated 60 degrees, so that the torment would shift.  michael was
gaggged, seriously diminishing his ability to scream or to curse out
loud, although he continued to do both.  His skimpy clothing had been
replaced and he wore only a red sarong at his waist:  one modified by
Maximus, to present an irritant on the inner surface.  Hence, every time
michael shifted, his lower pelvis was stimulated.  The "healthy" young
man had not relieved himself for two days before the ship he was on
landed at Frilcus, and while he had lost track of the days, it had
clearly been a week since his capture .  Hence, every nerve in that
"healthy" body was stimulated already, and the sarong simply added to
it.

Maximus sat in a large chair, a book before him that he did not read.
michael's struggles were much too entertaining.
"As I have told you, slave michael, the clamps will come off, if you
simply tell me of your origins.  It is not too much to ask:  would a
Master not want to know from whence comes his slave."
"I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING SLAVE!"   michael tried to yell out against the
tight cloth gag that filled his mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH"  Maximus had asked the
question just before the turn of the clamps.  It was hard for michael to
decide what part of this torture was worse:  the periodic turning, the
constant tension on the chain, the brush of the inner part of the sarong
when he struggled.... and of course, he knew of the plug that Maximus had
ready  "should you need further subjugation." He could see it on the
table.  It was nearly as long as the cock Maximus had, and which he had
already felt twice, but it was stouter.  And he knew, Maximus would have
no trouble turning it, the way the clamps turned.

Earth.  That is where michael was from.  Not the "earth" you and I know,
but an earth of the future where so much had changed that, as compared to
the other men on the planet, michael was at best average.  The cult of
physical wellness and culture had grown to the point where it was
expected for young men, like michael, to spend at least part of their
lives in one of the sports that piqued the interest of the wealthy and
elite:  wrestling, boxing, ultimate fighting, full contact football, and
so forth.  michael came of a family where his grandfather, his father,
and his older and younger brother all excelled in at least one of these.
michel excelled in none.  He had stopped wrestling when his grandfather
muttered about "never having had a jobber in the family."  He had stopped
boxing when a broken jaw left him with a record of 2-37.  Ultimate
fighting?  It became known, very rapidly, that if you grabbed michael's
nipples, you had a very good chance of defeating him immediately and if
you didn't, or you wished to prolong it, he would lose his temper and a
guillotine hold would bring him to unconsciousness, with the audience
wildly entertained by his suffering.

This is not to say he wasn't successful:  the way he could endure pain,
and the expressions of his suffering, brought him many fans, and many
matches in which his opponent simply overwhelmed him.  Many were fans of
that, and the dismay on Earth when news spread that "michael the loser"
was leaving the planet in search of his fortunes, was rampant.  Offers of
more money, of women, of men, of boys, of anything, did not persaude
him.  michael became an itinerant:  a "merchant of fortune" so to speak.
He followed the money, and moved from planet to planet, seeking places
where his brawn stood out, and where paychecks were good.

michael preferred women, but if he were on a ship that would not hit a
port in a long time, he was more than willing to shove his cock into a
pretty young man.  There were always a few.  Sometimes, they were men who
were on their way to do willingly what michael now found himself forced
to do.  And sometimes, they were men who were as "driven" as he was on
the voyage, who caught michael's eye.  His size, and his musculature,
were enough to convince nearly all of them that "being a bitch" for the
night was a fair price for michael's talents , for however badly he
performed in sport, he was an excellent lover, well attuned to the things
that excited his partner.  (Maximus hadn't learned that yet, but... we
will come to that).
The night he was captured, it was hard to tell whether it was Flora's
eyes, her body, her perfume, or just her overall presence that ensnared
him.  "My cock got me in trouble AGAIN," he thought, more than once,
after he had been sold to this man who seemed to know more about pressure
points and pleasure points than anyone he had ever met.

