A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 9

From Steve Wilcox's point of view.

Joe found me in the training room with the other two slave trainers.  Richard Long has a good sized cock; not as big as mine but more than nine inches; his was not very big around but it certainly pleases him; and, his partner Bob is not as long but both are, I am sure if he was a top or lucky, really good guys.  I went over to him; he put his arms around my neck and I put mine around his waist, pulling him to me.  I leaned in and kissed him with open mouth and exercising my tongue.  I rubbed up against him.  We simply hugged so that we were ear to ear; it felt so good.

One of the trainers laughed and said, "Get a room."

"Can you two be trusted to finish the training schedules so that this poor instructor can take a coffee break?"

"Go"

We went down to the apartment.  "Joe, I missed you.  We have all been so damn busy we have not had a chance to do anything but sleep when we get into the bed.  Are you up to taking a couple of days off?"

"Oh, yes."

"Do you think that Dr. Tom will let us go away?"

"Oh, yes."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I was in his office after meeting with Slave and Chris.  We talked about you and me."

"What did he say?"

"He wanted to know if you have taught me how to take that cock of yours in my pussy."

"No."

"Watch this."  I called down to Tom's office and said, "Tom would it be alright if Steve and I spent a couple of nights away?  We will be local and could get back here in less than thirty minutes if needed."

"Really.  Thank you."

"What did he say?"

"He said that he is calling the Ritz Carlton at Buckhead for a suite for two nights with room service on him."

"No shit."

"Is it ok if I pack us a bag while you arrange for Bob and/or Richard to cover for you?"

"Perfect.  I will meet you in the garage in twenty minutes.  Love ya."

From TJ Wright's Point of View.

I read the first draft of my comments.  "Good morning, gentlemen.  My name is TJ Wright and I am the Director of the Breeders Division of this facility.  We have been employed to fill fifty places that are open and available.  Please listen closely as you will be given a copy of an agreement which you will be expected to sign.  The way this program will work is as follows:

          1st:  You have already completed an employment application.  You should know that you may withdraw the application at any time.  This application gives Mr. Chris Parry, on behalf of the facility, the authority to do a complete legal background on you to include the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, NCIC, and full credit checks.  Now don't get upset or worried about the credit check.  We realize that some of you are here because of your credit.  Good credit is not a requirement; we do the check for security purposes.

          2nd:  You have signed a HIPPA form which allows us to obtain all of your medical history and insurance applications.  Obviously good health is a requirement.  You need to know that the information that we gather we must keep confidential and if you withdraw your application we will give you all of the materials we have gathered at that point in time.

          3rd:  When I have finished these comments, you will be divided into groups depending upon the number assigned to you when you picked up your application; the number is simply the representative of your registration number.  As you may have figured out, we have, at last count, 112 people with fifty spaces to be filled.  In each group you will supply the technicians with information and/or samples such as blood, sperm, pubic hair and urine.  All of these samples are necessary to do complete physicals on you and to check your sperm count.

          4th:  This job entails you going to a foreign country and working there for a minimum of five years.  At the end of the fifth year, if you wish to continue your employment, you may do so if your employer is satisfied with the job you have done.

          5th:  No job or situation can be all good; there have to be some bad points or you would not be paid the monies guaranteed you; so for the bad; you can have no live communication with your families; you may write them but the letters will be censored; for the five years, you will not be allowed to drink any type of alcoholic beverages or have any type of contact with the outside world, other than the visits by representatives of this organization.

          6th:  Many of you are ready to walk out now; let me tell you why I think many of you will stay.  You will be paid $100,000.00 per year after taxes; the entire lump sum will be held by this company in the United States invested in US Treasury bills, and the income is tax exempt.  So, at the end of the five year period, you will have an estimated $635,000 after taxes, plus there are extras or bonuses:  for every employee that is a documented blond and is blue eyed, there is a signing bonus of $50,000; for every stud that has a cock longer than seven inches a signing bonus of $50,000 and for every guy with a foreskin there is a $50,000 bonus  The bonuses are tax exempt as well.  If the tax laws are changed then the employer will pay the taxes that might be due.

          7th:  Your job will be to ejaculate three times a day, seven days per week, fifty-two weeks per year for five years.  You may do so in any manner that you chose; in other words if you wish to do so by using a condom and masturbate that is fine; if you want the assistance of someone else you may designate the gender of the person and use a different person each time; you may have them assist you in any fashion you please provided the sperm is collected in a condom, and given to the staff person..  Your sperm will be collected and used to inseminate young women.  You will have no rights to the children born, no obligations, and in fact will never see the children.  Each collection of sperm will be used to inseminate three different women; for your information the average guy ejaculates sufficient sperm to inseminate three women if done so under ideal conditions.  If your production is low then you will have a choice:  you may extend your contact without pay or you may simply have them reduce the amount of your pay pro rata to meet the quota requirements of nine units per day.  If your production of sperm is greater than the minimum, you will be given credit for it and may save the credit for rainy days.  We have done some research on the matter and frankly any normal guy can easily meet the quota.  If at the end of the five years you have accumulated a credit, you will be paid for those credits on the same pro rata basis that any short fall would be calculated.  You may not have any type of sexual relief other than climaxing into a condom under the supervision of a representative of your employer.  Obviously the sperm must be processed immediately upon ejaculation; there will be no one in the room with you when you ejaculate other than the person of your choice, unless of course that person is a representative of your employer.  You must ejaculate into the condom; the condoms will be provided to you.

