A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 6

From Dr. Taylor's point of view.
 

When William left with Mr. Ayass I sent Steve and Richard to stand outside his door to be sure nothing untold happened.  When they did not return with William in the next fifteen minutes, I went up one floor and down the corridor to find them standing there.  I beckoned them down to where I was so that no one could hear us and asked what was going on.

"Doc, we don't know.  There are no loud sounds coming from the room and we did not think that you wanted us to interrupt."

"No, I think that you did correctly.  Where is his assistant?"

"When Mr. Ayass came to your apartment for dinner we took the guy down to have dinner with the staff.  Doc, is that guy a slave or what?"

"I don't know.  What the hell are we going to do about William?"

"I don't think that there is anything we can do until William either calls for help or comes out."

"I agree, Doc," said Steve; "I mean, did anyone give William any instructions as to what to do?"

"No.  It never crossed my mind that I, we, needed to do so," replied Doc.  "I don't suppose that there is anything we can do at this point but wait and see if there is any problem.  Richard, you go back to my apartment and get Bob up here and you stay here.  Steve and I will wait here.  Steve have you got a master key with you?"

"Yes, sir.  Let me get you a chair."

I sat on the floor, and Doc sat in a chair.  We looked at each other and our watches. It was almost an hour and 5 minutes before William came out of Mr. Ayass' room.  Bob, Doc, and I were stunned to see him.  He looked tired, but there were no marks on him like he had been in a fight.  As he got close he gave off a smell of unwashed male sweat.

Doc said, "Let's get him down to my apartment before we talk."

Bob was there waiting, and he with the other three men turned to William.  Doc summed up how all felt, "William, what in the hell happened in there?  What have you been doing for more than an hour?  Are you ok?  Speak, damn it."

I was surprised at the number of people and could not understand what all the excitement was about.  The four freemen sat down as I fell to my knees.  Then all four men stood and Steve said, "Damn it, slave, get up off of your knees and sit in a chair.  Tell us what happened!"

Bob interrupted, "Wait guys."  He got down on his knees next to William, and said, "William, just kneel there for a moment."  To the other men he said, "Guys, hold on.  Let me talk with him.  Bob whispered to me, "Slave, are you alright?"

"Yes Massa Bob.  But, what did I do wrong?  Why is everyone so up-tight?"

"Everything is fine.  No one is upset with you."

"Doc, guys how about Richard taking this slave into the bathroom and supervise his taking a shower.  He stinks."

Richard looked at Bob and instantly knew what he was up to.  He stood as the other two were amazed, and took William's hand and said, "Come on, slave; you stink.  Get your ass in the bathroom."  William followed his direction, standing and starting to move as Richard put his arm around his shoulders, while leaning his head in and whispering in William's ear.

The other two stood with an amazed look on their faces as Bob stood and said, "Calm down guys.  Richard and I spent almost two hours with William this morning having him suck off all twelve slaves in training and then eight of them fucked him; the other four are such bottoms they could not get it up; so, what did William do?  He sucked them and jerked them until the four got erect, and then he sat on it until they came in him.  Richard and I spent an hour or so this afternoon talking about it and have some suggestions. 

First, we recommend that we stop using his name; no more 'William' and no 'Slave William'; from now on he is simply 'Slave'.  Second treat him as if he were simply another slave; no one special." 

"When the exercise with the trainees was over, Richard took him into the bathroom and gave him a bath, made sure he had no bad reaction to the twelve loads of sperm and that his cunt was all right after taking that many cocks in such a short period of time.  That is the reason that I said to let Richard give him a bath; he is used to Richard treating him after vigorous … whatever the hell happened … in Ayass' room for more than an hour."

"All right.  It is not like we have a lot of choice," said Doc.  "In the meantime let's discuss your two recommendations.  We have got to keep him as the attorney and have access to his brain and at the same time not infringe on his relationship with TJ."

