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Poor Simon Ch. 01

By: Cruel2BKind



*Hello, this is a quick disclaimer from your author. This story contains gay material, and if you are okay with that, it also includes emotional turmoil, forced sex, and humiliation. You may think I am sadistic, but the next few chapters are a lot better, and there is some real love. Please tear it to shreds, and comment a lot, that way I can make future chapters better! Remember, all characters in this story are 18+ the bit in the beginning is just a flashback.

Have a nice read, and I hope you will have a better time then poor Simon...*

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I loved my parents. It seems like a simple thing to say, but it's true. It would be safe to say that my parents were my entire world.

My father was an amazing man. Now that I look back, he must have known how feminine I was. He must have guessed that I was gay, but he never let that affect his judgment. When I was fourteen, he came in my room to find me crying on my bed. I felt so ashamed that my father was seeing me like this, but he just sat on the bed next to me and waited for me to tell me what was wrong.

"A k-kid at school c-called me a f-faggot." I sobbed. "Wh-what if h-he's r-right?"

My father only hugged me tighter. "Listen Simon, that kid is a jerk, but I want you to know something." He pulled back and tilted my head so I was looking strait into his eyes. "It doesn't matter to me if you're gay, strait, bisexual, transsexual, a cross-dresser, or a goddamn Martian; I will always love you."

My mother was all of that. When I was growing up she was as protective of me as a mother bear. If anyone tried to hurt me or give me grief at school and my mother found out they would soon regret it. If my father was the best dad in the world, then she was my best friend and my protector. I was happy.

A week after I turned eighteen they died.

I came home from school a week after my birthday in October. I was nervous and full of indecision. A boy at school—one almost as nervous and shy as I was—had kissed me on the cheek. I knew that my parents would be accepting, but I wanted to hear my father's reassurance and I wanted to hear my mother's advice. 

When I got home there was a police officer at my house asking me if I was Simon Grayle, and if I knew that Nathan and Sasha Grayle had been in an accident?

My mother had been killed instantly as a drunk driver careened into them. My father lived for three more hours in critical condition, and his lungs filled with blood just as I made it to the hospital. I made it to his room just in time to see him surrounded by doctors as his pulse flatlined.

I sleepwalked through the next two days. I talked to morticians and the doctors and the social workers, stupid and dry-eyed with shock. It wasn't until their funeral that I broke down. The sight of those shiny, cheap caskets that contained all I had ever known.

I sobbed in that room. No one was there except the mortician and a chubby older man that I didn't recognize. They could have been on fire for all I cared; my sobs came out in rough, gut-scraping paroxysms of pure grief. When I opened my eyes, I could see my reflection in the casket, a feminine blonde boy with hair that was too long and dark eyes that were swollen and red from crying. I hated that boy; I hated how weak he was.

I jumped as a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. When I looked up it was the chubby man; he was wearing a cheap suit and he had a heavy fleshy face. He seemed awkward and unsure.

"Hello Simon." His voice was a deep rasp. "I'm Peter, you're mothers uncle. I'm going to take care of you for the next few months."

I followed him. Like a stupid, obedient dog I followed the man who showed me no ID or papers to prove who he was. I followed this dangerous man. When we got out to his car I sat in the front seat. I yelped in shock as someone in the back seat put his arm around my neck. As I took a deep breath to scream, the person in the back shoved a damp cloth over my face and nose. As I inhaled, I got a heavy dose of something that smelled sick and sweet, and unconsciousness came swifter than I ever could have imagined.

My head hurt. My eyelids weighed a thousand tons, but I somehow had the strength to crack one open. I was on a soft leather seat and a man was sitting next to me. I pulled open my eyelids by sheer force of will and I moaned with fear.

I was in an airplane. The tube of the plane was narrow, but it seemed bigger because there were no rows of seats. I was sitting on a circular booth-like leather couch next to my 'great-uncle'. On the other side was a tall skinny man and an Asian girl in a pretty blue skirt and white blouse. The girl was either asleep, or drugged like I was.

I feebly raised my head, feeling panic crawl up and down my spine like a cold many-legged rat with sharp teeth; a panic-rat.

"Where..." I moaned. "Wh-why?" 

I was feebly starting to get up when the man who had masqueraded as my great-uncle turned around and shoved two white pills in my mouth. I tried to spit them out but he covered my mouth with his hand. The pills were as bitter as pain.

"Swallow them, Baby." He growled. "Or I'll just give you a little tap on the head." I whimpered when he held up a shiny black police-issue club, and I swallowed the pills. "Good girl..." he crooned, sneering as the world faded to shadows.

I woke up twice more in that long drugged hell. The first time I was still in the plane and the 'Uncle' shoved more pills down my throat. The second time I was in another leather seat and I could hear the all-encompassing roar of helicopter blades. It was so loud that my 'Uncle' couldn't tell that I was awake and I caught a glimpse of where I was; not that it helped.

We were flying over an Ocean that was as bright blue as a postcard, dotted with hundreds of small islands. When the man realized that I was awake he dragged me back into my seat and shoved pills into my mouth. As the pills dissolved I saw the choppers whirring, and the world dissolved into moments and the eternity between each one.

I woke up for the final time in a dark room. I was on a narrow, hard bunk; as the drug began to wear off, my eyes began to adjust.

The room was about the size of a large closet. It consisted of my narrow bunk and a bucket and a flat vent on the floor. The door had no handle and a small wire-hatched window.

As I sat up I moaned softly in humiliation. I was wearing the white, buttoned shirt and black pants that I had worn to my parent's funeral. At the armpits my shirt was soaked in sweat, and at the crotch my pants were soaked in piss. My mouth tasted as hot and dry and fuzzy as a sock out of the drier. My throat was gummed shut and I was panting with thirst and heat.

I weakly got up and I felt dizzy and light-headed. Blood rushed up through my head and I could feel it roaring in my ears and eyelids. I moaned at the pain it brought and I felt tears beading under my roaring eyelids. I felt as weak as a kitten.

I hobbled to the door and feebly pounded on it.

"Let me out! Please let me out!" My voice started out strong, but near the end I was begging. I was so afraid of the mysterious man who had stolen me away from my home.

I yelped as the door was abruptly opened and I fell out into the hallway. The sudden movements made my head ache like a rotten tooth and I curled up on the floor, moaning as splinters of bright light pierced my eyes and made my headache worse.

I was kicked in the side by a huge, booted foot. "Get up, Sweetie." A rough male voice sneered. "You wanted to be let out, didn't you?"

I tried to get up, but my tormenter kicked me again and I cried out with pain. I managed to scramble to my feet, and as soon as I did, the man grasped the back of my neck in a huge hand. I was crying from the pain and shock and the fear. I was deeply afraid of this man who called me 'sweetie' and held me close into his massive body right after he had kicked me.

I whimpered as he leaned in close and took my ear between his teeth, biting hard enough to make me yelp with fear and pain. The panic-rat was sprinting up and down my spine, cutting me with its sharp little claws and biting me with its filthy little teeth.

"The Doc and I are gonna have a lot of fun with you, Sweetie." He licked my stinging earlobe and I gave a little sob of terror.

He began to half-lead, and half-drag me down the long, brightly lit hallway. He pulled me into a door about three from the end. Inside was a room that looked like an ordinary doctors office.

Before I could get a good look at anything, the man dragged me onto the padded table so I was in a sitting position. He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other began to rub my thigh in long stroking motions. I cringed, but there was nowhere I could go.

The room was cream-colored with a blue border. There was a counter with a sink built into it and several shelves in it. Sitting in a swivel chair was the Doctor.

The Doctor was a tall, slim man with thinning blonde hair and pale blue eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a dull green shirt and brown tweed slacks. Shiny black shoes were on his feet and he wore a white lab coat over his thin shoulders. He looked up and smiled gently at me.

"Poor boy." He murmured in a soft sympathetic voice. "Things must be very confusing right now." I watched his hands in his lap. I couldn't look into those bulging blue eyes, but his hands were even worse; long and white and waxy, twitching and wringing in his lap like pale spiders.

I flinched as the man behind me put a hand on my chest and squeezed hard as if grabbing a girls breast.

The Doctor frowned. "Stop it Hanson." He turned to face me and his smile had a false waxy feeling. "I know that this must be hard for you right now, but if you cooperate with us and promise to hold still for the physical, I can have Mr. Hanson take his hands off of you. Later, we can get you a shower and answer you're questions. How does that sound?"

I feebly tried to pull away from Hanson. I was trembling all over and tears were streaming down my face. "I p-p-promise."

He got up with a big smile on his face and Hanson reluctantly let go of me. When his big hands left me I let out a little moan of relief. The Doctor neared me and told me to step on a small flat scale in the corner.

"Five foot Four and one hundred and thirty-five pounds" the doctor muttered as I sat back down on the table. He checked my eyes, ears, and throat. Then he measured my pulse after he thought I had calmed down enough. I was afraid to speak to them, afraid that if I opened my mouth they would do something to me. Hanson was watching me from the swivel chair, and he was rubbing his crotch with his hand.

"Get up Hanson." 

I flinched away. "Y-you said he w-wouldn't touch m-me" I stammered.

"He needs to hold you down. Fish always struggle during this part."

I was still staring at him and wondering why he had called me a fish when Hanson grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. I started struggling when he ripped open my shirt.

"Wh-what are you doing!" I cried. Writhing in Hanson's grip. I gave a small scream of terror as the Doctor calmly unzipped my pants and yanked down my underwear. I gave another frightened cry as his hand closed around my penis.

His eyes were glittering and he had a huge smile on his face. His teeth were bared and gleaming and he looked insane. "Calm down Dear, I just need to measure how long you are!"

After he said that I froze trembling and crying as he began to stroke my limp cock. The Doctor was holding my legs apart and Hanson was holding my arms behind my back. He shifted his hands so only one was holding my wrists and I cried out with fear and humiliation as he pinched my tiny pink nipples between his strong fingers.

My humiliation only grew worse when my body began to respond. I cried out over and over with shame and unwanted pleasure, as my penis got hard in the Doctor's long waxy hand. My body felt hot and cold and I was covered in sweat and I felt so bad. How could I be getting hard if I felt so terrible? I was crying helplessly by the time he was done. He held a short plastic ruler in between my legs.

"Five and a half inches." He purred. I could see droplets of sweat on his forehead. "And about three inches around. That is a nice length, not huge or anything, but a pretty handful." I whimpered as Hanson licked my ear. "Alright Mr. Hanson, turn him over."

I began screaming when the big man forced me onto my knees on the table. He mashed my face into the faux-leather cushion and held my wrists at a painful angle behind my back with one hand. The other went under my belly, forcing my naked ass into the air in a horrible, vulnerable position.

"Stop it!" I begged as the Doctor ran his spidery hands over the soft globes of my buttocks. "Y-you can't do this! You can't d-do this!!"

"But I can, my Dear. I can do whatever I want to you now, you're my Fish."

I cried out as Hanson jerked my arms even higher, almost dislocating my shoulders. The brutal move stopped me from struggling and I was completely helpless as the Doctor tormented me.

His breathing came in short gasps as he stroked my ass. I cringed with horror when I realized he was doing it with only one hand. I had cried so hard up until this point that I was exhausted and trembling silently with pure terror and shame. I gave a hiccupping sob as his fingers curiously prodded my opening. Nothing had ever been in my ass before except what nature intended. I was terrified.

His hand moved away for a few seconds, and then it came back slick with some cold slippery fluid. I gasped and flinched away as his horrible long fingers touched me there. He chuckled and I felt my insides writhe with disgust as he licked my buttock. Then his forefinger began to pry and twist it's way into my tight, untouched pucker.

It hurt. Physically I had to grit my teeth and whimper because he had long fingernails and it felt like he was gouging my ass; I was trying to push him out but that just made it hurt more. Emotionally I was being raped. His cock wasn't in my ass but every single thing that they had done was rape, and I had never felt so dirty or worthless or helpless.

"Oh!" 

I felt my face flushed with blood and tears streamed from my gritty eyes, tears of utmost shame.

He laughed, and there was so much cruelty and viciousness in it that I wanted to die. "Looks like we found you're sweet spot, haven't we Dear?"

My cock had wilted, but now it was rock-hard and dribbling a clear fluid. Hanson was stroking my hips and pinching my ass with lewd, hurtful hands. The Doctor began moving his finger in and out. He added another finger and began insulting me as I struggled on the table. Fresh sobs tore from my throat at the demeaning things he did to me.

"You like it don't you, you little slut! You Fish always fight and say that you don't want it, but you always end up whimpering for it in the end! You like it when a Man fingers your little boy-cunt don't you? You love it!"

"No!" I begged in a broken voice. "No! Stop! Please stop! Oh God please stop doing this to me!"

His waxy hand closed over my cock and he pumped his fist up and down so hard it hurt. I screamed as somewhere in the convoluted knot of pain and degradation and fear my body responded to all of the abuse and I had my first orgasm with another man.

I sagged to the table as Hanson loosened his grip and the Doctor's fingers slid out of my ass. I cried in low animal sobs. The kind of sound that makes you hurt just by making it. It hurt my lungs and my throat and my heart. The Doctor walked in front of me and I saw a wet spot on the front of his pants.

"You are an amazing find, dearest." He purred. "You are a very sensitive little girl... now Hanson is going to give you a nice hot shower. Won't that feel good?"

"Water." I mewed. "Please."

The doctor gave me a cupful of water and I cowered as Hanson put his huge hand on the back of my neck, a predatory gleam in his dark eyes.

My legs had been given some strength from the water that the Doctor had given me, but they still trembled from fear and exhaustion. Hanson was leading me down the long hallway. Up the hall, I could see a tall black man walking, and at his side, a blonde woman was crawling.

I stared stupidly; what was this place? The woman was young and half-naked. The only thing she wore was a pair of tight black panties and a leather collar around her neck. Her breasts and hair swung as she crawled next to the large man.

I yelped as Hanson made a sharp turn, dragging me into another room. It looked like a high-school locker room, except all the lockers were made from a gleaming wood and music was playing and the floor was carpeted. He dragged me over to a shower stall as big as a small bathroom.

His eyes were narrowed and lewd. "The Doc already got off with you in his office, now it's my turn!" his eyes narrowed and he slapped me across the face. "Stop bawling you little whore, I ain't gonna fuck you! Just some other things."

As he said that he grabbed my hand and pressed it into the crotch of his pants. I could feel a long length of stone and the fabric was hot and damp.

"Now take off your clothes."

I was out of tears. At this point I was numb and exhausted and I just wanted to crawl into a corner and sleep for the rest of my life. I took off my clothes and I could hear the sounds I was making, and they sounded like someone else was making them; loud, fearful whimpers.

When I was naked he pulled out his cock; it was long and thick and it was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. It was fat and covered in dark veins, and it looked cruel and alive, as if it were watching me through the dirty slit in the bulbous head.

He took my hand and pressed it into the sickening heat of the monster between his legs. "I can't fuck you with this, but we'll find something just as... fun... to do to you!"

He turned on the spray and pulled off his shirt. For a moment the shirt was stuck over his face. He couldn't see me and he was relaxed and he was standing on wet, slippery tiles; I saw my opportunity, and I took it.

With a sound that was part snarl, part sob, and part scream, I ran into him. The force of the collision knocked him to the ground, and I ran—naked and wet and gasping for air—away from the shower room.

As I ran through the long hallway I could hear him chasing me and I found a reserve of energy that I didn't know I had to run even faster. I darted around a corner and I let out a relieved cry as I saw the sun through a set of glass doors and I ran through them.

"No. Oh God, no. NO!"

It was an island. I could see a couple of large buildings and another prisoner—a voluptuous brunette—sunning herself by a pool as a woman in a grey suit looked on. I could see all of this, and a brilliant blue ocean surrounded it all.

When Hanson caught up to me and tackled me to the ground, I was already half unconscious from the shock and hopelessness that my discovery brought me. I was alone and in the middle of nowhere. Him pummeling me to the ground just finished the job.

Poor Simon Ch. 02



*Hello again for part two of Poor Simon!

This is just a disclaimer from your author. The following submission includes non-consent, domination, gay activities, fear, and emotional stress. For those who think I am a sadist, you may be right, but keep hope, for brighter days are on the horizon for Simon.

All characters in the following piece are 18+.

This is a work of fiction from my erotic imagination, human trafficking is a very real and sick thing and I do not endorse it one bit.

With that said, please enjoy the second installment of Poor Simon...*

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When I woke up I was blindfolded. I felt a surge of despair, but I was so frightened by the conditions in which I woke up, that I didn't really have time to dwell on it. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and then I carefully took stock of my situation.

I was in a warm place. My body felt clean, so they must have cleaned me when I was unconscious. I could feel light sweat from the warmth of the room on my chest and forehead and between my legs.

My body was in a vulnerable position. I was laying on my back on a reclining leather seat, like something you would sit on at the dentists; except at the dentist's, my arms were never shackled above my head. My wrists were in soft, padded shackles, and my legs were suspended in the air in separate shackles that swung slightly when I kicked.

Not only was I blindfolded, but a fat ball of rubber was jammed between my teeth and tied around the back of my head in a knot that dug uncomfortably into the back of my skull. I was not entirely naked this time, but that was no comfort to me because my one article of clothing was a piece of tiny, girlie underwear that felt insubstantial and flimsy.

"So you've finally woken up, Simon?"

A warm hand twined into my hair and I flinched a little. The new voice wasn't the reedy tenor of the Doctor, or the lewd sneer of Hanson; it was warm and low, like distant thunder on a summer evening. I was blind and gagged and trussed up like a damn turkey, but that voice, and that gentle touch, they soothed me, just a bit. Then he grabbed my cock.

I let out a strangled cry and tried to struggle away as his hand moved away the flimsy fabric of the girlie panties. His hand left my hair and I let out a muffled scream as something flexible and burning snapped against my ass. The man released my cock and whipped me four more times as I let out muffled cries of surprised pain. Tears came to my eyes to be soaked up by the blindfold.

"Don't struggle, Simon. If I think you should have pleasure, then you should enjoy it, not pull away."

He touched my cock again and I let out a humiliated, shocked cry.

He chuckled. "You are a very good find, Simon. If whipping you makes you so hard, then the most difficult part of your training is already over."

His warm hand curled around my swollen cock and I flinched. I was so afraid that he was going to whip me again that I gave a little sob of relief when he began petting my hair again. I had almost forgotten his hand around my cock, until he squeezed lightly. I whimpered and arched, trying to get away but only thrusting my penis even further into the warm cradle of his fingers.

"Poor Simon." He whispered as his fingers slowly slid up and down my shaft. "I know things must be terribly confusing right now, but I am going to answer your questions. Before I answer your questions you must follow certain rules about speaking."

I moaned. I could barely comprehend him. He kept stroking me and it felt so good and so bad and I was covered in sweat. I tried to listen. I wanted to know what was going on and why I was here.

"The first condition. Always address me as Master or Sir. If you are feeling especially formal, you can call me Master Anthony." 

I whimpered as his hand left my hair, I thought that he was going to whip me, but then he touched my nipples. His rough fingers were gentle and I felt myself moving so my nipples and penis were more firmly in his grasp. I needed to come so badly that my body was almost reacting by itself.

"The second condition is very simple; only speak when spoken to, or allowed to. The third condition is to use your brain whenever you speak to me. You no longer have free will, or free speech. My colleagues and I can punish everything you say, if it is felt that it was disrespectful or stupid. You are just beginning your training, so for every mistake you make you will receive ten lashes. It will be more as your training continues."

I screamed through the gag and my body arched. His hand became slick with my come and he wiped me clean with a rough paper towel before adjusting the tiny underwear. Training?

"You have a nice amount of come. If you want to be able to speak, then you will have to eat it. Shh, don't cry Simon. There is no need for pride, or shame in your new life. It is best to lose those feelings as fast as you can. Now, can I trust you to be a good boy and lick it up? Or will I have to punish you?"

I felt so low and degraded, but I nodded feebly and nudged my head more firmly into his gentle hand as tears leaked from my blindfold.

I felt his hands untie the gag and work it out of my jaws. The corners of my mouth felt sticky and stiff. Then his wet fingers touched my lips. His other hand began to softly pet my hair, teasing the silky strands. That was what gave me the courage to stick out my tongue and lick his hand like a frightened dog.

My semen tasted bland, with a faint salty-mineral taste. It was warm and I whimpered as my stomach heaved and I gagged.

"Shh, just relax Simon." I lapped my come from his hand and cried softly the entire time, nuzzling into his gentle hand for reassurance.

When his hand was clean he stuck his thumb into my mouth and I felt the urge to suck on it, so I did. "Good boy." He murmured quietly. "You may ask your questions now, just be careful.

"Wh-where am I?"

I realized my mistake a fraction of a second too late as his hand left my head, and I screamed as his lash hissed across my ass. I writhed and wriggled and struggled, but I was tied up well, and I couldn't escape his lash. By the time he was done I was shaking and crying softly, and even though I had just come, my penis was semi-erect. With no further stimulation it quickly died down.

"Wh-Wh-where am I, M-Master?"

I gave a little moan of relief as he began stroking my hair again.

"You are in a facility on a small privately owned island in Indonesia. This facility is known worldwide as the 'Fishers'. It was a name we got in the sixties and it stuck. We are a business that collects young men and women from across the world and trains them to be companions. We do very well. Our boss is rather old-school so all of the Fish that we collect are over eighteen. He has a reputation of being very classy, and trustworthy so we have a large clientele."

I was furious. Hopeless anger and frustration and humiliation bubbled up in a massive surge, and I screamed at him with all of the hate and fear and pent-up emotion of the last few days.

"How could you!" I screamed at him. "How could you do this!"

I wanted to be silent as he whipped me. I wanted to be brave and to resist him, but I was whimpering by the third stroke. By the eighth I was sobbing with pain. He paused after the tenth stroke and I was gasping in air. I wasn't braced or ready for the next set of lashes.

I let out an agonized scream as the eleventh lash landed on my relaxed and tender buttocks. I bit my lip as he hit me nine more times, trying to muffle the agonized sounds that tried to escape.

I could hear him breathing. "You had permission to speak, Simon. What you didn't have was respect. And you still need to call me master or sir. Try again after you get your breath."

I cried for a little while. It was too much; part of me wanted to ask him questions and find out what was going on. Another part of me wanted to crawl into a corner and sleep for the rest of my life. Another aching part of me wanted to huddle into my mother's warm arms and just cry out all of the hurt and shame and worthlessness that I felt.

I didn't want to open my mouth again. I was too afraid, and I didn't want him to whip me again. If you've never been whipped, you don't know how bad it is. You feel the shame suffocating you and it is impossible to breathe without the breath being snagged in your throat and you try not to cry but you always do and that just makes it worse. His hand nestled in my hair and I felt the soft burn of shame in my throat as I huddled into him, but then I was able to speak.

"Wh-why d-did they choose m-me, Master?"

"That's better, Simon. We have several Agents in countries across the world. Our Agent was actually looking for a sexy little minx that was in class at the U of Minnesota, but he found out about you shortly after your parents' death. You were a young, pretty, feminine boy who had no guardians, no relatives, and would not be missed. That is why you were chosen.

"Since we have found you it seems that our choice was a good one. You are unusually sensitive, you are a virgin, and you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in years."

My heart was still aching from the reminder of my parent's death. I was afraid and angry because I had been kidnapped by madmen who were going to do horrible things to me. But when he complimented me in his low, pleasant voice I felt warmth bloom in my chest. I was weirdly happy that he thought I was beautiful. My brain screamed with horror that I was reacting this way.

A terrible thought ran through my head. A thought that made me feel weak and dizzy and nauseous. "Will—will those m-men come back? Will I have to do... will I have to do things to them, Master?"

His hand paused for a moment and I cringed, but he continued the petting after a long moment. "The two men—Doctor Allgood and Ben Hanson—were assigned to you. However, they were deemed incompetent. You managed to run away from them, and you are a valuable find. It was thought that if we left you with them, that they would ruin you in a week. They will still be given assignments, but lower-risk items; such as strait women who are not virgins."

I let out a sigh of pure relief, and shivered as I remembered how cruel they had been.

"Master? What will the training be like?"

"You will be in training for about three months. You will be trained to satisfy men sexually, and to be a good companion, or a pet. This will include teaching you to give oral sex, teaching you to enjoy and withstand pain, teaching you to be subservient, and being penetrated with dildos. You will not be fucked by anyone while you are here so we can sell you as a virgin. Your training also includes a rigorous diet and exercise regime to keep you lean and fit."

Just the mention of food made my stomach twist in on itself, and I tried to remember the last time I had eaten anything.

"May I have something to eat, Master?"

He chuckled; it was a nice sound. "Yes, I think we should go get something to eat. When I untie you, you are going to get on your hands and knees on the ground. If you try to run away, the whippings I gave you will seem like mosquito bites."

I could feel my face getting pale and I nodded vigorously. What an idea! What a bad, horrible idea it was to run away!

I felt a faint pang as he moved his hand away from my head to undo my shackles. When my wrists were free I rubbed the soreness from them and waited for him to undo my legs. He stripped of the blindfold and I saw my master for the first time.

Master Anthony was a tall V of a man. He had broad, workman's shoulders that narrowed down into a trim waist. His head was a broad foxy triangle, handsome and intelligent. His features were regular except for how strong they were. His cheekbones jutted out in a powerful ridge, and his chin was strong as well, with just a hint of a cleft. His eyes were dark and deep-set under his eyebrows.

His hair was dark and his skin was tanned, but not the smooth look of fake tanning. It was a tan he had gotten from the sun. He wore dark clothes that looked like a uniform. The collared shirt buttoned to the right of his torso, like a chef's shirt, and both his shirt and pants were black. It was a very sleek, stylish look.

I could feel my face getting hot as I looked at him and I flinched away as he lifted his massive hand. The fingers touched my cheek.

"Get on the floor, Simon."

I felt my face flush with blood, and I crawled onto the floor with my face feeling hot and my mind screaming at me. I was getting a fucking crush on the man who had made me lick up my own come, among other things.

My limbs were stiff and a little sore after being in shackles for an extended period of time. When I finally saw the panties I was wearing, my blush deepened. They were dark blue, with little silver stars on them, and the lace was almost see-through. I could clearly see the outline of my limp penis and testes.

