Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2021 17:35:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Maxwell's Magic Camera - installment 5

Ivan and Mikhail got on the plane to their home country.  They were
fortunate:  the airline was not a big one, and did not fly every day.
Just before they got on the plane, Mikhail tossed the phone into a trash
can that was about to be emptied by trash pickup.
At least, that's what Ivan thought.   But that's another matter.  It's
been nearly a week and a half since they had started "placing"
merchandise with clients.  Let's go back and bring everyone up to speed,
in groups of 3 as promised.

II.  CHAD AND TRAVIS

Just before he closed the shackle on the second of Chad's wrists, Travis
gave his prize a look:  BEAUTIFUL.  Ginger, but a light ginger.  Green
eyes.  He hadn't stripped Chad - yet - but he imagined a soft layer of
hair all over his body.  He'd have to decide whether to keep it or not,
or to simply use removing it as a threat for Chad, if he acted up.
Chad didn't protest the wrist chains or the ankle shackles, even though
they gave him no mobility whatsoever.  He was still under the influence
of the  camera.  There were five hours more before it would wear off.
"Sleep, my precious man, sleep.  We will have much to discuss when you
have rested."  Travis resisted the desire to strip Chad:  he wanted to
wait until his captive knew what he was doing.  Instead, he turned to the
video camera, to make sure it functioned.  It broadcast, and it picked up
signal, so he knew when Chad would waken.  He'd also be advised by Bruno
and Fergus, the two large bald men who stood outside the dungeon, not
unlike medieval gargoyles.  They served him well.  Brothers, he had
rescued them from slavery in their home country and now, they were
grateful to the man who fed them, paid them, and found them the young
women they both favored.
"Let me know when he awakens.  Our discussions will begin then."
Bruno laughed.  What Travis called a "discussion" was instead a listing
of his demands for his "partners."  This one seemed much "greener" than
the ones he had had in the past.  He wondered how it would go.

"FUCK??????"  Chad's yell was questioning as the spell of the camera wore
off, and he felt the chains on his wrist.  He pulled, and realized:  he
couldn't move.  Then the yell was more frantic and angrier.
"FUCK!!!!!!!  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?  TAKE THESE OFF ME!!!!!!"
Fergus looked through the door of the dungeon and saw Chad struggling.
He sent a signal to Travis, but he could already hear the careful step of
Travis' boots coming down the stairs.
"It will be ok, Fergus.  Please do not leave.  I may need you and Bruno.
Initiates usually find strength they didn't think they had.
"Yes Master," he said.  As he turned, the smallest bit of the "S"
tattooed on his shoulder could be seen:  "S" for "slave".  Bruno had one
too.  Soon, so would Chad.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"   Chad screamed as Travis walked in, evenly and
slowly, and approached him.
"Chadwick!  Good evening.  Or Good morning.  Or Good Afternoon.  At this
point, the time is irrelevant to you. I am Travis or, more correctly for
you, "Sir Travis" or "Master Travis."
"FUCK THAT!  HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? "
"Simple questions Chadwick.  I call you that instead of Chad because...
Chadwick sounds so much more dignified.  When you are broken, I will call
you Chad."
"BROKEN?  WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? LET ME GO!"
"Ha ha.  So many questions, I can't even answer the first ones before the
second ones begin.  I know your name because your seller knew it, and I
got it from him.
"SELLER?  WHAT?  HUH?  YOU BOUGHT ME? HUH?"
"Indeed I did, Chadwick.  At an auction.  I paid a good price for you,
but I am glad I did.   He approached and showed no fear as Chad
struggled.  Travis knew that his chains were secure.  He began
unbuttoning Chad's shirt.
"LEAVE MY SHIRT ALONE!  "  Travis laughed.  "You'd best get used to
having your shirt opened.  Or not wearing clothing at all Chadwick. "  He
grinned.  "I believe you have figured out what you're here for."
"NO I HAVEN'T.  I'M NOT A WHORE."