"Doc, you are forgetting the slave's needs."

"What do you mean forgetting his needs?  I have not forgotten; I am trying to balance his being a slave in one life, an attorney and advisor in the other; and at the same time keep him happy as a person."

"That is not what I meant.  We treat him as a slave when he is a slave; and then when he gives advice as an attorney we treat him as an attorney; and then when we are in a meeting and he gives his advice we treat him as a member of the team.  That is not what he needs; note I did not say want because while it may or may not be what he wants it is what he needs that we have to address and meet if we want to utilize him to the maximum."

"Let me think about that.  What the hell is taking so long and going on in there?"

"Doc, Richard and I work daily with these guys.  Let us do our job; please."

From Richard's point of view.

I guided the slave into the bathroom.  Telling him he stank was no lie.  I was glad that Bob and I talked this afternoon and I hope that we are right.  "Slave, I gave you a bath this morning.  What the hell have you been doing to stink like you do?"

While this was being said, I ran a hot bath.  The Doc had a large oversized bathtub.  I put some scented oil in it as well as some bubble bath for suds.

"I do smell, don't I, Massa Richard?  I am sorry."

"Yeah you do, but you must have been working?"

"Yeah, I have.  This afternoon after we were done I did some of my attorney work; then this evening, Massa Doc had me wait on him, Massa Steve, and Mr. Ayass for cocktails, and then serve them dinner.  After dinner I was told to walk Mr. Ayass to his room.  When we got to his room, he lifted my head up so that I was looking him in the eye.  There was no question but that he wanted me to service him.  He took my chin in his fingers and led me into the room."

"Did he force you in some way?  Did he force you?"

"Oh, no, sir. There was no force.  His desire was so strong that it was as plain as if he said it out loud to me."

"Said what out loud to you?"

"He wanted his cock sucked.  He wanted sexual relations."

"So what happened?"

"Well, first, I got him naked, and of course I was carrying my pouch but was already naked other than my collar.  I sucked him on the sofa.  Frankly he did not last much more than a minute if that long."

Richard laughed, saying, "Come on.  You have got to be kidding."

"On, no, sir.  Then I gave him a massage.  That is what took so long.  When I had massaged his front and back I sat on his cock and fucked him."

"How long did that take?"

Smiling William said, "Less than 5 minutes.  He fell asleep afterwards in my arms and then I rolled out from under him and came out of his room."

By this time the bath was full and I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear to get into the bath with him.  I got in first and sat down; I put my hand out to him and guided him into the bath.

"Massa Richard, what are you doing?"

"I figured like this morning I could give you a bath and this way we can talk so that I can help you with the three guys outside."

"Would you do that for me?  Why is all of this fuss being made over a slave?"

"I will tell you.  First, let's get in the bath.  Sit down here and lean back against me."

William leaned back and I pushed him down so that he was mostly covered by the warm water.  I took a washcloth and body wash and gently and slowly wiped his arms, neck and face.  After rinsing him I washed his hair and put conditioner on it for the second time today.  I then sat up and told him to lift his legs, one at a time, so I could wash him.

When it came time to wash his junk, I used my hand to be sure that he had not been mistreated, torn, or bruised in some way.  Everything seemed fine until my hand went down between us and touched his rectum.  He flinched and was obviously very sore and tender.  I stood him up and was very angry; trying to stay calm I asked him before jumping to the conclusion that this Arab asshole had forced himself or otherwise raped or harmed this guy.  I realized in a moment of self-examination that I loved him; not in a sexual way but in a friendly way; what you saw, what you heard, is what you got with him.  This guy was genuine, pure, real and a very likable guy.

I bent him over and spread his cheeks.  I could not see, feel, and hold him open at the same time so I told him to spread his cheeks.  I realized that had this happened before Bob and I had the conversation I would have asked him to spread his cheeks.  Telling him instead of asking him is the perfect example of what we had agreed upon; William needed to be treated as a slave all of the time, regardless of whether or not he was acting as an attorney or an advisor.  He was a full time slave; not a part time slave and part time attorney/advisor.  We had helped create this amazing person and now we had to live with our accomplishment.

