A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 5

"Well what about the other persons they are talking about, Charles?"

"As I indicated after the first year they will simply start importing persons."

"What the hell does that mean?"

William looked at TJ and Dr. Taylor; Dr. Taylor said, "William, do you have any ideas?"

"Yes, Massa Tom; if I were doing it, I would find males aged, say, thirty-five to forty-five, and get them to agree to become indentured servants for the rest of their lives.  I believe that if you simply looked at the families that have lost everything, who have no home. who have no way to educate their children or support their wives, could be enticed to contract to become slaves for the rest of their lives; the Saudis could pay off these people's mortgage, give them a lump sum, and in essence, it would be the same except better than if they committed suicide.  I think that people are that desperate."

"Could you do that legally?"

"If it is purely voluntary, absolutely.  It is that person's right to do with their life as they see fit.  We might have to figure out a way to ensure that they can't call it off, but that can be done if we have the backing and support of the Saudi government."

TJ injected himself by saying, "It seems to me that if we want to do business with the Saudis, then what we need to do in the next twenty-four hours is to figure out our costs, how long it would take to train these people, and how we can ensure that these people are guaranteed that they are treated in a humane fashion while enslaved."

A general discussion followed in which it was agreed that at the meeting tomorrow would be Dr. Taylor, Charles, and William.  Dr. Black raised the issue of William. "When I came in the room this afternoon William was kneeling by TJ's chair; is he going to kneel tomorrow? You have explained his being given permission to speak, but I have to tell you that it is obvious."

Dr. Taylor picked up on the same line and said, "William, you are simply going to have to dress like a freeman tomorrow, realize that you are free to engage in the conversation and to sit in a chair."

William said nothing, but looked at TJ.  TJ spoke up and said, "Tom, I disagree with you, and let me explain why. "It should be obvious to everyone that this guy is flying over here in his own plane, and from the timing of the flight it is non-stop.  Folks, that means a ten- to twelve-hour flight; an airplane that can do that is going to cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $20 to $25 million.  We are now playing in the big leagues.  You can bet that if William is correct, these people are going to be slaves.  What is this facility known for?  The processing and development of slaves.  Some of these people that are going to be going over there are professionals that cannot support their families.  Why doesn't it make sense to have William there in his slave environment?  As he has said repeatedly, he is a slave, but that does not mean he is an idiot; it simply means he is under the control and dominion of a Master.  You don't really think that the Saudis are going to import these people and then give them free reign do you?"

"William, you are to drive me to the airport dressed in street clothes; when we get back, change your clothes and come dressed to the conference room in what your Master calls a "dress jock", your collar and nothing else.  When and if you have something to add you will get permission from me before doing so; but I want it clear in your mind that once permission to speak is granted then you are absolutely free to express your opinion as if you were a free man?  Understood?"

"Yes, Massa Tom."

"Now another thing — if we are going to use you as a slave, then you need to be prepared to act as a slave and to do whatever I tell you to do.  Think that you can do that?"

"Yes, Sir, Massa Tom."

"All right.  Let's get a couple of other things laid out on the table.  William, in your spare time I want you to find yourself a good paralegal; finding one should not be too much trouble.  I have already spoken with TJ, and he and William are going to move to Atlanta; TJ will be in charge of administration and education and he will hold a share for himself and one in trust for William; Steve will be in charge of all training other than physical training to include supervising the day to day activities of these people.  Joe will be in charge of all medical; Richard and Bob will be in charge of procurement and will work with Steve in training; Charles is in charge of all research, and Chris is in charge of security.  Each couple will hold two shares except Steve will hold one as will Joe.  All further employees will be just that: either employees or slaves.  Keep in mind that we will need someone to be in charge of physical education."

"Let's get started.  Richard you and Bob may want to speak with Charles, William, and TJ about how to find the people we need."

The next day, Dr. Taylor and William went to the airport.  William drove dressed in a pair of gray slacks, shirt and tie and blue blazer and met with Mr. Ayass who arrived in a Gulfstream G7.  He had been through customs which was made easy by his having a diplomatic passport.  He spoke accent-free English and explained that no arrangements were necessary for the crew of the plane as the pilot and co-pilot were taking the plane to Savannah to the Gulfstream facility for maintenance.  The steward on the plane was his personal assistant and would accompany him.