The first night that Maximus had taken him as slave,  he had taken
michael to his bedroom.
"Turn around, michael.  I will remove your bonds.  In return, you will
behave ."
michael grunted.  He didn't curse or scream.  He had learned, in the
hours leading to this, that Maximus had a standard response:  the tazer
which, when aimed at his ball spreader (and Maximus had excellent aim.
He hadn't missed the metal once), would send convulsing shocks through
michael's body.  The shots would even bring down his hard on, a fact
which Maximus had commented on more than once.
"Now remove your clothing.  Just as I will remove mine."  michael
gulped.  He knew.  He knew what was to happen.  It had only happened
three times in his life, and now....
"Please... Please .  "
"Please what, michael? "
"Please do not treat me as your woman."
"HAH!  You seem to think I have that level of respect for you michael.
No, I will NOT be treating you as a woman.  I will be treating you as
what you are:  a SLAVE.  A CAPTIVE.    NOW UNDRESS."
michael's temper got the better of him and he charged at Maximus.  That
was a mistake.  That time, Maximus hadn't used the tazer, nor had he
grabbed michael's nipples.  He did, however, get michael in a hold
reminiscent of a full nelson. Big as he was, michael felt himself being
lifted from the ground.  He had submitted, screaming to this type of
hold... how many times?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH."  michael screamed, and Maximus only
laughed.
"Would that I had remembered to bind your balls, michael.  I could be
pulling them too.  You shall NOT be needing them."  He whispered into
michael's ear.  "Gelding is NOT out of the question for those who seem to
have beautiful asses, and out of control tempers."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLEASE. NO GELDING.  I'll behave.  I will.
Please.  Please.  Just let me go.  I'll do what you say."
"I will trust you michael, though you do not deserve it."
"I know.  But I will.  "  Maximus released the hold.
"As I have instructed you, remove your clothing.  Then take a place on
the bed.  Grab your ankles and expose your beautiful ass, my blond
slave.  I  will have it.
michael began to cry, and if Maximus noticed it, he ignored it.  Instead,
he climbed up on the bed, and began to purr like some large wild feline:
a wild feline with a ragingly hard, big cock.
"No lubricant?"  michael asked and heard the rolling laugh from Maximus.
"You did not want to be treated like a woman, michael.  Lubricant is for
women.  MEN can TAKE IT."  He thrust into michael, who yelped, this time
like a trapped bird.  Soon, he learned that Maximus was very accomplished
at sex.  Yes, the thrusts hurt for a few minutes but then, as michael
relaxed, perhaps out of hopelessness, the feeling became somewhat
pleasant.  He recalled the last time he had done something like this to a
woman, and the last time he had done it to a man:  he was not nearly as
thorough, or as careful as Maximus was, nor had he paid any attention to
things like his partner's body.  Maximus stroked michael's torso, his
chest, and he bent over and ran his tongue down michael's neck, something
no one had ever done before.
"The salt of the sea," Maximus murmured.  "All of the bathing and
massaging on this planet will not removed that flavor from you.  I thank
the gods."  michael gasped as he felt small, pointy teeth begin to chew
at his neck.  He heard Maximus whisper
"Yes, there will be a wound.  And when it heals, you will wear my
collar.  For now.. oh, you are such a fine specimen.  I cannot help
myself."  Maximus' fingers found his way to michael's nipples and began
to play them.  Moans erupted from michael and they seemed to encourage
the already totally engorged Maximus.  It began to hurt again, but
Maximus continued.
"Tell me you like it slave michael.  Tell me you enjoy it."
"I... I do.  OH YES.  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH"   michael felt the last
push from Maximus and then he felt the gush as Maximus climaxed inside of
him.  The spasmodic thrusts continued until Maximus withdrew.
"We will re-engaged soon, michael.  For now, rest.  You will need time to
recover.  "

