Part 2 – clubsslave1_var_alpha-v1.3_06/15/20XX
“Changed some stuff according to your comments,” Matt said as he drove Luke, who was deep in contemplation.
Luke met Matt in high school, and Matt was clearly a man of dreams, often big dreams, and too often pipe dreams. Naturally, he did not think he would return for another test.
That said, now that they were both 30, things were very different; Matt knew what he was doing.
Matt operated out of a house in an unstable environment. Situated in an area just between the high and mighty glass and steel skyscrapers and the crime-infested slums, nicknamed “The Twilight Band, the house had once belonged to two prestigious gang members, and most recently an infamously far-gone drug addict and smuggler on the side, who sold the house for cheap in order to sate his endless want for amphetamines and cocaine.
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Part 1 – streetfair1_alpha-v1.6_06/06/20XX
It was a beautiful day out; though the tarmac was sunbathed and hot as the many men present were, a gentle breeze blew through the crowds. They were noisy, cheering about something, but there was also a sort of chant-like rhythm to their stomping and their shouting.
He awoke with a start, evidently startled by the inexplicably clear voice which spoke the line among the crowds.
He tried to look around, but it was of no use. He lay in a grey void, paradoxically brighter under the “horizon” infinitely far away, but darker above. The strange voice came from every direction, even on the cot he lay Wait.
He had no body. Also, how did he know the weather if there was no environment?
If the above made no sense to you, that would be because it made no sense to him as well, but before he could panic, the voice from the ether re-emerged.
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Part 30 – “Let’s Go Home”
“James, I -”
“I know, Master. If you’re looking for a place to live, come with me. I have a mansion I live alone in. It’s kind of sad, really.”
“What about after that? I can’t just rely on you.”
“I’ll think of something back at the company. Just wait for my good news.”
“I’m in your debt, my boy.”
“No. This is for everything you’ve given me. Now let’s go home, Master.”
The talk barely took a minute. James had everything planned from the moment Russell entered the door to the director’s office.
As they exited, Director Daniel was waiting.
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Part 29 – “Debrief”
James awoke with a start, opening his eyes to see nothing.
Today was his last day here at this facility. Despite the fact that he had been stripped of his humanity, he wanted to stay.
So this was Stockholm syndrome. Maybe this was not the right term to use; his captors never really caused him much harm at all, if discounting Arnold that is. Though Russell in particular, he gave him the time of his life, and showed him what perfect love could feel like.
Speaking of Russell, where was he?
The night prior, Russell had slept in the cell with James again, upholding his promise to stay by his slave’s side for the rest of yesterday. This morning, he seemed to have gone.
The lights were all off, but James felt a distinct absence. Gingerly, he shuffled around, and found no one by his side. After confirming no one was on the mattress, he splayed himself out as he usually did, but knocked into a certain something with his right shoulder.
Inspecting it further, he felt leather, chain and an unlocked padlock.
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Part 28 – “Go Home”
He slapped his own face.
And he had not yet awoken.
After a while, Russell crawled by, and suggested that they go eat.
“Shouldn’t you put on some clothes and take the collar off, Master?”
“No. Before we go, put the cage back on me, and don’t lock yourself back up.”
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Part 27 – “Pay Back”
Day 365 was the last day of James’ imprisonment in this crazy, crazy facility.
Hopefully, he thought, this would be a simple, no-frills, all round calm day.
It was none of that.
As he awoke, and the cell door opened, he heard the familiar rhythms and tones of Russell’s footsteps.
His master was back, with a small bag of toys.
James scrambled onto all fours and crawled over excitedly to greet his master, but was stopped.
As James slowly stood up, confused about the meaning of everything that was going on, Russell knelt.
In anticipation of James’ bewilderment, Russell shouted, “Stay still! Don’t move!”
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Part 26 – “In the Real World”
It was day 345 out of 365, and Russell had just announced to James that he would be trained to pick up another set of skills.
“When you get back to the real world, you’ll have to deal with different things than you are now. That’s why I’m going to train you to behave well in public.”
And indeed Russell was right. He had to adapt to new people, new environments, new dynamics.
In any case, James spent 15 days (day 345 to 360) in the same routine. He would not have blindfolds or gags applied to him other than during submissive training, and he followed Russell everywhere he went, even if he now had no collar, and no leash.
All day, he would remain completely naked and silent (other than if asked questions), and forced to display his body proudly to other members of staff, who groped him all over. Whenever he came to a standstill, he was to kneel on the spot, eyes straight ahead, not looking at anything or anyone.
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Part 25 – “The End”
James woke up as per normal, to the sounds of a blaring alarm and the instantaneous snap from complete darkness to blinding brightness. What was strange, however, was the person who came to check on him.
It was a stranger’s face.
Feeling confused, he inquired, “Sir, where is my handler?”
“He’s preparing some stuff for you.”
“Why sir? What day is it?”
“Day 344. You have a pleasure session today, now drink up.”
James went about drinking his protein shake, changing the fist mitts and brushing his teeth, thoroughly confused, with a conflicted mind that could not quite decide if he was awake or dreaming.
Usually his master would notify him if he had any special days coming up, like checkup days, grooming days, and especially pleasure sessions.
He was marched off to the dungeon regardless.
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