by Gavin Atlas
Sky cried out at the pain and shock of the sudden invasion.
“Ooh, a new ass slave,” said the man. “This feels like a damn good hole.”
“Thank you,” Sky managed as he concentrated on relaxing his muscles so the man could fuck him. He thought he would look around to see where he was and ask questions of his top, but the man’s dick was so big, he could think of nothing but the rhythm the man made inside him. He exhaled in a puff of effort every time the man slowly thrust in.
“Mmm, incredible ass,” the man said. “And you’re the most beautiful slave I’ve gotten on this service.”
The compliment warmed and relaxed Sky, and he wanted to reward the man by rolling back farther to better offer up his ass, but with his ankles locked into the mew’s stirrups, his range of motion was limited. Still the man rumbled with pleasure as Sky moved beneath him.
Sky looked at the man and figured him to be in his late forties. Although his chest was muscular, he had a substantial paunch as well as a bald head, both characteristics that turned Sky on. The man was a patient if eager lover. Sky could feel from the man’s steel-hard erection and expression of pure ecstasy that the man lusted for him deeply. It was a sensation that Sky experienced often, but a man’s intense desire for him and for his ass never ceased to make his stomach thrum with pleasure, especially from an older man such as this.
Sky then realized his hands weren’t handcuffed like he’d been told to expect, and the man’s wonderful thrusts made Sky need to jerk himself off. He pulled his right hand down from above his head and gently slid it under the pushing of the big man’s paunch.
“That’s right, baby,” the man said in a husky voice. “This should be good for you, too.”
Sky never had partners that cared about his pleasure, so he felt the rise of his orgasm quickly. As he began to grunt and moan, the man said “yeah, baby” and began to pound Sky faster and harder. The man shouted twice, and Sky felt the man’s come fill the port condom, sending him over the edge. White jets of seed began to cover Sky’s stomach as he shuddered in climax.
The man stayed inside of Sky for a moment, breathing heavily and staring hard into Sky’s eyes.
“I’m Hal,” he said.
“Sky. No hurry, but since I can’t get up, could you clean off my stomach?”
Hal didn’t move. “Sure, in a moment. Each time you go through teleportation, there’s an ablution cycle. At least if you’re an ass slave for SubAdonis Corporation.” Hal stroked Sky’s chest above the area come had hit. “Mmm, I wish we had time for me to fuck you again, but if I keep you from being pulled after thirty minutes, the fees are outrageous. Like they say, `everything costs.’”
Hal pulled out of the mew’s port condom and then gently removed the device from Sky’s ass. “Okay, tiger, let me clean you. But only because I want to. Don’t expect this from most subscribers.”
As Hal slipped on a burgundy robe, Sky looked around at marble tables and gold figurines that Sky figured were fake until he noticed the fireplace. He’d never seen one except in pictures. “How come my hands weren’t tied?” Sky wondered aloud.
“Is that too trusting of me?” Hal asked from the bathroom. “I’m pretty big and strong, and the mew has your ankles bound. Nothing’s going to happen. But I’m not typical. Most people who can afford SubAdonis’ rates are rich old men, and most of you ass slaves are young and strong. Your hands will be cuffed a lot.”
“You sound like you know this is my first time,” Sky said, looking at the mew. While his legs were still held in the air and spread, the mew seemed more comfortable and less confining than his device at home. He hadn’t realized he would be teleported without his own machine.
Hal returned and applied the softest cloth to Sky’s skin that he’d ever felt. “I pay extra to get boys first when they contract to SubAdonis. And I paid even more for a smooth, blond ass slave. You’re the most beautiful one I’ve ever had though, so I’m going to do something I shouldn’t.”
He took a layered black disc with a flashing red light and waved it up and down in front of the mew’s control panel as if scanning it. The disc emitted a series of beeps. “Got it.”
“Got what?”
“Your teleport signal. I can hack into my mew and pull you to me if you’re available. SubAdonis wants subscribers to put in repeat requests through them, and if a slave is popular, the price can be astronomical.”