Maximus had let him be after that.  michael met some of the other house
slaves.  He learned that none of them served as Maximus' bed partner:  he
usually slept alone.  He also learned that his quarters were under watch
because, when he tried to relieve himself the first time, an alarm went
off, and a steward was at the door.
"MICHAEL.  THAT IS NOT ALLOWED.  YOU DO NOT HAVE MAXIMUS' PERMISSION TO
PLEASURE YOURSELF. "  He dropped his voice.  "Consider this a warning,
michael.  By the rules of the house, I should be reporting you to our
Master immediately, and punishment should follow. "  michael smirked
"Punishment, pheh.  What could he do to me that he hasn't already done?"
michael found out when he was caught trying to relieve himself the second
time.  Again, an alarm went off and this time, four large guards came to
the door.
"Maximus has determined that the torment of the ants is appropriate," and
the guards led him away.  michael was soon spread eagled on the floor of
a sandy surface outside of the estate building, with his ankles and
wrists bound.  Maximus appeared, with two jars.
"The one contains honey, michael, and the other... " he shook out some
very pugnacious ants.  (The ants were a species that had no fangs:  they
ingested food through a tube , but michael did not know that), as Maximus
painted honey on his nipples, his arm pits, the soles of his feet and
then... under his balls.
"Meet your new best friends, slave michael."  Maximus poured the ants
over michael's body.  The fear that passed over michael's face was an
aphrodisiac, and Maximus parted his tunic.
"They consume more than honey michael.  I did not touch your penis
because.... they love the taste of cum and pre-cum.  Yours... and mine."
He stood over michael and shot a load over michael's chest.  michael
could feel the ants running to the source, and he could feel the
probiscuses seeking more and more of the liquid.  He felt them at all
parts of his body where Maximus had poured the honey.
"All you need do, michael, is promise NOT to try to relieve yourself
without permission.  Once you make that promise, I shall have you
released, and cleansed, so that there isn't a trace of anything to
attract these fine creatures. "
michael pulled at the restraints. No movement.  He could see ants all
over his body and he would have sworn one had crawled into his ass.  But
most of the torment? His feet.  He couldn't see them, but he didn't need
to:  they were ALL OVER his feet.
"My sweat" he was thinking, and then he wondered how much of this he
could take:  how many bites had he sustained already?
"YOU WIN. YOU WIN.  I will train myself, Maximus.  It will not happen
again. "  This defeat was as bad as the worst submission hold he had
endured while a fighter.
"Very well.  Then you will be ready for your big boy pants."  Maximus had
michael released, and taken to the baths.  It was while two young slaves
were washing him that he learned that the ants in fact had no biting
mouthparts, but that Maximus had collections of various creatures that
did, in fact, bite.
"This will be a warning to you, slave michael," one of the slaves said to
him.  When michael looked at him the slave, Rotchus, blushed and turned
away.  He could not believe his good fortune at being assigned to keep
this fine man clean.
"You will have to wear this from now, on, slave michael,"  the second
slave, named Protius, said as he handed michael the sarong.  "Maximus
feels that red will favor you and.... " he blushed.  "Yes, we all have to
wear clothing like this.  The worst is when we have to wear full tunic. "

"You were not like the other captives Raven took.  That is what she told
me."  That was how the conversation had started which had put michael in
his current situation.  "Were there others of your planet on that ship?"
Maximus had just eaten dinner with michael, occasionally reaching under
the table to rub the sarong into his crotch and to smile when michael
winced.
"There were not, Master Maximus.  I travel alone. I have always traveled
alone."
"From where, michael?"  michael's mind began to wonder: would he be
ransomed if Maximus knew?  Would Maximus reveal his fate to his planet?
"Where I am from does not matter, Master Maximus.  I am here.  "
"It matters because I wish to know."  michael would learn that refusing
to answer a question from Maximus, was not wise.
"Perhaps you should ask that BITCH Raven. Or the BITCH that tastes her
every night, Flora."  michael's temper was beginning to rage.
"Ha ha.  That BITCH Flora is the one who defeated you.  How embarrassing
that must be, slave michael?  To be defeated by the likes of me is one
thing, but to be brought down by a beautiful woman.  HOW SAD."
michael's anger grew.  He shoved the table over and stood up.
"SHE DRUGGED ME.  THAT IS WHY I AM HERE.  IT WAS NOT DEFEAT."  Maximus
rose to his feet.
"A TRUE man knows his limits. He does not allow himself to become
'intoxicated' by the wiles of a woman.  " He paused.  Maximus was
experienced enough to know what would happen.
"I am willing to forget this transgression if you answer my question."
"FUCK YOU SODOMITE.  I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY ASS.  YOU WILL NOT HAVE IT
AGAIN."  As soon as the words slipped out, michael knew he had erred
seriously.  And he could not take it back.
"How wrong you are, sweet boy.  How wrong you are.  I will have it again,
very soon."

