Part 22 – “Contracts”
Russell had just woken up when he received a call from the director.
“Morning, I want you in my office ASAP. Need to tell you something about your slave.”
Naturally, Russell hurried, and was greeted by Director Daniel in his office.
“How’re you feeling, on your slave’s 284th day here?”
“I’m fine. Please get to the point; I’ve things to do.”
“Ha! Don’t be so terse with me. I know it’s always something with James, and this concerns him.
Russell’s ears were perked as he sat down.
“You’ve been going off-script with the treatment of your slave. He’s only ever officially consented to only a portion of the things you’re doing to him.
“Including having him address you as, what’s that…ah yes. ‘Master’.”
“He asked for all of it.”
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Part 21 – “Severance”
Russell’s phone rang.
“Director Preston,” the caller ID read.
“Good morning, Director,” Russell said with a yawn, and with a hoarse morning voice.
“Russell, if you’re done with your morning routine, please come to the office.”
“But what about James?”
A pause from Preston.
“I’ve assigned someone else to do your job, at least until lunch.”
As requested, Russell went to the director’s office – in reality just an office desk, with an empty area opposite the working space and a window overlooking the sand track.
The furnishings were nice enough, with the chairs being leather, and the shelves being decorated with trinkets among other pleasant installments.
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Part 20 – “The Nature of Pleasure”
James dealt with each passing day in the same way; entirely devoted to his handler – now master – without hesitation. To call it worship is fitting for how respectful – borderline reverent – he acted towards his master: as if he were a god.
Indeed, he would do anything for his most beloved master, and he would have anything he wished for bestowed upon him by this most benevolent and loving god.
As James woke up on day 254 expecting to be taken to the outdoors track for his morning workout, he was surprised to find out that this was not the intended routine for the day. Soon, he discovered why.
“Congratulations my slave, it’s day 254, you get a pleasure session.”
James was no longer the slave who jumped at pleasure sessions. To him, the daily handler sessions were far more important.
Do understand however, the pleasure sessions were still important, though not for the physical release, but for the affirmation from his Master, telling him that he was a good boy. With that, he realised how his mindset had transformed.
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Part 19 – “Blessings”
It was day 253 in the night. James had just finished his dinner and was eager to start his handler session, having earned back all his privileges of seeing Russell naked and being allowed to worship his handler.
He had made a request a few nights ago to add on to his “outfit”: a locking dog collar and leash, rationale being he wanted Russell to be assured that he would never run away with a leash. Unsurprisingly perhaps, this was granted. James now wore a bright red collar with a padlock and chain leash.
And so there he was, naked, caged, collared and leashed – at his most comfortable.
Tonight, Russell sat entirely naked against the wall, with his clothes a foot or two away, and the slave at his feet, leash in hand.
James slowly scaled the mountain that was Russell, and suckled on his nipples. When he got bored with worshipping a particular part of the body, he would move to another area. He would typically move to the armpits and sniff at it, then back to the nipples, then all the way down the abs onto the cock and balls with permission.
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Part 18 – “Slavery”
It was day 210, and James was due for his seventh monthly checkup. As he woke, Russell was nowhere to be seen, despite sleeping together with him. When he left, James had no idea whatsoever.
It was Sam, the doctor, who opened the cell door and turned on the lights.
As he took his pill and water, per the procession of these checkups, he pondered his handler’s answer to his, admittedly, rather stunning question out of the blue. Miraculously, he had no sooner finished asking his question than dozing off.
As usual, he was laid out on a bed on wheels, gagged and blindfolded, with his limbs cuffed and attached to the railings that surrounded him, and electro nipple clamps – also chained taut to the railings – to ensure his meekness.
After he arrived at the medical bay and had his typical weigh-in, blood pressure check, eyesight test among others, Sam followed up on the panic attack James had the night prior.
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Part 17 – “Sorry”
Russell was almost bursting into tears like the slave in his arms, whose arms clamped around his handler with all his might.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”
Russell shushed and stroked the back of his slave to the best of his ability in order to quench the crying.
Taking initiative, he dialled the doctor.
“Ugh…it’s way too fucking late, just let me -”
“Sam, my slave just had a really bad panic attack. I need you here at Cell 1 right now.”
“Be right there, keep him alive.”
James continued his panicked chant of “I’m sorry” before Sam rushed in after five minutes and directed him to breathe deeply and slowly.
After half an hour, at 11 pm, James was more or less calmed, and able to talk again. Russell took off his shirt and sandwiched James’ head between his fuzzy chest and the shirt, wiping his tears off in the process.
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Part 16 – “Help”
Russell stayed true to his word, and punished his slave.
Far from simply flogging, he decided his slave needed reconditioning. A recalibration of the senses and sensibilities, if you will.
James did not take it well.
Over the past months, James grew used to spending handler sessions with a naked Russell, who cuddled with him and offered him warmth extinct practically everywhere else he searched. Even during times he was not supposed to have fun, like training, he found sincere happiness in it.
Now, everything was taken away.
The walking laps in the sun where Russell sang cowboy tunes were no more. They were now no-nonsense, and the pace was stricter. Submissive training now included a lecture on his identity as a lowly slave.
Most heartbreaking for James however, was without a doubt the handler sessions before sleep.
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Part 15 – “Treats”
Day 194. The day for James’ second pleasure session, and the last day of Riley’s stay.
James awoke to the all too familiar blaring alarm in eager anticipation.
In came through the cell door a slave and two handlers, no doubt Russell and Riley with his handler.
Riley was fully naked, and thrown onto James’ mattress as expected. The slaves were ordered to drink the protein shake breakfast together, and so they did, on all fours and side by side like pigs at a sty. Their teeth were brushed straight after.
What was not expected, however, was the proceedings of the pleasure session itself. Strangely, the slaves were left alone, both without restraints other than chastity, locked in the cell while their handlers left presumably for breakfast.
Regardless, they took the chance to play. They tousled with each other, with a hint of play-fighting – light slapping among a bit of wrestling.
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