"Ha ha.  LIke I would be sharing you.  Let me show you something you did
last night, sweet ginger man."
Travis touched a button on what looked like a television remote.  A video
of the blow job Chad had given him last night came up.
"NO!  I DIDN'T DO THAT.  YOU MUST HAVE ALTERED A FILM OR SOMETHING."
Travis then gave Chad details about his teeth, a small wart he had at the
back of his tongue, and a few other details that quieted Chad down.  He
stopped struggling for a minute.
"I... I must have been drugged.  I don't do that."
"Oh, rest assured, Chadwick, you were NOT drugged.  WERE you drugged, you
would not be here.  It was an amateur job for certain, but it's a start.
You'll be doing more of them."  He ran his hand over Chad's torso.  He
was right: a light coating of hair:  what did the kids say:  "otter?"
Reddish, like Chad's moustache.
"TAKE YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF ME."  Again, Travis laughed.
"It will not be my hand that is doing the fucking Chadwick, but fucking
is a good word."
"Wait.... Wait... OH SHIT.  YOU'RE GONNA TURN ME INTO A SEX SLAVE?  " He
pulled at the chains again.
"Indeed, I am.  However long it takes."
"IT'S GONNA TAKE FOREVER.  IT'S NOT HAPPENING.  LET ME GO..  HEY.  LEAVE
MY BELT ALONE."   Chad's ankles were chained close enough to each other
that it was easy for Travis to unbuckle his pants and slide them down.
He produced a small knife and Chad whined.
"What... what the hell are you doing...."
"Easy, Chadwick, easy.  You probably won't be needing these anymore ."
He cut away the boxer shorts Chad was wearing.
"AH.  What do they say:  the curtains match the drapes?  They do."  He
took Chad's cock in his hand and slid it back and forth, and Chad
moaned.
"Such a pretty instrument.  Perhaps we will hire it out.  But that is in
the future.  Now, I would see your ass.  Bruno, Fergus."
The two large men appeared from the shadows and unshackled Chad.  Chad
had studied self defense, but he knew when he had no chance.  Each took
one of his arms and held him , as Travis walked behind him.  He winced
again, as he felt Travis' hand squeezing each side of his ass.
"Nice.  It could stand some more development, but... nice."
"Why the hell don't you look for one that meets your standards?"  Chad
spit out.
Travis held Chad's chin and smiled.
"Because training the reluctant can be so, so hot.... And they don't come
more reluctant than you."  He reached down and took Chad's cock in his
hand again.  "Or do they?"  Chad whined.  He wanted to struggle, but the
grip on his cock was strong.
"Please let me go.  PLEASE.  Someone will find me. I'll just leave.  No
trouble.  I don't know where I am, just... just put a sack on my head and
bring me back."
"That is not an option Chadwick.  To the contrary.  No one will find
you.  Not until you have become totally and completely accepting of what
is your new life.  Bruno."  Fergus pinned both of Chad's arms, as Bruno
took off his shirt to show Chad the "S" on his shoulder.
"Fergus and Bruno are my slaves.  They serve a purpose different than
you.  Eventually, you will wear the S as well. And there is NOTHING you
can do about it."
Chad could barely move in Fergus' grip.  He had noticed previously that
his pockets were empty.  His phone, his wallet, his identification:  they
were all gone.  Even if he COULD get out of this place.  What could he
do.
"Were I so inclined Chadwick, Bruno and Fergus could very easily prepare
you for the taking.  " He pointed to a table, and now Fergus and Bruno
dragged Chad over to the table, forcing him on his belly.  Travis kicked
his feet apart.   He heard but did not see Travis' zipper open.
"Yes, I could take you right now.  But I choose not to do that Chadwick.
I will wait until you ask, or more properly, BEG to be taken."
"DREAM ON BIG BOY"  Chad laughed.  He saw Travis smile.