He got on one knee and fastened a plain dog collar around my neck. I flinched with shame as he snapped on a leash and used a small key to lock it in place. Was he really going to walk around with me like this? I remembered the topless blonde that had been crawling around next to the black man, and I just got more frightened.

He tugged lightly on the leash. "Come on Simon, we're going to go to the dining hall."

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It was a new and humiliating experience, crawling around on the floor like an animal. The leash made me feel like a pet dog, and I was all but naked in the humid air. Temperature wasn't the problem, but when we passed an elderly Asian man who was vacuuming the rug, I felt like I would die of shame when his dark eyes looked me up and down.

We went down the long hallway, and Master stopped at a set of shiny double doors. When he opened them, I gasped and he had to tug on the leash to get me crawling again.

It wasn't a cafeteria; it was like a small five-star restaurant. Soft music played from artfully placed speakers, and a young man in a tuxedo walked around taking orders and serving food. A few of the large round tables were half-filled with elegantly uniformed masters and mistresses. The people like me knelt under the tables at their master's sides. As I crawled I saw a slender redheaded boy nibble at a morsel of food that his master held under the table. When the food was gone the boy licked his master's fingers with a look of adoration on his face. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. 

Master Anthony headed to another table with three dominants. One was a skeletal man with Eastern European features, like Russian, or Ukrainian. One was a shorter, chubby Indian man with a dark beard and a turban. The last was a heavy-jawed blonde woman with a lot of makeup and lidded dark eyes that made me feel sick with fear when she stared at me.

"So you ended up with the little blonde boy?" the woman purred. "It's probably for the best. That brainless Hanson would have torn his cherry to shreds in under a day." Her voice was deep and throaty and her eyes were cold. "Well, let's see him, Tony, we haven't got all day!"

I looked up at Master Anthony and he was giving the woman a polite smile. He looked down at me. "Well, you heard Janice, stand up and let them look at you."

Master still had the whip in his hand and he lightly drew it across my back, so I timidly got up and nearly fell over from the rush of light-headedness. I felt so bare and exposed as they stared appraisingly at me. I unconsciously tried to cover my scantily-clad groin with my hands and I cried out as master lashed me once with the whip.

"Don't hide yourself, Simon. Your body is no longer your own and anyone who looks at you has all the right in the world to do so."

The Indian man looked up as I let my arms drop limply to my sides. "Simon? You should know better then to let your Fish keep his original name."

He was very polite, but I was so close to him that I could feel him tensing slightly. 

"I have never agreed with that part of the process. It seems counterproductive to give someone a silly name if they are trying to be sexy. Something like Kitten, or Mercy, or the ever-popular Sassy doesn't seem sexy to me."

The Skinny man leaned in. He is a very good looking Fish; perhaps I can borrow him for an hour of two when he has more training. Pity that he's a virgin."

"I have never liked boys, but I wouldn't say no to that if there were no girls nearby."

"All you need to do is remove that little blemish between his legs and he could pass for one of my girls."

They were commenting on me and I felt like I wasn't even there, except for their hungry, greedy eyes on me. I was trembling with fear and uncertainty when my Master casually put a hand on my head, and started stroking in little massaging circles. I let out a small, involuntary croon, before blushing and firmly shutting my mouth.

Master was more than a head taller than I was. "Sit down Simon, and dinner will come soon."

I quickly dropped to my knees on the left side of his chair, glad to be out of sight of the dominants. Then I saw their submissives.

I felt my face flush bright red and I tried to cover my groin with my hands as three girls on leashes looked right at me and up and down. They were unashamedly looking over my bare body. I let out a little moan of humiliation and discomfort. I tried to hide behind my Master's black-clad leg.

The one at the feet of the European guy was a short, busty redhead clothed in a pale green thong and a matching bra that was so lacy I could see the aureole of her nipples. Across from me was a brunette with a lanky, athletic sort of body. She had small, high breasts and slender hips and muscular legs and arms. She was clothed in nothing but a pink thong, and her clear blue eyes were red and swollen from crying. The girl next to Janice was Dark-skinned and tall and supple, like a dancer. She was clothed in a long, purple sari that was almost completely transparent. I felt so clumsy and exposed, they were all so beautiful, so why was I here?

Master cuffed me with the whip; it was a soft blow, but I could tell that he was annoyed. I crawled from behind him and knelt, covering my groin and praying for them to stop looking at me before my face caught on fire with shame. The young waiter came to take Master's order.

"I'll have the Steak, well done. And get a light meal and some mineral water for my Fish." The waiter nodded and the others placed their orders.

I slowly got used to being naked in front of the girls. They were just like me, and each one was in a different stage of their training. At the beginning they must have all felt like this. The Redhead had given me a small encouraging smile and a thumbs up. The brunette had given me a weak smile. The black girl had given me a contemptuous sneer, but the other two girls had glared at her for that.

The food came. My mouth watered and my stomach gave a growl of hunger at the smells of filet mignon, steak, and some sort of spicy dish that made my nose tickle. Then the waiter put my dinner in front of me.

It was so small that the tiny part of my mind that still believed in fairness and equality thought that it must be a joke. On the plate was about half of a chicken breast that wafted fragrant steam to my nose. There was also a small spinach salad with no dressing, and chunk of yellow cheese about the size of a domino. The waiter also set down a wide bowl with water in it.

When I looked up at my Master I knew that it was no joke. I reached for the cheese and let out a small cry as he whipped me.

"Watch how the others are eating."

They were all eating with their hands behind their backs, and their faces in the plates. The brunette was slurping water with her face in the bowl. I shivered a little and leaned down. When my face was less than an inch from the plate I nibbled some of the salad leaves into my mouth.




Poor Simon Ch. 02



I was thirsty, so I mindlessly reached for the water and Master Anthony tugged on the leash so hard I gagged and tears came to my eyes. I rubbed my sore throat and looked at the meal through a thin veil of tears. I started to cry softly.

It wasn't my sore throat that made me do it. I was just so tired and afraid and degraded. My head ached and I was utterly humiliated and I just wanted to see my parents again. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but all of them could hear me.

Janice gave my Master a silent look. And the European man rolled his eyes. The Indian man muttered something about Master Anthony spoiling me rotten. The brunette and the redhead gave me looks of sympathy and the black girl just glared at me with contempt.

I flinched as Master laid a hand on my head, but it was soothing. I leaned against his leg, and he let me as I quietly trembled with grief.

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When we finished with the meal, Master walked me down the hallway to a small door with the number 17 on it.

"This is where we will do most of our training." He murmured. "It is also where we'll sleep. We will only go elsewhere for meals, exercise, and some of the more complex apparatus."

As he flicked on the light, I could only stare. The room was about the size of a nice hotel room. There was a bathroom near the entrance, and a single large bed in the far corner, but this was where the resemblance stopped. In one corner was a huge dog-kennel, like the kind you buy for a Great Dane. There was a massive chest, like a square treasure chest that went along one wall, on the far end their was a window that looked out onto an ocean as blue as a dream. 

Across the ceiling there were little hooks and chains hung from all four bedposts.

Master tugged me over to the chest and he rummaged around in it for a few seconds. I sat a few feet away, biting my lip with nervousness. He took out a few items.

One was a longer, more flexible whip. One was what looked like restraints made of soft fabric. Their was something hidden in his hand that I couldn't see. He stood over me and tied my hands together behind my back with the soft, padded shackles. Then he sat on the bed and tugged me over until I was kneeling between his knees, trying not to look at the way his pants cupped a large bulge.

"Calm down Simon."

I leaned into his hand as his other hand began to gently tease my nipples one by one. I let out a little mewl of pleasure, and I was starting to hopefully think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. 

Then I gave a small yelp as something clamped onto my left nipple, and I didn't have time to react before that same frustrating pain clamped onto my other nipple.

I looked down and moaned. My nipples had little golden clips on them, and dangling from the clips were two small bells that jingled maddeningly. The clips burned and made me squirm with pain and discomfort, but I realized with horror that my penis was getting harder, and pressing against the fabric of the panties. I cried out as he lightly lashed me with the long whip. The lash was so light that all it did was sting and make my cheeks flush with arousal and shame.

"It is time for you to learn how to suck a man's cock." I looked up and whimpered as I saw him unbutton his pants and reach inside.

"M-Master! P-Please don't m-make me—Ah!"

I tried to plead with him but he only lashed me again and again. I writhed and wailed as he lashed me ten times, the long whip curling and hissing through the air.

"You did not have permission to speak Simon. 

Hush, you need to learn this, so just calm down."

He spoke slowly and softly after the whippings were done and I trembled between his legs, moaning. His hand tangled in my hair and I leaned my head on his warm, muscular thigh. 

My nipples ached and burned. I was flushed and panting and trying desperately to calm down.

His hands cupped my head and led me to his crotch. I let him. I was afraid and I just wanted to close my eyes and have it be over. Something hot and hard nudged my cheek.

"Open your eyes Simon." I did, and his hard cock was in front of me, he held it in one of his hands. "This is a very simple thing, and I know that you are still frightened, but you need to let me teach you, or I will have to punish you very severely. To tell you the truth, I don't want to punish you. I might want to hurt you a little, so you can make those cute sounds, but I don't want to punish you. If you don't learn enough with me you will be given to another, harder master, and maybe even back to the Doctor, so it would be best for you to try and conquer your fear Simon."

"Y-Yes, Master." I whimpered. 

Tears were in my eyes and I was afraid of being sent back to the Doctor, but the reason I wanted to be braver was because he said he didn't want to punish me. I wanted to please him because he said I made cute sounds and because he was talking to me like I had feelings and not trying to stomp them out.

I took a few deep breaths, and he let me. He leaned back a little, stroking his cock and waiting for me to calm down a bit. I looked at his cock and gasped. He had large hands and his fingers could only just barely reach around the full width. His cock was a few inches longer than mine, but what frightened me is that it was twice as thick and curved up slightly. 

Unlike the freakishly long and ugly penis of Hanson, Master's cock as well-shaped with a thick smooth shaft and a proportionate head with a long slit that had just a glimmer of moisture in it.

I leaned forward just a little and licked him, right on the tip. I could hear the bells jingling faintly, which made me cringe with humiliation. The flesh was warm and yielding and I could taste the salt of his precome. I took another deep breath and opened my mouth. As I leaned forward, my Master's cock slid between my soft lips.

"Good job." He murmured, stroking my hair. "Now start licking it, and try to get more of it in your mouth, it's okay if you can't get it all in at first."

I licked the underside and put him in my mouth again. His cock was hard and hot and throbbing like it was alive. I shoved all thoughts to the back of my stupid, cowardly brain and tried to focus only on him, and giving him pleasure. 

His hands were on my head, but he wasn't forcing my head up and down. He was just petting me lightly.

I let out a small whimper as I tried to put more of him inside me. I gagged a little and opened my eyes just a crack to see how far I had to go. I whimpered again when I realized that I only had a little more than half of him. 

I panted through my nose and lunged, trying to get more of him, but doing that only made me gag and have to back off. The bells tinkled maddeningly.

Master's voice was a little strained. "Don't just throw yourself on it, go slower."

My entire world narrowed to my mouth and his cock. I closed my eyes and buried my face into his warm crotch. His smell was thick and clean and masculine and overpowering. I let out muffled groans as he drew the lash over my back in light strokes. My own cock was aching and dribbling and oh so hard. I felt like I would come at the slightest touch. After three tries I managed to bury his cock a few more inches into my throat.

I let out strangled cries as he lashed me. The whip stung in lines of fiery pain that melted into pleasure. My body was reacting strangely and violently to all of the new sensation. I felt hot and feverish and my nipples were burning and my penis was on fire, but my back and buttocks felt icy cold. My body was beaded and running with a thousand little rivulets of sweat. The pain in the back of my throat and my aching knees and shoulders and my tortured nipples and the fiery whip all combined and made my body feverish with pleasure and pain. The bells jingled in a cruel mocking chorus. I was crying with pain and arousal and the sheer need for release.

I bobbed my head up and down on his cock and I could feel how close he was. His cock was throbbing like an engine in my mouth and he was letting his breath out in quiet aggressive growls.

I made a small muffled noise of mingled fear and arousal as his hands cupped my head in an aggressive, dominant way. He began thrusting my head up and down on his hard, spasming cock.

He held my head away and began pumping his fat, curved cock in his fist. I sat there trembling and blinded by sweat. I was shaking from the pain and the fear and the weird fever that I was suffering from my arousal. My mouth was dripping from a mixture of precome and saliva and sweat. 

I sat there, panting and crying and on the brink of an unreachable orgasm when he came all over me.

I could see the slit of his cockhead flare like a mouth pursing it's lips and getting ready to spit. Then something hot and heavy and wet was splattered over my lips and some into my mouth. 

I barely registered the taste—strong and musky and somehow powerful—before he rammed his cock back between my come-smeared lips. His cock spat spurt after spurt into my mouth and some of it dribbled out of the corners of my lips.

I looked at him with my eyes full of tears and his penis in my mouth and his come on my face. I was so broken and degraded that I felt like sobbing.

His face was flushed with orgasm, but serious as he looked at me. "You know what to do Simon, eat it. Lick up all of that nice come that I gave you."

"Y-Yes M-M-Mmmm—" I couldn't say it before I broke into tears. I cried in soft moans that shook my entire body. 

"Shh, it's okay Simon. I'm going to help you come very soon, but you have to eat all of that come on your face first.

"Th-thank you, M-M-Master."

I swallowed the come in my mouth. It was hot and salty and musky and I could feel my stomach lurch uneasily. Then Master Anthony reached down and used his finger to wipe all of his semen off of my cheeks and lips. I sucked on his finger.

"Now you've been a good boy, and I know it hurts, but if you do what I say we can take those nasty clips off and you can have a shower and some sleep."

He began to stroke my hair and I whimpered, head drooping. "Look at me Simon." He tilted my head up so I was looking at his foxy strong-featured face. "You are going to masturbate until you come in front of me. Your legs are going to be spread apart so I can see everything."

"Yes, M-Master."

He reached behind me to undo my shackles and he held my leash. I looked up at him for a moment, and I knew that I wanted to stay with him. What he did to me hurt so bad, but he said he was going easy on me. If I went to another Master they would be crueler, and they wouldn't look at me with that half-gentle, half-lustful look that he did.

I had my reasoning behind it. It still took all of my courage to lean back and feebly spread my legs for him. He looked appreciatively at my swollen, aching cock that was sticking from the side of those stupid blue panties. 

I took a few tortured, sobbing breaths before touching my penis. My cock throbbed in my hand as if begging me to bring it to a climax. I began masturbating in front of my Master.

He owned every scrap of me. He owned my worthless body, and my movements. He owned the tattered scraps of my pride and dignity. All that was left was a crying toy that feebly moved to his every whim.

I cried as I touched myself with him watching. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and pain and loss. My cock was wet from all of the precome that had dribbled down the sides, so my hand moved in smooth motions from the thick, fuzzy base to the moist, pulsing tip.

I reached orgasm and it felt so sweet and good and amazing. It was as if my body was filled with light. When the light faded I was sprawled on the floor. I was exhausted and sticky from sweat and come.

"When you eat your come, I'll take the clips off."

I ate my semen with my fingers, too far gone even to cry. I tasted mild compared to my Master. Even when it came to our semen, I was weaker than him.

I let out little moans of relief as he took the clips off. I was too weak to stand, so he carried me to the bathroom.

When he turned the water on I grayed out briefly. When I opened my eyes, he was fully clothed, and holding me up as the hot water pounded my small, shaking body. He scrubbed my shoulders and body with a wonderfully rough sponge that felt good on my skin.

He dried me off with a towel. His hands were not shy, and they scrubbed my most private and tender places in a matter-of-fact way. He took off the leash, but not the collar.

He brought me to the dog-kennel. I crawled inside at his command and he padlocked the door. I huddled naked on the large foam mat, shivering with cold and pure exhaustion. He hesitated before opening the door again to give me a soft blanket.

"Thank you, Master." I whispered. I curled up into a fetal position under the warm blanket and exhaustion crashed over me like a wave.



Poor Simon Ch. 03



*Hello and welcome to the third installment of Poor Simon! If you have stayed with him this long, you should know by now that the following story includes Gay activity, emotional turmoil, non-consent, and domination. As always, please comment the hell out of it so I can make future installments better for YOU!

All characters in the following piece are 18+

Remember that this is a work of fiction, and that human trafficking is a sad, sick, and all too real problem.

With that said, please enjoy Poor Simon*

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For one beautiful, sleepy moment, I was back home. I stretched on my little twin bed and yawned like a cat. I sniffed the air to see if Dad was making pancakes. 

When my eyes opened however, I was in a dark room. The bed and the chest loomed like dark animals and I saw them through the fine mesh of the dog kennel's sides.

I realized where I was. The mere knowledge that I was no longer my own person was enough to make the corners of my eyes burn with tears. I huddled on the foam mat under the thin blanket and I cried silently for a little while.

Just the memory of what I had done yesterday made me shiver and cringe. I had squirmed as a man masturbated me to an orgasm. I had eaten like an animal off the ground. I had sucked a man's cock and then jerked off while he watched me. I had done all of these things while being whipped and humiliated, and somehow being aroused by it all.

I let out a small whimper. I had even licked up semen, his and mine. I fingered the collar around my neck and shivered. I didn't dare to take it off, even though I hated it.

I jumped and hit my head on the top of the cage when a shrill ringing filled the air. Master Anthony's alarm was ringing shrilly and I saw his large hand fumble for the button on the top.

"Owww!!!"

My head hurt. I pressed my hand to the stinging bruise and managed to stifle my yelp into a quiet groan. I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself and leaned against the back of the cage. My stomach was aching with a mixture of hunger and dread.

Master Anthony got up, and he was naked. I looked at him, and I could feel pangs of fear and shame and even attraction. He was a very handsome man, but that only made me feel worse.

I flinched and screwed my eyes shut as he turned on the lights. "Good morning Simon." He said in a warm, slightly hoarse voice. "Today we are going to get you some breakfast, get in a couple hours in the gym, and then after lunch we have some other things planned."

He pulled on his dark uniform and dug the leash out of the big box that I called the toy box in my head. He came over and unlocked the cage.

I crawled forward and let him attach the leash to my collar, using a small silver key. I crawled out, desperately hoping that I would at least get some kind of underwear to wear at breakfast. Then I saw the tiny pink thong in his hand and I felt something in me ache with shame. I put it on when he handed it to me and it had barely any support. It went between my buttocks and created a maddening itch.

First he brought me to the bathroom and gave me a comb and toothbrush. I stood up to brush my teeth and hair. I tentatively asked permission to go to the bathroom and he stayed in the room as I urinated. I felt weirdly vulnerable and owned; because he watched me even when I did my most private functions.

As we walked to the cafeteria the cotton thong between my buttocks made me grit my teeth and clench. It was making this horrible friction and I could feel the warm, fluid feeling in my crotch that told me I would be getting an erection soon.

The restaurant was better lit today. He walked me towards the table with the Indian man and the European man sitting at it. There was also the big black man with the blonde submissive that I had seen my first day here.

I knelt by his leg obediently. The redhead and the brunette both gave me little waves, and I waved back. The blonde was tall and voluptuous and completely naked; her head was obediently downcast but she had a contented smile on her face.

When the young blonde waiter came, Master ordered breakfast for the both of us. Then he did something that made me gasp.

"How would you like a blowjob Thomas? My Fish is surprisingly good for a virgin and I need to give him some training."

The waiter smiled. "He is a cute little thing, I just have to take Mistress Kasha's order and I should have enough time."

I bit my lip and looked up at my Master. "Behave Simon. Your job is to do whatever I want to whomever I chose. You will be doing things to plenty of Masters and Mistresses and Fish, so I would get used to it."

"Yes Master." I whispered.

The waiter came back and I shifted so I was on my knees in front of him. I could see and feel the stares of all the Fish under the table, and all the dominants sitting around it. At an adjacent table, the redheaded boy I had seen yesterday was watching and rubbing his crotch through a pair of green panties.

I looked up at Thomas and he was smiling. "Come on Fish, its not that hard."

He unbuttoned the dark pants of his tuxedo and pulled out a young cock. His was shaved smooth and hairless. He was about six inches long and a bit thicker then I was. He wasn't completely erect, but his slow stroking was making him get harder.

I was surprised and ashamed to realize that my mouth was watering. I felt Master's hand on my shoulder and I leaned forward.

His cock was much easier to manage than my Master's cock. I wasn't as distracted and flustered by clips or toys so I was able to concentrate. His cock was smaller than my Master's, and it was warm and yielding under my lips and tongue, but slowly getting harder.

I covered him with little laps of my tongue, and he really liked that. He was getting rock-hard and letting out soft groans. I looked up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around the thick head of his cock, tasting droplets of precome.

"Damn!" he gasped. "Jesus Tony, you lucky bastard. He's a natural."

He grabbed his wet cock and pulled it out of my reach, leaving a pair of heavy, dangling testes. I froze a little and looked back at my Master. He nodded encouragingly and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

My face was flushed and I was very aroused. I leaned forward and licked his smooth shaved testicles. The skin felt warm and almost silky under my tongue. When I sucked one into my mouth he made a high-pitched sound that made me flinch back. I wondered frantically if I had hurt him and if Master would punish me.

His face was flushed but not angry. His penis was wilting in his hand and the black cloth of his cummerbund was splattered with a good amount of his come. I hadn't known how close he was. When I looked up at Master Anthony he was smiling.

"You still have a little cleanup to do Simon."

I licked his clothing until every errant speck of semen was cleaned off. He had a lighter, almost tangy taste. The voice in the back of my head was still screaming, but it was quieter now. It was as if my mind and body were getting accustomed to the idea of me being a sex slave. 

I shivered and blushed. If my mind was being a coward, then my body was getting far too brave. My erection was wilting and I felt swollen and a little painful.

"That was a good performance. Your Fish is a natural, and I think that Raine wants to help him." 

The speaker was a pudgy ordinary looking man with horn-rimmed glasses. At his side was Raine, the slender redheaded boy.

I blushed and huddled into Master's leg. Raine was maybe a little older then me, with a sexy smile and throw-me-down-and-fuck-me eyes the color of pine needles.

My Master grinned. "I would be glad to let Raine help Simon, he is very shy though, and he may need a little motivation."

I yelped as his short whip lashed my back. "Sit down and spread your legs Simon, just like we did last night."

I moaned and my face flushed with shame and discomfort. Despite that, I quickly sat and moved my legs apart so Raine could see me. He licked his full lips and crawled forward. His Fuck-me eyes were lidded and looking right into mine.

"Aw, you're so sweet!" he purred in a low sexy voice. "You're like a kitten, or maybe a puppy. Something small... and cute... and helpless."

I blushed and inched away from him as his face came closer and closer. 

"I liked the way you started licking him." He licked my cheek and then pressed his lips into mine. I was suddenly kissing this sexy redheaded boy who was leaning over me. I felt small and completely out of control. His mouth was hot and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth possessively.

I broke the kiss and looked up towards my Master. *Help me!* I pleaded with my eyes, but he only watched with a smile.

"Wow, I like your nipples Simon, they're very tender and sensitive. They look like little flower buds." I yelped over and over as he played with my nipples, pinching and sucking and biting.

"P-Please!" I begged. "Please s-stop! It h-hurts!"

"That's what it's supposed to do silly! And you like it, too! I can feel you getting hard. Whimper and wail all you want, but you're lovin' this."

It was all I could do to hold still as his cool fingers reached into the stupid little thong and pulled out my straining cock. "Ooh! That is a pretty little soldier! Hard as a rock, too. I bet you even taste sweet."

I yelped as his hot mouth engulfed my cock and he started bobbing his sexy head up and down on my penis. Then he forced his head all the way down and swallowed my cock. His lips were writhing in my wispy pubic hair and his face was bright red. He was fisting his cock in his hand and swallowing over and over.

It was so quick. I screamed as his throat brutally throbbed and massaged my sensitive shaft and as he forced me to come. I felt a throb of pleasure, but I wasn't basking in it like I had last night. I trembled as he came up for air, smiling at my wilting member.

"You do taste sweet, I win. Master Paul told me that you have been eating quite a lot of come lately, so here you go!"

I cried out as he kissed me hard and spat all of my come back into my mouth. Then he smeared his hand all over my face, wiping off his own come. Then he crawled back to his master and nuzzled his crotch sluttily.

"Hmf, Paul needs to reign in that Fish. He can't decide if he is a dominant or a submissive. No matter what he acts like, he doesn't do anything for me."

I looked up at my Master who was speaking. He smiled at me and ruffled my hair. "Swallow your own come, but I'll take care of that brat's spunk."

I smiled a little at my Master as he carefully wiped my face clean with a napkin. "Thank you Master." I whispered gratefully.

When the food came I was starving. Master's breakfast consisted of three fried eggs, some bacon, and toast. My breakfast was half a fried egg with a little salt, half a bacon strip, and a big portion of sliced fruit.

I ate carefully, making sure not break the careful laws about eating with my mouth and my mouth alone. I lapped up the water like a dog, I fumbled each piece of fruit between my teeth, and I got grease on my cheeks when I had to root around for the bacon. Master Anthony wiped my face again when I was done and he absently stroked my hair while he finished his meal, filling me with genuine pleasure.

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We went to the locker room where Hanson had started to molest me. Master Anthony opened a locker and quickly got dressed into a gray t-shirt and a jock strap and a pair of thin nylon shorts. He gave me a similar jock strap and told me to exchange the strap for the little pink thong. I put it on, grateful for the more comfortable garment. We went through the door into a small gym.

I was amazed at the gym. It was small but it included a running track, weight machines, treadmills, a wooden floor for aerobics, and a thin pool. The pool ran the length of the gym and it was only three lanes wide.

"You are a very submissive Fish, so there won't be any need for you to bulk up. What we are going to be working on is aerobics, cardio, and we may tone up your legs a little. Some of what you do will exercise your legs a lot." He ruffled my hair. "Let's go to the treadmill first."

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My legs trembled like guitar strings. Every muscle in my body felt like so much shivering jelly and my lungs were raw from gasping. Apparently, I was severely out of shape. 

