A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 7

From Trainer Richard Smith's point of view.

This is fucked up.  There was no time to explain the plan to me; I was simply told what my role was; I hope that whatever they have planned, it works.  First, Mr. Ayass was invited down to the large room to be present for a demonstration with his assistant.  Second Bob and Steve got all of the slave trainees together in the same room to watch as well.  Third Chris, Charles, and Joe were all present, too.  I suppose I was chosen to inflict the punishment because I had given the slave his two baths yesterday and they thought that I would have more impact on him than if Steve or Bob did it.

TJ walked into the room with the slave who was wearing his pouch and collar.

TJ said to me, "Richard I want you to punish this slave.  He did something he knew he should not have done; as a result he damaged my property and I was unable to have relations with him last night.  In addition he has assumed certain prerogatives and privileges that rightly only belong to a freeman and not some slave."

"Yes, sir.  The normal punishment for those infractions would be a minimum of 50 lashes with the flogger or 10 with a cane.  The lashes with a cane would be to his buttocks and the flogging would be to his body as a whole."

"Flog him."

From Slave William's point of view.

I knew I was in trouble now.  First there was the flogging lashes that don't break the skin or hurt in the same way a lash from a cane hurts as the cane will most of the time break the skin on each lash and if a lash should overlap not only would the skin break but it would bleed.

Second, why were all these people here?  I can't believe they are going to flog me and punish me in front of the slave trainees and Mr. Ayass.  I will never be able to look at them again.

Third, I really must have fucked up if Massa Richard is going to apply the flog to me.

Finally, I know that Massa Richard is going to want me to confess how I have been assuming certain prerogatives and privileges.  How have I assumed certain prerogatives and privileges? What prerogatives and privileges have I assumed?

From Trainer Richard Smith's point of view.

I walked over to the slave who was standing in the middle of the room.  I signaled Steve to lower the cable from the ceiling so that I could attach the cuffs to his ankles.  "Lie down on the floor, slave."  When he had done so Steve raised the cable so that he was hanging upside down with just his hands touching the floor; Steve then spread the cables so that the slave made a 'Y'.  I then attached cuffs to his hands and to the floor so that he could not swing.

Approaching the slave from the back so that he did not see approach, I reached out with both hands and ripped his pouch from him, leaving him open and exposed.

"I can't believe you have fucked up the way that you have; warned ahead of time that your actions would harm your Master's property, you went ahead anyway; either you did it for your own gratification, because you thought that you knew best, or because you are a professional and so much smarter than the rest of us.  Well, you are coming down a peg today, bitch."

If you know what you are doing, and I do, then the flogging is really not any punishment at all.  Don't misunderstand me; it still hurts, but it does not break the skin, does not cause bleeding; and basically shows red and then the next day turns black and blue.  It scares you more than anything.  I have fifty lashes to apply:  five to each thigh, five to each cheek, ten to the chest and back and the last ten to his nuts and cock.

I put the first thirty lashes on his back, chest and on each thigh without interruption other than his cries and pleas; I asked him nothing.  After thirty I had to stop and rest; get a drink of water and wipe the sweat off of my face.  From this point on I could stop at any time I wanted to; the slave was beaten and broken; he hung suspended, sobbing, begging and pleading for mercy.

"All right you worthless piece of shit, tell me about your prerogatives and privileges.  Tell me about your office and your staff."

Between sobs he replied, "I only have it in my capacity as the attorney.  It is not for me personally."

The flog lashes across the balls are the worst not from a pain point of view because we barely lay it on him but because they can be harsh and because it is a surprise.  The shriek, screams and hysteria were just as we had hoped for.

"What should we do about your office and your staff? "

"Take them away. Let the staff be a part of the pool, and I will work from there as well.  I don't deserve an office or staff."

"Why?'

"Because I am a slave."

This time I applied the five additional lashes to his thighs.

"That leaves you nine more, slave.  All to your nuts and cock."

"Oh, please, no more."

"You have nine more to go; now tell me about your prerogatives."

"I have been thinking and the only two I can think of are that I am allowed to sit at the table when in a meeting instead of kneeling like the slaves are taught to do and everyone calls me 'Slave William' instead of slave."

"What about when you eat?"

"You are right, Massa Richard. I eat at a table off a plate and with utensils."

"So what do we do about those two things?'

"I promise I will act like a slave.  I will eat and drink from bowls.  Just please no more."

"Think again, slave.  There is more."

"What?  The only thing I have left is my Massa."

