A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 4

From Joe Black's point of view.

I was having a hard time accepting the fact that I was naked as the day I was born, in my apartment with a guy that was hot as nails.  I closed my eyes as he spread my legs apart giving him access to my inner thighs.  First he sniffed and then licked.  He had massaged up to my knees; prior to continuing the massage he licked and sniffed his way towards my crotch.  He licked the creases of my thighs, sniffed my cock head, lifted my balls and sucked and licked his way towards my ass hole.  I tried to stop him by telling him that I did not have time to shower last night before going to work and had intended to shower when I woke up, but had not had the time, but it had no effect; he continued sucking my sweat and funk that had accumulated over several days.  He then continued down my taint until he reached my hole, where he encircled it, slurping, sucking and tasting my very essence.  I could stand it no longer; he had not touched, blown, or sucked my cock and yet I was going to cum.

"Please Steve, please.  I am going to cum."

He put his mouth just over the head of my cock.  My cock was always my pride and joy.  I was always the boy with the biggest cock in the showers at school.  It was not very fat but it was ten inches of pure white cock with a head that was proportionate to the shaft.  From the first time I ever came, taught by the older brother of a friend, I always enjoyed my balls drawing up in their sack until you really could not tell my nuts had ever dropped.  I have tried to feel them but it is almost impossible, and I have thought that this was the reason that my cum never just erupts; it explodes.  I have seen it shoot 6 feet and that was just from jerking off; for you see since that first time with Jimbo's older brother, no man, woman or child has ever witnessed or partook in my having an orgasm.  I am a total virgin so you can imagine how I felt when Steve brought me to the brink without ever having touched me.  I thought I was going to hurt myself; it felt like I was going to turn inside out; that I had burst an artery; that my sperm was going to take my testicles with it and ejaculate them out of the head of my cock.  It felt so good it hurt; when done my nuts actually ached.  I was totally out of synch with everything around me; when I opened my eyes, I laughed because there knelt Steve with my sperm dripping from his face; his right eye was closed, plastered shut with my cum; one shot had hit him in the left nostril; his lips were shining brightly with the sheen of my prostate fluids; slowly his tongue snuck from between his lips, quietly, secretly, without notice or attention and conveyed the prostate fluids into the mouth cavity for tasting and then just as unobtrusively it reappeared to take the offerings from his index finger found in his nose; and again to clean the wiped-up cum from his eye.  Never one time since by ejaculation had we broken eye contact.

From Steve Wilcox's point of view.

I was so superior; he had a large cock but in comparison it was a child's toy.  Mine was two inches longer; his was like a torpedo, mine like a tank; his had a pointed head like an arrow; mine was like a bull nosed dolphin.  No one had ever had a bigger, meaner, thicker, or harder cock; it had busted more anal cherries than I can count; it had burrowed its way into more throats and ass holes than I can count.  I am the only person that I know of whose cock has made the same guy bleed from his throat and ass hole from one fucking.  I never flaunted it but I was proud of my cock; no more.  The damn thing is worthless compared to the smaller, thinner, less experienced light weight piece of human sex organ than was now laying limp on the stomach of the first man I have ever loved; fluid leaking out of the head waiting for me to finish sucking it.  I bent my head down to his stomach, and with my lips I picked up and then gobbled his cock without once touching it, not because I was showing off but because I did not want to waste one drop of the sweetest nectar to ever cross my lips.  I dropped the organ that delivered what to me was now more precious than my lifeblood so that I could lick what was on his tummy.  I then sucked his cock up again, suckling it, caressing it with my tongue; using every single trick that I had ever used, read about, seen in porn flicks or thought about to get him hard again.

"Steve, what are you doing,  babe?  I just finished there is no way I can cum again."

Suddenly I decided to roll him over so that he was on his knees, one on either side of my head, his now limp cock hanging down and my cock in the same position over his face.  I asked him to explore my cock and pay no attention to what I was doing.  I gobbled up his cock again and pushed him forward just a little so that my fingers found his hole.  I started playing with it.  I first inserted my index finger with the help of a little lotion.  I sank my finger in up to the first joint which took it into and through the first anal ring.  He stiffened up when the finger first made its entrance.  I had been simply massaging his pleats and the area around his opening.  I withdrew my finger, plastered it with more lotion and sent it back to exploring; in and out pulling one side from the other; again I withdrew the finger and this time put more lotion not only on the original finger but also on my other index finger.  I gently and slowly put both in him just a little; I moved them around and casually pulled them apart stretching his opening.  Gradually I inserted each of the fingers slowly pulling and stretching his rectum until I reached the inner ring.  I pushed one finger in, pulled it back and pushed the other in and slowly using the two fingers I finger fucked him one finger at a time.  By this point he was moaning and groaning his mouth full of a portion of the head of my cock.