Master had made me run four miles on the treadmill, and he gave me water after every mile I completed and waited behind the treadmill with his whip to encourage me to go farther. After running I had worked various machines that strengthened my back and legs and ass. On every machine he had me doing high repetition, low weight, so I would tone and not bulk. After a very short break and a protein bar he had made me do laps in the pool until I lost count.

He had exercised as well. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he looked down at me. I was clinging to the edge of the pool, heaving for air and half-afraid that if I let go I would drown. The endorphin rush had come and gone so many times that I was dizzy.

He smiled. "I think that we've done enough for today. Now we can go to the sauna."

I crawled out of the pool and he locked the leash around my neck. I obediently crawled after him on legs that felt like hot steel rods powered by muscles as sad and limp as old rubber bands.

The air hit me in a wave. It was hot, moist, clean, and faintly woody. It was dark and steamy and I could see a few others.

Master handed me a small towel. "Wrap that around your waist and put your swimsuit in the bin."

Once I was done with that I sat next to him on the hot wooden bench, limp and completely relaxed with exhaustion. It was a little hard to breathe in the steamy chamber, but the heat felt so good on my sore body.

It got harder and harder to keep my eyes open, so I finally just closed them and slipped into a light doze. My body crumpled even further until I was resting my head on Master Anthony's shoulder. As soon as I realized what I was doing I quickly sat up and cringed a little.

"S-Sorry Master."

He petted my damp head gently. "Calm down Simon, I wont whip you for falling asleep in here. Just relax, you must be exhausted." And that is how I ended up getting an afternoon nap.



Poor Simon Ch. 04



*Hello one and all, this disclaimer is a little longer then usual and I apologize.

Through some technical difficulties, I managed to lose almost my entire 60-page manuscript of Poor Simon and I am now writing from memory so it will take a little longer and I want to thank you all for bearing with me.

In the following chapter, there is gay content, emotional turmoil, forced makeover, and pretty serious Master/Slave dynamics, so if any of those turn you off, scram.

Also, in this chapter there is *Gasps of horror* a heterosexual encounter.

All characters in this account are 18+

As always, this is a fictional account and none of this should be attempted. Make sure any rough roleplay is just that, roleplay. Remember that human trafficking is a real and sick problem and I am just a lonely fag-hag pervert that gets off on it and hopes that you will enjoy it too.

Please tear it to shreds in the comments section so I can make this story better for you, since I am re-writing it, you could even make suggestions, though I am not guaranteeing I will use them.

And as always, please enjoy this new chapter of Poor Simon.*

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After a brief nap, no more then twenty minutes, Master woke me up and now we were walking down the hallway. I was naked and on my knees, but I found out that though not even 24 hours had passed, I was already far less conscious about my nakedness. After all of the things that happened to me; it seemed like a very minor ordeal.

We went down the hallway with all of it's mysterious doors, and we stopped at one made of cloudy glass. Through the glass, the walls were soft pink and I could see dim objects and someone moving around.

We went in, and I let out a surprised little laugh. It was a hair salon. There were large padded chairs (sheathed in dark maroon faux-leather) and walls full of hair products. I could see tubs of wax and bottles of shampoo and hundreds of hairsprays.

A slender man in tight black jeans, a black mesh shirt and short black hair in a faux-hawk was sitting at an office chair, filing his nails with a pink file. His eyes were lined with black eye shadow and mascara and I could see an intricate smoke-colored dragon tattoo that covered most of his left arm and shoulder all the way to the smoky-flames designs that covered his left wrist. Looking at him, he seemed ageless, he could've been anywhere from twenty to forty five.

He looked up from his nails, his full red lips in a pout. Then his pale blue eyes widened.

"Oh Tony! He is so ADORABLE!"

He got up and his movements were quick and birdlike and decidedly effeminate. He swooped down onto his knees and suddenly my face was cradled in his warm hands that smelled like ink and scented hair products. His ice-pale eyes were less then six inches from my own. I could feel my skin getting hot and flushed against his hands as I tried to look away, embarrassed and anxious and a little flattered.

"Is your afternoon free? If it is, I think you could get a more intimate setting then this."

I looked up at Master Anthony, shocked. I felt a mixture of excitement and shame and shock and even a little jealousy. I was painfully aware at how familiar this mixture was getting. The man let out an excited squeal, clapping his hands in a very feminine way.

Master smiled, I hated him for how much I loved that smile. "Makeover first Axel, and call Kara in, I want Simon to learn how to pleasure women."

Another shock. My stomach twisted nervously and I bit my lip. Axel looked indignant and pouty. I couldn't help but giggle. He strutted (I blushed at how low those jeans rode on his pale hips, I could see a small heart tattoo just above a tantalizing little cleft) over to an intercom set into the pink wall.

"Yeah... hi sweetie, Tony brought that new blonde kid... yeah I know... you better not steal him from me toots... yeah... mm-hmm... bye hon."

He lifted his hand from the button and patted the surface of the faux-leather chair with a hand that glittered with at least a dozen slender silver rings. I crawled up, and sitting on the leather chair reminded me with a flash of sudden arousal and shame of when I had woken up to Master Anthony. I had been in a chair just like this, only blindfolded and tied up and then he wrapped his hand around my cock...

"Oh, honey... if you keep tormenting me with that pretty little thing I don't think I'll last very long."

Axel was staring hungrily to were my semi-hard cock was sticking from my wispy pubic hair in a weak exclamation point. Him looking at it just made it twitch. I moaned with humiliation, but it wasn't as bad with Axel. Axel was friendly and bubbly and flirty, he didn't have the same sort of hold that Master Anthony had over me.

Master chuckled and spanked Axel, something passed between them and I instantly knew that they had been partners, casual or serious I didn't know. A hurt noise escaped my lips and I was surprised and ashamed at the force of the jealousy I felt bubbling in my chest. Then Kara burst into the room in an explosion of pale blue.

Kara was a short curvy woman with very short white-blonde hair. Everything she wore was blue. Pale blue top, skirt, thigh-high stockings, shoes, even the barrettes in her hair. The skirt was long enough so she could have worn it in public, but her top was unbuttoned enough to see a pale blue bra.

Her eyes (Pale blue) opened wide and she squealed, sounding eerily like Axel. "Oh my Gawd, he is so CUTE!!"

She bounced over, I tried to shrink into the chair. I had given up on trying to make sense of the tangled knot of confused emotions, I just turned my head away hoping to put out the fire in my cheeks by laying it on the cool maroon seat.

Her small cool hand pinched my nipple and I yelped.

Suddenly they both were pulled back. Master had his hand in the laces on the back of Kara's top and (I cringed with jealousy) the back of Axel's jeans. "I love your enthusiasm boys and girls." His voice was cool and amused. "However, I came here to get this fish cleaned up. Only then can you two fight over him."

They put on identical woeful expressions and spoke at the same time.

"Yes Sir"

"Jeez Tony."

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. I laughed so hard that soon I was out of breath and tears were squeezing from the corners of my eyes. I was muffling my mouth with my hands and curled up a little on my side but I just couldn't stop, even when my stomach spasmed with hot cramps, still sore from the workout.

When I finally got myself under control, letting out weak giggles, the barbers were grinning and even Master Anthony had a small smile on his face.

And then they started the makeover from hell.

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They both worked on me at the same time. It was very unnerving to be absorbed in turning my head the right way to have Kara trim my hair and suddenly feel Axel clip a toenail. Or to be blushing and looking away as Axel gave me a string of flattering comments while trimming my nails and suddenly yelp as Kara plucked an eyebrow. It made me a little jumpy.

I liked them though. While I was with the barbers a sense of relief filled my confused head and soothed my frayed nerves. They treated me nicely. They made me laugh, they squabbled like siblings.

I winced a little when Axel came from a back room with a tub of hot blue wax. I bit my lip.

"Aw poor little baby. Don't worry Simon, it only hurts a little." Kara was trying to reassure me but I was still panicking a little and I curled my legs under me, trying to cringe from the spatula of hot wax.

"Legs down, hon. I don't want any of that nonsense here."

Axel smeared the warm sticky wax over the tops of my legs from knee to foot. He had a strip of cloth and before I could even tense, he put the flat strip of cloth over my legs and tore a swatch of hair.

"Owowowowowow" I yelped, but he was moving so fast and so smoothly that barely thirty seconds later the area he had covered with wax was shiny and clear of both hair and wax. Tears gleamed in my eyes from the pain, but I reached down to feel how smooth those patches of skin were. The pain also had another effect.

Axel groaned. "Oh honey, you just can't DO this to me." he reached forward and suddenly his long fingers were wrapped around my semi-erect shaft and I could feel the warm metal of his rings. I yelped, but his warm hand didn't stay there for long. Suddenly he was slathering more of that warm blue wax around my crotch, matting the crinkled gingery-blonde hair.

I shrieked a little as the first strip of cloth was torn off, absolutely sure that it had taken a swatch of skin as well. Axel was merciless, tearing off strip after strip so quickly I couldn't react and so painfully I was crying.

After what couldn't have been more then forty seconds (but had felt like an hour) my groin and inner thighs were free of the pale tufty hair that had been growing listlessly since I was about fifteen. My cock seemed bigger without that hair around it, and the pain, as well as the sensation of Kara's hands feeling me over for stray hairs, had it looking perky and erect.

Kara put some baby oil on the soft reddened skin of my groin. Three days ago (had it really only been that long?) I would have been moaning and thrashing with embarrassment and shame to have a girl touching me there. But things had changed, and her hand was soothing and businesslike, at least for now.

The makeover from hell ended when Axel plucked one final stubborn hair from my knee that had somehow evaded his merciless waxing. Kara looked sympathetic and tried to reassure me.

"It wont hurt so bad the next time sweetie, you wont have a full growth and hair always grows back a little smaller and thinner after you pluck it."

Master came forward and picked up the leash from where it had dangled during the Makeover. As we left the room (me on all fours) I glimpsed my face in the mirror, and I barely recognized myself.

I was smooth and naked and slender, crawling like a woman in the dirty magazines my friend carried around. My body smooth and hairless, my eyebrows arched and smooth. My eyes were a little red from crying all the time, but my mouth was full and my cheekbones high and I looked... I looked pretty. I had never seen myself in this way before. Part of me hated that pretty face surrounded by a new stylish haircut. Part of me hated the sensation of my hairless thighs whispering together as I crawled. That part of me was broken and emasculated.

But that was only a part of me, a part that was rapidly fading, weather I wanted it to, or not. I crawled after Master Anthony like a dog, holding back the tears because they would do no good, and trying to convince that fading part of me that I wasn't looking forward to being given to these strangers like a party favor. I was lying.

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As soon as we entered room 17, Kara and Axel jumped on the bed and looked at us expectantly. I got a furious shock of arousal and nervy excitement when I realized that Master Anthony might come to bed with us, but he only ruffled my hair and unclipped the leash.

"Go on up there Simon, do what they say."

I shivered, and I felt a sudden longing to touch him. I crawled to the bed and heaved myself up so I was in between the two barbers. Master sat on top of my kennel and proceeded to give instructions.

"Face Kara, you need to learn how to eat her out. Axel, he is to be kept a virgin so use your fingers and tongue, but nothing else.

I was kneeling between these two, being devoured by their eyes. Suddenly Axel was embracing me from the back. They lunged on me together and my head arched and I let out a loud whimpering moan. I couldn't tell whose hands were tugging on my sensitive nipples, or stroking my buttocks. A smooth cheek rubbed against my neck and a rough stubbled cheek brushed my left shoulder blade, trailing kisses down my spine as his hands pinched and caressed my ass.

My head rested on Kara's shoulder, I was overloaded with the sudden sensation of Axel's teeth nipping at the sensitive area just above my crack. She cradled my head in her hands and suddenly a perky pink nipple was an inch from my face, cresting her small, firm left breast. She caressed my head in her small hands.

"Bite it sweetie" she purred, "Bite it hard."

I cried out and lunged forward as Axel hungrily lapped his tongue from the base of my scrotum to that sensitive, ticklish dimple at the base of my spine. His hot wet tongue swirled through that tender little sweet spot and my cry was muffled by a mouthful of Kara's firm breast. I felt the nipple in my mouth, hard and insistent, so I sucked hard before giving it the commanded nip.

This time, it was Kara that lunged, almost choking me as I frantically sucked and nibbled at her chest, trying to make her happy and wondering in some dark corner of my brain why on earth strait men enjoyed this. I was also squealing and squirming from Axel's skillful manipulations. He was making hungry noises as he caressed my thighs and hips and ass with his hands and mouth. I loved the feeling of his slick tongue and soft hands on my silky hairless skin.

It's worth it, I thought deliriously, the amazing smooth feeling made the makeover from hell all worth it.

Kara's hand was hiked up under her short blue skirt, working frantically as she continued to let out high-pitched rabbity cries of lust. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Master sitting, smiling faintly but studiously, his eyes sharp, but his hand cupped around the crotch of his dark pants.

I practically yipped with surprise and arousal as Axel spread my cheeks wide and plunged his tongue into my asshole. It was my first intrusion since the first traumatic experience with the Doctor, and easily a thousand times more enjoyable, I was shaking with arousal. I had a brief image in my head of Master Anthony doing this, but the image seemed jarringly wrong. He was my Master, he would never be inclined to touch my so intimately with his mouth. I glanced at him and cried out as my cock twitched in eagerness. The pure taboo of the image just made it more exciting.

Kara cradled my head in both hands and pushed me down. While I had been ogling Master, she had tugged the pale blue skirt around her slim tanned ankles and now was forcing my head into a part of a woman I had only ever seen in neat diagrams in my high school health classes. My brain kept ejaculating the official names of whatever I was putting into my mouth.

Her crotch was neatly waxed except for a thin strip of closely trimmed white-blonde curls. Her hand was delicately pushing apart the lips (labia major) to reveal a patch of bright pink skin that was soaking wet (vaginal fluid) and two fingers were gripping a small pink bud (clitoris) and dandling it in small circles with a somehow vicious intensity.

I hesitated, feeling slightly disgusted and rather ashamed at being disgusted by something so natural. Then I dipped my head like a hummingbird reaching into a flower for a sip of nectar. I felt my tongue rub a hot moist slit (vagina) and two wrinkled flaps of skin (labia minor) and then my lips wrapped around her clitoris.

While I was so weirdly fascinated and disgusted by this display of female anatomy, Axel had graduated to gently stroking my cock as he teased my quivering opening with a single finger, nipping and licking my ass cheeks. Kara, meanwhile, was going insane. 

"Oh! Oh! OH!! Harder sweetie, suck my clit!"

I was doing my best.

I liked Kara, but she had no appeal for me. I had heard some people say that everyone liked both sexes to some extent, but I felt almost nothing being chin-deep in her crotch. Axel on the other hand...

"MMMMMmmmmMMMM!!!"

I writhed as I moaned and I nearly squirmed off the bed with the force of my arousal. His middle finger was deep inside of me, and instead of carelessly jabbing my prostate as the Doctor had, he was deliberately stroking it. Hitting that spot inside of me that filled my brain with hot sparks and made my knees weak and my groin steely and hot. Kara shrieked as my moaning and thrashing drove my face harder into her vulva and made my teeth scrape that sensitive pink lump just a little bit too hard for her to handle. Kara had her first orgasm with me burying my face between her legs and I heard the quiet jingle of keys as Axel dropped his pants.

And that was just the beginning.

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I don't know how long my first threesome lasted. It could have been anywhere from a half hour to an age, and I would have believed it. All I know was when it ended.

I had Axel's sperm on my belly, it was cooling, but still warm. Axel and I were naked. Kara still had on her undone top and it hung in limp blue curtains as she squatted over my face, long since soaked with her countless orgasms. She rode my face as hungrily and mercilessly as a predator going in for the kill (in this case, orgasm #5) and I had long since gotten over my weird fascination and I was just working my mouth, mindlessly moving my sweat-soaked body, nearly crazy from my withheld climax.

Axel held the backs of my thighs in his strong hands and had them spread-eagled while his face was in my crotch. Right now he was licking and nibbling my cock, which was bright red with denial and hard enough to cut glass. I was delirious with my need for release. Kara shifted a little and I felt a cold lurch in my stomach as I saw Master standing over us at the edge of the bed. He had the whip in his hand and I saw what he was going to do a brief moment before he did it.

He heaved the whip down on my stomach and my mind flared with bright sudden pain. Every sore aching muscle in my stomach and chest tensed and I wailed into Kara and my cock exploded into Axel's eager mouth. My climax was so intense that I passed out very briefly and when I came to, I was lying weak and dazed on my back. Kara was panting and flushed and primly putting on her mussed-up clothes, Axel was hungrily sucking on my small limp cock, making me whimper with its sensitivity.

Shame came back with a vengeance. Tears filled my eyes. I had slept with two people at once. My parents hadn't been in their graves for a full week and I was here in this bed with a collar around my neck and a grown man's mouth on my cock and my face smeared with a grown woman's vaginal fluid and panting in the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life, with semen growing cold and trickling down my belly onto the sweaty bedsheets. And I had liked it.

I weakly curled into a ball and I started to cry. I cried for my parents and for my self and for what I had become. I cried out of shame and fear, but also out of a simple weariness. I was so tired.

Kara was babbling, "What's wrong with him Tony? Tony! I thought he was liking it..."

"Leave us, I'll take care of this."

I cried harder, I waited for him to whip me, punish me. I even wanted him to, just to snap me out of these jagged, lung-hurting sobs.

Instead he picked me up. He carried me in those strong arms despite the fact that my filthy body was staining his uniform. My eyes were closed but I could still sense the change in light as we entered the bathroom.

He ran the shower water and let my feet sag to the floor.

"Hold onto that bar for a second, then I can help you."

I held onto the steel bar set into the wall and the hot spray pounded my trembling body. Through my tears, I could see him strip, see a dim blurred outline of his beautiful streamlined body and dark blurred patches of hair.

I cringed when he stepped into the huge shower stall, still sure that he would punish me. I slipped but he caught me before I fell. My face was pressed into his wet wiry chest hair for the briefest of moments, and that moment was like a sliver of heaven.

He washed me. he washed my body with the detached tenderness of a nurse washing a patient. His hand held the big white bar of soap, and as my sobs tapered to sniffles my Master washed me. He dried me with the fluffy towel.




Poor Simon Ch. 04



"You've done enough for now Simon. I'll have lunch brought in, but in the meantime you can rest."

I crawled up onto the mussed bed, sheerly exhausted and wondering when was the last time I had had so much sleep and still been this tired.

"Master?"

He looked at me and his face was calm and handsome. I looked down at the sheets.

"Thank you Master."

*Thanks for reading! I'm working on the next chapter as fast as I can, and I would love some feedback!* 



Poor Simon Ch. 05



*Hello and welcome to the newest chapter of Poor Simon!

The following piece has gay BDSM, serious Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those scare you or turn you off, then scram.

I have decided to devise a 1-10 scale on how rough the sex is in each chapter just to give you an idea. 1 is strait-up consensual vanilla sex with 2 partners, and 10 is out-and-out torture. The following piece is a 4

All characters are 18+

Because of technical difficulties I am rewriting this piece from memory and I am open to suggestions, though I am not guaranteeing that I will use them.

As always, the following submission is a work of fiction only, and none of this is safe, sane, or real, so don't get any ideas.

And with that, enjoy the next chapter of Poor Simon!*

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I rested for about an hour, and Master woke me up by a light lash of the whip. Not enough to hurt, but enough to sting a little and wake me up. As always, when I looked up into that face, I felt the pull of his masculine attraction, and the shame of lusting after the man who was keeping me captive. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

"Get on the floor Simon. Lunch is here."

I crawled onto the floor and then he got up and went to the door, leaving me by the bed. Thomas was there with our food and he gave me a little wave.

I was instantly curious. Why had he told me to go onto the floor as soon as the door opened? Was it just because it was time for lunch? Or was it because he hadn't wanted anyone to see me on the bed? Was Master doing something embarrassing, or even forbidden by letting me sleep on his bed? I remembered how he had looked around the steam room almost anxiously when he let my head rest on his shoulder, and I wondered.

All thoughts were driven from my head as he came in with a plateful of steaming food and the smell made me lightheaded and dizzy with hunger-cramps. The plate was pile high with pork and vegetables in a fragrant brown sauce, white rice, and some shrimp and vegetables in a different sauce. I had to swallow hard to get rid of the saliva flooding my mouth. 

When he sat down on the bed he looked at me and patted his knee. If I was a dog I would have wagged my tail with joy. I crawled forward so I was almost between his legs and I rested my chin on his leg with a soft sigh. I could feel the firm muscle under my jaw. After he took two bites of his meal, he held a sliver of water chestnut to my mouth with the chopsticks and I gratefully took it. We had the meal this way, with him putting tidbits of food in my mouth and me leaning on his leg like an adoring dog. I tried to clear my mind and simply enjoy the experience without the nagging shame and doubt.

I felt a pang of nervous excitement as he reached into the chest, but to my surprise, he took out a bottle of suntan lotion. He saw my surprise and chuckled quietly.

"You're from Minnesota Simon, and you're blonde. We can't leave you looking so pasty-white, not when we have the sun on our side. Your skin is very pale, so our sessions will be short and assisted by lotion at first."

Without bothering to give me anything to wear, he clipped the leash and we walked outside. I was half-blinded by the sun at first, and then I tried to look around. We were on a narrow cement path on the way to a bright blue kidney-shaped pool. The pool was crowded with several masters and submissives and an old Asian man clipping the bushes that surrounded it. The path was also trimmed with strip flower gardens. The island was small and flat and rocky. I could see two other buildings, one small and boxy and plain and the other a graceful white building about the size of a small elementary school. The building we had come from was also white, but a little larger. There was a pier that extended into the ocean and had four mid-sized boats in metal cradles, and a helipad with two large black copters surrounded by a tall wrought-iron fence.

We entered the pool area. Two girls, the redhead from my table and an Asian girl I didn't recognize were in the shallow end of the pool, kissing and writhing in the water as a master and a mistress looked on. Six submissives were on their stomachs on blue mats, their naked backs gleaming with either oil or sweat as they sunbathed. Raine waved cheerily at me from the shade of a blue umbrella and I blushed a little. I was easily the palest person here, even Raine had slightly tanned skin.

His Master, the chubby man with the horn-rims nudged him and Raine skipped over, smiling mischievously (not all the masters made their Fish crawl like mine did). He stood in front of Master Anthony, smiling with his hands behind his back and wearing only a scanty little bikini bottom in a blindingly bright shade of blue.

"Master Paul told me that I could ask permission to oil Simon up."

He smirked at me as I blushed and hid behind Master's legs. I was a little afraid of Raine, I just never knew what to expect.

"Alright Raine, but don't play with him too much, we have plans."

I made a muffled little sound of surprise before I could stop myself and I could feel the blush on my cheeks get hotter then ever. The sun was already baking my pale skin.

"Aw, your so cute! Wanting big bad Master Anthony to use all his wiles on you!" He was using baby talk, and that just made me flush harder. "Come here Kitty-cat, I'll get you all oiled up."

Master bent, and to my surprise he used a small key to open the lock on my collar. Without it I felt strangely naked. I had felt relatively fine moments ago, but only with the collar gone did I feel truly naked. I lay on my back on a blue mat and nervously clenched my hands into fists as he poised himself on his knees with the bottle of SPF 10 sun lotion in his hands. He squirted it into his hands with a coy smile and started rubbing his hands together.

Raine spread the warmed white goo on my chest, gently tweaking my nipples after the lotion made them glisten pinkly. His hands felt good, he wasn't pinching or tormenting me; he was making it into a massage.

He was also very thorough. In summers in Minnesota, I would just slap some lotion on my arms and nose and the back of my neck and be ready, but then again, I was never naked back then.

He had finished my torso and arms and I had rubbed it over my cheeks and forehead and nose. He gave my limp cock a little squeeze and I moaned a little, feeling it give its first twitches of life.

"Definitely don't want to burn this pretty little thing, do we?"

He rubbed lotion very slowly and thoroughly over my entire groin area, and by the end I was flushed and semi-erect despite coming twice today, and once barely an hour ago. Thankfully, he moved onto my thighs and shins before I could get too aroused.

Then I flipped onto my stomach and he carefully slathered every inch of my skin with more lotion. He gave my pale cheeks a little spank as he left, telling me to lie on my belly until I heard the chime go off.

I lay there, and it was extremely nice. The warmth of the sun-baked concrete warmed my stomach through the mat and the equatorial sun baked my semi-protected back and I imagined that I could feel myself tanning. It made me sleepy and my sore muscles enjoyed the intense relaxing heat.

I was dozing lightly and a bell ringed. I turned over onto my back and with a little amusement I saw the others do so as well. Five girls and one other guy were on their backs. The other guy was a big muscular young man with black curly hair that hung to his shoulders and a body like young Arnold Schwarzenegger. I rested my head back down and dozed this time with the stupendous baking heat of the sun on my front, I had never felt the sun on my genitals before... and it was interesting. I hoped fervently that the sun lotion was doing its job. I had always used SPF 30 and I had never actually sunbathed, or exposed such a tender area to the sun.

When the bell chimed again someone's bare foot nudged me. I opened my eyes and the pleasant drowsiness evaporated instantaneously. I couldn't have woken up quicker if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on me. Master was standing over me, naked but for a black Speedo. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I could feel my eyes greedily scoping out the way his package distended the Speedo, and remembering what it was like to suck on his cock.

"You're burning a little, we're done for today. Come on into the shade."

I crawled into the shade and let out a little sigh of strange relief when he locked the collar back onto my neck. I knelt by his bare feet, surreptitiously eyeing his body. He was sitting on a reclining chair, the canvas held up by the white metal frame was the same color as the umbrellas, a brilliant blue that matched the sea. His skin was a sleek tanned surface interrupted in places by wiry black hair that I longed to touch. Beads of water glittered in his chest hair and down the narrow trail that marched down his flat stomach and thickened slightly as it reached the V-shaped cradle of his hips and disappeared into the tight damp black fabric.

He saw me looking, how could he not? I was staring hungrily, like a starving man would look at a 9-course meal. He reached out and tangled his fingers in my hair. I mewed softly and leaned into his hand, liking the way his hand felt in my new shorter haircut.

