1. Road to Slavery - 1


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Author: Apocryphus, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    He took Sam by the collar and threw him down the basement; his punishment was indefinite. Sam was living a fulfilling life, and enjoyed it to the maximum; he had friends, and above all he had a happiness more than what others could esteem. It were as though everything revolved around him at some point. Going out on weekends with his mates from another week at work was his way of unwinding, and throughout the entire night he would drink, have a few joints, and above all, get laid. Sure, Sam was sexually experienced with both men and women; but more so with the latter. Only a few times did he sleep with men, and even then nothing much did happen apart from he fucking his guests. Suffice it to say that he did a good job, but it was nothing compared to what he would be expecting soon. It was one of those nights, a clear and cool one, with none other but silence to be heard; Sam wanted to take a walk, but his Conscience cautioned. Ignoring this, he went out anyway; it was just 11 pm. He didn't know how to drive nor ride a bike, but he preferred walking anyway. Thus, Sam decided to walk to the other side of town to that abandoned factory only a couple of decimetres away from another park. It was in this park where gay men would cruise for some fun. This wasn't what Sam wanted; he wanted to go further, and so he did. Finally, after approximately an hour after leaving his home, did reach the site of the abandoned factory. What light behind him did give him safety was soon dimmering ...
    through the bridge that darkens with every footstep made; and by the time Sam was on the other side of this bridge he could not only see the towering structures of this factory but also no light to give him a way forward. He would put himself at such danger, yet something inside Sam wanted him to walk further into the darkness where anything could happen. His boots made scuffling sounds as he walked; even the sound of a fox nearby could startle Sam. He would hope for some sound, such as a conversation, the hooting of owls, or even the bristling of trees, to remind him of he not succumbing to deafness. A few metres inward, the canal stirred; a few swans and ducks who would flap their wings and ponder at the water caused Sam to gasp as though someone were about to lunge at him. Not so; but continued his walk. In the crossroads of all things in life renowned: to his left there was an area that would lead to the foundations of this factory, where in its ruins heaps of rubbish, stone and glass were broken apart and scattered throughout the remains while decomposing food and flowers adorned the inner courtyard from whence it lay. Dared he to that courtyard? The other way was forward, which lead him out of the place and back onto the main road home. He took a left, where it was more dark than anything. His heart paced, yet he continued to motion; his eyes moved everywhere and would every several seconds look behind him to see where he was and who may be following him. Past the heaps ...
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