“Everything costs,” Sky said, beginning to notice a strain in his thighs caused by their continued suspension in the air.
“And you’re going to be very popular, young man,” Hal said. “So why did you sell yourself into slavery?” Hal asked while fondling Sky’s upturned ass cheeks.
“Because I love getting fucked. I’m a slut.”
“And you’re very good at what you do, Sky. Your ass felt kind of tight for a slut though.”
“Some of my regular tops give me money so I can buy a tightening and conditioning cream. You’ve got the best of both worlds. A virgin tight ass from a boy who knows how to give pleasure.”
Hal shook his head. “I’ve heard of that stuff. You’re going to have so many men inside you I should probably buy shares in that company.”
“Is there a way for you to lower my legs?” Sky asked.
“Okay, baby.”
Hal hit a switch and the mew beeped and produced a mechanical voice. “Warning, for your protection, SubAdonis Corporation does not recommend freeing the teleportee from the apparatus. Any and all guarantees may be voided if the teleportee is freed.”
“I can’t free you completely,” Hal said. “SubAdonis will have a fit. So the neck harness will have to stay on. I can open the face cage though.”
“That’s okay. That’s not bothering me.”
“I wish I could have you with no mew at all. Having your legs in the air was damn good, but I want you on all fours and bent over the side of my bed and riding my dick cowboy style.”
“I look forward to that,” Sky said with a smile he hoped was seductive.
The mew beeped a five minute warning.
“May I ask what city I’m in?” Sky said, trying to look out the window. He realized he was on an upper floor of a high-rise since he could make out several glittering skyscrapers.
“I’m not going to say. But you’re still in America for now. You’re going to spend a lot of time in the Middle East.”
“I am?”
“They all want to fuck the asses of gorgeous young Americans, especially blonds. This isn’t the safest occupation you could have chosen.”
“What could happen?”
Hal began to lift Sky’s legs back into the stirrups. “It’s fine now, but what if someday someone figures out how to remove the port condom? You’ll get your ass barebacked even if these things let you feel practically everything already. They still have transmission errors once or twice a year, and then someone could try to break you out of the mew, take off your ring, and hold you captive. You could be stranded in some bad country and never see home again. If you’re doing this simply to be a slut, you should have just put your ass in the air for men in your home town.”
“Okay, it’s not just because I’m a slut. I also want the benefits. My parents have a lot of debt for investing in my future. When I didn’t study hard enough for comps, I didn’t get any scholarships, and there was no way they could pay back the loans.”
“Well, damn, why the hell didn’t you study?”
A louder, one minute warning trilled twice.
“I couldn’t find the time. Too busy getting my ass pounded,” Sky said with a sheepish smile. “My mom told me, `if the only thing you’re good at is getting fucked, then that’s how you’re going to pay us back.’ I told them I would indenture myself for three years, after which their debt will be paid, I’ll have enough for my own place, and SubAdonis will pay for my education.”
“I have trouble believing a mother would be that harsh.”
“My parents may not b
e great people, but I don’t blame them. Giving up my ass really is what I do best.”
A ten-second countdown began, and Hal pressed a release button. The interference field that prevented Sky from being teleported away was lifted, and the ring on Sky’s finger glowed green. Sky saw Hal wave goodbye, and then there was the flash, the blindness and the pins and needles. However, this time there seemed to be a soothing mist as well.
The pressure began in his ass again, and he slammed into a dark room. A hairy white man with a large mustache had his dick in Sky now. He couldn’t understand why he had trouble breathing until he realized this mew was fitted with a gag for his mouth. His hands were bound above his head this time, and he felt slightly wet, as if tiny water droplets covered him. His thighs felt as if they’d been rested and massaged during the teleportation. Sky was thankful the regenerating lubricant that SubAdonis had provided him with worked well as this man’s dick was almost as big as Hal’s.