"I think we can spare a few minutes before going back inside. Come here Simon."

I crawled between his legs, surprised that I wasn't drooling with eagerness. He spread his muscular thighs and briefly lifted his hips to pull the tiny black swimsuit down to his ankles. I moaned and this time I did feel saliva briefly wet my lips before quickly closing my mouth and swallowing hard.

This time I wasn't in a dark room with tears running down my face and desperately afraid of what he was going to do to me. I had to guess that his cock was around eight or nine inches long, and so thick near the base that his hand could barely encompass the entire width. It wasn't as hard as last time, it still flopped around a little as he shook it in a wordless invitation to begin.

As gingerly as if I was handling nitroglycerin, I carefully rested my hands on his muscular thighs. I was almost giddy with the sensation of touching his sun-warmed skin. I leaned forward and took the thick shiny head of his cock into my mouth, taking him in all the way to a faint circumcision scar. I could feel his pulse in the smooth sensitive skin of his cockhead. 

I pulled back to create a gentle sucking sensation, and he groaned softly, looking down at me. I felt like I could have melted with happiness. I started bobbing my head and his hands rested in my short feathery hair as I concentrated fully on my task. Neither of us noticed the Doctor sliding in behind me.

I knew whom the long spidery hands belonged to as soon as they slid around my ribcage, lightly scraping my skin with the nails and raising goosebumps the size of pinheads. One hand grasped my left nipple and twisted hard enough for me to cry out and the other clutched my cock. His hands were cold and clawlike. My body arched into a perfect bow-shape and Masters cock fell out of my mouth. I let out a loud panicky whimper and looked into my Master's eyes, begging him.

His dark eyes flashed and then narrowed with a fury that was intense and cold. As cold as a frost-rimed dagger. Even though that fury was not for me I shuddered. He stood, pulling up the swimsuit as he did in one fluid motion and the Doctor fell away, his face suddenly grotesque with fear. I crumpled between Master's legs and looked back, my vision blurred with the sudden tears of shock and fear. I felt so filthy from the Doctor touching me.

When my vision cleared I was alone. Master was far away, dragging the Doctor by a strong hand wrapped around the man's thin upper arm, and the Doctor squawking with outrage and fear. They disappeared inside the building, leaving me huddled under the umbrella, naked and alone under the mildly interested stares of the rest of the people around the pool.

I stayed there for what must have been about ten minutes but it felt like an age. Without my Master, I felt unplugged, empty, and without direction. I kept expecting one of the other masters or mistresses to come over and take care of me, but everyone just let me be. I was afraid to get up, so I stayed kneeling, looking at the blue mat under my knees to avoid everyone's eyes. My body gave a brief shudder of utter disgust from the memory of those long pale hands touching me. I felt defiled.

I must've jumped about a foot in the air when Master's hand brushed my shoulder. He had changed back into his uniform while he was inside. I looked up at him fearfully and his face was still in that furious cast, but he was beginning to calm down. With some effort he gave me a strained smile and picked up my leash to take me inside. I timidly followed, trying to stay right at his heel. Sometimes I couldn't quite keep up, and he had always been patient, but right now he was so angry that his shoulders were bunched up and trembling and his hands were in knotty fists. He was also walking faster and I felt sick with fear whenever I lagged a little behind.

When we reached our room I was panting with exertion and absolutely terrified. His anger was almost a physical thing in the room. I stayed by his heel, kneeling and looking at the dull red carpet between my knees. My stomach was churning and hot and sick and I was tensed up for him to whip me. I almost wanted him to, I hoped that it would calm him down.

I flinched as he took a deep breath and let it out in a long hissing sigh. I mewed softly as he petted my hair, that gesture that always made me feel better, no matter what.

"Calm down Simon." His voice was no longer choked with anger, it just seemed disappointed and even a little worried. "I'm not angry at you, and I wont punish you for that bastard groping you."

I looked up, completely startled. Had that been... jealousy? Had I heard jealousy in his voice? His voice had always been very calm, with barely any emotion, like a strict teacher's voice, but now his voice was raw with it. I looked up at him for a moment and I was shocked by how *human* he seemed. Not the unreachable stone-hard god-like Master that I had gotten used to.

I couldn't think of anything to say, my heart felt like it was beating a thousand times a minute and I was trembling like a tuning fork. To accurately describe the confusion of emotion that drove these responses would take a lifetime. The only thing that seemed right, was to lean forward and gently lick his hand. The gesture was so submissive and intimate that my heart throbbed with love.

Then I registered the taste. I looked up at him with wide shocked eyes as I tasted the blood on his knuckles. He looked down at me with a trace of his old smile.

"Never mind that Simon, we have some work to do."

---

Master Anthony went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and that was the only acknowledgment of whatever he had done to the Doctor. Afterward, he spread a little aloe ointment on my buttocks, where I had received a very light burn and my armpits, which didn't even feel burned but looked a little red. I loved his touch, and the warmth of his hands contrasted deliciously with the coolness of the aloe and I shivered with arousal. Not all of my arousal was from the sensation, Master Anthony's touch was special, if Axel or Raine had done this; I wouldn't have been nearly as excited.

He unclipped the leash and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. When I was up there, I blushed at the position I was in. I felt a sort of phantom ache in my asshole, and I knew that I wanted him to touch me there. The itch was almost painful in it's wistful intensity.

He opened the toy chest and I gasped and my cock gave a little twitch. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs, ring a bell and the dog salivates, open a chest and my cock twitches. He reached inside and after a little rummaging he took out a pair of handcuffs with soft rubber padding the wristlets.

"Put your hands behind your knees."

"Yes Master."

Putting my hands behind my knees lowered my head until my face was barely and inch above the coverlet of the bed. He fastened the rubberized cuffs around my wrists and it left me in a very vulnerable position with my forehead resting on the bed and my ass in the air. I gasped softly at the next thing he took out.

It was like the ball gag I had worn on my first day here, but instead of a black rubber ball, it was shaped into a very short, very thick, and very realistic-looking rubber cock. I felt myself salivating a little and I wanted to know what it would be like to suck on it. He smiled at my blushing nakedly greedy face.

"You want this, don't you Simon? You want to suck on this nice gag while I use some of my other toys on you, don't you?"

I nodded, no use lying, "Yes Master"

He cupped a hand around his ear, as if he hadn't been able to hear me. "I'm afraid you will have to speak up Simon, ask me to put this gag in your mouth, and to use all of my toys on you.

My cock twitched again, this time with such intensity that I felt it bob against my stomach. "Please M-Master." I begged, speaking a little louder. "Please put that into my mouth... and please use the other toys on me!"

Just speaking it made my body tingle with pleasure and I was blushing harder then ever and trying not to moan.

I did let out a moan when he touched my head, stroking my hair with one hand and putting the fat glans of the rubber dick to my lips. I opened my mouth wide, but the rubber cock was so thick that he still had to push it home with a gentle clockwise screwing motion. Once it was in there was barely enough room for my tongue and I sucked on it nervously as he went back into the chest for more. Sucking on the dick was soothing, almost hypnotizing.

I squirmed with a mix of distaste and reluctant excitement as I saw matching nipple clips in his hands. The clips were silver with small beaded strings hanging from them. He gently tweaked my nipples as I moaned and squirmed. I let out frustrated little cries as he clamped them onto my sensitive nipples. With each clamp, my cock throbbed hotly. I was surprised at how painfully erect I was. I knew that left to my own devices I was five or six strokes from coming.

He wasn't done. He was still bent over and rummaging in the chest. When he straitened up for the second to last time I let out a half-excited half-terrified squeal.

He chuckled softly and I melted at the sound. "Oh yes Simon, I think its high time you experienced something a little more intense then a couple of fingers."

In one hand was a slender red bottle, in the other was a slender glass dildo. The dildo was not anatomically correct, it was about seven inches long, not including a small textured grip, and it was perfectly round and smooth and about an inch or so in diameter. At the very end were a series of textured bumps about the size and shape of M&Ms. He laid the bottle and the dildo right in front of my eyes and I could see that the bottle was filled with some sort of clear viscous liquid and the outside had a bit of white paper where the brand-sticker had been torn off.

The last time he reached in he took out a whip with at least twenty smaller strands. I whimpered with how close I was to coming. He laid his hand on the small of my back and lashed my buttocks with the many-stranded whip. I let out a whimpering yelp through the gag.

It only took four strokes of the whip before I came without touching myself. I sagged on the bed whimpering with the amazing aftershocks of heat in my groin and looking fearfully at Master Anthony.

He had a lively hungry grin on his face. "Bad Simon... Bad Simon to come without permission."




Poor Simon Ch. 05



I wailed as he rained lashes down on my sensitive reddened ass. I wailed not just with the stinging pain of the whip, but also with the raw sensitivity of my groin as the pain forced my penis to twitch into another erection. I felt so raw and sore down there but I couldn't help it.

He ran his hands over my sore hot ass. His hands felt cool compared to the burning flushed skin. I sucked needfully on the cock-gag as he reached for the small red bottle. After the squirting flatulent sound of him putting some of the liquid in the palm of his hand, I felt two of his fingers slick with the wonderfully cool lubricant at my asshole. I whimpered and the needful ache in that area only intensified, an itch that only Master Anthony could scratch.

First he only teased me, wetting the rim of my hole but not penetrating me. When I moaned with frustration he only smiled and blew his breath on my ass. The gentle breeze cooled my burning ass cheeks and made my asshole feel cold in a sensation that drove me purely crazy with need. Then I let out a satisfied groan as he slowly penetrated my ass with his fingers. I clenched on his probing digits and he pushed past my involuntary resistance as I struggled to relax. I even pushed back on his fingers, longing to have any part of him inside me.

I shrieked a little when his fingers brushed my hypersensitive prostate. I moaned and wiggled my ass for him like a slut. I wanted his cock inside me so badly; I wanted my Master to fuck me, to make me his but I knew he never could and just the thought was enough to make me want to cry.

When he withdrew his fingers I let out a frustrated moan. I felt so empty, and my asshole spasmed, aching for him to fill it. I had never felt this sort of sexual hunger before. He picked up the dildo and I could feel my mouth watering. I sucked harder and swallowed. I saw his hand moving up and down the clear glass rod, smearing its surface with lube.

When I felt the textured head against my hungry asshole, I didn't think, I didn't pause, I thrust my hips back on it and let out a surprised little yelp at the sudden pain. Though it was barely more then an inch in diameter, it was unyielding and didn't curve with the walls of my rectum as Master's fingers had.

He let out a two-syllable chuckle and rubbed my aching rump. "Easy Simon... easy." He began to bump the dildo in and out of me, breathing heavily. I loved hearing the strain in his voice. I was barely doing any work and it made me happy that he was aroused as well. My ass throbbed and clung to the dildo as it worked its way into me, I was nearly sobbing for air and humping the air in useless frustration. I rested my head on my right side so I could look over and see the bulge in Master Anthony's pants.

His face was flushed and I could see minute stubble on his cheeks. His hips were gently moving in time with the rhythm of the dildo and his dark eyes were staring fixedly at my ass, as if imagining that he was fucking me. I couldn't move well with my hands behind my knees but I still managed to heave my upper body towards him.

He looked down at me sharply as I feebly nuzzled his upper thigh, as close as I could get to his bulging groin.

I let out a moan that sounded like 'please' and he smiled and unbuttoned his pants. He yanked the gag from my mouth and I gratefully gobbled his long hot cock into my mouth. I felt unsatisfied still, but I began to moan with pleasure as he bumped his hips in time with the dildo pounding into my ass. Then the tempo increased.

One hand grasped my hair roughly, fingers twining around hard enough to hurt and bobbing my head so deep I gagged. I loved it. I loved how rough he was. My moans gave way to high-pitched little cries of, "Ah...Ah... AHH!"

He pushed my head so hard that the head of his dick parted the spasming muscles of my throat and plunged in far enough for my lips to writhe in his dark thick pubic hair. At the same time he moved the dildo in a rough twirling motion so the beads at the tip gouged and palpitated the most sensitive part of me.

My body moved in a surprisingly powerful, jackknifing lunge as I let out a strangled cry and I humped the bedsheet and came for the fourth time in one day. It felt as if someone had sunk a network of fire into the nerves that made up my groin. I sucked weakly at his cock, making frantic little cries as the amazing aftershocks of the climax hit me.

I was surprised and a little frightened when his cock went limp in my mouth. He was breathing like he had just finished a marathon and looking satisfied.

He laughed at the tired, confused look on my face. "I did come Simon... I came while deep-throating you, and you must not have felt it."

I felt a pang of disappointment, not being able to taste his come. He unclipped my throbbing nipples and unlocked the handcuffs. He put away all of the toys and led me to the bathroom.

"You don't need to take another shower, just use the sponge to clean out the lube. And you will not be expected to come again tonight."

"Thank you Master." I whispered tiredly.

I ran the water and ran the soapy sponge up and down my crack carefully, digging the lube out with my fingers. He gave me a pair of black lacy panties with a little pink heart on the crotch. On my first day here I would've been humiliated, but now I caught myself admiring how I looked in them.

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We were in the cafeteria, and I had finished every scrap of my meager meal. I had learned the names of my fellow submissives over the meal. The redhead (who was now in a strappy leather outfit that did nothing to cover her) was named Skyla. The lanky athletic girl ( dressed in a skimpy blue bathing suit) was named Carina. The dark skinned girl (naked) was Nani. None of these were their original names. Nani's eyes were swollen and discolored from crying and she was cringing from Mistress Janice.

Janice looked at me and I hated her cold eyes on me, so I huddled closer to Master Anthony's legs. "You are so very lucky Tony... Fish like that only come once in a lifetime. You all know what I mean, the ones who come to love the whip and feel naked without their chains and would never even think of going against their masters... not like this bitch."

I winced as Janice lashed Nani hard with a whip and she cried out in a low choked voice. At the same time I had a vivid memory of how naked I had felt when Master took my collar off.

Gynesh (the chubby Indian man) took a deep breath, as if about to do something he didn't want to do. "Tony, you need to be very careful. I heard what happened with you and the Doctor today, and you know that that sniveling little rat is going to go strait to Mr. Grey."

Mr. Grey? Who was that? Was it that boss that Master spoke of when I had first been captured, or someone else?

I felt Master tense as I leaned on his leg. "He was out of line. He acts like he owns this place and every Fish in it. He deserved what came to him."

Gynesh sighed. "I know, and you know too, that Mr. Grey likes you and he wont hold up with Allgood's whining, but I've been here longer, and I know that Allgood never plays by the rules. You need to be careful, or the good doctor will think that you've gone native."

I had never heard this term before, but its effect was instantaneous on my Master. I saw his fists turn into hard trembling knots and his face go stony and blank. I snuggled further into his leg, scared and confused at how angry he was.

The European man (Aleksandr) put in his thoughts. "Gynesh is right Tony, I was here fifteen years ago when one of the Mistresses fell in love with this busty little French girl. The Doctor took a liking to her Fish and had a habit of 'renting' her. The Mistress despised it and the Fish hated it. The Mistress finally refused to let the Doctor touch her Fish."

Aleksandr sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "After being snubbed twice, Allgood stole the Fish in the middle of the night and basically tortured the poor thing with electric toys and stuff I don't even want to know about. When they found her in the morning, she was so crazy that Mr. Grey had to put her down."

Suddenly I couldn't breathe. 'Put her down' he had said, as if she had been a sick dog. Master had done far worse then refuse to let the Doctor touch me a few times. I began to hyperventilate quietly. I couldn't get air in my lungs. My vision was being covered by gauzy layers of grey. My fear was huge, no longer a panic-rat, but something larger, a dog, or maybe even a wolf, running up and down my spine and gnawing on my stomach. I suddenly felt so sick.

"Breathe, Simon."

Masters voice was cold. I wheezed for air, and huddled feebly into his leg, going through silent convulsions of terror.

Gynesh spoke. "The Mistress left the company forever and tried to tell the authorities. Mr. Grey had her killed. Mr. Grey thinks of the Fish as nonhuman so the Doctor merely got a warning, and that was mostly for driving a good mistress away. All I'm telling you Tony is that you have to be careful. I hate that bastard as much as anyone here and I despise it when I have to let him lay his hands on my Fish, but your Fish has a checkup tomorrow and—"

I didn't hear the rest of what he said. I let out a low terrified groan. My stomach felt like it was being wrung out. My tiny meal lay like a stone in my belly. Master put his hand on my head, soothing me a little but not even his gentle touch could erase my fear.

"—If he sees you treat your Fish well, or even thinks that you're favoring him you could be in serious trouble. He might think you've gone native and try to hurt you through your Fish."

"I understand." My Master said stonily. He removed his hand from my head and I huddled into his leg for warmth, still trembling a little with fear.

Janice smirked. "Perhaps it is not your acting we need to worry about Tony, the boy is in love."

I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach with a padded fist. I cringed away from Master Anthony's leg and looked down at the floor with eyes that were blurred with tears. She had seen right through me, and bared my soul for the world to see. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the single broken sob that escaped me. Then I quietly sat there for the rest of the meal. Crying silently and not daring to look at my Master's face.

---

He led me back to the bedroom. Fear is an exhausting emotion, and I was so afraid. Afraid of the Doctor, afraid for myself, and afraid of what Master Anthony would do to me, now that he knew.

He shut the door and I cringed on the carpet, not daring to look at any part of him but his shiny shoes as he walked in front of me.

"Look at me Simon." His voice didn't seem angry, it was tired. I slowly raised my gaze to about the height of his navel but was too scared to go higher.

"Simon, look at me."

This time I looked up to those dark powerful eyes, and there I was hypnotized, like a rabbit in the headlights of a truck.

He sighed softly. "Stop--Stop being so afraid Simon; you don't have to be." He rubbed one hand through his thick dark hair. "I'm not going to punish you for your feelings. It's a pretty common thing for a Fish to have feelings for their Master; Stockholm Syndrome, and all that."

I mewled softly as he began to caress my hair. "Tomorrow you have to be very careful. You can't snuggle into me, or—or look at me like you sometimes do. I know that you were listening to us at the table, and you know what the stakes are. We can't have Dr. Allgood thinking that—that I have any feelings for you."

He seemed so human. "I'll try Master." I whispered shakily. "I'll...try."

He bent over then, and gently pressed his lips to my forehead while he unclipped the leash. "Good night Simon."

I crawled over to the kennel, my mind spinning in frantic shocked circles of infatuation and fear, and the words 'HE KISSED ME' running over and over again in my brain like a dog chasing it's tail.

"G-G'night M-M-M-Master." I finally managed to stutter.

I curled up on the foam pad as Master locked the door and I watched him as he undressed to sleep naked on the newly made bed. I was so excited, with both fear and a frantic schoolgirl-esque crush; that I thought I would never get to sleep. About a minute later I proved myself wrong.

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Poor Simon Ch. 06



* Hello and welcome to the sixth chapter of Poor Simon!

All characters are 18+

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I woke up when the green numbers on Master's alarm clock read 6:52. I stretched and yawned and rested, quietly basking in the memory of Master's lips touching my forehead. The warm feeling was quickly chased away by sick fear. I was going to see the Doctor today.

I cried a little. I cried all the time now it seemed. Each time I did it was more of a release then anything. To be perfectly crude, every time I cried it was like taking a big emotional dump. Draining away all of the unwanted feelings before they could drive me insane. I tried to wrap it up as the numbers ticked closer and closer to seven o' clock.

When the alarm clock shrilled, I wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand and I already felt a little better. I was glad he had woken up, I had needed to use the bathroom quite badly. I huddled near the wire door of the kennel as Master put on fresh black boxers and his uniform. He neared the kennel.

"Master, may I please go to the bathroom?" My voice was a little hoarse from crying and strained from need.

"Come on Simon." He murmured sleepily.

I crawled at his feet while we went to the bathroom together. I urinated while he brushed his teeth. My groin ached in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. I brushed my teeth with the blue toothbrush he had given me while he combed his hair. It already felt like routine, and it was almost pleasant. It felt strange to stand up around him, I was so used to crawling.

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Breakfast seemed rather empty this morning. I saw several masters and mistresses that were eating without submissives. When we were sitting at the table and I was eating some dry bran cereal off of my plate I glanced over and I saw Raine's master. That in itself wasn't unusual, but he had a different Fish with him. The new Fish was a chubby black-haired boy with eyes that were swollen and red from crying. I watched as the new boy reached for his cereal and Master Paul lashed him three times with the whip.

I wanted to ask my Master what was going on, and where Raine was, but we had already began our charade. He wasn't looking at me, or petting me, or even really talking to me. While I was trying to play the part of a perfect Fish; obedient and detached.

So when Master tapped my shoulder I jumped, startled. "Go over to Master Paul's new Fish and give him a blowjob."

"Yes Master." I whispered as he unclipped my chain.

I crawled over to Master Paul's table. The chubby boy was looking at me with a shy kind of anxiety. He wiped his tears away with the heel of his hand and self-consciously lowered his head to eat the tiny pile of unsalted scrambled eggs. I noticed with a pang of pity that his meal was even smaller than mine had been; they were trying to make him lose weight faster.

"Master Anthony said I should come over and give him a blowjob." I blushed a little as I said it. The other boy was naked and I saw red flushed patches bloom in his cheeks and the side of his neck and even his ears. I felt a weird sort of doubling. I was taking the part of Raine, and he was taking the part of me. Only one day had passed since I had been the terrified blushing one.

"Go ahead." Paul murmured, pushing his heavy horn-rims up his nose. "C'mon chub, spread your legs for this nice little Fish."

It took all of my training not to give him an incredulous glance. The boy in front of me had a soft belly and buttocks, and his face had a slight roundness to it, but really he was only twenty or so pounds overweight. Master Paul was far heavier.

The boy looked so pitifully humiliated, and I wanted to make him feel better. I didn't want to give him that wild out-of-control experience that Raine had given me.

"It's okay..." I whispered. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

He had spread his legs and his cock was limp and sad in a thatch of dark tangled pubic hair. I didn't dive for it. Instead I moved in closer and gently kissed his lips. He hesitantly kissed me back, and unsurely wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I felt so much sympathy with him, this poor boy who had been torn from his home. He was even worse off then me, because he didn't have a good Master like I did.

I rested my hands lightly on his hips while I knelt between his legs and deepened the kiss. I prodded his tongue with my tongue, and he shyly began to stick his tongue in my mouth. It felt good to be in control for once. My cock felt a delicious sore warmth and began to press against the lacy fabric of my black panties.

I raised one of my hands and began to tweak his sensitive pink nipples. He let out an adorable hoarse moan in my mouth, and I leaned into him, frankly pressing my body against his. His cock was hard and insistent and pressing into my abdomen. He looked humiliated.

"Shh, its okay, I like it." It felt so strange to encourage someone. My voice was still a little hoarse because I barely spoke anymore.

I kissed the side of his neck, and found out that he was incredibly sensitive there. When I scraped my teeth lightly on the side of his neck he almost squealed with pleasure.

He was close, weakly humping the air with his need, I could feel his cock grinding wetly on my flat stomach. I didn't want him to get in trouble by coming without permission, so I quickened the pace. I trailed kisses down is chest, briefly mouthing each of his sensitive little nipples, feeling the coarse sparse strands of black hair that would soon be removed.

He rested his hands on my smooth back as I lowered my kissing mouth down his soft belly and finally got to his genitals. His cock was a surprise, it had seemed so small when it was limp. It was a thick seven-inch prong jutting from his furry groin. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few experimental strokes. With each stroke, he let out a strangled groan.

I wasn't quite ready yet. I licked his pubic area, hitting all if the sensitive spots and tasting the clean scent of his thick black curls. I reached my free hand in between his legs and cradled his balls. They were warm and heavy and furry in my hands. I glanced up at his face and he had his head thrown back, leaning against a chair leg and groaning, with wide blue eyes and hectic patches of red in his cheeks. He looked down at me and I made sure that I was looking into those lustful, startled blue eyes as I ran my tongue over the soft rounded surface of one of his testes.

He almost lost it right there. I lapped up the clear salty trickles of precome from his pubic hair and then up the sides of his thick veiny cock. I licked the very tip hard, so he would feel the rough surface of my tongue over the hot hard sensitive dome of his cockhead. He closed his eyes and his voice broke like a sixth-grader's as he begged.

"P-P-P-Please!"

I rejoiced in his frantic gasp as I smoothly went down on his cock; deep-throating on the first try so my lips brushed his thick bush. It only took three strokes for him to come. I nearly choked on the first thick spurt, and then I held the rest in my mouth for the inevitable demand.

Master Paul chuckled. "I'm glad you got a lesson from one of the experts, now eat your come from his mouth!"

I raised myself smoothly and the look on his face was nearly shell-shocked. I kissed his slightly parted lips and he tentatively tasted the inside of my mouth. I didn't spit his come back at him like Raine had done to me. I only wanted to know one thing, and it was worth the risk of punishment.

"My name is Simon," I whispered. "what's yours?"

"Matthew Rhodes." He panted; then shyly, absurdly, he whispered. "Thank you."

I crawled back to my table, smiling faintly. I had been unfulfilled, but that really didn't matter. I felt good that I had managed to give Matthew a good experience, he had looked so miserable when I had crawled over.

Master didn't give me a compliment or any acknowledgement at all besides clipping my leash. He couldn't, because of our secret that we had to keep from the Doctor and everyone else. But I thought I saw him smile.

---

We were alone in the locker room when I finally felt safe enough to ask Master where Raine was, and why so many of the masters and mistresses had been eating alone. I was slipping a tight black jock strap up when he answered.

"There was an Auction last night. Every month we have an event where the Fish that are ready are taken to another building and sold. Raine was sold last night."

The news was like a fist to the stomach. Yes, life was tolerable right now, but in a few months I would go away with some strange man, and Master Anthony, the one pillar of my current life would be knocked away. I slowly tied my running shoes and tried to banish those thoughts. There was nothing I could do about it, and they gave me a headache.

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I never would've thought it possible, but Master Anthony worked me harder then ever. I still ran four miles on the treadmill, but on all of the machines he had me doing extra reps and I swam more laps. Near the end of the workout I was at the point of utter collapse, but I would have given anything to make the workout longer.

By the time we went to the steam room I was sick with worry. I was going to see the Doctor in less then an hour, and I was so scared.