Eventually I was able to get both index fingers into and through the inner ring; he was now ready to accept the first of four dildos attached to a belt so that he could wear it without fear of it sliding out during the day.  By now he was panting with need, but said he did not think that he could cum again so soon.  He underestimated my determination, my abilities, and my need to taste him one more time.  He lasted less than 5 minutes when his cock, balls and prostate for the second time provided me with a mouthful of sperm.  I held it in my mouth until I was sure I had savored every bit of taste, flavor and protein and then I swallowed it.

"Joe I want you to know just how much you mean to me.  It may only be a matter of days but you are incredibly important to me."

He thanked me and then wanted me to just lie back so he could give me pleasure as well.  I let him try to take me into his mouth and to his credit he was able to do so and to get some inches of my shaft but I could tell that he was uncomfortable.  I pulled him off of me; I was lying flat on my back, he was kneeling over me; I tilted his head up so that we were looking each other in the eye, and pulled his head down until we were kissing.  "Joe don't be discouraged, you will learn to take it.  You will make me incredibly happy and complete if you will lie flat on your back and let me jerk off into your mouth, with you licking and kissing the head.  Really, please."

From Joe Black's point of view.

 His cock is simply magnificent; so big; so fat, so wide; so long; so stiff; so beautiful to the beholder; it had the head of a bull; it tasted so sweet; it gave off the most pleasant perfume.  He knelt over me and I licked and suckled on it as he slowly masturbated this missile. I had my mouth on the end when with a cry of supremacy he came.  I rolled it in my mouth before swallowing; it was warm; sweet; salty; pungent; stank of bleach; was as slippery as oyster juice; had enough texture to chew; and provided the recommended daily allowance of protein with no sugar; I am not sure about carbohydrates and fiber.

We simply lay there on the floor in the afterglow of our having made love; not in the traditional sense but certainly to our definition.  Having caught our breath we agreed that we had earned and exercised sufficiently that we were entitled to pizza for supper.  While waiting for the delivery we sorted through my "stuff" and talked around the edges of moving in together.  I guess we had already decided about living together but also thought that moving slowly would not be a bad idea, and so, I would keep my own place.  We thought that we could talk Dr. Tom into allowing Steve to move into the larger 'unit' provided for a couple and while I would still have my own unit, Dr. Tom would be able to put a guest up there in the sense that it would be furnished.  During this trial period we would live together in the larger apartment.  The new unit would have a bedroom that was smaller than Steve's present unit, but it also had a living room/dining room combination, a separate kitchen and a bathroom that was much larger having both a shower and a bath tub. 

From Steve Wilcox's point of view.

I woke up early the next morning and, leaving Joe in bed, I called Dr. Tom to bring him up to date.  He was really pleased at how quickly Joe and I would return to Atlanta and Joe's start date.  He readily agreed to give us the larger unit with the understanding that we would fully furnish what is now my unit with stuff I left and/or we added from Joe's unit.  I took a leak before getting back into the bed.  We had changed our minds and had packed almost everything last night before making love, so we had agreed to sleep in.  I remembered back to the afterglow of the blow jobs and the anal stretching.  We got into bed, with my pulling Joe up against my chest.  My cock was hard once again; it was lying in the crack of his ass when he lifted his leg, reached down and between them, pulling down on my cock and putting it between his legs.  I felt him put lotion on it and then squeeze his thighs together as he said, "Sweet heart, you are too big for me to take you without some further stretching but I want you go take me in this fashion."

I slowly fucked him, making him moan when my cockhead bumped into the back of his scrotal sack.  As I got close I withdrew my cock and let it once again enter into the valley between the cheeks of his ass where I finished fucking him.  When complete, I pulled back, rolled him onto his belly and held him open and exposed; my sperm was plain to see, so I rubbed my index fingers in it, rolled him onto his back, placed his legs on my shoulders so that I could kneel and slowly I fingered my baby makers into his hole using both index fingers.  As I slathered the inside of his colon I got both fingers in him to the point that I found his prostate.  I put my two fingers on either side of his hard nut and started movement.  He arched his back, spread his legs further apart, and groaned.  Fluid started leaking out of the head of his dick and then he exploded the white fluid of life over his head and onto the wall.