"The dungeon is not the most comfortable room in this house.  Other rooms
are much more... enjoyable. "  Travis pushed buttons on the "remote"
again, and Chad saw the interior of several of the rooms in the house,
including Travis' plush bedroom, and a luxurious bathroom.
"A waspy fellow like you, Chadwick, will desire a warm bath sooner rather
than later, and a comfortable bed.  Until you do, you will remain here.
You will be well fed.
"I don't eat red meat"  Chad muttered.
"You seemed to do fine with pink meat, but I understand Chadwick.  Cook
will provide for you.  " He paused.  "Bruno and Fergus will be available
at all times, in order to address your questions, or to bring them to
me.  But you will remain here, until we make some progress.  " He
smiled.  "The first bit of progress is perhaps a mountain, but perhaps
not.  You will remain here, until you ask if you may share my bed.   This
does NOT mean give yourself to me:  far from it.  I will make that
determination.  But when you are ready for that, you will be released
from the dungeon.  Until then.  RELEASE HIM"  Bruno  and Fergus let go of
Chad's arms and Travis folded his own.
"STRIP.  Every bit of clothing.  While you are in the dungeon, you will
be naked. "  Chad looked at Bruno and Fergus and saw no chance.  He
slipped out of his shirt, and then his shoes, his socks, his slacks.  He
stood there naked, his hands cupped in front of his crotch.
"How modest.  So Wasplike.  Typical of a New England boy."
"How did he know?  SHIT, he went through my wallet papers."  Chad
thought.
"We will leave you here to consider your options Chadwick.  I have plenty
of time, as do you.  The difference is, of course, I have a soft bed, a
lovely shower, and daylight.  Gents..."  They began walking to the door
of the dungeon.
"NO!  NO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Travis looked at him.
"In the past, I would leave my slaves to be chained.  I find this much
more effective. "  Chad ran toward the door and stopped when he saw the
look Bruno gave him.  He heard the locks thrown on the door and then, he
was alone.
Chad found a supply of candles , and one match.  He deduced that he was
supposed to use the light from one candle to light others as he needed
them.  He found a sink where he could wash his face, and a primitive
toilet system.  No shower.  No windows.  There was a cot, and a blanket
that reminded him of the blankets he had seen in prisons when he had
volunteered.
"Home," he muttered.  He was surprised he wasn't colder.  He didn't know
that Travis kept the dungeon at an ambient temperature.
Outside of the dungeon, Travis laughed with Bruno and  Fergus.
"How long do  you think, gents?"
"Six  days Sir,"  said Bruno.
"I think he's tougher.  I'd say 9" was Fergus' answer.
"You're both wrong.  He didn't even struggle when you held him on the
table.  He understands his position.  Three days, maximum.
Bruno was right.  It took three days before Chad gave in.  He found a
small stash of books, but the light was not good, and the books all
seemed to be torture manuals.  He stopped reading them when he found that
he was getting a hard on from one of them.
They fed him three times a day.  The food was basic, plentiful, and
filling.  When he asked if he could be given tea instead of coffee,  the
response was  "what type would you like, and do you take sugar?  cream?
lemon?"
He missed playing squash.  He missed teaching.  He missed fussing about
how to dress.  Mostly though, he missed light, and being clean.  Every
day, for about half an hour, the video screen would turn on and Chad
would see a video of the various rooms in the house.  And then, after
that, Travis would re-screen the blow job.
"I can't believe I did that"  Chad shook his head.  His hair, always
oily, was getting dirty and it itched.   It was the thought of a bath
that did it.   He went to the door one late afternoon.
"Fergus?  Bruno?"
"It's Bruno Chad.  What do you need."  Chad's voice broke.
"Could you tell Sir Travis that... I give.  Please may I sleep with
him."
"I will bring the message."  He heard Bruno's footsteps going up the
stairs.  In about fifteen minutes, he heard two sets. Bruno and Travis.
"You are ready?"
"Yes, Master Travis"  Chad answered in a very low voice.