Master had me do a few cool-down stretches and I was surprised by how flexible I was getting. On our way to the steam room I nearly collapsed.

Inside the steam room it was dark and hot and damp. I inhaled the woody air into my lungs and I stripped out of the sweaty jock-strap and kicked my shoes off. I wrapped a small towel around my waist and sat on the same bench as Master, but about six inches away. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, in awe of Master's powerful body.

I needed comfort. I pretended to fall asleep and I slowly sagged so I was leaning on Master Anthony's shoulder. I thought that for sure he would catch me, punish me, but it seemed like I had fooled him, or maybe he was pretending to be fooled. Either way, I took comfort from Master, knowing that I would need it if we were to see the Doctor.

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After we had briefly showered and dried off, Master gave me some underwear. It was a pair of very soft tight blue shorts that ended just below my buttocks and clung lovingly to every curve and hollow. Despite the apparent tightness and smuttiness of these undershorts, I was still very surprised. Considering all of the revealing or nonexistent garments I had worn here, these blue shorts were almost prudish.

That's not to say I didn't feel sexy while wearing them. As I crawled alongside my Master, I felt my sense of dread growing. When we got to the Doctor's door, I cringed a little.

Master took a deep breath, and his voice was a quiet expulsion of breath, barely as loud as a whisper. "Be careful Simon." Then he opened the door.

They were both there, Hanson and Allgood, and for a single moment I felt my lungs lock up and my legs go stiff and my insides feel like hot Jell-O; it was like reliving an old nightmare. Then the steel bands around my lungs loosened and I gasped.

The Doctor was just as I remembered him, except for a different colored shirt and the new color of his face. Both eyes were badly bruised and swollen, in a collage of colors from sickly yellow to deep violet and every shade in between. His lower lip was very swollen and cracked, which is where the blood on Master's hand must've come from. He glared at Master with a nervous sort of hatred and fear.

Hanson was sitting in the corner, seemingly relaxed except for his tense shoulders. When he saw me looking at him he wiggled his tongue at me and bared his teeth in a terrifying grin. I cringed towards the door, feeling panic mount up inside of me like a wave.

The Doctor cautiously moved forward. "You have to let me at least examine the Fish Rogan!" He was trying to sound angry and authoritative but he just sounded peevish and childish.

Master bent down to unclip my leash while he spoke to the Doctor. "Why is the Ape here Allgood? Are you afraid?"

The Doctor colored furiously and Hanson cracked his knuckles. I timidly crawled up onto the examining table.

"You are getting far too free and easy with my Fish, I am going to make sure that you only touch my Fish in a very professional way from now on."

I saw what Master was doing, and it was clever. He was acting like a bully who doesn't want someone to mess with his things. That way he could act in a threatening way towards the Doctor without seeming attached to me.

And the Doctor was professional, constantly glowering at Master, but his hands only touched me when they absolutely needed to, in fact, he took pains not to touch me, but whenever he did I felt the panic-rat run up my spine and I felt like screaming.

He had to test my reflexes, vision, and hearing. It seemed pretty innocent then, but later I would learn that he had to test those because sometimes Fish were beaten so hard that cranial nerves detached. He took a throat culture and I had to piss in a cup.

Then I stood on the scale and I got a shock. "Five foot four, and one hundred and thirty-one pounds." I had lost four pounds in about 48 hours, and I hadn't even been overweight or anything!

Then a vicious gleam danced in his eyes, framed by the golden wires of his glasses. I sat on the table nervously, and I saw him pick up the short flexible ruler.

I panicked. He was going to touch me! Touch me where I was helpless and vulnerable.

"N-N-No!!" I whispered. Then when his hand reached for my crotch I slapped at it and screeched "No! Not for you N-Never f-f-f-for y-y-you!!!" I screamed when a sudden pain tore my back in two.

Suddenly Master was in front of me, and his eyes were like dark metal, gleaming dully with fury. I cowered on the table.

"You know what the punishment is Rogan!" The Doctor jeered. "Whip your little whore for daring to hit me!"

Hanson got up, pulling his belt out of the loops. "Do you want me to tie the little fucker down?"

Master glared at them both while I cowered on the table, starting to cry. The anger in his eyes... it killed me. "Unlike any Fish of yours will ever be, my Fish is obedient. I will never need to do something as barbaric as tie up my Fish if I don't want to." He turned to glare at me, and I wilted.

"Get on your hands and knees, keep your face on the table and take every lash like a good Fish."

"Y-Y-Yes Master." I mewled.

The fake leather was cool against my cheek. Master's fingers hooked under the waistband of the tight blue shorts and hooked them around my knees. Tears leaked from my closed lids. I hated having Hanson and Allgood look at me while I was so vulnerable.

The first lash was stronger then any lash he had given me so far. I managed to muffle the noise, but barely. My ass felt like someone had traced a line on it with a hot coal. I managed to muffle my screams until the seventh lash, then I let out a whimpering wail. Master was using all of his strength, drawing his arm back high and waiting between strokes to cock his arm and allow me to feel the raw pain.

At around sixteen lashes I began weeping in between each stroke. At twenty one my cries became an unbroken cycle that just grew louder with every hit. Soon after I lost count. I could remember counting to twenty four, but after that everything was blurred with pain.

When the lashes finally stopped it took me about a minute to stop weeping. The pain was so bad. My penis was limp and shriveled. It had been perking up until about fourteen when the pain became too much even for my erection.

"Sit up." Master's voice was as cold and dangerous as dark water under thin ice.

It took me three tries to sit up, each weaker then the last. My rump felt swollen and bruised, and when I touched it the flesh was hot and my fingers came away red and sticky.

I whimpered weakly but made no move to protect myself as the Doctor came closer, extending his hand to touch my cock. I felt as if my sheer hatred for that man was making it shrivel even more.

Then, Master moved sideways in a motion that was smooth and almost graceful, his arm blocked off the Doctor.

"I'll do it."

Just like that, my cock suddenly had a life of its own, and it hardened so fast that my groin throbbed painfully. It was almost like a jack-in-the-box. I dared not look at my Master, but I saw as his large hand with the tapered artist's fingers wrapped around my swollen cock.

I tried to muffle my excited groans, but I couldn't help throwing my head back with a delicious sort of ecstasy. His hand was sending threads of blue electricity up through the nerves in my groin to make a glowing sparkling web of heat that throbbed so sweetly. Only his touch... only my Master's touch could effect me like this.

He moved in a slow wringing motion, his hand sliding easily over my sudden and copious amounts of precome. The terrible pain from my backside only inflamed me now. As I opened my mouth to cry out with pleasure I saw the Doctor's face. It was a rictus of sick pleasure. Of knowing. Deadly fear swept through me, dampening the fires of my arousal, and my cock actually wilted a little before Master's hand brought it back.

Master took the ruler. "Five and a half inches with a three-inch circumference, did you really think it would change?" Master's tone was that same jeering tone it had been earlier, but now it wasn't working. Hanson looked furious, but the Doctor was smarter and he had a satisfied little smirk on his face.

Master Anthony tugged up my shorts (I squealed with pain) and clipped the leash to my collar and tugged lightly. It took a lot of courage to jump and when I did, it hurt so bad that my legs collapsed. I stayed there in a shivering little heap for about thirty seconds before I could get up. I followed my Master slowly. When I looked behind me the clingy blue fabric of the shorts was stained a bruised purple color from the blood.

---

When the door to room 17 closed behind us, tension seemed to flow out of Master Anthony. He dropped to his knees by me and unclipped the leash.

"I had to do it." Master said quietly. "Get on the bed on your stomach, and I'll see what I can do."

I heard water running as I crawled over to the bed and crawled up. It hurt less now, but it was the dull kind of hurt, like a deep physical sobbing.

Master came back with a shallow bowl filled with steaming water. The lights were off and I saw his handsome face in bars of light and shadow from the pulled blinds. I saw a white rag twisting in the water like a drowned animal.

He tugged off my shorts and I winced at the first touch of the hot wet cloth. He dabbed the blood from my red bruised cheeks with the hot rag in silence. I rested my face on the rough coverlet in a kind of half-swoon.

"Thank you Master."

I caught a glimpse of the rag, bright pink now. Master sighed. "I have some pills, pain pills. They will make you very tired but I think you need them right now."

He got up, and when he came back he had a small orange bottle with no label. The pills were blue gel capsules. I swallowed three with water, nibbling the pills from his hands. I expected him to make me sleep in the kennel, but he did no such thing. I felt the pills pull me into unconsciousness as I lay recumbent on the rough coverlet, with his warm dark eyes watching me.

---

I woke up from my drugged stupor, led by the smell of food. Master had a tray of delicious-smelling Indian food on the bed near him, mostly eaten, the scraps for me. He was reading a slim book with the intensity of a college senior studying for a final. 

He looked up and saw me looking at him blearily. He smiled and my heart throbbed for a moment with pure love.

"Go back to sleep Simon, you can eat when you wake up, it's only eleven o clock now."




Poor Simon Ch. 06



I tried hard to focus on the glossy cover of the book. It was a picture of a blonde woman wearing a lot of black leather. There was a man at her feet wearing nothing but a leather hood and shackles on all four limbs. She was wrapping what looked like a length of baling wire around his erect cock. The book was called, "The Joy of Male Submissives".

He saw my eyes widen, and he chuckled. "Nothing that extreme, but its about time we experimented with cock and ball torture. Now get some rest Simon."

Normally I would have freaked out, but I had enough dope in my veins to make it seem like no big deal. I shrugged and went back to sleep.

*Please comment the hell out of it, I want to make this series better for you!*



Poor Simon Ch. 07



*Hello and welcome!

This chapter includes gay BDSM, strong Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those turn you off, scram.

All characters are 18+

I accidentally forgot to use the 'Sexual intensity scale' last chapter, but this chapter is a 7.

Thank you, and please enjoy!*





When I woke up, the first thing that registered was the pain. My ass felt hot and swollen and when I moved I felt some scabs crackle.

Master was still sitting on the bed, and I wondered if he had moved. He saw me and smiled a little. "Get up and do a few stretches, I'm sure that will help."

I was not at all sure that it would help, but I got up and touched my toes. Then I did a pretzel stretch and a track stretch and to my surprise, the pain did fade a little. At the peak of each stretch the bruised muscles in my ass would shriek, but as the stretch wound down they would murmur gratefully.

Master fed me scraps of Indian food while I was on my knees. I loved the sensation of licking smears of food or sauce from his fingers, even though the food wasn't very tasty. In the old days I would have grimaced and left it alone, but now it was my only option, other then going hungry.

He wiped his wet fingers on his pants and got up. "Lie on your back on the bed." 

As I crawled up onto the bed he opened the toy chest and my cock twitched. I lay obediently on the bed as he dug into the toy chest.

The first thing he took out was familiar, and it made me blush, and it made my cock perk up excitedly. It was the black cock-gag. He gave a wry smile and brushed the thick head of the cock against my nipples, and they both instantly perked up.

"You really like this toy don't you Simon?"

I nodded, afraid to speak, my eyes following that big black cock. He shoved it into my mouth, and I moaned a little, I liked the way it forced my jaws open.

He dug in the chest a little more and pulled out two long shackles. They were long braided ropes with padded shackles on one end and a metal ring on the other.

"Spread your arms."

I did and he took hold of my left wrist and fastened it with the short shackle that was already attached to the upper left bedpost. He did the same with my right hand. Then he attached the metal rings of the long shackles to the metal rings on the bedposts. He fastened each of my ankles into one of the shackles so I was lying there with my arms spread above my head and my ankles tied to the same bedposts.

That was vulnerable enough, but then he removed a long extendable metal bar from the toy chest and put it between my knees, spreading it until the awkwardness was complete. I was completely helpless to move or protect my genitals. My cock was semi-hard and resting on my stomach. I remembered the picture on the front of Master's book and I winced and swallowed hard.

He reached into the chest again and I said silent thanks when he didn't come back up with any clips. I hated nipple clips. He only had the slender red bottle of lube and a roll of thin gauze. He saw the wide-eyed expression of anxiety that I was giving him, and he smiled warmly. Just that smile was enough to make my cock dribble a little precome.

"It's your first time with cock and ball play, so we will go slow. Relax Simon."

I took a deep breath and sucked on the gag; somehow having it in my mouth comforted me.

Master slathered some clear lube on his hands and I craned my head nervously as he reached for my groin. My head arched back in a delirious moan of arousal as he began to fondle me. He slicked every inch of my smooth groin with lube, and the way that his big warm hands slid around, and the cool/hot slick feeling of the lubricant had me panting weakly with lust and trying to hump his hand.

"Stop that." Master growled, and I froze.

His attention focused on my balls then, but in a good way. His hands gently cradled the slick sensitive pouch, rubbing and kneading lightly and painlessly. It felt very good, and it felt almost like an act of trust, that I could feel so good with two of the most vulnerable and delicate objects in my body in his hand.

I craned my head up to watch again, panting breathlessly. This time I felt a cold mixture of fear and excitement crawl up my belly like tendrils of frost.

Master Anthony had torn off a length of the thin gauze and had draped it so lightly over my loose and relaxed ball sac. Then his hands moved smoothly and gracefully, wrapping up my testes into a tight swollen little pouch with the gauze.

I let out a weak cry and sucked harder as he held the tight pouch in his hand and gently ran his fingernails over it. Wrapping it up didn't hurt, it just made my sac tight and a little uncomfortable and extremely sensitive. I could feel the cold beads of sweat popping up on my forehead and chest and under my arms. His fingernails were tracing lines of static electricity over the sensitive skin.

I moaned as Master wrapped one hand firmly around my sac and the other around my slick cock, which had wilted a little from the anxiety. He gave it a few long strokes that had me arching my back and groaning through the gag.

He settled into a delicious rhythm of slow hard strokes to my lubricated cock and gently squeezing and releasing my pouch in a sensation that felt hot and heavy and pulsing and just a little painful. Soon I was on the way to a climax, dancing on the red-hot edge of it, when Master released my genitals entirely.

I groaned with frustration and squirmed a little, I could see my poor denied cock bouncing between my trembling thighs. I felt sore from the spreader bar and my ass still ached from yesterday's beating but now my pain and discomfort only fed my arousal. I could feel my pulse thump dully in my aching nuts and in the tip of my red swollen cock.

"Shh... Calm down Simon, we have more work to do."

I moaned and squirmed weakly with discomfort as he went digging in the toy chest again. I longed for his touch. He took out a long thin black case. It reminded me of the case that my father had left his reading glasses in, but it was about a foot long and even thinner then the glasses case. He had also taken out a small blue bottle of disinfectant.

He opened the end of the case and a long thin metal rod slid out. It had a short black handle that was about four inches long and the rod jutting out of the handle was a slightly tapering piece of very thin grey metal. At its thickest point near the handle it was about as thick as a straw, and near the very end it was about as thick as a pencil lead, with an elongated metal bulb at the very tip no bigger then an shelled sunflower seed.

I watched, utterly mystified as he wet a bit of tissue with the disinfectant and thoroughly wiped every centimeter of the thin steel rod. Then he put another glob of lube in his fingers and carefully began rubbing my cock. I moaned, it felt so good; he was carefully lubricating the swollen throbbing head of my cock and especially the slit. I had closed my eyes with how good it felt, then his hand moved away and when I opened his eyes he was smearing more lube on the metal rod, and it finally struck me (in a vague sort of way) what that thing was, and more importantly, where it was going.

I let out a muffled shriek and started squirming back and forth, regarding the steel rod with eyes that were wide and almost rolling with fear.

Master put one damp hand firmly on my taut abdomen and I relaxed slightly, but still let out a few frantic moans.

"Shh Simon. This is called sounding, and it feels very... arousing. You need to hold perfectly still, this rod is blunted but if you struggle while it's in you, you could tear the walls of your urethra."

I instantaneously stopped struggling, but my body was beaded with sweat and I was moaning and trembling with fear. He carefully lined the slicked rod up with my cock, holding and kneading my cock in his hand. I felt the cold bead of the steel at my entrance, and then it slid in, looking as smooth as a hot needle into butter.

Let me tell you something, it did not FEEL smooth. It felt like someone was slipping a fat sliver of ice into my urethra. Sweat ran in rivulets down my torso and face and I could see beads of sweat on my inner thighs. My entire body was breaking out into a cold sweat and I was panting and sobbing. The rod kept going in, all eight inches of it until the handle was resting against the tip of my cock. I could feel all eight inches of it, including the three inches or so that were buried inside my body. I was so close to passing out from the sheer icy shock of that thin rod.

I let out three quick breathless shrieks as Master slowly twirled the rod inside of me. It had this amazing icy stretching sensation that had me feeling as cold and sweaty and limp as a jellyfish. I was so close to coming.

Sweat blinded me as he began to pull out ever-so-slowly. If the coldness of the rod's entry had been uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to its withdrawal. I wailed into the rubber gag as it made an electric sucking feeling. He pulled and pulled and my cry was drawn out into a breathless shriek.

When about an inch of the rod was still inside of me, I felt my ball sac draw up despite that gauze that was still around it, creating an amazing drawn-out orgasm. My climax was so strong that my vision grayed out briefly. When I opened my eyes I saw Master looking down at me, slightly amused. My torso was splattered with a single long rope of come and more was dribbled down around my smooth groin and belly.

He started cleanup while I rested on the bed, panting for air and enjoying the smooth aftershocks of my climax. I watched him work, and I watched the delicious bulge in his crotch.

First he drew the disinfectant-soaked paper over the sounding rod before putting it back in its case and back into the chest. Then he cut off the gauze on my sensitive sac and threw the sweat-soaked scrap of cloth away and fondling my balls gently. He removed the spreader bar and the gag, and untied me last of all.

I mewed softly with pleasure as he fondled my sweat-soaked hair. "Go to the bathroom and take a shower, I just have a few more things to straiten up."

I crawled down to the floor, but paused before going. I wanted to ask him so badly, but I was afraid of being punished, and even worse, I was shy.

I swallowed hard and tugged on his pants leg. He glanced down as if mildly surprised that I was still here.

"M-Master? C-Can I ask y-you something?"

He began to reach for the whip; which always hung on the wall for easy reach, but then he shrugged. "Yes Simon?"

I looked down at his shiny black shoes. "You...y-y-you d-d-d-didn't g-g-get...I m-mean..." I was stammering so hard and blushing so deep that I finally just reached up and touched his slightly softened erection through his pants. "CanIhelpyouwiththispleaseMaster?" I mumbled in a timid little voice.

He laughed, and it was a warm rich sound that leached the tension from my shoulders. "I guess I need to teach you how to be a little more articulate." He chuckled. Go to the bathroom and take your shower Simon, you can take care of me there.

---

This was the first time he had let me go to the bathroom by myself. I pissed and then ran the shower hot. I didn't touch the soap yet. I was harboring a foolish little hope that he would maybe wash me, like he had done on the first night.

He entered the room already naked. I let out a dry little squeak as he edged into the shower, his semi-erect cock swinging in front of him from his trimmed patch of pubic hair. He picked up the bar of soap.

"I'll clean you and you can clean me."

This was definitely not what Masters and their Fish did. I knew that much at least. Master was breaking the rules though. I let him thoroughly clean my body, his soapy hand touch my smooth skin. The water pounded our bodies. By the time he soaped my sore buttocks my aching cock was erect again. He smiled.

"Looks like someone is still feeling perky."

I felt my breath escape me in a little squeak as he tapped the head of my cock with his thumb to watch it bob up and down, flicking us both with water.

I took the white cake of soap from his hand and he turned around, exposing his back to me. A long tanned V with well-defined muscles and lean hips and the paler outline of his little swimsuit. His buttocks were muscular and firm. I soaped up his back, touching the tanned skin with my pale wrinkled fingertips. I paid special attention to the hair under his arms, and then I shyly soaped the firm globes of his ass.

He turned around and I felt his eyes on me as I tangled my hands in the gorgeous pelt of fur on his chest. I felt like my face could have lit up a dark room and my lips were slightly parted as I panted and the water pelted us both.

Then I dropped to my knees, and I couldn't help it anymore. I gently washed his throbbing cock with the bar of soap, carefully sudsing his tangled hair. When I had washed out every bubble and scrap of soap I lifted his cock and licked his balls. They were heavy and warm and fuzzy with hair. I rubbed my smooth cheek against them. It made me so happy, to be so submissive. It gave me a kind of thrill that nothing else could.

I covered his throbbing dick with small kisses before sucking on it. I had enjoyed sucking on the rubber cock, but the real thing was a hundred times better.

He was panting hoarsely and burying his fingers in my wet hair. "Touch yourself Simon."

I did. I moved my hand so rapidly over my urgent cock that it looked like a blur, but firstly I focused on my Master's pleasure. I lunged on him, and once his huge cock was stretching my throat I gagged and swallowed, massaging him.

"Fuck." He growled. I whimpered with joy as hot spurts of his strong-tasting semen filled my mouth. I held his taste in my mouth and tried to reach an orgasm that was so close on the tail of the first that it seemed unattainable.

He knelt, and I saw that his eyes were brown; I had never been able to quite see their color. The irises were brown, but in his left eye there was a spoke of electric blue that extended from the pupil to the white of his eye. A sliver of ice that broke up the darkness.

"Come for me Simon."

I couldn't tear my gaze away from those beautiful dark eyes. When I came it felt like a hand was ripping my genitals from my body and I shrieked. As my vision blurred I saw that streak of icy blue become a twinkle, before closing my eyes groggily.

I was only out for about thirty seconds. He was drying me off, and his eyes were deeply shadowed again and I couldn't see that blue twinkle no matter how much I peered and squinted.

"We are going out for your tanning session now."

I stopped searching for that elusive twinkle. Maybe it had just been my imagination.

"Yes Master."

---

Today the sky was thinly veiled with curtains of wispy cirrus clouds. The sun was strong however, and the line of submissives was out there, turning their bodies at every chime of the timer. Their ranks were severely diminished by the Auction. I could only see four Fish by the pool. The Asian girl I had flown in with, Carina, a lean girl with long brown hair in a braid that reached her waist, and the muscular young man I had seen yesterday.

I was seeing something that gave me the absurd urge to giggle. I couldn't help it. The young man I had seen yesterday was standing up, and he looked like a contestant for a body-building contest. He was taller then Master Anthony and far more muscular, and he should have had everyone nervous. But he was following his mistress, a tiny birdlike woman who probably weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She was holding a thin leather leash and he had a collar around his neck that was studded with rhinestones.

The most hilarious thing was just the serious subservient expression on his face. A giggle did slip out as we came into the pool area and I saw him solemnly drop to his knees in front of her, still at eye level with her chin.

"Hush Simon." Master growled and he gave me a little smack on the shoulder with the whip. I smothered my giggles, but it was very hard.

"You do not have to come, but I want you to go over there and ask Mistress Kasha if there is anything you can do with her Fish."

"Yes Master." I murmured as he unclipped my leash.

I crawled over, and even though my cock was limp and lifeless and my balls were empty, I was kind of looking forward to this. This Fish had a very large muscular body and a very thick package distending the tight little swimsuit he wore. I just wanted the chance to touch him. He seemed almost god-like.

He saw me, and his pale eyes glittered in that serious stony face, but Mistress Kasha didn't. I tugged lightly on the hem of her black uniform skirt, it was very hot today but it didn't look like she was sweating at all. She looked down at me sharply and I looked down at the concrete.

"Master Anthony wanted to see if there was anything that I could do for your Fish Mistress." I spoke quietly, focusing on her flat black shoes.

I looked back up at her while she was talking, and she had a glitter in her pale green eyes. "Yes there is. Dirk? You've been a good boy and I think you deserve a little reward. Use this little boy however you wish, besides in the ass, Master Anthony wants to keep this little sweetling a virgin."

His voice was very deep, almost as deep as James Earl Jones. "Yes Mistress Kasha."

He looked me over, and I saw his lip curl a little with distaste. He was strait, or at least he had started out strait. His mistress was smirking, and I had the feeling that I was more of a punishment then a reward.

I felt so small compared to him, and he probably outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, though I had the sneaking suspicion that he was at least twice my weight, and probably more. Not an ounce of that was fat.

"Dirk?"

His eyes narrowed suspiciously in his handsome face. "Yes?"

My mouth was dry. "May I touch you?"

He looked a little startled, then cautiously smug. "Yeah, I just came back from a workout, so maybe you can clean me off."

I swallowed hard and I saw the clear outline of his heavy cock as it twitched slightly. "Yes Sir." I whispered breathlessly.

I crawled over; his chiseled body was gleaming with sweat. I touched my tongue to the smooth flat plane of his left pectoral and lapped up the sheen of sweat. I got to work, studiously cleaning the clean sweat from his body, and strait or not, Dirk had quite the boner by the time I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his Speedo. I darted my tongue into his navel and I felt his muscles tense briefly in a beautiful motion.

I watched it being unveiled. For either aesthetics or punishment, he had been waxed smooth except for a tuft above his cock, and his remaining pubic hair had been trimmed close and was shaped like a heart. I saw a thick meaty base, as thick as my forearm. I went lower and lower, pleased by how long it took for me to get to the end.

Dirk's cock was perfectly strait and tapered. The base was very thick, but near the tip his head was only slightly larger then my own cockhead. It was longer then my Master's cock, but I still knew what I preferred. His short pubic hair was still matted with jock-sweat.

"Gotta make sure to clean this part very well." I whispered, trying to be cheeky but just sounding a little out of breath. Then I buried my face in his crotch.

His voice had been so deep, so it was surprising when he let out a gasping little cry when I took his fat tapered cock into my mouth. His cock hardened very quickly in my mouth, but it was still very easy too deep-throat because it was thinner near the end.

Then Mistress Kasha's voice cut through my trance. "That's quite enough Simon, you can go back to your Master now."




Poor Simon Ch. 07



I backed away incredulously. How could anyone be that cruel? Dirk let out a painful moan and bared his teeth, breathing heavily. He hadn't been about to come, but if that sweet erection went limp by itself he would have a good pair of blue balls very soon.

I flushed when they both looked at my confused face. Dirk looked resigned, and Kasha looked annoyed. I looked down and crawled away.

