1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/6/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    two men stood there, looking down at me as I rolled around the concrete clutching at my foot and trying to "make the pain go away", and they laughed. "Always have one last try, don't they?", one said to the other. "They've always led a nice, civilized life and they think that rational argument can fix things. As usual, he's trying to bargain with us! As if anyone would negotiate with a slave! Still, perhaps that's taught him that you don't need sophisticated electrical stuff to really hurt a slave when he's disobedient." "You, slave, get on your feet NOW", the other barked. "Me and my mate are expert at giving a man's body a good kicking, and causing real hurt without permanent damage. There's nothing we like more than an unruly slave, as it allows us to practice our kicking before we go off to gang fights at the weekend. Now, UP!" I struggled to stand up, finding it very hard to do so without the help of my hands, and stood there all covered in dust from where I'd rolled on the concrete. "Should we clean him up - take him over to the hanger and hose him down a bit?" "No - if they want, they can clean him on the plane - I've been on board this one, and the owner's got it fitted up as a complete suite for himself - bedroom, bathroom with a proper big bath in it, everything. If they want the slave clean, they can give him a bath as he flies off to his new life!" I didn't like hearing the way they spoke - all this "If they want the slave clean... They can give him a bath" - ...
    there was no element of choice, no "If he wants to clean himself up..." kind of discussion. They led me - still hurting - up the steps of the plane, and inside it was unbelievably luxurious - not like a commercial jet at all. It was all dark wood, deep carpets (that were so tempting to my feet that I wanted to stop and just wriggle my toes down into the thick rich pile), and big leather furniture. On we went though through a room fitted out as an office, with PCs and stuff, then along a corridor (dividing a bedroom?) and finally through a heavy-looking door. Beyond this was not even a normal airplane interior - no plastic and soft lighting. Instead you could see all the construction of the machine as the ribs, cables, and all the other stuff were clearly visible. Standing around on the floor, strapped down, were crates and cartons of various kinds, and I guessed this must be some sort of cargo hold. The only unusual feature was in the far corner where, against the wall there was a kind of cell, or cage - about four feet square, with stainless steel bars running floor to ceiling. The guards led me to this, opened the door, and told me to get inside. Once in, they closed and locked the door with a heavy- looking lock, then told me to turn around. It was a relief to get the cuffs off, as standing and lying all that time with my arms behind my back had become very uncomfortable and I felt as if I was beginning to lose sensation in them. To the best of my ability, as the cell was so ...
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