Note: This is the third and final part of “The Slave Daycare” by Taurus, with Chapters 20 to 31. If you missed the earlier chapters, click for Part 1 (Chapters 1 to 11); and Part 2 (Chapters 12 to 19).
Chapter 20 – Parasite
“I’m tired of you maggots not doing it right!”
Though the words were that of a stern drill sergeant, the mood was as light as can be – Warren spent seemingly the whole day rolling slaves who lost matches back onto their hands and knees, and cursing his supposed “helpers” who spent their day sat to one side instead of teaching with him.
“You beat me fair and square, Warren,” the silver helper said.
“And you gave me the win after I cheated,” the golden one said.
The cursing was thankfully entirely devoid of sincerity – jolly laughs rang out among the grunts and moans of the dojo students.
Warren’s helpers were not entirely useless either; Grey and Magnus took care of the slaves who decided they had wrestled enough, providing water and towels and hugs where requested.
Continue reading The Slave Daycare – Part 03
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The warmth envelopes Ben, dark and alone; the man is so calm, so safe. There is the natural rhythm of his breathing, which he hears so strongly. That is the only sound in this void that feels like floating in water. But Ben is dry, well, other than the sweat he feels dripping off his head. Gently, Ben’s senses are coming back to him. The feeling is so serene that his body is in no rush to return to any part of a real world.
No, this dark seclusion is the perfect place. But the man’s curiosity isn’t calmed by this safe place. With the sound of his breathing, Ben gets the urge to yawn. As his body and face stretch, Ben finds that his lips cannot open to release the exhaust of air that the yawn draws from his lungs. Lifting his tongue, the man tastes the slight flavor of leather, with his teeth digging into a soft tube that allows him to breathe through but unable to speak. Sighing, a memory creeps back into Ben’s thoughts.
With the memories floating like clouds in his mind, Ben instinctively lifts his right hand to touch his face, but he finds that he cannot move his hand. Sensing more feeling on his skin, Ben realizes his hand is in a glove; no, it’s not a glove as his hand is in a fist. A parting of the fog in his mind allows him the knowledge that he is locked in fist mitts. As hard as he tries, Ben can’t raise his fist as he starts to take in the scent of warm leather through his nose. Slightly moist from his sweat, the leather is strong but mixes with a metal smell. As the man connects with his breathing, he feels pressure on his chest, causing the movement of his lungs to be restricted. There is a weight wrapped about his body.
Continue reading Beguiled – Part 2: ‘Bewildered’
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 19: We Have Lots of Room for Storage
You may be wondering what I thought of that conversation. I was wondering what I thought, myself. I knew I wasn’t, like “hurt” or “humiliated,” which is probably what I was supposed to be. I did know I was happy to get to see the Owner, no matter what he said. After all, he was the Owner. I was wearing his clothes on my back and the name he gave me on my chest. He paid 90 thousand dollars for me! And he gave me exactly the kind of job I wanted. I was gonna be a grunt. I was gonna be doing mindless labor! No problems! No worries! And it was gonna be for the rest of my life! “What I buy, I keep.”
I guess there are two types of people. One type, if they hear somebody talking about them, and it isn’t all perfect and wonderful, they’re unhappy. They’re upset. They try to figure how to forget it or get rid of it or get an apology for it. The other type, they’re interested in what they heard. They feel good that somebody’s actually talking about them.
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 19
Nick slowly woke up and tried to stretch, but he soon realised he was still chained down to the bunk at the Dive Centre. He really wanted to stretch, but the chains held him tightly in place on the bunk. He looked around, and then the door opened. The Boss walked in. He was wearing a pair of dark blue coveralls with the logo of the Dive Company on the left breast and heavy steel-toed work boots. The boots thudded on the wooden floor as he walked over to the bunk. Nick looked up and asked if he could get released so he could go to the bathroom. The Boss nodded and leaned down and pulled the light blanket off Nick and unlocked the leather cuffs holding Nick to the bunk.
After Nick got cleaned up, they left the Dive Centre and headed to a nearby diner for breakfast. The Boss told him to eat a big meal as he would not have the ability to eat again till evening. Nick assumed that meant he would be going back into the dive tank and left there. He nodded and looked over at the Boss and felt his cock arouse. The short grey crew cut, the muscles, and the general build really got to him.
Continue reading The Tank – Part 02
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