The Boy Can't Help It

by Gavin Atlas

  Hal’s smile vanished, and he gave Sky a doubtful look. “If you sell it, I will be very unhappy. I already receive five-thousand messages an hour, and I’d have to pay a fee to have your code marked triple priority so I even open it.”

  “Well…like you said, everything costs.”

  Hal reached through the mew to ruffle Sky’s hair. “Yeah, but rich people stay rich by not spending all their money. Let me think about giving you the code for a while.”

  * * * *

  Hal was proven right. In the next weeks, Sky learned SubAdonis advertised him as their most requested ass slave. Almost every night he was fucked a minimum of sixteen times, far more than the company’s other young men. Sky realized without the conditioning cream there would be no way his body could take such punishment. Even with the cream, Sky felt sore to the point that walking was sometimes difficult, and his quadriceps were stiff from spending so many hours suspended in midair. He would look at himself naked in his bedroom mirror, massaging his rump and his thighs, still amazed so many men wanted his body and proud of himself that he could service them. No matter how sore, he wouldn’t trade his job for anything else. He winced as his fingers found his pucker. At least he wouldn’t trade his job for anything he was qualified for.

  * * * *

  Sky found himself once again at Hal’s. It was their fifth time together, but as soon as Sky materialized into Hal’s mew, Hal pulled out of the port condom.

  “Don’t be offended, tiger, but I know your body needs a break.”

  “No, please fuck me,” Sky begged. “I need it from you.” Sky saw Hal had turned on his fireplace. The last time, Sky confessed he’d never seen one elsewhere. He knew Hal had lit it especially for him. “I want to please you so much, Hal.”

  Hal shook his head. “I’m going to spend our time massaging your hole. It’s so swollen from all the use that you’re going to be too tight for a big dick even with all the creams and lubes. Don’t worry. There will be plenty more times when I pump your buns, but I want to take care of you this time.”

  Sky began to protest again, but Hal told him to hush.

  “Just masturbate while I massage you. I’m sure you haven’t come in too long.”

  Sky closed his eyes. “I’m fantasizing about you being able to fuck me in every position you want me in,” he told Hal.

  “About me?”

  “Yes. You drive me crazy.” Sky pumped his cock in earnest.

  “You sure that’s not my money you’re crazy about?”

  “It’s your body, your face, your amazing dick. I think about being with you a lot. Being under you every day.”

  “Mmm. Being inside you every day all day,” Hal said, squeezing Sky’s ass cheeks with a lust Sky could feel through his entire body. Sky began to convulse and shudder as he came for Hal in copious spurts.

  “This is insane,” Sky said. “You even make me shoot when you’re not fucking me. That never happens.” Sky didn’t ask to be cleaned off, but Hal did so anyway. It was Sky’s first orgasm in over a week, and the endorphin rush made him wish he could lie under Hal and cuddle for hours. Without a word between them, Hal seemed to understand Sky’s needs. He undid as many restraints as he could and held the slave boy protectively.

  When the five minute warning chimed, Sky felt sad. “Please, can I have your contact code? I’d like to just talk to you some time.”

  Hal sighed. “I’ve never given my code to a slave boy before, but…you are so beautiful, and you make me feel special. However, my code is forty-five characters long. Since all that will be teleported for the next seven hours is your nude body, how can I give it to you? If I write it on your skin, the ablution cycle may clear it off.”

  “The ring teleports with me. That’s what controls the process, right? Maybe slide the code under the ring?” Sky saw the doubt in Hal’s face. “Or if I give you my code, will you use it? I have mine memorized.”

  Sky spoke the twenty-five digits into a vocal converter, and Hal pulled them up on his data pad. “Not well protected,” Hal said. “I can’t view the full codes, but I can see dozens of messages from men wanting to fuck you. If I were devious enough and ambitious enough, I could acquire their codes and sell them.”

  “I can’t afford better,” Sky said. He rarely felt ashamed at how poor he was compared to his masters, but there were times, such as now, where he realized how much his limitations could hurt him.