I gently got back into the bed with Joe, snuggling up behind him.  My cock got hard so I simply let it point north as I got behind him.  I put one arm under the pillow to cradle his head as I put the other over the top of him.  I felt that his cock was hard, and he was either awake or wanting to snuggle as he backed into me.  I fell back into a light sleep until we both slowly woke up and rolled so that we were both on our sides facing each other.  He pulled back the sheet so that he could see all of me and I could see all of him.  We looked, touched, felt, explored, sucked, kissed and licked to our hearts' content before deciding that we would go get a fresh roll and a cup of coffee.  I felt that we needed to talk about some serious shit, but decided we would wait to start until we got the coffee.

Over coffee, I said to Joe, "Is Tom going to give you a couple of days to get yourself organized before starting your practice?"

"Yes.  I have to get the equipment, get the space set up, open business accounts and a bunch of stuff.  He is going to get the rooms painted and help me get everything done.  I have to get my numbers for insurance reimbursement and a ton of stuff.  It is not that easy to open a doctor's office.  I am going to be really busy."

"Joe, where do you see us going?"

"What do you mean … 'going'?"

"If we live together and are compatible, what do you see happening?"

"Well, from what you said, we want the same thing in a partner, children, and a normal lifetime relationship."

"Well isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, but; oh hell.  Steve, do you see me being your slave?"

"I had not thought about it.  Certainly the only way you could become a slave is if you want to be one.  Why?  Do you want to be a slave?"

"I don't know yet.  It certainly seems to appeal to some intelligent people like William."

"Yeah, but I don't see the need to go there yet unless you have some preconception as to what you want or need."

"Understood, but Steve do you have some need for your partner to be a slave?"

"No.  I have no such preconception; but if you want to be my slave I would readily agree.  What I do want to talk about is sex."

"Be serious, Steve.  You are the first person with whom I have had a sexual and mental relationship."  I paused and saw the look when I said sexual."

"Joe, sex is a matter between two consenting adults; it certainly is private and messy.  You do things with that person that you do with no other person.  It is the core of our being.  After what we have experienced and enjoyed in the last four or five days, can you image not having sex?"

"Steve, there is so much going on in my brain at this point.  I mean I have a new job; I have a boyfriend that is so hot; so built; whose body is so hairy; who has great pecs, a dick that won't stop; blue eyes, and who can and likes to dance.  I am moving; I am making new friends; I am having sex for the first time in my life; and I have to figure out how to get my boyfriend's cock in my ass and in my mouth.  You just don't appreciate the size of that thing."

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell, no!  When I do get it in me I am going to have bragging rights.  Going back to the slave issue, I will tell you this — if I were to become a slave, it could only be with you."

"Joe, I am falling very quickly for you; I think that you know I have very strong feelings for you, but there are a couple of things that I need to tell you.  First, no guy has ever fucked me and I don't think that I want to be fucked; second, I believe in marriage and the sanctity of marriage.  Neither man nor the government have a lot to do with marriage; marriage is a sacred act, it is forever, and is between two persons, the husband and the wife.  I love you but I don't see me being the wife.  I have no problem making oral love to you and I like the taste of your cum.  I guess what I am asking is if my not agreeing to let you put your dick in my ass is going to be a problem?"

"Steve, I thought about the subject of our making love – all the way - not just a blow job or fucking between the thighs – and for whatever reason I have no problem with your fucking me and my not fucking you, provided that when I have the urge, cause you to have an erection I can then climb on top of you and fuck myself silly."

"As to their being a husband and a wife, a man and a woman, and a father and a mother in every marriage, I am in complete agreement.  I have no problem when you have done your job as the husband, man and father in being the woman, mother and wife; in being the one who is fucked, who defers to the man and as the old marriage vows provide, in obeying you; however you must also remember that the man, husband and father has obligations which I will expect you to fulfill."

"What do you mean by, '… you have done your job as the husband, man and father…'?"