---

It was hard to think when the sun baked me, but I did. Not a single master or mistress was as nice to their charge as my Master was to me. I thought about Master Paul lashing Matthew and calling him 'chub', and I thought about Nani's swollen eyes when Mistress Janice called her a bitch. I remembered the conversation about the nameless French girl who had been tortured to insanity and 'put down' like a dog with rabies, and about her Mistress, who had been killed.

Predictably, I had a good little cry while I lay there tanning. Master had never withheld an orgasm from me. He rarely whipped me, and when he had been forced to he had nursed my wounds and given me pills for the pain. He gave me naps when I was tired, and he let me sleep on his bed. I had gotten so used to his privileged treatment that I had to look at others to see how lucky I was.

The chime went off, so I turned onto my back and the sun roasted me. My skin was greased with lotion, and other then a little peeling I was beginning a smooth pretty tan. I loved this sensation, but every hour my reflection grew a little stranger.

---

It was at dinner that I found out that both Skyla and Nani had also been sold at the auction. We were at the table with Master Paul and Matthew, Gynesh and Carina, and Aleksandr, who did not yet have a new Fish.

Carina looked tired, but more or less content. Matthew was a mess. He was breathing in quiet breathy sobs, and his eyelids were tinged lavender with exhaustion. His muscles trembled and he was naked except for a bright red jock strap. I could see swollen red marks all over his soft little breasts, and his belly and thighs were still red and swollen, feathered with red lash marks. In twelve hours he had gone from that sweet shy boy to this sobbing quivering breakdown. The wiry hairs on his chest and under his arms were gone, and so were the dark tangles that should have been protruding from the sides of the red pouch.

I ached for him, Paul was a bastard. I looked down at my meal. A piece of lean white fish, raw mixed vegetables, and a small dollop of plain yogurt. His meal was the same, with a piece of fish half the size of mine and no yogurt. He was eating slowly, crying as he nudged pieces of cold broccoli into his mouth. I looked up to see if Paul was looking down at his Fish, and he wasn't.

I tore off a flaky chunk of the fish and tossed it over. I was hungry, but poor Matthew was miserable, and this was all I could think of. Matthew looked at me and gave me a watery smile, mouthing 'Thank you' before lowering his head again. Master saw it happen, and he looked at me sharply. I gave him a pleading glance and put my face down to my plate.

He didn't raise the issue.

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When we went back to the room, Master Anthony was quiet and retrospective. He didn't say a word. We brushed our teeth and used the facilities in the bathroom. Then he unclipped my leash and opened the cage door. I crawled in.

He seemed to wake up a little. "You go to sleep, I need to go do some business."

Then he left the room, absentmindedly forgetting to turn off the lights.

It's safe to say that I only dozed. It was fairly early in the night, only 9:12. Yesterday I had gone to my cage at 9:54, and the day before that it had been sometime after ten. So I dozed. I woke up when the door opened, but I saw Master in the doorway, talking with Axel, so I pretended to be asleep.

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. Axel leaned in close, giggling drunkenly. I could see the swollen red mark on his neck.

"Thanks Tony; tonight was great." Then he leaned in and kissed Master Anthony. After a moment, Master Anthony wrapped his arm around Axel's thin shoulders and deepened the kiss.

The kiss could have only lasted ten seconds or so, but for me it was an age. I watched with eyes that were quickly blurring with tears, and my hands clenched into tight little fists. I suddenly felt like I would throw up, and it took all of my strength to beat back that urge.

Master closed the door after murmuring something unintelligible. I ducked my head under the blanket and tried to control my shaking body. Even as the lights turned of and I could hear Master undressing, even as I shut my eyes so tight it hurt, I could see them on the backs of my eyelids, kissing. I could see Master's hand slyly cupping the curve of Axel's buttock and Axel giving his crotch a squeeze.

Then my mind tortured me by wandering into the realms of imagination. I saw Axel on his knees, hungrily sucking Master Anthony's cock, I saw Master's lean hips pistoning into Axel's white ass. I saw them resting, sweaty and exhausted in a bed, snuggling talking quietly, Axel spooned in Master Anthony's strong arms.

I bit the fleshy part of my forearm to muffle my wounded sobs. How could I have ever thought that he liked me? How could I ever have been so STUPID?

I waited until I could hear Master's quiet snores before I dared to cry harder. This time I cried not just with grief and fear, but also with hatred and jealousy. I hated my 'Uncle' for kidnapping me. I hated the drunk driver who had killed my parents and walked away with nothing but a scratch on his forehead. I hated the Fishers, and I hated Mr. Grey, and I hated the Doctor and Hanson. I hated Axel for sleeping with my Master, and I hated all of the Masters, for abusing their Fish.

Most of all, I hated myself. I hated myself for being so stupid and naïve and for doing every single thing that these people told me to do, and liking it.

I cried until I was all out of hate and I just felt empty. My sore stomach spasmed with the occasional hiccupping sob as I tried to close my gritty eyes and sleep.

But it would be a long time before I would find release.



*Thank you for staying with me, please comment and send me feedback!

I thought that it would be kinda egotistical to advertise one of my stories at the end of this one, but then I realized that I didn't care if it seemed douchy or egotistical. ^_^ 

So if you liked this story series, then please check out my other submission, 'The Bottom Tier'.

Thank you!*



Poor Simon Ch. 08



*Hi guys...

This chapter is a little shorter then usual, but I'm not going to be able to work on Poor Simon for a few days so I'm just giving you what I have.

The 'Sexual Intensity Scale' is at a 7.5

All characters are 18+

Thank you and enjoy the following chapter!*

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I was sleeping restlessly, and for the first time the alarm clock woke me up. The buzzing siren rang through my skull and I jumped.

"FUCK!"

I cradled my bruised skull in my arms, suddenly terrified. Master's hand was on the alarm clock and for a moment we looked at each other with wide startled eyes in the dim light from the bathroom in the hallway.

He started laughing. I let out a weak chuckle, more of relief that he wouldn't hit me then anything, but I was still too betrayed from last night to look at him in the same adoring light.

"It's a bit too early in the morning for such profanity, don't you think so Simon?"

I tried to say 'Yes Master' but all that came out was a hoarse caw. I was losing my voice. The second time I managed to whisper it but my voice was nothing but a foggy memory.

I winced as he turned the lights on. I looked down and I waited for him to unlock the cage. When he didn't, I looked up and it gave me a nasty jolt of anxious surprise to see that he was staring at me fixedly. I bit my lip and I looked down again.

"Do you need aspirin? Or maybe something stronger?"

He was speaking in this strange cautious tone. I realized that it seemed so strange because he was speaking like we were equals. I felt the tears coming again in a hot gritty rush, so I wiped my eyes with the heel of my hand and shook my head, not trusting my words not to waver. 

He unlocked the cage and I crawled to the bathroom. There I saw why he had looked at me so strangely. My eyes were dark swollen hollows and my mouth was a weak trembling line and my lashes were matted and sticky. I was very pale.

I had cried far more often then the other boys my age at home. Hell, probably more then some of the girls in my school. I had found ways of hiding the evidence.

I ran the tap until the water was icy cold and I stuck the corner of a washcloth under it. I used the cold water to dab my swollen gritty eyes. When I was done dabbing them clean I did the same with very hot water. When I was done, my eyes looked a little puffy, but nowhere near how bad they had been.

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I was eating breakfast listlessly when Thomas came to our table with a small white envelope. He saw me, and gave a little sympathetic shrug.

Master ripped the envelope along the seam with his thumbnail and took out a piece of pearly grey stationary. He read it, his mouth pursed slightly with distaste and then he rubbed his temples. I flinched when he looked down at me. His mouth had been open to speak, but when I flinched he looked at me strangely for a moment before going on.

"Eat up Simon." He said quietly. "Mr. Grey wants to evaluate you after breakfast, and he can be rough."

My stomach curled up with fear, and for a moment tears welled up in my eyes. I was so scared, and I was so tired of being scared. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and sleep.

I looked down at the strip of ham and sliced apples. I had barely picked at it, and for the first time here I wasn't hungry.

"Eat Simon." There was an edge of frustration in his voice. "You cannot be like this in a few minutes, or Mr. Grey can make your life hell."

I ate, but the food tasted like ashes in my mouth.

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I crawled at his side. I was in a sort of daze as we walked to Mr. Grey. The worst thing about this mess was I couldn't hate him. I couldn't hate my Master. By all rights I should've feared and despised him from the start, and now he was breaking my goddamn heart and I couldn't even find a speck of bad feelings towards him. I loved him.

He hesitated at the doorway. It was a plain door with a small steel plate that said 'conference' in the middle. I leaned into his leg, desperate for any kind of contact. A moment later, I felt his fingers twine into my hair; petting me, comforting me. At least he cared. I don't think I could have survived myself if he had disliked me.

"Let's do this." He said firmly. "Obey every thing that we say to the letter, no...no matter how much it hurts."

"Yes Master" I whispered hoarsely.

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It was dark in the room. The only light came from the half-closed blinds and through the blinds I could see winks of the ocean. A few chains with leather shackles hung from the ceiling, and two men sat in swivel chairs around a long table of dark wood.

Mr. Grey was easy to see. He was wearing a steel-grey suit with a bright red tie and he was looking at me with small black dead eyes. He was a slender small-framed man with a strangely smooth face. He only had two sets of wrinkles, but that word seemed inaccurate. He had deep lines around his mouth that looked like they had been carved, and another set of knife-slash wrinkles around his eyes. His hair was almost completely white, with a touch of dark grey hair in the back. He had small smooth hands that were very pale, and I wondered if he powdered them.

The other man was definitely a bodyguard. He was the biggest man I had ever seen, and as black as a coal shaft. Not brown, like some black people, but actually black. The only places where his skin was a little lighter was around his mouth and the palms of his hands. His head was perfectly shaved and it gleamed like an obsidian marble. He wore a cream-colored suit and a red tie. The muscles on his body strained the tailored suit.

I crawled at Master's feet, feeling sick with fear. I crawled until I was kneeling at his feet, looking at his pointed Italian shoes.

"So this little thing is what the fuss was about?"

I nearly jumped. Mr. Grey was such a small man, almost delicate compared to his bodyguard, but his voice was a deep smoke-broken rasp.

"Yes Mr. Grey." Master's voice was subservient, and it seemed so wrong. "What did the Doctor say?"

Mr. Grey wheezed with laughter, ending with a few deep chesty coughs. "I ain't gonna turn this into a fucking game of tattle-tale like that fucking brat wants me to." I looked up, nearly startled into laughter as he broke into a squealing falsetto, his face never changing. 

"Rogan always gets the best of everything! He stole from me! He's a menace to our corporation! (his voice changed back to normal) Blah blah, whine whine. Fucking pansy."

His small smooth-lined face was like that of a cheap doll. I looked back at the carpet, flustered and deeply afraid of this strange little man.

"Well Rogan, it's time to see your little Fish displayed properly."

My Master nodded and tugged on my leash. "Yes Sir."

He tugged me to my feet and told me in an expressionless voice to stand on a chair. I did. He fastened the leather shackles around my wrists. I stood with my arms spread in a Y-shape, supporting my weight on my toes. Master Anthony sat down and Mr. Grey stood up. He couldn't have any been taller then me.

I flinched and looked away as he stood in front of me, his strange dead eyes looking me over.

"You said in your report that he is already turned on by pain and bondage. How much experience does he have?"

I have tied him up three times. He has been sounded once. He has used a one-inch-thick dildo. He has had oral sex with the barbers, three male Fish, and the waiter."

Mr. Grey snorted. "Pretty easy going there. Let's see why the doctor whined so hard about wanting this little scrap. Anyang! Come over here and blindfold him."

The huge black man got up, and though I was dangling almost two feet from the ground we were at eye level. He covered my eyes with a soft black scarf.

My cock twitched a little, just with sheer anticipation. My breath was coming in shallow fearful gasps. I let out a fearful little cry as the swivel chair was kicked from under my feet. I grabbed at the chains around my wrists with my hands to support my weight a little. He just left me there for a few moments, with my arms trembling.

I moaned when the lash went down on my ass. It was hard but not nearly as hard as the brutal whipping I had taken from Master Anthony. It still hurt because it was in such a tender bruised area. Three more lashes, one on my shoulder and one on my belly that made my body curl up defensively for a moment, and one across my knees when I lowered my legs. I tried not to cry out, but even though the lashes weren't excruciating, I couldn't tell where they were coming from. I couldn't stop my head whipping from side to side, trying to tell where the next blow would come from.

By then, the muscles in my arms were trembling and my weird pain-driven cock was perky and slapping against my stomach. I moaned with relief when I felt the padded fabric of the chair seat under my feet again. With my toes holding me up I was able to relax a little.

All relaxation evaporated when I realized that he had thrust two chairs underneath me and that I had one foot on each chair. He wheeled them apart and I stretched my legs so far apart that I was barely supporting my weight on my toes and my genitals were hanging free and my inner thighs were trembling. I was shaped like a big X.

I cried out and nearly lost my support when his hands dived between my legs and roughly held my vulnerable ball sac. This wasn't anything like Master's treatment, gentle and slow, he was wrapping rough twine around the top of the pouch and drew it so tight that my sac must have looked like a bag with a drawstring.

I squealed and every muscle in my body was shaking. He mashed my balls together and my entire groin exploded with hot leaden pain. My stomach became a tiny trembling animal in my throat and I shrieked over and over again. He mashed and un-mashed in a relentless rhythm. With each squeeze, hot pain sunk its teeth in my belly and groin and even my upper thighs. He let me alone for a moment and I sagged a little, clutching the chains for support and sobbing with pain. My penis bounced foolishly.

My nuts felt swollen and full, at least the size of oranges by now. Then I realized that he had only paused to pick up the whip. He gave me four quick smacks between the legs. I screamed so hard that my voice wavered in and out on a high breathless shriek.

When he reached for me again I finally broke. "Oh please stop please no more MASTER!! Please help me!!"

I was begging and babbling and cringing in preparation for more torture, but he didn't touch me. Suddenly, someone's hands were unfastening my shackles. I edged onto one of the chairs so I wouldn't end up doing the splits and Anyang took off my blindfold. As he untied my remaining arm I wiped my tearful eyes. My testes felt swollen and bruised. Master was sitting with feigned nonchalance, but I could see his tight fists, a sure sign of his anger and fear.

I hopped down and nearly crumpled when my balls let out a siren scream of pain. I crawled over to my Master and leaned on his leg, burying my face in the warm firm thigh.

Mr. Grey let out a smoke-broken chuckle. "Cute. You were right Rogan; this Fish is better at withstanding pain then most of our veterans. Does your Fish have any other traits I should know about?"

I trembled as Master ruffled my hair in an attempt to soothe me. "He is very obedient, and is a natural submissive. He responds well to pain and is very good at giving oral sex."

"Oh he is, is he? Well, tell your little Fish to come over and give Anyang a blowjob."

Master cuffed me lightly on the shoulder and I crawled over to his bodyguard slowly, so I wouldn't hurt my swollen ball sac.

"Anyang doesn't like boys, so your Fish will have to work hard."

I traced my fingers over Anyang's thighs through the cream-colored suit. I was still panting and shivering from my rough treatment. I nudged his thighs apart so I could rest between them, and when I looked up his face was stony and bored.

I nuzzled him through his clothes, giving the warm yielding bulge a kiss. Then I mouthed open the button and pulled down the zipper with my teeth. No conscious thought was going through my head. My mind was a pleasant blank besides a determined drive to give this man a blowjob he would never forget.

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*Sorry for leaving you all on a cliffhanger!

Its optional... but I'm going to do a little survey right here.

Who is everyone's favorite character besides Simon and Anthony? The choices are...

Axel

Kara

Raine

Matthew

Dirk

Mr. Grey

Just put your favorite in the comments section, and thank you for the feedback, depending on what i get, that character might turn up later.* 



Poor Simon Ch. 09



*Sorry again for the cliff-hanger, here is chapter nine of Poor Simon.

All characters are 18+

One of my pet peeves is when characters on Lit stories get into terrible situations but everything is still happy and okay and the situation is light. When it gets dark in my stories, it gets very dark.

You've been warned.*

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I guess I expected it to be bigger. In a weird new reality, I assumed that the seven-foot-tall black man would have the biggest cock I had ever seen, but in reality Dirk still held first prize, Hanson the second, and Master the third. Anyang came in fourth.

Don't misunderstand, his cock was still huge, but nothing compared to the supernatural sausage I had built up in my delirious brain.

Anyang's cock was limp and soft, and about eight inches long when hard was what I assumed. Its color was a uniform pitchy black until it reached the circumcised head where it was plum colored (and sized) and paling to pink right at the tip. It emerged from a springy patch of tightly curled pubic hair.

I scooped his genitals so they lay limp and alluring on top of his blindingly white briefs. His nuts were in a fuzzy black sac and each individual sac was the size of a child's fist. I could faintly feel the eyes of Master Anthony and Mr. Grey on me, but I ignored them, and focused on what I could do best. And to do what I could do best, I needed to know every inch of him.

I gave his limp cock one long stroke as I moved it aside, and then I fell to licking his balls. I felt the warm familiar thrill of submissiveness. I cupped the tender warm pouches in my hand and gently nuzzled and fondled and lapped at the vulnerable orbs. I could taste his sweat, and feel his hair. I could taste the salt and the man of him.

He said something soft and guttural in another language, and as if by magic, that limp unresponding strait cock was beginning to twitch. I lapped every spare bit of skin on his balls with my tongue, ignoring his muffled, almost impatient moans. When I had loved and worshipped him thoroughly, only then did I turn my attention to his cock, only to find out that he that he was longer then Master, but not thicker.

He was far harder now, his cock flopped a little, but nowhere near as it had before. I flickered my tongue in the triangular pit under his glans and planted a kiss on the tip. I understood on some base level what I was doing. Anyang was turned on not by the somewhat masculine way of inciting a blowjob. He wasn't into the struggle to deep throat or the pure physical sensation. What he enjoyed was, in all essentiality, the cutesy stuff. The intimate stuff. The stuff you normally wouldn't get someone from a one-time stand to do.

He had gone from limp to hard in a matter of moments from the licking of his testes, and the gentle kiss had made him twitch. Now, as I covered his cock with wet open-mouthed kisses and little slurps he was groaning softly. I nibbled at the sensitive base of his cock. By the time I finally went up to put him in my mouth, he was approaching full hardness.

I felt the familiar thrill of having hot hard throbbing flesh in my mouth as I slowly slid his cock into my mouth. When his fat head touched the back of my throat I fluttered my eyes open to see that I had a bit more then half of him. I pushed harder, and I felt him slip into my throat. I felt the urge to gag, or cough him up, but it was amazing, it was like I could suddenly ignore the urge. Suddenly my lips were brushing his thick pubic hair before I gagged a little and backed away. He was gasping harshly and he cradled my head in his big black hands.

I thoroughly expected him to start forcing my head up and down, but he was touching my very lightly, expecting me to do my own thing. I felt a sudden rush of gratitude for him. I swirled my tongue around the hard hot head and felt my lips curve into a smile around him as he gasped.

I cradled his ball sac with one hand and with the other I massaged the base of his thick throbbing shaft. He was close. I bobbed my head up and down, slurping a little, massaging him with my tongue. Then I slowly withdrew, keeping gentle suction on that beautiful black cock. I felt his cock tremble in my hand, and then with a harsh grunt he came.

He came so fast and so much that I felt his semen dribbling from the corners of my mouth. His taste was a little blander and earthier then my Master's. I swallowed and cleaned him with little laps of my tongue before gently tucking his genitals back into his briefs and zipping his pants shut. I gave the bulge a little kiss before crawling back to my Master.

I knelt at his side, cradling my aching balls in both hands and staring demurely at the dark maroon carpet. I only chanced a single glance at Mr. Grey and he looked calmly impressed, and interested.

"Only one boy, that little redhead, has ever managed to bring off Anyang before. And it took that Fish a lot longer; I guess you were telling the truth Rogan. You two are dismissed."

"Yes Sir." Master affirmed. He clipped my leash back on and we left the room.

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He gave me some aspirin, and then we went to work out. I was still exhausted by the end, but I knew that he was going easy on me. I had almost gotten comfortable with the idea of Master Anthony sleeping with Axel. The more I thought about it the more it seemed like a casual relationship, and the more I thought about it, the more I remembered how nice Axel had been to me during the Makeover from hell. If it had been anything more then a semi-casual fling, there was no way he would have been able to treat me so nicely.

Despite my reasoning, I still felt a sting of painful jealousy when Master informed me that I would be seeing Axel today. We were in the steam room, and I was sitting a few inches away from him. I had been shyly glancing at his beautiful body and wondering when I would be able to touch him next when he told me the news.

"Mr. Grey wants to take some photos of you. We send out photographs of our Fish to our reliable clientele. Axel is the photographer."

I felt the pang of raw jealousy, but there was nothing I could do, besides try not to let him know how I felt.

"Yes Master."

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Axel was already there at a small room with dark walls. There were bright lights focusing on a low red silk couch with a silken drape and a few pillows. I was reminded for one absurd moment of the nude drawing scene from Titanic. The lighting, and even the couch was almost exactly the same.

Although, in Titanic, I doubted if they had kept a series of dildos, whips, clips, and handcuffs near the couch.

Axel was near a tripod, fiddling with a camera that, even with my inexperienced eyes, I could tell must have cost thousands of dollars. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants so tight and low that they looked like he had painted them on. He was wearing a weird girl's top that left his lean white midriff exposed but had long flowing sleeves that nearly obscured his hands in flouncy black ruffles. By the way it was shining in the light, I was pretty sure it was made from black silk. He wore a red ribbon choker around his throat with a puff of black lace and a silver bell making up the pendant.

I felt a dull red throb of anger and jealousy that conflicted painfully with the ache of slight infatuation and fondness that I had once felt for him.

He turned and had a delighted smile on his glossy lips. His eyes were made up in bright red teardrops of eyeshadow studded with body jewels and a thick coating of sparkly black eyeliner. He was gorgeous and I ached because of it. I looked up and I could see my Master's eyes looking him up and down with approval and a hint of lust. I almost felt like crying.

Suddenly he was kneeling in front of me and he frowned a little when I shrank from his touch, not daring to look him in the eyes. For a moment I thought that Axel would see right through me, but Axel only looked up at Master Anthony, scowling.

"What did you do to this poor boy? You big meanie!"

His childish pouting and language only made me grind my teeth more. I wanted to hate him so badly, and at the same time I genuinely liked him.

"It's not my fault, he saw Mr. Grey an hour ago."

Axel shuddered a little. "Ugh, I hate that old creeper... Come here sweetie, I gotta make you look pretty!"

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I'm still not sure how I managed to stay still for so long. He was only a few inches from my face, dusting me with makeup and poking around my eyes with eyeliner and doing God knows what to me. He was so focused, that he didn't see me seething with frustration and jealousy. 

When he was done, I crawled onto the couch, and Master took off my collar and my leash. I felt so naked. I looked up into his eyes and I could see that little blue twinkle in his left eye. He put on a new collar, a red collar with sparkling bits that I assumed were rhinestones, but then thought they were zircons. They couldn't have been diamond chips, could they?

I kissed his hand, aching with need for him.

"Alright Hon, put that drape over your hips and give your sexiest smile to the camera!"

He was so bubbly and excited; I could have cheerfully buried my thumbs in his eyes. I draped the thin silky covering over my hips and lay recumbent on my side, giving a halfhearted smile to the glittering black eye of the camera.

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I hadn't been able to give a convincing smile, so after at least ten minutes of an extremely frustrated and confused Axel trying to cheer me up, they gave up and had me looking serious instead.

Somehow the camera made it worse. Horny old men would look at these pictures of me smooth and made up and naked. In three months one of them would be putting his cock in my ass and treating me like an animal. For the entire photo shoot I was on the verge of tears.

When I had to take a picture with my cock erect, my Master told me to get it hard. I stroked it a few times, but it stayed limp. I couldn't get it up, it remained soft and warm and lifeless in my hand. I could feel the first soft prickles of my pubic hair growing back.

"Aww c'mere Honey, I can perk that pretty soldier right up!"

He skipped up and got on his knees, his eyes bright in their red teardrops of eyeshadow. I watched him as he flopped my cock around a few times and put it in his mouth. I couldn't look anymore then. I couldn't look at this man. It didn't matter how much I had liked him before, I could never like him again.

I moaned. I was getting aroused. I wanted to stay limp, just to spite him, but I couldn't stop the urges of my body, and I couldn't hide my arousal. I felt the tears finally come. I looked at Master Anthony, my vision blurred, and he suddenly looked as if he understood. I looked away, feeling sick, and moaning a little with every exaggerated slurp of Axel's mouth.

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At lunch, it was me and Master Anthony, Carina and Gynesh, Aleksandr and a new girl named Lorelei, and Paul and Matthew. Lorelei had the extremely confused and scared expression of a new Fish. She was an Indian girl with brown skin and very long dark hair that probably reached her knees when it wasn't in a braid.

Matthew wasn't as bad as he had been the other night, but he still looked pretty bad. His eyes were circled with deep bruise-like shadows of exhaustion and he looked like he had lost some weight in a bad way. His hair was matted with sweat and he had the reddish feathery welts of whippings on his freckled shoulders.

We nibbled our portions, and then I suddenly heard Raine's name, so I listened in to the conversation.

"Turns out we have a new problem." Aleksandr sounded frustrated and annoyed. "A fairly new client bought Raine, and normally we don't really know how Fish are treated, but the man is practically bragging about it."

I leaned against Master's thigh as he spoke. "Mr. Grey is going to stop him wont he? It's bad news to have a client that goes through Fish like that."

I was suddenly scared. What had happened to Raine? No one was saying.

Gynesh leaned forward. "No one can stop him from what he is doing to his own Fish, but I believe that Mr. Grey will bar him from future bargains. Americans are really the worst clients in most cases. Almost every American client we have abuses their Fish in some way."

I drank a little vitamin water from my bowl. My stomach was churning and I felt like I might lose my meal. Apparently, Master was of the same mind. He pushed away from the table with only half of his food eaten and he tugged my leash gently.

"Let's go Simon." He murmured distractedly.

"Yes Master."