“Don’t even moan,” the man whispered in an accent Sky took to be Spanish. “My wife is asleep right over there.” It was then Sky realized this mew was on the floor in a corner. The parts of his back, neck and rear that weren’t supported by the padded mew touched cool wood paneling. Sky looked to his left and could make out a supine figure on a bed above him. The woman was less than five feet away.
The man fucked Sky slowly, his head tilted upwards and his eyes closed in apparent bliss. Occasionally he looked at his sleeping spouse. Each time he did so, he would thrust inside Sky’s ass especially hard.
Sky’s vision was impaired by the darkness, but he could make out an intricate fresco painted on the expansive ceiling. Surely, someone who could afford such a luxury had another room where he could fuck an ass slave in private.
Sky imagined the man to be angry with his wife, and that fury needed to be spent in Sky’s hole. The thought made him try to roll back and make his ass even more vulnerable for the hairy man. The stirrups of this mew were looser, and Sky could pull his knees practically to his face. He took deep, even breaths through his nose in rhythm with the man’s pumping cock.
The man uttered a low growl. The figure on the bed rustled and murmured in her sleep. The man leaned down to whisper in Sky’s ear.
“You can’t stop me from fucking you, can you?” The man’s breath was fast and labored. Sky felt his dick stirring. He had no control over it; he loved being taunted. “That’s right, boy. You can’t stop anyone from fucking you, now that you’re a slave.”
Sky writhed, intoxicated with pleasure. He yearned to be fucked by every man in the world.
The man let out a series of harsh gasps as he pummeled Sky’s hole and then barked as he came.
“Pedro?” the woman said. “What’s that noise? Is something wrong?”
The man, who must have been Pedro, raced to set the release button on the mew. Just as the woman raised her head, Sky saw the flash and was pulled out and onto another dick.
This man was dark-skinned and young, perhaps as young as Sky. He looked at Sky with sudden horror and pushed himself out of the port condom as fast as he could. There was another young man, also naked, standing above the mew to Sky’s right. Sky could breathe through his mouth this time, but there was some strange harmonica-like bar strapped just above his lips. The room was spare and unfinished, like a basement. Again the mew was on the floor, this time a cool slab of gray concrete.
The two men began shouting in a language Sky didn’t know. He had forgotten the required languages from elementary school, but he remembered enough to know it wasn’t Arabic, Mandarin or Spanish. There was a small translation screen on this mew. Sky’s hands were bound in soft restraints, but he had the range of motion to push the English button on the screen with his elbow.
“It’s a man! A man! You knew!” scrolled the translation of the top who had been inside Sky. “Your uncle’s machine brings men! You knew!”
They said much more than the translator scrolled. Sky realized whatever language they spoke, it wasn’t one SubAdonis thought needed to be a priority for clear translation. That could be a problem if these men hurt him and he couldn’t communicate that.
“I did not know! But it’s better. If we’re caught, the slave is jailed. If it were a woman, we would be jailed. This is almost as fun. Smooth. No hair. Just like a woman! Close your eyes and pretend.”
The first man turned back to Sky and gave him a dubious look. They argued some more, the translation screen catching little of their heated exchange. Sky took a moment to look out the window. It was daylight here, and he could see the entrance to a small shop above him, meaning this had to be a basement like he’d thought. He could make out a portion of the shop’s sign printed in a squiggly script he’d seen at a curry house down the street from his home that his family could never afford. He figured he was probably in India.
They seemed to reach some sort of bargain. The first one, who was the taller of the two, turned to Sky and said into the translator, “Okay, fine. Are you a mouth slave, too, or is just your ass enslaved?”
Sky began to respond that he was only contracted for anal sex and discovered the harmonica device slowly repeated everything he said in their tongue.
“For additional charge, you’ll give us your mouth, too?”
Sky nodded, unsure how one paid an extra charge or how easy it would be for someone to insert his penis into Sky’s mouth considering the way the mew had him by the neck. This particular machine, like Hal’s, had a face cage that made even kissing impossible unless the master opened it.
The two men had another argument, and the translator device informed Sky they had called each other Faisal and Rakesh.