"That is not what I am talking about.  Why shouldn't you receive the other nine lashes?  Don't you deserve them?  Isn't that a prerogative and privilege that you want me to give to you so that you don't receive the nine remaining lashes to your cock and nuts?  Hold still, slave."

I walked closer to him and unfastened his weights from around his sack, and said, while I was doing it, "Damn, slave, your sack is stretching out nicely.  Look how they are starting to hang down.  Just so that you know I am taking the weights off of your nuts so that the lashes will reach all of them."

"Oh, please, no."

"Be quiet.  Not another word."  I lay the flogger on his nuts and walked over to Richard and said in a loud voice.  "Get these fucking slaves out of here.  I want this assistant out of here also.  I want only free men in here.  Get Chris out of here."

People were moving around in the noise and confusion as the slaves were hustled out of the room.  I looked over at Mr. Ayass whose face was a picture;  Mr. Ayass, please ask your assistant to leave the room.  He stood, looked at his assistant, pointed at the door, and snapped his fingers.  As the guy left, Ayass smiled at me.

"Just so you don't forget it; from now on no one will call you William unless it is your Master and then not in public.  What he does with your sorry ass in private is his business.  Second, from this point on you are a slave; pure simple and plain.  Don't even think about sitting at a table or in a chair; you will eat and drink from the floor like the bitch dog you are.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Massa; Please no more, please."

I walked back over to the slave and picked up the flogger.  I dragged it over his nuts, allowed the straps to fall down over his cock and purposely worked one of the flogging straps into his PA.  I started to lift up the flogger causing the strap to become taught and lift up the head of his cock.  The slave immediately knew what was happening and started squealing "Please, no; oh, please." 

I lifted my hand further as the slave became incoherent and hysterical and the tension between the flogging strap and the slave's cock became tight.  I looked over at TJ and he stood, saying, "Richard, stop.  The strap is caught in his cock and you will damage my property further."

I stopped, lowered my hand as Steve released the spreader and lowered the slave to the floor.  TJ undid the strap from the PA and stood the slave up.  At that time, Dr. Taylor came over to the slave, lifted his head so he was looking Tom in the eye and said, "Slave, you have embarrassed me and this facility.  You will apologize to Mr. Ayass, and then you will beg him to allow you to suck him off, swallow his seed and then beg him to be allowed to drain him.  Now."

From the Slave's point of view.

Oh fuck. I still am owed nine lashes on my nuts.  Maybe if I handle this right I can escape.  I crawled over to Mr. Ayass, apologized for my bad behavior, and started begging to be allowed to service him.  He put his hand down lifted my head so he was staring into my eyes.  He was sitting and took his other hand and softly stroked my hair. 

"What is it you want, slave?"

"I wish to make amends for the embarrassment and bad behavior."

"How, slave?"

"By sucking your cock and swallowing your seed."

"I accept and will be back in a moment for I have to urinate."

"Please sir.  Let me drain you and service you."

"Show me what you mean."

I unzipped his pants, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his button, pulled his shirt up, unsnapped his underwear to reveal his cock, stiff the head still largely covered by the foreskin and pungent in smell.  I indicated with my hands that I needed to lift his hips so that I could get at his tackle; he assisted me and I pulled them down around his ankles.  At that point Massa Richard gave me a half hard lash across my back.

"Slave I know that I taught you better than that.  Take the guest's pants off, fold them properly, and treat him accordingly."

I did so, leaving Mr. Ayass sitting on the chair in his shirt and socks.  I went to put my mouth on his cock when he said, "Slave, I still need to urinate."

By this time I had his cock in my mouth.  I could feel the corners of my mouth tear like I had a cold sore.  I had one hand on his legs running my hands over his fur and the other holding his sack; his nuts had not gotten any smaller over night; they were full and heavy.  I gently pulled down on his sack to get his attention and he looked down at me.  I had just the head in my lips; his helmet was substantially larger than the shaft creating as much as a half to three quarters of an inch overhang.  I think that he could read my eyes as his widened in recognition of the message I was sending. I felt his pee start, slowly at first and then increasing; he was a kind person as he stopped the flow to allow me to swallow and then resumed.  When he was done I started sucking him in earnest.  He obviously did not have the same hair trigger from the night before.  I was working the cock, playing with his nuts and stroking his leg when Massa Richard laid a lash across my back.

"Slave, I am going to string you up if you don't do the job properly."