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We stopped at the room so Master could grab the suntan lotion and his swimsuit. We were alone, so I dared to ask him a question.

"Master?"

He looked down at me with a soft sigh. "Yes Simon?"

"What happened to Raine? Will he be okay?"

He let out a big sigh. "I guess I should punish you for that. When I came here, they told us never to let a Fish ask questions about how the Island works, but I guess I've broken so many rules about you already that it doesn't matter."

I eyed him nervously. He suddenly seemed a weird mixture of defiant and depressed. He had never spoken so plainly, and suddenly I felt sick. What had made him like this?

"A man, I don't know his real name, they keep anonymous; he bought Raine two days ago. He keeps Raine in a second business home he owns in China. A few hours ago he sent us some pictures of Raine, as if to brag, or maybe to make sure we wouldn't stop him." Master rubbed his face with one hand. "Raine was very badly beaten in those pictures."

I expected to feel terrified, panicky, and hysterical... but I just felt numb. "What's gonna happen to him?" I whispered dully.

Master dug listlessly through the toy chest, his eyes as dull and shiny as brown marbles. His sudden silence scared me. He finally spoke.

"This man will most likely either kill or maim him. I have no idea. All I know is that we... I, need to stop him so he cannot keep buying Fish."

He looked down and saw the terrified expression on my face. He knelt and I whimpered softly as he cradled my jaw in his hand and kissed my forehead. The touch of his lips was like soft fire on my skin. Those words trembled behind my lips, the words 'I love you', but I couldn't say them.

"You have three months Simon. I will make sure he is stopped before then."

I felt tears sting my eyes. I wiped the tears from my eyes and swallowed those bittersweet forbidden words. Instead, I merely said,

"Thank you Master."

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I napped while I tanned. I felt worlds better then I had in the photo shoot and Mr. Grey's room. I hadn't felt this good since before finding out that Axel was sleeping with Master Anthony. Master actually had to nudge me with his foot when it was time to turn over because I was so tired.

I woke up with the pleasant sensation of a hand on my cock.

When I looked up it was Kirk, stony-faced and long-suffering.

"Mistress Kasha says that if I... if I give you a blowjob she will let me come." He hesitated for a moment. "She hasn't let me come for three days."

His voice was hoarse with need, and his cock was in a weird belt-like contraption with a padlock over the crotch. She must have taken off the chastity belt yesterday just to torture him.

"Um... okay."

My voice was a little strained. He was threatening, standing over me like that, but at the same time I felt a throb of arousal at having this big brute have to submit to me. I spread my legs a little, inviting him to kneel between them. He was so tall, almost as big as Anyang.

He grimaced a little, like a kid who knows he has to eat something unpleasant, Brussels sprouts, or maybe asparagus. Then he knelt and lowered his head and roughly took my limp cock into his mouth. I let out a surprised yipping cry as he did. I was still so sensitive down there and he was hurting my balls.

Suddenly Master Anthony was there and he had brought his whip down twice on Kirk's shoulders. To see huge Kirk shrinking away from a master, even my Master, was strange.

Master's voice was simultaneously cold and amused. He stood there like a sculpture of Poseidon with his sleek wet body and the gorgeously defined package in his tiny swimsuit. His dark hair was smooth and glistening with water.

"How about a little tenderness, eh?"

"Forgive me Sir." Kirk murmured.

Kirk lowered his head again, and this time he didn't have to pick up my cock to put it in his mouth, it was so strait and hard that he just had to nudge his lips around it. Just the sight of my Master had been enough to perk me up.

Kirk wrapped his lips around my cock and started to bob up and down. I was less intense then the fearsome blowjob Raine had given me, but nowhere near the wonderful one that Axel had given me. The only reason I was even aroused at all was because of Master Anthony's proximity.

Unskilled or no, soon I was panting and bumping my hips in time with his strokes. His mouth was so hot and wet, and unlike either Raine or Axel he was able to fit my entire length in his mouth with no difficulty. I looked up into Master's eyes as I hovered on the brink of orgasmic oblivion, and I saw a glitter of blue.

Kirk choked as I cried out. His cry was disgusted and relieved. With no ceremony or regard for me he lifted his head and nearly ran back to his Mistress. I watched with a mixture of annoyance and amusement as he begged her to unlock the belt.

"Let's go in Simon, we have some work to do now."

I followed on my knees, glad to have that sense of false peace securely over my mind.

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I was eager, and I wanted to have some sort of sex with Master. It had only been a day, but a day was such a long time here. He had the excited gleam in his eye that had nothing to do with that blue twinkle.

When he opened the toy chest, someone knocked on the door. Master Anthony looked up with annoyance. He wasn't the only one.

I felt a stab of anger at whomever dared to interrupt us, and for one furious moment I was sure that it was Axel.

When Master opened the door, it was Thomas, and he had an envelope of pearly grey stationary in his hand.

"Mr. Grey wants to see you." He said softly.

Master gave a little sigh before putting one of my wrists in one of the shackles on the bed.

"Stay here Simon, take a nap. His run-downs usually take an hour or two."

He didn't know it, but we were saying goodbye.

"Yes Master."

---

They must've planned it out, waited for him to step out, maybe even planned the meeting with Mr. Grey. All I know is that about a minute after my Master had left, when I was settling drowsily on Master's bed for a snooze, Hanson and Doctor Allgood came. Bursting into the room like clumsy burglars.

Hanson moved so quickly that even though a huge jolt of terror rocked me to my core, I didn't have time to scream. He ran across the room in five giant steps and pressed a damp cloth to my face. I gave a single weak cry as my frantic struggles lessened and my vision dulled over.

And the last thing I saw was the Doctor's smirking face.

---

It was my journey into the Fishers reversed. First the Helicopter, then two jets. It was a reverse kidnapping, stealing me away from the Fishers, instead of bringing me there. With two monumental differences. I was not left unmolested on the way there, and I was not heading home.

When I woke up I was tied up. My wrists were hogtied to my ankles with swatches of duct tape. My ass was in the air. I was on the floor of a private jet.

"Ah, he's awake at last. Do give our little prince a welcome. You can go first."

I squirmed with revulsion at the Doctors voice. Horror bombarded me in waves. Fear blurred my vision. I began to pant and struggle. I was alone. Alone with two men who had driven a girl insane to punish her mistress. Alone with the two men who would have made my life hell. Alone with the two men who were about to make my life hell.




Poor Simon Ch. 09



I cried out as Hanson hauled back and hit me. He put all of his strength in a volley of vicious blows to my bruised buttocks and back and face. When he was done I was dazed and weak from the remnants of the drugs and his beating.

Then I realized what he would do and I squirmed harder, but I was in such a vulnerable position that all I could do was fall down onto my side. He lifted me back up. I saw his thick angry cock slick with some kind of lubricant out of the corner of my eye and I struggled as hard as I could, trying to rip my hands from the duct tape.

It was no use. His cock was suddenly pressing firmly against my tight little pucker.

"No you fucker!!" I screamed. "No you dumb fuck GET AWAY!!"

I rolled over until I hit the seats and I squirmed, trying to writhe away. My knees and arms were chafing on the carpets and I was breathing like a racehorse. Suddenly the Doctor was there too and his long spidery hands were on me and that made me shriek. I shrieked in panic and rage and fear and hatred.

The Doctor held me down. Held my upper body still with his ghastly hands. Then Hanson grabbed my hips and I started sobbing when he started forcing his cock in.

It burned. It hurt so badly.

It felt like someone was trying to shove a metal pole up my ass; a light post, or a stop sign. Only it was hot. His cock was hot and wet and repulsive. It was like some slimy brainless animal; dumb and mean and wanting only to hurt.

I sobbed and moaned and sometimes burst into useless screams as Hanson forced me. Hanson took my virginity away.

When he was snarling and grunting about how tight I was, I got a second burst of energy, a wave of pure revulsion. I bucked wildly, throwing them both off. I squirmed under a mini-bar ledge and I wouldn't move. I wedged myself under there, moaning and crying and my ass, feeling like someone had rubbed the inside with a file until I bled. Blood was running in little trickles down my thighs, for Hanson had barely lubricated his thick ugly cock.

They tried to get me out, but I snarled and bit at their hands like an animal. The suffering made me wild. They lashed the exposed bits of my body with the buckled ends of their belts, even my face. I shrieked with the pain and threw off their hands.

After ten minutes of vicious fighting I had worn myself out again and they managed to drag me out, Hanson nursing a bleeding bite on his hand. Hanson heaved powerful kicks at my body, and at that point consciousness was no longer firmly in my grasp. With every kick, my grip on the waking world loosened.

He finished, and I was too far gone to scream or struggle. I could only weep tiredly as he knelt and forced his cock into my bleeding ass again. He pistoned me, and mashed me, and bruised me and broke me. His cock heaved in and out of me, a monster.

He came in my ass. Even after nearly losing consciousness, and even with all of the blood and lubricant in my ass I could still fell those God-awful spurts of his hot come.

My body went limp, and I cried brokenly. I cried with pain and with shame and fear. Over and over in my head, like a mantra, I could hear myself chanting. 'I thought I had three more months, I thought I had three more months; I thought I had three more fucking months'.

We had felt so safe, but we hadn't had any time at all.

I was too weak to do anything but groan as the Doctor mounted me. He was a lot smaller, but he was worse. He hooked his hands into claws and tormented any part of me he could reach. He bucked his hips wildly to slam his cock against the bruised walls of my rectum. He viciously tried to hurt.

How hell could have been worse then that plane, I had no idea.



Poor Simon Ch. 10



*This story is a little shorter then the others, but I want to let you guys get the action as it comes. I am out of the material that I lost, and everything you see now has seared from my mind and into cyberspace. If anyone notices anything about my editing, or thinks the stories are getting sloppy, just tell me and I'll slow down a little.

All characters are 18+

WARNING This story has no erotic bits, it is pretty much for plot.

Please enjoy!* 

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They drugged me after that. The pills they gave me didn't make me feel sleepy. They made me fragmented and dazed. I found myself staring blankly at the carpet under my cheek. Nothing really mattered after the drugs came in. Who honestly gave a shit that my parents were dead? Not me. I no longer cared about my Master, or what was going to happen to me, or that my eyes were slowly swelling shut, and that my breath was whistling laboriously through my bruised and swollen throat.

There was no pain with the drug. I was able to calmly lay there as Hanson decided he wanted another round. I wondered vaguely why he hadn't drugged me first, and then maybe I wouldn't have caused such a fuss.

As my cheek rubbed against the carpet, and Hanson let out low animal-like grunts, I felt nothing but the sensation of being thrown back and forth. It was unpleasant yes, but nothing to raise a fuss over.

I eventually grayed out.

---

I was still doped to the gills when we landed in a commercial airport in Calcutta. They dressed me clumsily. I tried to help, honestly. But my hands kept trying to go through the wrong hole and my feet were clumsy and dead. Hanson kept hitting me. I barely felt the blows, but they made me weaker and disoriented.

When they were done, I felt hot and stifled and uncomfortable in a suit. Cotton work pants, a white cotton shirt, a blue tie and a jacket. The Doctor was wedging my feet into black shoes that fitted poorly.

The last touch were a pair of large ridiculous black sunglasses, to hide the bruising I thought dully.

They walked me through the airport, and never once did anyone stop us. The dingy terminals were filled with brown-skinned men in business suits, international executives babbling into cell phones, women in colorful Saris, and stalls in the middle of a modern terminal that sold fruit and pastries. No one stopped us.

We reached terminal fifteen and we sat in a trio of cracked faux-leather chairs. Them on either side of me. I just sat listlessly. Unable to struggle, or think, or think of struggling. Even calling for help was beyond me, so I sat.

We were loaded onto a plane with stenciled red blossoms on the tail. Air China. We sat with me in the middle. I saw myself in the black surface of a small television screen.

The sunglasses did a shitty job of covering my bruises. They radiated out, covering my cheekbones. My lower lip was swollen and purple and smeared with dried blood. I lapped at it tenderly and tasted the metallic-salt taint of blood.

I grayed in and out, never really passing out, but not really awake either.

The flight attendant had said (in heavily accented English) that the trip would be around four hours. With my lack of time perception (or really any perception at all) it seemed like days.

My head was starting to clear, but when a pretty round-faced stewardess asked us if we wanted drinks in broken French, the Doctor ordered me some water and dissolved another pill in it. He held it to my mouth.

"No!" I stage-whispered. "I'll be good... please don't... please don't drug me..."

I started to cry when Hanson took a firm grip on my thumb and started to bend it backwards in an unnatural position. With my cleared head, pain was also coming back. My entire body throbbed dully and my ass felt like someone had sodomized me with a butcher's knife.

"Take the fuckin' water Sweetheart. He don't care if you have a broken finger or two... He was the one who told us to break you in for him."

I whimpered as he bent my thumb back further and I slurped the drugged water when the Doctor held it to my mouth. Hanson released my hand and I just sat there and cried quietly. Then the drug took over and I wondered vaguely why I had been crying in the first place.

---

Four hours and half a century later, the plane landed. My bodyguards waited for the passengers to flood out before dragging me to my feet.

"Drunk as a lord." The Doctor confided in a smiling stewardess whom I guessed didn't speak a word of English.

We walked, and once in the terminal we went through a small door into a conference room. A bodyguard closed the door behind us and locked it. I saw my new Master, and though nothing had been said, I was dully certain that this was the man who had bought Raine.

He was a heavy man in a tailored grey suit. His face was one of those heavily wrinkled mask-like faces. His eyes were small and black and piggish. He had two bodyguards; both were lean muscular Asian men. One had a scruffy beard, and the other had a scar on his cheek.

I tried to flinch away as he walked closer, but Hanson took a tight grip on my elbow and wouldn't let go.

He took off my glasses, and I stared blearily into his eyes.

"Really doped him up, didn't you?"

His voice was surprisingly low and pleasant, the voice of a baritone in a choir. "A very tasty little Fish. Your job is done Allgood; I have two tickets to get you back to Calcutta where you can meet up with your jet. The money has been wired to your accounts."

They left, and then I was flanked by one of his bodyguards as he led me outside through a system of narrow hallways. I glimpsed the smoggy skyline of Beijing before getting crammed into the back seat of a limousine. My new Master was already there.

"Get on the floor." He said in that soft pleasant voice, his piggish eyes glittering.

Even through the drug, I was feeling the first pangs of fear and panic. I slowly got on the floor. He methodically began taking off the constricting tightness of my ill-fitting clothes. He thrust a finger into the sore bloody pucker of my asshole and I whimpered a little.

"Slick." He murmured, pleased.

I screamed as suddenly he plunged four fingers into my asshole. I writhed and moaned feebly as he jabbed his fingers in and out, chuckling the whole time.

"No..." I begged. "No more... no more... please."

I squealed as he tried to shove his thumb in there too. My ass was too tight. I could feel scabs breaking and when I looked back my thighs were covered in trickles of blood. He roughly felt my limp genitals and gave them a squeeze. I wailed in torment.

The bodyguards watched. One was stone-faced. The other was slowly squeezing his crotch. I could expect no pity there.

My new Master mounted me, and that was almost a relief, because his cock wasn't as big as his hand. It still hurt.

I was relieved when I passed out. At least then there was no more pain.

---

Twelve hours later a security guard was on his break, drinking cold tea from a bottle and shoveling mouthfuls of noodles in his mouth between sips. Suddenly his light was blocked out by a foreigner. He was about to stand up and politely tell the man to go away, and if the problem was too much for this foreign asshole to understand, then he could find another guard who spoke his language. The security guard then caught sight of the man blocking his view.

The man was tall, and muscular. He was wearing an unusual uniform that the guard had never seen, solid black with a shirt that buttoned at the side. The uniform had no logos or initials or badges, but it was obviously a uniform. His face was unshaven and haggard. Brown eyes glared with nearly crazed intensity from sockets that were red and sunken with either exhaustion or weeping. Maybe both.

The guard nearly choked on his last mouthful of noodles. Those were the eyes of a man about to do murder. Another oddity, there was a sliver of bright blue in one of them. Though his face was contorted with a crazy rictus of rage, his voice was perfectly calm, and in flawless Mandarin.

"Did you see three men? One was a large brute, another was an intellectual, the last... the last was very young, slender. The other two may have been leading him, he may have been acting drunk, or limping."

The guard's mind raced, heedless of the broth that was dribbling on his pristine uniform from the bowl that was loosely clenched in his hand. He had seen the men. His higher-ups had specifically warned everyone in this terminal to ignore them, and they had. Things like that happened sometimes. The guard would never have given away information like that, but something in this man's two-colored eyes made him speak.

"On my last shift. Sometime between nine and ten. I know where the man lives."

Anthony Christopher Rogan, sleep deprived and very nearly out of his mind, leaned in.

"Tell me." 

*Thank you one and all, the end is coming.* 



Poor Simon Ch. 11



*This chapter was a bit disturbing even for me, and i cried a bit while i was writing it.

all characters are 18+

I don't think anyone will enjoy this chapter, except maybe the end, but be cheerful, good things will come, for this is not the last chapter, but the penultimate one.*

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I woke up in a room that was cold, and pitch black...and I wasn't alone.

I was on my knees. My hands were in cold metal shackles that cut into my wrists, the short chain led to shackles on my ankles so I was forced to stay in an upright kneeling position. I could no longer feel my lower legs and my thighs were numb and painful with cramps. The muscles in my back and left side ached from leaning on the wall as I was unconscious. A little wiggling around told me that I was in the corner on a smooth floor that was either concrete or tiled.

I could hear my neighbor. All I could hear was soft raspy breathing and an occasional sob. I heard a slight clink of chains.

"Hello?"

My voice sounded so weak and shaky and afraid. As I woke up more and more of my aches and pains were getting sharper. I felt the crackle of scabbed over blood on my buttocks and thighs.

The other voice was a hoarse whisper. "Simon? Simon, is that you?"

"Raine? Raine, what is he going to—"

He cut me off, his voice loud and raw with sudden panic. "Shh! He's coming!"

He moaned. That sound was so hurt, so terrified. It only fed my terror as I heard heavy footsteps coming down a staircase. We must be in a basement, or upper room of some sort.

The door opened and I cringed as the bright yellow lamps from the hall flooded my eyes with light. The light was in a big yellow rectangle with a blurred man-silhouette in it.

He flicked on the light switch and I flinched again as harsh bright fluorescents turned on. I heard Raine whimper fearfully. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around, horrified.

The place was a dungeon. Ropes hung from the ceiling and the ends of the ropes were thick with old clotted blood. The room was small, and most of it was made up by four hulking black frames. The frames were outfitted with shackles to hold the human body in all sorts of unnatural positions. Whips hung from the wall. Not short floggers, meant for pain and pleasure, but long knotted things of blood-crusted rawhide, and some had metal studs on the end of the strands.

Then I saw Raine. All conscious thought stopped, along with my heart. For at least ten seconds there was nothing in my head but the pure (!!!) of shock and terror.

Master had told me that Raine was badly beaten. He must have lied to me, to protect me from the grisly horror of what I saw before me.

Raine was forced in a spread-eagled position in his corner, each leg and arm held in shackles on the wall so his back was against the corner and he made an X against the wall. His skin was dead fish-pale. Huge delicate ovals of grey surrounded his reddened weeping eyes. The only thing about him that seemed vital and healthy was his hair, coppery red and flaming above his corpselike face.

His bloodless skin was lashed; not with red welts but massive bloody weals in the flesh. As if he hadn't been whipped, but cut open with a knife. The lash-marks were all over, a few even hitting his face. His neck and shoulders were covered with overlapping bloody crescent-shaped marks from our new master's teeth.

It wasn't his pale skin that had me immobilized and shaking. It wasn't the bloody lashes, or even those terrible animalistic bite-marks. A white bandage covered his groin. A bandage that bloomed with scarlet roses. Pus leaked from the edges of it. The man had amputated him.

I let out a weak airless groan, and I started to breathe again, fast high puffs. The man grinned at me with his small piggish eyes flashing.

"I love the Fishers... a little spendy, but they last so much longer. I used to just buy whores; no one cares if they disappear, not as long as you grease the right hands. However, I got tired of diseased little chinks and I learned about the Fishers from an old friend."

He moved closer, and Raine started to cry, cringing weakly into the corner, his legs weren't moving, they hung as limp and dead as cuts of meat as he feebly dragged himself back with his hands.

"You are a good find, I hope you last longer than this scrawny little bitch."

He reached for me and grabbed my hair. I cried out breathlessly with fear and pain. I struggled as he dragged me across the floor by my hair; my scalp was in fire. He dragged me to one of the racks, but instead of tying me up in whatever convoluted shape the rack had been meant for, he just tied a rope around my neck and tightened it so I had to sit up perfectly strait or I would choke. My wrists ached numbly.

He went back to Raine. Nothing was left of that beautiful, cheeky, sexy young man that had given me my first blowjob. The thing that was cowering in the corner was a wasted screaming animal.

The man briefly stopped to let out his cock, and then he dragged Raine over.

"You're too pretty to spoil yet." He gave me a smiling wink. He looked so cheerful, as if I were one of his buddies and he was making an off-color joke. His nonchalance was terrifying. Raine let out a shrieking groan of pain and fear, writhing feebly. He was untied, but too weak to give him any trouble.

"We'll just use up this little slut first." Use up. He meant murder. How many young men had been 'used up' in this room?

I cried out in terror as he let out a vicious kick to Raine's bandaged groin. Raine opened his mouth and nothing came out but a rush of air. His green eyes glittered brightly with agony and madness. Fresh blood oozed all over the white bandage.

---

I had to watch him beat Raine.

I had to watch him fuck Raine.

I had to watch him sodomize Raine with his closed fist.

The entire time, he looked at me, winking and smiling serenely. Almost as if to say, 'doesn't this look like fun? It's your turn next!'.

By the time he was done, Raine hung limply in his arms. I wanted to think that he hung like a rag doll, but he was limp like a corpse before it stiffens. The bandage loosened briefly, and I saw...I saw something terrible.

What else he did to Raine, and what else he forced me to watch, I wouldn't tell you. I wouldn't tell anyone. No one needed the nightmares.

Those were mine.

I sobbed with pain, but also with relief as the sick motherfucker tied up Raine in the corner and whipped me. The whip tore open long bleeding gashes on my body, but at least he was back to a sane level of depravity.

Something in me broke that day.

---

I don't know how long I slept. My sleep was shallow and haunted with nightmares. When I woke up, the lights were on and I could see Raine lying in a limp bundle in the corner. Blood streaked my body in streams and my throat was as raw and dry as sandpaper. My lips were swollen and cracked. I hadn't had anything to drink since the second dosage of the drug given to me by the Doctor.

My legs were cramping. I stayed there for half an hour, flexing my legs and crying with the pain of the cramps and my aching body. Raine cried out once in his sleep, but was otherwise quiet.

I heard footsteps, and I started to sob.

But there were two sets of footsteps this time. I was sure that he had brought down one of the bodyguards, to double the fun. I was ready to start babbling in terror by the time the door opened.

Then I saw him.

Master Anthony was standing next to the man, holding a drinking glass in one hand that was filled with a quarter inch of amber fluid. His eyes were haggard and red and they saw me. After that things happened very fast.

The man brought up a shining black gun, lifting it up in one hand. Master Anthony moved in one smooth fluid motion. He raised one leg up in a high kick that struck the man at the wrist and made the gun slide away uselessly across the concrete floor. While he kicked he smashed his drinking glass against the wall and slashed at the man with the jagged edge.

The man was fast. I screamed with torment and fear as he lashed out at Master Anthony with a switchblade that had been hidden in his other hand. Master grunted once as the blade buried itself in his upper arm to the hilt and dropped the glass, swinging at him with his good fist, his face contorted with rage.

The shot surprised everyone. Master looked at the corner with frantic reddened eyes and I shrieked and even the man had an expression of dull surprise on his face. A tiny black hole had appeared in the dead center of his forehead. The bullet had entered small and exited large. There was a huge formless splatter of red against the wall behind him, and Master's white glaring face was speckled with it.

Raine was holding the gun in white shaking hands, his face grey and swollen and tearful. It was a shot in a million that he had hit.

"Raine..." I whispered.

Then he turned the pistol around and put the smoking barrel in his mouth.

"RAINE!" I shrieked.

I couldn't look, but the sound was tremendous, like thunder in a bottle. I started to scream. I heard those sounds as if someone else were making them. Long shrieking wails at a pitch that could shatter glass. I felt Master Anthony's arms around me and I stopped screaming. I looked into his eyes and in the corner of my eyes I could see something limp and bloody.

"M-Master?"

"No." he said curtly. His face was ruined and weeping and contorted with relief and grief and fear. "Call me Anthony. I will never be your Master again."

---

If this world was perfect and rounded, I would have swooned, and there would have been a peaceful blank between the shattering of my world and my period of healing. But in the real world, things are never that clean.

He searched for keys on the man's limp body as I wept and struggled not to look at the shattered skull of the poor boy in the corner. I was nearly out of my mind. I just wanted to crawl into Anthony's arms and sleep forever.

He unlocked the keys and helped me to my feet. My body was crippled with pain and I couldn't straiten out my back. I had to lean heavily on his arm as I hobbled up the stairs. 

The bodyguards were nowhere to be seen. I found out later that Anthony had bribed them heavily.

He snatched me some clothes from the man's room. A huge white shirt that billowed on my skinny frame, and pants that needed to be tightened to the smallest hole on the belt. I looked like a small child playing dress-up, but it didn't matter. We just had to get out.

He walked right past a bodyguard who was casually reading a small book. He muttered something in Chinese to the guard and the man winked at us. Then I sat in the passenger seat of a neat little rented car.

Anthony glanced over at me. "Mr. Grey wants you back, but I think we can hide you in Europe, we don't have a lot of contacts there and I think I can pull a few strings to get you the papers."

You. He was saying you, and not us. I wanted to confront him, but I just started crying. My mind was a confused scramble, and I could barely comprehend him, much less argue.

All I knew was that if I had to go back, I would follow Raine's example and make sure that I would never have a Master like that again.

"Here." His voice was terse and cold. He was so far away.

His hand had two blue pills nestled in the palm. I touched his hand, closing my eyes to feel the warmth of his skin, and I closed his hand around the pills and pushed it away. He halted in the inching traffic and looked at me strangely.