William stood two paces behind and slightly to the right of Dr. Taylor with his eyes on the tarmac.  While the three men had introduced themselves and established everyone's position, William had put the luggage into the vehicle and opened the doors.  No one had said a word to him, he had not said a word, and he had never looked Mr. Ayass in the eye.  William drove the vehicle back to the facility.  During the ride, Mr. Ayass started explaining why he had come to the facility.

When they arrived at the facility, a staff member took Mr. Ayass' bags to his suite.  His slave was to sleep in the slave quarters   After some time, he called and Dr. Taylor sent William to get him.  In the meantime William had changed out of his slacks, shirt, and jacket and only wore his dress jock and his collar.  Upon arrival at the conference room, William held the door and when the men had been seated he filled the orders for refreshments and then went and knelt beside Dr. Taylor's chair.

"I thought that this person (pointing at William) was your assistant," said Mr. Ayass to Dr. Taylor.

"No.  He is a slave.  He is also an attorney and is our in-house counsel.  I find it much more cost effective to enslave my attorney.  Come here, William."  Dr. Taylor patted his thigh while giving William's position.  William came over and put his head on Dr. Taylor's thigh so that Dr. Taylor could stroke and pat his head like he would his dog.  William just knelt there with his head on the doctor's thigh.

"You have obviously trained him very well and are to be complimented.  I have done enough research to come to the conclusion that you and your team have done more work in the area of voluntary enslavement than anyone else; you also have the reputation for being stringent in your standards and absolutely honest.  Those factors plus the quality of the product you produce were the determining factors in our selection of your facility as a finalist."

"That having been said, let me explain to you what we want beginning immediately, and continuing for the next ten years.  We want, immediately, fifty males, all between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five to be used for breeding purposes; that means we want assurances that their sperm is of very high quality, have as high a male sperm count as possible; no history of drug use to be verified; be in good health and they must be able to ejaculate sufficient quantities of sperm three times per day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks per year.  We will want fifty every year for ten years.  We would agree contractually that they will be treated to the standards and in the conditions you specify.  They can go to trade school, college, or graduate school at our cost; the educational facilities are accredited and if their chosen profession is, say, as a CPA, they may obtain their experience while in our employ; their salary will be paid in a fashion that is free of any taxes, and if the tax laws should change during the contract period and taxes are levied, then we will pay the taxes.  All of their living expenses are paid.  Now for the down side:  there is to be no contact with anyone outside of Saudi Arabia — no exceptions; there is to be no sexual intercourse with anyone other than the females we provide; no exceptions; they must exercise and eat a proscribed diet to be provided by your company.  They are subject to punishment for infraction of the rules and the punishment is to meet the infraction provided it will be reviewed by someone from your company.  For each of these persons we will pay the sum of $100,000.00 for the first year to be increased by the cost of living factor established for New York City.  These funds will be deposited in the form of US Treasury Bills in advance to be held by a trustee until they return.  There are extras or bonuses:  for every one that is documented blond and blue-eyed, there is a signing bonus of $50,000; for every stud produced that has a cock longer than seven inches, a signing bonus of $50,000.  To your company we will pay the sum of ten percent of the amounts to be paid to the studs, payable at the time of delivery."