          8th:  You may not use any type of drugs other than those provided for you; all of your food, lodging and other expenses will be paid; you may attend college, graduate school or technical schooling of your choice at no expense; if you acquire a professional degree such as an accountant you may obtain your experience requirements there at no charge.

          9th:  While your meals will be provided for you; you will be put on a diet that is reasonable and designed to assist you in meeting your goals.  Individual supplement needs will be determined on a case-by-case basis.  Obviously both parties have a huge commitment and want you to be successful.

          10th:  Once your physical results, background checks and security clearances are completed, you will be called in for an individual interview; thereafter if you are selected, you will be told when to report.  At that time you will come with whatever clothing you wish.  All computers, cell phones, and iPods are to be left here.  At that time a band will be put on you for security purposes; it is a painless, non-scaring, non-invasive; non-surgical process. When the contract period is over then there is no residual effect of any sort.

Finally, and this may be the most important part:  the contract terms will be determined in accord with the laws of the country of Saudi Arabia.

Now I would ask that you take the time needed to read the agreement and then go to the areas in this room according to your number grouping.  When completed, your picture will be taken.  If you don't have a passport you will sign the necessary forms and an application will be filed on your behalf.  Individual questions will be answered at the time that samples are obtained.

From the point of view of the medical technicians employed to obtain the samples.

The facility has supplied each number grouping with a newly invented "gun" which is used to obtain a stool sample as well as a sperm sample. First, the applicant while standing, provides a urine sample into the appropriate specimen jar/tube/receptacle.  Thereafter, while the applicant is lying on a hospital type gurney covered by a drape or sheet the tech using a pair of scissors and of course wearing a pair of sterile surgical gloves for each applicant, 'snipes' a sample of the hair immediately above the penis and puts it into a specimen jar pre-labeled with the applicant's number.  The hair sample provides the means to determine the applicant's drug usage and alcohol consumption in the past 6 months. While lying down the applicant is asked to provide a semen sample; if he is unable to become erect or otherwise ejaculate, then we use the new "gun".  The gun is inserted into the anal passage and is first used to stimulate the prostate until a sample is ejaculated into a condom; thereafter the gun is checked for stool and if when withdrawn is clean or insufficient, then it is re-inserted until a stool sample is found.  Those applicants who have a long enough dick are measured for confirmation purposes; the hair sample will also confirm hair coloring; finally a notation is made about foreskin.

While these activities are taking place, an EKG and physical exam are performed.  All told, it takes about fifteen minutes.

We are occasionally asked the question by a small number of applicants if it matters if they are gay.  The answer is not at all; gay has no effect on the sperm count and the applicant is free to produce the sample as a result of being fucked or fucking another man.  The client will provide the stimulus.

At the end of a week we have all the applicants selected in the first round.  They are then told to report for a final test.  At this final test they are put through a trial production day; that is, they have to produce a sperm sample three times during the day or every eight hours.  The sample is then tested and measured.  Within ten days, the men are on the plane owned by the client and flown out of town.

From Joe Black's Point of View.

We pulled up in front of the Ritz Carlton to the door being opened, our bags taken; the reservation desk said we were preregistered and paid.  The attendant had a bellman take us to our room.  He opened the curtains for us, showed us the various amenities in the room including the fruit basket and champagne, and finally, he told us that if we needed anything to let him know.

Steve went to the door with him, tipped him, put the do not disturb sign on the door, and closed and locked it.  I put my arms around his neck, and nuzzling in his ear, whispered, "Please take your clothes off.  I am going to put a towel on the bed for you to lie on and one to cover your privates."

"Are you embarrassed to look at my privates?"

"No, babe, I am afraid if I see them, I will not be able to do anything else."

I had turned down the bed, went into the bathroom, got two towels, spread them out on the bed and laid the smaller of the two on the side for Steve.  I then put the massage oil I had gotten from Slave and nuked it for 15 seconds.  When I turned there he lay, face down and this skimpy little towel covering the cheeks of his ass.  I took my clothes off, and started on his back.  I put some of the warm oil on his back starting at the towel and moved towards his neck.  Starting on his right side I used my thumbs pushing up his spine feeling for the knots as Slave had told me.  When I found one I simply rubbed on it and, if it seemed overly large or tense, I used my elbow to break it up.  Up and down his spine and the right side of his back.  When complete I got on the bed and repeated the process on his left side.