Looking at his ass hole I could tell that he had been fucked; and it was clear that he had not been abused, but rather he had been fucked by a cock that was simply bigger than his ass hole had been stretched to accommodate.

I sat him back down in the tub, leaning back against my chest.  I put my arms around his front and pulled him into me. I raised one hand to turn his head to the side so that his face could rest on my shoulder.  "You're tired aren't you, slave?"

"Yes, Massa Steve.  I am still new at this and don't know what I am doing; that leads to stress because of the fear of making a mistake and having my ass whipped."

"I know, slave.  It is not easy, and when you fuck up, what else can you expect?"

"I know, Massa Steve, I am just trying not to make a mistake."

"I know that.  Are you all right?"

"No, sir.  Am I going to get flogged for what I did with Mr. Ayass?"

"I don't know, slave.  That would be up to your Master and Massa Doc.  Why do you think that you deserve a flogging?"

"Please, Massa Steve, don't let them flog me.  I am trying; I know that I am a worthless slave but really I am trying as hard as I can."
 

I got him out of the tub, wrapped him in a towel, and dryed him and his hair.  I looked at him and lifted his face so that he was looking me in the eye, and said, "Slave, do you trust me?"

"Oh, yes, sir.  I would trust you with my life."

"Ok.  I want you to follow my lead and let me do the talking."

"Yes, sir."  I left him wrapped up in the towel as we stepped out of the room.

From Trainer Bob's  point of view.

I looked up from my seat as the door to the bathroom opened.  Richard walked out with the slave behind him; the slave's eyes were on the floor and he seemed to walk a little tenderly.  I could tell that something was causing him to walk differently from normal.  I looked at Richard and locked onto his eyes.  I could tell that he wanted me to help him handle the situation.  Trainers of slaves get so that you can read each other's minds because of having to adjust on the fly.

Richard came into the room and looked at Steve sending him the same message as he had tried to send to Bob.  While he and Steve did not work to the same extent as he and Bob, Steve could still figure out what Richard was wanting to do.  As Doc Taylor started to stand, Steve reached out and put his hand on Doc's arm and both remained seated.  Richard went over to his seat, and pointed at the floor and snapped his fingers.  William came over and knelt.

Richard looked at each of the three men while the slave's eyes remained on the floor.  He smiled and said, "Slave, do you hurt anywhere?"

"Yes, Massa Richard."

"Where?"

"Do I have to say?"

"Yes, slave you do."

"The lips of my pussy."

"Did Mr. Ayass hurt you in some way?"

"Oh, no, sir, Massa Richard.  He was very nice; very kind"

"Well, how did your pussy get hurt?"

"Mr. Ayass warned me that his cock was very wide and that I probably could not accommodate him.  I could barely get him into my mouth.  In fact we had to pry my jaws apart so I could get his nuts into my mouth to suck."

"Well, slave, how long did you suck him, and how long did it take him to fuck you?"

"Less than ten minutes for both together."

"Slave are you smiling?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

"Why?"

"Please don't tell him.  If y'all weren't my masters I would not say this to anyone; he did not have time to do anything.  I mean when I sucked his cock I think that I went down three times and up twice before he came.  When we fucked it took me longer to get it in me than it did for him to cum.  Please don't tell anyone. It is wrong of a slave to talk about what he does."

Doc Taylor could stand it no longer.  "Wil…., slave, what happened to the lips of your pussy?"

"Well, Massa Doc, he warned me that taking his cock in my pussy might cause me to tear.  He did not want to damage Massa's property.  I told him I was ok; it was my fault that my pussy would not accommodate him.  I let you down."