"In addition we need fifty males that are between the ages of forty-five and fifty.  These men need to be professionals or executives as contrasted to laborers or low-level managers.  These men will remain in our employ for the remainder of their lives.  We will, at the time of delivery, pay off any and all debts that they owe; in addition we will pay to their families the sum of $1,000,000.00 after taxes.  The same signing bonuses apply.  These men will be treated in accord with their station in life; by that I mean if they were an attorney they will be provided with that type of housing, food, etc.  These men will be personal assistants to members of the Royal Family and to higher-level executives that are Saudis.  They will be supplied with a companion of their choosing from our available supply meaning that if they want a woman they can have one, or a male if that is their choice.  In addition for each year of their life, their families or next of kin will be paid the median income for the town they resided in, as increased by the applicable cost of living.  There are several restrictions that have to be agreed upon.  First, each male will be subjected to a vasectomy which you will perform; it is to be irreversible.  Second, each male is subject to having sex at the request of or at the direction the person to whom he is assisting regardless of whether or not the person is of the same or opposite sex.  That means that this person shall have to be able to deep throat a cock, have anal intercourse, and to be able to sexually stimulate and satisfy a member of the opposite sex.  All persons are to be tested and meet your testing requirements on an ongoing basis.  Finally, one of this group of fifty is to be paid a bonus of $1,000,000.00 for a total of $2,000,000.00 but he is to be castrated by you with the assistance of the person to whom he will be enslaved; he will be fitted with silicone substitutes and his scrotum is to be stretched; his cock is to be pierced with a Prince Albert through the foreskin; not the head of his cock and the metal piercing is to be weighted.  He will be paid the other signing bonuses for hair and eye color, and cock size.  Your commission will be 10%.  Each of the persons to whom the personal assistants shall be assigned shall be counseled by your staff for not more than three days and the payment for that counseling shall be at the rate of $5,000.00 per day or any part of a day.  Obviously you will need someone to travel to Saudi Arabia on a fairly regular basis; that person or persons shall travel commercial first class all expenses paid by us and shall be paid at the same rate of $5,000.00 per day or any part of a day."

"Your comments?"

"I am highly flattered that you have so much confidence in us.  I would like to spend a little time with my staff reviewing your needs and would like to meet with you later.  If you would like to have lunch in your suite now, that can be arranged, or if you would like to take a tour of the facility and the training on-going at this time, we can do that and then you may have lunch."

"I think that I would like to have the tour after lunch, although I would like to see your medical facility first if I may."

"Not a problem."  Dr. Taylor then put his hand on William's shoulder and squeezed.  William stood up, used the phone to call the medical facility and said, "Dr. Black, Massa Tom would like to bring a guest to see you in your office and to see the patient you currently are treating.  Yes, sir. I will tell Massa Tom."

"What does the word 'massa', that the slave keeps saying, mean?"

"It is a shortened version of the word Master and is a privilege afforded a slave who has a special relationship to the Master referred to.  This slave belongs to TJ Wright and when speaking of Mr. Wright he calls him simply 'massa'; when referring to me or someone whom he holds special feeling for, he calls him 'massa' and then the first name."

"How quaint."

William led the way, held the door open and stood to the side as the party of three went into the medical space; Dr. Black was asked who the patient was and why he was there.  It was explained that the person was a slave whose cock had been surgically removed at the slave's request.  Chris was sufficiently recovered to stand and display his surgical site to the guests before the guests were shown to their suite.

When all of Dr. Taylor's team was present, including William, who was still dressed in his dress jock and in the kneeling position, the doctor relayed to them what Mr. Ayass had detailed as his needs.  Richard and Bob presented their ideas on finding the needed people.  First as to the fifty breeder persons; an advertisement would be published in the newspaper of every college in the southeast giving an outline of the opportunities.  In addition, a list of all persons who had applied for tuition assistance would be culled.  If the number of persons needed could not be filled then they would move to the metropolitan areas of the middle Atlantic and then on to the Northeast.  For the second fifty, the records of all persons in foreclosure would be obtained.  They would begin the interview process immediately, and asked if Chris could be of assistance as well as any of the others on staff because it was felt that only members of the facilities' management team should be involved in the culling effort.

In the meantime, Steve indicated that he was putting together a team to assist in the training.  William touched Dr. Taylor's knee and asked if he could be excused as he needed to get dressed to interview several paralegals; he was excused after Dr. Taylor complimented Charles and him on how accurate the client's needs had been determined and William's estimates of the details of the meeting.