I allowed his cock to fall out of my mouth as my tongue slowly traced itself down the shaft, over his scrotum, down his taint to the crack in his ass.  Thankfully he had showered this morning.  As my tongue worked his hole, he kindly increased the pressure on my head, causing me to look up at him, and I quickly got my mouth over the head of his cock, when  he exploded.  Again the freeman's sperm shot out of my nose, drenched his stomach, pubic hair, nuts and the shaft of his cock.  It took me almost ten minutes of sucking and licking to clean him up.

From Mohamed Bin Ayass' point of view. 

 Last night I had arranged to meet with Dr. Taylor this morning and was alerted that he wished me to attend a special punishment session as an observer.  I was pleased to do so.  At the scheduled meeting I had with Dr. Taylor, I hoped that my face did not reveal just how impressed I was with the operation here and the abilities of the slaves and that creature in particular from last night.

Now I am without words.  This slave who used to be called William is incredible.  I wish I could buy him but will not make an offer for such would be an insult to Mr. Wright.  I have certainly decided to do business with these people and only hope that we can work everything out.

 I am sure that Anwar Hussein (my assistant's name) will be far better for the experience I am about to obtain for him.  I first saw Anwar about ten years ago. He was age fifteen at the time.  He was absolutely gorgeous in his youth; he was living in a one-room mud hut with his mother, father and four siblings; I paid his father the equivalent of twenty-five US Dollars and took him home. He had no idea what was about to happen.  I took him into my home and put him in the bath.  He was about 5'11" on his way to his current height of 6'4"; I am not sure what he weighed then, but he is at 230 now.  His cock was obviously uncut, his nuts big and encased in a very hairy sack.  As a matter of fact, Anwar is very cocky about his hair; he is as close to an animal as I have ever seen including me.  I think that the only places that he does not have dark black hair are inside his mouth, his eyes and on the very head of his cock.  His cock is probably 6 inches at best, but he does not complain.  Me, I don't suck cock, I don't eat cum, I don't rim; I am happy to have a man service me but there is no reciprocity.

In my conversation with Dr. Taylor, Steve, and Richard, I said,  "First let me thank you for the slave last evening.  He was simply amazing; I have never seen, heard, or even contemplated being serviced as I was.  This morning was the experience of a life time.  As I understand it, he belongs to Mr. Wright.  Please convey my thanks to him as well; Doctor, would it be permissible to give the slave a token; nothing that he would own but something that his master could use on him?  Please also tell him I am sending him a small gift of appreciation.

"Doctor, I have one additional matter I want to discuss with you and Steve.  My personal assistant who has accompanied me; I want him to go through the training program that you have here.  As I understand it, starting from scratch, it should take about a week; say I give you a check for $50,000.00 which is a little more but it would mean a great deal to me. I want him to especially be taught the massage techniques that the slave used so well."

"Mr. Ayass, what is the relationship between you and your assistant?"

"I own him.  I purchased him from his father about ten years ago.  Let me be clear that there has never been any sexual experience between us."

"Our problem is that we only work with people who voluntarily have put themselves in the position they are in.  What will he say?"

"I don't know.  But could you send for him and we will find out?"

"Certainly.  Steve see if you can find him."

"Anwar come in here.  You have met Dr. Taylor and this is Mr. Steve Wilcox and Richard Smith.  As you are aware, Dr. Taylor heads this facility and these two gentlemen head up the slave training area.  I want to engage the head of all training here to put you through their training course.  The issue has come up of our relationship and it never occurred to me exactly where we stand."

"You purchased me from my father when I was just short of my fifteenth birthday.  I have been yours ever since."

"Anwar, because you are in the United States, and Mr. Wilcox and I have to abide by the laws here, we can only accept you if you agree to voluntarily enter into our program.  Frankly, at this point I don't know exactly what Mr. Ayass wants in your program."

"It does not matter.  What ever he wants he may have; I belong to him.  My entire family is dead, killed in one of the crackdowns by the then-government of Iraq.  If he had not purchased me I would be dead today.  I owe him my very life."

"How did you learn to understand and speak English so well?"

"Mr. Ayass had me taught.  When I became his property I could neither read nor write, add nor subtract.  He had tutors work with me every day eight hours a day.  I probably have the equivalent of a master's degree and speak and read four languages fluently."

"Mr. Ayass, we would be pleased to assist you. What do you want done?"

"I want all of the hair on his body, with the exception of the hair on his head, his beard, his eye lashes, eye brows and in his nose removed, never to grow back.  I want him taught to do what Slave William did with Mr. Wilcox and me earlier; I want him to take the advanced etiquette course that Mr. Wilcox teaches and that was exhibited by Slave William and I want his breasts pierced.  Anwar strip down."