"I mean that you are the instructor at the facility who teaches advanced cock-sucking, deep-throating and advanced fucking, so it is your job to get me there; and then it is your job to keep me satisfied.  I am giving you fair warning; I am one horny guy.  You man enough for the job?"

"The sooner we get back to Atlanta the sooner we can get started."

From William Young's point of view.

When we got back to Atlanta, we fell into our schedule of getting up early in the morning with me putting on the coffee, taking a leak, bringing Massa a cup, putting on my exercise jock and exercise shoes.  Other than my jewelry and slave collar that is the only clothing I was allowed to wear while exercising.  Massa had set up a regimen for me to follow; I really did not realize just how much young golf professionals conditioned.  I thought that other than walking there really wasn't much to it; at least in my day in college that was true; however as Massa explained to me those days are long gone.  Now there are any number of personal trainers that work with golf professionals on tour; he had me on the one he liked.  I also got on the scale and was pleased to see that I was down twenty-five pounds from when he put me on a diet.  Shit!  I still had another twenty-five to go.  I had not strayed from the outline as his threat of putting me on slave rations more than provided the incentive.  I could not believe that he wanted me down to one-eighty!  Hell!  I weighed that much in middle school.

When I had asked him about it, TJ had said, "When you get to that weight you will start to put it back on because when you do, it will be in the form of muscle which weighs more than fat so you will be back in the two hundred pound range."

I was a little more than half way through the day's routine when TJ wandered into the room wearing his shoes and carrying his jock.  He had such a hot body; his cock was hanging down, fat; commanding; deserving of respect; formable.  It took a minute or more for me to realize that I had stopped and was simply sitting there staring at him.  He smiled as he took a sip of his coffee and walked over to me; he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue sneaking out of his mouth and into mine; when he had gained entrance he pushed the coffee into my mouth.  I took it, swallowed, and let my tongue follow his back into his mouth.  Still leaning down, he put his cup on the floor and pulled me up from the bench into a complete hug, his arms encircling me, rubbing my back, cupping the cheeks of my ass; letting the fingers of one hand wiggle into the crack of my ass, find my hole and finger me.

I pulled him down with me as I sat on the floor and then lay down, pulling him on top of me.  We continued kissing, rubbing, and I put my legs around his waist, opening myself to him.  I released my legs, rolled over and took him into my throat. I swallowed working the muscles and slowly pulled my mouth back as my neck muscles tried to hold his cock deep in my throat, causing it to drag itself, pulling, scraping and taking all available slime with it.  He moaned as I took his balls in my hands and rolled them, pulled and loved them.  When his cock got to my lips I opened and his cock escaped as I took his scrotum hostage; I love biting each of his nuts, licking them and sucking on them.  He was becoming vocal as he did when his sperm started and he got the tingling feeling.

From TJ Wright's point of view.

 I had to slow this train down.  He had me on the ropes early today.  We normally fucked in the exercise room each morning.  I was finding out that I had let a genie out of the bottle; this little bitch of mine liked me to fuck him; not that I am complaining; in fact I am bragging.  "Like my cock fucking you; do you?"

The only reply I got was some mumbled and garbled reply; "Bitch slave, what did you say?"

"Fuck you."

"Fuck me? I don't think so.  The only one here that likes to get fucked is you; you're the one that likes getting fucked.  You can't wait for it every morning five days a week here in the exercise room and two mornings a week in the bed; your pussy swinging on the end of my dick; you are the one that likes getting fucked, not me.  Hell, for that matter, even if I did like to get fucked you couldn't do it.  The other night on the dance floor when I was fucking you there in front of everyone, if I had given you permission to cum, had exposed your mangled dick you would have shot off right there.  Don't confuse yourself.  You're the one that likes getting fuck, baby! You are the one stuck on the head of my cock, squirming like a slave."

I pushed him flat on his back and angled my body so that I was over him in a pushup position, and I started power fucking him.  I let my cock find the entrance to his hole, paused, and then simply collapsed on him, driving my cock deep into his colon and knocking the wind out of him.  When I pulled my cock from his hole, the hole remained open, waiting for me to re-insert the head and then let my body-weight drive the shaft of my cock like a pile driver, driving a pilling through his outer anal ring and destroying his inner ring.  There was no defense; his body open and available.  He lay there quivering and shaking; spit flowed from his mouth which was open as he gasped for air like a fish out of water.  I fucked him with long strokes."