"Then we will prepare you."    Bruno handed him a white cotton robe, and
a pair of sandals.   "There will be better once we have you cleaned
properly, Chadwick.  It is early enough in the day such that we may
dine.  " He turned to Fergus.  "Would you bring him to the bathroom?"
"Of course, Sir.  Brother Chad, will you come with us?"
"Brother?"  Bruno smiled.  "You are on the path to becoming one of us.
It will not be long before you wear the "S" on your right shoulder as
well as we do.
Chad realized he was right.
"There are attendants, Chadwick, and they will assist you if you like, or
of course, you may have your privacy."
"Thank you Master Travis," Chad played along.  "I prefer my privacy."
"Please take as much time as you like.  Supper will be served in two
hours, but I believe you will be fully cleaned by then."
"Yes sir.  I had a large family and I'm used to quick bathing"
"Four brothers, three sisters.  You certainly did.  As the third child,
you DID have to wait.  I will be in the living quarters.  I have taken
the liberty of  providing clothing for you that I trust  you will find
acceptable.  When you've washed, and dressed,  Magnus, the top floor
attendant, will lead you to the lounge where we will chat before
dinner."
Sinking into the tub, Chad almost fell asleep.  His muscles, his bones,
ached.  He poured water over his hair and began scrubbing it.  He laughed
as the dirty water came off of his curly locks.
"WAY better than any hotel I stayed in," he thought, and then realized:
he was a prisoner.  He was this man's property.  And when he thought of
that, his cock stiffened.

III  RAMON AND GUSTAV

Gustav preferred his men young:  18-25 was his "sweet spot," although if
a man were older, and looked like he would pass as 25, he would think
about it.  Ramon, at 22, fit his age profile to a "T".  He was also tall,
lean, muscular, and Latino.  Four more boxes, checked.
Ramon's beauty had taken Gustav's breath away.  The low price at which he
was offered took it away again:  while his father had not approved of
much of Gustav's choices, or of Gustav himself, he would have smiled at
Gustav's logic in securing the bargain he did.  "Buy don't rent," his
father had taught him.  Gustav had done just that.  "Quality, not
quantity" .  Of that, Gustav laughed.  The "quantity" would come with how
often he planned to use this boy:  WAY more than he had the gardener.
He had started right away:  before the spell of the camera had worn off.
Yes, Ramon seemed out of it, but his ass was pretty, his chest was
shaven, and when he was tied down... Gustav's 48 year old cock had "risen
from the dead" as one "date" had described it.  Penetrating the young man
as he had, he assumed that there would be signs of pain, or of
discomfort, or something.  There was none of that.  Further, while the
boy was tight, he was not as tight as Gustav had experienced with
virgins. To be sure, he hadn't asked if the lad were a virgin and while
he would have preferred it if he were, it wasn't as important as Ramon's
overall looks.
"Swimmer.  Or Diver.  Central America, not South America.  European blood
mixed in."  Gustav took a very intellectual approach to his domination,
and the fact that Ramon probably was not a virgin was something he
could... use.  He had already decided how.
That first fuck had been inspiring.  Gustav had not had a man so
downright gorgeous in a long, LONG time.  Thinking about that first one,
and how fast it had gone, resurrected him again.  Ramon was sleeping,
tied up on the bed when Gustav  "went back for seconds."  By then,
however, Ramon had begun coming out of the effect of the photo.  He was
looking at the wrist restraints, and pulling, when Gustav came in.
"Hey... Hey... What the... I mean, dude, this is kinda kinky but... where
am I."
"He talks too much"  Gustav thought.
"Not important Ramon.  "
"Hey, how the hell do you know my name?"
"In due time, in due time"  Ramon was ripping a piece of white microfoam
tape off of a roll.  "Nice and big.   For a big mouth."  He slapped it
across Ramon's mouth, and now, Ramon started to get scared.
"MMMFMEMGOMMMMMMMMMMFFFFF"  Ramon tried to scream "LET ME GO"  and
couldn't get it out.