Anwar stood there naked.  His body was amazing because he was totally covered in black course hair.  The hair on his back was as thick as that on a man's chest.  Mr. Ayass told Anwar to hold his cock up and out of the way.  He got down on his knees and grasped the sack and said "I want these to hang down further."

Dr. Taylor said, "Anwar do you understand what Mr. Ayass has said he wants done?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you agreeable to having us do these things to your body, and are you willing to take Mr. Wilcox' training?  You need to understand that you will be punished if you don't do what you are told or if Trainer Steve does not think that you are giving your all to the program.  Do you agree to accept this punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you understand that you have the right not to agree to any of these body modifications and training?"

"Yes, Sir."

"All right, Trainer Steve here is going to take you now and have you sign papers that Slave will draw up.  Mr. Ayass, Trainer Steve will contact you tomorrow and tell you his estimate as to how long the process will take; rest assured that the $50,000 will cover all of the expenses including the laser removal of hair."

When I returned to my room, I picked up the phone and called the jewler that I use in New York and ordered a pair of gold nipple rings 2 ounces each with diamond studs for the slave's breasts and a gold Prince Albert.  I decided that a four-ounce twenty-four carat Prince Albert would make a statement.  I also included a twenty-four carat ring for his taint.  Finally I decided on a one-pound ring for his testicles.  That ought to do it — one-and-a-half pounds of gold.

From Dr. Taylor's Point of View. 

I had been thinking about how to deal with the management issues and came to the conclusion that it was simply too difficult to try and arrange all members in our little venture to be present at every meeting.  Therefore, I tried to think about who would be necessary at each meeting and decided that there needed to be an "executive committee."  I thought that the Slave (from this point on he will no longer be referred to as William but as Slave with a capital S) because of his legal training, should be present; that Charles, due to his experience in the business world, and TJ, from an administration point of view; depending upon the topic of the meeting, I would add, by invitation, others as deemed necessary.

I called TJ and discussed the matter with him, and he agreed.  I then asked Joe if he could come to my office in twenty minutes for a working lunch and then arranged for Joe to bring Chris.  Joe, Chris, and I were sitting, waiting for TJ and his Slave; I informed them that TJ would be a moment late because the Slave had to clean up after his punishment.  Lunch was delivered consisting of sandwiches on platters and two containers covered with catering covers.  The door opened and TJ walked in with Slave behind him.  Slave's eyes were fixed on the floor.  He followed TJ to TJ's chair and sank to his knees.  I took a sandwich and passed the tray around.  TJ had sat next to me so the Slave was kneeling between us.  I handed the two covers to TJ which he uncovered to reveal a bowl with slave chow in one and water in the other; he put them on the floor.

"Slave we are going to have to work through these new circumstances.  That means that you will have to look at us as this meeting goes forward.  Here are a pad and pen for you to take notes if you wish.  If someone asks you a direct question you may answer without asking for permission; if you have something you wish to say then you will raise your hand and wait to be recognized.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, Massa Tom."

"All right, let's get started.  First, I want Charles and TJ to tell us about their schedule and a moving date.  As you both know, the company is paying to move your belongings."

"Chris and I have no problems.  We plan on going home either tonight or early in the morning.  Dr. Joe told me that he could travel; he just cannot have sex or lift anything.  The movers can come any time after tomorrow night.  We will come back the day after tomorrow."

"Tom, as you know we have moved out of Slave's house and have given it to our children; the adoption hearing is scheduled for the Tuesday before Thanksgiving which is right around the corner.  I have decided to keep my house for us to use when we can get away, so all we have to do is to get our clothes, papers, Duke, because you have said that we could use one of the furnished units here.  I am going to leave Slave here and return the following day."

'Perfect.  Charles, what are your recommendations with regard to the money we are going to be holding in trust for all of these employees?  With the limits of the FDIC we can't just put it into CD or money market accounts due to the amount."

"Let's invest the money into U.S. Treasury bills.  Those are guaranteed by the United States Government."

"Slave, what are your thoughts?" 

"Massa, we can set up a trust so that the world is put on notice that the money is not yours, but that you are holding it in trust for these persons."

"Tom, Richard told Steve and me this morning that they expect to have at least seventy-five persons by the end of this week to be interviewed for the breeders program, which is one of the reasons that I am leaving Slave behind.  He has to get his work done."