Later that afternoon, William was called to Dr. Taylor's suite where he found the doctor who was expecting Mr. Ayass for a cocktail before dinner.  William was to serve them cocktails and then was to serve them dinner. Mr. Ayass arrived, having changed his clothes and was far more relaxed.  Mr. Ayass was interested to find William naked except for his collar.  When William served the drinks on a tray Mr. Ayass reached out and took William's cock in his hand, asking Dr. Taylor what had been done.  Dr. Taylor explained to him that William had been pierced, his sack weighted down to stretch it and the weight added to his cock to make it longer.  About that time there was a knock on the door which William opened. In walked Steve who was introduced again to Mr. Ayass as being the head of all training.  Mr. Ayass questioned Steve about what slaves were trained in a basic training and how they were trained.  Steve indicated that a slave was not deemed to be finished or their training complete until they could deep throat a twelve-inch cock that was at least seven inches in circumference, they could cook, take a cock anally, and be a personal secretary.  William served them dinner, cleared the dishes and served them brandy after dinner.  It was interesting to be there and yet not to be there.  As a slave, I kept my eyes on the floor, table or elsewhere, but never did I meet their eyes, unless either Massa Doc or Steve indicated that I was to do so by hand signal.  It was obvious that this guy had a whole lot of money to spend and he was the one that made the decision on how it was to be spent.  The other thing that was interesting was that Mr. Ayass was not just a one-time deal but depending upon the ability to meet the needs and the quality of the persons produced, was an annual contract.  This guy was big business.

The three gentlemen discussed Mr. Ayass' needs and any special things that the slaves would have to be taught.  After some time Dr. Taylor instructed me to take Mr. Ayass back to his room within the facility.  A casual glance at Mr. Ayass revealed that his cock was hard inside his pants.  Mr. Ayass walked slowly and asked me questions about how and why I became a slave; he put his hand on the cheeks of my ass, rubbing them and finding the crack let his fingers sneak into my inner core; he wanted to know if it was because I was a homosexual, and was very surprised that I had been married for twenty-five years.  He put his hand on my shoulder and tilted my head up so that we were looking each other in the eye; the message expressing the desire was easy to read and I went into his room with him.  He went over to the sofa and sat down; I knelt and unzipped the pants.  A dank and sour odor emanated from the Arab's pants.  As I was doing so I thought back to what had been said to me after my session with the slave trainees.  I leaned back, opened his pants all of the way and took them and his underwear off.  I unbuttoned his shirt as he lay back against the sofa cushions, and then took it off of him as well; he now sat there naked, with only a gold chain around his neck.

I kept my gaze locked on his and went into my trance like I used when being pierced.  In my mind I saw him as Thomas Jefferson Wright, Massa for the first time.  He was the hairiest guy I had ever seen; the hair on the top of his fingers was thicker than that on the top of my head; he had hair every place imaginable and it was so thick.  It was certainly different; his cock was about five-and-a-half inches long and thicker than that around.  It was thicker than Steve's or TJ's; I had never seen a thicker cock even in pictures.  The head on it was bigger than any head I have ever seen and the foreskin never fully retracted by itself, and when fully erect only the pee hole was fully visable.  His balls were huge and covered in hair. 

When fully undressed, Mr. Ayass' body gave off a strong odor; it was plain that he did not use either antiperspirant or deodorant; I immediately thought that while not pleasing to me, it was not pleasing because I was not used to it.  I thought back to when I would smell Massa after playing golf, working in the yard or even after a full day at work when it was hot — he would have body odor; Mr. Ayass' was different but not nasty, just male, muskie and different.  Using that analogy, I leaned in and licked his shaft; I dragged my tongue into the crease between his thigh and his large hanging testicles.  I tried to get just one into my mouth and could not get it open enough when he reached down and pried my teeth apart allowing it to gain entrance.  I sucked on it, pulled back on this sack so that it came up against my teeth and this time I was able to spit it out.

Next I dragged my tongue up his hairy belly spitting into his belly button and slurping up the spit on my way to his nipples.  I had to use my fingers to move the wet hairs so I could get them into my teeth to work them over.  It was obvious that he had been sweating from the salty residue in the valley between his breasts.  He tasted good.  From there I went over to the source of his strong smell – his pits.  I bit down on the hairs, wetting them, sucking on them and pulling them with my teeth; I rubbed my face in them marking myself first in one and then in the other.