"I think I'll untie your feet this time.
"THIS TIME?"  Ramon thought.  "Is that why I'm sore?  YEAH, FUCK.  I'm
more sore than that coach when... OH SHIT."  When Gustav "rose from the
dead"  he rose big time.  His dick was not long, but it was thick:  very
thick.
"Feels like a goddamned soda can"  Gustav thought   "Or that time with
Sonia when she used that... OOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK"  Gustav had begun to
slide the "soda can"  back and forth.
"The old fart is strong,"  Ramon thought as he felt Gustav's hands on his
ankles.  He saw the smile on Gustav's face.
"Glad he's enjoying it.  "  Ramon thought.  Gustav was looking at the
rakish way Ramon's hair fell over his left eye.  He wanted to kiss him
but... "not yet"  he thought, and pushed in as far as he could.
"He's not gonna get the spot"  Ramon was thinking.  His "g spot"  as
Sonia called it, was WAY up inside him:  maybe because he was so tall.
The only other way this guy was gonna make him REALLY moan was...
"SHIT IS HE READING MY MIND"  Gustav had bent down and began licking at
one of Ramon's nipples.  He could feel his prize beginning to get hard
himself.  That was fine, but if this boy thought he was going to cum...
THAT  was not happening.
"If you think I'm going to let you shoot, you are mistaken,"  he
whispered to Ramon.  "Am I  clear.... SLUT?"  Gustav's instincts told
him:  it was a loaded word for this man.  It was.  Ramon began pitching
his hips up.  He didn't know how he had gotten tied up, and he didn't
really care at that moment.  He just wanted the nipple lipping and... the
fucking to go on.  This was better than with the coach.  But who was this
guy?  He had never seen him again.  What the....
Ramon felt the flow of liquid in his ass.  Coach hadn't cum in him:  he
would pull out and shoot over his face.  This was:  different.  The man
was treating him like... well, the way he treated Sonia.  Except... Ramon
LET Sonia cum.  He liked watching it happen.
Gustav lifted himself from Ramon's body.
"My my, Ramon, you ARE on the gifted side aren't you, in so many ways."
"mmmmmmmmmmmmph"  Ramon needed to cum.  He couldn't reach his cock, there
was no friction and he was desperate.
"You want release young man, do you?"  Ramon shook his head yes.
"We will consider it later."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  Gustav got up and left the room.  Ramon kept
on trying to scream after him, but it did no good.
The loud moans persisted for about half an hour, then they subsided, and
stopped.
"He's probably sleeping,"  Gustav thought.  "He shouldn't be gagged when
he's asleep."  He went back into the bedroom.  He looked at Ramon and
smiled.
"He is SO beautiful.  SO SO LOVELY.  " He reached down to try to take the
tape off without waking Ramon.  He did not succeed.  Ramon began to
struggle, but it was ok.  Gustav had a plan and he removed the tape.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU OLD MAN?  WHY DO YOU HAVE ME TIED UP?  HOW DID I
GET HERE?  " Ramon was strong, and he fought the restraints, but Gustav
had stuck with quality.  Ramon was tiring himself out, and had made no
progress.
"I will ask the questions young man.  You will get answers as we
proceed.  You may call me Sir.  That is all you need to know right now.
And you are tied up because... as you will agree, I am sure, you are not
quite prepared to do as you are told."
"DAMN RIGHT ABOUT THAT FUCKER.  HOW DID I GET HERE?"
"Oh, that's an easy one Ramon.  You were for sale?"
"WHAT?  WHAT THE...."   He didn't remember:  had he gone on the escort
service again and offered himself?  But he always offered himself as "The
Latino top of your dreams"  He had just gotten fucked, and probably had
before that too.
"WHO SOLD ME?  WHAT SITE? "
Gustav smiled.  "I did not rent you Ramon.  I BOUGHT YOU.  I own you
now."