"That is going to present all kinds of problems.  I will take the responsibility to be sure the dormitory beds are ready with the bathing facilities.  Slave, I want you to have the legal documents ready to be reviewed by tomorrow.  Also when it comes to the welcoming and explanation, I was going to have you to do that so that we are assured that the legal ramifications are addressed.  Now I have got to think that through."

"Charles, please get Chris so that he is ready to do the background checks; which brings me to the point, Joe; how long before Chris is back at 100%?"

"Doc, that is a good question, because, frankly speaking, I am getting backed up and if I don't get some relief soon, there are going to be problems," said Charles.  Everyone laughed.

"Well, Charles, I told Chris just before I came up here that he is released from the infirmary immediately; he can get started on his security work from his office here.  He is fine from an oral standpoint, but no fornication by you or masturbation of him for another week."

"Fine.  Joe, let me be frank; can I sleep on him and, I suppose, in him.  No fornication, just possession?"

"Yes, but you have got to be gentle and careful.  Any problems and you stop."

"Perfect.  Let's get him started on drafting his program for running security checks on these people.  Slave, have you drafted the releases necessary to allow him to get all of the background checks necessary?

"Yes, Sir."

"Joe, you will need to get the forms to the Slave for the release of medical records."

"Done."

The last thing is that we expect to receive the $125,000,000.00 by wire in a week, so there is no time to waste."

From Chris Parry's Point of View.

I went back to our unit which is the first time I have seen it.  We can really be very happy here.  There is a king size bed and plenty of room.  I am so ready to get some of my guy.  I just can't wait.

"Hey, Charles."

"Hey, yourself.  How did your meeting go?"

"Good.  You will be pleased to hear that we can sleep the way you want, including me buried inside you; however, Joe is going to be checking you daily and no fucking yet, and I can't get you off yet; hopefully that will change in less than a week.  I hope that your jaw muscles are rested up."

"Babe, do you think we could just go to the bedroom and lay down for a little while?  I will suck you and make love to you with my mouth?"

He stood there as I took off his clothes.  I started with his shirt, unbuttoning it and then removing it.  I pushed him back so he was sitting on the bed; taking advantage of him sitting there, leaning back on his hands, I licked his breasts and then licked my way up to his ears, sucking on the lobes, tonguing the ears, trailing my tongue along his jaw line; I lifted each arm and sucked and wet the bushy pits, heavy with his scent.  No animal ever rubbed itself marking its territory more diligently that I did him.  As I finished with his pits, my hands left his breast where I had been working his pec muscles to undo his belt.  He stood up and pushed me away, so that he could remove my pants, shirt, and underwear.  There was no bandage any longer; the wound site was all but gone, there remained only some lightly red areas demarking the wound site.  My hair had grown in and was itching me.   Naked, he pushed me back on the bed and took off his clothing as well.

"Get up on the bed.  I can't rub your taint or finger you, but I have an idea."

I started lightly running my fingers up and down Chris' legs; no pressure just the faintest of touches; I was thankful that I had not shaved his legs, so I touched the hair on his legs.  Looking at him I have decided that he is going to grow his hair back where his cock use to be so that he has hair on his legs and his pubic area.  The rest of him will remain hairless.  He started to shiver and try and hump my hands.

"Stop that or I will have to stop.  You lie there and lie still.  I will tie your hands to the bedposts if you want me to."
 

"No, Charles, please don't restrain me.  I will be still."

I went back to just what I call 'feathering' him with my fingertips.  He moaned and shivered, until he spread his legs wide and lifted his sack to my amazement.  From his pee hole flowed cum; there was a little touch of blood but he came.  When I looked up at him I was immediately concerned because he was crying.

"Did I hurt you?  Are  you all right? Do you want me to call Joe?  I knew I should not have done that."

"Hush.  Quiet down.  I am crying because it was so great.  Those are tear of happiness.  Now come up here, I am thirsty and am suffering from a protein deficiency."

"Charles?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"What do you think about what happened to William this morning?"

"First, you need to know that he no longer is called William.  From today on he is simply called Slave."

"Why?"

"Because TJ and Tom decided."

"How do you think Slave feels about it?"

"Well I think that he has to like the idea.  But you should have been at the meeting afterwards.  It was a lunch meeting and everyone was sitting around the table eating their sandwiches and talking except Slave."

"Where was he?"

"On the floor on his hands and knees, eating slave chow out of a bowl and lapping up water."

To be continued...

Posted: 06/08/12