"Slave, we will talk about your short comings in a minute.  Get up on the dining room table and let me examine you.  Come on; stop dawdling."

The slave got up on the table on his stomach.  Doc told Bob to get on one side and Steve on the other.

"Richard go up to the head of the table and keep this slave still and quiet.  Slave get up on your hands and knees; Steve you and Bob each take a cheek of his ass and open him up wide."

Doc looked and felt and then turned and retrieved a tube of lube.  "Steve, Bob, give me your index finger on your free hand."  He put lube on each and continued, "Alright use your finger and gently insert it into the pussy; stay away from the tear that you see here; when you get your finger in him, spread him open.  I need to see if we have to go get an anal probe.  Ok; take your finger out.  Slave; I want you to hold still.  I am going to finger you now.  I will try not to hurt you, but it ain't going to be easy."

With that I slowly inserted my middle finger into him; as soon as it got to the first knuckle; about a half inch I started to rotate it around.  I could not feel any tears other than right at the entrance.  I put more lube on my finger and then put it back inside this time to the middle knuckle about an inch and rotated it.  Finally I got the finger all the way into him and as I rotated it I felt his prostate.  He immediately jerked like he had been poked.

"Easy slave.  You alright?"

"Yes, sir, Massa Doc.  I am just a little randy.  Sorry about that."

"Why, slave?"

"Well, Massa Doc, I guess after sucking twelve slaves, being fucked by eight and then spending the evening with Mr. Ayass has got me wishing I had spent some time with Massa this afternoon."

At that time, TJ came into the room.

From TJ Wright's point of view.

I had been asleep when I received the call from Steve asking that I come to Tom's suite.  He said nothing bad was the matter but that something had come up while William had been helping.  I knew that this Arab guy was going to dinner at Tom's but not much beyond that point.

William was naked of course on the dining room table with Richard talking to him, Steve and Bob holding the cheeks of his ass spread apart and Doc with at least one finger up his ass. Some sight to behold as you walk into a room.

"Is there a party going on that I am late to?"

William jerked at the sound of my voice.  Tom looked over at me and said, "Come in, TJ.  I was just finishing an examination of your slave.  Slave, I want you to go down to the pharmacy and get me the Neosporin salve."

"Yes, sir, Massa Doc.  Massa, I will be right back."

It was obvious that William had been used from the way he was walking.  After he left, I said, "Ok, guys, what has been going on?"

"He's fine, TJ.  There is just a tear in the lip of his pussy.  He served dinner tonight and after dinner I told him to walk Mr. Ayass back to his room.  When they got there, William saw pure lust in his eyes and ended up sucking him off, gave him a massage and then fucked him.  To Ayass' credit, he told William to be careful because most guys can't take him anally.  At any rate we were worried because he had been gone so long, so we camped out in the hall outside his room.  Richard gave him a bath, talked to him without making a big deal out of it, and then we just were finishing an exam to be sure everything was all right.  In the process of checking his colon, I of course touched his prostate and he needs to be milked.  Richard, please share with TJ what you and Bob discussed after this morning's session and with which I now agree."

"TJ, this morning's session went really well.  Afterwards, I gave William a bath and checked him out.  During that session I realized that William wants to be a slave, not just in a role playing sense, but all of the time; that when we take him or allow him to come out of the role playing when, for example, he is working as an attorney or when he is giving advice at a meeting it takes away from his life experience; he is uncomfortable; out of his element; he becomes confused.  What he wants is to be a slave all of the time.  He does not want a safe mode; as an example, you remember when he first became your slave there was a time when he could call you 'TJ' and discuss issues with you as an equal?"

"Yes.  We called it safe mode."

"Well, simply put, he wants no safe mode."

"Holy shit.  How did we do that?  You realize if we told him to walk down the street to the news stand naked to buy a newspaper and then return, he would do it and face the arrest as simply something he had to endure because he had failed to do as we told him.?"

