A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 3

From Steve Wilcox's point of view. 

I can't believe that lucky bastard TJ fucked William right there in front of everyone and then had him suck his cock clean.  If I thought that Joe was hard from dancing I think that now he was leaking with envy.  He is one hot ticket and he seems so confident and assured that I am not sure that he is a bottom.  He was not scared off by feeling my cock rubbing against him while we danced.  We seem to have the same interests, so I have asked him back to my room as we crossed the street and he accepted.

We entered in and I offered him a drink, which he accepted; and sat on the sofa.  I brought him the wine and fixed myself one as well.  We sat on either end of a sofa, facing each other and continued our conversation of getting to know each other.  We had a lot in common in that we both acknowledged that we were gay, although he said that he had never been with another guy.  I asked him how or why he thought he was gay and he said from watching movies, reading books and from having fucked himself on an anal plug and dildo for several years.  I told him of both my jobs and that I was ready to settle down with one guy.  I did in fact have a job that brought me into contact with the sexual equipment of slaves; they did suck me and sometimes caused me to have an orgasm and I also taught slave etiquette which included the slave having to take my cock anally. I seldom had an orgasm during that phase of the lessons, primarily because I had already shot off during the oral exercise.  I assured him that while it was enjoyable it was not fulfilling.

I stood to get us another glass of wine, and he stood at the same time and followed me into the kitchen area.  He said, "You know, who ever designed these 'apartments' really did a good job; while there is a small kitchen you are encouraged to either eat in the communal room or, to have the cooked food delivered to the apartment, there was still the option to have a quiet dinner alone..  We stood close to each other as we talked, and I asked him if he had enjoyed the evening.

"I really had an enjoyable time.  The band played the kind of music that I like to both listen to as well as dance to; I only wished it had lasted longer."

Steve went over to his entertainment center and pushed several buttons causing CDs by the same groups whose music had been played earlier.  He held out his hand to me and took me into his arms.  I snuggled into him putting both my hands on his back; he put his on my butt, pulling me into his pelvic area.  I could feel him firm up as I instantly became stiff.  I moaned as we rocked slowly around the room.  At one point he pulled his head back and leaned down, staring into my eyes as he softly kissed me.  I could feel his cock rubbing against me; he was hard but no harder than I was.  We danced, joined at the crotch, while he pulled his head back looking at me.  He had his hands on my ass, rubbing it and feeling his fingers in my crack. I unbuttoned his shirt, licking his chest and pulling on his chest hair with my teeth.  I felt him put his hands down the back of my pants, his finger tips pulling the hair in my crack and feeling my globes.  Having taken his shirt off I reached between us and unbuckled his belt causing his pants to fall to the floor.  He stepped out of them, laughing at me, when suddenly he let his fingers pull my ass cheeks apart and his finger went directly to my hole.  Out of instinct I pulled away from his fingers, just as his cock came out of the fly of his boxers.

He licked my ear as he whispered, "Take your choice:  my cock or my fingers."

I reached up to whisper back, "I want both, but not tonight."

"Dr. Taylor sent out a memo that he had made you an offer to join us here at the facility.  I hope that you are giving it serious consideration."

"I am.  I am just undecided and don't know what to do.  It is a big decision."

"What are the good points for staying at the hospital where you are?"

"That really is not an option.  My residency is up and I have my resume out to a number of hospitals; I am being recruited by several others that are in small rural areas, which would be a general practice.  My problem is that Tom needs to get an answer as this facility and the adjunct services are growing so quickly that it is impossible for him to do the planning, the implementing, and the medical all at the same time."

"What are the down sides to taking one of the rural positions?"

"Have you ever thought about being a gay professional in a rural community?"

"That would not be a very good idea, on top of which the chances of you finding another gay professional would be small."

"That is correct.  By the same token I do not want to simply become another faceless doctor in a huge market like Atlanta; I want a family practice; I want to be able to know my patients."

"Well, what does that leave you?"

"That is a good question."

"Well, what is it that you want?  If you could write your own job description what would it be?"

"I would like a job that is in medicine; a small general practice; I want to have a lifetime relationship that includes having children and be able to spend time with them and my partner."

"Have you spoken with Tom as to what your job description would be?"

"That is the problem.  He wants me to start a private practice to serve the gay community, and to serve on the staff here."

"What is the problem?"