  “It’s okay. I’ll pay to enhance your security. You’re worth it. But now you must go on your next adventure.”

  After his eight-hour shift, Sky was returned to his bedroom, exhausted and sore, but still horny. After removing the ring and climbing out of the base mew, he began to stroke his dick. His fantasies quickly turned to Hal, which reminded him to check incoming transmissions. He grabbed the cheap data pad from his bedside table and saw an urgent message from his mother.

  Sky, we didn’t think it was enough for us to just get out of debt through your slavery to SubAdonis. If you consider how much we invested in your schooling so you wouldn’t have to be a factory worker, you owe us a lot more. So we resold your contract to Desirade Indentureds after they saw your number of repeat requests and performance reviews. They paid us some in advance so we could buy out your old contract. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way you can pay us back unless you’d be willing to do actual manual labor. Your new base mew will be here for tonight’s shift.

  Sky was stunned. He knew he was not close to his family, but he had decided to be a slave on his own. They didn’t have the right to resell him!

  Farther down in his message queue he saw the agreement conditions from Desirade. Twelve hour shifts instead of eight! Six years of service instead of three! There was no promise of education financing either. He’d either have to re-sign with a sex slave distributor or go into factory work. If bottoming for Desirade for years took its toll on his body, a respectable company that did provide for education might not be willing to take him on again at age twenty-six. Without a degree, he’d eventually end up in a factory anyway.

  Sky found the unfair contract turned him on and knew that wasn’t a good thing. The part of him that wanted to be even more of a helpless slave filled his chest with lust, but he tried to shake it off and concentrate long enough to figure out a way to fight this. He stared at the data pad and reread the message from his mother. If he could have counsel, he could show the Slave Arbitration Court what his parents had done violated the law. But there was no way he could afford counsel. His dick hardened, and his breath came faster as he realized all was lost.

  Then a priority message came in from Hal. A moment later, the codes for all his incoming transmissions scrambled. Just as Hal had promised, he’d paid for increased security for Sky.

  Hal had requested a long letter from Sky, detailing all the things other men said and did to him. Instead, Sky replied to Hal with a message about what his parents had done, letting Hal know he’d have to switch his subscription to Desirade if he wanted to keep seeing Sky. Sky knew switching subscriptions was incredibly expensive and feared there was no way he was worth it to Hal. In fact, unless Hal had paid to have Sky’s transmissions marked as triple priority, there was no way he’d find Sky’s message amongst the thousands he received. Sky hoped he would continue to serve his favorite master somehow.

  * * * *

  Sex began to hurt. By his fifth night with Desirade, Sky noticed the constant fuckings were taking their toll despite Sky’s eagerness to submit. There was no ablution cycle during teleportation, and the regenerating lube was of lower quality. The padding of the mews was thinner and less comfortable. Sky felt conflicted about the new stirrups. They stretched his legs wider apart at an angle that made him even more exposed and vulnerable. While his thighs experienced greater fatigue, the increased heat he felt because of the humiliating position made it tolerable.

  The Desirade masters were rarely as rich as those with SubAdonis. The rooms were smaller and less-well appointed. The ligh
ts were dimmed by energy rationing, but unlike his parents’ apartment, they at least had windows and adequate privacy. Some masters apparently paid by the minute instead of reserving full-length appointments. Thus, many of his tops fucked him frantically and urgently, ramming as hard as they could for five to ten minutes to save money and release Sky the moment the spasms of their climaxes ceased.

  Desirade had no slaves nearly as popular as Sky. By the tenth day, the company began cheating, returning him to his bed long after his twelve hours were over. He noticed the teleportation ring became tighter on his finger, and by the twelfth day, he couldn’t get it off. On the thirteenth day, he was beamed onto a subscriber’s dick during his off hours without even being in the mew.

  He paid to contact a controller at Desirade from a public video screen to complain. The controller merely nodded and told Sky “ring malfunctions happen sometimes” and perhaps, if he didn’t want more of his clothes ruined, he should be naked and lubed up all the time “just in case.” Then he was gone. Sky stared at the black screen, feeling his craving for penetration begin to mingle with a fear of true captivity. Later the same day, he sent a transmission to Slave Arbitration, but no response ever came. Sky could think of no way out.