The taller one, Faisal, covered Sky’s genitals with a pillow case, pushed the harmonica-object to the side, and then opened the face cage. The same mechanical voice spoke an English-language warning. The mew created an awkward angle for Faisal. He had to stand and partially bend at the knee to penetrate Sky’s mouth. Meanwhile Rakesh mounted Sky’s ass and began fucking at a furious pace. The pounding and uneven rhythm forced Sky to breathe out when Faisal pushed in. He imagined his face must have been turning blue from effort, but submitting to the men ravaging him had Sky’s dick as turgid as Hal had.
Rakesh came quickly, emitting small but urgent grunts. Faisal pulled out of Sky’s mouth and impatiently waited for Rakesh to replace the port condom’s inner lining with a fresh one. As Faisal rammed himself inside Sky, he said something which the translator interpreted as “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Faisal closed his eyes, and Sky knew he was thinking of fucking a woman instead of him, but Sky didn’t care. He wanted Faisal to enjoy himself, and he deliberately raised the pitch of his moans to sound more feminine. Sky was rewarded with harder thrusts and a ferocious climax.
* * * *
Sky loved slavery. Each night for the next three, Sky marveled at the wonder of shooting around the globe to pleasure a world of men. Many times he found himself in lavish surroundings, and he almost wished he could stop the fuckings long enough to enjoy the statues, the tapestries and the luxurious beds. But he focused on being the best ass slave he could. On the fourth night, Sky found himself beamed onto Hal’s dick a second time. Sky was thrilled.
“Ready for me, tiger?” Hal asked, his voice sultry and low. “I’ve been saving myself for you.”
Sky’s happiness went beyond how skillfully Hal fucked him. He’d discovered most of the subscribers had no interest in talking to him, and he rarely even knew what part of the world he was in. He had irrationally believed he might be able to sightsee a little between the many bouts of intercourse or at least learn about different places, but he hadn’t realized how difficult it was to remove a slave from a mew.
As Hal fucked him, Sky took notice of how much more physical contact Hal made than other masters. He massaged Sky’s pecs and nipples and grazed his hands down Sky’s muscular abdomen and sides. The tickling sensation pleasured Sky almost as much as the penetration.
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sp; Ten minutes later, they had both come. It was the first release for Sky since his last visit.
“Tell me about your adventures,” Hal asked, still breathing hard.
“What’s surprised me most is how often guys fuck me in public. They’ve lugged their mews to the beach or to a bar or a party.”
“Of course, they want to show off that they’re getting to nail prime American tail.”
“Sometimes there’s a bit of a gang bang, but within the thirty minutes, I’ve never had more than three men finish screwing me before time was up.”
Hal chuckled. “Only three. That wasn’t enough?”
“I wish I could have stayed for more. Especially one time when the next guy I teleported to was smoking a cigar while he fucked me, and I couldn’t stop coughing. He threatened to burn the inside of my thighs, too, if I didn’t scream his name loud enough.”
“What did I tell you?”
“It was exciting, and nothing bad happened. I am getting a little sore though. The reconditioning cream only works so well.” Sky closed his eyes, knowing there wouldn’t be much opportunity to relax that evening. “Doing this eight hours a night, I barely have time to sleep, do the workout SubAdonis requires and douche. By the time I’m done, it’s time to lube up and strap myself back into the base mew. I can’t believe my ass belongs to everyone for the next three years.” Sky felt his dick harden at the thought of his plight. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”
Hal leaned over the side of a bed and picked up a round black jar from a tray. “I bought this especially for you. It’s new and expensive. Not only does it condition and retighten, it makes you more sensitive, so getting plowed feels even better. I’ll put some on you every time you’re here.”
Sky moaned. “I don’t think I can want sex more than I already do.”
“We’ll see about that.” Hal had a smile on his face that reached his eyes, and Sky found he was much more attracted to Hal than he’d realized.
“Could I…could I have your contact code?” Sky requested, aware that was a lot to ask.