"There is not one other than trying to find a life partner."

"Aren't you going to have that challenge regardless of where you go?"

"That's true."

About that time we went back to kissing and groping. We sank to the floor, with Joe on the bottom and me on the top.  I was smothering him with kisses, licks to the neck and ear.  I could tell we were both hard and leaking.

From Joe Black's point of view.

I wanted to continue our make-out session, and even though he was hot, I was not going to try and go all the way on the first date.  I broke our kissing and said, "Steve, I like you very much and I want to see you again, but having said that, let's talk about how far we go tonight."

"Not a problem Joe.  Even if my size was not an issue I would never try and go all the way on the first date.  I do want to go far enough that you are given a clear message that I want to see you again and I want to pursue this relationship."

"With that understanding being the same as mine, would it be ok if I spent the night with you?  I have never done that and I want to experience what William experiences with TJ."

"Nothing would give me more pleasure.  You have to be warned, however, that I sleep in the nude and I may have an 'accident' during the night, but it won't be anything a bath and a change of the sheets can't rectify."

"That would be perfect because I have to figure out a way to get home tomorrow in time to take my night shift."

He let me borrow his tooth brush and we got into his bed naked.  He pulled me into him so that my butt was up against his junk.  His cock is awesome; big, thick, uncut, leaking, and encased between my thighs.  His legs are so hairy as is his chest.  I don't think that there is any part of him that is not densely covered in fur.  His right arm went under me and his left came over the top of me, both holding me securely in his arms.  His left hand slowly snuck its way south until it hit my ten inch long narrow cock.  It doesn't have a big head and it is not thick but I thought that the damn thing was long until I saw Steve.  I have what I thought was a hairy chest and legs, but I am not in the same league with Steve.  I said to him that if he kept it up I was going to cum and he said that was the idea.

Two can play that game.  I lifted my left leg like a scissor and reached down and took hold of his tree trunk, put it between my thighs but below my sack and tightly closed my legs.  I then started fucking him causing him to moan.  We both came and we both gathered some of the other's cum to taste.  After kissing we slept; it was one of the most restful night's sleep I have ever enjoyed.  It was this situation that I wanted out of life.

When we woke the next morning, we lay in each other's arms lightly kissing and stroking each other until we came again.  We showered and then went to the communal breakfast at which time I learned that TJ and William were going home after William finished helping Richard and Bob with the slaves in training and they offered to drop me off.  They lived south and west of Savannah and while I was not on the way it was only a short deviation from their route.  I spoke with Tom and told him that if he still wanted me I would like to accept his offer.  I told him I would call him as soon as I found out when the hospital at home released me; I found Steve, said good-bye, kissed him, and told him I would call him as soon as I got home.

From Trainer Richard's point of view.

TJ told me of the conversation with William yesterday afternoon and we agreed that the issue needed to be addressed.  It had been an interesting on-the-job education about voluntary enslavement.  Dr. Taylor had such insight.  He had counseled us continuously that a master (or in this case all of us freemen at the facility) had a huge responsibility to the slave on an on-going basis.  By that I mean that each slave was different and had different needs; that each guy had different reasons for enslaving themselves, and that is one of the reasons that Dr. Taylor would never allow more than twelve slaves in training at any one time.

At any rate apparently William had some problem in servicing freemen other than TJ.  That reaction was understandable as William apparently was happily married until a matter of several months ago when his wife was killed.  His performance with Steve was remarkable and Bob and I were fortunate enough to have our trainees witness it.  This morning we are going to give the trainees a "treat" at William's expense and take that "issue" that William has and turn it into an asset.

It was a perfect example of what I meant that a master had an on-going responsibility to the volunteer slave.  It was obvious that William, deep in his psyche, either does not think that he is gay, or that if he is gay, then he is gay only for TJ.  Apparently sucking Steve's weapon and allowing Steve to fuck him was for educational purposes only.