  * * * *

  One week later, Sky found himself transported into Hal’s apartment. He smiled, elated to see Hal. At the same time, he felt shame.

  “I’m so sorry you’re seeing me like this,” Sky said. His hair and body were slick with sweat from the constant sex. Furthermore, the incessant poundings had made Sky too sore to work out, and he feared his body had begun to lose its definition. “I hope you’ll still enjoy fucking my ass.”

  Hal pulled out of the port condom and grabbed what Sky thought was an antique pair of pliers.

  “I’m going to do my best not to burn your finger, but stay still.” Hal flicked a small switch, and an electric charge shot out from the device. The ring loosened and then shattered.

  “Oh God! How will I get home?” Sky yelled.

  Hal continued to break the locks at the neck and stirrups, ignoring the alarms. “If your parents are going to sell you to such an awful company, then this is going to be your new home.” He pulled Sky out of the broken mew and held him tenderly. “Or your home will be with me, wherever I can now afford.”

  Sky looked up in alarm. “What do you mean? This won’t cost you everything, will it?”

  “Not everything, but Desirade bribed the court, so the only way out is to pay them what is basically a ransom. The fees for taking their most popular ass slave will be enormous. I’ll have to sell this sky loft and other possessions, but we’ll be fine. I now have you to keep.”

  Sky rested, exhausted and limp in Hal’s arms. “Please let me take a shower and sleep. Then I want to talk to you about an idea.”

  * * * *

  A week later Sky’s body had recovered from the abuse of Desirade’s subscribers, and the powerful urge to be a slut returned. A new base mew was on Hal’s bed.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Hal asked.

  “You’ve negotiated the best contract I could imagine. At the rate SubAdonis offered, I’ll be able to repay you in two years. And now I have short shifts and days off for you to fuck me for hours in every position.”

  “And when I’m paid back, are you still going to want to have man after man inside you?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t think I can change.” Sky lifted his legs into the mew’s stirrups and Hal began to lube him.

  “That’s acceptable. With this contract, I am your primary master, and I can have you any time I want.” He put the black metal ring on Sky’s finger. “As long as you enjoy your slavery and aren’t in danger, it’s fine by me.”

  They kissed. Masters had never bothered to kiss Sky before, and the act still startled him, filling him with an entirely different kind of pleasure than he felt when being fucked.

  “I think I love you,” Sky said. Then he pressed the release and vanished.

  The One Everyone Wants

  “He’s the guy I’ve been talking about for all these months,” I said, nodding my head toward a muscular young stud standing against the back wall of the bar. “I haven’t seen him in maybe half a year.”

  “Forget it,” said Stan. “Everyone wants him.”

  “That’s Aaron,” my buddy John said to me and our other friends, Mike and Stan. “He’s incredible.”

  “Yeah, he is,” I said. Aaron was on the short side with a dirty blond buzz cut. He wore a USMC t-shirt that revealed bulging biceps. It was stretched across an impressive chest. His blue jeans looked incredibly tight. I’d seen him from the back before, and either he wore some kind of underwear that made his butt look perfect or he had the best ass I’d ever seen.

  “You don’t have a chance,” Stan said. “He told me I was too old for him because I’m thirty, and you’re what? Ten years older than me?”

  “Shit,” I said.

  “No, I think you can get him, Bill,” John said. “Maybe. Aaron’s not impossible.”

  “You think so?” I asked John. “With my luck, he’s not a bottom at all.”

  “Oh, yes he is,” said John. “He’s like most marines. Won’t admit to being a bottom whatsoever, but you can get his legs in the air if you know how.”

  “How would you know?” Stan and Mike asked.

  “I fucked him once,” John said. “He’s a horny little bastard once you get your hand wrapped around his dick. And he can sure take a pounding. I just wish I didn’t screw it up the next morning.”

  “So how come Bill can get him, and he said ‘no’ to me?” Stan asked.