During this time my one hand was holding, pulling, playing with and coddling his sack;  I licked my way up to his ear, behind it, down his neck and across to the other side.  He was moaning and had lapsed into Arabic or whatever language he spoke as a native tongue.  My trip down was faster than the one up and I realized that he had leaked a great deal of lube which my hand had rubbed over his cock, balls and pubic hair.  I took his cock into my mouth and sank down on it; I managed to take his cock into his mouth, clean the cheese under the skin; I was having a very difficult time getting him all the way in because of the width of his cock.  I finally managed and then buried it into my throat and when I felt the hairs brushing against my face I swallowed causing my throat muscles to grab and massage Mr. Ayass' cock, which in turn caused him to cum.  It took all of thirty-five seconds from the time I got it into my mouth.  The problem was that when I swallowed; he came, and the cum shot out of my nose onto his pubic area. 

I had never broken the gaze into Mr. Ayass' eyes the entire time I was orally servicing him.  I continued to stare into his eyes until he ejaculated when he closed them.  When he reopened his eyes there was my gaze as I sucked, licked and cleaned his cock, mammoth scrotum and pubic bush.  I sat back on my heels to catch my breath and to figure out how to get the rest of his cum out of my nasal passages.  He continued to lean back into the sofa cushions, panting.

I stood up and held out my hand to him and helped him to his feet.  I led him into the bedroom and had him stand there while I pulled down the bedspread, got a large bath towel from the bathroom, and had him lie face down.  I then took the massage oil from the bedside table and warmed it by rubbing it between my palms before spreading it on his shoulders and began his massage as I remembered it from the hotel.  I worked his back, down his hips, over the globes of his ass and down to the calves of his legs.  I had him turn over to see that his cock had regained most of its stiffness.  I started with his toes which I first sucked into my mouth, slurping between the toes, pulling on the hairs on top of his feet and up his legs to his cock and then his breasts.  He was clearly in the throws of pleasure.  I moved him so that he was now lying crosswise on the bed so that I could get to his head where I massaged his temples, jaw and finished with his neck.  When done, I got up onto the bed from the opposite side so that I was at his feet.  I picked them up and put them on my shoulders so that I could get access to his asshole.  If I thought that he was strong with odor before he topped it, with a strong mold and muskie scent that while very strong was not totally unpleasant; I suppose it was like drinking whiskey straight with no ice, water or mix as opposed to a mixed drink in a tall glass; let it suffice to say it would be an acquired taste.  I licked his crack, sucked his ass hole, licked the hair in his crack, around his hole and tried to get my tongue in him.  His breath was now ragged and he was almost hyperventilating.  I let him down slowly, dragging my fingers along the inside of his thighs, up the outside of his legs, across his belly, never touching his cock or balls.  When his breathing had returned to somewhat normal I leaned in and took him back into my mouth getting his cock wet and basically just trying to get as much slime as possible out of my throat and onto his cock; I then stroked it with my hand covered in massage oil.  I got up on my knees and when he realized what I was about to do; he put his hands on the cheeks of my ass to stop me and "Slave, be careful.  Most persons cannot take me anally because of my girth.  I do not want to harm your owner's property."

"Thank you, sir, for your concern."  I put the cock to my hole and leaned down onto his belly.  Because of the height difference my face was able to fall into the crease of his neck, and I put it there to prevent him from seeing any pain in my eyes as I pushed back onto him.  There was no question but that he was bigger than I could accommodate; I could feel myself tear; not badly but there was more than mere discomfort.  I let him bottom out and then started the up and down process.  He lasted a lot longer than he had to my oral ministration to him; maybe 3 minutes.  He rolled me over under him and kissed me with an open mouth.  I thought of Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman' and the adage of not kissing on the mouth; that thought lasted less time that he did when I realized I had his sperm in my belly and my asshole.  I wrapped my legs around him, kissed him back and rubbed his back until he fell asleep, then I got out from under him and left.

The deal was struck.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/01/12