When done with his back, I then straddled his back on my knees and attacked his shoulders between the shoulder joint and his spine — the place that everyone seems to get tense.  I really dug in causing him to moan and to make other noises of appreciation.  From his shoulders I went south to his legs.  Lying on his stomach allowed me to pick up his foot, bend it at the knee and to rest it on my shoulder.  I worked the area from his ankle to his knee and when done I licked and sucked in the space directly behind the kneecap.  I then spread his thighs so I could work him.  While performing the massage I noticed and appreciated just how hairy Steve was.  As I worked up his thighs, the closer to the crack in his ass my hands rubbed, the denser the hair became.  The hair was dark, short, and curly; it swirled in patterns as it accumulated at the crack.  I removed the towel and worked the cheeks of his ass; when doing so my fingers went into the crack causing his smell to escape and be received by me.  My thumbs went into the crack, digging and kneeding him; his moaning was almost constant at this point.  When done with the massage part on his back, I spread the cheeks of his ass and started licking, sucking, and sniffing.  He smelled so fantastic; I put my lips over his asshole, latched on so that I could create a suction, and pulled the lips of his hole into my mouth.  I gently munched on them, pulling them, tasting him, and biting him.  I felt him shudder.

"Roll over, babe."

"How about get us another towel?  This one is covered in sperm?"

"What?"

"You heard me, bitch.  Don't 'what' me.  You caused me to nut and I messed up the towel.  Thanks for thinking of the towel as I would hate to call down to the desk and tell him to send up housekeeping because we have been here all of fifteen minutes and we have already messed up the sheets."

Laughing, I took away the dirty towel, got a new one, and said, holding up the small towel, "Do you think that this is necessary?"

"Smart ass."

I then massaged his neck, face, and breast areas.  People don't appreciate just how much stress impacts their bodies.  I then started on his toes.  I sucked between them before rubbing and pulling them.  I worked my way up his body towards his hips, spreading his legs.  His nine-inch cock was lying soft across his thigh.  Steve said to me, "What are you staring at?"

"I am not staring; it has its eye on me."

"You got that right, and you better stay on your toes; it was telling me this morning in the shower that it has you in its sights."

As I reached his scrotum I lifted up his sack and its treasures so that I could lightly and with love roll them and massage them gently.  His cock hardened yet again as I licked the creases, his belly where his precum was leaking, and finally his cock.

Steve pulled me down on top of him, nuzzled in the crease of my neck, between the shoulder and, heck, biting me, putting his mark on me, as his hand grabbed the massage oil bottle and started the process of lubing me up.  I had already started lubing myself daily as well as the enemas.  He first put what felt like his index finger in me, primarily to insert lube into my back passage.  Then he used both thumbs to spread me wide, followed by both index fingers which he used as leverage to pull me wide, always pushing his fingers into me.  Finally he used both index fingers and both middle fingers in what really became a four way stretch as he spread the two fingers on each hand apart and then pulled his hands apart.  It felt like I was being torn and frankly it just plain hurt.  I was glad I had been practicing with the dildos loaned to me by Slave.

Steve rolled off of his side and on to his back; he lifted me up and straddled me over his cock.  "Look at me.  I want you to put your hand down and grab my cock; I want you to slowly lower yourself onto it.  When you feel it touch the lips of your pussy, stop and just rub it over, around and on your lips; when you feel right allow yourself to sink down on it.  Now listen to me if you go too fast you are going to hurt yourself, so go slowly and gently.  Also, now look me in the eye; you are only a virgin once; once my cock has breached your lips you aren't a virgin anymore; it is a once in a lifetime experience, so take it slowly and enjoy every moment.  Be prepared as it is going to be painful until you are fully stretched."

With those words of advice I prepared to be fucked for the first time. I had my hand around as much of his shaft as would fit, and I rubbed the lube on my entry point;  I could tell that there was plenty of lube on his lance, on the outside of me and inside me.  I slowly and gently let gravity do its work; I could feel my hole open, stretch wide and then start to hurt;  I stopped as I felt Steve's hands squeeze my thighs.

"Stop for a moment.  Let your body and your mind catch up with the current state of affairs in your ass hole."

"You have a dirty mouth."

"Lean down here a moment."

I did so and he pulled me into a kiss, pushing his tongue and spit into my mouth.  His hands started raking themselves up and down my spine; he reached between us to find my cock and balls, taking them into his palms and rolling them around.  He started jacking my cock, sensually going up and down; he moved his fingers to his mouth and lubed them and then returned them to his job; his hands left my cock again, this time going to my mouth for lube.  As he jacked without any fanfare or comment, he started a tightening of my scrotum.  I looked down at him and he smiled up at me.