  “Bill is tall and with his mustache and rugged face, he can pull off a leather master routine if he wants,” John said.

  “Really?” I said, my lips curling into a smile. “He likes that?” My dick hardened in my blue jeans. “I haven’t role-played in a while.”

  “No role-playing,” John said. “Dominate him for real. Here, put on my sunglasses, so he can’t see any doubt in your eyes.”

  I looked over at Aaron to see if he’d notice me put the glasses on, but a man in a suit was chatting him up and waving hundred dollar bills in his face. I slipped on the glasses.

  “You can’t ask him any questions at all,” John said. “Everything you say is an order.”

  “Hot damn. I could get into that,” I said.

  “Don’t even think about complimenting him,” John said, “That was my mistake.” I watched as the business man grabbed Aaron’s crotch and Aaron pushed him away.

  “What do you mean `that was your mistake?’” I asked, trying not to feel nervous as I watched the businessman walk away, grumbling.

  “He has the most beautiful green eyes,” John said. “Don’t tell him. Nothing mushy. Nothing weak. The next morning when I woke up, I let down the domination routine for just a second when I mentioned his eyes, and he hasn’t let me inside him since.”

  “Is he an obnoxious prick?” I asked.

  “Sometimes,” John said. “I heard he got a new tattoo for his twenty-third birthday, and he ignored me when I asked to see it.”

  “Interesting,” I said.

  “Hey, Bill. You owe me one for telling you how to get with Aaron. After you’ve had him, I expect you to do what you can to get me a chance to fuck him again.”

  “I want a piece of that action,” Stan said.

  “Me, too,” Mike said.

  “Like I have any control over that,” I said. I stood up slowly, making sure I didn’t bump the table or do anything that would look stupid and clumsy. “Here goes.”

  “I get to hear everything later,” John said.

  I sauntered over to Aaron, taking my time. Couldn’t make it look like I was desperate. He stood there against the wall watching a country video. Just as I walked up to him, a handsome young guy with gelled black hair and a purple tie came up to Aaron and offered him a drink.

  Damn.

  “Hi, I’m Gary,”
the new guy said, putting what looked like a vodka tonic in Aaron’s hand.

  Here went nothing.

  “Beat it, Gary,” I said, setting my jaw. “You’re not his type.”

  Aaron glanced at me for the first time. Gary had to look up at me to see my face. He sized me up, taking in my shitkicker boots and my black biker jacket and started to back up.

  “Yeah,” said Aaron, “thanks for the drink though.”

  Gary shrugged and walked off, shaking his head. No big deal, I told myself. Gary really wasn’t Aaron’s type, and Gary was good looking enough to find someone else.

  “You’re not really my type either,” Aaron said to me, taking a sip. He looked at me as if he could see through my sunglasses.

  “Finish your drink,” I said. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight.”

  Aaron almost choked.

  “What? I don’t think so.”

  “Finish your drink,” I repeated.

  “What makes you think I’m a bottom?” Aaron asked.

  “You’re a marine and you’re short. Everyone knows that short marines get plowed—”

  “Screw you. I’m not that short. I’m 5’8”. And I’m not a bottom.”

  “I don’t care what you are. I’m fucking you. Hurry up.” I put my hand on his ass. He pushed it away.

  “I don’t think so,” he said again.

  The rejection was starting to get to me already. Just back away, I told myself. Keep your dignity. But then I looked at his butt, and found new resolve. If John was right, then that prize was mine for the taking. I grabbed his ass again more firmly.

  He tried to push my hand away, but I’m pretty strong. My arm didn’t budge. He exhaled in frustration, but I saw the beginnings of a grin.

  “The longer you make me wait, the harder I’m going to fuck it,” I said.

  His eyes grew wide. He looked away and adjusted his crotch as his pupils dilated. Things were looking better.

  “And I’m big,” I said. “If you make me wait, it’s going to hurt.”

  He checked out my crotch and nodded slowly. Now I had a hand on his ass and my other hand was massaging his bulge. Hadn’t John said rubbing his dick was the best way to get his legs in the air?