"THE FUCKING HELL YOU DO. LET ME GO NOW OLD MAN.   THE SCHOOL WILL LOOK
FOR ME."
"It is spring break, Ramon.  Everyone will think  you're vacationing
somewhere and, in a way, you are. "
The guy was right:  he had told people he wanted some time away from
school, from Sonia, everyone. Everything.  He didn't expect... this.
"What do you want?  What do you want?"
"Oh, you know what I want, Ramon.  There are so many words for it.
Perhaps you'd like to think of it as becoming my assistant. "
"NO THANK YOU."
"I'm afraid that if that doesn't suit you Ramon, there are other less
savory terms.  We will come to one.  But now, I have a question for you,
my handsome lad.   What I just did to you..
"You mean FUCK me?"
"Yes, that will do.  I am clearly not the first one who did.  Who, as the
Americans say  'popped your cherry.' "
"NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. "
Gustav looked at him.  He repeated.  "Such a beautiful boy.  And
especially... such beautiful feet.   Swimmer's feet.  Feet used to good
treatment.  Soft feet.  So vulnerable to tickling.
"NO!  NO!  DONT DO THAT NO. NO.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA.  Even though struggling
against the ropes had exhausted him, Ramon fought as Gustav's manicured
nails moved up and down his soles.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP. I'LL TELL YOU. I'LL TELL YOU WHO IT
WAS.  JUST STOP. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. "
"I will give you a five minute break after you tell me, but you have lost
your opportunity to avoid this. "
"It was... It was my coach.  Senior year.  High school.  Eighteenth
birthday party.  The minute I was legal.  I... I seduced him.  I thought
I wouldn't make the team."
"And you did?"
"Yeah, I did. "
Gustav smiled and dug his fingers into Ramon's ribs.  "THAT IS
EXCELLENT.  I think you are going to be even more suitable than I
thought.  You CLEARLY understand how the world works. "
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA.  YOU PLANNING ON PIMPING ME?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."   Gustav stopped.
"Actually, pimping you was the last thing on my mind, Ramon.  I have ,
again as the  Americans say  "bigger fish to fry" as you will find out.
For now, though, you are going to learn a bit of what I mean."  He ran
his finger around the tip of Ramon's cock, and pre-cum gushed out.
"You surely realize that  you no longer have control of how and when you
have orgasms."
"Yeah, I figured that. "  He felt Gustav's finger circle his navel.
"And you have surely figured that your last answer is not acceptable."
"Ramon tried to stop lauging and failed.
"Yes sir.  Yes.  It was inappropriate.  I'm sorry Sir."  Gustav smiled.
"MUCH BETTER.  Here is the deal.  You've excited me again.  So... if you
ask me to fuck you, I will permit you to cum.  I will even watch you and
assist you.  After that, we shall discuss next steps.
Ramon was quiet for a minute.  Then, in a low voice : "we have a deal
Sir.  FUCK ME.  Please, FUCK ME."
How he got it up a third time without chemical help was something Gustav
didn't know.  It never happened again, even with Ramon, but the coke can
grew and.... Ramon was moaning, and moaning hard as his owner fucked him
again.  There WAS less jizz this time, and it was faster, but it was
legitimate.
"Now, it is YOUR turn Ramon.  How would you climax. Shall I do it for
you?" Ramon smiled.
"Yes sir.  Yes.   "
"I will.  While I kiss you." Ramon gulped.  He had fucked with men, but
never kissed.  Still, as Gustav's lips touched his, he felt his cock get
even harder than it was.  It wasn't long until he was shooting cum
everywhere.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH.  I didn't... I didn't expect that." he  almost purred.
"Sir, my arms.  My legs they're...
"They're exhausted.  Yes, that is understandable.  "  He picked up a
phone.
"Max,  Ramon can use a massage before bed.  Please come to the training
room."
In half an hour, Ramon was receiving the best massage he had ever had.
And within an hour, he was sleeping in Gustav's arms.