"Still want my cock in you?"

"Oh, yes; it is not a matter of wanting your cock; it is a matter of needing your cock."

The pressure continued tightening ever so slowly; gradually it took over the front of my brain; it was what I thought about; I could not figure out why he was intentionally hurting me.  "Why Steve?  Why are you squeezing my balls?  Why are you hurting me?"

"Babe put your hand around the entrance to your pussy."

"Oh, fuck. It hurts."

"I told you.  My squeezing your nuts simply took your mind off of the matter at hand and allowed nature to take its course.  I know you hurt, but you were going to hurt no matter what.  Now sit still and let your body acclimate itself to the invader."

I lay down on his chest, taking his nipple into my teeth; licking with my tongue; finding a stray hair and biting and pulling on it.  I tried tightening my anal muscles but frankly it hurt and it did not seem as if my muscles were working; the hurt was really a burning sensation more than a hurt or pain.

"Does your ring burn when you tighten down or does it hurt like a cut or scrape?"

"Burning.  How did you know?"

"Good.  A burning sensation means that it is a muscle stretching rather than a tear or rupture.  The burning simply means that you are going to have a pulled muscle type situation to deal with tomorrow or the next day."

"Why would it take to the day after tomorrow before I have to deal with it instead of tomorrow morning?"

"Because I will still be fucking you, pulling on the muscle tonight and tomorrow and so the first chance your pussy is going to have is the day after tomorrow."

As he said, "…the day after tomorrow" he rolled me over spread my legs as wide open as possible, pulled my hands over my head, and continued, "You might want to pull your legs up and wrap them around my waist so you have something to hold onto as I start fucking you."

He gently and slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was in me, looked into my eyes and plugged me.  He moved his hips ever so slightly so that the angle of his hips was changed causing the blunt head of his cock to bump into my nut every time he pushed in; and, every time he pulled out the flange on the head caught on my prostate gland pulling on it causing friction.

I no longer had the strength to hold my hips up around his waist.  They laid back onto the bed, splayed open like a butterflied chicken; I was wasted; even if I had wanted to resist I did not have the ability.  I simply lay there in the aftermath of my orgasm, exhausted.

I could tell that Steve was beginning to set off his own fireworks.  I could sense something was going on and raised my hands to move his face so that he was looking me in the eye.  "What is the matter?"

"I am supposed to be able to control my orgasm and I can't.  I am about to cum and I don't want to yet.  I want to be able to continue fucking you."

"Let me have it.  I want your cum; I want you to impregnate me; put your sperm in me."  And he did.

I continued to hold his face kissing him as he ejaculated into me.  You could hear the squishy sound produced by his cock whipping the cum into a frothy foam.  I could feel it run down the crack of my ass.

He rolled over onto his side, allowing me to pull off; damn that was a mistake, but once I was off of him I went and got the champagne and glasses.  He called out to get the second bottle out of the little fridge.  I brought all back to the bed and poured him a glass; he took my face in his hands, staring me in the eye and pushed my mouth down onto his cock; it was still shiny with leftover cum, lube and pussy slime;  as I got closer I could tell it had a tannish tint to it; my mouth opened wide and I took him in, cleaned him up, sucked the leftovers out of the eye of his monster; when done he turned me so that my back to him so that we were his front to my back allowing him to slide his cock back into me.  Why did he have me suck him clean?  I smacked my lips and smiled.

From the point of view of Trainer Bob.

We had no problem finding fifty guys wanting to take the positions within the breeders program.  Finding the next fifty is proving more time consuming.  I am concerned about the next phase of The Facility's future.  We needed a chief operating officer; someone to control and be in charge.  It seems to me that we needed someone who had operated a business, was familiar with budgets, business plans, and administration.  That person was TJ with Charles as an assistant.

I found TJ and asked him if he had some time for me.  He agreed and we met.  "TJ, I want to recommend to Tom that he appoint you as the Chief Operating Officer.  Do you have a problem with that?"

"Why do you think that Tom would want to take that tact?"

"Because I was his first part time employee; I know how he works.  We need someone at the helm that has experience operating a business.  Charles could handle research and the recruitment of the fifty persons for phase two."

"What else?"

"IT makes sense that legal comes under administration; we need an accountant and a person who can teach physical education and fitness.  Medical would be Dr. Joe assisted by John, the nurse."

"That is some couple — Joe and John — Joe can hardly walk and John has no balls."

"Yeah but you would never know about John as long as Tom gives him his hormone shots."

"Training would be Steve assisted by Richard and me.  What about a business plan?"

"Why don't you let me have Slave work that up?"  He used to do that type of things for clients applying for SBA loans and bank financing."

"TJ, I really think that the next phase is going to be exciting."

"I agree, and think we should call it 'The Facility, Phase Two'."

 The End.

Posted: 06/15/12