Now, Maximus rose from his chair, moving to where michael was held by the
clamps and the ropes that bound his wrists to the pole.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph"  michael looked at him, pleadingly.
"How many times have the clamps advanced?  Four times? "
michael was sweating profusely.  His sarong had fallen from his hips and
his hard on sprung in front of him.  He was hard, in spite of, or perhaps
because of, the pain.  He nodded meekly.
"Well, that is only 240 degrees.  Surely we need to complete a full
circle, do you not agree michael?"
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph."  Again, with a pleading look, michael shook his head
no.
"Well, I think the only way for you to be released from the clamps, is to
tell me what I have asked."  Maximus rubbed his thumb on michael's
forehead, thinking  "BY THE GODS HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL"  "Are you ready to
tell me?"
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph "  michael shook his head yes.
"Very well.  Here are the terms.  I will remove your gag, and I will stop
the rotation.  You will answer my questions.  If I receive satisfactory
answers, you will be released."  His lips curled into a sneer.  "And then
you will find that your statement tonight at table, was incorrect."
Maximus reached up and took out the gag.
He soon learned everything he wanted to know about Earth.  He learned of
michael's early life, and why he had become a mercenary.
"Very well, my lovely young man.  You have earned your release. "
"Thank you Master Maximus,"  michael sighed, and Maximus smiled.  He had
not gotten to the point in michael's training where he demanded thank
you's, but....
"Now, to let you know I am not COMPLETELY malicious, you will pleasure
yourself before I pleasure MYSELF.   On the bed.  Get to work. "
"THANK YOU MASTER.  THANK YOU."   Maximus grinned inside his head.  He
wondered if michael would have agreed so readily, if he knew how long it
would be before he permitted the next release.
It had been so long that michael did not take long.  Outside the chamber,
the guards snickered, knowing what had happened, and what was to happen
next - not the taking of michael's ass, but...
 "This time, since I do not fear you soiling the bed linens, michael, you
will roll over.  "   michael's eyes widened.  Yes, he had been taken a
few times, but never from behind.
"Roll onto your belly, slave."   michael sighed.  Maximus slipped his
hands under michael's hips, and pushed his ass up in the air.  His cock
found its target quickly, and he slid into michael.
"Your own juices are your lubricant slave.  I will fuck you HARDER."
michael winced.  He bit his lip trying not to moan or to scream, but it
became too much.
"Oh, your moans are SUCH sweet music, michael." Maximus grabbed the short
hair that remained on michael's head.  "You are SUCH a lovely slave.  So
handsome.  So worthy of... THIS."  He RAMMED his cock in hard, screaming
"ONLY THE BEST GET THE BEST."  And again, michael felt the gush of the
orgasm fill him.  When he was finished, Maximus got up and went to the
door.
"I believe I will keep the slave to my bed tonight.  Please let the court
know they should not be alarmed if he is not found."  He smiled.  "I may
want you again tonight, slave.  Your ass is so inviting, you may have to
accustom yourself to multiple visits in a day from your Master."
michael sighed, and wondered why that thought was making him feel so
good.