"Tomorrow, you will work out at the pool.  Yes, there is a pool in the
complex Ramon.  Then we will find suitable apparel for you.  My new
assistant has to dress appropriately."

IV  STEVE AND CRUSHER

Crusher had waited until Steve had recovered and became somewhat aware of
what had happened.  He didn't know Crusher was in the corner of the
room.  He rubbed the back of his head.
"Shit.  Did I get knocked out? " He looked around.  "I know this room.
I've been here.   Wait..." He spun around and saw ... Crusher.
"HOLY SHIT.  You're back. "
"I am"  a big smile played across Crusher's face.  "And who woulda
guessed I'd find you right away. "
Steve bolted for the door, and ran into Crusher.
"Where you going, handsome?  Where's my own private James West going?"
"As far away from you as possible!"
"NAH.  Where you're going is underneath me.  Get outta your shorts.  Then
get on the bed.  Face down."
Steve couldn't ignore his hard on.  He knew Crusher saw it too.  He
muttered  "yes sir,"  before he slipped them off.
"DAMN, that ass is as gorgeous as it ever was."  Crusher slipped manacles
on each of steve's wrists.  He pushed his legs WAY up on the bed so that
steve's ass was wide open.
"Third time is gonna be the charm, lover boy."  steve knew what to expect
from his gifted Top Man Master.  There was no finesse, there was no
technique, there was just hard, straight on FUCKING, with his earlobes
being nibbled, and his tits being squeezed from below.
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK SIR.  MORE .  MORE.   GOD.... "  It wasn't long before
the jizz started pouring into him.  He was hard, but he knew... Crusher
unchained steve's wrists and rolled him over.  Then he squeezed his balls
until steve's erection went down.
KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN BITCH. I WANT YOU TO SEE ME PUT IT ON."
"yes sir."  steve watched as the dreaded cage went on his cock.  "Now,
let's have some more fun.  LOOK at that forest.  You haven't been
shaving."
"No Sir. Please.  Not.. I'm not ready..."
"I am.  Who gets what he wants, steve?"
"You do, Sir.
"EXACTLY .  Just get on the bed.  Keep your arms to your sides. You know
the drill.
"Yes sir."  Crusher smiled.  He liked using the straight edge and creme,
rather than the clippers.  steve, already hard in the cage, was moaning
more.
"Please Sir.  Don't you need to do my... my pubes."
"Ha ha.  Nice try, bitch boy.  Next time.  For now... your chest, your
pits... more than enough.  Just let you know... I'm in charge again."
"yes sir.  I understand.  "   When he was done, Crusher looked at steve.
"You know, I think this time... I'm not gonna wait.  Tomorrow, you get
pierced.
steve gulped.  He could explain a shaved chest.  But a pierced nipple...
He knew better than to beg though.
"yes sir. "
"After work.  You're going back to work tomorrow."
Crusher got horny in the middle of the night and fucked steve again.
steve was sore when he got back to his post.
"HEY"  his commander looked at him.  "Were you sick?  You were gone a
couple days without explanation."
"Sorry Sir.  I was... how do I explain it?  I think I ate something bad
and... well, I was too sick to get to a hospital and, by the time I felt
well enough to call my doctor, he told me to just let it pass.
"Well, we're glad to have you back.  Listen, I know from your file that
you were experienced in missing persons cases.  And we have two.  A
swimmer: his girlfriend hasn't heard from him in 3 days, and a
professor.
"Captain, am I wrong, or isn't it spring break?"  The captain smiled.
"It is.  Let's just keep them as open investigations, and if they don't
come back after break, we'll investigate more deeply."
"It wasn't just me, then,"  steve thought.  "What happened?  What do I
have in common with....?"  He had to think about this. But he got a
call.  It was Crusher.
"Yes sir."
"We have an appointment.  6pm.  My BITCH is gonna get pierced.
"yes sir," he answered, "looking forward to it."  And he was.