"Alright, Trainer Richard and I have a treat for you this morning.  Y'all have done well, and let it never be said that a slave's life is all work and no play.  You do a good job, and you will get back what you have invested into the master/slave relationship.  As you are painfully aware, none of you has been allowed to cum for almost ten days.  This morning we are going to change that; or at least for the sake of your asses you had better change that.  Trainer Richard will be here shortly with William.  William is going to give each of you a blow job; you have five minutes' use of his mouth; in that five minutes you have to cum; if you don't cum in the allotted time you will be given fifty lashes with the belt; William will be instructed to show us the cum before he swallows; we will start with you, number seven, as you have the shortest cock and work our way to the largest.  Now, when you have gotten your nut, you need to catch your breath, as when the last guy has nutted, or an hour max, you will fuck him for five minutes and in that five minutes you need to cum in him.  When you finish with the fucking exercise then you need to be able to prove to me that me or Richard that you in fact bred him.  Again if you aren't able to you will receive fifty lashes.  Any questions?"

"Sir, yes, Sir."

"What?"

"Sir, if we think that we aren't going to be able to nut can we help out by jacking it, Sir?"

"Yes, number three, as long as you get your nut and your cock and sperm end up in the slave you can lend a hand."

From Slave William's point of view.

I had a good time last night.  Massa certainly had us put on display.  I can't believe that not only did I go along with it but that I got off on it.  I mean how many times have you ever heard about a guy getting his nut on the dance floor?  When I got up this morning and administered my enemas, showered etc. and while packing what we were going to need to for a couple of days, Massa came in and said let's go get breakfast.

"I need to service you this morning."

"Nope, we will take care of that when we get home."

We went down to the communal breakfast at which time Massa Richard asked Massa if I could help him with the trainee slaves for a couple of hours.  Massa said yes, so I left him.

We went to the smaller of the training rooms where Massa Bob was with the twelve slaves, when Massa Richard touched me on the arm, giving me the signal to give a blow job.  Persons not in the master/slave fraternity don't appreciate the fact that when a slave is given the signal it then has to figure out from the master's look and the given situation when and how to carry out the instructions.  In this instance it Massa Richard indicated with his hand that we would use the sofa, so I removed my pouch and knelt in front of the sofa waiting for him to sit.  Instead, one of the slaves in training came over and sat on the sofa, spreading its legs and presenting me with his cock.

I started to say something, when Trainers Richard knelt down beside me and whispered in my ear, "Take this cock in your mouth now all the way to the root.  When you get it there simply hold it and breathe through your nose."

I did so.

He continued whispering to me, "Don't you say a word.  You are nothing but a fucking slave.  A slave that is so low you would even suck the cum out of the smallest and most insignificant cock in the class.  As you know, some of these poor bastards may never cum again; that depends on their master.  All right; if you do a bad job and the slave doesn't get his nut in five minutes then the slave is going to pull out and he will receive fifty lashes because of you."

I felt awful.  First, here I am sucking off some guy I have never met; if I don't do a good job and make him cum he is going to get fifty lashes that will be my fault;  what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Thankfully I finished off the first guy in less than a minute.  He barely had inserted his cock and when I lathered my tongue over the head when he let out a yell and flooded my mouth.

Richard told me to open my mouth and let him see the white little baby makers before I swallowed it.

The second slave came over and sat on the sofa and Massa Richard indicated that I was to repeat the process.  He knelt down beside me and whispered in my ear, "You are going to suck all twelve of these guys, swallowing their sperm."

I did and thankfully all twelve easily made the five minute time limit.  When done, I looked at Massa Richard and was allowed to stand.  I looked at the trainees, embarrassed, quickly lowering my gaze to the floor.  Hell, even these guys were higher on the poll than I was.  Massa Richard signaled me to take the position to allow a man to fuck me.  I looked at him and he indicated the same bench used by Massa Steve yesterday.  I went over to it and waited.

Massa Bob said, "All right guys we are going in the same order; smallest cock to the largest cock; you have five minutes; don't nut and you get fifty lashes; it is up to you to prove that you have spermed in his pussy; time starts now."

I lay down on my back and the first guy pushed in.  Because of his size there was no pain; I simply lay there; this time I did not have to take an active role.

Massa Richard came over and stopped the process, telling the trainee to get up.  He then knelt beside me and whispered in my ear, "Slave, you are fucking up big time. You have been told to fuck this guy; that means that you make it good for him; you know that you will be given the signal from time to time and you will respond as you have been taught;  you have to know that none of us are ever going to simply prostitute you out to any John on the street; first we love you; and, second, you are too valuable."