"We don't know but it is something we have to keep in mind when dealing with him.  From now on, when we have a meeting he is to be allowed to remain kneeling.  Frankly, it is probably better as he now can simply take the lead.  Steve, I want you to explain this to Joe and Richard, you explain it to Charles; tell him not to share it with Chris until we figure out what to do" instructed Doc.

"One more thing, TJ," continued Doc, "his prostate needs to be drained and probably his nuts as well."

"If it is all right with you, Doc, and the slave training team I am going to, so when he gets back here and we apply the salve.  If I handle it correctly, it can be turned into a positive reinforcement tool."

"Sure.  That is fine.  When he gets back here we will put him on the bed this time on his back.  When you get your finger down there you will feel the little tear.  Milk him and drain his nuts and his prostate and finally put some salve on the tear.  By the way no fucking for a day or two."

From Slave William's point of view.

I hope I did not mess up too much when fucking Mr. Ayass.  My ass feels much better after Massa Richard put the cream on me.  I suppose that Doc feels it is necessary to put the antibiotic salve on the tear.  When I opened the door and all of the guys were standing there talking and waiting on me, frankly, I was surprised that my Massa as well as Massas Steve, Richard and Bob were still there with Massa Doc.

"Slave, go into the bedroom and get on the bed; get on your back, but put this towel down so we don't mess up the spread."

"Yes, sir, Massa Doc."

"Slave?"

"Yes, sir, Massa?"

"Pull your legs up to your chest and hook your arms around your knees and spread yourself open for me."

Massa bent over to more closely examine my pussy and when he did so I could not see him put the salve on his fingers.  Had I been able to, I would have noticed he first put lube on his index and middle fingers and no salve.  He carefully and gently inserted these two fingers into me until he had my prostate between his fingers.  He gently stroked me causing me to squirm around on the bed.  My cock was hanging down over my nuts the head pointing at the bed.  He rubbed my prostate until my cock jumped like it did before my prostate was drained.  As always, he put his mouth over the head of my cock as he liked the flavor of my prostate fluid.

From TJ Wright's point of view.

When we got back to our room we went to bed.  I said to him, "You know that you have to be punished?"

"Yes, Massa."

"First, tell me why you need to be punished."

"Massa, Mr. Ayass warned me that his cock was so wide that it could cause a tear; and, I went ahead anyway; now with my torn pussy, Massa can't fuck me for relief for several nights."

"That is right, slave.  I want you to make love to me like you did the other night when you ran your fingers over the hairs on my body, didn't touch my cock until you take it into your mouth without the use of your hands.  You will be punished in the morning."

"Yes, sir, Massa."

I have to give him credit.  His fingers worked magic and the blow job let me sleep without care or concern.

From Trainer Bob Long's point of view.

I had been briefed about how William (I really had to start thinking of him solely as slave instead of his name) acted when he was milked and for that matter how his nuts were drained.  As I understood it there were two separate steps.  TJ had two fingers up his ass and was giving what looked like a prostate examine.  Very shortly the head of his dick twitched a couple of time and then this clear looking liquid simply flowed out of the head of his cock until TJ took it into his mouth.  The slave had what appeared to be an orgasm with no one touching his cock.  There was a substantial amount of liquid; again it was clear and not sperm; there were no white globs.

TJ then began massaging and rubbing his taint and he took the head of the slave's cock in his mouth and began sucking it.  There was certainly expression of the slave's face now.  TJ spit the cock out of his mouth and told the slave to cum.  The slave looked as if he were in pain and suddenly his cock, still soft simply exploded with thick white cum.  It was much thicker than regular sperm as there was no prostate fluid mixed in. The slave was expressionless; he had no more emotion than when he is pissing.

I then applied some of the antibiotic salve to his opening and patted him on the ass.

Finally I asked him the question, "Slave, what do you think is going to come of your time with Mr. Ayass?"

To be continued...

Posted: 06/01/12