"This is what you wanted isn't it?  You want me to long dick you; don't you?  You know I am going to cum in you; don't you?  Answer me, bitch.  Open your fucking eyes and answer me.  You cannot escape me by closing your eyes; now open them and answer me."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Oh God yes.  I want you; I need you to fuck me harder.  Please drive your cock deeper into me; stab my colon; kiss me, please. Possess me; take me; oh God, Massa I am going to cum.  Fuck me; breed me."

I felt his anal ring tighten down on my shaft; I don't know how he does that when he does not cum.  Oh he cums mentally and he has convinced me that when he does, it is far stronger than when he physically ejaculates sperm on those rare occasions when I drain his balls.  I like doing that; I will suck on his cock; pull on the PA, squeeze his nuts and finger his prostate and watch him cum; the shit flies out of him for the first several shots and then flows like water.  When I milk him I will completely drain his nuts; I know when he is there because he cries from the pain and then he has a dry orgasm.  He is perfectly content with his special orgasm.  Dr. Taylor was totally correct. 

At any rate, back to this morning.  He has the ability to tighten down his anal ring and it is so hard to pull my cock out of his hole that it actually hurts. 

I simply don't know how he does it, but he causes me to ejaculate the largest loads of sperm ever.  When I was done, I lay down on top of him; his legs spread wide; him open and defenseless to me.  When I had caught my breath I lifted my head, looked down at him; not moving, simply lying there, my cock still in him; he lies there catching his breath; a smile on his lips, eyes closed; I flex my cock, still hard but not as hard, deep in the bowels of his colon; he opens his eyes and smiles up at me.  I open my mouth and take possession of his mouth and tongue; I lean down to his ear and whisper, "I love you."

He rolls me over, causing my cock to fall out of his ass and takes me in his mouth, holding the shaft of my cock in one hand while he cleans under the skin and makes sure that no sperm is left.  He spreads my legs with his arms as he holds my cock and strokes my nuts, letting one hand go down from my scrotum; he rubs my taint giving me a signal.  Horny little fucker keeps rubbing, and looks up at me with pleading eyes.  I gradually let my piss flow and he consumes it.  I remember when he first did it and had to tell me what he wanted, I asked him, "William, why do you like my piss?"

"Massa, it is hard to explain, but it makes me remember my place; it fills a void."

From Dr. Taylor's point of view.

Things were quiet around the facility.  Chris and Charles were still here but getting ready to leave; Joe had just moved into a new unit with Steve; William and TJ were back home; and, Richard and Bob continued their lives.  John and I were working with Joe to set up the medical practice as compared to what we used to provide.  Things were moving along well.

I was on the ground floor working with Joe directing the workmen in the new medical offices when my personal slave, Mark, found me and informed me that I had a call from overseas. As I made my way to my office I was puzzled; I could not think of anyone that I knew who would call me from overseas.  "This is Dr. Tom Taylor, how may I help you?"

"Dr. Taylor, I am Mohamed Bin Ayass.  We have never met; my employer would like me to meet with you to discuss a business relationship.  Do you have anytime tomorrow or the day after that we might meet?"

"Mr. Ayass, who is your employer?"

"I doubt that you would recognize his name, but it is Sheik Abdul Achmed; he is a member of the Royal family of Saudi Arabia, and a business man.  I am his personal assistant."

"I would be pleased to meet you.  When you have made your reservations if you will let me know, I will be pleased to meet you at the Atlanta airport and adjust my schedule to fit yours."

"Thank you, Doctor; I will have my pilot call your assistant when we leave here and give him an approximate time of arrival.  We use the FBO facilities in Atlanta; why don't we plan to meet the day after tomorrow?"

"That would be perfect.  I look forward to meeting you and seeing you then."

I told Mark to find Charles and ask him if he could come to my office, and when he got here to get William on the phone.

"William I hope that all was well when you got home; and thanks for your efforts with Joe; he and Steve have moved in together and seem to be settling down.  Charles is here with me; I want to tell you about a phone call I just received and to bounce an idea off of you.  A fellow from the Middle East, a Mr. Mohamed Bin Ayass, is the assistant to some businessman that is a member of the Royal Family, whose name is Sheik Abdul Achmed; he wants to meet with me about doing business with us.  William, do you think that you could, with TJ's permission, come back up here and be here the day after tomorrow to attend that meeting?  If you want me to, I will call TJ."