By this time William was leaking tears down his cheeks, so I continued, "Yesterday you gave up your safe word and you thought that you had nothing left; that you had given it all; I think that you said you were all in; well it is obvious that you weren't; before you are done this morning you will be further down the path; you have to trust us; we have told you over and over that you are special; that you are the best slave we have ever had; Dr. Tom has told TJ he wants you both here in a special position here at the facility; and TJ has decided that it is best for the both of you.  Part of your service here at the facility is to respond as you have been taught and that includes your fucking and sucking or whatever it is you are told to do.  You know that Dr. Tom makes anyone coming in here subject themselves to the most recent and current testing to be sure that there are no sexually transmitted diseases;  now show this trainee what a good fuck this is.  Did it ever occur to you that it is one thing for a trainer like, Bob, Steve and I to tell these poor bastards what to do, but how the hell do we show them?  Well the answer is by using your asshole.  I want you to let them sink into you like you were a bowl of cream, and then on the pull out I want them to have to work up a sweat.  Now there may be one or two who simply can't fuck you because they are such bottoms; in that case try and help them out.  Think about it; we started with the guy with the smallest cock so you could get use to it; we know what we are doing; if we wanted to simply mess with you we would have let the biggest cock simply tear you apart.  You know that; now stop acting like a cunt and start acting like the incredible slave that you can be."

The first guy came back over, his cock had wilted; I took it into my mouth causing him to instantly firm up, led him back to my asshole and fucked him in short order.  You have never heard such noise; I was covered in sweat; you may not realize it but sexual intercourse is hard work, especially if you are doing it from the perspective of trying to please your partner rather than simply doing it to feel good.  In fact there were four guys who could not get it up enough to put it in me, so between the two of us we sucked and jerked them hard and to an orgasm; they spermed on my hole instead of in it. 

When the last trainee sank into William, I walked over to Bob and said, "William is amazing.  Did you see him look each guy in the eye and smile as he sucked them clean?"

Steve came and took the trainees away as Massa Bob and Massa Richard helped me up off of the bench.  Massa Bob said, "Do you feel alright?"

"Yes, Massa Bob."

"All right, but let me know.  Sometimes when you take that much protein or sperm at one time it can upset your stomach.  You know you did a hell of a job.  The trainees learned a lot about technique from both, the blow jobs as well as the fucking.  Thank you."

"Massa Bob and Richard, thank you.  I continue to learn a lot; I had no idea that this mental block was in me and I never realized how much you all care."

"William go into the bathroom with Richard.  I am going to find TJ and tell him you will be ready in fifteen or twenty minutes."

Richard took me to the adjoining bathroom, and took off his clothes, had me stand in the shower as he gently washed me, starting with my hair.  He was standing behind me and when he had rinsed the shampoo out he rubbed in conditioner, and then taking a soft washcloth he washed me with body wash, paying special attention to my cock and balls.  I could feel a tingling and moaned.  He took some wash and put it on a finger and very gently inserted it into me; I pushed back on his finger and moved so that he struck my prostate; with his finger on my prostate I leaned back against him and moaned.  He inserted a nozzle into my puffy ass.  "Damn those guys worked your pussy lips over; they are all puffy and red, but we will fix that."

It is hard to accept that this master helped a slave like Massa Richard was helping me; he didn't put gloves on; the water was warm and it was with care and concern that he cleaned me out and when done took one of the bulbs filled it with warm water and a sweet smelling douche and finished my insides.  He then used a large warm towel to dry me, had me lay on the bench, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and applied cream on the outside as well as on the inside of my anus.  When done, I stood and he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "TJ is one lucky bastard."

 From Dr. Tom Taylor's point of view.

My plans are coming together.  If I can get William and TJ to figure out what they are going to do everything would be well on the way to resolution.  If I can get Joe hooked up with Steve they would both be content.  I need to get William on staff; it is clear to me now that having someone who sees the operation from the slave's perspective is absolutely critical and we need a lawyer to serve the gay community.  It is also clear that this enterprise is about to be so successful as to strain our abilities to meet the demand with the current staff.  I want a place where gays can see the professionals that are in tune with their clients/patients.  I think that with this economy the demand by people who have been wiped to be indentured servants called a voluntary slave for a set term or a life time of slavery is going to be staggering.  Already we have people who have passed the bar exam that cannot find a job; accountants that have the CPA designation that have no demand; what are these people going to do to earn a living? To pay their health care costs? To pay their student loans?