"You're in a lot of pain. I'm not just talking about the whip. These pills are what I gave you after the checkup, they'll help you sleep."

He thrust them in my face again and I knocked his hand away. "N-Never ag-again." I stammered. "I d-don't want t-t-t-to b-be dr-drugged again."

His face had a stricken expression on it before he turned his eyes back onto the road. The sliver of blue was lost in the brooding hollows of his eyebrows.

---

He had to help me out of the car in the underground lot. My legs were cramped and very weak. I hadn't eaten for... for I don't even remember how long and I was lightheaded. My head buzzed with a dull ache of grief and fear and the numb adrenaline drone of stress.

The hotel was a dingy little affair. He was hiding away. He helped me over to the bathroom and put the mildewed shower curtains aside before filling the scuffed plastic tub with water. He hesitated as he saw me swaying with weakness, dull eyed and apathetic.

"I promise I wont hurt you, or touch you in any wrong way, but you are too weak to do this yourself, and who knows what kind of infection you might get."

His words were stiff and formal, my heart was breaking. "Please... you're not my Master anymore, but don't treat me like a stranger."

He jumped a little and sighed. "I wasn't sure if I should. Please get in the tub Simon, I want to change." His mouth worked briefly with nausea and disgust. "There is blood on this shirt, and I will never wear this uniform again."

He left the little bathroom with it's cracked mouldy tiles and flickering light. I squirmed slowly out of the man's clothes and eased into the water.

The hotel was shit, but the water was hot. It seeped into every ache and softened my scabs. I gingerly took the bar of soap and started washing the marks on my body.

First the long whip-wounds. Then my abused ass. After that my shoulders, which Hanson had bitten into a bloody mess.

I dozed a little, with the hot water cradling my wounded body and erasing my thoughts. I looked up to see the man I had called Master standing in the doorway, watching me silently. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, he had never looked so good to me.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you Simon. I thought that you, that you had maybe drowned yourself." The words were blunt, truthful.

"I wasn't" I whispered. "Anthony (how strange that name felt on my tongue!), can you help me out? I don't want to slip."

He helped me, and his arms were strong.

He brought me to the two thin beds in the other room and set me down on one. He gently toweled me dry and swaddled me in blankets, treating me as if I was something so fragile it could be broken by the slightest touch. Maybe that was me.

"I'm going to go out and get some food. It will take me about fifteen minutes to walk there and come back. Do not leave the room, I think Mr. Grey might have sent someone to get both you and me. I did not get permission to leave."

"Yes Mast--... yes Anthony."

I saw the twist of pain on his face as I nearly called him 'Master'. He left, and an anxiety like teeth set in on me, gnawing at my nerves and stomach and mind and sanity. I twisted and turned, every noise seemed like an intruder.

He was gone for about nine minutes; I counted the seconds on the watch he had left behind. Each moment felt like an age.

When he came back I started to cry. I had been so scared, and the tears down my cheeks were of pure relief. He shushed me, and then had to feed me. My hands were shaking very badly.

He went to the other bed, and I got mad. I got furious.

"Don't you dare." I moaned. "After all we've been through, don't you dare treat me like that!"

He looked at me, startled, and then stone-faced.

"You were my Master and I was your slave, but we had something! I know you felt it Anthony! And I felt it too! You did terrible things, but you saved me, too! So don't do this. Don't sleep in the other bed. I n-need you. I n-n-need you r-right n-n-n-n-now!"

I broke into useless sobs, and my eyes were too swollen to see. The light went out and I felt an overwhelming surge of hopelessness. Then I heard the soft scrape as he pushed the thin beds together to make one, and slide under the covers, still fully clothed.

I slid under the covers to him, weeping and nearly out of my mind in more ways than one.

I pressed against him, and put my face against his warm chest through the thin cotton of his shirt. "I love you."

It was out. His arms went loosely around me, ever-so-gently so he wouldn't hurt me. "I love you, too."

---

Anyang found us at thirty minutes after midnight. The time glared from red numbers in a digital clock on the wall. He had gotten a key to our room and was standing over our bed with a handgun clenched in his gigantic black paw.

I whimpered, and huddled closer to Anthony. I was too far-gone to even cope. I felt despair so thick and dark I nearly suffocated.

"Calm down Rogan. If you relax, neither of you will be hurt, or go back to the Fishers."

I felt Anthony stiffen, and then relax. "Why?" he said coldly, holding me tightly against him.

Anyang relaxed and sat on the edge of the bed. "You have actually done Mr. Grey a service. Men like that are like rabid dogs. They are dangerous and unpredictable. Grey was planning to do away with him, but you have tied it up, and even left a perfectly reasonable lie there. The police will discover his dirty habits, find a kidnapped young man who had gotten hold of his gun, shot him, and then himself."

"It's a closed loop, no elements of the Fishers or you involved. Grey will use his influence to fudge up any forensics that may argue with their find. Grey is under the impression that the boy is under the same condition as the Raine Fish, and I believe I will do nothing to alter that impression. He finds you untrustworthy Rogan, being capable of murder and running away to save a Fish."

"In short, he wants to be rid of both of you, and because you did him a favor, he is offering you a chance."

Anyang dumped two fat manila envelopes on the bed.

"In each of these are your new identities. U.S. Passports, birth certificates, social security numbers, and other papers. Anthony Rogan Christopher, and Simon Grayle Neilson. Small switch, but you will never be caught out. You will also be given the entire contents of your bank accounts, but they are now in a savings account in the U.S. and the information is in the envelope."

Anyang got up with a sigh.

"Grey is offering you two a normal happy life as long as you never saw a word about the Fishers. You will be watched to make sure you comply. Also in those envelopes are plane tickets for a joint flight to Hawaii and then JFK international. Where you go from there is your choice."

Anyang left with the parting words. "Best of luck."

The room was dark and silent again. "Is it over Anthony?"

There was a bit of a tremor in Anthony's voice as he whispered. "Yes love, it's finally over."

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*One chapter left! thank you all for staying with me, and i!!promise!! that there will be fun nice sex in the next one*



Poor Simon Ch. 12



*Welcome to the final chapter of Poor Simon!

All characters are 18+

I have decided to do the last chapter in 3rd person to give people a little perspective with Anthony.

Thank you for staying with me and please enjoy!*

OCTOBER,ONE YEAR LATER...

Anthony Rogan Christopher woke up, feeling foggy and pleasant. Glancing at the blue digital readout told him that he had six more minutes until the alarm rang. Six minutes to laze around in bed.

As he rolled from his side to his back, the slender blonde boy at his side moaned sleepily and snuggled in further. Anthony felt a soft pang as he looked down in the near darkness at that mussed up head and dreaming face. They had been so lucky, it was a chance in a thousand that they hadn't been killed, a chance in ten thousand that the Fishers hadn't tightened their grip.

Anthony sighed as the alarm clock blared, quickly tapping the button and moving smoothly out of bed as not to wake his partner. He quickly and quietly got dressed in a business suit in the semidarkness of the room. He tucked the covers around Simon's curled up form as Simon murmured sleepily.

"See you in the afternoon Simon." Anthony kissed one velvety soft cheek. Simon hated being called pet names, especially sweetheart. He said it reminded him too much of Hanson. It didn't matter that Hanson's body had been mucked out of Hudson Bay eight months ago.

Anthony sighed and left Simon to sleep for another hour or so.

---

The first few months had been the worst. The months of paranoia, seeing Fisher spies everywhere. Every time Simon accidentally called him Master, it nearly broke his heart. Simon had been badly damaged, even by his brief stay. He had suffered long nightmares and apathetic days where he wept and laughed sometimes on the same breath. Anthony had been very afraid for him, but unable to comfort him.

Their relationship had been a platonic one until the third month, so that was another heaped-on bundle of awkwardness that had made everything worse.

They had reached a breakthrough when Simon joined Anthony for a morning jog. Exercise vented the deep hurts in him. Simon felt weird and logy if he didn't get at least an hour of exercise a day, and preferably two.

The end of those first two months, and all the pain and uncertainty that went with them, came when Simon finally had the courage to start having sex with Anthony again. Not anal sex, he still wasn't ready for that, but a series of blowjobs and handjobs and the cuddling that came after did worlds to mend their relationship.

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Anthony sat at his desk. One minute he had been busy writing software and the next, he was suddenly lost in thought. A year ago, he never would have believed that he would have been able to have a perfectly stable and enjoyable life doing what he went to college for. He hadn't actually finished his degree in real life, but the forged papers in his envelope had helped with that, plus a few night classes to keep up.

Simon had finished up a second semester in high school when they came back. He had made a few friends even, and whenever they came over, they thought that Anthony was his uncle. High school had been easy for him, since he was no longer taking advanced placement classes, and he had graduated in the summer with a sweet little smile as he took his diploma. Now he was taking classes at the U of Minnesota Duluth.

Anthony had not wanted to go to Minnesota on the off chance that they found someone who recognized Simon, but Simon had been so homesick, and he had wanted to see his parent's graves. They lived in Duluth so they weren't close to the twin Cities, and Anthony had gotten used to the six-month winters.

Anthony frowned as he opened up his emails. There were the usual emails about work, a brief message from Simon telling him that he had aced his English final, and one weird lone email from an address he didn't recognize. When Anthony opened it, the message said,

Meet me at the little café on second street and Washburn, I have news.

When Anthony saw the signature, he froze a little. For a moment he was at war with himself. He knew he had to go, but at the same time he worried about Simon.

After a minute or so of staring moodily at the brief message, Anthony sent a reply to Simon, congratulations, and telling him not to make dinner, he was going to meet up at the café with a friend from work. It wasn't a lie, not quite.

---

Anthony stopped home briefly before his appointment. They had bought a small house that was very cheap because of the recession. The lights in the living room were up, but Anthony could hear a soft ripple of water and see the light from the upstairs bathroom. Simon often liked to take long hot baths with a book right when he came home from school.

Quietly, Anthony crept into the bathroom.

Simon was so beautiful. He was resting lazily in the tub, eyes focused on a fat little novel by Stephan King. His hair was wet near the back of his neck but dry on top. His slender hard body was laid out for him to see and touch.

Simon jumped a little when he saw him, and a wide smile graced that oval face. "Hi Anthony, how was work?" His cheeks were a bit redder then the heat of the tub could account for. His penis floated limply in the hot water from a small tuft of gingery blonde hair.

Anthony set down his briefcase and took of his jacket, as he rolled up his sleeves he murmured. "It was a good day, and I'm afraid I can't stay very long before I meet my friend."

Anthony knelt on the white tiles behind Simon and the tub. He leaned forward and kissed those full red lips softly. Simon moaned.

Anthony crept his hands downward, gently rubbing his body through the water. One hand halted at those sweet pink little nipples, tugging and twisting and bringing them to bud. The other hand didn't halt until it wrapped around the semi-hardened shaft of Simon's cock.

Anthony's eyes opened halfway, and he felt another pang as he saw the outline of silvery scars on Simon's chest. They had faded with time and application of vitamin E oil, but they would never really disappear.

Simon whimpered a little as Anthony lowered his proud handsome head to suck and nibble at his neck. The time in the bathtub was sweetly extended because the warmth of the water made it harder for Simon to maintain an erection.

But Anthony's touch was irresistible and eventually Simon arched his back and cried out softly. Simon had always made the sexiest noises. Droplets of cum spurted into the water and dissipated like milk in coffee.

Simon's head sagged against the rim of the tub and he panted. He looked up hopefully at Anthony. The older man looked at his watch and swore softly.

"I don't have the time Simon, but I promise you can take care of me when I get back."

"Kay." Simon kissed his hand. "Have a good dinner." Anthony saw a momentary twinkle of loneliness, but then it was filled up with trust. Anthony had always loved those eyes. They were a shade of grey that was impossible to describe. It wasn't like clouds, or steel, or concrete, or any other description he had heard.

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Anthony lingered a few shops away from the café. He watched nervously, afraid of the new intrusion. His life had been simple and good, and he didn't want any complications.

Axel Hart was sitting at a flimsy metal chair, sipping coffee from a cup and looking around nervously. He looked less feminine then normal, he had always been afraid to dress up in large crowds. He was simply in jeans that didn't close tight around his skin and a button down black shirt. He hadn't been able to resist a dab of mascara though.

Anthony sighed heavily and walked to the chair opposite of Axel and sat down. Axel's face lit up with a delighted smile and he reached for Anthony's hands.

"Tony! I was afraid you weren't going to—"

He frowned and looked a little heartbroken when Anthony pulled his hands from the table, out of his reach.

"—come."

Anthony sighed. "I'm sorry Axel, but I can't do that with you anymore. If you came to see me for just that, then I should leave right now."

Axel huffed a little sigh. "I *didn't* come for just that." Then he genuinely looked a little sad and jealous. "There was always something special about this one, wasn't there? You stopped coming to my room for the first few days, and even when you did you were cold, and distracted."

"I'm not gonna be jealous; I just want you two to be happy."

A lean waiter with tight jeans and mascara-lined eyes came to get Anthony's order, and he gave Axel an appraising look.

"Just some coffee please." Anthony said softly.

Axel winked at the waiter and said, "He ain't my date honey, just checking up on some business. What's your name? And when do you get off?" 

The waiter grinned and eyed Axel hungrily. "My name is Tyler, and I get off in about an hour, I know a great club a few blocks away..."

Anthony waited with a bored and long-suffering look on his face, while inwardly grinning. As Axel asked the slim waiter on a date he muttered under his breath.

"Some things just never change do they?"

They ignored him.

---

After Axel had wooed the waiter, they got down to serious business.

"I wanted to talk to you, I know that you've been out of the loop since you, ah... 'reneged your contract', y'know, flew the coop."

Anthony made an impatient little gesture with his hands.

"Yeah, sorry. You shouldn't be so worried, it's actually kinda good news for everyone. I'm sick of being a criminal, it was too easy to look the other way and just have fun fondling all of the cute guys. It was too easy to pretend they were there on purpose, y'know?"

Anthony sighed. "I know what you are talking about, but damn it Axel, you scared me half to death. Please just spit it out!"

Axel flushed. "Sorry! Sorry! Okay, here it is... The Fishers is gone. The company no longer exists and all of the Fish are back in their native countries. The Government covered up the press to protect them."

Anthony sat there, thinking hard about all of the reverberations of this, of all of the meanings. Axel went on talking.

"You were the first chink in the armor... clients heard bits and pieces, they ignored the fact that the man was a complete and utter nut job who killed Fish, and they focused on a Master who had killed a client. Only about half of the clients came to the auctions after that."

Anthony thought slowly, Mr. Grey must be furious, there was no way that Simon and him could possibly be left alone...

"The second blow was when Grey had a heart attack. It wasn't fatal, but he needed more intensive care and he ruled the Island through web cams and over the phone, but his control started slipping and things just got sloppier and sloppier."

"Then he had a fatal heart attack and the Doctor took over."

Anthony blurted. "They let that son of a bitch back in! Why? The dumb fuck stole a Fish!"

Axel looked around. "Shh! People are staring! They let him back in because he panicked and gave Grey all of his money after Grey found and killed Hanson. Grey kept him on because it was half again as much as he would have gotten for Simon in the auction and the Doctor worked cheap. He always worked cheap, the only reason he took this job was to molest young boys."

Axel thought for a moment. "Where was I? Oh yeah... The Doctor took over in March and for a while things were fine. He ran things according to Grey's system and clients were starting to come back, but then that one kid, you know the kinda chubby black-haired boy? His name was Matthew and he got sold to this guy in Saudi Arabia. This guy was new, and we didn't know what to expect."

"It turns out he fell head over heels for Matthew and found out how badly the Fishers had been treating him. He didn't find the authorities, it was a clean little operation. Matthew told him not to harm any of the Fish, and the guy hired a few dozen mercenaries. I heard them attacking and I panicked, I just took off my clothes and put a collar on, and no one hurt me."

Axel looked a little haunted. "They hurt a lot of the Masters and Mistresses though. Killed some... Kara got away, thank God, she left when things were under new management. I don't even know if they bribed or killed the rest, or what they did, all I know is that they are either gone or deep in hiding. If they had checked the records, I would have been in deep shit too, but they didn't and I told them I had been captured from the United States, and we were all returned."

Axel shivered and he looked really pale. "Matthew told them about the two people who had hurt him the most while in the Fishers. The Doctor liked to hurt him, and Paul was always very cruel to him. The Arab guy kidnapped both of them and... and the last I heard he kept them alive for about a week while he was torturing them. I hated the Doctor, and I had no love for Paul, but no one deserves to die that way."

Anthony nodded, and secretly disagreed.

"After that it was basically over; I stayed in hiding until I could get an old friend to change my name on all of my documents. I'm Axel Rogers now. I just wanted to find you, and make sure you knew. You both have been free and clear for about six months, and no one will ever become a Fish again."

Axel looked up, and his old cheeky smile was starting to grow. "Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go and see what kind of underwear that sexy thang was wearing."

Anthony smiled and got up, leaving a hefty tip. Some things just never changed.

---

Anthony parked his car in the driveway, and the first flakes of snow were beginning to fall. He grimaced at them—he had been born and raised in California—and walked inside.

It was dark, but not empty. A glass of wine was sitting on the little wooden table that they ate their meals on. Anthony picked it up and smiled. Simon was a hopeless little romantic, and something good was in store.

He picked up the wine, still cold, and sipped. Something metallic clinked at the bottom of the wine glass. It was a pair of small metal keys.

Now that he was standing in a different position, he could see a candle that burned on the little side table in the upstairs hallway. He moved up the stairs, sipping his wine and slipping out of his jacket.

A fat red candle was burning softly, and gleaming in the light of the candle was a small contoured bottle of lubricant. The bottle was brand-new.

Anthony felt his face melt into an expression of joy and happiness. Four months ago, Simon had told him in a choked and ashamed voice that he was afraid to have Anthony make love to him, and that he still had nightmares about his first anal encounters. The plastic bottle of lubricant meant that he was finally getting over his fears.

The trail of clues was tantalizing. Anthony knew where he would be, but he drew out the experience, moving slowly. He threw his jacket on the floor carelessly, then his tie. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. He left a trail of clothing as he went along, following the trail of tantalizing hints to the prize that waited at the end.

Another fat candle was on the floor in the corner. In the light of the candle were a bundle of receipts.

One for Bed Bath and Beyond, a set of silk sheets and pillowcases.

One was for a little adult shop called Risky Business, and it was for a pair of panties and a set of handcuffs.

The last one was from PetCo, and it was for a collar.

Anthony frowned a little at the last one. He was at the corner and he could see the soft flickering light spilling out from the open doorway of the bedroom they shared. Anthony opened the doorway and he couldn't help but smile.

The light from at least a hundred flickering candles filled the room with a gentle luminescence (with a little amusement he saw a fire extinguisher hiding discreetly in the corner.) The plain cotton bedsheets had been replaced by rich dark red silk and kneeling on the bed, looking up at him with an insecure mixture of love and lust and need, was Simon.

Simon knelt on those silky sheets and his hands were cuffed in front of him with a pair of padded cuffs connected by a short chain. Low on his lean hips rode a pair of sexy lacy red panties. The kind of panties that leaves about half the ass hanging out. He had let his hair grow out a little and it was hanging loose and slightly damp around that pretty face that had drawn him in all those months ago.

Anthony tried to find the words in his head to describe those amazing grey eyes. The color of a waterfall, the shadowed side of a pearl, a darkened mirror. They came close, but not quite right.

He had fastened a red collar around his neck, and it had a little heart-shaped silver tag on it. Anthony moved forward, but Simon stopped him with his soft words.

"I realized why I was so afraid Anthony... I was afraid, because whenever we had plain vanilla bedplay, I was afraid you would get bored and leave me. At the same time I was so afraid that if I dared to tie myself up, or let you whip me, that it would be scary and tainted and wrong."

Those beautiful eyes rested on his face, filled with trust and love.

"I trust you Anthony, and I want you to make love to me. Tell me what to do, because I'm an expert at the little things, but in this I may as well be a virgin. I trust you, and I love you."

Anthony finished the wine and set the glass with the keys down on a table, careful not to knock down the dozen or so candles that covered the surface of the table.

"I love you, too."

Anthony dropped his trousers and his underwear and he was suddenly and gloriously naked. He stood for a moment, allowing Simon to fill his eyes. His body was no longer that even tan, it was paler, but still strong, still muscular. His chest was covered with a spreading delta of wiry black curls that narrowed down to a stripe of wispy fur that thickened again under the black cup of his navel to a wide, but neatly trimmed patch of thick black pubic hair.

Jutting out of that pubic hair was his cock; the piece of him that Simon had suckled and fondled and toyed with so often. Simon felt an innocently lustful fascination with that piece of him, as if it were an intricate toy, made just for him.

Simon looked up into Anthony's smoldering dark eyes. "I'm ready Master." He whispered, barely breathing. His heart was beating so a frantic tempo in his chest and sweat was starting to bead under his arms and on his smooth hairless chest.

Anthony moved slowly onto the bed, enjoying the whisper of silk on his hands and knees. He wouldn't make this like the impersonal encounters he had inflicted on Simon back at the Fishers, here there would be love.

He raised a hand to brush the velvety softness of his cheek and press his thumb into Simon's mouth. Simon sucked gently, never taking his eyes away from Anthony's face. Anthony leaned in and pressed his own lips to Simon's. Simon moaned a little and the chain clinked. Anthony's gently questing hand told him that under the lacy red fabric Simon was as hard as a rock.

"Simon, I want you to ride me. You can say how fast we go, and you can control how deep I go, but first suck your Master's cock. Get me good and hard for your hot little ass."

Simon whimpered. He loved it when Anthony talked to him like that.

They switched positions on the bed, slipping sinuously on the new sheets. Anthony reclined like a king on a stack of three pillows with his legs spread and his cock jutting from his crotch like an exclamation point.

Simon crept up, crawling with his cuffed hands. He knelt and shoved his sweet little ass in the air so Anthony could watch it while he sucked.

After ten months of intimate knowledge of the man he loved, Simon knew just what to do. He ran a line of soft wet kisses down the insides of Anthony's thighs, nuzzling the warm flesh and stopping just short of where the bush of pubic fur started before starting on the other leg. After running down both thighs three times he wrapped his hand slowly and reverently around the thick throbbing base.




Poor Simon Ch. 12



He had done well with his teasing, and after a few wet exaggerated slurps Anthony was ready.

Anthony took ahold of Simon's thin wrists and held them above his head, looping them around his neck. He was looking right into Simon's face, the panting wettened lips and the flushed cheeks and the needful starry eyes.

"I'll get you... I'll get us ready Simon, you just enjoy."

Simon whimpered when he briefly palmed the tip of his bobbing penis and gave it a squeeze. Simon held still while Anthony squirted lube on his hands and thoroughly slicked his bare cock. There had been no question of condoms; they trusted each other to the core.

Simon leaned forward to kiss him and they did, their tongues meeting and jousting fiercely in each other's mouths. Simon let out a series of high-pitched whimpers around 

Anthony's tongue while his lube-slicked hand caressed his tiny sensitive pucker.

Anthony penetrated him slowly with first one finger, and then two. Simon had not been ready for any kind of anal play before, and he was remembering just how amazing it felt. He whimpered over and over again as Anthony finger fucked him slowly, stretching out the tight little hole and slicking it thoroughly.

Anthony broke the kiss. "Whenever you're ready, Simon. I love you so much."

"Me too." Simon gasped as Anthony lowered his head to gnaw hungrily on the tender curve of his neck. Anthony raised his head again to look strait into those beautiful grey eyes as Simon slowly lowered himself so the hot head of his cock pressed against his slick tight asshole.

A wet stone? Water seen through smoke? Hematite? No description for those dark beautiful eyes.

Anthony watched his face as it went through it's emotional convulsions. He felt pressure on the head of his cock and he saw Simon's face twist briefly with pain. Lower and lower sank the tight ring of lubricated muscle, slowly and smoothly and so tight! He was so tight that even Anthony grimaced a little with pain.

About halfway down, Simon gasped for air and knelt there, his cuffed hands resting on Anthony's flat abdomen for support and his brow sparkling with beads of sweat.

"Shh..." Anthony grunted, sweating and slipping on the silk and panting with the effort of not grabbing those sweet slim hips and just fucking his brains out. "Relax Simon, relax..."

Simon's asshole loosened slightly and he began to bump his hips a little. The slight friction made Anthony swear softly. Simon slid down another half inch and he nearly shrieked. His color was high and hectic and his face was frantic with crazed pleasure.

Anthony did grab his hips then, and he gently scraped the head of his cock over Simon's prostate, making his sweet young lover arch his back and cry out with pleasure.

Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

Until Simon was bouncing frantically, his slender legs flexing and rippling with muscle as Anthony clung to his hips to keep him from leaping into the air. Anthony could feel Simon's cock bouncing on his stomach with each downstroke. His eyes were fixed on the hazy orange shadows on the ceiling and he shrieked his lover's name as he came.

"ANTHONY!!"

Anthony gasped as hot splatters of come streaked his chest and neck and stomach and he grabbed Simon's flagging hips and took three hard humping strokes before gasping.

"Simon!"

He was slightly quieter, but his orgasm was no less grand.

---

Anthony had blown out all the candles but three, using a towel from the bathroom to dry them both off before snuggling in the bed with exhausted little Simon in his arms.

"That was fantastic Anthony..." He whispered sleepily.

Anthony finally realized the perfect description for those eyes. They were the exact color of a diamond showcased on black velvet. His eyes were the sparkling no-shade of the world's most precious stone.

As Simon rested his blonde head against Anthony's fuzzy chest, the older man suddenly remembered what had seemed so important an hour ago. He remembered the fantastic new development, and suddenly he couldn't wait to share.

He shook Simon's shoulder. "Hey, hey Simon, wake up!"

Simon looked up at him sleepily. "Whattizzit?"

Anthony couldn't stop the big goofy grin that spread across his features. "Do you remember that friend that I had dinner with earlier today?"

Simon yawned. "Yeah?" His eyes were falling shut.

"Well, he was an old friend of mine, and he told me some news."

Anthony looked out of the sheer curtain to the street, where snow was beginning to fall in earnest.

"He told me some truly amazing news."

THE END

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