"Massa Tom, if it is acceptable to you, let me speak with him, relay this conversation, and then you and he can come to some arrangement.  He will then tell me what y'all have worked out."

"That is fine.  Charles, would you please do whatever research you can to figure out who these guys are; if they are real; and what they could possibly want with us?"

"Sure, Tom.  I would be happy to do that."

"All right, when do you think that we could hold a meeting to discuss what you find out?"

"Tom, I think that I can have it by noon tomorrow."

William, would you please ask TJ if you and he can attend the meeting by phone?  I want to have present, Steve, Bob, Richard, plus all of us."

The following day, I met with TJ and William by phone and Joe, Steve, Richard, Bob and Charles in the conference room.

"Charles, please tell us what you have discovered."

"Well, Tom, Mr. Ayass is, in fact, the head administrative assistant to the Sheik as he stated.  The Sheik is a member of the Royal Family and is in charge of what they refer to as internal affairs.  That basically means that anything that goes on in the country in the way of an investment, he controls.  He also supervises all foreign acquisitions.  The latest bit of information we have been able to develop is that the family has determined that rather than continue to "import" labor, they want to produce their own.  Presently the work force, secretaries, accountants, lawyers, hotel staff, etc., is made up of almost sixtgy percent citizens of countries other than Saudi Arabia.  It is reported that the Sheik has decided to phase out all foreign workers in the next twenty years.  In order to do that, he has developed a method of breeding that produces male babies that are half Saudi and half other.  It is reported that he wants to use primarily white, blond, blue eyed males as the breeding stock."

"In addition he plans on increasing the number of domesticated employees by creating an indentured servant class.  That means that this year they are looking to import about a hundred males to be used as breeders and personal assistants.  Next year they want to import five hundred.  Doesn't sound like much, but if they used fifty for breeding purposes and did it correctly, they could, at least in theory, produce as many as twenty to twenty-five thousand babies the first year.  If you continued to produce that many, annually, for ten to fifteen years, you would have the next several generations of workers.  If they were able to increase the amount of imported employees to five hundred per year, by the time the babies became adults, they would be ready to take over from the imported employees."

"You can't be serious;" said TJ, "How are they going to get those people?"

"Well it is obvious that they intend to engage us to be involved."

"But how are we going to get people to go over there like that?"

William touched TJ's leg and looked at him.  TJ said, "William, you are released to take part in these discussions unless Tom wants you restricted."

"Absolutely.  That is why I wanted him here.  While we are at it, and until we have finished meeting with Mr. Ayass, TJ, unless you are opposed, may William speak freely?"

"Tom, I have no problem with William being involved, as I explained on the telephone; however, I want him to ask, by mere touching, if he may do so. He may touch me or you, and for that matter, once you get accustomed to it, he can communicate, by looks, for permission."

"That is fine.  All right, William, speak."

"If the Saudis contracted with this facility to produce the persons, it could work.  Dr. Black what is the optimum age of a male to breed?"

"Eighteen to thirty or thirty-five.  It is a relatively easy test to determine the quantity and quality of a male's sperm.  We can do that here, by simply having the person masturbate.  We can also determine the number of male sperms versus female.  With a simple centrifuge machine a lab technician can separate the male sperm from the female and then inject only male sperm into a female breeder."

William continued, "If the females were Saudi and the males were not, the off spring would be a hybrid that would be subject to Saudi law.  If they then used only the Royal Family blood lines they could limit the dilution of the royal blood and at the same time avoid in-breeding."

"But what does that mean?  If you were them, what would you do, William?" asked Dr. Taylor.

"Well, Massa Tom, if they came to me and asked me how to do it, I would tell them to hire us to find them the breeders; have you and Dr. Black test these guys' sperm, and then hire them under contract for a period of time depending upon their age; if they are 18 they could sell themselves for, say, up to twelve or fifteen years; I would guarantee them so much money under Saudi law which would be tax exempt from US taxes and an education while they are over there.  Think about it; with unemployment at its current rate, a guy could go over there, say, for six years at age eighteen, get paid $100,000 per year after taxes with no living expenses, and a free college education.  You could come back with no student loans, $650,000 or so in cash, and you would have simply been fucking for six years.  Sounds pretty good." 

To be continued...

Posted: 05/25/12