I checked on Chris and found that he is doing well.  I alerted the State Patrol that he will be released for desk duty in ten days and back to normal activity in a month.  From what William tells me he has no residual psych problems.  The only problem is the patient wanting to sleep with his master.  I have agreed to allow them to sleep together with certain restrictions: no sleep face down; no sleeping with Charles on top of Chris; no sexual intercourse.  If Chris wants to perform oral sex on Charles there is no objection, but Charles is not allowed to masturbate Chris.

From Dr. Joe Black's point of view.

I enjoyed my car ride with William and TJ.  They are a neat couple; TJ is a really fun guy who is madly in love with William.  William is pumping me for information about how my evening went with Steve.  "So tell me Dr. Black … is he as good a dancer as he appears to be?  Y'all certainly seemed to be snuggling out on the floor last night?"

"He is a great dancer.  Now, William, if I tell you, both of you have to take an oath of secrecy."

"Absolutely, won't we Massa?"

"Yes."

"Well I went back to his room with him last night.  We had a couple of glasses of wine, danced a little and talked a lot.  We snuggled and slept together but with the agreement that neither of us would take it beyond just snuggling and kissing."

"So are you going to accept Dr. Tom's offer?"

"Do you think I should?"

"Yes."

Well, I got home changed into my hospital attire and arrived early so that I was there in time to go to HR.  I told them that I would like to be released as soon as possible and was told that the end of this night's shift would be my last.  I was surprised but happily so.  I called Dr. Tom and told him and he said they would be ready for me.  I called Steve and talked with him.  Our conversation was like two lovers. He offered to take a couple of days off and drive down and help me pack and move.  We agreed that he would put in for his leave and call me tomorrow afternoon which would give me time to get some sleep and him to get his administrative clearances.

The next afternoon at 4 o'clock I was awakened by someone knocking on my door.  There stood Steve; to say I was surprised would be an understatement.  I let him in and he took me in his arms hugging me and kissing me all over.  I asked him what he was doing here and he told me that he had come to help me pack and move.  I was so glad to see him.  We went to the storage locker near my apartment so that I could purchase boxes.  I did not have that much stuff — this being my first apartment — so we agreed that between my car, Steve's truck and a small trailer we would have plenty of room.

From Steve Wilcox's point of view. 

I was so happy to be here with Joe.  After getting the boxes into the apartment, we opened a bottle of wine and agreed we would have fun tonight before packing everything tomorrow.  We figured that we could get everything out of the apartment and into the vehicles tomorrow, sleep in sleeping bags tomorrow night, and leave first thing the following morning.  I opened the wine, pouring each of us a glass.  Sitting on the sofa touching each other, we talked for a while commenting on how easily everything was coming together.  I put my wine down and took him in my arms.

"If I start to go too fast for you, please let me know.  We have told each other all about ourselves and our families, now I want to do some exploring."

Joe smiled his agreement, put his wine glass down, and opened his arms.  I rolled off the sofa onto my knees and pushed him so that he was lying down on the sofa.  I started at his feet removing his shoes and socks, to bare his feet and ankles.  His feet had the smell of having been in exercise shoes all day.  His toes had black hairs on each as well as patches on the tops of each foot.  I leaned down to smell him and started licking.  I went between each toe, first smelling, then licking clean any funk, sludge from a night at work and then finally sucking on each toe on each foot.

I handed Joe his glass and leaned back to have a sip of my wine.  I put my glass down and reached for his belt to remove his shorts.

He has cute legs.  They are lean, but very muscular belonging to someone who runs.  Each was covered in black hair, long straight; unlike the hair I had ever seen on a guy; most leg hair is curly almost like pubic hair.  Joe's leg hair was more like that on his head.  I bent the knees so I could lick there while I ran my hands up and down his thighs to the point of his boxer shorts.  I stood up handed Joe his wine glass, took a sip of mine, and went into the bathroom.  I got a towel and a bottle of lotion, took a leak and returned to the living room.  I lay the towel on the floor and had Joe relax on it.  I then went back to his feet and starting with his toes, gave him a massage, rubbing and massaging in the lotion.  When I had reached the point that I had left off my exploration I again stopped, removed his boxers and shirt before allowing him to go to pee.  He returned in all of his glory; his cock swayed in unison with his scrotal sack as he walked into the room.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/25/12